“Yes,” I agreed. “That is one of the disadvantages of being alone. It’s either a hand job, or a blowup dolly, or something similar.” I didn’t want to mention rent boys or hookers in case I picked the wrong gender.

He nodded agreeably and sipped his drink.  “The trouble with wanking is, it gets boring after a while. And I do like a bit of excitement when I have sex.”

“Excitement?” I queried. He looked away and went a bit red.

“Oh, well, just something to add a little spice,” he said vaguely. By now, the bulge in his jeans was extremely large. I nodded in that direction.

“Looks as if you’re spiced up already,” I suggested with a smile.

He glanced down and chuckled again. “It’s been a long time,” he explained, “so it doesn’t take a lot to get me hard.” He chuckled once more as he looked at me embarrassedly and, without realising it, rubbed himself once or twice. The bulge was now big enough to show the outline of his cock inside his jeans.

“It looks to me as if you’ll have to do something about that,” I said. “It’s going to burst out in a minute.”

He laughed. “Not a lot I can do now!” he muttered.

“Oh, feel free,” I said. “You know where the bathroom is if you want to go and sort yourself out.”

He looked surprised. “You wouldn’t mind?” he asked. “I mean….if I went and…. sorted myself out, as you put it.”

“Not in the least,” I assured him. “Go right ahead if you want and I’ll refresh our drinks.”

He was now rubbing the front of his jeans as he stared at me.

“Well….if you’re sure?” he said doubtfully. I gestured to the stairs.

“Go and enjoy yourself,” I said with a grin.

“A different house, different place,‑ it might make all the difference,” he said and stood up. He was now quite blatantly grasping his cock from outside his jeans and gently rubbing himself through the material. “You’re very understanding,” he said sheepishly.

“It’s not a problem,” I assured him again.

He went upstairs and I heard him go into the bathroom.  I busied myself making fresh drinks and after a while I called up and asked him if he was okay. No reply. I went up to the bathroom and called again to ask if he was okay.  Again no reply. I knocked on the bathroom door and it opened against my knock.  (I think he had left the door ajar deliberately).  He was sitting on the toilet seat, his trousers down to his ankles, and holding his  cock in his hand and rubbing himself  fast. I couldn’t help looking and what I saw I couldn't believe at first! He was wearing soft silky white ladies’ pants and sheer black holdup stockings. His cock was huge as it projected from inside his pants.  I could see his huge balls:- and they were shaved completely smooth. There was not a hair to be seen anywhere. His cock and his skin gleamed softly in the light.  He went very red as he tried to cover himself and pull up his pants and his cock wilted just a little.

“Oh God! I am sorry,” he said. “I didn't hear you and I thought I locked the door.”  (I wasn't at all sure about that!). “Oh, well, now you know my secret! I’m really embarrassed! I’m so sorry!” he blurted out, still holding his erect cock.

“No, it’s I that am sorry!” I said.  “I had no idea you were still ‘busy’.  As for your secret, well, it’s safe with me, I can promise you. Now I know what you mean about a little spice!”

He looked down at his clothing. “Oh, yes. Well, that and other things,” he admitted, going red again. “I like to wear stockings and suspenders, and ladies’ panties. I find it very erotic and exciting. But I’m sorry you had to find out that way.”

I told him it didn’t matter and not to be embarrassed.

“Actually,” I whispered with a smile, “so do I!” 

His eyes lit up. “You’re joking!  Really?” Then he looked away, embarrassed again. “You’re just trying to make me feel better,” he admonished me.

“No I’m not,” I said. “I often wear the same sort of things.” He was still holding his cock and it had got  harder again.

“I don’t believe you!” he said, shaking his head. “You’re just trying to save my embarrassment!”

I reached for my zip and pulled it down, opened the fly and showed him what I was wearing. Then throwing caution to the winds I pulled down my jeans far enough for him to be certain I was wearing soft see‑through pink ladies’ pants, and for him to see the tops of my stockings and the suspenders.

His jaw dropped as he gazed at my crotch. But I noticed that his cock had suddenly got ramrod hard and he began to stroke himself again, heedless of me.

“I’m speechless!” he murmured. “All this time we’ve known each other and we share the same likes and enjoy the same hidden pleasures and we never knew it!”

Watching him wanking gently was making me hard and I couldn’t resist a gentle rub myself. That only served to make me harder still, and he noticed.

“It’s a turn‑on, isn’t it?” he said, wanking himself harder and looking straight at my own erection.

By now I was sure that he was gay, or at the very least bi, and seeing me in front of him with my jeans half down, wearing ladies’ pants and stockings and with an erection was obviously having its effect on him.

“What is?” I enquired. “The ladies’ clothes or seeing me with a hard on?”

He was becoming a bit breathless. “Both!” he gasped. I rubbed myself again and my cock became harder still inside my pants. I could see he was enjoying the sight of it. He was now wanking himself furiously in front of me.

“Wanking my cock in front of you is a turn‑on as well!” he gasped. “Sorry! I really am! But it is!”

“Stop!” I suggested gently, pulling up my jeans and reluctantly letting my cock go. “This is a waste.”

His strokes slowed as he looked at me in puzzlement. “What do you mean?” he asked.

“Now we know each other’s little secrets,” I explained, “why are we in the bathroom when there’s a perfectly good bedroom next door?”

“Oh!” he exclaimed. “You mean……you and I….really? You’re happy to….I mean, if we both….”

He trailed off, but the thought was evidently too much for his frustration to cope with because he suddenly let out a groan and muttered, “Oh! I’m sorry but I have to cum! I can’t stop it now!”

And giving his huge cock one or two last strokes he quickly pulled up the front of his pants and jerked several times as he shot his cum into them. I could see the wet stain appearing as the cum oozed through the soft material. There was a lot of it.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” he gasped yet again. “It was too late! The thought of you…and seeing your cock hard inside those lovely soft pants…it was too much!”

“Stop apologising!” I said. “That was obviously a good wank and I’m pleased for you. But now there’s something I’d like to do!”

He looked at me enquiringly but I said nothing, just reached forward and rubbed my hand over his pants, feeling the warm cum beneath my fingers. I rubbed gently, wiping his cum over the front of his pants, and then quickly reached inside the waistband and took his cock in my hand, wiping the remains of the cum over it.

“Oh! That’s nice!” he murmured breathlessly. “That’s very nice! I like the feel of your hand on me!”

I withdrew my hand and straightened up. “Come on,” I suggested. “Now we have nothing to hide from each other, so let’s go and enjoy our drinks. We’ll let you recover a bit, and if you’re still up for it we’ll enjoy ourselves again a bit later.”

“Oh, I’m up for it, alright!” he agreed. He stood up and pulled up his jeans over his damp pants. I led the way downstairs and gave him his drink. We sipped and I said, “I see what you mean about adding a little spice. Nice that we don’t have any secrets now.”

He looked away. “You don’t know all my secrets,” he murmured.

“Well,” I offered, “if you want to share them with me, I’ll be pleased to know about them.”

“Not sure about that!” he muttered.

I raised an eyebrow. “Surely you can’t be shy or embarrassed now?” I said.

He didn’t answer but glanced from me to the floor and back again.

“Well, I like other things as well,” he said, “but I’m not sure you’d be interested.”

“Not if it involves pain,” I agreed. “I’m not into handcuffs, whips, latex masks or domination. Other than that, if it adds zest to sex, I’m all for it.”

“Hmmph!” was his rejoinder, and he sat down and nursed his drink. We sat in companionable silence for a while.

“Can I ask a question?” he ventured.

“Go ahead. If I don’t want to answer, I won’t.”

He nodded. “I’m bi,” he admitted. “What about you?”

“The same,” I answered him. “Women were okay, but I enjoy sex with a man just as much, possibly even more.”

He nodded again. “I understand,” he said. He shook his head thoughtfully and swallowed some of his drink. “I can’t get over the sight of you dropping your jeans and showing me your lovely pants and stockings,” he mused. “And the sight of your cock, hard inside your pants was just……” he shook his head again.

“And I have to say that the sight of your cock was a turn‑on, too,” I said. “It was huge. I had no idea you had such a big cock. And you’re smooth! You shave!  Just as I do. I admit it turned me on to see you wanking that lovely smooth cock, wearing those pants and holdups. It made me hard.  And all that lovely hot cum. Yes, I admit it. It turned me on.”

He smiled at me. “Good. Let’s hope I can turn you on again, in a bit,” he said.

I felt a stirring deep inside my balls. “Oh, I’m sure you will,” I agreed. “And look.” I hesitated, trying to find the right words. “Your other, er‑ pleasures, secrets, call them what you like. If you want to try them out on me, go ahead. If I don’t like anything, be sure I’ll let you know!”

He looked at me for a while. “Maybe,” he answered. “I don’t want to spoil what promises to be a terrific evening by –“

“Night,” I interrupted him. “Why don’t you stay the night? That way there’s no rush and we can take as much time as we like over our pleasures.”

He stared at me, surprised. “Okay!” he agreed. “I’d love to! But……I’m still doubtful about…..”

I let him stop and ponder. Finally he made up his mind. “ I like dirty sex,” he said in a rush. He held up a hand. “Now if you don’t like that, okay, it’s fine. We don’t have to mention it again. Forget I said anything. But I love to be dirty when I have sex. Sometimes,” he added.

“By dirty, you mean…..” I prompted him.

Once more he looked embarrassed. “I like to wet myself,” he admitted. “And more.”

 I thought about it. “You mean you like to pee yourself?”

“In my pants,” he agreed.

“And the more?”

He looked away from me and swallowed the last of his drink,  for some Dutch courage, I suspected.

I decided not to help him out. “You don’t want to tell me?” I suggested.

He didn’t look at me. “I’ll tell you if you’re sure we can still…. um. Enjoy each other. As long as you don’t change your mind, because I really want to hold your cock and wank you, at the very least. If you don’t like what I like, that’s fine, but don’t let it stop us having sex, please?”

I nodded. “That’s fair enough. I promise I won’t change my mind. But if I don’t like the thought of whatever it is you do, then we won’t do that. Okay?”

He looked relieved and glanced at his empty glass. I poured some more Dutch courage into it for him and he took a big swallow.

“I like to fill my pants too,” he blurted. “I like to do a shit in them and feel it all over my ass and my balls and my cock.” He watched me for a moment. “Now you know,” he added defiantly.  “Dirty, very dirty and not ‘normal’.” He made a sign of apostrophe marks in the air with his fingers.

I thought about it. It wasn’t something I’d tried before. I tried to imagine the feel of a warm brown packet oozing into my own pants. The thought wasn’t unpleasant. I thought about that warm brown stuff sinking down to cover my balls and nestling in the crotch of my pants. The idea was rather appealing and my cock twitched.

“But harmless,” I pointed out. “Maybe not normal for most people, but there are thousands, if not millions, of people all around the world who enjoy it.”

Now he looked at me and was obviously waiting for me to complete the punch line. I finished my own drink.

“I don’t think it would bother me,” I finished for him. “I find the idea rather erotic.”

He looked very relieved. “Yes,” he said. “I find it erotic too. But if you don’t want –“

It was my turn to hold up a hand. “Let’s see what happens,” I suggested. “If we find we want to, we will, if not, we won’t.”

He looked pleased, then crestfallen at the thought that it might not happen.

“Okay,” he agreed. “Plenty of other things we can enjoy, anyway.”

But I knew from his expression that he was hoping we would do these things together, and to be honest, I rather liked the idea myself. All in good time.

We spent an enjoyable evening, talking, drinking and reminiscing about various escapades in our lives, complimenting or denouncing mutual acquaintances.

At one point he stood up and said, “Must go to the bathroom.”

“I’ll come with you,” I said.

In front of the bowl he unzipped and produced his cock. I gently curled my fingers round it, feeling the warmth and the smoothness of it. He started to grow hard as his pee flowed out. I unzipped my jeans with the other hand.

“I didn’t want you to wet your pants now,” I said to him.

“I wasn’t going to,” he said, surprised, “but why not?”

“Because there is all that lovely cum on them,” I explained, “ and I didn’t want it washed away. I want to taste that, later.”

I suddenly turned to him and pushed his cock inside my jeans. I could feel the warmth through my own pants as it nestled against my own cock.

“But you can wet me,” I told him.

His eyes lit up and I felt the hot gush as he let the last of his piss go, soaking my pants and the front of my jeans. It flowed over my cock and down my thighs.

“Nice!” I said as the flow stopped. “Yes, I like that!” I stroked him gently and he began to get hard again. He thrust against me, his cock buried inside my jeans.

“Do you want me to cum on you?” he whispered.

“Not now,” I said and pulled away from him. “Later, yes, lots of it! As much as you can!”

I felt my own erection starting, and he must have seen it in my eyes because his hand slid into my jeans and through the softness of my pants I felt his fingers curl round my semi‑hard cock and begin to rub.

“I want that!” he whispered. “I want to hold that and feel its heat, its hardness. I want to take it inside my mouth and suck it! I want to feel your cum gush over me!”

Now I was really hard and I wanted him to continue wanking me.

“Do you know what I want?” I asked quietly.

“Tell me!” he urged, still holding me tightly and wanking me through the material of my pants.

“I want to cum inside your pants!” I told him. “I want you to wank me till I cum, and I want to shoot it all inside your lovely soft pants so that it mixes with your own cum!”

He reached down inside the elastic waistband of my pants and gently pulled my cock outside them.

“Nice!” he breathed. “Oh, nice and smooth! And hard! Yes! Do it! I’m going to stroke you and hold you and wank you till you cum and I want to feel all that hot sticky cream inside my pants!”

He moved his hand faster, wanking me hard and my cock was rigid in his grasp. He pulled down the waist of his own pants and aimed my cock at them.

“Whenever you want!” he said. “Your cock is lovely! I love holding it and wanking you! Shoot your hot cum into my pants!”

And the words, and the thought, were enough and I couldn’t hold back, great gouts of hot white cum shooting from my cock as he continued to stroke me, hitting his smooth, soft, shaven skin and running down inside his pants to nestle there with his own half dry cum.

“Aaaahh! Nice! Hot and creamy!” he murmured.

As the last drops oozed from the tip of my cock he suddenly squatted down and rubbed it over his face, licking the tip and collecting the last few drops of my cum.

“Beautiful!” he murmured. He stood up, took my hand and rubbed it over his pants so that the palm of my hand was wet with cum. Then he licked my palm, savouring the taste of my cum again.

“That was nice!” I told him breathlessly. “Now I need to pee myself.”

I let the flow run, and he held my cock as I pissed.

“Oh, I do hope I’m going to get some of that later!” he murmured.

“You will,” I promised.

I made us something to eat, a big helping for each to get our strength up, and afterwards we sat and made further inroads into the bottle.

“I’m so pleased we’ve ended up like this,” he said eventually, “you know, knowing about each other and enjoying each other’s bodies. I have to tell you it’s a great relief for me to know we can share and enjoy sex together.”

“Yes,” I agreed. “I was surprised when I saw you in the bathroom, especially wearing those pants and holdups, but of course, I didn’t know you liked that, and you didn’t know I did, either. Yes, I agree. It’s nice to be able to share such pleasures.”

He smiled and rubbed the front of his jeans. “I’m so looking forward to enjoying you,” he admitted. “It will be nice if I can fuck you too.”

I must have looked doubtful. His cock really is huge when it’s hard.

“I won’t hurt, if that’s what you’re thinking, I promise,” he continued earnestly. “If I can fuck you I’ll be very gentle.”

“Your cock is huge,” I said. “Bigger than mine. I don’t know if I can take it.”

He smiled at me. “But I know I want you in me!” he said. “I really want you to fuck me, hard! But I want to wank you too. And suck you. It could be a long night!”

We laughed. I thought about his big, hard cock probing at my ass and the thought began to make me hard. Then I thought about him holding me and wanking me again, and I got harder still. He was watching me.

“You’re getting hard,” he pointed out. “What are you thinking about?”

“You,” I admitted. “You wanking me, even fucking me. And me wanking you and fucking you. Yes, it’s making me hard.”

He came over to me then, and knelt on the floor in front of me.

“Relax and enjoy,” he whispered, and gently unzipped my jeans. He caressed the outside of my cock through the soft pants, and at each gentle stroke of his fingers I grew harder until I was totally erect and my cock was straining inside my pants. Gently his fingers curled round me and began to wank me again. I couldn’t believe how hard it was making me and I knew I was going to cum quickly.

“Where do you want me to cum?” I murmured.

“In my mouth,” he answered, and pulled my cock free of the top of my pants. He licked around it, the tip, the back, caressing it with his tongue and making it wet and slippery.

“Cum in my mouth,” he repeated and so saying, opened his lips and slid my cock inside his mouth, holding the base gently with his fingers and thumb as he continued to wank me and suck me at the same time.

