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I got into fasting not because it keeps my belly flat, my legs slim, and butt cheeks tight–like my best friend Jane says it does–but because, when I don’t eat for days, it keeps my hole clean and ready for Josh’s cock day and night, no matter where we are and how he wants me.

Which is great considering that Josh is the type of top who likes to take me places and fuck me in public wherever we go. Why bother with food when your man feeds you his meat every day, if you know what I mean?

I even read somewhere that his cum had nutrients!

Josh doesn’t care who hears and who sees us fucking. I try to hold my moans, but the more people there are around us and the higher the risk of us getting caught, the more relentless he gets inside of me. I don’t want to give us away, I never do, but this man knows how to make me blush, quiver, and scream like a little bitch in his hands.

Josh took me to a posh rooftop bar in a 5-star hotel for our first date. Without even saying a word about it, he made his affinity for public sex obvious to me.

He ordered bourbon on the rocks for himself and Pink Silk Panties for me. The waitress–blonde, young, uniformed–grinned evilly and left off. I couldn’t really tell if she knew Josh or not. But I could see her picturing the things this strong and muscular middle-aged man was about to do to my hairless body that night.

Josh asked me questions about myself as we waited for our drinks. He was groomed well, dressed expensively, and extremely well-mannered.

He appeared to me as somebody who had made it in life and who now wanted to savor every single bit of it.

It didn’t take long for him to steer the conversation toward sex, inquiring me about my sex life. “So tell me,” he looked at me deep in the eyes, and asked, in a voice that echoed off the glass walls of the bar, “have you ever orgasmed from just your prostate?”

He made me feel like he was the host of a midnight show… a show that was about to take a dirty turn once the clock struck 12:00. I thought about what it would be like to have this foxy man’s hardon inside me. My prick jumped, and my asshole twitched at the thought of it.

The waitress returned to serve our drinks.

“Here you go, gentlemen!”, she said with a cheeky voice, “One bourbon on the rocks, and one Pink Silk Panties.” She gave me a dirty look and a knowing wink as she put my drink on the table and moved it slowly toward me, like a cat.

If Joshua did fuck me that night, I could swear that girl would be the first one in line to want to watch us.

We sipped on our drinks and flirted. My gosh, was Josh handsome! His blue eyes and his deep voice made time fly by. And knew exactly how to arouse me with words. I was so horny by the time we finished our drinks that I could barely stitch a sentence together–something he found subtly amusing.

He settled the bill and left the waitress a generous 30% tip. “Thanks, sir,” she said. She added a quirky “Have fun, gentlemen!” and disappeared into the back of the bar.

I wasn’t surprised when Josh flung a key card to me at the elevator door and asked if I wanted to join him for “one last drink” in his room. He didn’t seem surprised when I didn’t hesitate to say “yes” to him, either.

He fucked me against the window that night so that everybody could watch me.

And watch me they did.

The lights went on in what looked like a conference room in the opposite building. Two well-dressed women in their 40s went in.

They headed toward the intercom and started dialing into a conference call when the sight of my naked body against the window–legs apart, hands high up on the glass, limp dick flopping, balls swinging back and forth as Joshua thrust his giant cock in an out of my sore asshole– interrupted their plans.

“Shit, what did I get myself into”, I thought to myself, panting.

“Those businesswomen can see me…”

I looked at them with hope that I was wrong, wishing that I had read their body language wrong, and that they really hadn’t seen me.

I blushed.

The women were STARING at me with wide eyes, in disbelief of what was taking place right in front of them. They turned to each other and chuckled. Then they talked and conspired on something. I’d never been this embarrassed in my life.

The redhead in the black suit locked the door on the room, and the blonde one, dressed in green, pulled two chairs up to the window. They sat there on the chairs, watching, waving at me, giggling like high-school girlfriends.

I mean, why wouldn’t they?

There I was, leaned against the window, back arched towards another man, butt perked up against his crotch, getting fucked by him just like a submissive little slut in a porn movie.

One of them took out her phone and pointed the camera lens in the direction of our building. She angled the shot and pinched her fingers on the screen istanbul travesti so she could zoom nicely in on me. She made a clip of me pushing my ass hard against Josh’s prick, leaking strands of precum from my cock, moaning, her and her coworker’s chatter in the background.

Two or three floors down, a cleaner was wiping the desks in an empty open office when he looked up and saw us fucking. He paused, said something to me–I think his lips spelled out “You fucking faggot!”–and gave me the finger.

A busy street ran between the towering office hub across the street and an apartment building round the corner.

If Josh had picked the hotel and the room, as he probably had, then he had picked well: The floor was high enough to coincide with offices and flats, but not so high that my bare body wouldn’t be visible to the drivers and pedestrians on the street.

The room was angled in a way that put my body on display to any inhabitant of the nearby buildings and all the passersby on the surrounding streets. And cars, too. As taxis stopped at the traffic light, all cabbies had to do to see me naked was look up.

Every now and then, a car would honk for no apparent reason, eluding me to the fact that I was being watched. Maybe some of them cursed at me. Maybe others touched their dicks to the sight of me. A silhouette of was moving in a dark flat in the apartment building. It looked like a woman who rubbed her clit to our live show.

“WOOHOO!!!”, a young girl on the street screamed out, pointing up towards me.

She was walking in a group with three bulky guys, college football players, going to a bar. Her encouraging “YOU GO BOYS!!!” was interrupted by a “SHUT THE CURTAINS, PATHETIC FAGGOT” from one of her boyfriends.

“STEVE! LEAVE THE SEXY MEN ALONE OR NO SEX FOR YOU TONIGHT!”

Their voices became muffled as they walked past the street.

I wanted to sink into the floor.

But the jolts of pleasure running up my spine–from Josh’s head penetrating my gaped ass, scoring on my prostrate, hitting me up my ass so deep, it nearly came out my through–overpowered the feeling of embarrassment.

He grabbed hold of my balls with his right hand and started squeezing and squishing them together like he was selecting tomatoes at the grocery store. His left hand pinched my nipple hard, twisted it left and right, and made my whole body tremble.

The pain, arousing and enduring, made my anal ring tighten around his cock.

His hold on my balls tightened so hard, I thought they were going to explode right there in my sack when my dick, now erect, started hosing the window with watery white cum.

I felt kinky. The other lady in the business room–with the green dress–grabbed her phone and started taking photos as my cum kept painting the glass wall, trickling down in slow drops.

Josh grew so big inside me, I screamed helplessly.

The inner walls of my ass had to stretch to new limits to make room for his girthy shaft. I could feel my insides gripping the head and length of his manhood. It kept throbbing against them mercilessly.

Burst after burst of warm cum splashed inside of me, each longer and more fierce than the other, as he ejaculated his load so far up my ass, I could taste it. I felt like giving up and fainting from the overload of sex hormones in my body. My heart was racing. My cock throbbing. My ass retracting around Josh’s shaft.

Josh pulled out and left my hole gaping.

Like he knew the hot scene that was about to follow, he took hold of my sore cheeks, his thumbs touching the opening of my ass, and spread them wide open. I could see my reflection in the window, shaking, trying to catch my breath, leaking cum out of my ass.

Josh gave two approving slaps on my cheeks.

With a fatherly hug from the back, he grabbed me by the neck and kissed me on the lips. His soft but still firm penis maneuvered its way between my ass cheeks.

By now, I had no idea how many people were watching.

And I frankly didn’t care. Somehow, I was no longer embarrassed. Every bi man, gay bottom, or feminine woman staring at me wanted to be in my place. I felt privileged to be the center of attention.

Then there was last year:

Josh made me shoot my load in front of our waiter in a busy beach bar on my birthday.

It was a sunny summer afternoon in Italy. He had flown me to his favorite hotel on the Amalfi Coast–the white one, with the blue window blinds, big balcony, a view of the sea, and a crowded beach to the right.

A gorgeous woman in a bikini was lying on her stomach on a pink beach towel, sunbathing. Her feet up in the air, her legs long and slim, her butt glistening in the sun. She had already caught sight of us and laid down her book. Her head was turned towards our bodies, watching, as I kept rocking my ass against Josh’s crotch, impaling myself on his raging istanbul travestileri hardon.

He was sitting on the love seat comfortably, like a Greek god. His strong, muscular legs were apart so I could fit my slim body between them. I was sitting on him, facing away, pressing my ass against his crotch. I made every inch of his shaft disappear inside me until I could feel the tip of his cock’s head kiss my core.

We had been fucking on the balcony for what I believe was an hour when he grabbed hold of both of my nipples and pinched them so hard, I cried out like a little girl.

The woman grinned from ear to ear as Josh kept twisting the tip of my nipples in his fingertips, making me squeal and squirm, causing my soar hole to grip around his shaft so hard, it jerked his cock as I bounced up and down his tanned body.

Josh’s hands moved swiftly to my neck. They wrapped around it and held it firmly. I was gasping for air when a torrent of cum rushed up his shaft and flooded my ass. Josh held me down and unloaded his seed in me in five, maybe six, vigorous thrusts.

I didn’t count. I just closed my eyes and took them.

He kept his hard cock inside me as he ran his masculine hands down my chest, tummy, and then my thighs until his left hand began squeezing on my balls and his right hand stroking my penis.

My dick isn’t small–I’m what most guys would call regular sized–but it felt so tiny in his hands.

He rubbed his palm on my head for a few seconds, smearing the precum all around it, then took my shaft between his thumb and forefinger and started stroking me at a furious pace up and down.

Josh’s left hand squished my balls and I shot three long ropes of cum so high up into the air, the white fluid flew out the balcony and rained down on the street.

I took a quick look at the woman on the beach and she had her hand on her mouth, laughing. I had no idea where my semen landed, but I could tell she was entertained by the sight of it. The sound of her laughter echoed through the hot air and rang on the white walls of the hotel.

Josh helped me stand up and told me to stay there and wait for him.

“I have a present for you,” he said and disappeared somewhere into the room.

I leaned against the glass panels on the balcony and took a deep breath. A faint string of cum dangled from the tip of my cock, shimmering.

I spread my legs apart, relaxed my muscles, and surrendered my bare, radiant skin to the sun. The breeze caressed my ankles, made its way up my thighs, and swirled around my balls, cooling the warm drops of pearly cum on my inner thighs. Some sexy Italians caught sight of my nude body and howled at me like a wolf.

Josh’s steps grew louder as he made his way to me. He stood behind me and I turned my head for a kiss. Our tongues met and we exchanged saliva.

If I could tell you just one thing, I’d tell you this: Joshua never ceases to amaze me.

Of all gifts he could have gifted me, he chose to stick a cold object up my ass.

“You’ll have to find your present,” he said with a smirk on his face. “And you’ll *never* guess where I hid it.”

“I’m sure I won’t,” I played along as I felt an odd toy enter my ass and stretch me out on the inside. My anal ring gripped the twisty shaft. One end of the toy pressed on the area between my balls and the opening of my ass. The other against my prostate.

“Put shorts on and let’s go to the bar. Keep your top off, birthday boy. Those hard, perky nipples need to be out there for everyone in Italy see.”

My mouth was salivating so much, I had to swallow my spit. I didn’t bother sliding back into my V-string. I put my white cotton shorts on and left the room with him.

Josh and I took to the street and headed toward the bar by the beach. I tried hard not to walk funny, but my birthday present made that a little tricky. I could feel it moving up my ass with every step I made. The hard tip, slick from the semen Josh had unloaded inside me, kept rubbing against my prostate and sending shivers up my spine.

I admit now that slipping into my white cotton shorts without any underwear on–even if string panties–was bold of me. Then again, I had just finished squatting on Josh’s cock and he had stuck a mysterious birthday present up my ass… so I guess my mind was elsewhere.

Three Brits passed us by on the street.

They all laughed out loud to a joke one of them made. I didn’t hear what they said, but I overheard something about me giving my friend the backstage pass.

That I had done, boys! That, I had done.

Not knowing just how obvious my toy was to others made me racy. I mean, I couldn’t even guess its color!

But let’s just say my anxiety didn’t last long.

Joshua reached into his pocket and pulled out a black remote control. Oblivious of the plan he had for my defenseless asshole, I asked, “Are you travesti istanbul taking me on a ride somewhere?”

“Yes. But not in a car.”

The remote clicked. I gasped for air.

In sharp, sudden, and unpredictable jerks, my birthday present started punting against my prostate. It was as if Josh had put the tip of his fingernails on the base of the toy and had started to tap them against it.

With the push of a button, he made it completely impossible for me to walk and talk normal… and we were barely halfway to the bar.

At this point in time, I was convinced the toy was showing through my shorts.

Even if it wasn’t at first, the blobs of Josh’s cum seeping through my hole had made sure of it. A group of women were walking and talking behind us. “Damn, bitches, I wish I had one up my ass right now too!”, one of them said.

They chuckled, gave me dirty looks, and walked past us.

The situation at the front of my shorts wasn’t so great either. My prick was bulging, precum leaking once more from my head. Passersby would glance at my crotch. Their glances lingered. A hot chick licked her lip at the sight of my hard nipples and leaky hardon. A married couple seemed amused. A group of guy friends snubbed me off and said something dismissive to me in Italian.

Was I embarrassed? You bet.

Did I care? Absolutely not. My birthday present had taken over my mind, reminding me of its presence, tapping against my prostate and moving round in circles in my ass.

Josh seemed to love it all. “Told you I’d take you for a ride.” He extended his hand toward an empty table at the beach bar, and we sat down.

I lowered my butt to the wooden bench when the toy thumped against a new spot in my intestines. I shook, my eyes twitched, and my insides fluttered.

“You’re drooling,” Josh told me as he unbuttoned the top few buttons on his Hawaiian shirt. I wiped the drool off my chin and looked at him with a helpless and yet slightly sarcastic smile.

“Ha-ha, Josh. I wonder why?”

He chuckled.

By the time the Italian waiter arrived–sweaty muscles ripping through his tank top–I was already breathing like a dog, eyes wide and mouth open, panting at the sensation of being this close to an explosive prostate organism.

“Ciao, signori! Pronto per ordinare?”

My boner was sticking out from under the table, spurting out streams of watery precum. I tried to say something but all that came out my mouth was a loud moan. Josh spared me and ordered gin and tonic for himself and a Sex on the Beach for me.

He handed the menu back to the water and took the remote in his hands. Leaning inquisitively on the table, he smiled at me.

“How are finding your birthday so far, wild thing?” Wink.

“The part where you f… fucked me on th… the balcony or the p… part where you made me c… cum in the bar, Josh?”

I was so aroused, I was dumbstruck.

All I could think about was wanting to cum. I wiggled my ass desperately, tightening up against the toy as it bounced and rotated inside my hot, humid rectum.

Whatever setting Josh had set the toy to, it kept buzzing and humming just enough to keep me close on the edge, but with no hope to actually get cover it. You know that feeling when you really want to sneeze but can’t? Imagine wanting to cum but not being able to, multiply it by 1,000,000, and you’ll feel what I felt right there at the table.

“Hmm… So tell, me, are you ready to cum now?”

“Mhmm!”

“Are you sure, though? I wouldn’t want to ruin your birthday by making you cum too early.”

“Yes, Josh, I… I’m sure!”

“How sure?”

The hunky Italian waiter came with our drinks.

“I’m sure, Josh, p… please make me cum, please m… make me cum, Josh, please…”

Our waiter could tell what was about to happen.

I was too much in my head to pay attention to what he said, but his tone when he said Sex on the Beach as he served me my cocktail said everything. That guy was as gay as we were, and he wanted to stick around for the rest of the show.

Josh whispered something to the water and gave him the remote control. The dreamy Italian man pushed a few buttons and I screamed out so loud that everybody in the bar would have heard had they been paying attention.

Some were. People at the nearby tables turned their faces to watch my mouth drooling, body shaking, bulging dick shooting string after string of cum through my shorts. I held on to the wooden table like I was expecting Josh and our bartender to pull it away.

My mind was empty. My balls drained. My ass chock-full of cum, gripping against my birthday present.

It’s not my birthday yet this year. But I swear I have wet dreams imagining the ways for Joshua to top last year’s present.

That’s Joshua.

He keeps me hanging. (But that’s a story for another day.)

He tricks me into submitting to him more expertly than any other dom I’ve met. And he makes me cry out in pain and pleasure louder than all young, full-of-themselves studs I’ve dated.

I wonder what it would take to get him to go exclusive so I’m not just one of his bottom boys…

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Oz watched Corporal Greaves eat from across the dining hall. This would be the first time the man had left on patrol since they were paired together. It could be the last time he’d ever see his instructor. The boy ate at his food mechanically, not noticing it until it was gone.

He had the man’s combat uniform pressed and ready before Greaves had returned from breakfast. The corporal changed in silence, not sparing the boy a glance.

“Chores before simulator,” Greaves reminded him. “And get into the top thousand, private,” he said before the door slammed shut and headed out for duty.

For the first time since he had arrived at base, Oz was on his own.

There was no time at all to savor it, though. The chores Greaves needed doing were going to take him all over the base, and he would need as much time in the sim as possible. When he finally had the new pair of boots polished, and his hands cleaned, he still had two hours to spare in the flight simulator.

Clearly, his wasn’t the only trainer that had been sent off. A quarter of the cadets inside were on their own today. He ignored the suggested training programs and instead opted for the free flight mode. He hit the start button and climbed inside.

When the screen booted up, he found his ship was already in flight and the sky an ombre, fading from black to blinding blue. There was no one to advise him, no voice on the radio, and no goals.

He pulled at the controls, and the world spun with each shift of the joysticks. The ship righted itself with ease, maintaining height without his help.

“Let’s take you for a spin,” Oz whispered.

He pushed the sticks forward, and the gravity shifted, ripping toward him as he fell into a dive. The simulator shook and the G forces pulled at him until he blacked out.

He jerked back awake as the pod slipped open again. Oz slapped the start button and slid back inside.

