I was munching on the last couple of Twizzlers left in the bag when we turned off of the winding forest road we had been driving on since exiting the highway half an hour ago. As we pulled onto a long dirt driveway that meandered up a wooded hill, I couldn’t yet see his house. As we were cresting the top I saw my first glimpse of his abode. It was a decently sized two story home, with a nice big front porch complete with the obligatory porch swing. Once Fred parked the car, I looked back the way we came and I couldn’t even make out the roadway we came from. “You must really like your privacy,” I commented jokingly.

“It’s nice and peaceful in these parts. In the winter it can be a pain to get anywhere, but I work from home and can order groceries to be delivered. I find the seclusion calming, and there are no nosey neighbors to get in my business.” We both climbed out the car and briefly stretched our limbs before I started walking towards the back of his property. He had a small shed that I assumed housed his lawn care equipment off to the side. His backyard had a clearing of about half an acre of fairly flat land, with the forest resuming after that. In these parts there seemed to be nothing but a natural earth and pine scent and the calming feeling of seclusion.

Walking back towards the front of the house, Fred put his hand on my shoulder to stop me in my tracks. “Take your clothes off” he ordered me bluntly. I was caught somewhat off guard by the request, but I obliged nonetheless. Pulling my shirt over my head I could feel his stony gaze appraising me. I then undid my belt and stepped out of my jeans. I lazily folded them up and put them on the hood of the car and knelt down to start untying my shoes. Once I was in my nothing but my boxers, I looked back at Fred. “Underwear too. Pigs don’t wear clothes. Don’t worry, no one is around for miles. It’s just you and me. It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

Reluctantly I slid my underwear off my body and put it on top of the pile of clothes. While I may have been mentally against the idea of being naked in the middle outside, my groin betrayed me. Feeling the light breeze blow against the head of my circumcised penis, in conjuncture with the brisk spring air causing my balls scrunch up and recede was surprisingly erotic. Quickly my member was full of blood from arousal and standing at attention, pointing right at Fred. He sauntered over and cupped his hands around my balls, softly running his fingers over them. “You’ll get used to being naked in no time. The moving truck should be here in about half an hour, so get on inside.” He let go of my balls and went to the trunk to start unloading my luggage. I grabbed my pile of clothes and walked over to the front porch. Feeling the breeze against my bare ass was giving me goosebumps. I never knew I had an exhibitionist side to me before, but I was definitely turned on by the thought of someone else being able to see me at this vulnerable moment.

“The door should be unlocked,” Fred called from behind me. “Aren’t many people around this neck of the woods so I don’t have to worry about intruders.” He was still pulling my belongings out of the trunk and stacking them neatly next to the car so I went inside without him. Once through the front door, the first room to the left of the foyer was the living room. He had a big leather L-shaped couch and a massive 70 inch tv in the room, along with a Nintendo Switch and an impressively full bookshelf. Walking forwards past the living area I stepped into the kitchen where I saw massive amounts of food waiting for me. There were multiple jugs of differing brands of weight gain powder on the countertop, next to more flavors of Pringles than I could imagine. Opening some of the cupboards I saw more of my favorite foods, with multiple brands of cereals, creamy soups, Little Debbie branded treats, cartons of goldfish, and much, much more.

I heard the front door open and shut as Fred dropped some of my luggage inside and went back outside to fetch more. I continued perusing the food selection, opening the freezer to see mini corn dogs, tater tots, French fries, chicken fingers, frozen pizzas, and churros. Closing the freezer door I continued on my self guided tour of the house. The dining room was connected to the kitchen with a small round table with a couple of chairs and a centerpiece of a bowl of apples. I assumed those were for Fred himself. Moving on to the right of the food haven, I istanbul travesti stepped into his office. He had a large corner desk with 3 monitors, and an array of papers and folders scattered across it. In the corner of the office was a large futon with a fluffy blanket and some large plush looking pillows.

I jumped as I felt a hand firmly grab my ass and give it a firm squeeze. “How are you liking my place so far?” he whispered seductively in my ear, while his hand absentmindedly gave my ass cheek a massage.

“It’s cute! You really went the extra mile by getting me all my favorite foods.” I replied, turning to look at him. Now that I was facing him, he used both hands cup my averaged sized butt and pulled me in close to him.

“I would do anything to make you feel happy and comfortable. This transformation is just as much about you as it is me.” He started to squeeze my butt harder, and one of his fingers slipped into my crack and started circling my anus. He leaned in for a kiss and I lovingly reciprocated. While making out, his finger started to prod my asshole until it was firmly two knuckles deep inside me. I had never tried any sort of anal pleasuring before but feeling his finger plugging me up had me on an undiscovered level of stimulation. He slowly hooked his finger upwards and started pleasuring my prostate. The shockwave of bliss hit me like a truck and I felt my knees start to get weak and fall into his chest.

“I knew you’d be a sucker for ass play. You’re such a cute little sub. As much as I’d love to see where this takes us, the movers are going to arrive soon. I will have most of your stuff stored in the basement as you won’t be needing them. Go upstairs to my room and make yourself at home in bed. I’ll handle the movers and get started on cooking part one of the welcome feast. I’ll call you down once they’ve left.” He retracted his finger from my ass and brought it up to my mouth.

I curiously looked at his digit and asked defensively “You want me to put your stinky finger in my mouth?”.

“Yes. People eat ass everyday and they’re alright. Plus pigs are quite vile creatures. They live in and roll around in their own feces everyday. Cleaning my finger off for me is nothing for a soon to be swine like you. Just lick it up.”

I closed my eyes and could smell the slight stench of my shit emanating from his finger. I put my mouth around it reluctantly and started to lick his finger clean. It didn’t taste nearly as bad as I thought it would. However it was still weird licking whatever was sitting in my asshole off his finger. I resisted the urge to gag and once I was finished I opened my eyes back up to look at him. “See, it wasn’t that bad. Now get that cute ass upstairs and relax. I’ll let you know when it’s safe to come back downstairs.” I turned to walk up the stairs and he gave my ass a healthy swat. “I can’t wait until your ass is twice that size baby. You’ll look so fucking hot.”

Once I was atop the stairs I found his bedroom and went over to lay on it. Now that I was here, Fred was certainly starting to display a lot more of his perversion and dominance over me. Laying naked on his bed, I started to slowly stroke my erection. Even though I thought eating my own ass was gross, the way he went about it got my blood flowing. I swear, Fred could say or do anything to me and it would turn me on. Reaching towards his nightstand I found the remote and turned on Netflix. Unsurprisingly, we had very similar tastes in shows and I resumed where he left off in Parks and Rec.

A couple of episodes later, Fred called from downstairs to let me know that lunch was ready to be served. From upstairs I could already smell an intoxicating mixture of delicious smells emanating from the kitchen. Once at the bottom of the stairs, I turned towards the kitchen and saw a monster display of food on the kitchen table. Fred turned around from the stove and excitedly waved me over so he could show me the courses he had prepared.

“First things first” Fred said as he opened a pill bottle and handed me one. “You’re going to need this appetite supplement.”

I popped the pill in my mouth and swallowed it dry. Looking at the table, I was shocked that this was just supposed to be the lunch for today. The spread of food included fried chicken and waffles with a slathering of syrup, a Dutch apple pie a la mode, and a quart of chocolate milk. There was no way in hell I would be able to finish it all istanbul travestileri in one sitting.

Fred saw the apprehension on my face from seeing the amount of food he cooked. “Don’t worry babe, that stimulant I gave you will allow you to finish it all. It’s fast acting and works wonders.” He put his arm around my hip and kissed me on the cheek. “I can’t wait to watch you enjoy all of this. But first I know you’ve been waiting for years to see the heat that I’m packing.” And with that, he pulled his pants down so that he was just in his compression shorts and a shirt. Knowing exactly what he was insinuating, I got down on my knees and started to gaze in wonder at his flaccid package through his underwear. His member was impressive even in its dormant state, hugging his right thigh. As my hand lightly touched it through his spandex, I could feel the heat emanating from his junk. Blood started rushing to it and it started expanding beneath my grip. I moved my other hand up and began giving his hog a two handed massage. A couple seconds ago it was about the size of a hot dog, but he was quickly expanding in length and girth. Being overtaken by my horny state of mind brought on by finally getting to see my longtime friend, I grabbed his underwear by the waistline and quickly pulled it down.

I was immediately overcome by the heavenly stink of his junk, the sweat he built up from helping the movers and arranging my feast making it all the more potent. His dick now finally mere inches from my face, I reached out and grabbed it at the base with my right hand. Even in a half erect state I could barely wrap my hand around its girth. He was uncircumcised, the large bulbous head of his penis starting to poke out beneath his foreskin. I began to gently stroke him from the base while my left hand scooped his balls. I moved my face towards his crotch and closed my eyes, inhaling to get a good whiff of him. I felt myself grow harder at the strong aroma his manhood gave off. Moving my head back I looked at his now fully erect dick in my hand. My right hand only covered a third of his massive shaft, and it would take two hands to fully encompass the circumference of his girth. His head was now partially out, and his urethra looked big enough to fit a quarter in. I had to move my hand from his balls to help hold the heavy monster of my childhood friend’s cock. He was well over ten inches, probably closer to foot, as even with holding him in both hands he still had several inches to spare. Comparing it to a sausage doesn’t come close to describing the behemoth of a sexual organ he possessed. “Holy fuck Fred…” I muttered, lost in a trance while staring at the biggest fucking cock I had ever seen (not that I’d even seen that many).

“Eleven inches long and seven inches around. Not that I’ve measured it or anything” Fred mumbled while leaning back against the kitchen table. “It’s gonna take some time before you asshole is loose enough to be able to take a pounding from it. But hopefully you’ll be as eager as I am to start stretching you out in preparation.” He looked down at me lustily as I started to run my tongue in circles around his exposed head. I tasted some of his smegma and started feverishly licking the crevice behind his glans. Fred moaned loudly and moved his hand to the back of my head. He started to run his fingers through my hair before nudging me forwards. I understood the nonverbal queue and opened my mouth as wide as possible to start blowing him. I made sure to pull my gums over my teeth so as not to accidentally ruin the mood. With just his head in my mouth, I could already feel my jaws beginning to stretch uncomfortably. I used my tongue to slowly suck more of his monstrosity into my jaw. “Oh my god Mike, you really know how to work that tongue.”

I continued lapping up the underside of his foreskin and enjoying the taste of his uncleaned junk. Maybe it was because licking Fred’s finger earlier awakened something in me, but being a disgusting pig savoring my master’s smegma had me on another level of ecstasy. I now had probably four or five inches of his dick in my mouth, while still slowly stroking him with both hands. I started to bob my head back and forth, trying to fit increasingly more of his pole into my wide stretched mouth but I could feel my esophagus starting to get probed. I resorted to gripping him tighter with my hands and stroking him faster, while continuing to run my tongue in circles around travesti istanbul it. I could hear myself making mild slurping noises on his dick, and gagging once when I went too deep. “Oh fuck, Mikey, you’re a natural cocksucker” Fred exclaimed loudly, while gripping my hair tighter in his hands and continuing to try and urge me to take more into my mouth. “Open that throat for me piggy and finish my off!”

Upon his insistence I tried to inhibit my gag reflex and slowly allow his tool to enter my throat. I slowed my strokes down and removed one of my hands to allow for my mouth to continue on its long trek towards his pubic hair. Now that his monstrous penis was blocking my airway, the only breaths I could get were through my nose. I managed to fit another inch or two in down my windpipe, taking in well over half his dick now. The ecstasy from not only sucking another man’s dick for the first time, but also one of this caliber had me close to cumming. As I got closer and closer to climaxing my breathing picked up and I accidentally snorted through my nose. This must have been the final straw to bring Fred over the edge as he shouted “Ah yes my little sow, snort for daddy like the barn animal you are!” I could feel his hot member begin to pulse and his semen start to rush down his length and I pulled his dick back a couple of inches to invite his load into my mouth. Jet after jet of hot salty cum filled my mouth until his engorged cock started to soften up and his ejaculation ceased.

At the same time the excitement of it all caused me to finish as well, spurting my spunk all over his hard wood floors. I swished his nut around in my mouth, enjoying the briny pungent taste of my new master. He had produced such a large amount that I could feel some of it starting to drip out of the corner of my mouth. After several swallows I managed to get it all down. Coming down from my erotic high I looked in front of me to see the deflating beauty of a prick in front of me. I grabbed it with one hand and started to lick the remaining bits of spunk from the head of his dick, now partially covered by his foreskin again. “That was amazing” Fred moaned, my insistence of cleaning his still sensitive dick clearly causing an overflow of euphoria. “You managed to get over half my cock down your throat. Are you sure you haven’t done this before, you little slut. You’d get the best hooker this side of the Mississippi a run for her money.” He chuckled before looking down at me. He had an approving smirk on his face, but his eyes looked hungry for more.

Having finished tidying his phallus with my tongue, I returned his gaze from my knees and winked while flashing him a cheeky smile. “That was honest to god my first time sucking another man off. I had dreamed about giving you a blowjob for so long after you gave me one all those years ago. I’ve probably blown you in my dreams hundreds of times. But even my vivid imagination couldn’t have prepared me for your gigantic dick!” I laughed and then looked at the floor and remembered I had managed to orgasm without even touching myself. “I’m sorry about the mess I made though, I’ll clean it up.”

As I went to stand up and get some paper towels, Fred’s firm hand grabbed my shoulder and stopped me. “Clean it with your mouth, porky.” Falling back to my knees, I didn’t need to look up. I could feel his domineering gaze upon me and sense the wicked smirk on his face. After licking my own ass off of his finger early and blowing him, I had already felt fairly dirty. The lengths he was going to make me embrace a more animalistic side of myself, despite how gross it seemed on the surface, was deep down intoxicating. And the manner with which he commanded me to do these foul acts was the cherry on top. I could feel the blood starting to return to my nether region as I bent down and licked my sperm off the floor. Despite how disgusting the act should seem, I felt liberated doing it. I was nothing but a piglet cleaning up the mess I had made.

Having accomplished my demeaning task, I sat back to gander up at Fred. He studied me with cold eyes before remarking “This is just the beginning. I have so much in store for you, my little piggy. In a couple months time no one from your previous life will even be able to recognize you. I will shape and mold you into something the world has never seen before. You will be the first human turned into a swine. And you will be all mine. I own you now. I’ll fuck and feed you every day, while you swell up in size. You thought you were fat before, but you were nowhere near the weight I’ll push you to. Surgeons will slowly modify your body until you are no longer recognizable as a human being. Before you know it, you’ll just be my prized hog.”

Albie was having a mid-life crisis. At least that’s what it felt like, although he wasn’t sure such things were applicable to people like him. He thought of himself as an ordinary man. Almost 60 years old, divorced, two grownup kids, steady job going nowhere in the office of a big local factory. There were people like him all over the world.

He didn’t consider himself good looking. To be brutally honest with himself, he was fat and balding, but increasingly hairy all over his body. People professed to be turned off by a hair back: well Albie had one of those. Hairy chest, hairy back, hairy thighs, balls like a wooly mammoth, hair in his crack, on his arms, his knuckles. No woman in this modern age would be attracted to him, he was certain of that. He had even tried dating websites, but the few bites he had had petered out after a couple of messages.

He had to find someone; he was lonely and life was passing him by. He spent more and more time surfing the net, and his online travels took him to places he didn’t want to go. He discovered that fat hairy men were called bears in the gay world. And they were popular, at least with a certain section of the browsing population. At first glance it was all smooth skin and muscles and slim young specimens, but then he found that many of those had a thing about bears.

And that was him: Albie was a bear. He found himself visiting bear dating sites, which were wall-to-wall pictures of men like himself. He found himself looking at these bodies and comparing them with himself. It began to occur to him that he had been offering himself to the wrong market. Here he had found people who might want him.

The trouble was, these people were gay and he wasn’t.

Or wasn’t he? He had to admit that ever since his teens he had had little fantasies involving men. There had never been a particular real man he had fancied, but he could be transported to fictional world in which he had sex with men. He thought about being sucked off by one. He even thought about being the one doing the sucking. What would that be like? Receiving it, great, he had enjoyed a bit of that in his time, although his wife had stopped it as soon as the sound of the wedding bells had faded. But oral sex was all the rage now, apparently.