I was holding back as much as I could but the feeling was so pleasurable I knew I was only moments away.

“Don’t swallow!” I gasped.

He looked at me with a raised eyebrow without stopping his movements.

“I want it back!” I gasped again. “Give it all back to me in my pants!”

His eyes signalled he understood and he took me even deeper into his mouth as I pushed my hips forward to meet him.

And then I felt it, that movement deep within my balls which meant that my cum had started its journey to the open air and suddenly I gushed a huge amount of hot cum into his mouth.

It leaked from around his lips as he sucked and sucked and wanked me with his fingers even harder and faster and I came again, and again, filling his mouth with my hot cream. I groaned in sheer pleasure as I shot my spunk into his mouth, and then sank back, completely sated.

His eyes smiled as he released my cock from his lips. Keeping them tightly closed he nuzzled my pants and pulled down the waistband. Gently he released the cum into them and I enjoyed the warm stickiness as my own cum soaked into them, running over my cock and down to my balls.

“Oh, that was nice!” I gasped. “That was NICE!”

He gently nuzzled his face from side to side on my pants, wiping the last few drops of cum onto them.

“Glad you enjoyed it,” he said with a grin.

“I do love you wanking me!” I had to admit to him. “I’ll return the favour later!”

He nodded. “I’m looking forward to it!” he agreed.

We finished the bottle as we watched a movie on TV.  I suggested we take another one upstairs with us. I had recovered from the huge climax which had emptied my balls, and the thought of going to bed with him, wearing those erotic ladies’ pants and being able to freely touch, lick, suck and feel his body was already turning me on again. Switching off the TV and the lights, we went up to the bedroom.  Setting the bottle and glasses down on the bedside table I looked at him. I stripped off my tee-shirt and he did the same.

“Lie down,” I suggested.

He grinned and obligingly lay full length on the bed.

I lay beside him and gently stroked his thigh. It was warm beneath his jeans. I rubbed and stroked gently, moving my hand higher and higher, nearer his crotch. I could see his cock getting hard inside his jeans. My hand passed gently over it, feeling the heat of it and it twitched beneath my fingers.

“Yes!” he murmured. “Nice!”

I grasped as much of his erect cock as I could through his jeans and began to rub him. His breath became faster and his eyes closed in pleasure.

I undid the top of his jeans and slowly unzipped them. His cock burst out from them, still inside his soft, silky pants, but so big that the top two inches were already protruding from the waistband. I moved on the bed and bent to nuzzle my face against his pants, feeling his hot, hard cock against my cheek and then my lips. I sucked at the material of his pants, tasting the mixture of his cum and my own. It was delicious, slightly salty, creamy and sticky. I felt his cock straining inside his pants as my mouth traced the outline of it.

Pausing for a few moments I pulled his jeans down and off him. He arched his back to help me and then lay back with the holdups and the thin, soft material of his pants and his cock strained inside them. I pulled my own jeans off too, and lay beside him again. His hands roved over the tops of my stockings and his fingers traced the line of the suspenders up to my own pants.

“So sexy!” he gasped. “So nice!”

 I bent to kiss his thigh and felt the warmth of his hot, smooth skin.  I grasped his cock again and rubbed him gently.  I licked the tip of it and my tongue continued to caress his helmet, the back of it and probe gently at the tiny hole. He pushed upwards against my hand.

“Oh! I’m going to cum!” he gasped. “Do something, please!  Take my cock outside my pants!”

I pulled the top of the silky material down and his cock sprung out, ramrod straight and hard as a rock. I marvelled at the size of it.  My lips closed over it and I took as much as I could in my mouth. It tasted divine, of pee and cum, and his own hot flavour.  He pushed upwards, trying to get all of his cock in my mouth but there was no way I could take it all. I felt him quiver and knew he was about to erupt.

Quickly I released his cock from my lips and it pointed straight up in the air, quivering, with a tiny drop of precum oozing from the tip. I quickly licked that up and savoured the taste of it.  He groaned and thrust his hips upwards. I rolled over to him, kneeling above him with his huge cock pointing straight up at my balls. Pulling the leg of my pants aside I lowered myself onto it and felt that huge member slide inside my pants, up against my own semi-hard cock. I grasped it outside my pants and wanked him once, twice, and that was it.

He thrust up, hard and I felt his hot cum shoot out of his cock and onto mine, into my pants and against my skin. The hot stickiness ran down my cock and onto my balls. And still he kept shooting more and more. My pants were soaked and I felt the hotness run down my thigh as I continued to rub him, his cock twitching and quivering inside my pants as I wanked the last tiny drops of cum from him.

He sank back, gasping for breath and I gently eased upwards and off his cock, now a little softer but still enormous in its semi-hard state.

I rubbed my hand over my pants and felt his warm cum on my fingers. I licked them and tasted his cum, and then did it again, trying to collect as much as I could from the wet material of my pants and lick it from my fingers.

I lay back beside him as he recovered his breath.

“God! That was amazing!” he gasped.

I was now more than semi-hard  and I began to wank myself, holding my cock outside my wet pants. I suddenly realised that the fact that they were wet was turning me on. The thought of all his cum in them, the feel of the warm cum on my hands as I rubbed myself and the sensation of the stickiness on my own cock and skin suddenly made me completely erect.

He was watching me, still slightly short of breath.

“Your turn!” he grinned. “What do you want to do?”

And suddenly I knew what I wanted. I thought about it briefly and the very thought made me quiver in expectation.

“I want to fuck you,” I said.

He nodded. “Which way?” he asked me. Shall I kneel in front of you or shall I sit on you?”

“Sit on me,” I told him, and he rose up to kneel above me.

I was still wanking myself very gently through my pants. His cock was in front of me, softer now but still big, and I wished he was hard again already. I loved holding his big cock and making him cum but I knew he needed time to recover.

Reaching between his legs he pulled aside his own pants and began to lower himself towards me. I pulled down my own pants and my cock rose from inside them. He lowered himself some more and I guided the tip of my own hard cock inside his pants and against the cheeks of his ass. He moved a little and I felt the tip of my cock press against his rosebud.

I pushed upwards as he sank lower and I felt my cock enter him, a little resistance and then I was sliding into his ass. It was warm, and felt wet. He smiled with pleasure as he felt me inside him.

“Nice!” he murmured. “Fuck me!”

And he began to move up and down, sliding on my cock as I strained upwards, trying to push every inch of me into his ass. We looked at each other.

“You know,” he murmured softly, “that if you fill me with cum, it will have to come out afterwards?”

I nodded. “I know. Fine. Let it come out.”

And he gave a little nod and moved harder and stronger and I felt the warmth of his ass surrounding my cock and I pushed up hard, almost lifting myself off the bed as I shot my cum into him, again and again and again, filling his ass with my own hot stickiness. It lubricated his hole and my cock and the fact that it was surrounded by wetness made me stay hard for longer than I could have imagined and I jerked again as the last drops of cream shot from my cock into his ass.

Now it was I who was breathless and I sank back, and he lifted himself from my cock and rolled to lie beside me.

“Gorgeous!” I said. “A wonderful fuck!”

“Certainly was,” he agreed. “Love the feel of you in my ass. Love the feel of your hot cum squirting into me.”

I reached over and filled our glasses.

“A little rest,” I suggested, “ and then we’ll find something else to do.”

He nodded his agreement and we half lay, half sat against the pillows and relaxed with our drinks.

At one point he bent forward and his fingers eased my cock from my pants. He took me in his mouth and I felt him sucking me. But it was much too soon to get hard again. He resumed his position against the pillows and smiled at me.

“Just tasting the last drops of your cum,” he explained, “and anything else that I could.”

I guessed what he meant. There could only be one other thing he could taste on my cock.

“Nice?” I asked.

“Oh, yes!” he answered. “Just enough to taste but not too much.”

I opened the top of my pants and looked at my sleeping cock. Most of it was brown and there was brown on the front of my pants too, mixing with the cum.

“Well, you didn’t taste all of it,” I said.

“Oh no. Saving it for later,” he grinned.

We lay for a while and sipped our drinks.

“Do you wear those clothes outside?” he asked me.

“Usually,” I told him. “I try to wear them all the time. I have other things I like to wear, slips, bloomers,  holdups like yours.”

He nodded. “We’re so much the same,” he said. “I wear my stuff whenever I can. It’s rare that I don’t have any of it on.” He sighed. “It’s so nice to find a like-minded person.”

I nodded and we relaxed for a while.

Eventually I asked,” What do you want to do now?”

“I know exactly what I want to do,” he answered firmly. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

“Waiting for me?”

He looked at me seriously.

“It’s decision time, I’m afraid,” he said. “If you’re okay with my, er, desires. Or not. In which case I’ll go to the bathroom. I’m struggling to hold everything in here.”

“Aah. I see.” I paused. I thought about what he wanted to do. And the more I thought about it, the more I wanted him to do it.

“Do it,” I told him, equally firmly.

He cocked an eyebrow. “Sure? Once it’s done, it’ll be too late to change your mind.”

“Do it,” I said again.

He nodded and rolled over to squat on the bed, his legs astride me as I lay beneath him.

“Put your hand on my ass,” he said.

I reached between his legs, feeling that huge cock, soft now, rub against my arm as I curved my hand round under his pants to place my palm against his cheeks.

He closed his eyes and there was a pause. Then I felt something gently pushing against my palm and I realised with a thrill of erotic pleasure that he had let go and was emptying himself, filling his pants with my cum, and his own brown stuff. The pressure grew as he expelled everything he had. A warm bulge nestled in my hand, soft, squashy and unbelievable erotic.  He pushed himself against my hand and I felt it all move inside his pants, squashing against his skin. I felt him tense as he used his muscles to push the last remainder out of himself and my hand filled again as he finally opened his eyes and looked at me questioningly.

“Nice,” I admitted. “The feel of all your shit inside your pants is nice.” I massaged the bulge gently and he closed his eyes again, this time in pleasure.

“Use your fingers to pull it down inside my pants,” he instructed. “I want to feel it on my balls.”

I did so, gently easing and teasing the huge bulge down into the crotch of his pants, massaging it against his balls and teasing it further round to the front of his silky pants, not so white now, but soft and erotic against my fingers. His cock once again began to grow hard as I teased his warm brown stuff round onto his cock.

He lowered himself gently until his ass was resting against my own soft cock and I felt the shit against me through my pants, warm, soft, squashy and to my surprise I felt my own cock getting hard yet again. He rubbed himself back and forth a couple of times, spreading his packet over his own balls and cock, inside those soft pants.

“Yeeeeessss!” he breathed.  Rubbing against my cock, getting hard again itself, made him hard too and the tip of his cock, covered as it was with his own brown stuff, began to protrude outside the waistband of his pants.

The feel of his full pants and the feel of him rubbing against me had succeeded in bringing me to a full erection again. He reached down and grabbed my cock through my pants, wanking me gently.

Suddenly he moved, turning completely round and kneeling in front of me, facing the foot of the bed.

“Put your cock in my pants!” he urged me. “Fuck my pants! Push it in my full pants and cum!”

I knelt up behind him and pulled my cock out from the top of my own pants. It was hard, and still mostly brown from being inside his ass. The thought of pushing it deep into his pants and being surrounded by all that brown warmth was amazing and I lunged forward, pushing my cock feverishly into the leg of his pants and feeling my cock slide into that incredible bulge of warmth. It made me so hard it was almost painful and I wanted to cum immediately.

“Fuck my pants!” he said again urgently. “Yes! Yes! Fuck my shit and cum into it! Make it even softer and wetter! I want to feel your cock against mine, and my balls!”

And I pounded at him hard because it was better than I could ever have imagined and I wanted to stay there and feel all that warm brown shit around my cock for ever but I wanted to cum too because I was bursting, and I grabbed his hips and pulled him against me as I thrust into his pants and let my hot cream shoot into them. The warmth in his pants squashed against me as I thrust at him and I felt the heat of my own cum as it mixed with the shit and surrounded my cock.

I gasped and gasped as I fucked his pants and it was heavenly. Finally I finished and I sagged against him, completely spent.

He turned round to face me again, still kneeling over me and began to wank himself through his pants.

“Oh, it’s so nice!” he breathed, his eyes gleaming. “To have my pants full, to know your cum is in there too, to feel my own shit on my cock as I hold it, it’s just so nice!”

He wanked himself hard, and again I marvelled at the size of his huge cock, straining in his own hand, covered with his soft brown stuff which I could see was acting as a lubricant too. His hand was grasping his cock hard, but sliding easily up and down its length. He paused and massaged some more of his packet up from the crotch of his pants and onto his cock.

“Yes!” he breathed again. “Yes!”

And suddenly he turned round once more, facing my feet and pushing his body backwards. He lay forward and I felt him at the waist of my own pants. His cock thrust inside them, touching my own which was still sensitive and made me jerk. I felt his hand still wanking himself inside my pants as his hard cock rubbed against mine. I felt him fetch more of his brown load and push it into the front of my pants and then he withdrew his hand and jerked back and forth as he fucked my pants, his cock thrusting against mine and pushing out the crotch of  my pants as he slid back and forth in the soft brown shit that nestled against my cock.

He gave a huge jerk and stayed thrust forwards and I felt his hot cum gush from him into my pants, saturating them and covering my cock and his in white creamy stickiness which mixed with the soft brown stickiness that was already there. He let out a huge groan as he came, once, twice, three times and still more of his hot cum squirted into my pants. It ran down onto my balls and I felt it on my thighs as it leaked out from the elastic at the legs.

Finally he relaxed against me, his cock still buried inside my pants.

“Oh, God! God!” was all he could manage to gasp.

His ass was just in front of me as he lay gasping on me and I gently massaged his cheeks through the soft silk of his pants, persuading the last remaining brown stuff trapped inside them to slide down to his rosebud. I rubbed at his hole gently and he pushed backwards against my finger a little.

“Yes! That too, soon!” he murmured.

Finally he sat up, rolled off me and lay beside me.

“Where’s my drink?” he enquired. “I really need a rest after that!”

And so we lay, recovering after our sex and sipping at our drinks as our heart rates slowed and our breathing became normal again.

After a while he glanced at my pants, then at me. There was a hopeful look in his eyes.

“I suppose….is there a chance you might…..?” he trailed off and looked at my pants again.

I thought about it. I could feel a pressure inside me. I thought it very likely. Did I want to? Yes.

“I think it’s quite likely, quite soon,” I said.

His eyes glowed in expectation of pleasure to come.

“Let me know when it’s time,” he said. “I want to enjoy every second of it when you do it!”

“Right now,” I said, “I need to pee.”

“In my pants!” he said immediately. “On top of me and go inside the leg and let it all go on me!”

So now I rolled over to lie on him, holding my cock and pushing it inside his pants leg.

“Are you sure?” I asked him. “I think there might be quite a lot.”

“I’m sure,” he said positively. “Are you sure about your bed?”

“Sheets can be washed,” I answered, and without more ado I let myself go and felt my hot piss gush out into his pants. His eyes closed again and he just kept breathing ‘yes!’ quietly as he felt my flow soak into his pants and his shit and my cum. I was right. There was a lot of it. I felt it soaking into my own pants too, and the feeling was very erotic and sexy.

“Yes!” he repeated, again and again. “More! Beautiful! So hot! Wonderful!”

Eventually I finished and withdrew my cock and lay back beside him. His eyes remained closed but his hand went to his pants and he massaged his cock through them, squelching in the wetness and the brownness and rubbing it over his pants as much as he could. Then he did the same to me, rubbing my pants and holding my cock through the material, massaging his own cum and my piss into a glorious wet, sticky mixture that I could feel on my skin and on my cock.

We were silent for a while, enjoying the feelings.  Idly I reached over and rubbed his cock gently again.

“I love you doing that,” he said. “It’s so nice when someone else  holds your cock and wanks you.”

“What do you want to do now?” I asked.  I had a feeling I knew what he wanted. “Do you want me to wank you until you cum and shoot your cum on me, into your pants, or into my cock and balls, or do you want me to roll over  so that you can push your cock into me and fuck my ass?” 

“I want to fuck you!” he said with a guttural growl. “Very much! Wank my cock a bit!”

I reached for his cock and began to rub him slowly to make him erect yet again. It wasn’t instantaneous, but it didn’t take long. Gradually his huge cock, wet, glistening and quite brown from our previous exploits, began to show itself above the waist of his pants, equally wet and brown now.

“I’ll sit on you,” I told him. I wasn’t going to do this any other way at first. If his enormous length and girth was going to slide into my ass I wanted to control how it happened.