Little by little, he felt out the controls. It was built to be intuitive, the books had said. It was simplified to the point where any civilian off the street could get inside and give the enemy hell. A soft squeeze of the trigger set the gun burring away beneath him. A touch of the thumb and he could lock onto a target. The next squeeze of the gun trigger turned that target to dust. It was as easy as breathing.

But it was one thing to have the control layout memorized, and it was another to know it all by feel without looking. And it was another thing entirely to do it all while spinning under high G forces. Greaves hadn’t been lying about that.

It took a few more crashes until he could dive to the earth and pull back in time to recover. If he struck a few trees along the way, the shields could take it without complaint. Outcroppings of rock, on the other hand, would send him spinning. And that usually meant biting it into the ground a few rolls in.

After an hour, he backed out and selected program two. ‘Dog Fight’, it read.

They were higher in the atmosphere this time, with the blue glow of the planet only reaching the bottom of his view screen.

“Enemy incoming,” an automated voice called out. “Eighty seconds out. Class A fighter, one.”

Oz nodded. Class A’s were fighters, small and nimble like his own.

Finally, some combat.

“Lock on: Auto” he called out, his voice cracking with excitement. He heard the chime of confirmation. “Fire on: Auto.” istanbul travesti The chime rang out again.

“Forty seconds.”

Oz pressed down harder on the throttle. “Thirty-one seconds,” it corrected.

With a moment to spare, he snapped the joysticks hard in opposite directions. The G forces hit him faster than he expected. He had planned to pull out of the barrel roll immediately, but his body could hardly move now. The world was fading away, like it was sinking into a drain. He squeezed his eyes shut, then reversed the handles with one final effort.

To his surprise, it worked. For a moment, at least.

He had over-corrected. His insides suddenly shifted in the opposite direction. The G forces rose as he spiraled again. And then it was too late. The pod slid open as he began to be sick over the controls.

“Not bad, for a minute there.” It was Greaves.

“You’re alive,” Oz said in surprise.

“Just a route patrol. And you would be alive, too, if you had pulled out of that correctly.”

“Did I kill them?”

Greaves leaned over the training computer, and tapped at the screen. “You did. Or at least the computer did. And in good time, too.”

The man waited for Oz to climb out of the seat and clean himself off. “It is good to trust in the computer’s ability. It can react faster than you can.”

The corporal dialed something up on the program as Oz stripped off his shirt and climbed back into the pod.

“But, if there are multiple targets and friendlies around you, and there usually are, you cannot depend on the auto-tracking all of the time. The system does not know to stop firing until it can confirm that the target is destroyed. That wastes ammo. Try it again on manual now.”

“Yes, sir,” Oz called out as the pod slid shut.

“And, when you spin that fast, you will not be avoiding enemy bullets. You make yourself a larger target. If your auto-fire had not destroyed the enemy before they fired, you would have died all the same.”

This time, when the screen came on, Oz found himself flying in formation with four friendlies beside him. They met the enemy less than a minute later. One target on the ground, four in the air.

He squeezed a burst of fire at the first, then chased a second with his gun rattling hard beneath him. As he finally locked onto the target, though, the sound beneath him died to an empty rattle. A second later, rays of light shot through the cockpit as bullet holes realistically tore into his ship. He screamed, despite himself, and the pod slid open.

Greaves grinned at the boy’s shock. “How many bullets can this thing carry?” the corporal asked.

“Twelve hundred,” Oz panted.

“And how many do you fire per second?”

Oz shut his eyes and tried to remember the number. “Sixty.. seven?”

“Correct. Giving you how many seconds of continuous fire?”

It was harder to do the math with Greaves starring at him. He shut his eyes and tried to picture the numbers. “Less than eighteen.”

“Not good enough.”

“Seventeen… point nine,” Oz told him. “But I didn’t fire for that long, sir. It was a four second burst on the first target, two on the second. I shouldn’t have been firing before I had a lock but I had the bullets to spare. And-“

“You never have bullets to spare. Remember that,” Greaves told him. “How many bullets were onboard the ship when istanbul travestileri the program began?”

Oz started to speak. Then he realized he’d been tricked. “Oh, that’s bullshit, sir.”

“It is not,” Greaves replied. “Check your ammo levels early and often, and you will never be surprised.”

“Let me go agai- Wait,” Oz said. “How am I supposed to take out five targets with six seconds of fire?”

He stopped for a moment. The answer was obvious: Kill them faster.

“Nevermind.”

This time, Oz took out three targets before running his ship through the center of an ally’s. There was a fireball and a hiss of steam inside the pod before it kicked him out again.

By the forth try, he had it. Only two on his own side had died, too. By the time their session was up, that was still the best he was able to manage.

“Tomorrow, I’ll beat it, sir.”

“You survived and the enemy died. That is beating it, private.”

It didn’t feel like a victory, though. “How did I rank?” Oz asked.

“Two thousand thirty,” Greaves replied.

Oz stumbled. “What?”

“I did not say that you couldn’t do better. The ship does most of the work,” Greaves told him. “It is easy to fly it and shoot. This misleads a lot of new recruits. They think its easy to master this ship, too. Run the program a thousand times, then see if you cannot do any better.”

“Yes, sir,” Oz said sullenly.

“It is program six. Do not feel too bad about being unfamiliar with it. It is more advanced than they tell me to give you. I wasn’t in the mood to watch that baby shit today, though.”

Oz thought about it for a moment. “That seems a bit unfair, sir,” Oz said. “I didn’t get much of a chance to break into the top thousand on program two.”

He wanted his reward.

“You had a chance,” Greaves replied, waving him off.

“I was warming up when you got there, sir. Learning through constant failure, like you say.”

Greaves grinned, despite himself, and glanced at the boy through the corner of his eye. “It was passable flying. I don’t know if you have done enough to earn something extra, though.”

Oz opened his mouth to debate him, but thought better of it. It was no use, and the man wasn’t wrong.

“But… you did beat number six. A lot of these other cadets will still be failing that by the end of the week.”

Oz saw the man eyeing him again. He tried not to smile and jinx whatever it was that was happening.

Greaves sighed. “Alright, come on.” Oz broke into a grin.

The corporal led him down a stairway to a stretch of hallways Oz hadn’t seen before. It was the third floor dormitories. Greaves navigated the maze of passageways with familiar ease. “These are for the new corporals, and a few of the lower ranks. They won’t be getting trainees of their own for years to come.”

They entered into the A wing. A few people turned to them with confused looks, then quickly saluted Greaves as they recognized him.

The corporal pulled open the door to the bathroom and ushered Oz inside.

“Free meat, boys,” Greaves called down the hall.

The corporal pulled the boy further inside and directed him onward.

“Thank you, sir,” Oz whispered.

“You owe me now, kid,” Greaves whispered back.

He had the boy undress beside the lockers. A few men were in the showers already, and raised an eyebrow in their travesti istanbul direction. “Free meat?” they asked.

“Free meat,” Greaves called over to them. They grinned widely at each other, eager as children. Oz rushed to kick off his shoes.

“Over on that seat there,” Greaves told the boy, pointing to a raised stone step that ran along the back wall. It was hardly a foot off the ground.

Showers lined the walls inside the room, six to a side. A few of them were still running, making it warmer inside, and keeping the air thick with moisture. The scent of cheap, military soap hung around them.

Oz sat down on the step, near the center of the room, gasping slightly as his bare butt touched the cold stone. The men in the room had already begun to queue by the time he was settled.

“Free meat day,” he heard them laughing to each other down the hall.

The first man grabbed the boy’s head as he was watching the queue. Oz put his hands behind his back and let the man take what he needed. The man had clearly been desperate to spar. He took Oz’s mouth roughly, and buried himself deep in the boy’s throat, holding him like that until he was finished.

Oz gagged and was still trying to catch his breath when the next one stepped forward. He grabbed Oz by the hair and pushed his cock between the boy’s lips.

Oz sucked at him greedily. The room was silent, other than the hiss of the showers and the wet sounds of his own mouth. He opened one eye and saw that the line was already out the door. The crowd was watching him with a predatory hunger. His cock jutted upward and began to spill clear, slick fluid down the shaft.

A few were gentle, but most thankfully weren’t. The weaker ones had tasted bitter and thin. He knew he should appreciate anything he was given, but he’d grown spoiled. He couldn’t help but think that these were a waste of his time now.

The strongest of them tossed him into the spray of the shower, thrust a bar of soap between the boy’s ass, and mounted him there beneath the stream of hot water. Oz came before the man did, howling until his voice became raw.

“That man’s going to be a sergeant some day,” he told Greaves later that night. The corporal agreed.

“Time’s up,” Greaves howled at the crowd, an hour later. The room burst into groans and dark mutterings. But they knew better than to demand more from the corporal.

“Cadet, up!” Greaves barked. “We’re hitting the gym.”

Oz climbed up to a standing position using the wall for help. His lips were puffed, his belly was full to bursting, and his face was red and blotchy. Semen ran freely down his leg and chin as he hobbled back to collect his clothes. He dressed quickly without showering.

“Until next time, boys!” Greaves shouted as he slammed the bathroom door closed. Oz could hear their cheers and laughter from inside. He would have grinned, if his mouth wasn’t so sore.

“There’s a next time, sir?” he mumbled.

“When you’ve earned it,” Greaves replied.

Oz nodded back.

His body was spilling over with power, from sparring with Greaves and those men. Nothing would stop him now. He would master the flight programs. He would do it before anyone else. He would fly until the G forces were a sweet caress. He would kill with surgical precision. He would earn Greaves’ approval, again and again and again. He would grow stronger every time.

He hit the weight bench with a fury like never before, doubling his records, screaming through the weight of the bar until it submitted to his will. His cock jerked wildly between his legs throughout, spilling its glossy fluid with every push, bringing him closer to becoming a true warrior.

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~All Characters Are Over 18~

*Warning; this story contains Fantasy, Non-con, and Cumflation*

Aaron regained consciousness slowly. He was very groggy, but at least he could put together coherent thoughts. He looked around him to see he was laying on the floor of a barren cave. A stone chair sat in the corner with an animal hide draped over it.

As more of his senses returned to him, Aaron realized he was completely naked and covered in a sticky white substance. He ran his finger down his arm before freezing stock still as blurred memories of the night before rushed through his mind. His mind reeled as bits and pieces of the brutal fucking he had received came back to him. He again traced a line through the thick, unnatural cum that coated his body. It was sticky but still unhardened and unlike anything he had felt before.

Aaron lay for a moment, contemplating his situation. He attempted to sit up, but only made it halfway before his body weight dragged him back down. He looked down at his body in puzzlement and was shocked at what he saw. His stomach was inflated to an immense size by the monster’s cum inside him. Aaron grabbed his belly in horror and tried to press it out of him, but it only sloshed around. He reached down to his butt and felt a small stone disk covering his hole. Confused, he gripped the edges and tried to pull it off, only to be greeted with extreme pressure inside his opening. Feeling around the back of the disk, he felt a rod emerging from his hole.

In horror, Aaron realized a massive butt plug must be housed inside him. In the hours since his pummeling, his asshole had shrunken back to its normal size, sealing the stone plug and subsequently the cum inside him. He pried at the stopper for a few moments before flopping back in defeat. He looked around the cave and spotted a ledge running across the wall just above him. With a surge of strength, he heaved himself up and gripped the edge. Holding himself in a wobbly stance, Aaron began to shuffle around the room toward the opening covered in heavy animal skins. When he reached the portal, he shakily pushed aside the skins to reveal a part of the forest he did not recognize bathed in the midday sun.

Moving istanbul travesti awkwardly from branch to branch, Aaron made his way through the forest and away from the cave. After several minutes of travel, he still didn’t recognize his surroundings, but he started to see a clearing ahead. After a few more minutes, he arrived at the edge of the clearing and plonked himself to the ground in exhaustion. As he sat, he noticed a small shack sitting on the other side of the field.

“Boy?”

Aaron jerked in surprise at the sudden voice and turned to look behind him. Peaking through the leaves was an extraordinary head. It appeared to be part horse, part human, with velvety ears and expressive eyes.

“W-what, who?” Aaron stuttered as his brain caught up to what he was seeing.

“D-did you say boy?”

The creature nodded, “You, boy.”

“I guess, yeah, I’m a boy. W-what are you?”

The head tilted to the side, but it did not respond. Slowly, the creature pushed its way past the bushes to reveal its full body.

It was mostly humanoid with the body of a skinny teen boy, except it was completely covered in short horse hair. Its chest was bare, and it was wearing a short, sewn-leaf kilt.

“Me boy.” The horse boy had a soft, strange voice, slightly lilting and hesitant.

“Can I help you?” Aaron asked.

“Me, help.” The horse boy swiftly squatted and stuck one arm behind Aaron’s back and the other under his legs.

“H-hey! Wait a sec!” Aaron’s cheeks flushed red as he remembered how he looked. He tried to push away, but the creature was shockingly strong.

“Me, help.” The horse boy somehow hoisted Aaron and his sagging belly into the air and began to trudge towards the cottage.

Aaron stayed silent in utter embarrassment until they arrived at the other side of the field. The beast nudged open the bark door with his shoulder and placed Aaron on a soft, grassy carpet. He crouched beside Aaron and rolled him onto his back. The horse boy pocked at his guest’s stomach and peered at him questioningly.

“D-don’t do that. Stop it!”

The horse boy continued groping Aaron, his hands descending until they landed on his capped asshole.

“Me, istanbul travestileri help!”

“Hey! Hey! Don’t touch th-NNNNGGG” Aaron was cut short as the beast grasped the butt plug and began to pull hard. Aaron moaned and slapped at the creature, but it paid no heed. Aaron’s opening flexed and strained under the intense pressure before ever so slightly expanding. His moans grew louder and his eyes rolled back as the stone plug finally began to exit his insides. It took several seconds, but his anus finally cinched shut behind its intruder. Cum instantly began to flow out, assisted by the horse boy leaning heavily on Aaron’s torso.

“P-please! Hhhnnnggg!”

Cum gushed out of him onto the ground until his stomach had returned to a semi-normal shape. He lay panting in a puddle of cum as the horse boy leaned over him.

“Me, help more?”

“Huh?” You mumble.

The horse boy straightened up and began to carefully pull off his kilt. Aaron’s heart sank as he beheld what hung between the thick, horsey thighs. It was a real horse cock, complete with a flared tip. As Aaron stared, it grew larger and larger. Past large for a human, past even the size of the Minotaur. It grew upward until it finally topped off at the level of the creature’s neck.

“N-no! No!” Aaron pleaded and tried to crawl toward the door. The horse boy dragged him back calmly and quickly flipped him onto his front. He hefted his incredible horse cock and aligned it with Aaron’s puckered hole. Tears were already streaming down Aaron’s face as he dreaded what was about to happen. The beast’s hips strained and Aaron could feel the flared tip pressing against him. Aaron’s asshole stretched and stretched, but refused to allow the horse-cock to enter. After several seconds of force, the horse boy took a step back to survey the challenge in front of him. Before Aaron could even think of trying to escape, he placed a foot on his back to hold him down. The creature ran his fingers around Aaron’s opening, through the cum that coated his body, before firmly inserting two strong fingers. A squeak squeezed through Aaron’s lips, and he shivered. Slowly, the horse boy spread his finger wider travesti istanbul until Aaron was spasming in protest. In one quick motion, the beast grabbed his cock with one hand, withdrew his fingers, and slammed his cock directly into Aaron’s orifice.

There was a satisfying POP as the flared head followed by several inches plunged into Aaron, who let out a piercing scream before fully blacking out. The horse-endowed boy plowed deeper into his conquest, unconcerned by his unresponsiveness. Further and further he trusted, his wide tip forcing aside everything in its way. Aaron was dragged back to reality by the beast’s large balls slapping against his thighs. His senses were overwhelmed with immense pain radiating from his asshole and the feeling of a giant intruder rearranging his insides from his opening to his chest. The horse boy withdrew his shaft all the way to the head before slamming all the way back in. He began pummeling his way in and out, rapidly and brutally.

Aaron desperately tried to hold on to his humanity, but he could feel his brain shutting down. He continued to wail with every insertion, but those soon became just a reflex. His eyes became unfocused, his jaw slackened, and his limbs went limp.

The creature continued to use him in that position for nearly half an hour before he scooped his arm around his slut and hoisted him into the air. He plonked the boy onto a primitive but sturdy bed, his ass just off the edge, and continued to fuck him senseless. After another hour, the horse buried his cock into his boy and leaned over him. His cock expanded and spasmed until a huge stream of cum erupted into its host. Aaron’s eyes bulged for a moment before his mouth was blown open by the tsunami exploding through his throat. The beast slowly eased out as his ramrod coated Aaron’s insides and inflated his tummy. He looked even more pregnant than the Minotaur had made him by the time his interior was finally empty.

The horse boy released one last gallon of cum on Aaron’s body, its smoother, more liquidy texture mixing with the Minotaur’s thicker and stickier cum. He stared down at his cock sleeve with an innocent grin before heading back out into the forest.

What remained of Aaron’s self slowly faded into unconsciousness as he lays in a puddle of two fantastical creatures’ luscious cum.

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My name is Tim, I’m 50 years old and in a sexless marriage. My wife, Alana is a great mother to our grown children, but has lost any and all interest in sex. We met in college and the sex was incredible, but as the years went on it became less and less exciting. We tried to spice it up like most couples do – watching porn together, sex in strange places, a bit of kink – I love when she plays with my ass and she let me tongue her ass once. But, these were fleeting moments of pleasure and we always fell back into a sexless rut. This particular rut has been excruciatingly long. It’s to the point that even a small amount of body contact makes me hopeful it will turn into more, but it never does. It doesn’t help that our marriage is not the greatest and talk of divorce comes to the forefront once in a while.