One evening Albie sat at his computer and typed “naked hairy men”, and found still pictures of hairy studs. That wasn’t interesting to him at all.

Then he tried naked hairy men fucking, but a deluge of hits showed him that he needed to add the word “gay”. That brought a ton of interesting sites. He had to admit, he was swimming in a different pool now. He went to bed and masturbated at the thought of naked hairy men with other naked men. Up to that point he had actually doubted that anal sex really happened. It was all in the imagination. But now he saw actual close-up films of erect penises entering anuses. Male anuses. Men being fucked. He fantasised about that, about fucking a man. He had had a few women, although never anally, but penetration was good.

It took a few nights before he realised that he was also interested in being on the receiving end. If all these men enjoyed being fucked and didn’t seem traumatized by it, maybe he would like it too. Maybe he had had enough of being the instigator. maybe he should try receiving. Oh my god, Albie thought. People will be able to read my thoughts. I won’t be able to look anyone in the eye without them knowing I want to get a cock up my arse.

This fear lasted a few days, but the desire didn’t go away. Every night he couldn’t wait to get on his laptop and look at men having anal sex with each other. And there were fat, hairy nobodies like him, with slim young men clamouring to have sex with them. And the fat hairy men were also receiving: they were receiving anal sex. He was so excited he could hardly sleep for fear of missing something. there were daddies being fucked by grandpas, grandpas istanbul travesti being buggered by young men, ordinary middle-aged men like him waiting with their mouths open while some virile type wanked onto their face and into their mouth. There were normal, unexceptional men submitting to the depraved desires of other normal, unexceptional men.

It was, in short, coming to seem like a perfectly normal thing to do. Maybe he should do what he was hearing all around the place: become who he truly was and stop being this resolutely heterosexual stereotype.

Albie took his clothes off and took some pictures on his phone. He couldn’t get a hardon for the camera, but his cock looked perfectly okay hanging there. And his belly looked okay because he had now seen so many other men exposing themselves like this.

Nervously, he signed up to a bear hookup site (hookup being the less romantic, more honest term for this kind of dating). He read a few profiles to see what people put, and he liked the more subtle ones, so he got writing. “Ordinary middle-aged man new to this, wants to have sex with another man. Age and looks irrelevant. I may be versatile but I won’t know until we try.” Really he wanted to make sure he got fucked, but he didn’t want to be so brazen. That looked bad in print.

He posted his profile and had a look at who was around in his area.

To his surprise, it wasn’t just other hairy men who responded; there were young men, slim and pristine-looking, with thin cocks like pale frankfurters and narrow hips like girls. And these young adonises didn’t want to deflower female virgins: they wanted to be invaded by big hairy men like him.

Albie decided to think about it a bit more, because it was so far away from what he had imagined and planned. But one of these lads pursued him. Oliver was his name and he left Albie in no doubt as to what he wanted. Oliver sent him pictures of himself on his back with his legs raised and the smooth split peach of his arse presented. He sent pictures of himself in women’s clothing, looking utterly unconvincing but sweet and sad in a red dress that finished in mid thigh. His lonely melancholy tugged at Albie’s heartstrings. He seemed like an intelligent person and a decent character; he just had this terrible need that had to be fulfilled.

Albie invited Oliver to visit him for a drink and the lad arrived in normal clothes, jeans and t-shirt, but clutching a plastic shopping bag. He immediately excused himself and went to the bathroom, emerging ten minutes later apparently naked beneath a dress, with lipstick neatly applied and less successful smudges of darkness around his eyes.

Oliver draped himself around Albie and his hands roamed the bigger man’s skin under his shirt as he drooled at the hair and the fat.

“What do you want?” Albie asked, because he genuinely wanted to know.

“I want your big hairy body all over me,” Oliver replied. “I want you to dominate me.” This much Albie understood. He pulled the lad’s dress off and placed him on his back. He lay between Oliver’s legs and tried to think as if he were going to fuck a woman. Oliver raised his legs to expose his anus. Albie smeared lube into the crack and on the end of his cock. He placed his knob at the entrance to Oliver’s house of sin and pressed against it. The lad’s eyes widened with expectation and perhaps some trepidation. Then with a movement like a blockage suddenly clearing, Albie was inside him, his penis buried in the lad’s shit chute.

Oliver moaned softly and it was the sound of gratefulness. He had received what he wanted, at least the first instalment. He had this big, blubbery, hairy man on top of him and a hard cock in his arse. Albie pushed in and out, but he wasn’t feeling the desperate urge to cum which he thought he should be feeling. He watched Oliver’s face and saw the feelings he wanted to have. He saw the ecstasy of being fucked.

Albie istanbul travestileri fucked Oliver briskly and roughly, but he wasn’t going to cum in there. Eventually he pulled out and wanked onto Oliver’s chest, drawing on all his years of masturbating to bring himself off and squirt what the lad wanted onto his chest. Albie watched the wonder in Oliver’s eyes as the jackpot was delivered.

The evening came to a premature and disappointing end, Albie having found out something about himself and Oliver was thinking he had failed in some way. But the truth was that Albie was miscast – he was playing the wrong role. He could see by Oliver’s reactions that he, Albie, should have been on the receiving end. There was no subtle way of putting it: he wanted to be fucked. Now he would have to rework his profile on the hookup site so he wouldn’t attract the sort of men who were like him; he had a queue of masculine, fat, hairy types with one thing on their mind.

He rephrased it: “No longer confused, no longer nervous – now I know what I want. I want a bulky, virile man with one thing on his mind: penetration.”

One thing he was learning at this late stage in his development was that there was, as they say, someone out there for everyone. That was usually used in the context of romantic relationships, but he was seeing that it could be applied to sex too. You might think that you were the only person in the world who wanted a certain thing, and as much as you wanted it, you wouldn’t find someone who wanted to be the other half of the arrangement. But he now realised that was not true. Oliver had this thing about being treated like a woman and Albie had played the man for him. So if he played the woman’s role, there was going to be some masculine guy out there who wanted to take advantage of the situation. He couldn’t see himself dressing up, because the more he looked at the CDs getting fucked, the more he knew he would be almost hilariously unconvincing. But he also saw big, hairy, masculine-looking men like himself getting shagged. You just had to advertise, and perhaps be a bit flexible in your expectations.

Albie had a thing but big, mature, hairy men, bigger than himself, but there was nothing wrong with younger, nothing wrong with smooth skin, nothing wrong with younger. Maybe some slim, pale, smooth Chinese guy would like to fuck him. Should he specify that? He decided to keep it non-specific and see what happened. And what happened was that a tall, skinny Pakistani with pale skin and no hair but a raging, hooked hardon approached him. This guy was desperate to fuck a white man, had been fantasising about it for years and actually felt a bit guilty about expressing his urge. Albie found himself trembling with excitement when he thought about it. Anwar was his name and he seemed decent enough, because that came into the equation for Albie; he didn’t want to be abused, just used. He didn’t want a romantic relationship, he wanted to be fucked and satisfied while retaining his self-respect.

Anwar invited Albie to his flat in west London. It was a former council flat in a large block where all the residents seemed to be Asian.

Albie felt strange as he climbed the outside stairs and walked along past windows behind which sat people who probably wondered what he was doing there. He felt as though he had a sign on his back: “Here to get fucked by an Asian man”. And the funny thing was, it made him uncomfortable but also gave him a thrill, because it was true and he really wanted it.

Anwar’s flat was warm and pleasant on this summer’s evening. They had a glass of apple juice and the young man calmly stood up and took off his t shirt and shorts, so he was left with just his underpants. Albie did the same. He thought he was going to die with erotic longing, the surge of submissive lust that engulfed him. Anwar was relaxed and confident, happy in the knowledge that his body travesti istanbul was sleek but masculine, and that here was a white man who specifically wanted to be fucked by an Indian. He didn’t know why some of them wanted that, but he had met several, and they knew exactly what they wanted and weren’t afraid to ask. Anwar decided to tease Albie.

“You’re a big masculine guy,” he said, stroking his own stomach. “But you want to get fucked by another man. And an Asian. You ever done this before?”

“No,” Albie replied nervously, and couldn’t summon any more words.

“Tell me what you want,” Anwar insisted. “What do you want to do first?”

“I want to suck you,” Albie stammered. Anwar gestured for more. He poked out his tongue, made licking movements and ran his hand around to his crack.

“Yes, I will lick your arse if you want me to,” Albie said.

“But do you want to?” Anwar asked. “Do you want to lick my arse because I’m Asian?”

“I want to lick your arse because you’re a dominant man,” Albie said.

“Have you licked many men’s arses?”

“No. Never.”

“Do you see it as a sort of submissive act?”

“Yes.”

“And that’s why you want to do it?”

“Yes.”

“It will be the ultimate sign of submission to me. And then I will know I can fuck you any way I want. And you will be completely open to me.”

“God,” Albie said breathlessly, his heart beating 13 to the dozen. “I want you to fuck me any way you want, as hard as you like for as long as you like.” It was a relief to him, talking like this. It felt as if everything that had been pent up inside him all his life, whether he had realised it or not, was now released.

“Let me lick your arse,” he begged. “and then fuck me.”

“Suck my Indian cock first,” Anwar said blithely. Albie was on his knees in a flash, pulling Anwar’s underpants down and taking that long, electric, wicked erection in his mouth. It felt strange and tasted different from how he had imagined, more savoury and salty. He sucked it in what he knew was an awkward, amateur way, but Anwar put a hand on his head and made soft moaning noises, eyes closed and legs tensed to push his rod into Albie’s mouth. Then he pulled out abruptly and said,

“Okay, now you’re going to lick my arsehole. You’re my slave, aren’t you?”

“If you like,” Albie whispered as he got behind Anwar’s kneeling body and pulled himself into the abyss. He was insanely excited as he licked this man’s anus. He knew it was wrong in some ways, but he loved doing it. Again, Anwar groaned with ecstasy. The Indian allowed the arse worship to continue for a minute before tearing himself out of the fat white man’s clutches.

“On your back,” he ordered. “Legs in the air.” Albie complied without hesitation. He didn’t know what he was doing, but he would do anything this man said.

Anwar put lube in Albie’s crack and on his cock head.

“You’re going to relax.” the Indian said. “You’re going to get fucked. It’s what you want. And it’s what I want.” With that he pulled Albie towards in and planted his cock in the dent between the English guy’s buttocks. Albie silently told himself to relax. Millions of men had received anal sex throughout history and even as he and his new master did this, millions more were doing the same thing. Just as he was thinking his, there was an alarming sensation as Anwar’s knob slipped through his ring and entered his anus. It was an unbelievable sensation, and unimaginably exciting, thrilling, shocking, fulfilling feeling and his brain was flooded with feelgood chemicals. Anwar pounded him and it didn’t hurt as he had feared it would. It filled him, it touched places no person had ever touched him. He was being invaded, conquered, imprisoned in another man’s regime. He loved it.

“I’m going to cum inside you,” Anwar said. “Then you’ll be mine and I can fuck you any time I like.”

Albie considered this statement and wasn’t sure it really made sense until he felt the man spasming, lurching inside him and then he felt what he assumed was semen spurting up his cave. Albie was overcome with emotion. He almost blacked out, his body splayed, helpless, as Anwar’s masculinity poured into him.

Previously I had written of my wife telling me to hire someone to do some work around the house……….this is another tale of what happened……………..

I had another handyman coming over to give me a bid for some work my wife wanted done. She never wanted to be there when I had guys stop by to see what we wanted done. That was okay with me.

So today I had a guy coming by to bid to hang some doors. I just hoped he was hung also.

Since my wife was gone I was free to dress how ever I wanted. I had tried dressing several ways but only found one guy interested in what I was offering, if you know what I mean.

Today I wore some short bright green runner shorts. I had removed the ‘panty’ lining so I was hanging free. I slipped on a light cream colored sleeveless blouse that showed off my nipples when I wore it.

About the time I knew the handyman was coming by I started reading some Literotica. I was growing thick when the doorbell rang. So with my cock protruding slightly I opened the door.

Standing at the door was a 50 plus year old man. He was in jeans and a t shirt. He wasn’t a big stud but I hoped to see a lot more of him. I opened the door and asked him to come in. I watched his eyes run up and down my body, then smiling he walked in.

I stood close to the door just to see what he would do. When his hips brushed against my shorts I started to see and feel some potential.

We istanbul travesti stood in the entryway and talked a moment about the doors I wanted hung. I watched his eyes roaming over my body. My nipples were hard under my satin blouse and my cock stayed good and firm as we talked.

He asked to see the doors so we went into the garage. I had to move some things out of the way (on purpose I may add) which required me to squat and bend over and show lots of leg and maybe some balls hanging out. Out of the corner of my eye I watched him rearrange his package several times. Intriguing for sure.

Stepping aside I let him move up to see the doors. His hips again brushed against my crotch further hardening my cock.

I stepped aside and raising one foot to rest on an old wheel barrow, I let my shorts gap open. I knew full well my balls were swinging freely and clearly visible.

As he knelt to check a door he glanced my way. Smiling I asked what he thought.

With his own smile he said that everything looked good and maybe we should go inside and look where I wanted the doors hung.

We walked inside with him quite close behind me. I told him we needed to go upstairs and he said lead the way, so I did.

I could feel his eyes on my ass and legs going up the stairs. I couldn’t really let it all hang out being in front but I tried.

At the first bedroom I istanbul travestileri showed him the door. He checked the hinges and said no problem. So we looked at the other doors ending with the master bedroom.

Since my wife was not home I had left lingerie all over the bed. Asking him to excuse the mess he laughed and asked if it was mine or my wife’s.

I laughed and said both as we wore the same size, though a few were for me only.

Picking up a lacy bra and matching panties he asked me to model them.

I shed my clothes as quick as I could.

As I hooked the bra and then pulled on the panties he slowly unzipped his jeans and pulled them down.

Underneath he too wore some black lace panties, hi cut on the legs.

Without a word I sank to my knees and began to kiss and fondle his cock and balls. His ass cheeks were hanging half out of the panties as my hands wrapped his ass tight. Slowly I peeled the tight panties down his crotch, then let them slip to the floor.

Underneath was a totally shaved pair of balls and a 7 inch shaved dick. A thick mushroom head topped off the shaft of loveliness.

I took his hardening cock into my mouth and slid it in deep. I took my time slowly sliding up and down the long shaft of meat. He grew harder still as I sucked him deep.

With a sigh I took his full length into my mouth and throat. It had been a while since travesti istanbul I had had a fully hard cock in my mouth. I could taste his precum as I pulled back licking the precum off the head of his dick.

He pulled me to my feet and pushed me to the bed amidst the bra and panties.

Pulling my panties off he began to suck my dick. I grew hard quickly as he slid up and down my cock. His saliva was slick as it ran down over my balls and into my crack. I pressed my growing erection deep into his mouth.

After a few minutes he turned around and placed his cock in my mouth. We both were slurping and sucking cocks when he suddenly pulled out of my mouth. Chastened I looked at him. Smiling he went back to sucking my dick.

I told him I would cum soon and he asked if I would cum on his asshole. Smiling I said sure.

He laid on the bed and raised his legs exposing his shaved puckered hole. Kneeling close to him I began to stroke my cock. Soon I was shooting my cum all over his hole, pressing it into his hole with my dick as I spasmed the last of my cum from my cock.

I pressed one finger into his ass and began to fuck it. He began to jerk his cock as I pressed against his prostate. Soon his cum came boiling out of his dick exploding over his belly.

Reaching up I scooped some of his cum with my finger and shoved it back into his ass. We both were loving the experience, as the last of his cum dribbled from his dick.

I cleaned up his ass and dick with a clean pair of purple panties, then using a yellow satin pair I wiped my own cum clean. I tossed them into the corner, knowing my wife would find them and wonder. Maybe I would tell her or not.

Hello! Well, first thing that needs to be said. To any of my regular followers who may have clicked on this to read, look at the category before reading any further. I think there’s a good chance the content regarding this story might not appeal, as this certainly isn’t the regular category (or categories) I post stories into. I might be wrong, but I thought I’d just be polite. But, as I’ve said, I like to experiment but I’m sure this will be a surprising move to many.