He nodded, and pulled his cock free of his pants. Again it stood, a ramrod hard pole and I moved to straddle him. He reached up, rubbed my cock and massaged my balls for a moment then pulled aside the leg of my wet, brown pants.  Gently I lowered myself until I felt the tip of his rod probing at my cheeks.  He guided it to my rosebud and I felt a twinge of worry. I really wanted to feel his cock fucking me but I was still dubious about being able to accept that huge gleaming rod in me. I lowered myself a little more and now the tip of his cock was pushing at my rosebud,  straining to enter. I’ve long since learnt that the best way to accept something in the ass is push out as if emptying yourself, not clench your buttocks, which is the natural reaction and tightens everything up. So I closed my eyes and pushed outwards, moving a little lower at the same time. I felt his hands moving and guessed that he was lubricating his length, either with the wet piss in our pants, or perhaps some of the brown packet that nestled within.  His hands reached up and gently grasped my hips easing me downwards and now I felt that huge rod pushing my muscle aside and sliding slowly into me.  It felt huge, enormous. It was huge. Gradually he slid further into me and I could feel every inch of him as his cock gradually probed further and further into my ass. 

“Oh, that’s nice!” he murmured. “I can feel heat, and wetness. I think you’re full!”

I thought I was too.  The feel of his member in me made me want to expel, and I knew that as soon as he withdrew I would have to.

By now I could feel the tip of him deep inside me and pushing at the top of my bowels. I was just about to say ‘enough, I can’t take any more’, when he breathed out a long sigh.

“I’m in you,” he said, almost wonderingly. “I’m right inside you and it’s gorgeous!”

Gently I moved up and down, and whatever it was that was lubricating us worked, because I could feel him sliding easily inside me as I moved. He pushed his hips upwards to meet my movements.  His hands were still grasping my hips, working me up and down on his length. His movements became more urgent, faster, his upward heaves more thrusting and each time I felt that magnificent cock slide deep within my asshole.

“God, that’s so good!” he breathed. “Fucking you is just so nice!”

Now he was really heaving at me and his hands were pulling me down onto his length more urgently.

 “I wish we could do this doggy style!” he gasped.

“If you come out, I shall have to let go,” I warned him.

“Roll over with me,” he pleaded, and stopped his movements, staying buried as deep as he could inside me.

Gently and carefully we both rolled to one side, making sure that he stayed inside me. He supported his weight on one hand as I drew my knees up and managed to get in a kneeling position.  He straightened himself behind me and again his hands grasped my hips, now pulling me backwards onto him.

“Oh, yes!” he gasped. “Now I want to fuck you and fuck you!” And he began to move again, thrusting at me and sliding almost his entire length in and out of me without ever actually allowing himself to withdraw.

“Oh, that is just heaven!” he gasped, quite loudly it seemed to me.  “I’m fucking you! I’m fucking your lovely, wet, tight, full ass!” And he thrust harder and deeper and I really wanted to expel him and everything I had, but there was no way I could do that while he was still thrusting his huge cock inside my man-cunt, filling me to the exclusion of all else.

“Let me rape you!” he gasped.

And without more ado he pounded at me so hard that each movement sent me forward onto the pillows. I could feel his huge balls banging against me as he thrust and pounded and pushed every inch of that huge, magnificent cock as hard and as deep as he possibly could into my ass hole. He started to talk, muttering to himself rather than me.

“I love being in your ass! My cock is filling your ass and I can feel all your shit surrounding it as I fuck you! And it’s nice to fuck you hard! I’m raping you! I’m fucking your tight ass and I’m going to fill you with my cum! I’m going to shoot all my hot cream into your ass, into your shit and I’m going to fill you so full when I cum---”

And I felt him jerk, and a hot gush inside me as the first jet of his cum shot out of his cock and into my ass. He pounded again, and again another jerk and a huge spasm as he shot more cum. And now he fucked me so hard and so fast I could hardly tell if he was fully in me or half out and with each forward thrust I felt more of his hot cum gush into me.  I couldn’t believe how much there was.  Surely he must soon be finished, but it seemed not, and although it was probably only several seconds it seemed ages as he continued to thrust his great cock into me and each time he did there was another hot gush of cum spurting into me. He was sliding in and out of me even easier and faster than before and I guessed that his spunk was acting as a further lubricant.

Finally his strokes slowed and he eventually stopped, his cock buried to the hilt in me. He was gasping so hard he sounded like he’d just run a mile or more.

We stayed like that for several minutes. His cock was gradually becoming softer within me, although it was still enormous.  I liked the feeling of him being deep in me, but I knew that soon he would withdraw, and I wanted him to be ready.

“Let me know when you’re going to leave me,” I said, “because as soon as you do, I’m going to let go.”

“Yes!” he gasped. “Yes! In a moment!  I want to put my hand against your ass as you do it! I want to feel you fill your pants!”

And then he gently and very slowly began to pull his cock from me. I felt it sliding back and it seemed there was no end to it, but suddenly it was gone. I felt him pull the leg of my pants back into place and his warm hand spread over my cheeks.

I couldn’t wait for a second longer, and with relief I allowed my muscles to relax and felt the contents of my ass moving towards freedom.

With a huge gush I emptied my ass, feeling all the brown stuff that his cum had softened shoot out of my ass and into my pants. It was hot against my cheeks and there was a tremendous amount of it.  I heard him murmuring excitedly as the bulge in my pants filled his hand and he pushed it back against me, spreading it over me as much as he could inside my pants.

Just when I thought I’d finished I realised there was more and I pushed outwards again, a second huge pile leaving my rosebud and swelling the bulge that was already stretching my pants as far as they could go. I was conscious of his exclaims of delight and rapture without actually hearing him.

He realised I’d finally finished and his hands rubbed against the huge bulge in my pants. I felt him manipulating it down. Still kneeling, as I was, I felt the heat of it as it reached my balls but he didn’t stop there. Gently and carefully he eased all the contents down and down, round under my balls until they were completely immersed in it, and then further, round and up the front of my pants. I felt it reach the base of my cock and even further still as he used his fingers and the palm of his hand to drag more of it up onto my cock until that too was completely buried in it.

The feel of it surrounding my cock and the touch of his fingers against my balls and cock was enough to start my erection again. He grasped my cock from outside my pants, and I felt the shit and cum squash warmly against it as he started to wank me. He stroked me for several minutes. I was now as hard as I was ever going to be.

“Let me fuck you!” I managed to gasp. “I want to stick my hot cock and all my shit into you!”

He immediately let me go and assumed his own kneeling position beside me. I moved over, getting between his legs and feverishly dragging down the waistband of his pants. I felt the heat of my brown packet as I reached into the waist of my pants and pulled my rampant cock out. Without a word I just lunged forward, wanting nothing more than to bury my cock in his ass and cum into him.

His cheeks were still wet and brown and as I guided my cock towards his rosebud I saw that amidst the brown which covered my cock there were streaks of white;- his cum. I probed at his ass and slid in him without any effort. His muscles were open to receive me and I looked down and saw that my shit and his own cum was going inside him too. The thought was the final straw. I had time for just two huge thrusts into him, feeling the heat and wetness of his ass hole before I shot my own cum into him:- once, twice, three times a huge gush of cum left me to splash inside his ass. Gradually the spasms eased and became less forceful, but I knew I’d just shot a lot of cum into him. I was exhausted, and allowed myself to fall back onto the bed, my cock dripping with the last drops of spunk and still outside my pants. He relaxed too, rolling to lie on his back.

He grabbed my hand and pushed it under him, just in time as he expelled his own bowels and again I felt a bulge as he filled his pants with his brown packet and my cum.

I squashed it against him, but I really wanted to rest a bit. The orgasm as I fucked him had been so intense I just couldn’t do anything more until I’d rested.

“I think,” I gasped, “a little rest would be a good idea.”

He nodded. “Yes! I think so! God I haven’t had so much sex so quickly for yonks! But oh so nice!”

We lay quietly and I felt my eyelids drooping. I was quite ready to nod off and have a snooze while my body recovered. I heard his deep breathing beside me and when I glanced at him he was already dozing himself.  Gratefully, I let my eyes close completely and I slept.

I awoke to the feel of a hand rubbing my pants and as I opened my eyes I realised he was again massaging my cock through the thin, dirty material of my pants.

“Hi!” he greeted me. “Nice snooze?”

“How long?” I muttered, still not fully awake.

“About half an hour,” he answered. “I thought a coffee would be nice. Any chance?”

I nodded and rubbed my eyes. I swung out of bed to sit on the edge of it and as I did I felt all the contents of my pants squash hard against my balls and the base of my cock. The feeling was wonderful and I knew this was going to become a regular thing for me now.

“Oh, that’s a nice feeling,” I murmured.

“When it squashes against you as you sit?” he asked. “I know. Wonderful.”

I stood up and my pants stuck to my ass and balls, held there by the delightful brown, and white, stickiness inside them.

“Yes, a coffee is definitely on the agenda, I think,” I agreed.

We went downstairs and as we reached the kitchen he grabbed my shoulders and swung me round to face him. He wrapped his arms round my back and gave me a big hug.

“Thanks,” he murmured. “Thanks for understanding, for being who you are, and for doing what we’ve just done together.” He released me and stood, watching me.

I wasn’t sure what to say to him at first, and then I answered, “And thank you for introducing me  to the delights of full and wet pants! I had no idea it was so erotic and so sexy and such a turn-on!”

He smiled an acknowledgement and I busied myself making coffee while he watched.

“I hope,” he said, “that you’re going to keep your pants on until tomorrow?  Or do you want to change into clean ones?”

“Whatever for?” I asked in surprise. “I like the feel of them being full so why should I want to change them? We still have lots of time and I think after the coffee we’ll have recuperated enough to start all over again. No, I’m happy to stay as I am, if you are.”

“Oh, yes,” he said with a grin. “I shall want to stay like this until I get home, and maybe not even change then for a while.”

He came close to me and stood just behind me as I prepared the coffees. Then his arm circled me and he placed his hand on my cock.

“Stand still,” he murmured. “I want to wank you again.”

And as I stood and did things with coffee and spoons and sugar and hot water, he rubbed me and stroked me, making me erect again very quickly. Staying outside my pants, he grasped my cock completely and wanked me faster. I felt my legs trembling as the exhilaration of his hand on my cock grew and suddenly I was cumming again, shooting hot white spunk into the front of my full, dirty pants.

“Aaah!” I gasped.  And I let out a groan as I reached the heights of ecstasy, spunking hotly into my own pants. Feverishly his hand rubbed all over the front of me as my cock twitched again and I felt the fresh hot cum and the brown stickiness in my pants spread over my stomach and cock.

“Ooooohhh! Nice!” I gasped again and sagged a bit, supporting myself on the kitchen counter. As I rested there, my body still trembling from my climax, I felt his cock pushing against my ass.

“Bend over!” he suddenly pleaded, an urgent note in his voice. “Bend over the chair! I want to fuck you again!”

And before I could say or do anything he had grasped me and manipulated me so that I was bending over a kitchen chair, my hands supporting me on it and my ass presenting itself to him in the air.

I felt him feverishly pulling down the waist of my pants even as the tip of his cock probed between my cheeks and then he was pushing his huge cock into my rosebud. It was all so quick I had no time to think about any pain but I needn’t have worried. The brown and white pile in my pants and around my ass acted as a superb lubricant and he shoved himself into me, then almost out again as he began to pound at my ass, fucking me as hard as he could.

“I love fucking your ass!” he gasped out loud. “I love almost raping you as I fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!”

My ass hole felt as if it was bursting with the huge, hot rod of flesh that was filling it. He continued to pound at me as I braced myself against the chair. I felt a tremble in his massive cock and he matched his words to his movements as he erupted and thrust his  cock even harder into me with each stroke, gushing his hot cum into me again.

“I – love – fucking – you – and – filling – your – ass -- with – my -- cum!”

And then he was spent and sagged against me so that I was almost supporting the weight of two of us for a few moments. I felt him sliding back out of me and I didn’t hesitate. I pushed hard and even as the tip of his cock left my rosebud I emptied myself over it. I felt him pause and stay still as the hot cum and a little more brown softness spurted out from me and covered his cock, running down inside my own pants and along the crease of my ass.

He breathed a long, drawn-out sigh of contentment as he felt the warmth envelope his cock, then finally pulled away from me and pulled up the back of my pants again. I felt the warmness from our exertions against my cheeks.

I straightened up.

“Fuck! That was good!” he exclaimed breathlessly. And I had to agree. It had been good and I’d loved the feel of him in me again, and the feeling as I emptied myself afterwards.

“Now I need the coffee!” he said, and I reboiled the kettle, finished the drinks and handed him a mug.

We stood, leaning and drinking, not saying a lot. There was no need to say much. We had enjoyed each other. We would enjoy each other again. And again. The night was yet young, and we had plenty of time.

“Welcome to Purgatory, boy,” the guard said with a smile fit for Hells’ gatekeeper. He slammed the heavy cell door, leaving Kyle to the cruel hands of the twisted God who ruled this place.

Democracy raged across the world in Afghanistan, Iraq, Iran and North Korea. The warriors who did battle on baseball diamonds, footballs fields and basketball courts were gone, overseas waging war for a Democratic Utopia. With police forces across the country depleted by war, the Department of Homeland Security desperately needed a new flavor of electronic heroin to soothe the jaded masses.

Back in 2025, the Monastic Reform Law blasted through Washington and came down on prisons like the devil’s hammer, bringing prisoners to God in a rough way. Purgatory was the first prison to offer redemption under the new Monastic Reform Law. The redemption and punishment of prisoners became a public spectacle, second only to the Roman Coliseum.

The public couldn’t get enough of televised whippings of unrepentant prisoners. Prisoner gladiator games, the newest concept in reality television, became the biggest money maker since boxing in Las Vegas. Now, years later, every prison in the country brought cutthroats, thieves and reluctant soldiers to God on live television, the ultimate electronic heroin high.

Kyle slumped down onto the bottom bunk, letting the bedding under his arm slip to the floor. He sat with his head in his hands, letting his dark brown hair fall across his face like a curtain. Behind his closed eyes he saw the Call to Service card that had turned up in his mailbox two weeks ago, one day after his nineteenth birthday. Kyle’s mad dash to the Mexican border was a nightmare of days without sleep and hitching rides on dark highways from men who demanded payment from Kyle on his knees.

Kyle’s capture came in the middle of the night. The border patrol swooped down on him, grabbing him up into the metal jaws of the Unpatriotic Actions Law. When he refused to sign his service papers, they said they’d give him a year to think it over. After his year in Purgatory, they’d be back with their papers. If Kyle refused to sign again, he’d get five more years.

At nineteen, Kyle was the hottest piece of ass in Purgatory. Slavery might be over on the outside, but here in Purgatory, pretty boys like Kyle were handed out to gladiators like first prize trophies. The Father Confessor who ran Purgatory had assigned Kyle to JT’s cell, as a reward for JT winning the Statewide Gladiator Games.

            On the outside, Kyle used his slender body and sweet boyish looks to get what he wanted. One look into Kyle's sultry brown eyes and men understood the promise of pleasure his soft pink lips offered. Before this nightmare started, he wouldn’t be with men who liked fucking ass. Now, Kyle looked around glumly at the dark red brick walls of the narrow cell. He knew his days of sucking cock and saying no to more were over. One look at JT, and everyone knew his bitches took it up the ass. Hard.

Loud footsteps and harsh voices echoed in the narrow hallway. The gladiators were coming back from training in the yard. Kyle steeled himself, and tried to get ready to meet the man who now owned him.

            JT slid the heavy cell door back with a bang and walked into the small cell. His dark chocolate skin glistened in the light of the single bulb that hung overhead. His bare chest and arms rippled with hard, sleek muscle. Sweat beaded on the flat toughness of his sculpted belly. A dark tattoo of a screaming skull rippled and writhed on the bulging bicep of his right arm.

When JT turned and looked at Kyle, there was a dark hunger in his black eyes that made Kyle shiver inside.

“Hey boy,” JT said in a deep voice that rumbled with bass. He slid the red bandana off his head and rubbed sweat from his bald head. “What’s up?”

Kyle wasn’t sure if he should answer. The hardness in JT’s eyes made Kyle feel like he was thinking about doing something cruel. Something that would make him scream. To avoid saying anything, Kyle shrugged and reached down to get his bedding. But JT stopped him, leaning his six foot three inch frame on the top bunk.

            “You’re even prettier than I thought,” JT said quietly, looking down into Kyle's light brown eyes.

Kyle looked at the swelling bulge between JT’s spread legs and pressed himself further back on the small bed. JT reached out to stroke Kyle’s cheek, but the boy flinched as though he’d been slapped.

            “Take it easy baby,” JT said with a low laugh. “I ain’t gonna hurt you. You’re gonna suck my dick and I’m gonna fuck you. But you ain’t in no danger with me.”

            Kyle tried to hide the fear that jolted his heart. No one had ever taken his ass. JT seemed to read his thoughts.

“You still a virgin, boy?” JT let his eyes crawl greedily over Kyle's slender body.