My need for some sort of physical contact has resulted in me watching ridiculous amounts of porn. I watch all types of porn – straight, gay, trans, etc… I jerk off at least once per day, often finishing by eating my cum out of my hand. I use my wife’s rabbit on my ass when I can which results in body shaking orgasms. When I was a bit more flexible, I would swing my hips up against the wall so cock was pointing at my face. I’d fantasize that some dude was nutting on my face while trying to cum in my own open mouth. Don’t get me wrong, I love pussy and fantasize about it often – actually masturbate thinking about my wife’s nicely trimmed box. But, lately I’ve been craving cock. When I do get one it won’t be the first. Truth be told, I used to suck the brother of my friend back in high school, but that’s another story.

Anyway, as I mentioned my marriage is now more of a friendship as sex has been out of the relationship for years. Nothing specific happened, my wife just seemed to lose interest. I, however, certainly have not. I have jerked off to more porn than I thought was humanly possible. I’ve discovered my affinity for gay/bi porn, particularly the oral scenes culminating in a large load. I also discovered chat sites that men use to hook up. This intrigued me for two reasons – first, I could tell other men my dirty desires and hear theirs too. Second, the thought of actually hooking up with a guy excited me. I have not been sexually active with anyone but my wife the entire 24 years of our marriage.

So, I cruised one site pretty often and had a bunch of dirty talk sessions with a bunch of different guys. It was the typical “I want to suck your cock” or “bottom looking for a hot top”. But, it excited me enough to result in many cum shots hiding away in my office chatting. One afternoon while surfing the site a message popped up from an anonymous profile. I never chat with anyone without them indicating their age so that was my first question. Turns out he was two years younger than my 50 years. He was also married and sent me various pictures of him fucking his wife and her perfoming oral. Her face was always blurred, but he had a great cock and she had a great body with small nice tits and a neatly trimmed bush. As we continued to disclose our fantasies about sucking cock, we agreed that being discreet was most important. We both had too much to lose.

Long story short, after a couple of months talking about meeting we finally decided to follow through with it. We agreed to just meet for a drink at a local oyster bar. He told me what he would be wearing and that he had a tightly trimmed beard. I scanned the restaurant when I entered and immediately found him sitting alone at a high top table. Let me be clear, I’m not attracted to guys. For me it’s purely sexual and all about the cock and the act. But, this guy was an attractive man. Still, my initial thought was to turn and run. This is crazy! What the fuck am I doing here? But, I didn’t run. I took a deep breath and realized I alway ran from the craziness. I decided this time was different and took my first steps toward embracing craziness.

As I approached him he looked directly at me and smiled. “Tim?” he asked with a broad smile.

“Yes, you must be Dave,” I said, extending my hand.

“I am, glad to finally put a face to your online profile,” he said while shaking my hand. It was quite humorous as my profile picture is a close up of my hard cock.

We sat down just as the waitress approached “Can I get you guys a drink?” she asked

“Absolutely, I’ll have a vodka tonic and a shot of tequila,” I said. I knew for this first meeting to work alcohol needed to be involved to calm the nerves.

Dave looked at me and laughed. “I’ll have the same,” he said

The waitress took our order and disappeared. “I like your strategy. I’m nervous too,” he said to me.

‘You have to admit this is very awkward. I said some things to you online that I never said to anyone, not even my wife,” I said to him.

“I hope that true, because if it’s not, your wife has a cock and you want to suck it,” he responded

We both had a good laugh and continued to chat. I found Dave to be smart and funny and he seemed less uncomfortable ankara travesti than I was feeling. We had several drinks as the chat turned a little sexual. He told me that he gave his balls a fresh shave because during one of our online chatsI had told I wanted to lick and suck them. He also said he was hoping that if we do move forward he wants to kiss his wife when he gets home with my cum on his lips. He thought it would be funny. I could sense that he was getting to the point where we would have to decide if we were taking the next step tonight.

“I’m really nervous, but completely rock hard right now,” I confessed. “Do you remember the picture I sent you of my precum soaking through my pants? Take a look under the table.”

Dave casually dropped his napkin on the floor and leaned down to pick it up. I spread my legs a bit so he could see better. When he came back up he was laughing.

“Someone needs some assistance,” he said. “Actually, I think we both do. Take a look under the table.”

I dropped my fork and bent down to pick it up. I glanced up to see Dave’s hard cock sticking out through his unzipped pants. I was certainly surprised as I didn’t expect to see him exposed like that, but I also think it triggered a response in me that decided this was real and it was going to happen.

As I pulled myself back up to the table the waitress appeared and asked if we wanted another drink or some food.

“I think we’ll just take the check if you don’t mind,” I said as I watched Dave grin.

A few minutes later she brought the check and Dave grabbed it and insisted on paying. He grabbed for his wallet and threw down his Centurian card. During our on-line conversations he mentioned his work and sent a picture of his wife’s beautiful yoga pants covered ass (I love yoga pants asses – especially the Moms at the local grocery store) and what looked to be a nice home so I figured he was successful.

“To a new friendship,” he said as he raised his glass.

“Cheers, so what now?” I said nervously. Although my confidence was up, I was still very much second guessing whether or not to go through with this. I could easily just back out of it. Even though Dave was a nice guy I owed him nothing. We sat there in silence, neither of us knowing what to say. It was awkward to say the least. Then Dave broke the silence.

“Regardless of what happens, we have to leave here eventually, right? It may as well be now. Look, we are both nervous as fuck right now. We’ve talked on-line for hours about what we would like to do. It doesn’t have to happen tonight or ever, but I know I will regret not trying my wife’s incredible blow job method on you.”

His last comment made me laugh as we had talked about it quite a bit. Apparently she has a wrist twisting method she applies as she sucks hard on his cock.

“Let’s just get out of here and see what happens,” I responded.

We got up from the table and headed towards the door. The hardness of my cock made the walk out the door a bit uncomfortable. When we made it outside, I tried to hide the fact I was adjusting my cock in my pants.

“You too, huh?” said Dave reaching inside his pants to adjust his own hardness. “You want to see some of those home videos of me and my wife? It might be a good way to break the ice.”

“Absolutely, you know I’ve been dying to see video of you fucking her. The pictures were great, but I want to see it in action,” I responded.

The night air was warm as we walked and tried to figure out where to go. Not having any great ideas, we finally decided that we would just find a secluded spot somewhere and sit in the car and watch his videos. After Dave drove us around for a while we found a local park and ride bus station that was basically empty. The lot was large and there was a secluded corner where we stopped.

“This is the best we are going to do,” he said. “Hopefully, the cops don’t patrol the lot”

“Yeah, I’m not sure what excuse we could give if one came up on us.”

“Video time!” Dave said while reaching for his phone. “Now this isn’t Pornhub quality, but I personally think the amateur quality makes it better.”

“I agree, I prefer amateur porn. It’s way better because it’s real,” I responded

I sat patiently and nervously in the passenger seat as Dave scrolled through his phone looking for the first video.

“Here’s a good one for you,” he said as he leaned closer to me so I could see his phone. “I know how much you like her hairy pussy.”

I leaned in as well to get a better view. On the screen was Dave’s wife laying naked on the bed with him on his knees over her. She had a vibrator on her hairy snatch and Dave’s gorgeous 6.5 inch hard cock in her mouth. Her petite body with beautiful small tits was quivering every so often from the pleasure of the vibrator. She was a great cock sucker!

“Fucking hot,” was all I could say. My cock was rock hard as I was mesmerized by what I was watching. His wife was incredibly gorgeous and my immediate thought was of her sucking my cock ankara travestileri or me fucking that perfect pussy. As I watched though, I began to notice my focus shifting to Dave’s cock. It was beautiful – a bit bigger in length than mine, but similar in girth. His balls were clean shaven and hung quite low filled with what I could only imagine was lots of cum. Dave and I had discussed our cumshots in the past and he sent a picture of him blowing a load. It was impressive and my thoughts went to that picture when I saw his wife take his balls into her mouth.

“I see you’re enjoying this,” I only half heard Dave say as I watched the screen attentively.

“What?” I responded

“I gather you are enjoying the video since you are rubbing your cock,” I hadn’t realized I was doing it, but he was right. My hand was gently massaging my dick through my pants.

“Why don’t you just pull it out and do that?” he asked. Then Dave placed the phone down and began to undo his pants and pulled them to his ankles along with his boxers. There stood his cock at full attention. I saw some of it at the bar, but seeing it fully hard with his balls just hanging made me realize how glorious it was. Dave reached out and picked up his phone again to continue watching the movie.

“Well this just got a bit awkward. Are you just going to stare at my cock or are you going to pull down your pants?”

“Oh right, sorry. I was just a bit surprised at seeing your cock in person. It’s much bigger than it appears in the pictures,” I responded as I began undoing my belt. I quickly shed my pants and now we both sat in the car with cock and balls hanging out.

“Dude, your head is huge,” Dave said

“Thanks, that’s what my wife thinks too and the reason she would never try anal,” I responded.

“Ah, well you won’t see any anal in our home videos. Neither of us are into it,” he said, reaching for his phone to continue the video.

“Really, have you ever tried it? My wife used to rub my asshole and once in a while finger it. I would have mind blowing orgasms.”

“Nah, just never been into it.”

So back to the video where Dave’s wife was now on all fours taking his cock from behind. The POV shot was really hot as you could see how wet his cock was as it was sliding in and out of her pussy. Her cute rosebud of an asshole was fully exposed and begging for a thumb. But, since they didn’t like ass play it never got one…too bad. Dave’s wife was asking him to fuck her harder and he did.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Dave stroking his cock. I instantly went for mine and started stroking and tugging my balls. Dave looked over and grinned, but said nothing. My focus was now split between watching Dave fuck his wife on the screen and watching Dave jerk off in front of me. This was so surreal ro say the least. Sitting in a parking lot with a stranger jerking off to videos of him fucking his wife. Or was I jerking off to watching him jerk off. Either way it was really fucking hot.

“I love how she moans,” I said.

“Yeah, she moans like this when she gets close to cumming,” he responded.

In the video Dave was no longer thrusting his hips. His wife had taken control and was backing up hard onto his cock. She took over and was fucking him. Dave kept the camera angle from point of view and you could see his cock grow wetter and wetter as she screamed she was cumming. As she was cumming on the screen I looked over to see that Dave had picked up his stroking pace. I thought I saw a bit of precum, but couldn’t be sure as the sunlight was fading. The scene of his wife rocking her ass back and forth so she could fuck him was amazing. I thought about how much I wanted to do that to my wife, but realized it wasn’t happening anytime soon at home. But, I also realized that I had an opportunity to follow through on a promise I had made myself years ago. It all went back to my friend’s brother. The secretiveness and the dirtiness of two just out of high school guys blowing each other basically every weekend stuck with me. I’ve always known I wanted to do it again…and here I was.

Being in the passenger seat and being right handed (obviously jerking off with my right hand) meant that when I reached over to grab Dave’s cock I had to do it with my left hand. I was clumsy and basically grabbed his hand that was stroking himself. Nervous because I thought I made it awkward, I immediately apologized.

“Please jerk me off,” was all Dave said as he moved his hand away.

My hand was alone on Dave’s cock now. I encircled his hard shaft with my fingers as he let out a slight sigh. He was hard, so hard. It had been over thirty years since I touched another cock and it all came flooding back to me. I thought back to jerking and blowing Tom on his parents couch. The thought that maybe this could be the first of many with Dave as it was with Tom excited me. I was stroking Dave’s cock slowly watching his wife continue to fuck him on the screen.

“That feels so fucking good,” Dave whispered. I’m not sure if travesti ankara he intended for me to hear that or not, but it encouraged me to go faster. I wrapped my fingers a bit tighter and was sure to get the head of his cock in the palm of my hand on the upward stroke. Dave had confided in me that his head was sensitive so I wanted to make sure it got some attention. His cock felt so smooth in my hand. I glanced up at Dave to see if he was still watching the video. His eyes were closed and he was certainly enjoying the moment. I continued to stroke both our cocks only stopping to spit on my hands for lube. I continued switching my view from his face to his cock. Suddenly he opened his eyes while I was looking at his face. We made eye contact and it felt a bit awkward at first, but we both knew we were likely onto something that we would enjoy in the future.

Dave reached over and grabbed my cock in his hand and said “You feel nice. I can’t believe this is happening. I’ve thought about doing this for so long, but never thought it would happen”.

His hand was strong and felt strange compared to my wife’s delicate hands. He was powerful in his strokes, but not harshly so. His hand was surprisingly smooth too as it slid up and down my shaft. It was easy to tell that we were both nervous but enjoying the moment. We were keeping ourselves well lubed with our saliva which you could hear the wetness as we stroked. I ran my hand down his shaft to cup his balls. They were large and hung low filled with what I could only hope was copious amounts of semen.

“Mmmmmm….that’s amazing” he managed to say as I allowed one finger to slide down to his perineum. I knew not to go further, but wanted to hopefully make him think about it. When I brought my hand back up I went straight for his cock head. With two fingers I lightly pinched his head sliding my fingers together at the tip. Just as I had hoped I was rewarded with Dave’s precum. I slid my fingers down his shaft easily with the aid of his precum.

“I’m lubing you up with your precum. I contemplated licking it off my fingers, but decided not just yet. I want you to see me do it.” I told Dave.

“That is so fucking hot,” Dave responded. “This is awkward positioning in the front seat. We can drop the back seat and lay back there. It will be much more comfortable.”

“That sounds great! It’s not easy jerking you with my left hand, so moving sounds perfect.”

With that, in very impressive maneuverability, Dave climbed between the front seats. As he did, I managed a glimpse of his low hanging balls and almost reached out to grab them. Not sure how he would react, I decided not to. I was playing with my cock as I waited for him to collapse the seats. Dave was still hard as a rock as he moved around the back. I found myself staring and yearning for it. That familiar feeling of lust was washing over me and I needed to contain myself. I knew exactly what I wanted, but needed to make sure he was feeling the same so I needed to play it cool.

“All set, if you want to come back,” he invited me.

I climbed through the seats and immediately went for his cock. Dave was on his knees with his head bent over to fit in the back of his SUV. I grabbed and stroked him aggressively. So much for playing it cool I thought to myself.

“I want to blow you,” I blurted out. Long gone was any thought of watching his home videos. I had one focus and that was getting his cock in my mouth and draining his balls. I didn’t care if he lost his inhibition after blowing his load and decided not to return the favor. This was something he had admitted happened in the past and was worried would happen again with me. I didn’t care.

“Um, yeah of course,” he said with some hesitation.

I think I may have caught him by surprise with my bluntness. I asked him to lie on his back with his legs spread. Once he did, I crawled up between them. I didn’t look at him for fear any eye contact may cause him to back out. I grabbed hold of his cock with one hand and his balls with the other.

“I’ve been wanting this for a long long time,” I said as I stroked the shaft and massaged his balls.

I got down low so that his balls were right in front of my face. I stuck my tongue out and lightly brushed his ball sac. Dave took a quick breath. I flicked his balls a bit while every so often giving his shaft a lick. I was teasing him by not touching his sensitive head. I would take one of his balls in my mouth while slowly stroking his shaft. I could tell that I was driving him crazy as his breathing was erratic. This went on for sometime and I was enjoying every minute of servicing him. In fact that was all I wanted. I wanted to do whatever he told me to do….and then he did.

“Put me in your fucking mouth, I can’t take the teasing any more,” he groaned.

“Ahhh yes,” he moaned as he entered my mouth. “Fucking, yes. Suck my cock.”

This surprised me a little as Dave mentioned his wife wasn’t a big talker, but he said he wasn’t either. Nonetheless, it was a huge turn on for me knowing how much pleasure I was giving him. It wasn’t just the talking that let me know how turned on he was. I could taste his precum on my tongue and the back of my throat. It tasted salty and I really was enjoying it.

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

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

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Wrestling Team Gone Wild

Chapter 9: The naked calendar

After seven weeks of trainings and a second competition where we all got good results — no one ejaculated on another wrestler that time -, we had a week off and I went back to my parents for just a few days.

The video of me cumming on my opponent had died down a little but I was still receiving messages daily from guys asking me to open an Onlyfans or to send them masturbation videos. Some were offering me up to 500$! Sure, I was broke but not to the extent of accepting that.

My one-on-one training sessions with the Head Coach were finally over, I was not supposed to work on my insecurities anymore. I naïvely thought that, maybe, things were finally about to get normal.

The relationship with the rest of the wrestling team was still tense but Travis and I were now cordiale with each other, which was already an improvement. Sometimes, he would ask me weird questions about my ex-girlfriends, as if he wanted to check that I was really straight. I tried to ignore that for the sake of rebuilding my relationship with him.

When we came back at the university, a few of us were called to meet with Coach Ranson and Robert de Portier in the Coach’s office. It was about the calendar.

“Guys, the shooting will happen next Friday. Your professors have already been informed and you will have your day off.”

“Sweet!” Said Cory.

“We expect you to be in the yard on the east side of campus by 7am.”

“Still sweet?” Damian asked Cory with a grin, the junior looked down at his shoes.

“Francis wants to shoot you under the beautiful sun rise. You don’t have to come with anything specific, except maybe for your wrestling singlets just in case. Otherwise, we will give you everything that you’ll be needing there. Just make sure you have good rest the night before.” Explained Robert de Portier.

Three thousand dollars to wake up at 6am, I could definitely do that.

When the other athletes mentioned money and asked when we would get paid, I realized that the seven other wrestlers who had been selected were only paid a few hundreds dollars. I felt bad but did not say anything. They were all hating me enough as it was and Coach Ranson had the good sense not to mention my “privilege” to anyone else.

Travis and I had an actual conversation for the first time the day before the shooting, as we were coming back from our Thursday’s training. Can you believe it? I did not even have to show off my ass during work-out or in the locker-room! I just showered with everyone else normally. Damian did slap my ass once but at this point, it was really nothing.

“Damn, it’s going to be cold tomorrow morning. Shooting outside in November, those guys are crazy.” Travis said while he was zipping his coat all the way up.

“It took you two months to realize they were crazy?” I replied with a smile.

He looked at me, marked a pause and chuckled.

“Yeah, I guess it’s not the worst thing we did this year!”