The influence behind this story is films produced by ‘Fraternity X’ and ‘Sketchy Sex’, films that involve a bunch of young men enjoying the company of each other. Many of them involve one or two young men being fucked by many others. The story won’t start off like that but I give away in this very first chapter what might happen during later chapters.

This story builds slowly through the first couple of chapters, but as this does end up being a multi-chapter story, there’ll still be plenty of sex in the future. But I just don’t like writing simple stroke stories. Well, to start off with anyway.

As with all my stories, there’ll be an element of romance, some drama, hopefully a surprise or two along the way. All editing is done by the author so the grammar isn’t always perfect, though Microsoft Word generally does catch any glaring spelling errors. I’m a quick typist so sometimes my brain isn’t as fast as my fingers!

Hope you enjoy. Comments and feedback appreciated as always.

*****

The eight young men were gathered in the living room, spread around the three large couches, forming three sides of a square, the large LED TV on the wall making up the fourth side. The eight men were between the ages of nineteen and twenty-four. In the middle of them was a coffee table. Resting on said table were a few drinks, mostly cups of coffee, and six sheets of paper.

Written on each piece of paper was information regarding the young man applying to become their ninth and last housemate. The eight men were looking for a particular sort of young man to join their household. This was not a fraternity. Such things were not common in Australia, simply because most universities were within the large cities of each state and most students did not need to leave home unless they were after specialist subjects. But some still chose to leave home to take part in the whole university experience.

Of the eight young men, Tom was the oldest at twenty-four and the ‘father’ of the house. He’d lived in it since he was eighteen, his first year at university, and was still studying to this day. Many young men had come and gone, but three others had been there only a year or two less than himself. The six applicants to join their household would be the only first-year student if selected to join them.

His eyes were still taken by one particular applicant. Each piece of paper had a photo attached. It wasn’t a selfie, it was more akin to a passport photo. To call the applicant cute would be an understatement. He noticed one or two others look at the same photo, review the application, and meet his eyes, an almost imperceptible nod of the head that they could read his thoughts and agree.

After much discussion, Tom cleared his throat and held up the application form he approved. “I think we should call him, bring him in for an interview, and see if he’s what we’d all want and need.”

Tom smiled to himself as his seven housemates agreed immediately.

*****

Steven pulled his car up to the kerb, switching off the engine and looked at the house. There was a gate and long driveway before it led to an enormous house. At least two stories high, a modern design with plenty of windows, he assumed to allow plenty of natural light. Large lawns that appeared mowed. Trees that would provide shade in the summer heat. It looked like the sort of property that would cost a cool million and more, considering its location in the city.

Stepping out of the car, he walked to the gate and found the intercom. Pressing the ‘call’ button, he explained who he was and was allowed in, the gate opening electronically, swinging wide as he walked up the driveway then the path towards the front door. He knocked and waited barely a few seconds before the door opened.

From his height of barely five-six, he had to look up into the eyes of the tall, broad man who stood in front of him, an easy grin forming as he offered his hand. “Hello. You’re Steven?”

“Um, yeah,” he replied quietly, already feeling a little intimidated. Too many memories already of days at high school, surrounded by fellow students, all who seemed to tower over him, even some two to three years his junior. Still, he was polite enough to take the offered hand. “Yes, I’m Steven. Are you Tom?”

“That’s me. Come on in. Good to meet you.”

Following Tom inside, he followed him down a sort of entranceway, turning into what looked like the main living room. Sunlight filtered in through the windows, the couches istanbul travesti were cleaner and looked far nicer than he’d expect in student housing. Bookshelves were full of either books or mementoes. There was an enormous TV on the wall.

“Take a seat,” Tom asked, “I’ll get the others. We’ll have a chat about your application and let you know what we think. Don’t worry, we won’t bite.”

He blushed at the insinuation as Tom disappeared, hearing him shout upstairs that he’d arrived. Within a couple of minutes, he found himself surrounded by eight young men, introduced to each of them, having his hand shaken by each before they sat down. He would have used the words ‘strapping young men’. All of them appeared far taller than himself, much broader, all of them handsome or just very attractive. They smiled as his eyes met his but nothing more than that.

“So, Steven, why did you send in your application?” Tom wondered, sitting next to him, with another broad man to his other side, “It says you live in the western suburbs. You could easily live at home and commute to campus.” He cleared his throat, feeling a little nervous. Tom chuckled for a moment. “Mike, get our young friend here a drink. I think he’s nervous.”

“Sorry, it’s just… Home life is… You know, and…”

“It’s okay,” Tom assured him, patting his thigh for a moment, “You’re not the first applicant in recent years that’s arrived with butterflies in their stomach and a whole bundle of nerves otherwise.”

Mike returned with a glass of water. His hand was still shaking slightly as he took a gulp before placing it down on a coaster. “I found your advert on the university website,” he explained, “And although universities here are completely different to the States, the fact I want to get out of home makes the possibility of living here a godsend.”

“How bad is your home life?” Chris asked.

“It’s not that it’s awful, but my father is ex-military and rather domineering, I have twin brothers only fourteen months younger, who don’t make my life any easier than my father, then a younger sister, who I do adore. Mum stayed at home until we were at school, now she’s working too. But part of me just needs to escape.”

“Would living with eight men bother you?” Justin wondered.

“No, why would it? I mean, I would have assumed if there were dormitories, they’d be single sex, and I know ‘fraternities’ are for men, ‘sororities’ would be for women.”

He went over his application with all of them. He turned eighteen recently. He was five-six, dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, not particularly tanned, fit and healthy enough though rather slim. Didn’t weigh that much as he focused on endurance rather than strength. He liked to think of himself intelligent considering he’d aced all his exams and finished top of all his classes and subsequently his entire year group in high school.

They asked him more questions, mostly about his past, his personal interest, his life at school, which he admitted was difficult at times, and also more questions about life at home. When he earned a couple of chuckles at one or two stories, it helped him relax and the nerves to slowly vanish. Even if he didn’t end up living in the household, he hoped that maybe he’d make one or two friends. He didn’t have many male friends. Too many of his fellow students at high school had been… Well, they’d been mean. Add to that his father, brothers and… Well, he was left believing that he’d earned a little sympathy, at least.

“Okay, guys,” Tom announced, “I’m going to talk to Steven about a couple of personal issues. But what do you guys think?”

The other seven all shared glances and eventually grinned in his direction. “We like him,” Jim announced, “He’s got our vote. But I guess it will depend on the other questions you’ll ask.”

Once they were alone, Steven took another sip of water before he sat back. Tom turned slightly so he was facing him. He felt rather small compared to Tom. The slightly older man was at least six inches taller, and a few inches wider at the shoulders. When his hand rested on his thigh again, he shuddered. It was a light touch but something unexpected.

“Stevie… Do you mind if I call you that?”

“No, it’s fine,” he replied, feeling a slight blush form.

“Stevie, I need to ask one or two rather personal questions as, to be honest, this could impact on our decision. Understand what I mean by personal?” Nodding, Tom continued. “Okay, are you a virgin?”

“Um… No, I’m not. Managed to convince a girl to sleep with me somehow.” He paused and actually laughed. “That sounds awful. No, she was actually a really good friend. We were both single, lonely, rather ignored, to be honest, when we hit eighteen. Neither of us had interest from anyone else, so we attended our end of school formal together, and then agreed to lose our virginity. It was awkward but also nice because at least it was with someone I genuinely cared about… Though istanbul travestileri I wasn’t in love with her, nor she with me. We were best friends.”

“She was your best friend?”

“She still is, but she’s chosen to study in Melbourne. We’ll keep in contact, but although I did enjoy sex, there was something missing.”

“Okay, so on your application, under sexual orientation, you said you were bi-curious. You’ve had sex with a woman. Have you ever been with a man, or are you simply curious?”

He felt himself blushing again, about to admit a secret no-one else knew except one person. “I haven’t had sex with a man.”

“But?” Tom asked softly.

“My other best friend… We experimented together. I did feel an attraction to him. I’m still not sure if he felt anything for me in return, or if he was humouring me. It started out with masturbating together while watching porn, but to be honest, I spent more time watching him than what we were watching. I enjoyed watching him stroke his cock and loved watching him cum.”

“Ever do anything more?”

“Um… It did turn to masturbating watching transgender porn. I suggested it as… Well, I found women with penises titillating. My friend seemed to enjoy it too. And while watching that, we started to… um… masturbate each other. Doing that resulted in us switching to gay porn. That’s when I realised I had desires. I’m still not sure he ever felt the same way I did. I think I was just a release for him, he got his best friend to stroke his cock, perhaps experiment. It was always on his terms. When he had a girlfriend, it all stopped. Soon as he was single, we’d do it again.”

“Do you think he used you?”

He gave that some thought before he sighed. “In a way, I do. But he’s still my best friend. And I wouldn’t trade what we shared for anything. But I’m not sure our friendship will last. I know he’s felt more uncomfortable about it as time passes by.”

“You ever kiss him?”

That question made him laugh. “God no. It was nothing like that. He would have freaked out. Stroking his cock was fine. Kissing was intimate. He wasn’t interested in that.”

“Have you ever kissed a man?” Steven met his eyes and blushed, shaking his head. “Would you like to try?”

“You want to kiss me?”

“Do you have any idea how cute you are, Stevie?” He felt himself blush even more. Sure, he’d been called cute more than once, but whenever a girl called him that, it was a little deflating. He would have preferred ‘hot’ or ‘handsome’. Would have left him feeling more like a man. But hearing a fellow man call him ‘cute’ left him feeling funny again.

“Um…”

“Would you prefer adorable? Your cheeks are very red right now.”

“Um… I’m not really used to… You know, compliments.”

“How’s this for a compliment, Stevie… We had twenty-five applications to take the last room. We whittled it down to six very quickly. You’re the only one we asked to come visit.”

Steven met his eyes in surprise, wondering why his application had caught their attention. “Why?” he had to ask.

“We agreed that you’d be perfect, and we loved your picture. We all agreed that you’re very cute and wanted to meet you.”

Tom wasted no more time, leaning forward, a soft kiss on his lips. Steven found himself leaning forward to kiss him back, his heart thundering in his chest. When he felt Tom’s tongue requesting entrance, he opened his mouth to accept it, feeling a large and strong hand pulling him closer, another hand on his cheek. As Tom explored his mouth, he couldn’t help the whimper that escaped him.

When Tom pulled back, he almost whined that he stopped the kiss. Opening his eyes, he was pleased to see the smile that was waiting to greet him. “Well, I think that answers more than one question.” His eyes then moved down, the grin slowly starting to broaden. “And I think you enjoyed it too, Stevie.”

He looked down to see the tent in his trousers, feeling himself blushing again. “I did,” he said softly.

“Stevie, I’d love for you to move in, and so would the guys upstairs. But so there are no surprises, I will have to explain what one of your roles in the household will be. We’ve chosen you specifically because you are young, you’re absolutely fucking adorable, and you’re the type of young man we all love to enjoy. To put it very simply, you would be our house boy.”

“House boy? What’s that?”

“You would provide sexual relief for us, Stevie. But it won’t be a one-way transaction. We will care for your needs in return.”

Feeling his eyes widen in surprise, he felt Tom’s hand on his back to prevent him moving back. “Don’t make your decision now, and please don’t freak out.” He took a couple of seconds to recover his composure. “Now, rest assured, it would never interfere with your studies. But we have had similar young men provide services before. The last young man who was here eventually moved out at the end of last year with another housemate travesti istanbul as they started a monogamous relationship. As you’re free and single, we would like to think you’d enjoy sexual relations with the eight of us, and who knows, maybe even more men. The whole point of university is to broaden your horizons and enjoy different aspects of life. Adding to that you consider yourself bi-curious, well, what better way to satisfy your curiosity?”

He had to catch his breath and calm his heart rate before he asked, “Are you serious?”

Tom smiled, gently taking his left wrist and placing it in his lap. Steven could feel his hard cock underneath the fabric of his shorts. “Stevie, I’ve been hard since I opened the door and saw you. I’m not the only one who would love you to move in. Rest assured, we won’t just leap on you and gangbang you the day you move on. We’ll give you time to settle in, but you will also sign a contract when you do, stating what you will be here to provide.” Tom lifted a hand to stroke his cheek again. “But you will be cared for in return. I promise you that.”

Taking a deep breath, he asked, “Can I think about it?”

“Of course you can. We’d love an answer right now but I certainly understand it’s a big decision to make.” He paused before asking, “How does the idea of a man making love to you make you feel?”

“Butterflies,” he whispered, “And something I’d love to try,” he admitted.

“Think about that with your best friend?” He lowered his head as he had fallen in love with his best friend during all their time together. Tom seemed to notice. Next thing he knew, two strong arms had pulled him into a hard chest. “Trust me, Stevie, we all know how you feel about that sort of thing. Fall in love with someone close who you know will never return those feelings.”

Steven left the house a few minutes later, promising to let Tom know his decision as soon as he could. Returning home, he avoided speaking to his father about it. Waiting until the house was empty except for his mother, he sat down with her after breakfast and explained the household, even showing her the contract he’d be signing. She read it over, and he knew when she got to certain parts regarding the expectations regarding any sort of sexual exploits.

When his mother turned to look at him, she smiled, taking his hand and squeezing it. “You’ll always be my baby,” she said softly, “And I know this is who you are at heart, sweetie. I’ve known probably longer than you have. But your father… And your twin brothers…” She trailed off and sighed. “If this is what you want to do, sweetie, you have my support.” The smirk almost made him laugh. “A house full of young men?”

“Eight of them.”

“The only thing I can ask is that you’re safe when it comes to sex, sweetie.”

“We’ll all be tested when I move in. Once we’ve got our results back, Tom explained that… Well, they’ll only be having sex with me most of the time.”

He felt himself blushing so brightly, his mother actually chuckled at his reaction. “Sweetie, I’m aware you’ve had sex already with Suzy, but even then, I thought you were still bisexual. I’m more than aware you masturbate and what you’ve watched. I’ve just been waiting for you to tell me that you’ve had sex with a man, as I knew it was going to happen eventually. You’re far too cute to be ignored for too long. I’m fairly sure you’re what they call a ‘twink’ in the community.” He stared at her in surprise, his mother leaning over to kiss his cheek. “I’ve prepared myself for the day you’d finally come out to us, sweetie. But for now, this will be our little secret, okay?”

“Okay, Mum.”

“When will you move in?”

“I guess Tom will tell me when I let him know I’ll sign the contract. I won’t need to take much as the room is full furbished. Just my clothes, laptop and a few personal items at most.”

“Call him now, sweetie. Do you want to move in?”

“I’m nervous,” he admitted quietly, “He was really hot, Mum. They all were. I mean… When he kissed me…”

“It felt right?” He nodded immediately. “Does the idea of sex worry you?”

“No. It’s not that. It’s the fact there’s eight men and they all apparently want me.”

“I think that although they’d want you, they’d also look after you, sweetie. They certainly wouldn’t want to make your time living there horrible. They’d want you to stay. And you know what they say, variety is the spice of life.” That made him laugh and he felt a little relieved. “All I want is my little boy to be happy.”

“Okay, Mum. I’ll give him a call.”

*****

Tom would admit the house was rather excited to greet their new housemate. They’d gone so far as to clean his room in preparation for his arrival. Sure, there was a cleaner that came to the house three times a week but the eight young men wanted to ensure the young man felt welcomed immediately but also comfortable in his own space. They’d have to introduce him slowly to life in the household once he was settled.

When the intercom buzzed, he told Steven he could drive his car and park it with the others. Opening the door, he watched the car move up the driveway, Steven appearing a couple of minutes later with who he assumed was his mother.

I was at one of my industry’s larger annual conventions. As head of operations for the company and a featured speaker, I was well known and was constantly being stopped and engaged in conversation.

At one point during the conference, I had to step out to help my leadership team deal with a potentially damaging event back at the main operations center. I was completely in my element. My team settled quickly, responded to me. Responding to their leader who knew his shit, who remained calm in the face of adversity. I gave clear commands and directions once I’d listened to the options and recommendations of my team. It was about a 30 min call.

There was one point where a member of my team thanked me for being able to break free and for just seemingly knowing how to respond. I made a comment “sometimes leading is knowing when to let someone else take the lead” (that was maybe 20 min in).