When Kyle turned brilliant red and didn’t answer, JT chuckled, a soft, low sound that sent chills down Kyle’s spine.

“I got you a present.” JT offered Kyle the box of candy from the top bunk, looking down at him with hard eyes that promised no mercy.

Kyle knew what it would mean if he refused the box of pink, heart shaped candies. An image of Jimmy’s face, horribly battered and bruised, rose in his mind. Kyle took the pink box from JT’s big hand, nearly snatching it in his haste to accept the gift.

“You’ll do alright with me,” JT said quietly, seeing how Kyle’s hand trembled when he took the candy.

JT grabbed the boy’s slender arm, pulling him off the bed.

 “Come here baby,” JT said softly, wrapping Kyle in a steel embrace.

JT ran his calloused fingers slowly along the softness of Kyle’s mouth, looking at the way his pink lips came together in a pout.

“These lips feel good wrapped around a man’s cock?” JT stared into Kyle’s soft brown eyes, unbothered by the fear he saw in the boy.

            JT pushed Kyle gently, sending him reeling into the corner between the bunk bed and the wall.

            A picture of Jimmy’s face rose in Kyle’s mind again, in grim detail. He spun and faced the wall, spreading his legs, his ass out. Better to let JT have his way without a fight.

A heavy hand fell on Kyle’s shoulder. He tensed, squeezing his eyes shut, promising himself he wouldn’t scream when JT’s cock tore into his ass.

“Damn baby,” JT’s deep voice said behind Kyle. He sounded slightly amused. “I ain’t gonna do you like that, bitch. Turn around. Get on your knees for me like a good girl.”

Kyle turned and faced JT, slipping to his knees. He looked up at the big black man standing over him, his legs spread. JT’s bulging crotch was inches from Kyle's lips. His cock looked big enough to ream Kyle’s ass with just one stroke.

“I’ll do what you want,” Kyle blurted. He looked up into JT’s eyes, pleading. “Just don’t make it bad for me, please?”

JT’s black eyes were twin pools of dark hunger, like an animal on the prowl.

“I like my bitch to blow me after I train in the yard. I get relaxed like that,” JT said, ignoring Kyle’s plea.

JT had unzipped his jeans and was reaching in to take out his dick when a voice stopped him.

“JT, we got to talk,” a man’s low voice said at the cell door.

“Fuck that,” JT said without turning around. “I’m trying out my new girl.”

“It’s important,” the other man said. “About the game next week.”

“It better be important,” JT said, zipping his pants, keeping his dark eyes on Kyle.

JT stroked Kyle’s cheek, and pursed his lips in a silent kiss. “Later baby,” he said, and turned away, disappearing through the cell door.

Kyle sprang to his feet the moment JT left and went to the cell bars. JT stood at the far end of the tier, talking to another man. For a wild moment, Kyle thought of escape. But to where? Nobody fucked with a gladiator. He got his bedding from the floor and started putting sheets on his bunk, thinking of the coming night.

After dinner, Kyle trudged back to his cell, sure that JT was there, waiting to ream his ass. He was relieved to find his cell empty. Kyle lay on the top bunk, thinking about JT. Before he realized it, Kyle was thinking of how it felt to be on his knees, with JT’s hard body towering over him. Kyle's cock surged at the memory of JT's dark, sleek body pressed close, his unzipped jeans inches from Kyle’s lips.

The breathy sound of men fucking came from the next cell, echoing down the narrow tier. Kyle closed his eyes and imagined himself on his knees between JT’s legs, letting the harsh sound of the men screwing become the sound of JT while Kyle sucked him off.

 Kyle undid his jeans, took his hard cock in his fist, and was about to jack off when a low voice said, “I don’t like my girls jacking off when I ain’t around.”

Kyle sat bolt upright at the sound of JT’s voice. He shoved his cock back inside his jeans, a flush of embarrassment rising to his face. JT walked into the cell and leaned against the top bunk.

“Was you thinking about my cock in your mouth or up your ass?” JT caressed Kyle’s hot face softly

The lights out warning buzzer saved Kyle from answering. Just after JT walked into the cell, a guard came down the tier, locking cell doors and doing last head count. Ten minutes later, a loud buzz signaled final lights out, and near total darkness fell.

            “Come here baby,” JT said. “You take care of my cock every night after lights out.”

             Kyle slipped from the bunk bed and knelt in front of JT, anxious to show him that he would have him without a fight. The last thing Kyle wanted was for JT to get angry.

 “No,” JT said quietly.

Kyle looked up at him, fear bright in his eyes, afraid he’d done something wrong.

“Over there, in the corner,” JT said. “I know you bitches don’t like nobody seeing you with a man. Guards can’t see you there.”

Kyle got up and wedged himself into the shadowy privacy of the corner between the bed and wall. A dim ray of light fell across Kyle’s face in the darkness. JT caressed Kyle's face, feeling how he trembled.

       “You scared of me?”

       Kyle nodded, knowing he couldn’t hide it.

       “You suck my cock and get fucked like a good girl, and ain’t nothing gonna happen to you.”

       Kyle knew he should have kept quiet about Jimmy, but he couldn’t. Jimmy had been JT’s boy until two days ago, when he’d been shipped to the hospital, with his right arm broken in three places and his jaw shattered from a bad beating. Kyle had seen them taking him. His face had been swollen like a water balloon, both eyes blackened and purple.

“What about Jimmy?” Kyle said quietly.

              “He wouldn’t be a good girl,” JT said softly. “But you ain’t like him. You’ll be a good bitch for me, won’t you?”

Kyle nodded, looking up into JT’s glittering eyes in the darkness.

“Good. Then I won’t have hurt you like that,” JT said, unzipping his jeans.

JT unbuttoned his jeans, sliding them down his hips. He stood with his legs spread, his thick cock jutting straight up, well past his navel.

“You gonna suck my cock like a good girl?” JT said, stroking his hard meat.

Kyle nodded, nearly mesmerized by the sight of JT’s fat cock.

“Get to it bitch.” JT pulled Kyle by the hair and forced the boy’s face into his crotch. “Show me how good those lips feel on a man’s dick.”

Kyle closed his eyes a moment to steady himself, then he started at the base of JT’s impossibly thick cock, licking around his low hanging balls. Kyle ran his slick tongue up and around JT's hairy balls, taking his time, letting his whole tongue slide along JT's nuts. Then Kyle slid his tongue down the length of JT’s cock, feeling how the hard flesh was veined, nearly all the way out to the thick head.

“I been thinking about your hot mouth all day,” JT said, pressing his crotch into Kyle’s face.

Kyle let his tongue linger on the head of JT’s cock, circling the thick head slowly, before sliding his hot tongue all the way back down to his heavy balls.

“Oh yeah bitch. Open your fucking mouth. Suck my cock,” JT said. He leaned on his powerful arms against the wall.

Kyle opened his mouth wide and JT slid into the pretty boy’s hot mouth, feeding him his thick ten inch cock, moaning softly. The sight of his dark chocolate cock sliding between the boy’s pretty pink lips drove JT crazy.

“You better suck my cock good, bitch,” JT said, pumping his hips slowly.

JT slid his cock deep down Kyle’s throat on every stroke, nearly gagging him, then he held himself inside Kyle's mouth, enjoying the way the boy’s gag reflex made his throat massage the head of his cock.

“I can’t wait to try that virgin ass,” JT said, fucking slowly in and out of Kyle’s mouth.

He took the boy’s pretty face in his hands, feeling the softness of his cheeks, watching how Kyle’s pink lips stretched tight against his dark, thick cock.

“You look so fucking hot baby, on your knees with my fat black cock stretching your pretty lips,” JT said.

JT tossed his head back and pumped his hips in a slightly circular motion, speeding up as his throbbing cock came close to exploding in Kyle’s mouth.

“Get ready to swallow my come, bitch,” JT said, driving his hips into Kyle’s face.

Kyle struggled to take JT’s cock deep down his throat, gagging, feeling how his own hard cock strained at his jeans. Choking on a man’s cock drove Kyle crazy. He ached to take JT’s load down his throat.

“Oh yeah bitch, you want it. You want my come real bad, don’t you?”

Kyle grabbed JT’s cock near the base. When JT didn’t slap him or make him stop, Kyle  started jacking him off, tightening his fist around JT's slick, throbbing cock rhythmically.

“Oh fuck, yeah,” JT said, pushing his cock into Kyle’s grabbing hand.

JT wrapped his fingers into Kyle’s hair and held him still while he fucked his face.

“Oh yeah bitch,” JT said, breathing hard. “You fucking suck bitch. Take it. Take my fucking load.”

JT slapped Kyle's hand away and pumped Kyle’s mouth harder, choking him on nearly every stroke, breathing hard, moaning deep in his throat. JT jammed his throbbing cock down Kyle's throat again and again, hard and fast, until finally he crammed his dick deep down Kyle’s throat, groaning in pleasure. His cock exploded and sent hot come shooting down Kyle's throat.

“Swallow it,” JT said, looking down at Kyle with hard eyes.

Kyle swallowed, working his throat, looking up at JT.

“Good, bitch,” JT said. “I make my girls swallow. Or I beat their ass.”

He wiped the corners of Kyle’s lips where come had leaked from his mouth and slid his fingers into the boy’s mouth, forcing Kyle to lick and suck until his fingers were clean.

“How you like sucking my dick, boy?” JT said, zipping his jeans.

Kyle shrugged, unable to make himself meet JT’s eyes boring down into him. Kyle's need to suck cock and be a bitch for a man like JT always embarrassed him.

“Don’t be acting like you didn’t like it, boy. I know a cock sucking bitch when I see one. Come here,” he said, pulling Kyle to his feet. He was more careful this time, so Kyle didn’t feel like his arm was ripping out of its socket.

“Turn around,” JT said.

Kyle faced the wall and JT pressed real close to him and reached around to cup Kyle's bulging crotch.

“Damn,” JT said. He massaged Kyle’s dick through his jeans. “Look how fucking hard you are, bitch.”

Kyle moaned softly. He was aching to come.

“Take your jeans off,” JT said.

Kyle slid his jeans down his slender hips, shaking loose of them almost immediately. Now he stood with just his shirt on and his jockey shorts with an embarrassing bulge in them. JT unbuttoned Kyle's shirt from behind, while he kissed his neck softly.

“I’m gonna give you a taste of what little bitches like you need,” JT whispered into Kyle’s ear.

He slipped the boy’s briefs down and slid the shirt from Kyle’s slim body, passing his hands gently over Kyle’s tight round ass.

“You got a pretty ass boy,” JT whispered into Kyle's ear. “Soon I’m gonna put you on all fours and fuck this tight little bitch hole.”

JT ran his rough hands slowly over Kyle’s smooth chest, paying special attention to the boy’s nipples, ignoring the way Kyle trembled in his arms.

“Start jacking off,” JT whispered into Kyle’s ear.

JT’s promise to fuck his ass terrified Kyle, but he was desperate to shoot his load after the way JT had fucked his mouth. Kyle grabbed his cock and started jacking off.

“Not so fast bitch, enjoy it, go slow.” JT put his big hand over Kyle’s to show him the slow rhythm he wanted him to use.

“I only make bitches out of men who want it up the ass,” JT said into Kyle’s ear. “But you don’t want it up your ass, right?”

JT lubed two fingers with Vaseline and held them up so Kyle could see.

“I ain’t gonna hurt you. Don’t do nothing stupid like trying to fight me,” JT said.

Slowly, JT pressed one lubed finger to Kyle’s ass. The boy tensed immediately.

“Relax bitch or I’ll make you get my cock hard again. You want me to ream this virgin ass?”

“Sorry JT,” Kyle said in a low, scared voice.

“Keep working your cock,” JT said.

Kyle tried to relax as he felt a long finger press slowly into him. JT kissed the side of Kyle’s neck softly, while he worked his finger into Kyle's ass gently.

The feel of something inside his tight ass was new to Kyle. It felt good. His hand sped up on his hard cock, but JT slapped Kyle's bare ass, hard.

“Slower,” JT said. “You better not come ‘til I let you, boy.”

Kyle slowed down, even though his cock throbbed crazily in his slick fist.

“You ain’t no bitch. You don’t like it up the ass, right?” JT whispered into Kyle’s ear.

JT felt Kyle’s tight hole open to him and he slid all the way in. Slowly he started easing another finger into Kyle’s tight ass while Kyle worked his cock in the slow rhythm JT had given him.

When both fingers were inside him, JT leaned close to Kyle and said, “I’m gonna fuck this hot little ass with my fingers. If you don’t come like a moaning bitch after I finger your ass, I’ll give you back. I won’t do nothing to you.”

Slowly JT worked his fingers in and out of Kyle’s ass, matching the slow rhythm of him jacking off. At first, Kyle held himself still against JT’s long fingers, tightening his ass. But his ass loosened up and JT worked deeper into his tight hole with every stroke, until finally his long fingers massaged Kyle’s prostrate.

“Oh fuck,” Kyle said, pressing back into JT’s fingers, moaning softly.

“Yeah boy, that’s it. Show me how much you hate taking it up the ass. Show me you ain’t no bitch.”

JT wrapped his muscled arm around Kyle’s waist and pulled the boy close, keeping his fingers inside Kyle's ass. Then he slapped Kyle’s hand away. JT grabbed the boy’s cock in his strong hand and started jacking him off in a slow rhythm that made Kyle writhe in his grip.

“You liking it up your ass, bitch?”

“It feels so fucking good,” Kyle said, moaning.

“Yeah, that’s right. Look how hard your cock with my fingers up your ass.”

JT slid his fingers slowly in and out of Kyle’s ass, matching the rhythm of his hand on the boy’s cock.

“Only a bitch likes it up the ass.  Ain’t that right boy?”

Kyle rocked his hips, caught between the double pleasure of JT’s fingers up his ass, and his strong hand on his cock.

“Yeah,” Kyle said, breathing hard.

“Say it,” JT said, sliding his fingers in and out of Kyle’s ass real slow. “Tell me.”

He kissed the side of Kyle’s neck, licking up and down his soft skin.

“Tell me how you’re gonna be my bitch and take it up the ass,” JT said.

Kyle moaned in helpless pleasure, but he said nothing.

“You want me to stop boy, and handcuff you and make you sleep like this?”

“No,” Kyle said. “Please. Don’t stop.”

“You know what you got to say boy,” JT said.

“I’m your bitch,” Kyle said, pushing his ass back to meet JT’s fingers. “I’ll be your girl JT. Let me come, please,” Kyle begged.

“Oh yeah. I’m gonna let you come just like a bitch, on your knees.”

JT pulled his fingers out of Kyle’s ass, and spun him around. Kyle looked up at him in confusion, his hard cock jutting up between his legs.

“Down,” JT said. “I’m gonna watch you jack off on your knees, while you tell me what a bitch you are.”

Kyle slipped to his knees, grabbed his throbbing cock and started jacking off again, moaning and panting softly.

“Look at me boy,” JT said, standing over him.

Kyle met his dark eyes.

“You’re my bitch now,” JT said, while Kyle jacked off for him on his knees. He slapped Kyle's face lightly. “You understand?”

“Yeah,” Kyle said, sliding his fist up and down his hard cock.

JT grabbed Kyle’s chin so he could look down into the boy’s eyes. He loved seeing the need in Kyle's eyes.

“You’re gonna suck my cock and get fucked up the ass. How come?” JT said.

Kyle tried to turn away from him, but JT slapped his face again, harder.

“How come you’re gonna suck my cock and take it up the ass?” JT said.

Kyle was panting and moaning, looking up into JT’s hard, merciless eyes.

“ ‘Cause I’m a bitch,” Kyle said.

A moan of pleasure escaped him.

“Please JT,” Kyle begged. “Please.”

 “Yeah. Come on your knees like a bitch. I wanna hear you say it. Tell me you’re my bitch, over and over, ‘til you shoot.”

“I’m your bitch,” Kyle said, jacking himself off wildly.

Nothing made JT hotter than forcing a man to make a bitch of himself for him.

“Louder,” JT said, giving Kyle’s face a rough shake. “Don’t piss me off.”

“I’m your bitch JT,” Kyle said, loud enough for it to echo in the small cell.

“Good,” JT said, holding Kyle’s face and looking straight down into his eyes.

“Keep saying it ‘til you come.”

Kyle slid his fist up and down his slick cock madly, panting and moaning, saying over and over that he was JT’s bitch.

“Yeah bitch, come on,” JT said, when he saw Kyle was close. “Shoot your come on your knees for me.”

Kyle tried to throw his head back, but JT held his face, looking down into Kyle’s eyes. A final groan of ecstasy escaped Kyle and he exploded all over his hand.

“Lick it off your hand,” JT said, standing back.

He watched Kyle lick the sticky mess from his hand, enjoying the way the boy’s face flushed with shame, thinking about what he’d done. When Kyle had licked the last of his come from his fingers, JT turned his back on him and got into his bunk.