It felt good, being able to laugh about it. Sometimes I thought to myself, maybe I was too sensitive. Sure, there had been some hazing in the locker rooms and the Coach was tough but it did work, the Wolves were leading the championship and I myself, was leading my weight class.

Travis was right though; Once we arrived in the shooting location, we were all freezing waiting for the sun to come up and the photographer to arrive.

Francis came in with Coach Ranson, Robert de Portier and a couple of luggage containing his professional equipment. It was the first time I saw Coach Ranson wearing a pair of trousers instead of his usual nylon shorts.

“Good morning, Fellas!” Said Robert, enthusiastic.

Everyone mumbled a good morning. We were not too sure what to expect and Cory was yawning every two minutes.

“Now, for the first set of pictures, we wanted to shoot you in this beautiful yard, outside light will do wonders and the classic architecture surrounded us, oh my, you will be like Gladiators, no, Greek Gods!” Described Francis, the man clearly had a vision.

A few students who were going to the library or early classes passed by us, probably wondering what a bunch of jocks were doing outside in this cold morning.

“So, shall we?” Asked Coach Ranson.

Francis started setting up the equipment. Robert de Portier stopped helping him to scold us:

“What are you waiting for, boys?”

I looked at Travis and at Harry, they seemed clueless as I was.

“Take off your damn clothes, the shoot is about to start!”

“Right here?” Asked Harry, suddenly worried.

“Yeah, well. Why are you so surprised?”

“I ankara travesti thought we would keep our clothes for this part of the shoot outside.” Intervened Coty. Damian and Eli were already taking off their jackets.

“This part of the shoot?” I questioned out-loud.

Francis smiled:

“You boys knew it was a naked shoot, right?”

Everybody replied with a more or less energetic yes except for me. I whispered to Travis:

“Man, what the hell?”

“Yeah, I know, my dick is going to be shrinking a lot under this cold! I would have preferred the nude part to start later on.” He replied.

“I mean, you knew we would shoot naked?”

“Well, yes. At least for some of it. Like in the previous calendars.”

“They’re naked on the other calendars?!” I asked, a little bit too loud and the staff and wrestlers looked at Travis and I.

“Dude, have not you seen the calendar last year?” Asked Cory whose muscular chest was now glistening under the first rays of sunlight.

“Or read your contract?” Said Harry while nodding his head in disbelief and taking off his pants.

“I did see the calendar! Well, the cover and some of the pictures. But they weren’t naked, they were wearing speedos. I thought they only wore speedos because of their sport!”

Thinking about it, Victor and the rest of the water polo team did not wear tiny golden speedos during competitions. I really was naïve sometimes.

“Dude, the contract was 2 pages long, really, you could not bother to read it?” Whispered Travis to me a few minutes later as we were now standing in our underwear. Thankfully, for once, I was not wearing my jockstraps but blue boxer briefs.

“Not mine!” I replied, remembering the thick contract on the Coach’s desk a few weeks prior.

Travis looked surprised.

“You got a different contract?”

“Never mind.” I said, realizing my mistake. The photographer was explaining we would shoot in groups and individually.

I could only blame myself on this one. Selling naked calendars was not unsurprising for male sport teams to make some money or to donate for charity, and if there was one university where it would be encouraged, it was definitely the one I was attending! I should have expected that.

I thought back about the few shots of the water polo team I had seen. The pictures, despite featuring almost entirely naked men, looked great. A bit too sexy for my taste but nothing too revealing or embarrassing.

I figured that after the picture of me posted on the official website of the university and what had happened during the first official competition, I could live with nude pictures on a calendar as long as it remained tasteful, which was the promise of the staff.

Getting ready to pose in the nude, I had to recognize that I had come a long way working on my insecurities when a couple of months before, I could not even be naked in a locker-room without being super embarrassed.

At the beginning, things went pretty well. Normally, we should have had robes to cover ourselves between the shots but Francis had thought about everything except bringing those, so we would wait for our turn in our boxers, doing push ups to try to stay warm and to get our bodies pumped. We all wanted to look our best.

The setting was beautiful even though I could have done without the whistles of the students passing by. Francis would ask us to remove our boxers once we were in the desired position, we were mostly shot from behind in sort of gladiators poses, showcasing our muscles. Once we were done, we would put our underwear back on and go wait with the others.

For once, I was glad that Damian was there as he was happy to go first and lead the way. His back and ass looked crazy from the angle he was shot under. The lighting did seem perfect. Somehow, the naked pictures were less shocking than the wet and translucid singlets. After Damian, it was the turn of Eli, Harry, Tom, Cory, Amir, Travis and finally, me.

I thought the photographer asked a bit more of me compared to the others. Mostly, they had to flex their biceps, moved a certain angle to have the perfect shot, but for me, Francis was really insisting on my glutes and on my ass.

“Arche your back. A little more. Again, a little more.”

At some point, I was almost bent over and I knew that if I was arching a tiny bit more, my hole would show. Clearly, this would not be fitting for a university’s calendar!

Girls were passing by, giggling. Damn, my ass was already big enough, no need to focus on it!

I did my best to comply with the instructions. Robert de Portier had assured me that the pictures would be very similar in the tone from the ones used in the previous year’s calendar. He also told that the calendar should remain somewhat “family friendly”, however, the last comment of the photographer about my “juicy ass” was definitely not “family friendly”.

“Guys, can Donkey Scotty stop showing off his bum like that! If he bends over just a little more, he will ankara travestileri give me a hardon, look at that big yummy pussy he has!” Damian Feytons could not help himself from commenting on the side-lines. But this time, I was glad he did, even if he was mocking me, it made the photographer back down a little.

Damian was not kidding though; his dick was semi hard.

Yes, if you were wondering, Damian did not bother putting his underwear back on after his session. He just remained there, naked, in the middle of the campus.

Given that I was paid way more than all of them (including all of them combined when I thought about it), it would have been inconsiderate to complain so I just went on with the shoot and I hoped for the pictures to remain acceptable. In the end, I did some bodybuilder pose, trying to look like a Greek statute and I assumed those would look good, highlighting my aesthetic.

As an hour had passed, more and more students were walking by or literally stopping to watch our shoot. Some even got their cameras out. It was still very cold and we were all eager to pursue with step two of the shooting inside. But the photographer was not done yet.

“Put your boxers aside guys, we will now proceed with some group shots. You’ll come by groups of 2, 3 or 4, and then all together.”

“It’s getting crowded….” Mentioned Cory in a weak voice.

Indeed, people were sitting outside and just watching us now. We were also visible from the classrooms not far away.

“Exactly, so let’s move this thing along, come on, everyone naked!” Commanded Coach Ranson.

Eli and Damian already were, the others complied. We were all used to getting naked in the locker-room by now, our singlets were also very revealing, but knowing that my teachers or classmates could see me in the nude, I got, once again, unsecure.

Travis was not super at ease either; he kept his hands over his genitals. A cute black girl was looking at him, giggling with her girlfriends. I tried not to think about my abnormal long dick and my enormous ass. I could not get self-conscious again or the Coach would notice. To prove him wrong, I tried to act as comfortable as I could, not really hiding my junks.

On the contrary, the young Tom seemed to get more and more comfortable for real. He even provided a sort of a strip show to a group of girls from his year: “Enjoy the show girls, 8 jocks just for you!”

In three years’ time, this guy would be worse than Damian, I thought. Well, Damian was literally doing the helicopter with his schlong so maybe it would be difficult to top him in terms of ludicrous behaviour.

“Come on guys, go over there, right next to this bench, the light is perfect. Turn around.”

“Woooo!” Some guys clapped behind. “Show us some good ass, wrestlers!”

“Boys!” Scolded the Coach at the guys who were making fun of us. But he was smiling.

I was put right in the middle of the group shot, between Travis and Eli.

“Now, look on the side, boys. Put your arms around each other’s shoulders, show us some team spirit!”

As much as it was a difficult moment for me, for once, I was not singled out and we were all in the same boat. I had Travis’s arm around my neck and I almost felt like we were friends again. It was sort of funny, having all of us naked in front of a small audience of students. The photographer encouraged us to loosen up, maybe that would give great shots.

Francis and Robert then formed a few pairs and groups. More and more, we were asked to stand closer to each other, side by side, our backs against each other. When my ass touched Tom’s little bum, I was reminded how much of a freak I was. But it got worse when I got paired with Damian for the finale shot outside.

“Feytons, Russel, lean over this bench and face us.”

Naturally I put both of my hands in front of my cock. It was only logical now that we were directly facing the camera.

“Use one of your hands to hold the bench behind you and flex your biceps.”

Damian obliged right away but I had a problem. I needed both hands to cover my elephant cock. I was sure that no dick had ever appeared on the calendar of the school. Some ass maybe, but going full frontal was not an option.

“Sir, if I do that… My penis will show.”

“Oh, come on, it’s not that big Russel, get over yourself! Follow Damian’s lead.”

Damian was barely concealing anything at all. The Coach frowned at me. I got vivid memories of my insecurity’s lessons. Fuck, not that again!

I tried to hide my genitals as much as possible with my right hand while my left hand was holding on the back of the bench I was leaning back to.

“Great shot! Great lighting! Great Models! Adonises” Exclaimed Francis.

“Do we really need to hide the goods, Mr Photographer? I think the public will want to see!”

Damian put his two hands behind him to lean completely back to the bench, his dick in full display. What the hell was wrong with this guy?

“Damian, if you want to start travesti ankara a porn career go ahead, but don’t involve the whole wrestling team in it!” I snapped, outraged.

“Let’s just play a little.” Settled Francis. “Feytons you’re going to hide Russel genitals with your hand and Russel, you’ll do the same.”

At least, Damian’s idea had been rejected. I slid my hand to the left so it would be in front of Damian’s dick, for a few seconds my genitals were fully visible but we were no longer directly in front of the other students.

Damian took his damn time but finally, he put his hand sort of in front of my cock but he was barely hiding anything.

“Dude, hide my dick with your hand!” I begged him.

I heard the clicks of the camera.

“Damian!”

“Oh, sorry, ok, I will hide it.”

This time, he moved his hand way closer and touched my cock with his palm.

“Dude!” I yelled.

“Come on boys, stop horsing around, we know you have big dicks. Can we be serious for 2 minutes to get this shoot over with?” Said the Coach.

I was furious. Damian kept his hand against my cock. But he did worse, he moved his hips forward so my own hand would come into contact with his dick.

Was he aware we were being photographed? Well, not only photographed, filmed! From time to time, Robert was using a small camera to shoot what he referred to as behind the scenes. I was certain he was not missing a single second of the action, his camera floating around every time we were changing position.

As much as it made me sick, I hoped this would be a personal movie only. Our communication director could have a wank for himself but this videos better not leave his personal computer!

“Now turn around, boys! Damn, that ass is huge compared to the other. Crazy!” Chucked the photographer, taking his last pictures. I was fully red.

“Ok let’s wrap this up. Time to go on second location, the gym!”

I hurried to put some clothes back on and I thought the worst had passed. At least, in the gym, there would be no audience watching us and we would not be freezing. Also, what more could they ask from me? Damian had already touched my cock!

“For the next sequence, we want to pay tribute to your sport. We want to bring you back to the origin of wrestling in ancient Greece. Let’s recreate the atmosphere, tension, and pride of those times where being a Man still meant something!”

Several bottles of oils had been put on the bleachers.

“Are we in for oiled-up naked wrestling match?!” Shouted Tom. Was he actually excited?

“You cannot be serious!” Stated Travis. I had a feeling he was about to leave the shooting.

“Sadly, the most prudish member of the university board would not be too keen of going back to the roots that much. Some people just do not understand art! So instead of fighting in the nude, you can wear those jockstraps.” Francis showed a pile of underwear on the floor.

I guessed this was better than being stark naked? I was not enthusiastic about the idea but jockstraps before being sexualized and associated with gay guys, were actually commonly used in sport.

“Come on, boys, let’s change!” Ordered the Coach.

I felt ok with my grey jockstrap on. The pouch was hardly concealing my dick which threatens to poke out at any given moment but surprisingly, I was fine with my ass. Wait, maybe, I had finally accepted my fag ass after all? I mean, my fat ass. I was not a fag! Those guys were really messing with my brains with their derogative comments sometimes.

For a couple of hours, we would have to re-enact traditional wrestling poses in our jockstraps and do actual matches. The photographer wanted to shoot us in the heat of the moment so it looked raw.

As we were almost exactly the same weight, I got paired with Travis for most of the shoot and we had to oil up each other regularly so we kept on shinning bright. We kind of looked ridiculous but the photographer was determined to have every inch of our skin covered by oil, at all times.

“I know it looks like a lot but it needs to pop for the camera! It’s like when you do television, you always wear way more makeup than in your daily life.”

Travis was a bit awkward oiling me and avoided my ass crack or my inner thighs. This was not acceptable for Robert de Portier though. He was committed to respect our photographer’s vision and quickly took matter in his own hands. Literally.

At some point, Robert grabbed the oil bottle from Travis’ hands.

“You do It wrong!” He claimed. “You really need to get in there!” He said, as he was rubbing my ass, his lengthy fingers getting dangerously close to my ass crack.

I wanted to yell but complaining had never gotten me anywhere. I let him oil me up counting the seconds, and then the minutes, until he would be done. He spent so much time on my inner thighs and on my groin, I started to feel some twitching in my cock, barely contained in the jockstrap. Thankfully, he let go of my cock before I got too stiffed.

He finished me up by massaging my feet with his oily hands, going up to my large ass, and then even went on my armpits.

“Every inch should be covered. Now, do it to Travis.” Robert told me, handing me back the bottle.

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My first two weeks in Edinburgh had been like a whirlwind.

Not only was I in a relationship with my landlord, I had also been fucked by black cock which had always been a fantasy of mine.

I had also enrolled in the veterinary college and was now waiting on a placement, as part of my course.

I really fancied a guy at the college, a Swedish guy called Rolf, who was a tall, thin blonde guy, with piercing blue eyes and I would have done anything for him in bed but I wasn’t certain he was gay.

I shared my feelings with Ricky, as we lay together in whatever bed suited on a particular night. He was excited at the thought of me fucking with Rolf and I appreciated his understanding of my needs, which was making me fall for Ricky more deeply than I expected.

I was being gentle with Ricky, up to now our sexual relationship had been confined to oral activities. It was nearing the time to test the water with some anal fun. I didn’t want to scare him off though. Certainly have him fuck my arse first.

In the bar, Jess was getting suspicious but was friendly with me. She always seemed to have a question about Ricky but I gave as good as I got. One night though, she got the upper hand.

She was leaning on the bar, her tits out on display as usual, as I returned from wiping some tables. It was a quiet Thursday and Ricky wasn’t due in until closing time to lock up.

“Don’t you fancy these for a change, Ryan?” and Jess jiggled her tits at me.

Now, although I’m 100% gay, there is something about tits that attracts me. Must be a childhood thing.

I tried to be too smart with my answer.

“Okay Jess, I give in. I’ll suck your tits, if you suck Ricky’s cock again.”

My answer shocked her but she quickly retorted and calmly.

“Sure, it’ll give me the chance to see if he’s had those two moles removed from his shaft.”

“He doesn’t have two………” My sentence tailed away as I realised I’d been caught with a sucker punch.

“Aha, just as I thought our Ricky’s been at your shit chute.” Jess triumphantly and crudely stated.

“No he hasn’t and nor I to him.”

I tried to recover my ground.

“Oh, so you’re sucking on your lollipops then?” She gave a dirty laugh.

I blushed and just answered “Yes.”

“I’ve got to congratulate you Ryan, you’ve got right in there. Never took Ricky for a poof, mind.” She sneered.

“Jess, please don’t tell him you know. I’ll tell him in good time”

“Okay Ryan, one condition.” She stated.

“Sure, anything.” I was expecting her to want me to do a shift for her, I wasn’t expecting what came next.

“Sleep with me Ryan. I want your gay cock in me, or I blow the gaff!”

I was rocked with that request. I was genuinely worried how Ricky would take it, if Jess blabbed to him.

“Make it this weekend at my place……lover boy.” Jess laughed at me.

I had tried pussy when i was 18, with a final year classmate and it had done nothing for me.

The rest of my evening was a blur, as the realisation istanbul travesti of what I’d agreed to fully hit home.

When Ricky arrived before closing time, I was so glad to see him. I needed his love.

Jess left as usual but looked pleased with herself, after her success.

“Ricky, can I stay at yours tonight?”

“Of course you can babe. My bed or the spare?” He teased with a laugh.

I kissed him deeply, there and then. I slowly withdrew and said the words I never expected to say.

“I think I’m in love with you Ricky……. tonight I want you to make love to me.”

Ricky’s face burst into a smile.

“I’d love to Ryan, really I would.” Then he kissed me again and my legs felt so weak.

“In fact, what about my single bed? It will be perfect for us tonight.”

“I like your thinking Ryan.”

I led him upstairs, knowing that this was the time he would fully take me. I deliberately wiggled my arse for him and Ricky purred like a contented Tom cat.

As we entered my flat I turned and kissed him again. I felt so horny and was gagging for him to fuck me. I undid his shirt buttons, then the belt of his pants. Ricky was already hard and all i wanted was for him to fuck me and enjoy it.

I quickly undressed and lay on my single bed.

“Climb on top, Ricky. I’ve made room for you.” I invited, as I opened my legs, exposing my soft pink hole.

Ricky looked a little nervous, so I prompted him.

“Put some lube on your fingers and try me out.”

Ricky fingering me was ecstasy but I wanted the full works. After a few minutes of preparing me, he got in position.

I had lifted my legs and was holding my ankles, giving him a wonderful target to aim at.

Ricky looked at me and I nodded encouragingly. He puffed out his cheeks and started to rub the head of his cock against my hole, which made me moan.

I then felt him slowly enter me. I’ll never forget that feeling of his cock first entering

me and I moaned again.

Ricky built up a rhythm now and his cock was stroking back and forth. His size was not an issue, as he was rubbing my prostate and I could feel that I would shoot a load whilst Ricky was fucking me.