When I hung up, I turned to go back in and there was a younger guy (maybe 10, maybe 15 years my junior), he asked if I meant what I said about leadership. I was a bit pissed he’d eavesdropped but found myself answering “yes I do” almost reflexively.

He simply said “good to know you know how to follow when appropriate” and walked away.

Later in the day was my presentation (there were federal judges, heads of legal departments, CEOs and a few more junior folks plus folks dressed as we were but who were actually service staff).

As my presentation drew to a close and shifted to Q&A, the younger guy from earlier stood up in the back and asked “You talk about how to build and lead a world class operations team, what would you say is the key leadership quality needed for such a team?”

I don’t why I did it but I used the same statement as before. He smiled knowingly (I just thought because I’d already said it, but found out later it was because he knew then I would submit). He asked how I knew when to follow. I answered “when a superior idea presents itself, a good leader doesn’t argue against it, instead embraces it”

Lots of nods and yeahs and that’s right from the audience…and to this day I think only he noticed my blush. I felt somehow exposed in that moment, didn’t know why, didn’t know I was already at one level becoming aware of the chase and that I was the prey.

After the presentation was over and I was gathering my things, I saw the man again as he left. Our gazes met and he held mine…I felt my face flush again and lowered my gaze. I heard his chuckle and saw him turn and leave.

Later that evening most attendees had gone because it was the last day of the conference (only a small contingent stayed behind due to morning flights the next day).

I’d finished up, had dinner, not changing out of my suit but loosening my tie. I went to the bar to have a drink and check if any clients or perspective clients had happened to stay behind. None were there and I sat and ordered a knob creek double neat. As the bartender stepped away, the gentleman from earlier sat down next to me at the bar and commented “interesting and I bet fitting choice in bourbons”

My instant blush told him he had hit the mark. I understood his insinuation immediately and wanted to respond and put him in his place but my mind was at a loss…and I felt my body respond in an embarrassing way…I could feel my cock filling…not full on hard but clearly making me aware of my arousal response kicking in…which heightened my blush.

“I take it you are aware that you are blushing. Are you aware enough to know why? Be assured, I am.”

Before I could answer, the bartender returned with my drink and his (though I’d never heard him order). Once the bartender left, the gentleman picked up his drink and slid the napkin over to me saying I needed it.

I felt my body both relax and remain on edge at his departure and wondered just what the fuck was really going on. I though he was coming on to me but he kept just walking away so that I wasn’t sure…and for the first time in my life, found myself wondering and wishing he hadn’t walked away. I tried to shake it off and distract myself by looking around for an available looking woman. A few minutes passed and I went to use the napkin. When I picked it up, there was a room key with a sticky note attached. “Come to My room, 739, I will answer the questions you’ve been having since we met.”

My hands started shaking a bit, i felt like my face was on fire and that everyone could see that I was turned on thinking of a man…thinking of what it meant to be istanbul travesti invited to his room, of what it likely meant if i used the key.

I thanked the bartender for the generous pour and took my drink and planned to head to my room. When I got in the elevator, instead of pressing 6 for my floor, I accidentally (so I assured myself in the moment) hit 7. I immediately pressed 6 and planned to go to my room. When the door opened for floor 6, I stayed rooted where I stood…telling myself to go, get off the elevator, there is no need to go to floor 7. Yet, when the door began closing, I convinced myself I was simply going to clear up his misunderstanding.

I arrived at his room and paused…I started to use the room key but knocked instead…feeling it somehow inappropriate of me to enter His room for the first time without His opening the door for me…and I felt unsure…how could I just walk in to his room, what if this was some elaborate joke or worse.

I only heard his voice, suddenly full of authority even through the door…”I gave you a key and instructions, follow them or leave, Now!”

I tried to turn, I tried to convince myself fuck this, but I couldn’t. I used the key and entered.

As I entered, I heard the bathroom door closing. The room was empty other than typical hotel stuff and a suitcase on the little foldout holder. However, on the bed was a paddle with a note.

“We both know why you are here, will I have to use this to get you to admit and accept it? Strip and kneel in front of the bathroom door with your hands behind you grabbing your ankles.”

I stood, trapped in place, neither fleeing nor obeying the note…undeniable though was my arousal. My cock, having filled out more so that the outline was obvious without being fully hard, provided the only proof needed at just how aroused I was.

I heard the bathroom doorknob rattle and I nearly fled but convinced myself I’d correct this younger man’s mistaken belief and be on my way (though I already knew it was a lie to myself).

When the door opened and he saw me still dressed, His grin became one that made me immediately rethink my decision…I never felt more like prey in front of a predator that knew he’d already caught his prey and it was just a matter of time before feasting.

“You still don’t accept the truth? Even now, standing in a strange man’s hotel room, keycard in hand, having read not one but two notes that make clear why you are here, standing there trying to pretend you are still the alpha, still in command, while your own body gives you away, your cock filling out your pants…not at the sight or thought of a hot woman, but instead at the thought of a Man more alpha than you, inviting you to His lair, knowing full well I intend to have you. Fine, have it your way. Strip now, grab the paddle, hand it to me and ask me “Sir will You please spank me for being such a stubborn disobedient bitch.” That’s option 1…Option 2 is get the fuck out of my room, go back to yours, jack off thinking of me, always have the regret of not obeying and getting what you know you wanted and know that no matter should our paths cross again, I will never give you the privilege of my time again. So obey now or get the fuck out.”

I turned to go to the door, but something shifted in me, I couldn’t do it, call it FOMO, call it denial, but I hate regret almost more than anything and have lived a life of “say yes, take that risk, don’t let fear stop you.” In that moment all of that came together with my desire and natural previously suppressed sexually submissive side and I began undressing and folding my clothes, unable to turn and face him…too embarrassed too nervous. When I stood fully unclothed and picked up the paddle, I heard a small submissive voice almost whisper “Sir, will You please spank me for being such a stubborn disobedient bitch”, I felt him step close to me and his hot breath in my ear “good boy…now, hand me the paddle, bend over and grab the bed and hold on tight, you will need it for being so stubborn and wasting so much of My time already”.

I did as commanded, my cock softened a bit feeling exposed and unfamiliarly not in charge, scared of the pain that the paddle and this Man promised. That changed the second I felt his hand on my lower back and the first crack of the paddle against my ass. It was followed so quickly by several more that I didn’t have time to evade or even cry out before the pain registered…and my cock betrayed me and became fully hard. He paused the istanbul travestileri paddling, leaned over me as his hand traced my already tender ass and his other hand reach between my legs, squeezed and tugged my balls hard and laughed at me. “Your cock is hard as a rock…My little bitch is a painslut too…how fucking perfect. You didn’t tell me you even have the cock of an alpha…what is it, 7-8 inches, probably spent much of your life thinking your big cock, big brain and big attitude let’s you rule the roost…yet here you are, naked in a strange man’s hotel room, bent over with an already reddened ass and a cock hard as it’s ever been I bet and you having just begged me to dominate you and punish you.”

With that he moved back and spanked me until I was desperately trying to move out of the way of each blow while simultaneously having my cock dripping precum, deepening my shame.

“Ok bitch, now that you’ve wasted more of My time having to correct you, it’s time for you to serve. On your knees.”

I stood up and moved away from the bed and knelt as He had ordered and got the first glance at his cock outlined in his pants. He stepped to me, his crotch now eye level, when I did nothing, he spoke “do I really need to beat your ass again? Accept what you are, what you need, why you came up here, why you now kneel before Me!”

That did it for me, with shaking hands, I reached up and began removing his pants. After his pants came down and I folded them, I leaned in and began touching and nosing and mouthing his cock through his boxers…when I unwittingly moaned as his cock pressed outward and I could really catch the unmistakable smell of cock. He pulled back, “now lower my boxers and beg me to use your mouth and throat” like a good submissive bitch.

I lowered his boxers, his hard cock (6 maybe 6.5 inches, cut and decent girth), bobbed and pressed against my cheek before I could pull back. All fight was gone yet I paused afraid I would be unable to please him…I had no experience with men. I whispered “I’ve never…I don’t know how…what i don’t if I will be able to please you”

He grabbed my hair, pulled my head back so that I was looking at Him. “I know…I knew after our first interaction I would be the first male who showed you your truth. I didn’t pick you because of your cocksucking skills, I picked you because I recognized you for the virgin submissive bottom bitch that you are.” And he then slapped my face with his cock before pulling it out of reach. I knew what was expected.

Feeling my face heat up to match the inferno that was my freshly paddled ass, I kept my eyes lowered while obeying “Please Sir, please use this slut’s mouth and throat for your pleasure.”

He stepped back up and began slapping my face with his cock until he heard me gasp and took that moment to put his cock in my mouth, not deeply, just the head…he held my hair, keeping me in pace, not deeper not pulling away.

“When I release your hair, I expect you to obey and show me how desperate you are to please me with your mouth and throat or leave here with an ass so red and bruised you won’t sit for days without knowing the pain of my displeasure. Having to hide your naked ass from your wife lest she wonder exactly what the fuck her husband was doing at that conference.”

The thought should have panicked me, but instead it settled me. The last vestiges of resistance left and I moved my head forward, taking more of his cock as I began to suck my first cock. It was not to be though, I wasn’t there to suck his cock, I was there to submit to him, and that submission meant he would be in charge. He grabbed my head, ordered me to grab my ankles and keep my hands there or have them bound. He then began fucking my mouth, deeper until I began drooling and gagging as his cock hit the back of my throat. There was no kindness, no mercy, he fucked my face until I was a mess, slimy and drooly lips and chin. He forced me to deepthroat him and held me until tears streamed down my face, until I was red/purple faced needing oxygen and left panting yet undeniable was the constant stream of precum from my own cock, all 8 inches hard and screaming “yes yes yes please!” to this.

After what felt like an hour but was probably only 10 minutes maybe 20, he pulled back and stepped away from me. He brought back lube and held it in front of my face.

“You see this, this is what good obedient bitches get…disobedient bitches get spit and very little of that. You being a virgin, I strongly recommend travesti istanbul you be an obedient bitch. Now crawl over to the bed, when you get to it, stand up, bend over and lay your chest flat against the bed, head turned to the left and beg me to fuck you and turn you fully out as the submissive bottom cunt you are by breeding your ass with My seed. Or be a disobedient bitch and be thrown onto the fucking bed and dry fucked. Either way you will be bred tonight and feel My big load inside you and dripping down your legs as you hurry back to your room hoping no one spots you and recognizes the well fucked whore look about you.”

The thought of being fucked scared and excited me, the thought of being dry fucked just scared me, I quickly obeyed and even reached back to spread myself for him as I begged. “Please Sir, please fuck my submissive ass, please turn me out as the needy cock-whore I am, please breed me and leave me filled with your seed.”

Laughing cruelly, he stepped to me, placed one hand on my hip before saying “damn slut, I only told you to beg to be fucked…all the rest was you…but it’s good to see you’ve accepted who you really are. I’m surprisingly pleased…lube before fucking it is then.”

I gasped and unintentionally thrust my hips back when I felt his finger at my hole, wetting it, the cool slimy feel so good against my virgi pucker, my hips tried to undulate and get more contact…he never penetrated me with his fingers though…he continued to lightly toy with my hole and lubricate it until I heard him say “there it is…that slutty hole just winked it’s invitation to Me”. I heard him squeeze more lube out and the unmistakable sound of a cock being stroked with lube. I felt one hand on my back and his words “the only movement I expect from you is to move back against my cock like a good whore.” As I felt his cock slip between my cheeks and then against my hole, so very slick already with lube, I closed my eyes and forced my hips to move backward…as soon as he felt that he thrust forward and took my cherry…it hurt, i squealed and begged and cried out…but he paid no heed…he just stayed where he was, cockhead firmly inside me.

When I felt him begin to pull out I thought he was taking mercy on me until I felt the stretch as his flared head pulled out stretching my still tight home again…I felt him moving his cock around my opening again, only when he pushed back into me did I realize he was getting more lube on his cock. When he stretched me open the second time, it still hurt but less and once his head had passed my hole’s resistance, I pushed my hips back and he thrust forward more fully and I felt for the first time a true Alpha man’s cock buried fully in me and His pubes against my ass. I screamed as the pain overtook the pleasure…and then my body made me admit, made it crystal clear, that i was a submissive bottom bitch and a painslut on top of it.

My cock erupted and I climaxed…he knew because he could feel my asshole clenching around him…”such a responsive painslut and bottom bitch, now it’s time to fuck”. With that he gave me a fucking I still remember vividly to this day. It was pain and pleasure and so strongly so that I came again and then again and in a way I’d never felt before…dry without my cock ejaculating but my ass clenching and unclenching and my whole body suffused with sexual energy and need and release.

He fucked me in many positions, but when it was time to breed me, he made me get on hands and knees and tell him his bitch was ready to be properly bred…like a bitch on all fours, a good obedient bitch in need of seed.

The load he shot into me was enormous, I could feel his cock swell and pulse after pulse of cum, a feeling I’d only always felt as the man, never as the submissive receiver. What surprised me was the feeling of warmth from his seed and how that warmth spread until my whole body was suffused with it. I started to squeeze and release, tightening to feel him in me to the fullest and to, I don’t know, say thank you. Yet, once he finished, he was through with me. I’d served him and my purpose and now he needed nothing more from me. he pulled out, told me I had 5 minutes to get out or he would paddle me until I couldn’t sit and toss me out of the room naked.

I started to speak to see if we could continue. He covered my mouth, telling me “has anything I’ve done today made you think I will do differently than what I say? If you doubt that, stay for another 4 minutes and find out.”

I hurriedly dressed and as I stepped out his door, felt the first bit of his seed drip out of my no longer virgin ass and into my boxers.

I went to my room and jacked off again remembering my deflowering and debasement to this younger sexual Alpha and what it meant for my future.

Tanner had understood right away that I was serious about blackmailing him, and that he was powerless to stop me. I had the humiliating photos and videos revealing his near-micropenis and lack of sexual prowess, artifacts that would emasculate and haunt him for the rest of his life. I viewed the situation as a means to escape my unconditional devotion to Tanner, to get over my crush. He would do whatever I said, follow me wherever I led, submit to my every whim — it was a complete reversal of the dynamic we’d had for the past four years. And when I was devoted to Tanner, he didn’t even have dirt on me.

The truth was, I would never actually publish the photos. I was bluffing. As mad as I was with Tanner in the moment, I could sympathize with his plight, and almost excuse his bigoted outburst. I knew he never would have sad the F-slur in other scenarios, and my attempting to cuddle and comfort him just unhappily coincided with the “anger” stage of his grief. But he deserved to be punished for it, and then punished some more for steamrolling me over the years. Or so I kept telling myself, an uneasy feeling growing all the same.

I knew we would not be friends at the end of whatever came next. But then, I had no idea where or what we would be by the end of this trip. Having tacitly come out to Tanner, I figured things would change beyond my control. At least now I had the control.

“I’m glad we have an understanding,” I told Tanner, my arm still around his bare shoulders, my hand still intertwined with his chest hair. I paused for a moment, taking in the glory of it all. Tanner had gone from the center of my universe to a plaything for my amusement. My cock began to twitch. “I’d like to see your clit again. I think we both could use a laugh.”

“Wh–what?” Tanner stuttered. My hand on his chest, I could feel his heart start to pound even harder.

“Look, I’ve already seen it all and then some. Why be so modest?”

Tanner huffed, but still stood up to disrobe. “As if you have some monster cock.”

“I don’t,” I admitted. “Also, you’re going to want to start watching your tone with me.”

With an aggravated flourish, Tanner yanked his shorts and boxer briefs down to his ankles. His bald little dicklet wiggled from the motion. The way his happy trail now abruptly ended above milky, smooth skin was quite comical. I chuckled and Tanner blushed. He was almost like some sort of centaur, now: all man from the waist up, sissy boy below.

“Don’t be shy,” I told him. “Fold those up and put them away for the night.”

As he bent over his bag, I got my first good look at Tanner’s naked ass. It was flat, almost totally in line with his back, but round and plump at the bottom. The same light brown hair that covered (most of) the rest of him radiated out from his ass crack. His cheeks spread some, and I got a quick glimpse at the tight starfish of his asshole, surrounded by a nest of coarse hair. My cock was fully erect now.