“Go to sleep,” he told Kyle. “I’m busting your cherry tomorrow night.”

He heard the boy climb into the top bunk. JT fell asleep to the soft sound of Kyle crying in the dark.

ii.

Kyle sat next to JT at the table in the drafty stone room that was the prison cafeteria. Voices echoed all around them, bouncing off the high ceilings. Morning sun streamed through high windows, glinting off the dull steel of the tables bolted to the floor.

All the men at the table had the lean, cruel look of men who’d spent a long time in prison. Their hard bodies, bristling with muscle, spoke of a hunger for violence that gave them the look of predators on the prowl. They were all gladiators. If they weren’t in prison, they’d be rich from all the money they made for Purgatory.

“Hey JT, heard you enjoyed your new bitch last night,” Terence said.

Terence, a black man with thick arms ridged with muscle, sat across the table from JT. He looked at Kyle and ran his tongue across his lips.

“Yeah,” Tyrone said. He sat across from JT next to Terence. He looked like he spent his life pumping iron. Even his face looked angular with muscle. “I’m your bitch, JT. I’m your bitch,” Tyrone said in a high falsetto, pumping his hips on his chair.

Kyle dropped his eyes to his plate of oatmeal, his face turning a brilliant scarlet.

The whole table of black men laughed.

“Look at that bitch,” Calvin said. “He’s turning all red and shit. What’s wrong boy, you didn’t like JT’s fat cock pumping your faggot mouth?”

JT glanced over at Kyle beside him, taking in the boy’s red face and the way his light brown eyes were bright with unshed tears under his long lashes.

“Leave him alone,” JT said quietly.

“Come on man, tell us,” Terence said. “Did you fuck the bitch? He got a tight ass?”

“Nah, he didn’t fuck her,” Tyrone said. “Ain’t nobody heard no screaming.”

The whole table broke into laughter again. To Kyle they sounded like hyenas fighting over a fresh kill. He fought back tears. It would just make things worse if he cried.

“I said, leave him alone,” JT said in an even quieter voice.

Kyle looked up at JT, surprised at the anger in his low voice. He loved the way mood at the table changed. The other men suddenly looked scared. Kyle was glad.

“Hey man,” Tyrone said, “he’s just a bitch. What the fuck do you care?”

The table fell silent. All eyes turned to JT.

“You know what your problem is Tyrone?” JT said.

“What?” Tyrone said, loud and cocky. “Bitches can’t get enough of my dick?”

“No,” JT said, looking at Tyrone mildly. “You’re too stupid to know when to shut your fucking mouth.”

Tyrone opened his mouth to say something else, but Calvin said, “Leave it alone Ty. Shut up.”

 “Stay away from my bitch,” JT said, looking Tyrone in the eye. “I let it go last time ‘cause I owed you. Don’t start no shit with me.”

“Come on, JT, forget it, alright?” Terence said.

After that, Kyle ate his oatmeal in the new, uneasy silence at the table. In a little while, the men started talking about the coming games on television. Soon the ugly sound of a buzzer filled the stone room, and all the men filed out to their work details.

Kyle hurried out, nearly pushing past JT and the other men.

“Looks like your new bitch ain’t saying bye,” he heard Tyrone say.

Kyle pushed his way through the men, heading for his job at the library.

“Hey boy,” Kyle heard JT saying behind him.

But Kyle kept walking, as if he heard nothing. He’d be safe once he got to the library. He hoped.

            JT’s long strides caught up with him. He grabbed Kyle’s arm, just outside the men’s room. A uniformed guard stood by the door. No one was supposed to go in the bathroom before reporting for work detail. JT walked by the guard, dragging Kyle along as if the guard were invisible. The man in uniform watched, but said nothing. Kyle could have sworn he saw a look of fear pass briefly across his face when he met JT’s eyes.

            Inside the bathroom, JT pushed Kyle into one of the brick walls.

            “What the fuck’s wrong with you bitch? Walking out on me like that?”

Kyle knew what JT meant. In prison, it was a show of disrespect when you belonged to a man to get up and walk off, leaving him sitting at the table the way he’d done. But Kyle tried to play dumb.

            “I didn’t do anything,” Kyle said, looking up into JT’s black eyes. He tried to push past him. “I have to get to the library. I’ll get in trouble.”

            “Fuck that,” JT said, grabbing Kyle's arm hard. “You’re in trouble now bitch.”

            JT spun Kyle around to face him, and pushed the boy into the wall. He tried not to hurt the bitch, but Kyle hit the wall so hard, it knocked the breath out of him.

“What’s wrong with you? I told them to leave you alone, didn’t I? I could of made you get on your knees between my legs and stay like that. You think any guard in here’s gonna stop me?”

            Kyle tried to control his rising temper, but he couldn’t. All the anger, the frustration, the humiliation of the way JT’s friends had treated him came flying out with his words.

            “You did it on purpose,” Kyle yelled at JT. “You wanted them to hear me last night.”

            Kyle looked up into JT’s black eyes and saw a dark fury that filled him with cold terror. Too late, Kyle realized he’d made a bad mistake.

            “JT, please, I didn’t mean - ” Kyle tried to say, but JT slapped his face, hard.

            “You’re lucky I like you boy. You’re real lucky I don’t take you down to the machine shop and share your virgin ass with my friends,” JT said in a soft voice that chilled Kyle to the bone.

            There would be no arguing with that soft, implacable voice if JT decided to do that. Kyle did the only thing he could think of that might calm JT.

            “I’m sorry.” Kyle slipped to his knees, and ran his hands gently over JT’s crotch. “You’re right. I’m your bitch. I shouldn’t have done that.” Kyle kneaded JT’s crotch softly, feeling his thick cock stir to life.

“Why you bitches get all embarrassed and shit?” JT said, stroking Kyle’s cheek. Kyle was relieved to see that JT's mood had suddenly changed. “You live in my cell now, everyone knows you’re sucking my cock and getting it up the ass. I put you in the corner where nobody could see you, didn’t I?”

            Kyle nodded, trying to put on a look of gratitude he didn’t feel. “Yeah,” Kyle said, pressing his hands against JT's bulging jeans. “You’re right. Let me show you I’m sorry.”

            “That’s better bitch,” JT said, undoing his jeans.

            Kyle reached for JT’s hard cock like he was desperate to suck his dick. But inside he trembled. Kyle was sure that if he didn’t suck him off real good, JT would take him to the machine shop and share him with his friends.

            JT grabbed Kyle’s hair and slapped his face lightly when the boy didn’t open his mouth fast enough.

            His cheeks stinging from JT’s heavy hand, Kyle stretched his pink lips around JT’s dark chocolate cock. It wasn’t like last night. JT was impatient, driving his cock hard on every stroke, choking Kyle, looking down into his scared eyes.

            “Don’t make me mad boy,” JT said, thrusting his hips into Kyle’s face. “Or I’ll make it bad for you bitch. I’ll rent your ass out.”

            He fucked deep into Kyle’s mouth, choking him again and again until tears slipped down his soft cheeks. JT twined both his powerful hands into Kyle’s hair, holding him still while he pumped his hard cock in and out of his soft pink lips.

            “Tonight, I’m fucking that pretty virgin ass real hard,” JT said.

            Kyle looked up at JT, his light brown eyes full of fear.

            “That’s right boy, I’m busting your cherry tonight,” JT said, stroking in and out of Kyle’s hot mouth.

            He pumped his thick cock into Kyle’s mouth, changing his rhythm to short, hard strokes, rocking his hips, grunting low in his throat with pleasure. He watched his dark, veined cock sliding in and out of Kyle’s mouth, seeing how his hard cock stretched the boy’s lips tight against his throbbing flesh.

            “Oh yeah, boy” JT said, breathing hard. He let go Kyle and leaned on the wall, pumping his mouth hard. “You’re gonna be my ass bitch.”

            JT grabbed Kyle’s hair again, twining his strong fingers deep into the boy’s silky hair, and stroked into Kyle’s mouth in a desperate rhythm, panting and grunting, his mouth pulled back in a grimace.

“You’re gonna be my girl after tonight. I’m gonna fuck the shit out of your virgin hole,” JT said.

He fucked Kyle's mouth hard, holding him still and helpless in his iron grip, cramming his hard cock meat down Kyle's throat again and again.

            “Cock sucking bitch,” JT said, panting hard, “Oh fuck,” he said between clenched teeth. “Take it bitch. Take my fucking come.”

            JT threw his head back, arched his back and pulled Kyle’s face down on his cock, moaning so low it was almost a growl of pleasure. Suddenly his driving cock jetted hot come down Kyle’s throat.

            Kyle swallowed JT’s heavy load of thick come, then ran his tongue along his cock and balls, licking him clean.

            “Don’t beat me up,” Kyle pleaded, licking JT’s cock, looking up at him. Kyle slid his tongue around JT's balls, licking at the sticky mess of his drying come.

            Over and over Kyle saw Jimmy in his mind, both eyes blackened, one swollen nearly shut, his lips split, his arm in a splint.

            “I’ll do what you want,” Kyle said, licking JT’s balls softly, looking up into dark eyes.

            “That’s what you said last night, bitch,” JT said, zipping his jeans. “And by breakfast you was already pissing me off.”

            Kyle was horrified to hear the anger that had been in JT's voice before he sucked him off coming back.

            “I’m sorry,” Kyle said, in a trembling voice almost too low to be heard.

            Kyle looked down at the floor, sure that JT was about to make him into Jimmy’s twin. He remembered the scared look on the guard’s face outside the bathroom. Kyle knew that nobody would come help him, no matter how loud he screamed.

            Kyle flinched when JT grabbed his face. He squeezed his eyes shut, tried to be ready for the first fist that would come driving into his face.

            “Look at me boy,” JT said, bending over Kyle.

            Kyle’s eyes flew open. JT’s face loomed large over him.

            “The last thing you want in this world is to be on my bad side. Jimmy, he got on my bad side,” JT said in a soft voice that carried more menace than the loudest threat. “Next time you think about fucking with me, don’t do it.”

            He turned and walked out, leaving Kyle on his knees, more scared than he had ever been.

            When Kyle got to the library, he expected the guard to ask him where the fuck he’d been, why he was so late. But Victor, the CO on duty, only nodded to him, then went back to the paper he’d been reading.

            When Tyrone walked into the library two hours later, all the prisoners stared at him. Gladiators never used the library. His big body was outlined under a tight t-shirt that bulged with hard muscle. Kyle found the darkest corner between stacks in the big library and hid.

            “Hey boy,” Tyrone said, when he found Kyle’s hiding place. He’d sniffed him out like a predator. “How come you’re back here in the dark?”

            Kyle shrugged, looking up at Tyrone. He was trapped in the narrow aisle between stacks. Tyrone’s huge body blocked his way out. Kyle’s mind raced. He knew trouble was heading for him like a screaming freight train.

            Tyrone came closer to Kyle until he was only inches from the boy. “Did JT fuck your little bitch ass yet?”

            Kyle swallowed, and shook his head, no.

            “When he gets a new boy, he fucks ass the first night, to try him out. Except virgins. He likes to take his time with virgins. You been fucked up the ass before boy?”

            Tyrone was pressed close to Kyle in the darkness. His voice was low and intimate, like lovers having sweet talk.

            “No. I’m a virgin.” Kyle was too scared to look up into Tyrone’s greedy eyes.

            Tyrone ran his hand over Kyle's crotch, felt the growing hardness there.

            “You’re hard boy. How come? You need that little virgin hole fucked real hard?”

            Kyle had gotten hard sucking off JT, but he hadn’t jacked off. He’d been afraid JT would know somehow. Now, with Tyrone’s muscled body pressed so close to him, Kyle was hard again.

            “Please - ”

            But before Kyle could finish, Tyrone grabbed him and spun him around to face the wall. He undid Kyle’s jeans and pulled them down along with his cotton briefs. He pressed his big hand over Kyle’s mouth, muffling the boy’s cry of surprise.

            “I wanna see what JT's getting,” Tyrone whispered into Kyle’s ear. “I’m gonna see how tight this virgin ass is.”

            Tyrone stuck a finger in his mouth, then found Kyle’s hole. He shoved his finger in hard, then jabbed in and out of Kyle’s hole cruelly, making Kyle groan in pain.

            “You’re a fucking tight bitch,” Tyrone said, pulling his finger out.

            He rubbed his hard cock against the boy’s ass roughly.

            “You’re lucky you belong to JT. ‘Cause if you was my bitch I would of raped your virgin ass already and made you scream real loud.”

            Tyrone spun Kyle around to face him and pushed the boy to his knees. Without saying anything, he took out his hard cock and grabbed Kyle’s hair.

            “You better open your mouth for my cock, bitch. Or I’ll tell JT you came to me and begged me to let you suck my cock. You think he wants his bitches sucking cock when he ain’t around? Remember Jimmy?”

            Kyle, haunted by the horrifying memory of Jimmy’s battered face, opened his mouth.

           

iv.       

At lunch, Kyle sat at the table with JT and his friends, expecting the worst. But Tyrone ignored him, as if the library had never happened. The men at the table talked about the game last night and coming bad weather.

            This time, Kyle waited for JT to get up from the table, like he knew he should, then followed him out of the cafeteria. JT pulled him into the bathroom again, but his mood was different this time.

            “Hey baby,” JT said, once they were inside.

            He pressed Kyle up against a dark brick stone wall. His palms rested against the brick, beside Kyle’s head. His heavily muscled body pressed close against Kyle, making him feel like he was trapped in the shadow of a giant.

            “You sucked me off real good this morning.” JT rubbed his crotch against Kyle, looking down into his eyes, running his hard fingers along Kyle’s soft lips.

            Kyle didn’t know why, but the way JT fucked his face without caring if he wanted it or not, made Kyle hot for his cock. JT's hard, muscled body felt good pressed up against him. The scent of his sweat, made Kyle's cock surge. But Kyle couldn’t get Tyrone’s words out of his mind.

            “What’s wrong baby? How come you’re shaking like that?” JT said.

            Kyle tried to hide his fear by dropping his eyes, but he JT didn’t let him. He took Kyle’s chin in his hands and made him look up at him.

            “Somebody say something to you? Somebody scared you?” JT said, his voice low and cold.

             Kyle licked his lips, avoiding JT’s hard eyes. “No JT.”

            “Nobody said nothing to you?” JT said, grinding his hips softly into Kyle. The boy could feel JT’s thick cock rising already.

            “No.” Kyle looked down at the floor so he wouldn’t have to meet the raging hunger in JT’s dark eyes.

            JT shook Kyle’s face and looked down into Kyle's eyes. He saw a fear that ran deeper than getting his ass fucked. Something had spooked Kyle, and he was scared that JT would hurt him real bad.

            “I don’t like it when my bitches lie to me,” JT said quietly.

            Kyle gasped, a short whimpering sound, and JT knew he was right. Something had scared Kyle badly. Or someone.

            “Tell me what happened to you boy,” JT said.

            He was suddenly different. Instead of pressing close to Kyle, he stood back, his arms hanging at his sides, studying Kyle.

            “Don’t hurt me,” Kyle said in a low, unsteady voice. “He made me do it.”

            “Who made you do what? Talk to me boy.”

            Before Kyle could stop himself, the story of what happened with Tyrone came pouring out of his lips. He told JT everything.

            “After he came in my mouth, he said he’d be back whenever he wanted to,” Kyle said, looking up at JT. “He said if I told you, he’d say it was me who came to him. But I didn’t JT, I swear. It happened like I told you.”

            For long seconds that seemed like an eternity to Kyle, JT stood as still as a statue carved from ebony marble. Then, without warning, JT exploded in rage. He kicked the bathroom stall behind him hard enough to dent the solid metal. He heaved a metal garbage barrel at the polished metal mirror that hung over the sink, scarring the metal with an ugly scratch. He knocked over the other two garbage barrels and kicked them all over the bathroom, making a horrible racket that was terrifying.

            Kyle cowered in a corner, watching JT’s rampage, praying he wasn’t next to get kicked around the stone floor. When the garbage barrels were dented and twisted nearly beyond recognition, JT stood over Kyle breathing hard. Kyle ducked, covering his head with his hands, cringing in the corner. When JT reached down to pull him out of the corner, Kyle yelped like a frightened dog.

            “I’m telling the truth, JT,” Kyle managed to say through his chattering teeth.

            “I know you are boy.”

            JT’s soft voice surprised Kyle. He risked looking up into JT’s furious face.

            “Relax, bitch. I ain’t hurting you.”

            “You’re not?” Kyle said.

            “No,” JT said quietly. He pulled Kyle into his arms and looked down into the boy’s terrified eyes.

            “You know what happens now boy?”

            Kyle shook his head, looking up into JT’s cold eyes.