I was making a noise, which just spurred Ricky on and as I expected, I came in three big spurts, landing on his chest and a little on his chin.

That did it for Ricky too and as he was deep inside me, his balls slapping my arse cheeks, I felt him tighten, then he fired a hot load inside me. I milked every drop of cum that I could, from his dick, then dropping my legs, I sat up so that I could lick the cum off of his chest.

Ricky collapsed into my arms and I could not believe the look on his face. He looked like a kid who’d found a key to Charlie’s Chocolate Factory, so to speak.

“Oh Ryan, that was amazing. Who needs women!”

“I can’t argue there, Ricky.” I especially thought of the scheming Jess.

I got up for a shower to clean up, unfortunately it was too small for us both to fit istanbul travestileri into.

Ricky lay on my single bed until I came back, my towel drying my hair, my cock swinging free.

“You remind me of your father there.”

Ricky said in a wistful voice that kind of knocked me between the eyes.

“What? How? What do you mean?”

I spluttered out, not taking it fully in.

“Your dad, Douglas, used to like going round the room with his cock out. Usually before or after a suck-session.”

“Wow! This is a side to my dad I didn’t know existed.”

“Douglas never once sucked me. It was always me on him.”

“Still trying to be the macho man, eh?”

“Look I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything. It was crass of me.”

“I’m glad you did. You must trust me, so it makes it more important I return your trust. I need to tell you something.”

“If it’s about Rolf, don’t worry I’m fine with it, really I am.” Ricky said as he held my hand.

“No, it’s actually worse.”

I then regaled the story of my encounter with Jess.

Ricky sat open- mouthed, transfixed as I told him about the predicament I now found myself in.

“My god, the cheek of the woman!” Ricky blazed.

“I’m so sorry Ricky, I let my guard down and she took advantage of it. But I promised, so now I have to go through with it.”

“Oh no you don’t Ryan. I’ll bring that wee cow down a peg or two, don’t you worry.”

I was still standing naked and Ricky put his hand out to rub my cock.

“No way is she getting hold of that.”

He pulled me closer and was quickly on his knees, licking and kissing my shaft. I soon hardened and started to enjoy his attention.

Ricky moved fast, happy for a quickie and I soon obliged, my 7″ member firing a fresh load into his mouth, which he heartily gulped down.

We settled down for the night, cuddling closely.

“Ryan, all this just goes to show that honesty is best, for both of us.”

“You’re right Ricky, together we can beat the world!”

We laughed but held each other closely.

Ricky dealt with Jess as soon as she arrived the next day.

“I hear your landlord has put up your rent, Jess.” He looked for confirmation.

“Aye, that’s right. It’s getting harder to make ends meet.” Jess answered.

” Yep, shocking when you don’t have enough money.” Ricky continued.

Jess maybe thought he was going to offer a wage-rise but his next words put her right.

“It would be even worse if you had no money at all because you were out of a job after trying to blackmail someone.”

“What are you on about, ya daftie?”

“You know fine well that you blackmailed Ryan to have sex with you, in return for your silence.”

She looked shocked and yes, even a little ashamed.

Ricky continued on the attack.

“Well there’s no secret now, so your wee plan is bust and just be grateful I’m not firing you.”

“Why aren’t you? Is there a catch?”

“Believe it or not, I like you Jess. You’ve been travesti istanbul a loyal friend as well as employee but don’t push me. There is one catch though.”

“I thought as much, what is it?”

“You accept that Ryan and I are an item.”

With that he put his arm around me and planted a kiss on my lips, that lasted longer than the norm.

“Fucking hell, get a room you two!”

We all started to laugh and that was one problem diffused.

My college work had only just got going and I received some amazing news, when my request to work in the surgery at Edinburgh Zoo was accepted. It meant I could be assisting in medical procedures for animals ranging from rats to rhinos.

I was lucky to have been selected but knew it was just luck of the draw.

Coincidentally, Rolf had also been chosen, along with a girl called Lou.

I must admit, I thought this was a sign and I started to plan on how to get into Rolf’s pants.

Lou wasn’t a rival, as she was openly a lesbian.

We were both due at the zoo one Saturday afternoon from 1pm and I asked Rolf to meet me at the bar, so we could get the tram together.

He turned up shortly after opening time and I got us a table at the back and went to the bar for some coffee.

Ricky smiled at me and said

“So that’s Rolf is it? God, he’s handsome.”

“He is, isn’t he?” For some reason reason I felt proud, just because I fancied him.

“You do realise he’s not gay, don’t you?” Ricky added, as the coffee machine spluttered into life.

“How come you’re so sure?” I asked, my heart sinking.

“Just watch the way his eyes rove. He zeroes in on any woman. Hell, he’s even been eyeing up our Jess.”

“I can see it hurts Ryan but you’d better move on.” Ricky tried to console me.

I took the drinks back and Rolf was right at me.

“Who’s the sexy waitress, man?”

“Oh, that’s just Jess but she’s double your age, Rolf.”

“I know. I love older women and I would love to bury my 9″ in her.”

I reeled a bit, firstly because my plans were now blown out of the water but secondly my mind was doing cartwheels thinking about his huge cock.

“Ryan, I’m sorry, that was too much information, right?” He tried a laugh.

“Just a bit.” I tried to reorient myself.

Rolf’s eyes followed Jess around, as she leaned over tables, her tits almost spilling out.

“Do you want me to have a word? No promises mind”

“Would you, Ryan, please?” He sounded excited.

“Wait a minute.” I instructed Rolf.

I went over to the bar, where Jess was cleaning some glasses and I just came out with it.

“My Swedish pal, Rolf, really fancies you.”

Her eyes lit up.

“Stop messing Ryan, it’s not April fools day.” She said with disdain.

“No joke Jess, he has a thing for women your age. He can hardly take his eyes off you.”

She gulped. “Really?”

“Really, Jess. And he says he’s packing.”

I tried to be subtle.

“Send him over, Ryan.” Jess beamed.

I went back to the table and told Rolf that Jess was happy to meet him.

“Oh Ryan, I owe you one. Maybe I’ll let you suck me one day.”

Rolf winked at me and all the blood in my legs transferred to my cock.

That was one favour I would definitely call in, just a matter of when.

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Wow, what a day! John and I made love, went sightseeing, walked our butts off and then fucked our butts off. Really, it was a wonderful day. It even had nice bonding between John and my family.

We woke up the next morning, cuddled up together and with no particular plan for the new day. We slipped on shorts and t-shirts and wandered across to the bathroom. Before heading back to the bedroom, we both used the Scope. Happily, we didn’t see anyone in the hall.

We got back to my room and got back in bed. We were on our sides, facing each other. I stroked his face, and he leaned it into my hand. John had brought me the best sex I’d ever experienced, but these moments mattered at least as much. I loved him, and this tenderness was wonderful beyond words.

I brought my lips to John’s, and we kissed tenderly. I rolled to my back and asked him to get on top of me. He smiled and said, “aren’t we overdressed?”

“Maybe, but I just want to feel you on top of me for now.”

He sat on me and peeled off his t-shirt. Wow, that was a view I’d never tire of. What a man! Not an overly muscled gym rat, but hardly skinny, either. His body looked like it was carved to be a perfect male specimen. Granted, I was far from an objective observer, but I’d felt this way even when he was “the straight guy I was sharing a room with.”

Then he looked down, went “hmmm,” and I guess he decided on a simpler route than wriggling around on the bed. He jumped off, stood next to the bed and pulled off his shorts and looked at me. “You’re very overdressed for top-quality cuddling.”

I loved his silliness. And his horniness. He still had on a pair of his black Jockey boxer-briefs that he’d slipped on with the shorts a little while ago. Not the most revealing, really, but that big dick was unmistakable in them, especially as he was partially hard already.

I stood up. “Help me, my hero!” And I might have stuck my tongue out at him.

He smiled and grabbed my shirt, pulling it up over my head. It’s funny how the act of stripping off a t-shirt felt so much more satisfying when he helped. Then I dropped my shorts. I wasn’t wearing underwear, so I’d passed him on the ready-for-“cuddling” scale.

“I think you’re now the overdressed one.”

He looked down at my hard dick. “I don’t know if I should go any further. You’re looking threatening with that thing pointing at me!”

“Just get those off, Big John!”

And I helped, slipping my thumbs into either side of his boxer-briefs and sliding them down, freeing that beautiful dick.

“Now come back to bed, big guy.”

I laid down on my back. “Let me feel that hot body on mine.” And John got on top of me. We both were pretty hard already, but that’s really not what I wanted, at least not at first. His body was on mine, the weight of him on me, every muscle of his chest pressed against my chest, his lips a fraction of an inch from mine.

Then he shook his head a little.

“What?” I asked.

“Sometimes I look into your eyes, and I just can’t believe it. That I found a man this sweet, smart and hot. And I think he even likes me back.”

I gave his hard ass a little spank with my right hand and said, “You’re a silly man. A stud of a man, but still silly. You’re amazing, and I have the same feelings. How did I get so lucky?”

Our arms wrapped around each other, and then my hands moved up to his head. Without another word, we were kissing. Our tongues snaked into each other’s mouths as our deep kisses continued, and both of our dicks were super-hard at this point.

We finally stopped kissing, and he looked at me, then looked down as if looking at our dicks, although our bodies were still firmly together, so they were hidden for that moment. He said, “what happened to your plan to just cuddle?” and I could feel him flex his dick so it pressed even harder against me.

I smiled. “Imagine if you had a man as hot as you in bed, and see if you could stick to cuddling!”

He said, “Imagine? I have one. In fact, mine is hotter!”

I shook my head. “Not possible. There’s no one hotter than the man I’m looking at. I’ve never seen one! You’re perfect!”

And we were kissing again and now into some seriously dry humping. His hands were all over my body, and we were getting very heated up. Then he broke our kiss and looked around.

“What?” I asked.

“Where’s the lube?”

“Jeez!”

“What?”

“Is this what I am to you now? Stud service? Maybe I need some dick, big boy!”

He laughed. Have I mentioned how hot it is when this big, sexy stud laughs like a joyful kid?

I continued, “You’re my man, and I need you inside me!”

“Exactly what do you want?”

“How about you start moving up and let me kiss my way down until I find what I really want?”

We kissed and he slowly started moving up, his body hovering above me as I scooched down the bed little by little. We took our time. I kissed his neck and sucked hard. I might have left a bit of a mark istanbul travesti there, but his moans made it worth it. Then down to his chest. My god, what a work of art! I worked his nipples as I felt his dick starting to leak on me. Then we kept moving, and I got to kiss down his sexy abs. As many times as I’d now had this view, I still felt like pinching myself to make sure this was real. And finally, I was face-to-face with that big, beautiful dick, throbbing in front of me.

“Mmm, yes,” I said, “I love this view. Use me for your pleasure, my love. Be the super-stud you are and fuck my mouth as long as you want. I don’t want you to stop until you’ve pumped every swimmer in those big balls down my throat.”

I heard that growl that I loved, and he aimed his dick at my mouth. Without hesitation, since he knew by now I was a pro at handling that monster of his, he started long stroking that dick into my mouth. I took him deep, and his full balls were slapping my chin every time he bottomed out.

I caught air on his outstrokes, but I was happiest when every inch of him was in my mouth and throat. Yes, John, use me! Let me give you the pleasure you need!

I was holding his muscular ass in my hands, loving the feel of his cheeks clenching each time he’d thrust. That was so sexy, the sexiest man I’d ever known, showing his sexual prowess in every thrust!

After a lot of deep thrusts, he slid out and said, “your turn now” and made to move down to suck me. I said, “Oh no it’s not. As I recall, you already had your orders. I want my man in me and nothing else! Give me that dick and don’t take it out again until you’ve cum! Get to it, soldier!”

He laughed and said, “well, if you insist.”

With that, my mouth was stretched wide and stuffed full of his dick again. My hands went back to his ass and wandered along those thick thighs, loving every inch of him. Then, as he kept fucking my mouth with those long strokes, I moved my right hand down to my own dick and started stroking. After all our time together, I knew I’d make him cum soon, and I wanted us to reach orgasm at the same time.

He was alternating between long, hard strokes and occasionally stopping and holding himself deep in my mouth, so I’d just feel his throbbing dick on my tongue. Then some long, slow strokes, so I’d taste his precum leaking on my tongue and I could lick around the head as he was almost all the way out. Finally, he was building a steady rhythm again, his balls slapping my chin and that beautiful view of his abs filling my vision.

The moment I knew was approaching finally arrived. “Jess, I’m gonna cum.” If I could have talked with my mouth overflowing with dick, I would have told him I knew that already. Not that it would be a complaint. He gave last deep thrusts and held himself there. I looked up as I felt his dick start pulsating in my mouth. I saw pure joy on his face as the muscles of his neck were pulled tight. At that moment, I gave myself a last few strokes and groaned around his dick as my cum started to fly. The pulsations of his dick in my mouth and mine in my hand were like a symphony together, the beautiful rhythms of our love.

I swallowed every drop, and he started slowly sliding out of my mouth. Before the head had even passed my lips, he said, “well, someone isn’t going to need any help getting off.”

I was smiling as he finished taking himself from my mouth. We’d done this enough that I knew what he meant. I said, “I can’t help it if you turn me on more than anyone ever would have been able to.”

“Uh huh.” But he was smiling. He reached behind him, bending his arm so he could reach a spot on his midback. He brought his hand back around, and it was dripping with a pretty big shot of cum. Mine, of course. Then he made a sexy little moaning noise and brought his fingers to his mouth, darting his tongue out to lick some up. Another mmm noise, and he said, “the taste of my man. I love it!” With that, he put his fingers into his mouth to suck off every drop. Then he got his face very close to mine again and said, “want a taste?”

“Ooh, you’re such a dirty boy!” I smiled. “Come here, dirty boy, and you can taste yours, too!”

With that, we were kissing deeply again, our tongues wrestling and our loads mixing. We kissed deeply for a long time, and I thought we might have to get off again before we finally broke our kiss. John said, “your family is going to be wondering where we are.”

I said, “No, I don’t think they’re wondering. I think they have a pretty good idea!”

With that, I think I actually saw him blush. Which, of course, was adorable on him.

But he did have a point. “So let’s go shower, and then we can head down to start the less exciting parts of the day!”

We got dressed enough to get across the hall, in case we saw anyone else, and then we shared the bathroom, brushing our teeth and shaving. While John finished his shave, I reached into the shower stall to turn on the water and let it warm up. Then I turned back istanbul travestileri and watched him guide the razor along his chin. Along that strongly defined chin… fuck, there’s just no part of him that isn’t sexy.

As he finished, I stuck my arm in to check, and the water was now nice and warm. “Come on,” I said. “Let’s get cleaned up.” Wearing his naughty grin, he said, “I prefer getting dirty with you.”

“Well,” I replied, “maybe we can do both!”

We held hands as we got into the shower, and I closed the glass door. I kissed him, and then we started soaping each other up. Of course, there were more kisses, and we both were hard again in no time.

He smiled at me, picked up the conditioner and asked, “want to try fucking in the shower?”

“With that stuff? I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

Then he pouted. Playfully, but still. I said, “well, as it happens…” and I reached back out of the shower to grab a bottle off the sink. “I snuck this in when we came over” and handed him a bottle of lube.

He smiled again. “You dirty horndog!”

“Always for you, babe!”

He popped the cap and said, “let me work some into my hole to start.”

With that I snatched it out of his hand and said, “no, this morning is my day to be dominated and used–lovingly!–by my man. He started to object, “but I…” and I said, “Oh, come on! My man comes into my life, is a big, strapping, made-to-fuck stud, and he’s going to go 100% bottom on me now? I don’t think so!”

With that, I pushed the shower head to minimize the water running over us, grabbed his big, wide dick in my hand, and with the other hand, I poured lube onto it, starting to stroke its length. He groaned, and I thought his legs would buckle for a second.

He panted, “Whoa! Slow down there, sexy boy. But okay, maybe I can top. I mean, since you want it so much!” We kissed as I kept stroking him. I said, “Take me, you big stud! Fuck my guts out!”

I really needed him in me, and I stopped stroking him to turn around and bend forward, offering myself to him.

“Use lots of lube, hon. Even with the water turned away, it won’t all stay on.”

“Oh, have you brought other guys in here?”

“No, John, you big doofus, but I’ve jerked off in the shower plenty of times, and I don’t want to need paramedics after you’re done with me!”

He said, “fair enough!”

Then I said, “Well, on the other hand, if they’re cute paramedics…”

And the next thing I felt was a slap on my ass. Oww! But also kind of sexy.

I turned again and kissed him. My god, how did I fall in love with such a gorgeous man and get him to fall for me?

“Take me, my love! Put your babies in me!”

I again turned away, and he started rubbing the head of his dick on my hole as he worked in lube. I already was moaning and pushing my ass back. Even with the fun we’d had a short time ago, I was very horny and needed him in me.

We kept at it, as he continued to add lube and work more in. I’d had him in me lots of times by this point, but that still was a lot of dick to take. Fortunately, he was a very thoughtful lover and slowly worked it in, inch by inch, as his dick continued to spread me wide. As always, I felt so full even before he was completely in me, and it felt like this was the reason I existed!

Slowly, he kept working it into me, until finally his balls were against my ass. Then he started going back and forth with slow strokes. I loved when he did it this way, and this was an unusual position for us, so he was hitting spots he didn’t usually hit. As he moved in me, I think I was whimpering, it felt so good. Each stroke of that big, raw dick felt amazing.

“Oh, fuck, babe! So good!” I must have sounded like a porn bottom! John kept stroking in me but leaned in, kissed my neck and whispered in my ear, “hon, shh, someone will hear!” And I said, as I grunted each time he went deep into me, “sorry, but as this girl once said, ‘oh my god, this feels amazing!'”

I’d really confused him this time. He actually stopped, his dick deep inside me, and said, “Girl? You were with a girl? What?”

I said, “Eww, no! What kind of perv do you think I am?”