Tanner returned to stand at his side of the bed, facing me as if waiting for further instruction. For a few beats, I just drank him in. I found myself still infatuated, if not more so than before, and knew I would still get a thrill out of his body for a while before feeling satisfied and ready to move on.

I went over to my bag and stripped off my jeans, then my boxers. I waited for a moment to build suspense, gave my already-stiff erection a quick tug for good measure, and then turned around to face Tanner.

His eyes widened into saucers. Even though I had been giving myself a hard time, fully erect, my cock was a still a respectable six inches, if barely. It had been closer to seven about 25 pounds ago, and going from slightly above average to just average had been a blow to my ego. Still impressive, however, were my nuts — large and plump low-hangers that were honestly usually more trouble than they were worth (tight, sexy underwear hurt them, they usually dunked into toilet water, etc.) But they were serving me well in that moment. A regular guy probably wouldn’t have batted an eye at my junk, as normal as it was, but for Tanner I may as well have been a porn star.

To my surprise, Tanner’s dick sprung into an erection. I was again taken aback by how fast it took for his little cock to get fully hard — a matter of seconds. “Like what you see?” I asked.

“I–I really don’t know,” Tanner confessed. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen another dude’s boner in real life before.”

I pretended to stretch, arching my back and thrusting my cock out for full effect. “I have a question for you… Have you always known you were abnormally small?”

“I knew I was smaller than, like, the guys you see in porn. And I saw guys in the locker room and stuff, but never hard, and — I just figured I was a grower and most other dudes were showers.” He rubbed his face, distress growing. “But after tonight… and seeing those pictures…”

“I see. And let’s address your, uh, less than impressive stamina.”

“I mean, I don’t last for forever, y’know? But back istanbul travesti there, there was just so much going on — the crowd, the bondage, the teasing — I was, overstimulated, I guess. And I told you this morning, I came three times last night with Inga. I didn’t have a lot of spunk left.”

“But with balls that small… I can’t imagine you produce all that much under the best of circumstances.” He hung his head in shameful acknowledgement. “Do you please women?”

“It’s not about the size of the boat, it’s the motion of the–“

“Come to think of it,” I cut him off, rolling my eyes, “you hook up with a lot of girls, but I can’t think of a single repeat. No one comes back for more?”

Tanner grew redder. “At least I get laid.”

“Tanner,” I warned, my tone as if I were scolding a child, “watch your tongue. Don’t forget your place. Now that I’m out of the closet–look, the only thing holding me back was being afraid of what you would think. I’m ready to make up for lost time, now.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, a genuine tone slipping through, “That you felt that way, I mean. I meant what I said, earlier. You’re still my — I wouldn’t have cared, if you came out, before.”

“Yeah, well,” I grunted. “It’s gonna take a while to recover from you using that word earlier. You’re going to make up for that.” A let a wry grin slip across my face. I was surprising even myself with the authority in my voice, the power. “And just think,” I added, lying back down on top of the covers, “none of this would have happened if we had gone to Rome instead.”

“Oh, Jesus,” he moaned, lying down next to me. “Is that what this is all about? Seriously?”

“It’s about the hundreds of Rome’s before this, Tan. It’s about how every morning we’ve been here you’ve announced what we were going to do for the day, not asked, not discussed. You’ve known I was putty in your hands, and you abused it. We both knew who was in charge. Now it’s my turn.”

“Very well,” said Tanner, and he rolled over on his side, facing me. “What’s next, then?” I was confused by Tanner’s overall reaction to the past half hour. He was obviously angry and unhappy about the situation, but he wasn’t putting up all that much of a fight.

He still trusted me, I realized, even now.

“What’s next is we get some shut-eye,” I told him, turning onto my side to look back into his cerulean eyes. For a fraction of a second as I rolled, my erection brushed up against his thigh. “It’s been a long night.”

***

I woke up on my own the next morning around six. Tanner was snoring loudly, fast asleep in the fetal position — his genitals were buried between his legs, giving him the striking appearance of having a shaved pussy.

I lay staring up at the ceiling, absentmindedly playing with my morning wood. I hadn’t gotten much sleep the night before, awake for hours after Tanner slipped unconscious, my mind racing with ideas and plotting my next moves. With the clarity of a few hours’ sleep, I had settled on a course of action.

Quietly, I got out of bed, wrapped my towel around my waist, and went to take a quick shower. It was closer to seven when I returned to the room, and Tanner was still fast asleep. He was splayed out across the bed now, face up, his soft cock pointing straight up at the ceiling. It was the only penis I had ever seen that didn’t dangle, didn’t hang so much as it protruded.

I got dressed, slipping on a black polo and tan shorts, putting the luggage lock back on my bag when I was done. I had invested in an expensive, sturdy one to keep my belongings safe while staying in the hostel’s communal bedroom.

I picked up a few pieces of Tanner’s clothing that had fallen onto the floor and sealed everything in his bag. I slung it across my shoulder, gathered both of our towels, and left the room.

I dropped the towels off in the receptacle near the bathroom, and took Tanner’s bag with all his clothes up to the front desk. “Is it possible to leave this up here?” I asked the woman working there, who nodded and deposited the duffel in a cubby behind the counter. She ripped a tag in half, attached part of it to the bag’s strap, and handed me a slip with a matching number.

When I got back to the room, Tanner had finally woken up and was scrolling on his phone. “Hey,” I said, closing the door behind me.

“Whoa, have you been up for a while?” he asked.

“About an hour,” I told him. “I’m about to head out actually, to run a quick errand. I’ll be back soon.”

“Wait, but–” he sat up in bed. “What am I supposed to do? Stay h–wait, where the fuck is all my shit?”

“Safe,” I reassured him. “But I’m not sure if I can trust you to be a good boy just yet. You just sit tight, and I’ll be back in a few hours. Think of it as a time-out.”

“Dude,” Tanner whined, “we leave tomorrow! This is unfair.”

I raised my eyebrows. “Oh, I think this is entirely too lenient, actually. Or should we go hang out with everyone who saw your show last night?”

I didn’t wait for a response istanbul travestileri and left, closing the door behind me. I walked out of the hostel and into the warm, fragrant morning air. The sun wasn’t too high yet, and the heat was pleasant instead of punishing. I headed for the metro stop, stopping for a coffee on the way, and boarded a train heading back out to Zona Rosa.

***

Last night, when we were in the back of the cab heading back to our hostel, I had gotten the opportunity to glimpse some of the main drags in Zona Rosa. One establishment in particular had caught my attention — a massive sex shop, two stories with floor-to-ceiling windows. The street displays were notable for featuring entirely gay and homoerotic paraphernalia. Every shop I’d ever seen before featured busty mannequins in lingerie and toys designed for straight couples. This place, though, advertised posters of men in bulging underwear, male mannequins in leather harnesses, prostate massagers, DVDs of gay porn. An entire emporium of toys for boys.

I entered the store, still nursing my coffee, and was immediately overwhelmed by the sheer quantity of merchandise. The place was huge, yet still crammed, overflowing with products for any proclivity. There was an enormous shelf full of dozens of brands of poppers; dildos that looked like realistic penises next to ones the size of fire extinguishers; thousands of porno DVDs and even some on VHS.

The first floor contained the more popular, “vanilla” products. I wandered my way upstairs where more fetish gear was stocked — all sorts of leather clothes and collars, tails and suits for furries, more advanced and intricate BDSM supplies — the list went on and on. I wandered through the aisles, letting my imagination run wild for a bit. Tanner would look hot in a leather harness… but no, I had come for a specific item.

Eventually I found what I was looking for: a modest display of cock cages. Chastity devices ranging from pink plastic sheaths to medieval-looking steel contraptions that wrapped around the waist. I scanned the shelf, and one option in particular jumped out to me. Most of the cages looked like Tanner would be able to slide right out; even the smallest traditional ones had sheaths longer than an inch. But the “Micro Comfort Deluxe” called out to me. Instead of the usual design, with a penis-shaped container attaching to a cock-and-ball ring to constrain the flaccid dick, the “Micro” model consisted of a flat, round piece of metal the size of a quarter spaced barely a centimeter away from the base ring. In function, it pressed smaller cocks back up against the body to keep them constrained, a shallow lip running around the back edge ensuring nothing could slip out. Small holes perforated the surface, so that the wearer could still urinate.

It was perfect. I picked the model in a shiny, stainless steel finish and grabbed some water-based lube from a little stand at the top of the stairs. I was heading towards the register when I noticed an extremely tall, bald man on the first floor among the jock straps. He caught my eye for his sheer height, at first, but as he turned around I noticed familiar hazel eyes.

It was unmistakable. I walked up to him, and cautiously asked, “La Tigresa?”

The man smirked. “It’s Tiago,” he told me, extending a manicured hand, “during the day at least.”

“Jamie,” I introduced, returning the handshake.

“I recognize you,” he said, nodding. “You came in with that boy from last night.”

“Yeah. Tanner. He and I are traveling together.”

La Tigresa–Tiago, I corrected myself internally–looked around nervously. “Is he here? I don’t think he would exactly want to see me.” He was much more confident when he was embodying La Tigresa than he was as Tiago.

“No, no. He’s back at our hostel waiting for me to get back.”

Tiago noticed, then, the box in my hand with the cock cage. His eyebrows shot up in recognition. “Well, well,” he cooed, folding his arms. “Seems the events of last night have inspired you.”

“You have no idea,” I grinned.

“I understand. All straight men are the same,” said Tiago, echoing my own thoughts from just the night before. “They can’t control themselves. Can’t bring themselves to respect queers, because we bring up too many uncomfortable questions about their own sexuality. God forbid they do some nuanced introspection. Better to curse and smash anything too challenging.” He paused, gathering himself. His volume had been rising steadily as he spoke. Dropping back to a low voice, he looked piercingly into my eyes. “What I’m saying is, I think you’re doing the right thing. Just be careful.”

***

I entered the hostel, carrying an unmarked paper bag with my purchases inside. I stopped at the front desk to retrieve Tanner’s luggage and went back to our bedroom.

I walked in on Tanner masturbating, watching porn on his phone with earbuds in. For a few seconds, he didn’t notice that I had returned — and by the time he did, it was too late. travesti istanbul He let out a little “Ah!” and dropped his phone on the bed, scrambling to sit up. But as he did, his hands frozen in shock at his sides, his cock twitched and out dribbled even less cum than he’d produced the night before.

“Were you really jacking off?” I asked coolly.

“Well, it’s not like you left me with much else to do,” he muttered. “Fuck, man, that’s the second ruined orgasm in twenty-four hours. The blue balls are driving me insane.”

I smirked. “Go clean yourself off. Take a shower.”

“Happy to,” he said. “Can I get a towel?”

“I think you can go there just as you are. This is the men’s side, anyway, and the bathroom’s right down the hall.”

“You can’t be serious! I’ll be in full view of the bar.”

“It’s not even noon yet. No one’s at the bar. Well, except the alcoholic Australian. Now run along.”

Tanner sighed, covered up his crotch, and ran down the hall to the bathroom as quickly as he could. While he was in the shower, I rifled through his bag, pulling out all of his underwear. One particularly dirty pair reeked of his musk; I held it close to my nose and inhaled deeply, my head swimming with the smell of his manhood.

I bundled up all the boxer briefs and brought them out into the reception area, where there was a rudimentary trash chute leading out to a dumpster in the alley. I watched as the underwear fell and landed among the other garbage, fluttering with the wind as they went.

I went back to the room and laid down to check Instagram while I waited for Tanner. He returned, dripping wet, his dick shriveled. “Hot water run out?” I asked. “Happened to me yesterday.”

Tanner grabbed his bag to get dressed, and after a few moments started frantically ripping through its contents. “I thought you said my shit was safe,” he snapped at me. “Someone stole all my underwear, sick fucks.”

“Actually,” I said, “I got rid of those for you. Your ‘push-up panties’ are a little disingenuous — sad, really, don’t you think? Also — who told you to get dressed?”

Tanner huffed, pulling on a pair of black shorts over his nude lower half. “Fuck this,” he said, his breathing heavy, “fuck this. It’s our last day on vacation, I want to go out and do shit. I don’t care if you give me permission. Fuck you.”

I didn’t respond for a moment while he applied deodorant and slid on a tee. When he sat on the edge of the bed to put on his socks and shoes, I slid over behind him, and held out my hand in front of him to show him my phone screen: the picture of his shaved, shriveled dick loaded up and ready to be posted to my Instagram story. His account was tagged, in small text, right next to his groin.

Before he even had time to react, I hit ‘send.’

He leapt off the bed, rushing to my side of the room and dropping to his knees. “I’m so, so, so, so, so sorry. I should have listened. I shouldn’t have lost my temper. Please, please, please, please, please take that down.”

“Clothes off,” I snapped tersely in response.

He scrambled to his feet and stripped down in a flash, his marble-sized balls now eye-level with me. I sat up on the side of the bed, cupped his nuts, which immediately disappeared in my fist, and gave a single, forceful squeeze.

Tanner cried out in pain, dry heaving and crumpling to the floor. “I’m so sorry,” he gasped out again. “So sorry.”

“Get back in bed,” I said flatly.

He pulled himself off the ground and lie back down next to me. I unlocked my phone and showed him the screen again — Story failed to upload.

“Airplane mode,” I whispered. Tanner buried his face in his hands and let out a protracted exhale, trembling slightly.

“Thank you,” he said in a small voice, “sir.”

“Anyway,” I said, standing up, my voice cheerier now. “I brought you a present for being good and waiting for me.”

With my back to Tanner and blocking his view of the paper bag, I opened the box containing the chastity device and pulled out the flat disk and the smallest base ring included. I walked back over to the bed and set the cage and the lube on the bed next to tanner.

“What on earth is this thing?” he asked.

“A cock cage,” I told him.

He shook his head. “I’m no expert, but that does not look like any cock cage I’ve ever heard of before. Are you sure you didn’t accidentally buy a female chastity thing?”

I couldn’t help but laugh at his self-own. I popped open the bottle of lube and squirted a generous amount into my palm. I reached down for Tanner’s groin, but hesitated, realizing that I was really about to lay hands on his dick and balls. I smiled, joy washing over me. Indelicately, I slathered the lube all over his junk, his dick now a wet little bauble poking out at me. When I pulled away, a little moan escaped past Tanner’s lips.

“Aw,” I teased. “Did you like that?”

“I did, as a matter of fact. I’m telling you, man,” he groaned, “I’ve been dying to have a real orgasm.”

I didn’t reply, and instead grabbed the base ring. I slipped one of Tanner’s balls through, then the other. I yanked his cock through next, and slid the ring up to nestle firmly against his body. “Oh, perfect,” I noted. “The extra-small is a perfect fit. I was afraid it’d be too big.”

Tommy and I shared the same jail cell back in the late eighties. He was a big hairy man that looked more like a bear than a man. I had been sentenced for an attempted bank robbery while he was doing time for killing someone. We didn’t hit it off at first and I knew better than try to fight him. We became fast friends after I helped him when he was ambushed by a group of fellow prisoners in the exercise yard. Before either of us knew it, Tommy and I became lovers.

One night, I was sitting on my bunk in our cell reading my mail moments before lights out when he walked in stiffly. I knew that something bad had happened. He never went looking for trouble but it always found him. I folded up the letter that I was reading and stuffed it back into the envelope. I placed the envelope in a large box and placed it under the bunk. The letter was from my mother, who still expected to see me at the family dinner for Christmas. She wrote me weekly and was the only one that I received letters from. My girlfriend had dumped me shortly before I tried robbing the bank.

“You look like crap, my man” I said. “Who jumped you this time?”

“Benji did,” Tommy replied as he slowly removed his prison shirt. “The little shit jumped out of nowhere.”

The bruise on his chest was hard to see because of his thick layer of coarse black hair. Benji istanbul travesti was about half his size and I wondered what he had hit Tommy with. I got up and helped him off with his boots and pants. I helped him onto his bed and I sat next to him. I could not help but to stare at the bulge in his white briefs. The hairy man was big all over and it wasn’t all fat.