            “Now me and Tyrone are gonna duel over you. I’m fighting him for you. There’s gonna be a dark game tonight. No lights. No cameras. Just us gladiators. And I’m gonna carve my initials into Tyrone.”

            JT’s voice was soft and calm, as if he were talking about the weather. But his eyes were dark and stormy with rage.

            “Get back to the library. I got things to do.”

            JT walked out of the bathroom, kicking aside one of the garbage barrels he’d knocked over.

           

           

           

           

iii.

            That night, after dinner, Kyle sat on his bunk, looking out onto the empty tier. In the cell next to him, he heard the breathy sound of a man either fucking or getting his cock sucked. He lay down and tried not to think about what would happen if Tyrone won the fight tonight. Kyle would belong to the man who won the duel. Tyrone’s words came back to Kyle with perfect clarity, if you was my bitch I would of raped your virgin ass already and made you scream real loud.

            JT walked into their cell and picked up a black bag that Kyle hadn’t noticed.

            “Come on boy,” JT said, looking at Kyle. “Game time.”

            Kyle jumped down from his bunk, looking up at JT, puzzled.

            “We can’t leave the cell,” Kyle said. “It’s almost lights out.”

            JT took his hand. “You’re with me now. Come on. Let’s go.”

            Kyle followed JT past guards who acted like they were both invisible. One guard nodded to JT and asked him how he was doing. No one tried to stop them.

They left the tier, went down old stone steps that smelled of sweat and urine, past the first floor. Kyle counted two flights below the first floor before a big, black iron door blocked their way.

            “Where are we?” Kyle said, looking around in the darkness.

            “Old part of the prison,” JT said, slipping a key from his pocket.

            He slid the skeleton key into the ancient looking lock and the door opened with a soft creak that spoke of well oiled hinges. The corridor beyond lay in pitch black darkness.

            Kyle hung back, looking into the darkness. JT pulled a powerful flashlight from his black bag and took Kyle’s hand again. On the other side, JT locked the big door. Now they stood in near total darkness, except for the narrow beam of the flashlight. The only sound was their breathing and Kyle’s wildly beating heart.

            “Where are we going JT?”

            “You’ll see boy.”

            JT led Kyle through dark corridors, past closed doors, deeper into the musty scent of disuse, until finally, they heard the low murmur of voices up ahead.

            They turned a corner and Kyle saw a giant cell that stood in the middle of a stone floor. Hurricane lanterns hung from top of the cell on iron hooks, casting a shifting yellow glow all around. No one was inside the cell yet. Men crowded around the cell made way for JT and Kyle. Calvin and Terence waited near the cell door.

            A blond man who looked as big as one of the original Vikings, came up to JT and clapped him on the back hard enough to send another man sprawling.

            “You show him what’s what JT. He’s made trouble for all of us.”

            “He won’t make no more trouble after tonight, Sven,” JT said quietly.

            “Good,” the blond man said, and walked off, trailing a slender blonde man behind him.

            “You ready?” Calvin said, taking JT’s bag.

            “Yeah,” JT said. “Take care of my bitch. Keep him close.”

            “Don’t worry,” Calvin said.

            JT took the short handled knife Calvin handed him from the black bag, then he slid his t-shirt over his head. His body rippled with solid muscle in the flickering light.

            Calvin pulled Kyle back as JT opened the door to the giant cell and stepped inside.

            “Where’s Tyrone?” Kyle said.

            “He’ll be here,” Calvin said.

            Terence walked through the crowd of men and stood on the other side of Kyle.

            “You stay close to us boy, hear?” Calvin said.

            Kyle nodded, looking into the cell. Men clung to the outside of the bars, making a living wall around JT. He stood in the center of the cell, holding his knife. The crowd buzzed with excitement.

            “Where’s the guards?” Kyle said. “It isn’t like this on TV.”

            Terence and Calvin both laughed. “Those games are for show boy. This is the real thing.”

            Silence went through the crowd in a wave, and a path cleared to let Tyrone through. Two men came were with him. He took off his black t-shirt, staring across the crowd at Kyle. He took a curved knife from the man on his left, then slowly, so that every man there saw what he did, Tyrone blew Kyle a kiss.

            Kyle looked at JT standing in the middle of the cell. He’d seen what Tyrone did, but his face showed no sign of anger. The only sign that showed the fury Kyle knew JT must be feeling was a slight tension that made his sculpted muscles stand out even more in the flickering golden light.

            Tyrone walked into the cell, followed by the blonde Viking that Kyle had seen earlier.

            When all three men were in the cell, silence fell.

            “Tonight is a dark game,” the Viking said in a strong voice that echoed down the dark halls, “to settle a duel between gladiators. The man who frees himself with this key, wins.”

            The Viking held up a large, black skeleton key. He walked out of the large cell, locked the door with the key, and hung the key beside the lock where it would be easily reached by a man standing on the other side of the bars.

            JT and Tyrone circled each other in a low crouch. Both held their knives easily. They were nearly matched in size and strength. JT was only about an inch taller than Tyrone. But he was lithe with hard muscle and graceful on his feet. Tyrone didn’t move with the same grace and ease as JT. Fear made his movements jittery. His eyes flicked behind JT, distracted by noises from the crowd.

            JT’s eyes never left Tyrone. His face was impassive, smooth, as if he were spectator with nothing to win or lose. When JT struck, no one, including Tyrone, expected it.

            JT’s knife came in under Tyrone’s extended arm in a rapid swipe. Tyrone jumped back and twisted away, but not before JT’s knife left a light flesh wound.

            “Next time I catch your bitch alone, I’ll fuck him real hard,” Tyrone said in a low hiss that only JT heard.

            JT ignored Tyrone’s words, concentrating on finding weaknesses in Tyrone’s defense. Words were for amateurs. JT’s knife did all the talking in a fight.

            JT came in for another strike, letting Tyrone think he was going for his right flank, but at the last moment, JT twisted back and his knife cut through the tender flesh of Tyrone’s belly again. Another flesh wound that stung like hell, but did little harm.

            Tyrone was an amateur. He won in the games because he was matched with men who were stupider than he was. JT won because he knew how to get to a man’s weakness. Tyrone’s weakness was his bad temper. JT played to Tyrone’s weakness, inflicting light, harmless flesh wounds with his razor sharp knife.

Kyle stood between Calvin and Terence. He grabbed the bars with white knuckles, his face pressed between them, watching JT and Tyrone with unblinking attention. The way JT’s muscles flexed and moved in the shadowy light made Kyle remember how he’d felt last night and this morning on his knees between JT’s legs. Seeing the way JT moved, like a warrior in battle, and knowing that JT was fighting over him, gave Kyle a raging hard on that throbbed and ached in his jeans. Kyle wanted JT. He wanted to suck JT's cock and hear him groan in pleasure as he shot hot come down his throat and called him his bitch over and over.

 The two men circled each other in a slow dance. Tyrone struck out at JT, but JT easily dodged his clumsy swipes. JT weaved back and forth, and from side to side, raking his knife through the air, leaving flesh wounds that stung, but caused no damage. Soon, the constant badgering from JT’s knife and the jeering cries of the men in the audience drove Tyrone to do exactly what JT wanted.

            Tyrone lost his temper. He came charging at JT with a loud cry, his knife held high, his eyes wild with rage. JT let him come, then side stepped at the last second, tripping up Tyrone, letting his own weight carry him to the floor. JT was on him in an instant, his strong arm wrapped around Tyrone’s throat in a deadly embrace.

            Tyrone sputtered and cursed, thrashing wildly, but JT rode his bucking back like a sailor on a stormy sea. The men in the audience went wild, cheering JT on. But when JT showed no signs of letting go of Tyrone’s neck to let him breathe, a silent hush fell over the watching men.

            In the silence that fell, JT bent low and whispered into Tyrone’s ear, “I ever catch you near my bitch again, I’ll kill you.”

            He gave one last squeeze, pushing Tyrone into unconsciousness, then he let him go. Before he got up, JT used his knife to carve his initials just above Tyrone’s right shoulder blade. Tyrone would have to someone carve them out or burn the skin to erase it, unless Tyrone wanted to become someone’s bitch.

            JT wiped his knife on his pants, and went to the cell door, where the key hung waiting for him outside the bars.

            Behind JT Tyrone rose to his feet, like a man rising from a drugged sleep. His eyes focused blearily on JT, and he came after him, gaining speed with all the grace of a charging bull.

            JT whirled to face him, his knife up, ready to carve into Tyrone for real this time.

“You wanna die tonight?” JT said quietly.

Tyrone looked around at the shadowy square, seeking a friendly face. Finding none, he looked back at JT. Tyrone held up both hands in a gesture of surrender and dropped his knife at JT’s feet.

“I didn’t think so,” JT said, and deliberately turned his back on Tyrone. He’d already decided that if Tyrone came at him again, he’d kill him. No more talk.

Tyrone decided to live and JT reached through the bars and got the key that unlocked the cell. Calvin and Terence met him outside the door. They tried to hold Kyle back, but JT signaled to them to let him go. Kyle ran to JT, running his hands quickly over his sweaty body.

“Are you ok?” Kyle said.

“Yeah boy,” JT said. “Fucking punk didn’t lay a finger on me.”

Behind them Tyrone slammed through the open door and made his way through the crowd without a backward glance at JT.

“What about him?” Calvin said, looking at Tyrone’s retreating back. “You want us to do anything?”

JT shook his head. “No. Not unless he fucks with us.”

Calvin nodded, but he looked at JT with obvious displeasure in his hard eyes.

“Leave him alone,” JT said, meeting Calvin’s hard eyes. “Don’t make trouble where we don’t need it.”

Calvin held up both hands. “I won’t do nothing to his punk ass unless he crosses me.”

JT nodded and grabbed Kyle’s hand. “Come on boy.”

Men made way for JT and Kyle, making a narrow aisle in the crowd for them. JT led Kyle down twisting stone corridors, guiding them with the strong flashlight he’d taken from his black bag. The noise of the men had fallen behind them a long time ago.

“We’re not going back upstairs?” Kyle said, peering into the darkness that pressed all around him.

“No baby,” JT said, pulling Kyle along. “I’m taking you on a date.”

Kyle fell silent, and concentrated on following JT through the twisting darkness. A few times Kyle thought he heard far away screams. He asked JT about it, but he wouldn’t answer Kyle. When Kyle thought he could stand no more of following JT’s flashlight beam through coal black darkness, JT said, “Stay here.”

Kyle panicked when JT let go of his hand and walked on, until he realized that JT wasn’t going far. They’d stopped in front of a cell that was three times the size of the cells in the main prison.

            JT walked into the cell, taking a lighter from his pocket. Kyle watched while JT went around the cell, lighting fat midnight blue candles that were already there. He could tell from the way wax had melted down the sides of the candles that this room had been used before. It didn’t have the same smell of disuse as the rest of the abandoned prison.

            As JT lit candles, Kyle saw red brick walls emerge from the dark shadows. The candles revealed a stained stone floor, and a strangely new mattress on an old prison cot. A wooden table that had been new when this part of the prison was built, stood in one corner. Black handcuffs hung from the iron bars to Kyle’s left, just the right height to handcuff someone to the bars, standing up.

            JT lay on the wide cot on his side, one leg up, and patted the mattress next to him.

            “Come here baby,” JT said softly.

            Kyle knew he had no choice. There was nowhere to run. Even if he was willing to brave the pitch blackness beyond the candlelight, Kyle would never find his way out of the dark maze. Kyle walked into the cell, and sat stiffly on the mattress beside JT.

            “You want me to take off my clothes?” Kyle said, looking down at his hands.

            “No boy,” JT said, running his big, strong hands over Kyle’s slender body. “I’ll take them off.”

            Kyle swallowed back his fear. At least he knew JT wasn’t going to just handcuff him to the bars and rape him raw. He would have done that already. Wouldn’t he?
            Kyle heard JT take off his shirt. He turned to look at his sculpted body in the candlelight. His chest and belly rippled with dark muscle. Sweat clung to him from the gladiator fight. Seeing JT fight over him had made Kyle incredibly hot for him. But Kyle didn’t want JT to fuck his ass. Kyle wanted to slip to his knees between JT’s strong legs and pleasure his thick cock while JT told him what a bitch he was.

            “Come here baby,” JT said, pulling Kyle against him. When he felt how stiffly the boy rested against him, he said, “Relax boy. I ain’t gonna hurt you.”

            JT ran his hands slowly down Kyle’s body, sliding up under his t-shirt and caressing his hairless chest.

            “You’re soft,” JT said, sliding his calloused fingers across Kyle’s sensitive nipples. “I like my girls to be soft like you.”

            Kyle slowly relaxed as JT fondled his body, running his big hands down between Kyle’s legs, feeling how the boy’s cock bulged against his jeans. JT pressed his back up against the wall and opened his legs. He pulled Kyle close, so the boy’s head rested on his muscular chest and Kyle's ass pressed up against JT’s crotch.

            As JT ran his hands over Kyle’s body slowly, he whispered into his ear.

            “I ain’t had a virgin in a long time.”

            JT ran his hands up under Kyle’s thin cotton t-shirt again and found his pink nipples and twisted gently. He kissed the side of Kyle’s neck softly, his breath hot against his neck.

            “Don’t fight me,” he whispered, while he worked Kyle’s nipples. “I’ll make it good for you, bitch.”

            Kyle, who wanted nothing more at that moment than to feel JT’s thick cock stretching his lips, moaned softly, letting his head fall back against JT’s broad chest.

            “That’s it boy,” JT said, licking and kissing Kyle. “You’re mine. Give in to it.”

            When JT slipped Kyle’s t-shirt over his head, the boy was glad to be free of the thin cotton. Now he could feel the hardness of JT’s muscled chest pressing up against him, skin to skin. Kyle squirmed as JT ran his big hands over his body, down between his legs.

            “I’ll be good, JT,” Kyle whispered. “I won’t fight.”

            “Yeah boy,” JT said, rubbing his rough palms against Kyle’s nipples. “That’s right. Be a good bitch. ‘Cause you’re getting my cock up your virgin hole tonight. You can get it hard or easy, up to you. Understand?”

            “Yeah,” Kyle said, lifting his hips as JT’s strong hand kneaded his cock through his jeans.

            Kyle felt JT unzip his jeans, but he wasn’t afraid. He wanted to feel JT’s big hands on his cock. He was desperate for JT to jack him off. JT reached inside the boy’s jeans and rubbed his hand against the thin fabric of his briefs, teasing Kyle’s hard cock.

            “Fuck boy,” JT said. “This cock is so hard. You want me to fuck your ass that bad?”

            Kyle moved his hips, pressing into JT’s hand. “No. I wanna suck your dick,” Kyle said, moving rhythmically, wishing JT would close his fist around his throbbing cock. “And feel your come jetting down my throat.”

            “If you’re a good bitch,” JT said, reaching into Kyle’s briefs and taking his throbbing cock into his fist. “I’ll let you suck me and jack off.” He slid his fist up and down Kyle’s hard cock, slick with pre come. “I’ll let you come on your knees with my hard cock in your mouth. You want that boy?”

            “Yeah,” Kyle said, pumping his hips in and out of JT’s fist.

            “Take my cock up that virgin hole like a good bitch, and I’ll let you come like that.”

            JT slid his fingers into Kyle’s mouth, making the boy lick the sticky pre-come from his fat fingers. Then he slid his hand down Kyle’s body, between his legs, to his ass.

            “I bet this ass is aching for something good and hard,” JT said.

            Kyle tensed up the moment he felt JT’s big finger at the entrance to his ass.

            “Relax bitch,” JT said quietly. “Don’t piss me off.”        

            JT circled the outside of the trembling boy’s hole with his finger, kissing Kyle's neck softly, then he rested his finger against the virgin tightness and let Kyle’s writhing ass push onto his finger. JT slid his slick fist slowly up and down Kyle’s throbbing cock, while he fingered the boy’s hot hole.

            “Oh yeah boy,” he whispered into Kyle’s ear. “This fuck hole’s so ready for my dick.”

            Kyle’s grasping ass throbbed around JT’s finger as he slid slowly in and out of the boy. Still jacking off Kyle’s dick, JT slid another finger into his ass slowly.

“After tonight, you’ll be my girl,” JT said into Kyle’s ear. “Cause I’m gonna fuck this virgin hole real good and make you take it like a bitch.”

            JT moved his fingers in and out of Kyle’s writhing ass while he worked the boy’s cock. JT’s thick cock was pressed up against the boy’s wriggling ass, throbbing wildly. He ached to sink into his new bitch’s tight hole.

“This ass is hungry for something bigger, ain’t it?” JT said.

            JT stroked Kyle’s slowly, fingering Kyle's ass, feeling how the boy’s cock throbbed in his fist, and how his hot ass grabbed at JT's fingers inside him. When JT felt Kyle jerk against his moving fist and knew the boy was almost ready to shoot, JT let go of Kyle's cock, but kept fingering his ass.