He laughed. “Then what are you talking about?”

“One time, I got to see live porn. This guy, who was the hottest man I’ve ever laid eyes on, brought a lucky girl back to the room we were sharing, and he fucked her right in front of me.” Then he got that I was talking about him.

He laughed and said, “your smartass side knows no limits, does it?”

I replied, “are you just going to stand there or make me your cumdump?”

He started moving again, and now he said, “I think maybe the time for long, slow strokes has ended. I’m gonna fuck your cute little ass off!”

“Go ahead and try your best!”

It may have sounded like a challenge, but of course, the idea turned me on more than I could say with mere words. With that, he turned my head to kiss me hard and fast, and then he stood up full and started to fuck travesti istanbul me hard. The slap-slap-slap of his groin on my ass was very audible. I semi-whispered, “I thought you were worried about someone hearing!”

He said, “they can get their own!”

“John, behave! It’s still my family. Save this for when we’re back in the dorm!”

So he slowed down a little, reducing the noise, but wow, he was bending his hips up to get really deep penetration and pushing into me with great force. This was a good, hard fuck, and I was loving it.

“Fuck, John, she didn’t deserve you, but she was right. That does feel amazing!”

He laughed and said, “you’re so going to pay for this!” as he kept moving in me. I said, “Just no more of your walks today! My feet will fall off!” And he almost had to stop fucking from his laughter.

I loved how we could make love and joke around. He made everything great! But we kept going, of course, and soon I knew he was getting close. I always could tell. The thrusts from those hips changed and his breathing changed, and then he said, “oh, fuck, I love you so much, Jess!” and pushed deep as I felt the warmth of his load filling me. He leaned in and was panting as he kept shooting in me. The feeling is so amazing! He’s such an amazing lover.

I hadn’t cum this time, and I said, “Can you stay in me for now?” He said, “I can try.”

“Trust me, stud, this won’t take long!”

We stood up a little, with John’s length still wedged in my hole, as I started stroking my dick. As I did, and he’d gotten his breath back, he started moving in me again, stroking his big dick in my hole as I stroked. Yeah, this wouldn’t take long at all! Now he was able to start full-length strokes again as I was moaning and stroking myself. After maybe a minute or two… “Oh, John, fuck, here it comes!” and he slammed hard into me as shot after shot of my second load of the morning sprayed all over the side of the shower stall. Lines of cum were decorating it as I could feel the pulsating squeeze my hole was putting on his dick. He held me tight as I was cumming and said, “Jess, sex with you is incredible.”

We stayed like that until we decided to finish for now (although it seemed he could have gone again), and it’s just as well. The water was getting pretty cold, since we’d been in there so long. So we quickly cleaned up, sprayed down the side of the stall, to clean up my mess, and got out, each grabbing our towels. As we toweled off, we were face-to-face, both towels wrapping around our bodies and our wet skin touching in the front. John looked serious. “You do know I mean it, right? I’ve never experienced a sex life like this.”

“Is that what counts most?”

“No. I mean, in the beginning, when I was ‘experimenting,’ maybe you making it so good helped me break through some resistance, but I know who I am now. More importantly, I know I lucked out and found the right guy. What counts most is how much I love you. Some nights, when you’re asleep, I’ll lie there and look at you, marveling at my amazing luck. I still can’t believe I found such a wonderful soul to be mine.”

I almost cried. “That’s funny. I’ve done the same thing. Sometimes, I’ll wake up and just look at you lying there. Yeah, there’s the part of me that’s extremely attracted to you physically and can’t believe you’re with me, but more often, I just think of what a wonderful person you are and marvel at my luck. Most times, I try hard not to wake you. I might just lie there, run my fingers down the middle of your chest and then cuddle up tight with you. I love when you don’t even wake up, but return the cuddling in your sleep, draping your arm over to hold me. So yeah, the sex is amazing, but so are you. I love you more than I could put into words!”

With that, we kissed, dried off and slipped back over to my room. It was getting to be time for breakfast, and we should be getting downstairs. John got dressed and headed down, and I said I’d be down in a minute. Well, technically, I said, “I’ll be right down. Just need to rest my feet for a minute. Someone wore me out with an idiotic amount of walking yesterday.” He smiled, kissed me and walked out without a word.

When I got downstairs, everyone was just hanging out, some sipping coffee, but I didn’t see John. I asked, and mom said, “He said it was his turn to cook, and he asked to take over the kitchen. But he did say, ‘when my assistant gets his lazy butt down here, could you tell him to come help me?'”

I just shook my head. The way he was fitting in was a little scary. Of course, I did as asked. Walking into the kitchen, I said, “You cook? How did I not know this?”

He said, “well, the kitchen in our dorm room has been closed this whole time…” And he shrugged.

Then, “okay, so you can take over cracking the eggs.” I saw he had a bowl of eggs going with some uncracked ones waiting next to it. “When you have all of those cracked, use that whisk and whisk them gently.” Then I can get you started on batter for the pancakes.

The rest was a blur. He had that kitchen humming. What couldn’t he do?

By the time we were done, I’d managed to wear too much egg, flour and who-knows-what-else as I prepped things for the newly-revealed master chef. But really, it was fun doing this with him.

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

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

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

All characters are above 18 years old.

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The Attendant

Chapter 04: The Dinner.

After an almost sleepless night, I woke up the next morning with the mindset of doing whatever needed to be done to better my situation, or at least, not making it worse for me or any member of my family.

I went over every option I had still left, considered every outcome, and I came to one conclusion: I needed to appear as the perfect Attendant if I wanted to have the slightest chance at a semi normal life. Probably, my step-father had made the same calculation and that surely explained his behaviour from the day before.

I went to the kitchen early and prepared breakfast for my step-father and brother. I ate a few toasts discreetly before they woke up but I did not serve myself any beacon or egg.

My step-father got down first, he was only wearing his robe; I could see his massive and hairy chest underneath it.

“Good morning, Owner, I have prepared breakfast as you like it.”

He seemed surprise. He could not say thank you to his Attendant – this is not strictly forbidden but this is just something you do not do – but he nodded to show his appreciation.

“Go wake your brother up, tell him breakfast is waiting for him downstairs.” My step-father marked a pause. “Attendant, make sure he understands you are fully at his service.” He was scratching his crotch under his robe while talking to me. I guess that since I was entirely naked, there was not much sense for him to be shy. “We all need to be fully committed to our roles today.”

“Of course, Owner.”

At last, my step-father seemed satisfied. I went upstairs and knocked slowly on my brother’s door. Contrary to me, he was allowed to have his personal space.

“Sir.” I said, entering his room. He was lying above his covers, wearing just a loose boxer. I had never noticed that he had become much fitter recently but this was to be expected, he was the star of his swimming team. An impressive morning wood was forming a tent in his underpants.

“Pete?” He mumbled, scratching his eyes, still semi-asleep.

“Sir. I think you should call me Attendant. I have prepared breakfast for you and for my Owner downstairs.”

“Oh…” He straightened up, noticing his morning wood, he readjusted his covers. His eyes fell irreducibly on my own exposed dick. “Thank you Attendant.”

“No need to thank me Sir. Would there be anything else I could do for you?”

He seemed unsure. I insisted. Martin needed to understand that he had to take over his part of my master if we were to survived the dinner to come.

“Sir. I am here only to serve you. You can ask me anything.” I said.

“Ok then. Make my bed and tidy up my room while I go eat Attendant.”

“Of course, Sir.”

He stood up; his dick seemed even harder than before in his underwear. But he did not seem so shy about it now. He took another good look at my naked body.

“Attendant, is it true that in some households, the Men of the house fuck their Attendants?”

What kind of fucked up question was that? I lied:

“Sir, this happens in some rare cases but I learnt during my formation this is frowned upon.”

His face got a little red.

“I was just wondering. I’ll go take my shower now.”

And he left the room. I was sure he was about to jerk off. Probably thinking about my cock.

I always suspected that my younger brother was gay, I had already caught his looks, especially when I would come back from training. Maybe the fact that I was now constantly naked was messing with his brain. The guy had never been allowed to act on his urges after all.

I am not proud to admit it but for a split second, I thought that it may have been better if my brother had admitted to his crime of watching gay porn and had taken his rightful place. I had done nothing wrong, and there I was, making his bed. But again, he had not done anything wrong either, the new world was just too messed-up.

In the afternoon, I was asked to train in the garage for a couple of hours to maintain my physical condition. My brother came to bring me some water but avoided to look at me. He did order me to do some squats though. Otherwise, I mostly did house chores (laundry, vacuuming) and when the cook arrived at 6pm, I helped him setting the table istanbul travesti up. He was a charming black man, in his fifties. He seemed uncomfortable with my nudity but did not say a thing.

By the end of the day, it almost seemed normal to call my younger brother “Sir” and my step-father “Owner”.

At 7pm, the both of them appeared in the living room dressed up in their fanciest suits.

“Is the Attendant helpful?” My step-dad asked to the cook.

“Very.”

Was that actual pride I was feeling? I had come so low…

The first guest to arrive was a man I did not know but I had already seen on TV, he was working very closely with the Governor of Ohio. He was important in the hierarchy as he had been a supporter of President Ganderson right from the start.

My dad opened the door as I was kneeling down in the entrance, naked. The man was in his sixties and walked with a cane, he had been injured very young during the war in Iraq.

“General Schneider, what an honour to have you in my humble home.”

“Good evening Clarck.” They shook hands. The General did not pay the slightest attention to me.

“Would you like my Attendant to take care of your coat?”

“Sure.” He grunted.

I expected the General to give me his coat but he did not move. My step-father gave me a little slap on the back of my head:

“Attendant, get up and undress General Schneider.”

“Of course, Owner.”

I stood up and helped the General getting out of his pricy coat. He was wearing a velvet suit underneath. I hurried up to hang the coat in the closet, and I went kneeling in the dining room where my step-father was introducing my little brother to his guest.

“This is Martin. He will graduate from high-school in only a few weeks. Top of his class. He has already requested to do an internship within our ranks this summer.”

“Sounds like a promising lad.”

“Thank You General.” My brother shook his hand.

“What would you care to drink General?” Enquired my father.

“Do you have a nice bottle of scotch?”

“Sure. Attendant, go get the drinks.”

Again, I hurried in the kitchen to prepare the drinks. My little brother never had whisky, at least, to the best of my knowledge. He was about to have his first taste.

I almost fell down with the tray when coming back in the dining room, but thankfully, I avoided that mistake and General Schneider, who had not taken a single look at me since he arrived, did not notice anything.

The second guest arrived. It was Captain Philips. The bastard had molested me, and did much worse to some of my companions, during my training at the Attendance Formation Centre of West Ohio. I hated him with all my guts but I politely knelt down before him and then took care of his coat. He slapped me on the ass as I was turning back to hang it. My father saw it but did not budge.

The third guest was Xavier Richard, the man who had come to take me away on the evening where my life had changed forever. He had fingered me in the ass later that same night. With my dad though, he was sweet and gentle. He was the first one to acknowledge me:

“I see that your Attendant has accommodated itself to its new role in society.”

“Yes, it has.” The awful use of the pronoun “it” probably best summed-up my new life. “It has received excellent training thanks notably to Captain Philips with us tonight. You were right Xavier; the training centres are a necessity.”

The finale guest was General Thompson, I had never met him but I knew he was a colleague of my father, maybe even a friend, and that he had his own son as an Attendant too. From the start, he made me very uncomfortable. He kept on staring at my body, specifically at my dick, and when greeting my younger brother, he patted my hair as if I were a dog. I almost bit him.

A few minutes later, the four guests, my brother and my father went sitting around the dining table. I was on my knees a foot from them, waiting for any instruction which would come. Some of the guests knew each other, some others did not. This was all very political and everyone was overly careful with the choice of their words and topics of conversation. At least at the beginning, when they were sober.

General Thompson kept on staring at me. Xavier Richard was looking too, but he was less obvious about it. I had not forgotten his nervous tic of always readjusting his tiny glasses on his nose. His lengthy fingers gave me chills.

During dinner, I was asked to serve the meals and filled in the glasses with wine but not much for than that.

“Wine, Attendant.” Barked Captain Philips. I obliged immediately.

“My glass is empty too…” Grumbled General Schneider, the guest of honour of the evening. This was my first mistake.

“Attendant! Come here.”

I went to my father. He slapped me across the face. I did not expect it but I took it without flinching.

“Do make sure that none of our glasses remains empty.”

My dad is only putting on a show, I istanbul travestileri thought, he is only playing his part.

“Of course, Owner, my apologies Sirs.”

From this point on, I was very stressed, making sure everyone had always something to drink. I knew making it through this dinner was crucial and I did my best to comply with the orders. It was not sufficient for Captain Philips though.

“See, this careless behaviour. This is why I’m pushing for the training to be more in adequacy with the type of subjects we are confronted to. Those fags need to be completely rebuilt, there are completely rotten from the inside. When you’re in the Centre, you quickly learn that there is no alternative than to break them entirely and then re-educate them.”

“Breaking them. Is not that a little cruel?” Asked Mr. Richard. “Stephan, you were among those who opposed to the harsher treatments during the most recent session of voting, right?”

My step-dad was visibly embarrassed:

“It’s always a fine line, is not it? Between the need to correct those deviant individuals, the opportunity to find a place for them in our society, and the principles of tolerance and love which we must always put first as commanded by God himself.”

“A fine line indeed” Commented Mr. Richard. “General Schneider, did they get any good results in Texas?”

“I heard that they are on the verge of eradicating any disobedience from their Attendants. It did come at a cost though, the training given by the State there is two months long and they had to put a whole surveillance system in place.”

“But the value of the Attendants did go up, right? It surely compensates for the expanses from the State.” General Thompson replied, pointing me to his drink so I could refill him.

The value of the Attendants went up in Texas. What did that mean? Despite of my so-called training, I realized that I was still very clueless about my own status.

“But, shall it all be only a question of money?” Asked my dad.

“Sadly, everything is a matter of money Clarck.” Settled General Schneider. My father stopped talking immediately. He was the highest rank in the room, he could not be contradicted.

“We sure need the money; our brave citizens are less and less prone to donate for the research. The Attendance system might allow us to finally have more fundings to cure those atrocious diseases. Talking of which, let me restate my sincerest condolences for your wife Stephan.”

“Thank you, Xavier. Her loss was a terrible tragedy for both Martin and I.”

And me! I wanted to scream! I was the one holding my mom’s hand when she took her last breath. I was also the one doing the research to fight that freaking disease until they took me away!

“Well, with a body like this one, I guess that Attendant must have cost you a lot!” Said General Thompson with a huge smile, eager to redirect the conversation onto a lighter subject. My body.

I was finally putting two and two together. My father had paid the Ohio State to have me. I guess this made sense, I was, after all, a merchandise. How much was I worth though?

“I was happy to give back to the State you know.” Responded my father, trying to sound casual. “It is indeed in good shape.”

“Flex for us Attendant.” Asked General Thompson. I was certain he had been waiting for that all evening. I tried not to think about what this man might be doing to his own son — now Attendant – in private.

I stood up and awkwardly flex my biceps.

“What did it do in its former life? To have a strong body like that?” Asked Mr Richard.

“Oh, he… I mean it, it was a biologist, but I always made sure my sons got a proper training, it is…”

“As a rule, I think we should avoid mentioning the past lives of the Attendants. Don’t you think?” Interrupted General Schneider, playing with his cane between his fingers.

Both Mr. Richard and my dad apologized hastily and the others strongly agreed that such a topic was inappropriate.

“I mean, the muscles are fine, but shall we address the elephant in the room? I have rarely seen such an impressive penis on a fag.” Commented General Thompson with a grin. “If it is more than 8 inches when it is hard, I heard that it almost doubles their value.”

I tried to remain calm. It had to go well. I could not erupt. Or I was dead. And probably so were my dad and brother.

“Unfortunately, we were not authorized to take those measurements back at the Centre. This is why Ohio is far behind the other states in the matter, and the prices of Sla… of Attendants is so low here.”

Captain Philips did measure my flaccid dick though, he also fingered my ass, but he did not mention that to the other guests.

Before giving his following request, General Thompson made sure to obtain the general assent of the room. He whispered something at General Schneider who nodded imperceptibly.

“Get hard, Attendant.” Thompson finally said.

“I…” This command made me break from my travesti istanbul character and I looked at my father, worried.

“What is wrong with it?” Asked General Schneider angrily. It was as if he was surprised to find out that a toy did not function correctly.

“My apologies General, my Attendant only arrived yesterday.”

“Are you implying that the training it received was insufficient?” barked Captain Phillips.

“Of course not Captain. Attendant, do what you have been asked!”

“But how…” I whispered. How were they expecting me to get hard, in front of all of them? I looked at my brother in despair, he had gone red. He seemed fairly drunk at this point.

“And that’s it!” Exclaimed Philips. “That’s exactly why we should be tougher with them! I can assure you that back in the southern states, first thing the fags learn is the primordial lesson that their bodies do not belong to them anymore! And I can tell you, they don’t react so stupidly when they are expected to perform such a simple task.”

“Maybe the Attendant has pleasured itself recently and is no longer able to get an erection?” Questioned Mr. Richard.

This would be a very serious offense. The fear of the chastity cage came back into my mind.

“I did not Sir. I… I will try.”

The discussion kept on going, everyone debating on my capacity to serve my household right if I could not obey the simplest command. The worst part is that I genuinely tried to comply with the twisted order but I had never been this far from getting an erection. I tried to focus my mind on a beautiful girl I was working with in the lab but I started to think that not getting hard would mean the end of me, and of course, that did not help.

“Don’t stay here like an idiot, Attendant!” Shouted my step-father as I was desperately caressing my soft cock. “Make yourself useful, go get us the special bottle of wine I ordered, it is in my nightstand.”

I practically ran away, too happy to get a chance to escape this nightmare. When I got to my dad’s bedroom, I looked nervously for the bottle in the nightstand. What a weird place to put it, I thought. But there was nothing at all. Only a bunch of old newspapers and magazines.