I touched his hairy chest where the bruise was. His white skin was slowly turning a dark purple. I was surprised that he didn’t have a broken sternum for that was Benji’s target.

“What did he hit you with?” I asked as I slowly massaged the bruised area.

“His damn head,” Tommy replied. “He head butted my chest. I was out of breath when he started swinging his fists. The little shit should head butted my balls too. He don’t have much strength in those string bean arms of his.”

“I guess he didn’t like you calling him son of a bitch last week.”

“I can’t help that he’s named after a damned dog. What kind of name is Benji anyway?”

“Beats me,” I said as my fingers twirled his chest hair. “I never cared much for those dog movies.”

My fingers let go of his fur and slowly began massaging his nipples. They grew hard as pencil erasers with my rubbing. Neither of us had piercings in our nipples like many of the other cell mates. One guy in the cell istanbul travestileri next to us had his penis pierced by his cell mate. He screamed like a banshee when it happened and cried like a baby afterwards. We never could figure out what was so manly about getting your nipples or your cock pierced.

“Are you having fun?” Tommy asked as my fingers continued to massage his nipples.

Without realizing it, my penis had stiffen. He reached over and unzipped the fly in my prison pants. The jail bear brought out my stiff penis and began to stroke it with his rough hand. He was gentle despite being mean-looking and my hairy balls soon began to boil with fresh sperm. He aimed my penis at his hairy chest and continued to milk me. I soon exploded and streams of hot sperm shot of my piss hole.

I massaged the thick white fluid into the curly hairs of his chest where the bruise was. My wet hand slowly traced the fur down his flat stomach and touched the bulge hidden behind his white briefs. I felt Tommy’s cock stiffen and I knew what he really needed after a good fight.

I reached into the fly of his white briefs and pulled out his thick organ. I gently kissed his swelling purple crown and I heard a moan escape his lips. My lips slowly wrapped themselves around the large cock head and I began sucking it. The thick travesti istanbul organ grew harder in my mouth and I inched more of it deeper into my mouth.

Tommy always loved getting his huge cock sucked and I had become a fast learner. I could probably hold my own in a fight against him but he always fought dirty. In a way, I admired his toughness. Being his cell mate, I also saw how vulnerable he was for he had no family to send him mail. Tommy longed for friends who would watch his back and we were both surprised that our sexual needs were more tender than other cell mates.

I engulfed all of his huge cock until my nose was nestled in his thick pubic hair. I tried not to choke and gag but I knew that I could not deep throat him for long. I had been getting better and was able to suck him deeply for almost a minute.

When I couldn’t stand it any longer, I began to slide my mouth up and down Tommy’s stiff shaft. He moaned softly as I continued to suck his thick organ. Before long, his huge cock started to jump in my mouth. I felt the stream of warm liquid that followed.

I swallowed every drop that shot out of his piss hole and into my mouth. The taste was very salty and I knew I was getting more protein in his sperm than I was when I ate the prison food.

“Thanks,” he said with a groggy voice.

“You rest now,” I said as I slipped his limp cock back into his briefs.

I stripped and slipped into my bunk before I heard the guard yell lights out. I heard Tommy lightly snoring shortly after the lights went out. I soon fell asleep with my belly full of his sperm.

“No.”

“Oh c’mon. Don’t be such a pansy.”

“I’m not being a pansy. This is just a fucking gross idea, and I’m not doing it, and nothing you guys say will make me do it. You are both fucking nuts,” Kai muttered.

There really was no proper way to explain the situation Kai had found himself in. His best friend and coined fuckbuddy Alex, was sprawled across his and Derrek’s futon in their cramped living room. A wicked grin spread across his large mouth. He was proud of himself for such a disgustingly absurd idea and Kai knew it.

Derrek was standing above Kai at the kitchen table. An eyebrow quirked and somehow he was just as onboard with Alex’s idea as the man himself.

Kai was… Disgusted.

Alex wanted to know what it was like to snort someone else’s jizz. Except he didn’t want to do it himself, because who in their right fucking mind would, so he came up with the brilliant idea of making Kai do it instead.

For scientific purposes of course.

Kai looked up at his boyfriend, large doe eyes pleading and searching for any ounce of remorse Derrek might have had stuffed in his lithe 5 foot something body.

“Seriously Derrek, no. I’m not doing it. It’s not like waxing your asshole, or that one time you wanted to try butter for lube. This is just so many layers of gross. I’m not doing it.”

Derrek glanced down at him, his sharp eyes softened a fraction. He ran a hand through Kai’s hair, softly, lovingly, dragged a finger down his jaw to cup Kai’s face and tilted it up towards himself. He licked his lips, his gaze flickered down to Kais own pout. “I wont fuck you for a month if you don’t.” He murmured.

Alex howled with laughter in the background. Kai ignored the crash as his friend toppled off the couch and into the coffee table.

Kai gaped up at Derrek. “You can’t be serious,” his mouth opened and closed an innumerable amount of times. Derrek stared at him with a sickeningly sweet smile. “Oh my god you’re actually serious. A month!? You wont… you can’t… that’s so unfair! What is wrong with you? Why do you want me to do this!?”

Derrek dropped his hold on Kai’s face and shrugged. “I dunno. I’m curious as to what it feels like too but I’m not fuck’in doing it. Alex is too much of a little bitch to do it-” Alex squawked a “hey!” in the background in which Derrek ignored, “-and your just stupid enough, and just horny enough to do it if I wont fuck you for a few weeks.”

Kai blinked a handful of times before a strangled cry fell from his lips and he dramatically sprawled forward onto the kitchen table. His forehead and nose squished against the glass.

“I need new friends. Scratch that I need a new life. This is so fucking unfair.”

Derrek patted his head gently. A mockery of comfort. “So are you gonna do it or do I need to think up new ways to fuck with you and make your dick sad for the next month.”

Kai grumbled into the glass. “What do I get if I do it?”

Alex popped up from the living room floor, and sauntered over to the two other men. “I’ll give you a dollar. I’ll also include my respect for your absolute level of stupidity and need to have Derrek’s dick up your ass.”

Kai muttered an unintelligible insult into the table. Derrek giggled.

“I’ll let you top next time we fuck. I’ll also cook you dinner for the next week,” Derrek said.

Kai peered up sideways from his position plastered to the table. “You can’t cook,” he deadpanned. Then softly muttered, “and I don’t wanna top.”

“I’ll buy us takeout for the next week,” istanbul travesti Derrek blinked at him.

Kai sighed. “Fucking hell. Fine! Fine! I’ll fucking do it! But if I choke and die it’s on you guys and I’m only doing it with your jizz. I’m not fucking going near yours Alex.”

Alex pouted. “Rude. My jizz is fucking great. I eat pineapples and shit all the time.”

Kai stared at him. His eye twitched for a moment before he looked back up at his boyfriend. ” Ok, so how am I doing this, when am I doing this and where am I doing this.”

Derrek looked thoughtful for a moment. He walked over to the living room, adjusted the coffee table Alex had jostled in his earlier laughing fit and fumbled with his belt for a split second before he halted his movements to stare at Alex.

“Go sit in the spare bedroom for like ten minutes.”

Kai gaped. Alex shrugged, muttering, “I’ve seen your dick before but okay then.” and left the living room.

“You’re going to make me do it right now aren’t you,” Kai whined.

“No time like the present Bun.” Derrek cheerily replied as he undid his belt and pants and shimmied his jeans down his thighs onto the floor. He looked down at himself, then back up at his boyfriend.

“C’mere. I’m not doing this myself. It’ll take too long.”

Kai sighed. Accepting his fate he peeled himself off the kitchen chair and as slowly as physically possible lumbered his way over to his boyfriend.

He stood in front of him, grabbed his hips, slotted his legs between Derrek’s and pouted down at him.

“I’m not blowing you. I’m mad at you for making me do this.” He grumbled as he pecked along Derrek’s neck.

“That’s okay. I kinda deserve that,” Derrek laughed.

Derrek rocked his hips against his boyfriend’s thigh and sighed as he hooked his chin over the other man’s shoulder. Kais grip on Derrek’s hips tightened and he couldn’t help but grin at the soft moan that fell from his boyfriend’s lips. He could feel Derrek’s dick slowly waking up against his thigh, and without much preamble brought his hand to his mouth and obnoxiously licked it while holding eye contact with the other man in some false sense of dominance to make himself feel better.

Somewhere in the background Alex hollered, “It’s been 5 minutes fucking hurry up!”

Kai ignored him.

He grabbed Derrek’s dick with little to no tact and slowly jerked him off until he was fully hard against his palm.

Derrek whimpered into his shoulder. His hips rocked into the nearly dry grip of Kai’s hand and Kai couldn’t help but preen at how fast he could get the other man off. They hadn’t fucked in a few days due to bad work schedules and not enough sleep, so he knew his boyfriend was more than already worked up.

“What if I just let you cum on my face and like.. Breathe in that way.” Kai muttered into Derrek’s neck.

Derrek’s moan bubbled into a laugh. “That’s cheating,” His hips jerked into Kai’s grip and he stuttered on a breath before he cleared his throat and attempted to continue. “P-plus. Alex wants to. Ah Alex wants to see and I’m not letting him see you jerk me off.”

Kai’s motions stopped as he blinked at him incredulously. “He’s seen us fuck. He’s literally fucked me, multiple times.”

Derrek laughed. “Yeah but this is for scientific purposes. This isn’t us fooling around.”

Kai rolled his eyes, his grip around Derrek’s cock tightened as he flicked a thumb over the head and resumed his ministrations. “Yeah sure. Scientific.”

They fell into a comfortable istanbul travestileri silence as Kai continued to work Derrek’s dick in his hand and within a few minutes Derrek was panting against his shoulder.

“I… shit why the fuck am I so worked up?” Derrek hiccupped.

“Because you’re a sadistic asshole who wants me to suffer and you’re excited to watch me snort your jizz,” Kai deadpanned.

Derrek laughed, then dropped his head against Kai’s shoulder. “Maybe,” he whimpered. “oh-Okay I’m. Fuck I’m close. Just uh. Move closer to the t-table,” He stuttered.

“Yeah yeah.” Kai grumbled as he stepped back and Derrek stepped closer to him and the edge of the coffee table. He picked up his speed, twisted his wrist slightly. He belatedly realized he was getting hard, and was mad at his own dick for misunderstanding the situation.

Derrek moaned high and clear before he batted Kai’s hand away with a whimper and grabbed his own dick. Kai stepped to the side and Derrek messily continued to jerk himself off before a moan fell from his plush lips and he came across the glass coffee table in messy thick lines.

Kai sighed. He had never felt so disappointed looking at his own boyfriends cum strewn across their coffee table.

Derrek huffed, then pulled his pants back up over his ass with a shimmy and re-did his belt up. “Alex we’re done you can come back out!” he hollered.

Kai flinched.

Alex skipped out of the spare bedroom. He grinned ear from ear, acting like a kid who had just found out he was going to Disney World, and not a twenty five year old man about to witness his best friend and occasional fuck buddy snort said fuck buddies boyfriend’s jizz like some bad grade liquid cocaine.

“That was fast.” He waggled his eyebrows obnoxiously at the two men and scrambled over the back of the futon landing with an ‘oof’ on to the couch.

“Can we just get this over with?” Kai groaned as Alex laughed and Derrek plopped down on the couch. Alex wrapped an arm around the blonde and tugged him against his chest. “Time to get cozy for the show kids,” he dramatically proclaimed.

“I hate you both so fucking much right now.” Kai muttered as he squatted down in front of the coffee table. He didn’t have a plan of action, he mostly just wanted this done and over with and to move on and pretend like it never happened.

Derrek leaned forward on the couch, he reached out to run a hand through Kai’s hair softly before he gripped the locks and tugged them hard enough to cause the younger man to careen sideways into the couch. His face smushed awkwardly into the cushion.

“Be nice, or I’ll make you snort all of it and still wont fuck you for a month.” He sneered.

Alex cackled.

Derrek let go of Kai’s hair with a pat, and leaned back into the couch. He poked his boyfriends side with the edge of his foot until he sat up properly and sulked in front of the coffee table. Kai stared at the jizz as if it had personally offended him and his ancestors for a lot longer than both Derrek and Alex seemed to like, as Derrek placed his socked foot on Kai’s back and pushed him forward gently.

“C’mon Bun. Just do it already. The longer you wait the stickier it’ll get and I’m pretty sure that’s worse than warm jizz on your face. Chop chop!”

Kai sighed, he leaned into the coffee table, braced his forearms against the glass and stared hard at the white gooey mess of Derrek’s cum.

“Uh,” he mumbled, “how do I… How do I do this? I’m not just going to stick my face travesti istanbul into it. Don’t I need, like… a straw or something?”

Derrek laughed. “Good point. I’ll go get you one. Stay put.” He punctuated his last words with a tap of his foot against Kai’s back again, then launched himself off the side of the couch towards the kitchen and rummaged in their cupboards for a straw.

Kai could hear Alex giggling behind him and he couldn’t help but turn to glare at the man. “You’re a demon,” He spat.

Alex shrugged, “yeah. I am. But you’re also desperate enough for Derrek’s dick to do this so that’s on you bun.”

Kai scowled. “Your not allowed to fuck me for at least a month after this.”

Alex laughed. “You say that but…” He grinned wolfishly down at Kai before Derrek came bounding back into the living room.

“A straw for the test subject.” He beamed down at Kai, and handed him a wrapped McDonald’s straw.

“Thanks.” Kai frowned as he unwrapped the straw, and threw the wrapper at Derrek, who had sat back down on the futon, snuggled against Alex’s side.

Kai shuddered as he stared at the cum on the table once again. He placed the straw above one of the smaller globs and heaved a deep breath through his mouth before placing the straw against his nose. Behind him Alex muttered ‘Holy shit he’s gonna do it’. And Derrek giggled something maniacal.

The room fell dead silent as Kai swallowed. He could hear his heart beating loudly and finally with a small prayer up to whatever god that was listening that it might not actually be that bad, he inhaled through his nose against the straw and promptly sputtered as a glob of gelatinous cum shot up through the straw directly into his nasal cavity. He choked and sputtered as the cooled, sticky cum hit the back of his throat.

He stood up blindly and yelped as he banged his knee against the coffee table. Derrek and Alex were in tears laughing leaned against each other, both in complete hysterics at the scene before them.

Kai groaned and fumbled around the futon towards the bathroom. Once in the small space he locked the door behind himself and pouted in front of the mirror.

His eyes were bloodshot, red, and watery, his hair a crumpled mess from Derrek grabbing it so much and his nose was red and sore. He sniffled softly and instantly regretted it as some of the remaining cum made its way further down the back of his throat. He coughed, hoarse, before he grabbed a cup from their counter and filled it to the brim with water and promptly chugged the entire contents in a vain attempt to rid his throat of the sticky cum.

He jumped as someone knocked against the door and rolled his eyes as the sound of Derrek’s staccatoed squeaky laughter filled the hallway.

“Let me-” he laughed again, “-let me in Bun. I’ll help you clean up,” He snorted audibly through the door.

Kai scowled. “No! You’ve done more than enough tonight. You two can enjoy your night and I’m just going to sit in here forever because my boyfriend is a sadistic asshole and my fuckbuddy is a demon.”

Derrek laughed, Alex’s deep laughter filtered through the air. “Oh c’mon Bun, that was fucking hilarious and you know it.”

“Hilarious for you maybe!” He squawked. “It hurt so fucking much! I think it’s still in my nose,” he whimpered.

Alex and Derrek burst into fits of laughter again against the door and Kai pouted as he sat on the lid of the toilet.

***

Eventually Derrek had coaxed Kai out of the bathroom with the promise of Chinese food and cuddles, (Sans any cum) and as the three men settled down for the night after a movie of Kai’s choice, Alex questioned into the still air as the credits rolled.

“So what was that about butter as lube that you mentioned earlier?”

Kai groaned.

Recap:

Team Blue Buffalo’s: Andy and Jake, score: 2266.

Team Red Tigers: Cody and Valentine, score: 2326.

Teammates of the Blue Buffalo’s: Brad Jackson, Owen Thompson, Dylan Adams, Damian Miller, and Juan Chavez.

Teammates of the Red Tigers: Brandon Wilson, Marcos Hernandez, Simon Harris, Brent Walker, and Seth Tyson.