            “I’m ready for you bitch,” JT said. “My cock’s so hard thinking about fucking your virgin ass,” JT said, sliding his fingers in and out of Kyle’s hungry ass.

            Kyle writhed on JT’s fingers, trying to get them deeper inside him. He needed to feel something hot and hard up his ass. He needed JT’s cock inside him.

            “Yeah,” Kyle said, moving against JT’s hard body. “Please, fuck me. I want your cock in my ass.”

            “Yeah boy,” JT said, slipping his fingers out of the boy and pushing him away. “I’m gonna fuck that tight virgin hole real good.”

            JT rose from the bed and slipped out of his jeans. Kyle sat on the bed, his back against the wall his legs spread, looking at the way JT’s hard swollen cock jutted up past his navel. Suddenly Kyle was scared again. JT’s cock was so thick.

            JT saw fear come over the boy’s face. “Get on all fours for me,” he said, standing next to the bed, running his hands over Kyle’s body.

            Kyle got on his hands and knees, closing his eyes. JT moved Kyle’s arms out from under him, so his head rested on the mattress, and his ass stuck up high.

            “Spread your legs,” JT said, caressing Kyle’s trembling ass.

            Kyle spread his legs wide, exposing his pink virgin hole to JT’s hungry eyes.

            “Real nice, bitch,” JT said, lubing his swollen cock.

            He grabbed Kyle’s hips, felt him tense up. “You best relax bitch, or my dick will tear you in two.”

JT rubbed his hard cock against the entrance to Kyle’s hot hole, pressing the head of his cock against Kyle’s ass, feeling the heat of his tightness.

            “Oh yeah bitch,” JT said, easing his cock head into Kyle. “Here I come for your virgin ass.”

            Kyle gasped in pain as the thick head of JT’s dick went into his ass. He bit his lip, trying to stay still, trying not to make JT mad at him.

            JT moaned softly, feeling the way Kyle’s sweet ass grabbed his cock head, pulsing around his hard fuck meat. When the head of his cock was all the way inside the boy, he held himself still, fighting to control himself. He’d won Kyle’s ass in front of all the prison gladiators. JT ached to plunge deep into Kyle’s hot tightness and claim his victory.

            “Oh fuck,” JT said, rocking his hips, pressing his ten inch cock into Kyle’s hole slowly. “I forgot how good virgin ass is.”

            Kyle gasped and groaned in pain as JT’s thick cock stretched his tight hole. JT was so big, it felt like his ass was splitting wide open to take his dick.

            “Please JT,” Kyle begged. “I can’t. It hurts so bad.”     

            “Shut the fuck up,” JT said, inching into Kyle. “You’re my girl now. Get used to my cock stretching your bitch hole.”

            Kyle pressed his face into the mattress, groaning in pain, his whole body tense and trembling.

            The way the boy’s virgin hole quivered around his throbbing cock, and the sound of Kyle’s muffled groans of pain made JT crazy. A primitive part of him took over, driving him wild with lust. His mind filled with the need to sink his cock deep into the boy’s virgin hole and feel Kyle’s pulsing ass grab his dick. With his cock only halfway inside the boy, JT grabbed Kyle’s hips in a harsh grip and pulled Kyle’s ass onto his cock, driving deep into him at the same time.

            Kyle cried out, and struggled, but JT was too strong for him. JT drove into the writhing boy’s ass again and again feeling how his sweet virgin hole pulsed around his cock. Kyle fought, bucking against JT, trying to escape the pain in his ass, but it was no use.

            “Fucking bitch,” JT said, slamming his cock into Kyle’s ass. “Take my cock.”

JT rode Kyle hard, grunting and moaning, like a stallion breeding a mare. The sound of Kyle’s moans of pain echoed in JT's ears, making his cock throb hungrily inside the boy’s hot ass.

“You ain’t no virgin no more.” JT pounded the boy’s quivering hole. “You’re my fucking ass bitch now.”

JT fucked Kyle hard, grunting like an animal, his balls slamming into the struggling boy’s ass over and over. Sweat slid down JT's muscled chest. JT gripped Kyle’s hips so hard, his sculpted arms strained in the candlelight. Kyle whimpered in pain, struggling weakly in JT’s hard grip.

“Fucking virgin hole’s so good and tight around my dick.” JT threw his head back like a warrior claiming the spoils of victory.

            The stone room was full of the sounds of fucking. JT’s low moans echoed off the brick walls. Kyle’s whimpering groans of pain were nearly lost under the harsh sound of JT hammering into his ass, making loud slapping noises as his swollen cock sank deep into Kyle again and again.

“Oh yeah bitch.” JT pumped Kyle's ass with a new urgency. “You’re my girl now.”

            JT fucked Kyle's ass hard, lost in the pleasure of the boy’s tight hole pulsing around his throbbing cock. JT's whole body strained. He clenched his teeth. He was so fucking close.

            “You’re gonna take my load, bitch.”

            JT's voice was low and guttural, his breathing harsh and ragged. He dug his strong fingers into Kyle's ass, holding him tight while he pumped hard into Kyle's quivering hole. JT groaned as he felt his heavy balls clench. He grabbed Kyle even tighter and jammed his thick cock hard into the boy’s ass, moaning low in his throat.

            “Take it bitch,” JT said in a strangled voice. “Take my load.”

            JT grunted and groaned as his cock twitched deep inside the boy’s hot hole, then he went rigid and jammed his hips convulsively into Kyle, as his cock exploded hot come deep in the boy’s ass.

            “Oh fuck,” JT said, pulling out of Kyle’s ass.

            JT collapsed on the bed beside the trembling boy, breathing hard.

            “Your virgin ass was a sweet fuck,” JT said.

            “I’m sorry,” Kyle was saying over and over. “Don’t beat me up JT. I’m sorry. I tried, but you hurt me so bad.”

            Kyle was curled into a ball facing JT, shaking all over, begging JT not to hurt him. When JT reached to pull Kyle close, the boy cried out and scrambled further into the corner, away from him.

            “Come here bitch,” JT said, grabbing Kyle’s arm, and pulled him closer.

When the terrified boy looked up at him in the candlelight, JT said, “I ain’t gonna do nothing to you. It was my fault. I shouldn’t of done you like that.”

            He pulled Kyle into his strong arms, and waited ‘til the boy’s breathing calmed down.

            “Don’t beat me up, JT,” Kyle said. It was as if JT’s words didn’t penetrate Kyle’s fear. “Please. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to fight you.”

            “You ain’t done nothing boy,” JT said, running his hand over Kyle’s ass. “I ain’t gonna hurt you.”

            When JT felt Kyle relax against him, he said, “You were a good bitch. But that virgin ass just about drove me crazy.”

            Kyle said nothing, still trembling in his arms. JT moved Kyle’s hand to his cock, while he reached over and took Kyle’s dick in his fist.

            “Come on, boy,” JT said, moving his fist up and down Kyle’s cock, “get me hard again so I can give you what little bitches like you want – a big load in your mouth.”

            Kyle’s fist closed around JT’s semi-hard cock and started stroking him, bringing his fuck meat back to life, while JT stroked the boy’s rising cock.

            “You still wanna come with my hard cock in your mouth?” JT whispered into Kyle’s ear.

            The boy’s cock was already hard in his fist, and Kyle had forgotten his fear.

            “Yeah,” Kyle said, moaning softly while they stroked each other.

            “Yeah bitch?” JT said, stroking Kyle's cock. “After I reamed your ass, you still want a load down your throat?”

            “Yeah,” Kyle said again, feeling JT’s cock grow rock hard in his fist.

            “Tell me bitch,” JT said in a low voice, “tell me what you want.”

            “I wanna suck your cock,” Kyle said, lifting his hips up and down, sliding his cock in and out of JT’s fist. “I wanna come while I take your load.”

            “You hot little bitch,” JT said.

            He got up and stood next to the bed, his muscular legs spread wide, his hard cock jutting up.

            “Get over here boy,” JT said.

            Kyle hurried from the bed and knelt in front of JT. He took JT’s cock into his mouth and started stroking his own meat. But JT stepped back, pulling his cock out of Kyle's mouth. He slapped the boy’s face lightly.

            “I didn’t say you could jack off, bitch,” JT said, looking down at him.

            Kyle looked up at him, scared all over again.

            “First you’re gonna show me what a real good cock sucker you are,” JT said, stroking his own meat. “If I like how your bitch mouth feels on my cock, I’ll let you jack off and I’ll give you a load in your mouth. If you don’t do it how I like it, I’ll put you on all fours and come up your ass again.”

            JT liked seeing the fear in Kyle’s eyes as he slipped his thick cock back into the boy’s mouth.

            “Yeah boy, that’s it,” JT said, sliding in and out of Kyle’s mouth. “Show me what a bitch you are. Suck my cock after I reamed your virgin hole.”

            JT twisted his powerful fist into Kyle’s hair, holding his face still while he thrust slowly in and out of Kyle's mouth.

            “I’m gonna teach you how to be my girl,” JT said. “You’re gonna take my cock up your ass, down your throat. You’re gonna bend over when I snap my fingers bitch.”

            Kyle took JT’s cock deep down his throat, loving the feel of his thick meat filling his throat with each deep thrust. He moaned softly while he sucked JT’s hard dick, desperate to jack off his own throbbing cock. The way JT called him a bitch and fucked his face real hard made Kyle desperate to come.

            “That virgin ass was so good and tight,” JT said, pumping harder into Kyle’s mouth. “I’m gonna fuck that bitch hole every chance I get, boy.”

            Kyle looked up at him with scared eyes, while JT fucked his face, filling his mouth with his dark chocolate dick.

            “How come you look scared boy?” JT said, in a low, cruel voice. “You better get used to my fat cock up your bitch ass.”

            JT settled into a hard rhythm, fucking Kyle’s face in short, fast thrusts, holding his hair tight, forcing the boy to take his cock deep.

            “Stroke your cock, boy,” JT said, looking down at Kyle. “But you better not come ‘til I say so, bitch.”

            Kyle grabbed his cock in his fist and started jacking off. He moaned softly as JT fucked hard into his mouth, grinding his hips into Kyle’s face.

            “You’re my girl now,” JT said, riding Kyle's mouth. “You only come with my hard cock in your mouth or up your ass. I better not catch you jacking off again, bitch.”

            JT fucked Kyle's face harder, driving his cock deep down the boy’s throat, gagging him on nearly every stroke. He felt the boy’s body tense, knew the bitch was about to come.

            “You better not, bitch,” JT said, fucking Kyle's face. “You don’t come ‘til I say so. Get your hand off your cock.”

            Even though he was seconds away from getting the release he desperately needed, Kyle let go of his throbbing cock, too scared of JT to disobey him.

            “Yeah boy,” JT said, thrusting hard into Kyle’s mouth. “I’m gonna hump your pretty face and watch you come while I shoot my load down your throat.”

            JT ground his hips into Kyle's face, moaning deep in his throat, his head rolled back, his eyes closed. He fucked Kyle’s face using long strokes, pulling nearly all the way out of his mouth until only his cock head was between Kyle’s lips. Then he pumped back into his mouth, going deep, feeling Kyle’s throat clench around his cock.

            “You got a hot fucking mouth, bitch,” JT said. He pulled his hard dick out of Kyle’s mouth and pressed his cock against the boy’s yielding lips.

            “Show me how much you want my cock,” JT said. “Open your mouth real wide for me.”

            Kyle opened his mouth and JT slid his cock between his waiting lips, enjoying the sight of Kyle on his knees, his dick hard, hungry for JT’s load down his throat.

            “That’s it boy. Open your mouth for my cock after I fucked you hard,” JT said. He grabbed Kyle’s hair and fucked his face in a sweet rhythm that made his cock throb with aching need.

            “Oh yeah boy,” JT said, between clenched teeth, “I’m about to shoot. Jack off you little cock sucker.”

            JT pulled Kyle's face down on his cock, fucking his face hard while he watched the boy jack off, sliding his fist up and down his cock, slick with pre-come, moaning around JT’s dick. It drove JT wild to see his dark cock stretching the boy’s pink lips, and hear him moaning while he sucked him off.

            “Oh yeah, bitch, suck it,” JT said, pumping Kyle's mouth hard. “Take my cock.”

            Kyle sucked on JT’s throbbing meat while he jacked off, moaning around the big dick in his mouth.

            “Oh fuck,” JT said, hissing his breath between clenched teeth. “Here I come, bitch.”

JT’s whole body tensed and he grunted and moaned. His tight balls spasmed. JT felt Kyle tremble against him.

“Swallow my load, bitch.”

As JT’s cock jetted hot come down Kyle’s throat, the boy moaned one last time and his cock exploded as he swallowed JT’s come.

With his mouth full of the bitter, salty taste of JT’s hot come, Kyle looked up at him, his lips framed in white.

“You’re mine boy,” JT said, wiping his come from Kyle's lips. He stuck his fingers into the boy’s mouth, making him suck them clean, then he pulled Kyle's face into his crotch and made him lick his cock and balls clean.

Later, they lay together on the bed, Kyle curled up beside JT.

“I’m putting my name on your ass,” JT said quietly.

Kyle’s heart knocked hard in his chest at the thought of a tattoo.

“What will it say?” Kyle said.

“ ‘JT’s Bitch.’”

Kyle knew he had no choice, so he lay in silence for a long time, thinking.

“Can I ask you something?” Kyle said after a while.

“What?” JT was lying on his back, his fingers laced behind his head, looking up into the flickering darkness.

“Did I make you mad? Is that why you fucked me so hard?”

Kyle lay in the darkness, curled into a ball, facing JT, but not touching him. JT took so long answering that Kyle was afraid he’d said something wrong.

 “I don’t like you asking me questions like that,” JT said. His voice was low and hard in the dark shadows.

 “Sorry, JT,” Kyle said, keeping his voice soft and low.

“You’re my girl now.” JT turned on his side, and reached for Kyle.

Kyle cringed, pressed himself closer to the wall behind him. “Don’t hit me, JT. I’m sorry.”

JT ran his rough hand over Kyle’s smooth, round ass. “If I feel like fucking you hard, you’ll take it hard. Any questions?”

Kyle shook his head, and lay in silence beside JT. The hard coldness in JT's voice gave Kyle a strange comfort he’d never felt before. In a deep part of him, he liked getting on his knees for a man like JT. He liked the way JT called him a bitch and forced him to suck his cock, then lick his cock and balls clean. No man had ever forced him the way JT did. It satisfied a deep hunger in Kyle that no lover had ever touched.

And Kyle knew that sooner or later, he’d want JT’s cock inside him again. Even though his ravaged ass throbbed with dull pain, Kyle already felt empty without JT inside him. Kyle knew it was only a matter of time before he craved feeling JT’s thick cock stretching his tight hole again.

 Kyle drew closer to JT and timidly pressed his hand to JT’s chest, trailing his fingers over his hard muscle. When Kyle took the box of pink candy from JT yesterday, he’d known it would lead to this.

“JT?”

JT rested his hand on Kyle’s ass, looking down at the boy.

“What?”

Kyle looked up into JT hard eyes and said, “Thanks for the candy.”

A hint of a smile touched JT’s dark eyes. Kyle knew that there would be no escaping the fate that waited for him in JT’s gleaming eyes. Now Kyle was a prisoner to JT’s harsh, unyielding demands. But tonight Kyle had discovered that he didn’t want to be free. He needed to belong to a man like JT. Kyle pressed closer to JT. When JT wrapped his strong arm around him, Kyle knew that he had ventured into undiscovered, virgin territory.

 

 

 

 

 

His name was Jakob, which I first thought was German but he turned out to be Polish. He had been born in London, moved back to Poland and then returned to London to work and study for his diploma, sponsored, like me, by his firm of builders. He was nineteen, a bit shy and straight. I learned this in the cafeteria during our second week. By the end of the first term I had learned very little else about him, except that he kept himself to himself, never stayed after class for a drink, and disappeared every lunchtime for about half an hour. I never knew where he went but, as I started to become more interested in him I decided that I would make it my duty to find out.

Our second term started in the spring and by this time some of the class had dropped out. There were only twelve of us but I was pleased to see that Jakob had returned. The first week back I tried to make conversation with him and made sure I moved from my usual desk to the one beside him so that I would have more opportunities to talk to him. From this new position I could also glance at him more often. But he remained quiet and secretive and we got no further than hello and good bye.

During one lecture, a particularly boring one about health and safety regulations, I noticed that he had something hidden in his folder. He had the folder standing up on the desk in front of him so that the lecturer could not see that he was thumbing through the magazine that was hidden inside. From my place next to him I could quite clearly see that it was a magazine full of hard-core pictures of guys and women getting down to some heavy sex. As he turned the pages he looked up, as if he was listening to the lecture, and then would pretend to write something down. He was actually just doodling, but he was giving the appearance of being an attentive student.