Then I saw it: playboy magazine, march 2002. There were some others too, all seemed in a perfect state of conservation despite being so old. It was like they had never been opened and stored there with the greatest of care.

I understood my step-father’s plan immediately. Going through the pages, I started to touch myself, I had not seen a naked woman in weeks, maybe months, and I had not cummed in days. I tried to forget about what was going down in the dining room and focused on the girl’s tits. I wanted to touch them, suck them, and afterwards, I dreamed of fucking her wet pussy. Finally, my dick was waking up. In the privacy of my father’s room, I managed to get a stiff erection.

Two minutes later, I was back in the living room, a bottle of wine in my left hand (the cook handed it to me while I passed by him) and my dick in full sight, hard as a rock. I was not sure I could maintain the erection so I kept on jerking it. The guests did not seem to mind.

“Here is your bottle Owner.” I bowed my head. “My apologizes for the delay in getting an erection, I had learnt to repress all of my urges.”

Most of the guests nodded lightly at my reasonable explanation. My brother’s eyes almost jumped out of their orbits when he saw me in that state. I was sure he was getting hard too.

General Thompson stood up almost immediately and grabbed my cock. Judging by the looks of Schneider and Richard, he realized he had shown a bit too much of enthusiasm. This was not “homosexual behaviour” as I was no longer a Man, but still, he had a large erect dick in his hand.

“The girth is fairly nice too.” He spoke, just like a salesman. “I’d say a near 9 inches in length. If not more! Yes, that is definitely worth something on the market.”

I moved myself in the middle of the room to make sure they could all have a good look. I jerked off my cock from time to time so it stayed hard. I felt some precum forming on the tip. I locked eyes with my step-father. “Look what you made me do”. I thought. But he did not seem bothered, worse, he even seemed to enjoy the view.

Finally, he stood up. My father was about to end this creep show! Or so I thought.

“Bend over Attendant.” He spoke.

Without questioning, without even understanding why, I bent over. My brain could no longer function anyway.

My dad slapped my bare ass in front of his guests. Three times. It hurt:

“Next time, you will learn to execute your command on cue.” Jesus, he was actually punishing me for not having an erection soon enough.

“May I?” Said Captain Philips behind us.

“Please, be my guest.”

I was expecting another slap but Philips had taken the ladle from the soup’s pot. He hit me with it several times, I screamed, it was still hot and part of it was in metal. It would leave marks.

“Now, I think it will understand its lesson. Don’t you have any punishment tool Stephan?”

My step-father was a bit disconcerted:

“I have plans to buy some during the week, I had been very busy.”

“Of course. But that’s a shame. See, General Schneider has always his cane with him.”

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“Looks like another stormy night on the Delta tonight…” the weather guy said just before I cut my engine.

“Great, another slow night,” I muttered. I jumped out of the car and took a quick walk to the employee entrance at the Oxbow Depot, the restaurant I work at. I tossed on my apron and went out to the dining room, where Ms. Delia, the general manager, liked to hold staff meetings before each shift. As I always did, I took a look in the bar mirror. That same caramel-colored, square-jarred killer looked back at me. Looking fine with the fresh buzz cut and light stubble too. Good to go.

“Your hair looks fine, Thick Boy,” Shaunice said as she walked by. Thick Boy was nickname the staff gave me for my full arms and legs but especially my thick ass.

“Can’t never be too fresh,” I snapped back.

Most everyone else was already there, and I took my normal seat, waiting for the stragglers behind me to come in. I always sit in the back, usually so I can crack jokes to anybody nearby me.

The Oxbow Depot is the nicest restaurant in these parts. It’s an old train station that was converted into a fancy restaurant – the kind of place where you could you take mom on Mother’s Day or your friends from out of town. The train shit was still all over the walls, but they went out of their way to upgrade the lighting, tables and feel of the place. Just a bunch of junk if you ask me, but I couldn’t argue with the fact that it brought in money. Some folks walked out of here with two-hundred in cash tips at the end of a shift on a good night.

“You bartending tonight?” Hector said. I turned to face my buddy, a long-time friend who got me the interview when this place opened a few months ago.

“Shit, man, I hope so,” I said with a small laugh.

“Yeah, it’d be nice to not have any drinks sent back for a change,” Hector said.

As the gang found their seats, Ms. Delia walked up in front of the bar, sinking into one of the seats.

“Well, y’all, it’s another rainy night,” she began, explaining the weather to us like we’d never been outside. “But, we have some reservations, so I’m hoping for a good crowd.”

Ms. Delia placed her notes down and took out her turquoise reading glasses, slowly putting them on and picking her notes again.

“Uh, let’s see. Specials tonight are Clams Casino and Chicken Fried Steak. Vinny, you’ve got section one. Hector, section two. Ms. Shaunice, section three. Bartender will be Bill, and Mr. Darius, welcome back to barback.”

“Fuck,” I whispered. I’d barbacked every night since I’d been at the Oxbow. While Bill or Ted or who the fuck ever got to soak up the tips, I made drinks for tables and ran all kinds of bitch errands. At the end of the night, I’d take whatever scraps of tips were leftover with the bus boys. I’d worked at some shitty bars in my 10 years of bartending, but barbacking here was worse than the shittiest backwater dive bartender gig I’d ever been at.

“Uh, Ms. Delia, Bill’s not here,” Shaunice said. I looked around, and sure as shit, he wasn’t.

“Oh,” Ms. Delia said, “Well, I’ll be lookin’ into that, but Darius, I guess suit up for bartender duties for the timing being. Questions?”

As normal, nobody had questions because we knew how to do our jobs. Everybody silently got up, moving off to their respective corners. I, for a change, strode on up behind the bar and started rearranging things to my liking.

A few moments later, Ms. Delia cleared her throat behind me. “Mr. Darius, you got a moment?”

“For you, Ms. Delia, I got all the time in the world,” I said, turning around to face her.

“Don’t be gettin’ comfortable just yet,” she said as her old bloodshot eyes met mine. “I’ll find Bill. You might as well start prep in the meantime.”

“Well, he ain’t here,” I countered, raising my eyebrows.

“Not yet he ain’t,” she said, turning away, “Get started on them lemons in the mean time.”

I clicked my tongue. Fucking Delia, the old bitch. Just a few weeks ago, she was crowing over how great some shitty margarita I made was after the Mr. Murray, the owner, said it out loud during my interview, and now, she was convinced I couldn’t handle pouring a single drink for a customer. But to make her happy, I started cutting lemon garnishes just in case Bill managed to get his drunk ass to work.

I’d be lying if I told you I didn’t watch the clock. 4:15. 4:25. 4:30, and he wasn’t there yet. Delia was a hot mess over there in the corner fretting about whether Drunkass Bill would show. At 4:35, she waved the white flag.

“Ok, you win,” she said, her teeth glued together as she talked, “You got a drink special?”

“Well, I was thinkin’, Ms. Delia. I cut up all these lemons – I might be makin’ some Told Ya So,” I smirked at the dumb bitch. I knew Mr. Murray had my back. She couldn’t really do shit about me and my attitude.

“You’re gonna fuckin’ make Lynchburg Lemonades,” she snarled, her eyes piercing into me.

“Ok, ok, Ms. Delia. Let’s not make a mountain out of a molehill,” I replied, throwing my hands istanbul travesti up, “Lynchburg Lemonade it is.”

She stormed off, and I shot a quick smile to Hector who just shook his head, smiling. At least he heard me. I’d say Delia didn’t like us black folks to much, but she seemed to like Shaunice fine. Me? Shit, she’d fire me in a second if she had the chance.

“Fucking Lynchburg Lemonades…” I grumbled to myself. If you’ve never had one, they’re basically a summertime staple for rich, white people in these parts: whisky, triple sec, lemon juice and lemon-lime soda on the rocks with a lemon slice. It’s not bad all in all and not a pain to make, but with the shit this bar has? You could be making much better stuff and getting better tips.

Before I knew it, 5 came and went, and we were open. And just our luck – it started raining cats and mother fucking dogs right when the first reservation got there. We got some tables in that first hour, but I only made three drinks. 6 was a banner hour – ten drinks. Mostly, I washed glasses, moved stock around, served the two or three random customers at the bar and sat on my ass.

Around 7:30, in the middle of a small thunderstorm, Ms. Delia came bounding up behind the bar, wide-eyed and excited.

“So, uh, Mr. Murray’s nephew is on the way in,” she squeaked.

“Ok?” I asked, “So, what’s that mean?”

She rolled her eyes. “Nobody told you?”

“No.” I mean, that would require somebody saying something.

She sighed. “Ok, so, Mr. Murray has a few restaurants around the state and a bunch of family all over the South. Whenever somebody is passing through, he likes to show off and let them eat on his dime. They get VIP service, the works. And his nephew must be on his way to Memphis, so we’re the fucking lucky establishment tonight.”

“…And why are you tellin’ me?” I asked, “Ain’t he want a table?”

Delia flashed me a bothered look. “No, I tried to talk Mr. Murray into that, but he already told the guy about how good you are. So, he…requested that the kid be seated at the bar.”

I grinned real wide. Delia was holding a snarl back as best as her hag face could. Check fucking mate.

“Oh, well then…” I began.

“Don’t fuck this up,” she cut me off, “This is the first time we’ve had one of the relatives here. He’ll want it to go perfectly. If you do fuck this up, I’ll be happy to show you the door myself. Whatever the guy wants, do it.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I said, giving her a little salute. She rushed off into the kitchen to sulk.

I laughed to myself – this night might be fun after all.

He arrived around 8:15 – Delia’s high-pitched, over-the-top voice tipped me off.

“Oh, come this way,” she said, leading him right to the first seat at the bar and placing a menu down. “How nice of you to join us!”

She spotted me walking down the bar to greet him, “This is Darius. He’ll be taking care of you tonight, but if you need anything special, just let me know, hon!” She flashed one more toothy grin and got the hell out of Dodge.

“Thank yah kindly, Ms. Delia,” he said, a slight Texas twang coloring his smooth voice.

With Delia gone, I tossed a napkin down to place, placed a glass of water down on the napkin and finally looked to get a closer inspection at the holy on high nephew.

As my eyes turned up, they met the deep blue eyes of a full-on blonde cowboy. His oval face was book-ended by a longer undercut hair cut and a dimpled chin. A full, clean cut mustache sat in the middle. His cowboy hat set next to him on the bar, and his tight white western shirt revealed his lean but slightly built body.

“Hot. damn.” I thought.

“The famous Darius,” he said, offering his hand for a handshake. “My uncle seems to think you’re the best bartender in these here parts.”

“I…sure am,” I replied, shaking his hand. I held on probably slightly longer than I should have, because I felt him pull away first. Truth is, I’ve always liked fellas. But, when you live in the Delta, it’s hard enough being black. No reason to bring anymore attention to yourself, so I hide it well. I’d just head to Jackson or Memphis a few times a year by myself and get it out of my system with the local boys there. But I can tell you, I ain’t never seen anybody like this cowboy in those bars.

“You’re Darius or the best bartender in these here parts?” he grinned.

“Uh, Darius,” I said, recovering, “Sorry…my brain misfired there. And I like to think I’m a pretty good bartender too.” I smiled back at him like a fucking idiot.

“Nice to meet you. Name’s Alan,” he said, adjusting in his chair.

“Nice to meet you too, Alan,” I said. I placed my hands on the bar at a wide stance and leaned it to meet him at eye level. “Know what you’d like or do you want some time?”

“Well, honestly, I mostly drink whisky, but since you’re the man to see about drinks, what do you suggest?” he asked.

My mind jumped to all the lemons I had cut up earlier. “Well, the special tonight’s a Lynchburg Lemonade. istanbul travestileri Ever had one before?”

“No, sir,” he said.

“Well, it’s a whisky drink. Whisky with some lemon and orange flavor. I can fix one up real fast. You see if you like it,” I suggested, watching his face.

“Shoot, why not?” he said.

“Cool, cool,” I replied. I went over to the well and pulled one of the nicer bottles of whisky before mixing one up. As I normally do, I dipped a stir straw in and tasted it before handing it off. It’s the one way to ensure consistency and quality in drinks, and it can help soothe your soul a bit on rougher nights. I savored the sweet taste, hoping it might up right me back to myself. Then, taking a fat lemon wedge, I garnished the whole drink and brought it right back to him.

“That was fast,” he commented.

I smiled and looked around the room. “Slow night,” I said.

“Well, if you ain’t that busy, keep me company. It’s been a long ride out here,” he said.

“Sure, you want to order anything to eat, first? Kitchen closes at 9.”

Alan ate up every bite of the chicken fried steak and had another two of the Lemonades over the next hour. Every time I brought him something, we ended up talking for a few minutes. He was 32 and married, but on the road a lot for business. Wife sometimes came along, sometimes didn’t. Since it was a quick trip to Memphis, he figured he’d just go this one alone. Mr. Murray even let him stay in an apartment a little walk away he rented out sometimes for the night to save on the costs.

We kept on chatting and he kept drinking as the night went one. As we did, the restaurant slowly emptied and the serves began cashing out for the night. Around 9:55, Delia came bouncing up.

“Mr. Alan, I sure hope everything is to your liking,” she said, in her sing-song flirty Dolly Parton voice. Somebody wanted to ride a cowboy tonight.

“Oh, it is, Ms. Delia,” he countered, matching her energy. He knew how to deal with this kiss ass.

“Now, we’re gonna be closing up here real soon. Is there anything we can get you before then?”

“Well, this might be a little unorthodox, Ms. Delia, but would you kindly mind me hanging around with Darius here for a bit?” he said. His voice was silky smooth but with a vague threatening tone. He had the cards to play.

“Oh, my, I don’t know. Our liquor license is only good until 10:00,” she said. Her tone was saccharine sweet, trying politely to find a way out.

I smirked. “Well, I think that just applies to the general public,” I said, “And Mr. Alan here is family after all. Can’t be no law against serving family.”

Delia frowned quick at me before jumping back to her happy voice, “Well, I suppose it can’t hurt. Darius, hon, let me show you how the alarm works real fast. You boys can show yourself out whenever.”

Delia motioned for me to follow her to the back of the restaurant. Once we rounded a corner out of view, she pounced.

“Now, just what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” she asked, spitting venom.

I didn’t really know what I was doing in retrospect. Part of me like chatting with the guy. Part of liked looking at him. And, finally, part of me figured that staying late meant a huge fucking tip, which I sorely needed considering how dead the night was.

“What?” I said in protest.

“Staying here late with Murray’s nephew,” she said indignantly.

“What can it hurt?” I asked, “Besides, you wanted me to make sure he had a good time. He wants to stay.”

She stood staring at me with that Southern momma look no boy wants to see. You could see her mind getting itself tied in knots trying to figure out what to do.

Finally, she gave one heavy sigh. “Not one drop of liquor is unaccounted for or else,” she warned. She was outgunned, and she knew it. “The alarm code’s in the second drawer of the office desk on a laminated card. It better be there tomorrow. I’ll lock the doors before I go.” She waved me out right away when she was done talking and disappeared into the office.

I practically strutted back behind the bar. “Another?” I asked.

“Why not?” he replied, “Not like I’m driving tonight.”

I poured another and placed it down for him.

“I’ll be right back – I just gotta close out the other register,” I said.

“Oh, no problem. I gotta take a leak anyway,” he said, standing up and walking away from the bar as I walked to the register. A moment later I noticed a look of confusion overcame him, “Where’s the john?”

“Walk down the bar and into that little hallway. It’ll be on your left,” I said, pointing the way.

He turned away and started walking. I started counting down one of the register as he did, but I couldn’t help but sneak a little peek. Just as I thought – tight ass Wranglers and cowboy boots. And that little jiggle he had in his step wasn’t bad.

“All right, all right,” I laughed to myself, enjoying the view.

Just as he turned in, Delia came up and locked the front door.

“Back’s locked too,” she travesti istanbul said, before walking to the back door. I heard it slam behind her.

“And goodnight to you too, Ms. Delia,” I laughed again.

A good minute or two later, I heard Alan’s foot steps as he walked back toward the bar. He stopped behind me. “Mind if I move up to where you are?” he asked.

“Nah, come on down. Best seat in the house,” I said, my back to him, keeping my eyes on the money as I counted.

He brought himself down and sat directly behind where I stood. I did the deposit slip for the register and placed it in the bag for the next day before turning back to him.

He shook his empty glass at me with a giant grin on his face.

“Damn, son,” I laughed, “You are one thirsty motherfucker.”

He gave me a little side smile. “These are just too damn good. Have one with me.”

I stopped for a second to think on that. A good bartender usually doesn’t drink with customers – it never ends well.

“I don’t know, man. The boss wouldn’t like it.”

“C’mon,” he goaded me on, “I’ll even pay for it myself so the uncle doesn’t think I’m a fucking drunk. Our little secret, man. How’s that crusty bitch gonna know?” He gave me a dirty, tipsy smile.

I burst out laughing. I knew this was guy was on the same page as me. I glanced over to the other register. It was still open after all, and if I did it as a cash transaction, nobody would be the wiser. I shrugged, “All right, man. You win.”

I poured two more, handing him one and taking the other myself. Again, I tasted before before handing one to him. I pulled up a seat from the behind the bar and sat across from him.

“What’s the thing you do?” he asked, his voice a tiny bit slurred.

“What thing?”

He picked up the stir straw in his drink and slowly licked it before dropping it back in his glass. The tip of the screw dragged about the length of his long tongue before dropping off. I couldn’t tell if he let it linger on purpose or not.

“Oh, we taste the drinks that way. Make sure they taste like they should – not too alcohol or whatever,” I said, taking a sip.

“Never seen a bartender do that before,” he said, now leaning fully on the bar.

“Well, you usually just drink whisky, right? I’d be stealing from you if I tasted a whisky pour.”

He laughed. “I guess.”