Teammates that experienced ‘release’: Brent, Owen, Seth, Juan, Dylan and Simon

Teammates that still need a ‘helping hand’: Brad, Damian, Brandon and Marcos.

Guys in the control room: Mike and Tristan.

The doors closed behind the two teams and the road continued through two separate hallways. There was not much difference in the hallways compared to the ones they have been in so far. Illuminated by TL lights, empty, windowless walls with some heating pipes here and there. The roads continued for a little while and went left and right, the teams used this moment to catch up.

Cody and Valentine were in pure celebration mode, they were 60 points in the lead. The two friends made their way through the hallway in each other’s arms and kissed non-stop. “So how did you like sucking Simon off?” Cody asked, tasting Simon’s dick still on Valentine’s tongue.

Valentine chuckled, “It was delicious! I get why you’re such a slut about it.” he whispered.

Both of them chuckled and gave each other a loving look. “Now our luck needs to last.” Cody said, stroking his hand over Valentine’s cheek.

Valentine smiled, “It will, as long as I have you, those Buffalo’s don’t stand a chance!” he smirked. Valentine ended the brief conversation with a kiss and the two of them moved on.

In the other hallway, the mood was a bit more serious. “Alright, we need a solid plan! In the next task, we immediately split up!” Andy said, in a rare moment where he put his brain to work. “You go and find materials we could use, if it’s another puzzle you would be more likely to solve it, and this way we waste less time. Maybe I can get our next teammate going in the meantime and…”

Jake interrupted Andy’s endless talking. “Andy, relax.” he said as he laid his hand on his friend’s shoulder. “We don’t even know what the next task is going to be. We can’t make plans for things we don’t know.” he said.

Andy sighed and turned around, “I’m sorry, it’s just…I feel like I’ve let you down. I let our team down.” Andy said, looking at Jake. “We’re 60 points behind because I couldn’t solve that lame-ass puzzle,” he said

“Really, so brainiac Cody gets one lucky shot at that puzzle, and you’re blaming it on yourself?” Jake chuckled. He squeezed Andy’s shoulder a little firmer. “Hey, don’t talk like this. We have had more situations where the scoreboard wasn’t in our favor wasn’t it?” Jake asked.

Andy nodded, “Well, now the stakes are a little…higher.” he said. “As much as I am comfortable now with this whole…gay idea…I still want to win this game for the team. I mean, that’s why we’re here in the first place right?” he said.

Jake nodded and looked at Andy. “I want nothing else either.” he said and laid his hand on Andy’s chest, feeling his sweaty hot muscles. “But feeling bad about previous rounds doesn’t help us, man. What happened, happened.

Besides, you’re a football player are you not? Of course, a strategy is important. But you think and act on the very moment itself.” Jake said.

Andy smiled, “I’m more the mindless meaty juggernaut than a thinker on the field, but I get your point.” he joked.

Jake laughed and kissed Andy on the lips. “Come on big guy, if those Red pussies want to win they gotta work for it, right?” he smirked. Andy smiled and lifted Jake up and kissed him in agreement before the two of them continued through the hallway.

After a little while, Cody and Valentine saw the metal door leading to the next room. It opened automatically and they stepped into a new room. It was about 6 by 6 meters and 3 meters high. On their right was another metal door that opened and Andy and Jake stepped into the room. There was nothing in between them, so they could just move towards each other.

On the other side of the room stood 2 other metal doors, 2 meters apart from each other. The first thing they noticed was a giant mannequin in between the two doors. The male mannequin was coal-black, naked, very broad and 2,5 meters tall. Unlike the other mannequins the guys had encountered, this one had no strap-on, but an actual plastic dick that was part of its body. The mannequin stood broadly, he was holding something that looked like a monitor in its hands, showing the screen to the 4 jocks. Underneath its dick stood a small table with 4 glasses on it. Besides this and a few heating pipes and lights here and there, the small room was empty.

The guys looked around, observing and trying to make sense of this situation. The left door had a red light above it and the right door a blue light, so it was clear which direction they needed to go, but this situation was a bit puzzling.

The istanbul travesti intercom was activated and the distorted voice spoke again. “Welcome to the next challenge guys!” the voice said, “Before we will start the task, you’re going to watch a video fragment.” the voice explained, hinting at the monitor that the mannequin was holding.

“But first, you’ll each get a drink on the house.” the voice continued, “That fine gentleman will help you with that.”

The guys looked again at the mannequin in between the doors and the table with the 4 glasses on it. “How’s this thing supposed to help us?” Valentine asked.

Cody closed into the mannequin and inspected it a bit further, the only difference with the other ones was that this one had a dick. “I have a feeling…” Cody said. He took up a glass and held it under the mannequin’s coal-black dick. With his other hand, he explored the body for any buttons or handles. He felt on the mannequin’s dick and it didn’t feel like plastic, but more like latex wrapped around a tube. He squeezed in it and some white, thick liquid came out, slowly filling the glass. “Yep, as I thought,” he said.

When Cody’s glass was full he released the mannequin’s dick and pulled the glass away. “Wow Cody! You’re not thinking of actually drinking that are you?!” Jake asked little worried.

“Relax, if they wanted to poison us they could have done so about 20 times.” Cody said and raised his class, “Cheers” he said and placed it on his lips, taking a sip from the liquid.

After he had tasted it he smiled, “It’s okay, It’s milk.” he said, “You’re everyday, regular milk.”

Cody drank up his whole glass without any trouble. The other guys closed in and took their glasses as well. When the other 3 were pouring their drink from the ‘special tab’ and chucking it down thirstily, some questions were raised in Cody’s mind. “Why this? Clearly to give us back some energy and hydrate us, but why milk? And not water or some protein shake?” Cody thought.

“Nothing better than some good nutrition to stay in good shape, ey boys?” The distorted voice said when everyone had had one glass of milk. “Of course we added some extra vitamins and protein for some additional energy. Also, a little viagra was added, you know, to keep you going and all, hehe.

Now, before you continue to the task, you will watch a short video first. Please turn your attention to the monitor in the mannequin’s hands.” the voice said, before the intercome shut down.

The guys watched at the screen in the mannequin’s hands, the screen was activated and first, some static was shown. The guys expected some movie of them being spied upon again, but when the video started, it was not what they had expected.

An instruction video started. A man in a business suit was shown on the video, by the looks of it this video was taken around the ’90s: “Welcome to Dreesman Dairy Productions, where we produce your everyday, high-quality dairy products.” The man explained.

“Here at Dreesmans, we take pride in everything that we do. In close cooperation with the local farms, we make sure that our cows live under good conditions and the farmers are paid well.” The man explained while he walked over a barnyard and patted a cow on its back. The jocks looked at each other in confusion, what had this to do with anything.

“When the cows have been milked, it is taken to our factory where the milk is cultivated with the highest care.” The man had changed from scenery, now he was standing in a factory next to an assembly line. “The milk is being placed on the assembly line where it is processed and ingredients are separated to make more products, such as yogurt, whipped cream, and butter.

Here at Dreesmans, our personnel is highly trained and qualified. One little mistake, and the product will be ruined, so the programming of the machines goes with great care.” Cody was thinking, he was sure he had heard the name Dreesmans somewhere before.

“Programming the machines just right is a difficult task, but the result is worthwhile,” the man said as he took a glass and poured some of the milk in. He took a sip and made a satisfied moan, “Fresh, Dreesman milk, from farm to fridge, just for you!” he said while pointing at the camera, at that moment the video stopped.

“Where was that about?” Valentine asked, not sure what the connection was with all of this.

“It’s a hint to our new test, I guess we need to…err…milk some guys again” Jake said.

“Well, we have done nothing else for the last 3 rooms, so what’s different now?” Andy asked.

Only Cody kept quiet, this video was a hint to the next task, yes. But it couldn’t be just that, there had to be more behind it. He was sure he knew the name Dreesman from somewhere, but he wasn’t sure of it.

At that moment, the doors opened and the way to the next room was revealed. The guys looked at each other one last time before Cody and Valentine went through the door on the left and Andy istanbul travestileri and Jake took the door on the right.

When the jocks were in the new room, the doors closed behind them and the TL lights illuminated the environment. This room was very large, perhaps the largest they had seen so far. It was 10 by 21 meters and 4 meters in height. A soundproof glass wall separated the room, the guys were able to see, but not hear each other or come to the other side.

There was an assembly line on both sides of the room. Going from this side of the

room to the other side. Both assembly lines were covered by a cage-like construction, it was impossible to take anything off from the lines. There were 4 metal boxes covering each assembly line, the boxes were about 1 by 1 meter in size. Each of them was about 4 meters apart from the other. The lines seemed to go through the metal boxes as part of a larger process. Attached to each of the boxes was a control panel.

Now it became clear to Cody, he recognized this room and these assembly lines from the video they watched. That’s why these guys showed them the video about Dreesmans Dairy Productions, that’s why they needed to drink milk, they were trapped in the closed and abandoned Dreesmans factory. Seems like these guys got it all up and running again, with some modifications.

There was a table on each side of the glass wall. Both tables were filled with all kinds of fleshlights and penispumps in different sizes and shapes. There were two monitors on each side, on the other end of the room. Also, two exit doors were to be seen, one on each side. Cameras were hanging in the corners of the room. The only things missing were the two new teammates.

That mystery was quickly solved however when the guys heard some voices behind them. “Who is there? What’s going to happen?!” someone said. It seemed to come from the beginning of the assembly line.

Jake and Andy recognized the voice of Damian Miller, they rushed back to the side of the room that they had entered, where the beginning of the assembly line was.

Cody and Valentine saw Jake and Andy run back, so they decided to do the same on their side. When they arrived at the beginning of the assembly line on their side they heard a voice, “Who are you? What’s going on?”. Cody and Valentine realized this was Brandon Wilson who was trapped in this room.

The guys were tied securely on the assembly lines with the magnetic bracelets and ankle bands. They lay on the assembly line, looking at the ceiling. Like all the other guys they had encountered, they had a raging hard dick between their legs, with a cockring at its base. Their dicks stood all the way up, immovable, raging hard. The only difference was that both guys were wearing a cow mask. They were not gagged and they could move their heads freely, it was only impossible for them to get off from the assembly lines. It was also not possible for the jocks to touch their teammates because of the cage construction that covered both assembly lines.

“Jake, Andy? What the hell guys! What is this? Some kind of sick joke?!” Damian shouted, despite he was wearing that cow mask, his sounds didn’t get too muffled. Damian was an absolute unit, his body was ripped with rock-hard muscle. He looked like he could break free out of his bonds with ease, but the magnetism was way too strong. Damian’s body looked strong and broad, with huge arms and a firmly shaped chest. His abs were powerfully looking from years of training, doing situps, planking, and all other kinds of exercise. A nice-looking layer of trimmed hair covered Damian’s chest. Damian’s abs flowed over to tight muscles on the sides of his middle and into a V-shaped waistline. His legs were just as thick and powerful-looking. The captors had placed two magnetic locks on his ankles and on his upper legs, afraid that this beast was going to break free. Damian’s cut cock stood high up and was swollen red with excitement. Under his balls, there was a cockring placed. Due to the cow mask, his face was not to be seen, but Jake and Andy knew that he had a bit of a round face, short, curled black hair, brown eyes, and light stubble.

“What the hell is this guys?! Are we kidnapped?! Why are you guys naked!?” Damian asked more panicking when Jake and Andy still hadn’t responded. The two guys looked at each other, doubting if it was useful to explain the whole situation all over again.

“We were all drugged and kidnapped.” Jake said. He laid his arms on the cage surrounding the assembly line, trying to make eye contact with Damian. “All this is some kind of escape room, we’re going to get you out of here man! But to do that you need to…cooperate with us, okay?” Jake said.

“Well, not that you have very much choice, being tied up and all.” Andy said, looking at the massive bulk of meat and muscle laying on the assembly line.

While Jake and Andy were chatting with Damian on the other side of the room, Cody and Valentine tried to travesti istanbul calm Brandon down. “Aahh man! Please tell me this is just a bad dream! I’m gonna wake up in my bed at the Campus! This is not real! THIS ISN’T HAPPENING!” Brandon shouted as he struggled violently against his bonds, but to no avail.

Brandon was perhaps not as much of a hulk as Damian, but his body was still very impressive. It was almost in a vase shape, being very broad on the top and the chest and becoming a little slimmer going down to the abs and the waistline. Brandon’s body was tanned, with his chest and abs muscles being a little roundish, but solid. A thin layer of hair ran from his chest, to his navel to his erected cock. Brandon’s legs were quite long and well-muscled, with a thick layer of hair covering them. Brandon’s dick was standing up, hard as a rock and leaking precum from his slit, you could see it glisten from the lighting of the room. Brandon’s face was hidden by a cow mask, but Cody and Valentine knew that Brandon had very short frizzy hair, thick eyebrows, and a big nose. Brandon’s great-great-grandfather was from Africa, despite this he looked quite white with a beautiful tan.

“Guys please, I don’t like this! Help me! Get me out of here!” Brandon pleaded and begged. Still trying to break free from the ingenious magnetic locks.

“Brandon, please calm down. We’re going to get you out but you need to be patient.” Cody spoke, “We are trapped here as well and we need to follow certain instructions to get out of here.” he said.

“No please guys don’t leave me here waiting! Try to get this cage open with…I don’t know…something!” Brandon said, seemingly still in panic. Brandon was one of the strongest and most fanatic players of the Red Tigers, a real powerhouse. Though he was quite simple-minded, hell, even Andy was smarter and that’s saying something. A wry smile appeared on Cody’s face, he had to admit that it was very amusing to see that strong, goofy jock in bondage and ready for him to play with, if it wasn’t for that damn cage.

The intercom was activated and the distorted voice spoke, “Okay guys, catching up time is over, now it is time to work. You remember the instruction video, don’t you? You have learned that a lot needs to happen before you can drink your glass of milk.

First, the cows need to be taken from the farm and milked, the milk has to be processed into the factory, and every machine needs to be programmed just right to get that delicious creamy goodness in the end.” the voice said. Despite that the guys still didn’t have a clue of what to do, the story and the reason for the cow masks became a bit more clear.

“Now, like with the production in the factory, we want to make this task an all or nothing round.” the voice continued. “As per usual, you need to make your teammates cum. Only this time, you won’t have a time limit. Next to each of you is a table with various tools, you will have 300 seconds to pick 4 different tools, to place in the 4 milking machines on the assembly lines.”

The guys looked at the tables filled with the fleshlights, vibrators, penispumps, quick shots, and much more toys. It seemed that they had to assemble and program these machines to make their buds cum. The guys didn’t say a word, but silently admitted that this was a pretty hot idea.

“Certain combinations of tools may feel very good on the meat of those tied beasts, but you need to be fast. When the timer reaches zero, the assembly line will activate and take these cows through the milking process.” The voice said.

“Now, here is where it gets interesting. If you can program the machines just right and apply the right tools, you can make your teammates cum.” The voice continued the explanation. “If your teammate has cummed before he has reached the end of the line, you will earn 100 points. However, if he has reached the end and has not released his semen, you won’t receive any points. An all or nothing round, boys!”

Andy and Jake looked at each other, this round could make or break the game for them. If they could win this, they would be in the lead again. Also, Cody and Valentine looked at each other, if they won this round they would have a sufficient lead in the score.

“The cages covering the assembly line are here to make sure you guys don’t cheat and just use the machines. And also to protect the poor boys against Cody’s hungry mouth” the voice said. Cody chuckled, surprisingly proud of that statement about him.

“The glass wall in the middle of the room is soundproof, so there won’t be a change of sabotage or eavesdropping. If there are no more questions, your shift will start.” the voice said.

The guys looked at each other, it was pretty straightforward of what needed to happen. “How do we know which tools to choose?” Andy asked eventually.

“Well, if you want to know what toys to use, I would say test them out.” The voice said, “Let the production start boys.”

The intercom was locked off and a ‘300’ appeared on each monitor and counted down. Damian and Brandon were shouting and panicking from confusion and fear, desperately trying to break free. The jocks didn’t mind them, they hurried to the tables. They needed to choose their tools, and fast.