We chatted some more as I sipped on the Lemonade. It could grow on me. Alan, though, must have loved them because he couldn’t get enough. With every sip he got a little sloppier. He’d starting taking bigger swigs, the drink lightly dripping off that fine ass mustache as he did. Sometimes, he would stop a lick those drops, his pink tongue slide over that dark blonde hair slowly, savoring the sweet flavor.

After a natural pause in the conversation, Alan asked, “So, what’s up with you? You got a lady?”

I shook my head, “Nah, man. I don’t want to mess with Delta girls.”

He spun his stir straw on his lips. “Why’s that?”

“Ain’t nothing but problems,” I lied.

“Oh yeah, what do they say about the guys then?” he chuckled. He had a big grin like he was pleased with himself for that quip. The straw remained in his mouth, tucked between his teeth.

“What do them girls say? Well, not a lot, because they like sucking the huge cocks around here,” I laughed. He gave a little snort back.

Things went quiet again for a second. We made eye contact.

“So, you want another or…” I began.

“Man, is that true?” he said, cocking his head to the right as if to question me. He squinted his eyes, watching me closely.

“What you mean?” I said, unsure of what he was asking.

“The huge dicks thing?”

“Fuck, man. I can’t speak for everybody, I got a good eight inches and ain’t nobody ever complain.” I have a big, hardy laugh. This is the kind of shit straight guys love to talk a big game about when they’ve had too much to drink.

I waited for him to laugh but he gave me a dopey smile instead. His mustache curled as he smiled.

“Eight inches?” he said.

“What, you don’t believe me? You want some kind of proof?” I said overdramatically. He’s just drunk, I told myself. He’s not going to do anything. Just some harmless straight boy talk.

He let the air go silent again.

“Well, put up or shut up, man.” His twang was thicker than before, and his voice somewhere between joking and serious.

I rolled my eyes, and made a show of looking around. “Wait, you want me to pull out my horse cock in the middle of a restaurant at 10:30 with the windows still wide open?” I jokingly retorted, throwing my hands up. I would call his bluff yet.

He leaned in, “No…” His voice was quiet, almost serious this time. “Show me in the john.”

I came to a full stop. Was he playing me or was he for real? My cock was rapidly growing at thought of him seeing it full mast, but this is the kind of fucking thing that gets you killed if you misread it.

“Just keep playing it up. It’s a fucking game of chicken. Call his bluff,” I figured, “Make a big show of going in there and wait for five seconds. He’ll be out at the bar laughing his cute white ass off.”

I regained myself, wrapping my arms around my back and removing my apron. I tossed it on the bar and turned to walk to the restroom.

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It was a beautiful summer day promising a high turn out for the Carnival of Delights. Not that it ever was lacking in guests, but the warm sun and cool breeze would surely push many to spend extra time and hours within the fair. It was to open in four short hours sparking everyone to get the final touch ups done. The rides were given a final safety test, the food stalls equipped with last minute needs and the entertainment ushered to their assigned locations.

Dillon had found no compassion with the men handling him. It was like they had no care in the world his dignity was ripped away and he was to be whored out to eager buyers. He looked around desperately trying to situate where he was. A goddamn fair in the middle of nowhere should have been easy to spot. But if it was this easy to spot that pointed to sinister forces leading the amusement. The idea of trying to go to the cops or FBI had vanished when he realized a place like this could only exist if it was willfully ignored. If he was honest with himself this seemed like the type of twisted pleasure the richest in the world would seek.

The young man was quickly ushered down a path away from the rides, far past the food and closer to the woods surrounding them. Wherever his head turned there seemed to be signs and paths leading to another disturbed destination. The men holding him only began to speak up when they were faced with a sign that read “Carnival’s mystery boxes. Who cares about a face when you have a tight hole.”

“Is this thing set up or another job we have to do?”

“Mostly, all we need to do is strap him in place then put up the barrier.”

“Alright, keep a tight hold on this one. He’ll start bucking the moment we get there.”

Dillon grunted as a hand painfully fisted his hair and a large cane whipped across his back. The men around him either held the same strength or greater, escape was not possible. While escape wasn’t insight he wasn’t quite ready to submit to his torture. With each step his feet began to drag and he could feel his body shutting down. He was now being yanked to what looked like a wooden portable. Against his better judgement he aimed a kick. It was returned by the man to his left and he felt himself buckle as the target was his balls. Now shaking and coughing he was pushed towards the wooden door.

It shamefully took less effort to get him in the building than he was expecting. Once stepping foot inside he seemed to freeze as he was graced with a twisted sight. In the back of the wooden portable was a leather bench and straps. The bench reminded him of something gymnast would use while the placement of the shackles sparked concern. Two were upon the bench while two on the ground beside. It didn’t take long to realize he would be bent over the table like a bitch waiting for her load. Near the table was large wooden slats and what looked like soft padding for a large hole or circular shape in the wood. Again, his body warned him of the danger by seemingly carrying the weight of boulders. He was simply unable to step forward as the men tried to push him to his confinement.

“Please, I can get you money. Whatever it is you want, I can get it for you. I’m begging you, just let me go!” He cried trying to buck out of the men’s grip.

“Funny how they think hollarin’ and beggin’ will get em free.” There was a sharp noise as Dillon received a spank. “Ain’t nothing we need except this sweet little hole right here. Ain’t much to do so lay your head and take it like a good boy. I’m sure by the tenth man it’ll be second nature.”

“SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME!” Dillon screamed pulling against the men.

Laughter rang throughout as Dillon was forced to the bench. With three men around it didn’t take much to bend him over. Once his wrists had been cuffed in place they took a minute to watch the young stud struggle and kick. To his shame the laughter turned into whistles as his half naked body twisted and turned trying to escape. Finally there was a painful spank to settle him down.

The cuffs were strong and once they were in place there was nothing to do to get away from them. He now closed his eyes trying to ignore the feel of the metal binds against his skin. The shirt he had did provide some form of protection to the surface he was bent over but it was quickly ripped off. Now he lay shaking in place waiting for the men to have their fun. The hand resting on his ass pulled back and the men moved to grab the large wooden slots. It was impossible to see what was happening, but he had seen enough porn to let his imagination put the pieces together. When those wooden slats were put together they would act as another wall with a hole just big enough to fit his waist. The soft rubber beside them would ensure there was no chaffing on the hard wood as his body was repeatedly thrust into. The rubber was then grabbed and the men moved around him.

He was expecting the rubber to be istanbul travesti cold to the touch but the handling seemed to have warmed it up. There was a heavy clank as the bottom slot was locked into place causing him to jump. He tried his hardest to peek over his shoulder and see what was happening but the only thing he managed to catch was a wicked smile. Now the rubber was being placed at the top half and with a second click he was locked away in his own world.

The tears flowed steadily with no fear the men would see them. In this part of the video a group would get in line waiting for their turn. And without the ability to see his pain none would hold a care. He was after all just a hole waiting for use. No one used these stands because they wanted an intimate connection. No one would attend this fair because they had the base understanding of consent. The hand that was on his ass returned and he let out a shriek as it touched the plug inside of him.

His entire walk he felt uncomfortably full, but he knew it paled in comparison of what pulling it out would feel like. The tremble in his body increased and he tried desperately to escape the bonds around him. Muffled laughter was to be heard followed by a cold comment.

“Scream as loud as you need to, it’ll help the pain.”

It felt like all the air had been knocked out of him. That fat sphere was now pulling on his rim threatening to rip all his insides out. He begged, screamed and wept trying to stop the man. His words held no affect as the man gave a particular hard pull ripping the plug away from his sore hole. He was left gasping for breath trying to sort through the pain and humiliation. He could feel his poor hole spasming trying to regain its shape. It wasn’t long until there was another strange sensation. Without the plug there would have been pain, but this had the thickness of the stem so his ass ate it with ease.

“Trust me boy you’ll want to be lubed up before they get in there.”

Dillon now realized they had a shooter inside applying a generous amount of lubricant. He could feel himself cringe in disgust as a slippery fluid was injected. When it came out a small trickle of slime escaped as well. The issue was quickly rectified with a much smaller plug. A hand gently patted his butt signalling he was prepared.

“Don’t be afraid to enjoy it. I’m sure someone will be able to rub you the right way.”

Dillon’s only reaction was a shriek of rage and rattle of the chains that held him. It seemed the men had now grown bored of him as they quickly walked away. There was a slam of the door and he was all alone. With not much to do he stared forward counting the panels of wood along the wall. He found himself stopping when he wondered how many men he would be counting.

****

There was no way to tell the time but if he would have guessed he would have said hours. His wrists and ankles were sore from the cuffs while his legs gained a cramp from the unfriendly angle. He found himself occasionally shifting to the left or right but without the ability to stretch the pain never left.

The hours of silence were broken up with heavy footsteps and a loud slam. Dillon’s entire body jumped and eyes widened as somebody took a step into the portable. The heavy feet moving behind him had him wondering if it was a group that entered while the muffled voices confirmed it. It was now had his fear turned into audible panic. He knew in his heart none had cared for his weeping but perhaps there would be one looking for redemption. Perhaps he could strike a chord in one black heart.

“Please, I’m not supposed to be here. I don’t know what happened… they took me and my friends. Please, I just want to be home… I can get you all money.”

The men watched with hungry eyes and drooling mouths at the meal waiting for them. With each fearful word spoken it seemed the ass would clench or twitch in fear. The murmurs and pleas gave hint to a beautiful song waiting for them. Whenever the slut would hear a footstep the legs would pull and the cheeks would try to create a seal keeping any intruder out. The prize waiting for them was surely beautiful. The round form hinted to an athletic pastime while the trickling of hair offered a fresh scent. It was now had a discussion began on who would go first. One had wanted cock size while the other debated the classic first come first serve, in the end it was a worker who came in that helped the dispute. Both ticket value and time of arrival had formed the line.

Dillon shook in his isolated corner wondering when it was going to happen. He thought he would prefer to be locked in solitude as a stranger took him, but the inability to see what was happening was giving an increasing fear he felt would accentuate the pain. He was right in a sense because as a hand touched his bare skin he jumped forward as much as the bonds would allow. Of course this earned a istanbul travestileri chuckle and gentle pat.

“I can’t wait to get inside, haven’t enjoyed a young ass in a long time.”

Dillon’s tears increased and he pulled fiendishly against his chains. His fighting proved useless as hand was able to grasp his waist holding him steady. A finger slowly trailed over his crack until it drummed against the plug. With a sudden jerk and gasp the plug was removed. Now he was completely open and the only barrier rudely discarded upon the floor. Once again Dillon tried to pull free and once again his bonds proved stronger than his will. When something hard and wrapped in rubber pressed up against him his voice was unleashed again.

“I’m begging you! Don’t do this! Please, my god don’t rape me!”

The cock slapped his ass and his eyes closed. No amount of begging was going to save him, nothing could be done. At this present moment he was a mere fleshlight for these men. The only relief he had was the knowledge there was protection. He swallowed a loud gulp as the fat mushroom head poked at him. With a sharp breath and a squeal it pushed inside. Applause followed suit and the party was started.

He found himself somewhat thankful of the oversized plug that was forced inside. Of course the sex was painful but it was not the level of excruciating he was expecting. With the pain dulled to a minimal he could now focus on the sheer humiliation racking throughout. A warm, hairy and sweaty body was consistently being thrust against him. He could feel each inch of cock burying itself inside and with each thrust he was further fucked into his shame. If the wall was removed he was sure he’d hear ragged grunting and groans of pleasure.

Since his body seemed to grow accustomed to the abuse his rapist decided a harsher pace was necessary. The hands on him increased their grip and with each thrust he was scared the wall would break. Pain now seemed to be on his attacker’s mind. His cries echoed around him causing him to blush red. The room seemed to pick up on his sobs because laughter was heard and a gentle pat was felt.

His fight returned with the mocking touch. These men had his body, there was no way he could deal with them playing with his mind. His screams started up again but he deepened his voice trying to sound intimidating. He began bucking hard causing the leather bench to shift with his movement. Unfortunately, the back end wasn’t meeting the same energy. Whenever he would kick his ass was pushed against his rapist. The man on him would either pinch him tightly or increase his thrusting while slapping his ass. He soon realized he had become a twisted display of a bucking bronco.

“Holy shit, I swear he’s trying to squeeze my cock off. I’m about to shoot.”

These were the type of men he had no issues poking fun at, lowly souls who sex skills and stamina were so lacking they had no choice but to pay. Now one was about to cum while raping him. Tears welled up in his eyes and he beat his fists upon the leather. That pace increased and finally there was a slam against him. To his own horror that final slam caused a tingle of excitement to move throughout. His cock twitched and he bit his lip withholding a moan. Another ten seconds and his attacker slowly pulled out. To his horror he felt liquid bubble up and drip out of his freshly used ass. Once the substance had been discarded his sloppy hole snapped shut with a wet squelch.

“Damn, bitch was so tight he ripped the condom right up. Guess we’re filling her up boys!”

There was nothing to be done but to resign. His future lay ahead and it was filled with sweaty cock. He withheld the scream as another quickly slid into place. The plug, cum and cock had warn him down so the second man was quickly mounting him and thrusting.

It was fair to say the second man could extend the fuck. He was currently trying to figure out if this was designed to be pleasurable for the man or draw out as much humiliation from himself. Unlike the quick violent thrusts he received earlier this one would slowly push in before rotating and inching out. When all but the head was out he could feel his wrinkled hole suckling on it wanting to draw it back in. Then the man would insert again and repeat.

Dillon bit his lip and began ripping at the chains again. He had never felt so disgusting in his life before, he had never felt such fear and pain but for some odd reason there was a positive response to it. Enough of the gentle dicking and he started to swell. His breathing no longer came out in screams or sobs, but instead the ragged grunts he was sure the man on him was making. It was now had his body started to memorize this man’s weapon. It was slightly longer than the last but much thicker and held a nice curve that hit the right button. In his shame Dillon had found his body wasn’t just enjoying it but beginning to move travesti istanbul with the fuck. He stopped pulling at his chains and was now arching his back trying to meet the thrusts. Another stroke against his prostate had him crying out for more.

Now that he was happily settled into the new activity the man went hard. With each thrust the wood and chains would rattle accompanied by Dillon’s moans. The man’s growls filled the cabin causing those watching to lick their lips or pine with jealousy. Now that the bitch was open and allowed to be filled a generous line had formed. If Dillon had seen it perhaps the tears and shrieks would start again, because seventeen men and counting was a challenge for even the most seasoned whore.

“That’s it baby,” the man growled. “You’re taking it so well.”

The wall had muted the words causing them to sound like low rumbling but Dillon couldn’t help but respond. His mouth fell open and he finally let himself speak to his rapists, and they were not words of disgust.

“Harder.”

The young man’s eyes rolled into his head as sweaty balls smacked him repeatedly. That curved cock was continually rubbing against him teasing him towards a new title-wave of pleasure. It was almost enough to distract him of was happening, but not completely. The hands were gripping tighter and the circular grinding had stopped. The fat mushroom head was no longer rubbing his prostate and would try to get deeper with each thrust. He knew what was coming and tried desperately to prevent it.

“Please, not inside. Please I’ve been good, just not inside.”

His pleas fell on def ears. Another few thrusts and the man was pressing as deep as he could go. This time Dillon reacted. He choked on a sob trying to buck the man off. Unlike the previous attacker he could feel the fat cock twitching inside him along with a sickening warmth. He swore a gallon had just been dumped inside. His rapist continued to thrust through the aftershock and finally pulled out when an ungodly amount had been donated to the pink doughnut. The entire group laughed at the girl like squeal as a fat gob spilled out.

“Alright, think I’ll make him shoot.”

There was no warning. The man pulled out and was quickly replaced with another. Though he was shorter than the first two he was much fatter. Dillon’s breath caught in his throat as the cruel girth tried to wiggle inside.

“Please, no more. I can’t take anymore.”

“I know he’s big. Just take deep breaths and we’ll get him in ya.”

The rattling chains and squeals were accompanied by deep grunts and shaking wood. Dillon’s rapist continuously pressed forward trying to ease in the oversized organ. The entire group watched with wide eyes as a coke can of a cock was continuously pressing into the raw slit. There was a moment of compassion as a hand snaked under Dillon’s legs to grasp his still hard member. The added pleasure seemingly did the trick. With a deep grunt Dillon’s hole swallowed the treat pressing into it. The young man’s reaction was a shrill screech and his eyes to bug out.

He was expecting the man to pull back once he had taken him in but was surprised and horrified the hand remained. Now his breathing escaped in grunts as the hand gently worked his head. The added stimulation had not dulled the pain but allowed his body to breathe with it. A sharp stab or painful stretch had also meant his prostate would be loved and cock rubbed. It had seemed he was no different than the whores he tossed aside. He was in pain, the one fucking him had no care for his dignity but his body relinquished itself to the abuse. He let his mouth fall open and allowed his pleasure to outweigh his shame. It was hard to grasp the severity of his situation when he felt so good.

Being thrown into such carnal bliss can only have one outcome. Dillon had been teased and tormented enough, his body was going to reach its peak. The man on him seemed to understand exactly what was happening and aimed to finish at the same time. He angled his dick to shoot into the young man’s guts while fiddling with the soft pink head.

“That’s it boy, cum for me.”

Dillon was nearly knocked unconscious with the pleasure racking throughout. He had never had such an intense orgasm before. He wasn’t even too sure where he was. He had finally reached the mountain he was climbing and was swimming in the high it gave. Close to fifteen seconds went by before it subsided and he was hanging limply in place. The man then pulled out and he felt the third load trickle down his thigh. His hole didn’t bother to snap to its original form, another cock was already pressing inside. Dillon then closed his eyes choosing to ignore the feel of heavy balls smacking against him. Perhaps he could eventually climb to that ecstasy again.

The line snaking through the trees and towards the portables had disheartened the man with grey hair and a dense build. Damien had arrived at the Carnival not forty minutes ago and was sad to see one of his favorite attractions with one of the longest lines. It was nothing to fuss over though, there was still so much to see. The man grabbed his partner and continued to move through the fair.

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