[Donnie left his ordinary life for a weekend and met up with an older man for his first experience, who in a caring way seduced him and became a sexual mentor to his marriage. See Uncovering Repressed Desires 01 & 02]

Donnie did as instructed and called his wife, made something up about the band at the bar, when recounting the night to Mel on the phone, talking about getting “hit on” by a couple women. They discussed his day to come on Saturday and what time she’d be back on Sunday. He asked about the baby and then hung up after an “I Love you.”

Mr. Donovan had showered and he told Donnie there was a towel in there for him, He was roaming the room naked before finding a robe and laying one out for Donnie. “Head up the stairs when you’re done, breakfast should be ready.”

Donnie took inventory of his body, his arse a little sore from the first time experience, but reasonably comfortable. He was relaxed, a little tired as the water of the shower woke him up. He dried off, Donnie’s cock semi-hard thinking of the man entering him and coating his insides he recalled some of the deposit had leaked out onto his leg going to the bathroom in the morning.

“Eveyln has a fine breakfast for us, and your clothes are folded on the couch,” Mr. Donovan said. “I’ve got a 10 a.m. tee time so I’m heading out soon.”

Donnie felt somewhat lost, in between two worlds, one new and one established for him at birth by society. He sat and ate, the robe opening some he just let it show himself dangling as he devoured the eggs, toast, bacon and coffee. Mr. Donovan watched him, making some small talk about the weather being warm, the golf course he was playing and the group he was meeting.

“We’re full today, or I would have invited you along,” Mr. Donovan said. “I’d love to show you off, but another day.”

The words ‘show you off’ brought more life to his penis, so he flopped the robe back over it, not sure he wanted Eveyln to see him excited.

“Do you remember your assignment?” Mr. Donovan said playfully.

“Have my wife suck me off…deep throat me like you taught me,” Donnie said, though wishing his elder mentor was down on his cock right then, and before Mr. Donovan could ask him what else. “And talk to her about fucking her in the ass, or at least ask for it once or twice.”

Mr. Donovan smiled and rose his coffee cup up in salute before adding, “You could just ‘mistakenly’ thrust forward and get a quick entry.” putting air quotes around ‘mistakenly’ telling of a friend who started down the road with his girlfriend that way. Donnie laughed, even more erect now and said “I may have to try that.”

They talked a little longer, before getting dressed. They stood in the foyer of the big house, Donnie in his robe with his hard cock, his mentor in golfing attire. Mr. Donovan leant in and kissed him softly, “James will be contacting you and don’t worry, we’ll ease into this, I’ve got a busy couple weeks.”

Disappointed he didn’t get satisfied, Donnie got dressed, gathered all his things and left, thanked Evelyn and walked out to his car. Sitting on the passenger seat was an envelope. He opened it and there were 15 100$ bills inside and a note that read, “A rose rises above the thorns”. He drove off with a smile.

Donnie got home, got online and messaged James. Donnie wanted to get things started in this process before Mel returned from the in-laws the next day and was eager to explore more. James wasn’t on so Donnie left the computer on with the message up with no one around to see.

Donnie phoned Mel around lunch, asking what she wanted him to fix or do around the house. She was honestly touched with this rare display of thoughtfulness and asked if he could do the floors up and down stairs. Donnie did these things, though starting to build a resentment to the “equity dance” of doing so things, sexually, could get “done” later.

“You got it,” Donnie said, before the “I Love You” and hanging up. He wondered if he meant that, if their “love” got redefined that weekend, the hot passion he felt now for Mr. Donovan.

“You made a good impression on Mr. Donovan,” James messaged back to Donnie, finally replying. “I’m surprised he didn’t have you golf with him, but I’m guessing he wants a chance to coach you up on his group.”

“His group?” Donnie asked, further intrigued and sprouting hard on’s like a middle schooler.

“Um, yeah,” James said, sort of letting the cat out of the bag to see if Donnie would run or not. “They are older business men who all have fuck-boys like you, on and off and sometimes, well, they share. Not always.”

Donnie’s head swam a little, like what was he talking about an all male orgy situation or just trading off. Maybe this was too much to consider and more lurid than he had sensed from dealing with just Mr. Donovan. Or maybe it was just what he wanted.

“But he’s cool, wherever you want it to go, I’m sure will be fine,” James continued. “I mean, he really enjoyed last night so I doubt he’ll istanbul travesti be in a sharing mood anytime soon. What are you thinking?”

“Fuck, I don’t know,” Donnie said. “Last night was a mind-fuck as it was, now you’re telling me about group, male sex?”

“I told you that was a possibility before. In the chat,” James said. “He compensated you nicely I’m told.”

“Ah, yes very nicely,” Donnie said, feeling the envelop sitting besides his computer. “For something I definitely enjoyed.”

“He’s a good guy and knows how to play this game with married men,” James continued. “So are your ready to hear how to move forward?”

Donnie messaged “yes” and James started laying out the details, first having Donnie set up a separate email for personal correspondences. James would send “official” business and golfing documents to his regular email account on AOL. The “official” emails would be connected to how they were going to offer and hire Donnie, come in to golf or any variety of ways that would make sense to Mel.

“We like to be flexible, and make if financially beneficial so your wife doesn’t mind so much you’re giving up time.” James said. “I’d normally start with you two being golfing buddies and doing “best balls” but your drive needs something more than golf and that amount of cash screams ‘job.’ I suggest you do something with that $1500 you just got that doesn’t draw any questions.”

Donnie told him he was going to pay down his Discover card that he had told her he was paying down, but really wasn’t. “It’s a perfect cover for the short term.”

“We’ll begin with you being hired in some capacity, as an educator for a branch of his business. You know, designing and delivering curriculum to new sales people.” James continued. “He’s actually hired a couple of men from this type of experience, one still works for us, Micheal I think his name is.”

James finished by testing out his new email address with Mr. Donovan’s itinerary for the month, telling him to make himself available 2-3 dates after next week. Since it was summer and Donnie was off he said he’d get three for sure and asked if he wanted four.

“Mr. Donovan said 2-3, so let’s stick to that,” James replied, then added. “Be sure to engage your wife when you get home. You need to have a routine of being with him and then being with her, otherwise you’ll start losing desire for your wife.” James signed off and Donnie, who was surprisingly erect thinking of the possibilities for the month, stayed on and even dipped into a few chat rooms. Donnie ended up messaging several men and a young woman, and ended up getting all three off before getting to chores around the house.

Mel called around 2 p.m. and said she’d decided to come home a day early as the baby was unsettled and her folks were going to go out to friends. “I might as well get him to sleep by driving the three hours home.”

Donnie was glad he was going to get the chance to reconnect with her immediately on Saturday night. Week nights were never a strength for getting sex, so they had the weekend, even though as educators they were off for the summer. She would be home, the baby would go to sleep and he’d push the new sexual agenda forward and if not successful, he’d have all day Sunday.

Mel returned and was tired and cranky, just like their son. Donnie had enough forethought, even early in their marriage, to share some of the burden around the house off of her shoulders. He had thawed some steaks, had the grill lit before she got home and even diced vegetables for a salad and got potatoes going in the oven, his favorite way to get them baked. He dropped the resentment thoughts and focused on getting her to complete the assignment he’d been given.

“Heating up the house on a hot day,” Mel said in reference to the baked potatos, giving all the information he needed about her mood. “You could have just microwaved them.”

They were still young enough in marriage that they argued over small things like ‘how to cook/bake a potato. Donnie would take it personally thinking he’d made a lot of concessions in their relationship He felt not baking “baked potatoes” was not something he was ready to concede just yet. He’d already given up on blow jobs, getting her from behind, and going down on her, but not “baked potatoes”.

He thought about how their sexual hurdles were brought on after Mel reveled she had been sexually abused from a boyfriend who demanded blowjobs just about every night. Getting it from behind made Mel feel like she did as the ex-boyfriend forced her mouth on his cock, subdued and dominated.

It frustrated him that Mel didn’t like Donnie’s going down on her which she found just ‘ticklish’, and he backed off of even that, which he really loved doing. He really didn’t push for sex as much as he desired having it, turning now to the internet. Donnie getting a directive from his male hook up now empowered him with direction and purpose in their married bed.

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Donnie let Mel settle in, she pulling the crying baby out of the carseat while Donnie tended to the grill and the steaks. It was 6:30 p.m. and the goal was dinner by 7 p.m. He had hatched out a plan of conversation, massage, more conversation moving to sex. He knew he needed to invest in engaging her mind since Mel was with the child and her folks alone for too long.

Donnie opened a bottle of her favorite red wine, served her a glass, as she wasn’t breastfeeding anymore and she welcomed it with a smile and soft kiss on his cheek. They both went outside and sat down on the small deck, settling in as they watched their new neighbors across the way, giving them a wave, and wondering when they would introduce themselves or visa/versa.

They had moved into the house just a couple months, and Donnie and Mel noticed the neighbors had a young boy about the same age, maybe a little older. The neighbors were both tall and quite good looking, having parents over a lot and they hung with group of friends across the street. Donnie and Mel would later find out that that’s why they hadn’t met in two months, and would develop a deep friendship eventually. For now they were just “wave at you” neighbors.

Inside, Mel was feeding the baby and getting him ready to go down. The steaks were just about right, somewhere between medium rare and rare, and the potatoes and salad was ready inside. Donnie was a little worried about getting it up, feeling a little guilt but more knowing he had blown his load a couple times the day before. He knew he needed the conversation as much as she did to get himself going.

She put the baby down, “He cried all the way home, so he should fall asleep.” Saying as the baby continued to cry upstairs. They talked through it until finally, 10 minutes later, he started to quiet and eventually fall asleep. They ate in the dining room area, talking about her folks, the drive, the kid. He complimented her on her weight loss from pregnancy, which she replied on cue, “You HAVE to say that. How was the bar and the music?”

“I like that bar a lot and you know any blues is good blues,” Donnie said, not wanting to directly lie about being there. “I spent a lot of time thinking about you, and wanting you since we’ve been pretty distant sexually since the baby.”

“Well it’s not happening this weekend, I just got my period,” a statement that usually stopped all sexual discussions. Donnie had planned for that possibility, knowing it was getting close to her time. He wanted to check at least one “to do” off Mr. Donovan’s list, so he brazenly did something out of character.

“I can just fuck you in the ass then,” he joked, with a hint of seriousness. “People do that you know.”

She glared with a somewhat disgusted look as she finished a bite of salad, wiping her mouth. They had never talked about sex in that manner, just straight forward. Donnie was coy in their sexual discussions, which put her off, and now he came thundering in with a bold request.

“Ah…no.” Mel simply put. “And where did THAT come from.”

“I told you I thought about you all weekend and that was something I came up with in case it was your time,” he said continuing to put the foot on the gas, looking her straight in the eyes, another new, bold attribute residual of his hook up.

“You’re joking, right?” Mel continued with her disbelief. Then something changed, a flirtier lighter tone appeared. “Who are you?”

“I’m a man who loves his wife and wants to pleasure her,” he went on, sensing an opening.

“Pleasure me??” she said, the tone still light. “That’s all for you.”

“It’s not all for me, who knows, you might enjoy it,” Of course his new insight suggested that she might, then with 1/2 of his assignment completed since he asked, he sent for full credit. “Okay, then just suck me off,”

Donnies ultimate goal was to get her mouth on his cock, getting her to start so that he might pull off the deep throat .

“Well I’ll take that over getting it in the arse any day,” she responded.

“Deal!” Donnie said, finishing his meal and beginning to clean up.

Mel brushed into Donnie and they were connecting similar to those pre-engagement nights where flirting and innuendo dominated a path that led to raw sex. She laughed at some of his advances as he was still talking about getting her in the arse, his hand rubbing over her shorts and fingers pressing between her cheeks.

“Honestly!” She shrieked before jumping away with a giggle and smile.

He went out to get their dishes from the dinning and flashed his crotch at her, and her smile turned to a deep lick of her lips over the top and on the bottom.

He came back towards the kitchen with the plates and when he turned to go to the sink, Mel met him in the pass between the two rooms and pushed herself on him, kissing him deep. There was no problem getting an erection, travesti istanbul it shot up quickly and her hands slid down and into his shorts. Their mouths were locked as she held the great rising flesh, sliding one hand out she unbuttoned the shorts eventually releasing his cock into the air.

The back door was open, the screen door shut as Mel slid to her knees, on the floor, her mouth quickly took him. She was good with her lips and tongue, teasing the clear fluid out of him, she noticed he had been shaving his balls a little while ago and slipped to them taking them through her lips from underneath.

“Oh, Mel, Yes!” Donnie affirmed her surprising loud. She had never done that, nor finished by swallowing his load. “Yes, suck my balls, Mel.”

Mel, in her late 20s, had to give blow jobs on command as a high schooler on her parents front porch, felt the obligation to please her man for the first time in their 3-year marriage.

“Lick up my shaft to the head and back down, and keep taking them in,” Donnie commanded, testing her willingness. She looked up and nodded with them inside her red lips.

She didn’t flinch, drawing her tongue wide over the shaft and moving base to head and then base to balls, popping them in one at a time. She repeated this, getting a few loud moans from her husband, who had never asked her to do anything, always trusting her to play off his actions in bed.

Donnie enjoyed this repetitive dance, seeing himself on Mr. Donovan, getting ready to take all of his shaft in his throat just hours ago. He thought of the words to coach her to do the same, and after she repeated licking his shaft top to bottom for the fifth time and then went back on his cock, he began to coach her.

“Stand up while keeping me in your mouth,” Donnie said, she responded quickly this forcing her to bend at the waist and positioned her head back, opening up her throat to him. “Place your hands on my hips, relax and hold steady, and trust me.”

Donnie knew the outcome, discomfort before pushing through and he pushed forward feeling the resistance before sliding back. She tried to look up at him, squirming a little as he held Mel’s head tight and he pushed his cock back to the resistance before forcing almost all the way . She coughed around him a little as he held it there for a couple seconds before pulling back.

Donnie felt like he achieved that task at hand, and he slipped the length all the way out of her mouth. She looked up at him for a moment and then Mel quickly wrapped her lips around his cock again and pushed her head forward, to the resistance and then struggle to get more.

Mel was pulling on his hips! Donnie thrust forward with all his weight, her hands pulling him further and there was less of a cough as she slammed herself forward taking him again and again. They were in sync, his hips pushing his cock deep in her throat, fucking her in a manner never thought possible. His resentment melted away. back to desire for his wife, and desire to please his mentor.

Donnie couldn’t believe it, his numb, twice came the day before body, began to quiver as his brain processed the submission Mel offered to him willingly. “OHhhh Mel,” He breathed, unloading a stream of cum down her throat, her coughing becoming harder as he let a second and third spurt go. “Fuck yes!”

Donnie slid out and over her lips, his last spurt hitting her tongue. He pulled her up and kissed her, tasting himself again, sharing himself with his life partner, her first time. He felt so much love for her, having satisfied him in a way she’d hadn’t in their five year relationship.

They kissed and swirled the fluid between them, her hand reaching down and milking some more out of his cock into her hand and Mel leant back out of his kiss holding her hand up, the other around his waist.

“You owe me big time,” she said smiling, then licked the droplets out of her hand before going upstairs to brush her teeth.

Donnie had poured through Mr. Donovan’s liaison James emails after Mel went to bed. She usually went up an hour before Donnie did for the past year or so as he explored the Internet. It was easy to hear her get up and come down in the summer as the air conditioner took a break as the house cooled, and wasn’t as loud as the heater.

There was the time she had caught him, cock in hand, once in the winter and he owned up to just reading some “kinky shit”. Mel didn’t press him much thinking it was just a “guy thing” and the Internet was loaded with a lot of reading and images.

From the email Donnie picked out four possible dates that he could come in and meet Mr. Donovan, during next month. Donnie had no idea what “meet” meant, and wondered was it just sex, golf to show him off, or what? Donnie knew he was willing, especially if it meant $500-$1500 a week to do just about anything at this point.

Part of Donnie wanted to be filled again, to feel himself pushed into and the warmth jetting out inside his body from another man. He didn’t mind the discomfort of Mr. Donovan’s longer, thicker cock and found himself visualizing taking it and taking James as well. Donnie felt the soft velvet on his lips of each man’s head, one a little larger, both pushing back into his throat.