I rested my elbow on my desk, propped up my head in my hand and pretended that I was also making notes. What I was actually doing was giving myself an uninterrupted view of Jakob, and particularly the front of his trousers. He wore combat style army pants, tight around the crotch and top of the legs with baggy pockets on the sides. They hugged his slim waist nicely and helped to define the bulge at the front. The bulge was not huge, Jakob himself was only about five feet seven tall and a bit scrawny to be honest, but what he lacked in physique he made up for in looks. Smooth skin, short black hair and wide, deep eyes that grew larger as he continued to gawp at his porno mag as if he’d never seen one before. And the more he gawped the more the front of his trousers grew. He shifted his position, bringing one leg up and resting his ankle on his knee.

The lecturer was asking a question and, for a moment, I was distracted. I answered him and then wrote something down. When I looked back to the lad next door I caught him pulling his hand away from the front of his trousers, having just adjusted himself. I could clearly see the outline of his cock pressing firm against the light material of his combat trousers now. It was lying to one side, reaching almost to a pocket and beneath it his balls were making a nice, round bulge. I wanted to stop time, if it were only possible, get down on my knees and unzip those combats to take hold of the meat that was straining to be let out. But the lesson dragged on, after a while Jakob put his magazine away and paid attention. And after what seemed like an eternity, the lecture finished and we were let out for lunch.

I noticed that he kept his folder, complete with hidden magazine, under his arm as he left the room. The rest of the class turned right, towards the canteen, but Jakob turned left. This, I decided, was going to be the day I discovered where he went. I followed at a reasonable distance, my eyes fixed firmly on the small rounds of his arse. My own cock was still recovering from the unexpected turn on before, the front of my briefs was slightly damp and my own balls felt swollen. Once I found out where he went I was going to find a cubicle somewhere and jack off while the images of him were still fresh in my mind.

At the end of the corridor he turned left again and climbed the stairs. Other students were coming down in hoards, making their way to lunch before all the tables were taken, but Jakob ignored them. He knew where he was going and nothing was getting in his way. He climbed two floors to the library and went in. Maybe he was just an avid reader? Maybe he took his porn to the quiet recesses of the library to jack off under the table?

The library was all but deserted. Someone was at work behind the reception desk and someone else was studying over by the windows. I paused, pretended I’d forgotten what I had come in for, waited to see where Jakob went, and then followed him again. He disappeared behind the furthest row of shelves and, by the time I got there, had vanished completely. This was a new part of the college to me. I’d never been in the library before; if I needed books I bought them.

There was only one place he could have gone; through a door showing a sign for ‘Gents’. Of course! He came up here to the back of beyond to wank himself over his straight porn. Maybe he couldn’t do it at home with his parents around? Whatever the reason I was glad he chose somewhere out of the way. The toilets were silent inside. Three cubicles lined one wall and beside them was one long, steel trough. A couple of old sinks stood opposite and one, high up window, was shut and dirty. The door to the furthest cubicle was closed and the other two open so I guessed he must already have been inside. I slipped into the middle one and was relived to see that it locked.

But now what was I going to do? I heard the rustle of pages next door and knew that he was in there already flicking through his pictures. I looked at the cubicle walls and realised that this was the place to come when you wanted to cum. The graffiti bore testament to many a horny, frustrated student. Apart from the crude drawings of spurting cocks and hairy balls, apart from the mobile phone numbers and the dates to meet there was a huge variety of one-liners. ‘I want to suck your cock.’ ‘Just had a new lad in here, only 17, huge prick.’ ‘Fuck my arse in tights and panties.’ To mention a few.

I sat down and pressed my ear to the thin, plasterboard wall to hear better the sounds from next door. And that is when I noticed the glory hole. It had been gouged out, the edges smoothed off in an almost professional way and then covered with a piece of tissue. I blew on it, the tissue fell away and I could see the floor of the cubicle next door. Resting on the floor was a pair of feet in black boots. Scrunched up around them were a pair of green combat trousers and a pair of white boxer shorts. I leaned further forward and could see his legs, smooth, almost hairless and, resting on them, his magazine.

I don’t know if he had noticed me then, he must have heard me come it but he didn’t stop what he was doing. I could see that his right hand was holding the magazine but I could see no more. The cover was hiding his other hand and the youthful cock he must have been fisting in it. But this view was enough. My cock was hardening and needed to be let out. I stood, took a risk but didn’t care. I stood facing the wall so that if he looked through the hole he would see me, and I slowly unzipped my jeans. I made sure my belt buckle rattled as I undid it and then slowly slid my own trousers down to the floor. I stood up straight again and fondled my stiffening cock through my shorts, if he was watching me he would get a good show. I pulled the waistband down a little to reveal some of my hairy bush and cupped my balls through the material of the shorts. My six inches was tenting out at the front and when I pulled my shorts down further it slapped out to freedom, the head damp and sticky, the skin pulled right back. I stood there, wrapping my fist around my bollocks and just showing everything. Everything hard, hairy and ready for action.

And then I stood back a little and crouched down onto my haunches. Time to see what he was up to. My face came level with the hole just as he stood up. I saw his smooth skinned thighs, a neat bush of black hair set against a white, flat stomach and a slender, young piece of flesh hanging semi-hard over a hairless, wrinkled sack. So this is what a nineteen year old Polish cock looked like. I wanted to know how it tasted. He was showing it to me proudly and with no shyness now. And he took a step closer.

The pink tip came through the hole, circumcised and glistening and, after a moment’s manipulation his cute ball sack was through, framed by the wall, just lying there waiting for me. I lent forward, breathed in the scent of his groin and blew gently on the tip of his penis. It twitched, I licked the pre-cum with my tongue and it twitched again. Slowly I ran my tongue along the shaft until it played around his short hairs, then back along underneath until the rim of his tip rested on my bottom teeth. I closed my lips carefully around it, formed them into a circle and held him there while my tongue darted and jabbed at his cock head. Within seconds he was fully hard. I slid him in so very slowly, savouring the smoothness, the feel of his warm flesh against my lips, until my nose was into his bush and my head was against the wall. I sucked and then slid back, my tongue pressed firmly against the underside of the youthful meat. Again I rested his head on my teeth and sucked in the juice that was starting to escape.

I put one hand around his balls, cupped them and rolled them around in my palm as I went down again, still slowly, still teasing him. I heard a slight moan as I took his whole length to the back of my throat, and another when I released him and started licking his ball sack. I longed for the wall to disappear, so that I could wrap my arms around his slim waist and feel the firmness of his tight arse in my large hands. I wanted to turn him around, burry my face in his crack and show him what other pleasures men could endure with men. But I was also content to taste his young sack, feel his hardness against my face and breathe in the scent of lad sweat as I worked his bollocks with my tongue.

And then he was pulling away, his cock slipped back through the hole and I saw him crouch down. Immediately I stood up, fed my own meat through the hole and pressed myself up against the cold, hard wall. I felt a hand stroke along my shaft as if it didn’t know what to do with it. Fingers lightly played the full length, turned my cock head inquisitively and then ran through my manly bush of coarse hair. I felt his other hand take my ball sack and roll it, as I had done to him. And then I felt the first breath of warm air against my cock. Soft lips tentatively touched my throbbing end. A wet, soft tongue licked me there and then my shaft was surrounded by heat. I wished I could have held his head, felt his soft, dark hair in my grip as I pushed myself in. But with the wall between us he was now in control. He kept on at my balls as he went down, drawing me in further until I could feel the back of his throat resist against the meat that was trying to get in deeper. I heard him gag, felt him pull back, and then he tried again. As soon as I felt his lips dampen my hair I knew he had taken all of me. His squeezing on my balls quickened and his mouth closed tighter around me.

He pulled back quickly, I felt cold air on my cock head for a second and then it was hot again, plunged to the back of his throat in one deft movement. Again it was released, and again covered as he took me in, drew back, took me in and then drew back again. He was sliding his throat up and down my shaft in a faster rhythm now, feasting on it as if he’d never tasted a man before and this was his only chance. Eagerly he grabbed and pulled at my tightening balls as his mouth worked up and down my shaft. I knew I would not be able to endure this for long. My cock had fattened, somewhere inside I felt the first stirrings and my cock head started to tingle. I wanted to warn him but there was no way. I tried to pull back, I wanted to taste him again, I wanted this to last for a long time, but he had me held fast with his keen, young mouth.

He was beating down on me, using his mouth to wank me off. His mouth felt like a strong, powerful hand pumping my meat as he swallowed me, sucked, slid me out and dived on me again. I clawed at the wall, pushed myself back so that my cock was thrust as deep into him as it could go. I could see the rough graffiti, read the vulgar words, ‘I want to cum in a cute student’s mouth.’ ‘Straight student wants to taste man cock.’  

You’re gunna taste it now. My balls were filled, my cock gorged and scraping against his teeth as he gagged on me. But still he took me in. I pushed as far into him as I could go, and my legs tensed. I grabbed my solid arse cheeks with both hands, and pressed myself as close to the wall as I could. And erupted. My hips jolted in spasm, my cock burned inside his throat and grew hotter as I felt my cum shoot into him and slash back around my shaft. As soon as it started he dived down on me, buried his face into me and held my cock as far in his mouth as he could get it. I shot again, his tongue stroked against my pumping shaft and his fingernails dug into my bollocks. I felt him swallow, the friction of his tight throat on my cock head sent another wave through me and I spurted more juice into his straight gullet. He kept me in his mouth as I gasped and twitched to stillness, licking my cock and draining it of its last drop of cum, drinking me in, drinking me down and dry. Until I could tolerate it no more and I pulled back.

He let me go and I slipped my glistening, wet cock back through the hole. I squatted down again, ready to reciprocate, keen to give him the same treatment. He stood up. I licked my lips to get them moist and waited to receive his young tool. But he just stood there, his cock hanging semi-lip, a dribble of cum hanging from its head. It was a gorgeous, smooth piece of meat that I had tasted only briefly and now may never taste again. It was too late. He had cum while blowing me. He was showing me the effect my cock had had on him.

I put a finger through, beckoned him closer and, when he did put his flaccid cock up against the hole I just took it in my mouth and held it there for a while. And then I let him go. Heard him do up his combat trousers and leave the cubicle. I dried myself off and did the same.

When I stepped back into the enforced silence of the library I saw him walking away. He stopped at the door, turned around and looked at me. I sat at a table, pretending to glance over a newspaper. After a few seconds he came back and stood in front of me. He lent down.

‘Will you tell anyone?’ he said nervously.

I shook my head. ‘Of course I won’t,’ I reassured him.

‘Thanks. See you next week in class then.’

He stood up and turned. Where his hand had rested on the table was now a piece of paper. I unfolded it.

‘Straight student wants to taste man cock.’ It read. And underneath this a mobile phone number and another line: ‘In case you can’t wait until next week.’

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“The Rose Hotel requires a young man to join the team servicing our exclusive clientele. Must be flexible and accommodating to clients’ needs. Working hours will be long but satisfying. No prior experience required,  this will be provided on-the-job. Excellent salary, clothing provided and large tips can be anticipated. Apply to The Manager etc…etc…”

Jason quickly wrote down the number and hurried to telephone the hotel. A man answered and they had a brief conversation about his age and his reasons for wanting the position.

“We’d better see you down here Jason” the manager said. “Pack something light and catch a train to Worthington-on-Sea. Let us know the time and a car will meet you”.

Jason hurried to comply and the next afternoon was alighting on the platform at the discreet seaside town. A uniformed chauffeur approached him and took his bags to a waiting Rolls. “We normally have this car for the guests” he said “They are the type of people who like to be picked up and taken to the hotel as quickly as possible. Don’t like hanging around. Our visitors are very particular. Then I’m sure you’ll find out about that if you work here.”

Jason looked out as the countryside slipped by. The hotel was obviously some way out of town. The Rolls glided up a quiet country lane and turned into a tree-lined drive. The only entrance sign for the hotel was a pair of intertwined roses painted on the stone pillars by the road. The car’s tyres crunched down the tree-lined gravel drive and pulled up in front of an old manor-house.

“Up the steps and ask for The Manager at Reception” he was instructed.

Jason was shown into a well-appointed office and a moment or two later a man came in:

“Welcome Jason, I am André, the manager of The Rose Hotel. I hope that your journey was comfortable.”

After a few brief introductions André began asking questions of Jason – his age, how he felt about serving clients, whether he had worked in hotels before and so on. After about half an hour of discussion he told Jason that he seemed perfect for the position that they had in mind.

“We need also to talk about what your salary and conditions will be. The success of our hotel is based on two important principles. Firstly we must do whatever our clients want – we are here to service their needs. Secondly because of the particular nature and requirements of our clientele we must be totally and utterly confidential and discreet. We require anyone working here to never discuss the hotel outside of these four walls. In return we pay our staff exceptionally well – in your case you will receive four times the minimum wage. Our clients are also most generous with gratuities if they like the service offered – so you can expect to nearly double your earnings.”

This sounded amazing to Jason – a summer at The Rose Hotel would almost pay for his full university course! Not many 18 year-olds would be in that position.

“I hope that this arrangement would be satisfactory for you Jason”.

“Oh, yes definitely yes it would be.”

“And how keen are you to earn this amount of money?”

“Very keen indeed sir – just tell me what to do. I never thought that I could be so lucky!”

“Well if you are sure of that, and want to earn that level of money for the summer, then perhaps I can tell you something more about the hotel services and our clients?  You will notice something special about the hotel Jason. All our staff are male. This is because at The Rose we cater only for male guests. Our guests are often very prominent people. They come here sometimes on their own and sometimes with their male friends to relax and enjoy themselves. Our staff play an important part in this enjoyment, not only through the way we operate the hotel but also by catering for our clients’ personal needs.” Jason moved a bit uncomfortably in his chair. “That is why, Jason, you can expect to earn so much money here. Our clients pay well for what they want. Of course you may decide that you would prefer other types of work elsewhere which pay less…”

Jason’s mind was racing. He really wanted to earn as much as he could. The Rose Hotel offered him the chance in one summer to pay for his whole university course. But to do this he would have to be at the beck and call of gay clients and to do what André had described as ‘cater for their needs’. This he realised meant performing gay sex in various ways with them. But the lure of the money kept coming back to him.

“I’m very nervous about what you have described, sir” he replied “I have no experience of this type of activity. On the other hand working here would see me through university so I don’t want to say no.”

“Well” said André “I should dearly like to employ you. Our guests, I am sure, would find you irresistible. In situations like yours Jason we always make sure that you are well prepared before you deal with clients. There are a number of us on staff here who would delight in initiating you into our ways. If you are willing we can begin today. I just need to get you to sign these forms which indicate your consent to working here and then we can get down to business.”

Urged on by thoughts of a secure future and encouraged by André’s words Jason took the forms and signed them. Whatever reservations he had were outweighed by the financial prospects.

Once he had been shown to his room and he had unpacked his few belongings Jason was asked to make his way down to the staff fitness centre. Here he was introduced to a number of the hotel staff who were doing work-outs on various machines. André said to him that the first thing to do was to measure him for his working clothes.

“Step out of your clothes, Jason” he was asked “Don’t be shy we all get to know each other very well round here”

Reluctantly he did as he was told, stopping with his briefs on. He was quickly told that they were to come off too. When he stood there naked in front of all the others he felt very vulnerable. He heard a few intakes of breath from around the room and one or two comments about his physique – which seemed to be a topic of genuine admiration. A man he learned was named William ran the tape measure across him calling out sizes to someone else.

“Not bad, not bad at all” said William “I am sure the clients will really like you – particularly when we have got you prepared properly.”

It was now explained that one requirement was for all staff to have their body hair completely removed. Jason squirmed at the thought. “How do I do that?” he asked.

“Come with us into the next room and we will arrange it for you” said William. Hands gently took hold of Jason’s arms and led him through to a plain room with a long narrow table in the middle. “Don’t worry we are not going to do anything extreme! We have our own special formula of depilation cream which we all use. Just lie right down and relax”

For the first time in his life Jason was experiencing men’s hands working on him. He could feel them starting at his neck and the cream being worked in down his body. His nipples attracted detailed attention being squeezed and teased by curious fingers. Then his flat stomach was being rubbed. He started to feel more than a little panicky as the hands progressed lower and lower. One of the other guys seeing his nervousness gave his hand a squeeze and lent over and kissed him. Jason was startled but found the sensation of having his body rubbed and being kissed stimulating. He could feel the blood expanding his penis. “Oh, yes” said a voice somewhere near by.

Then the massaging hand was rubbing the cream into his pubic hair and round the shaft of his erection. The man kissing him moved his tongue along Jason’s lips and he found himself opening his mouth to kiss back. The hand below was rubbing the cream sensitively into his penis and around his scrotum. He gasped. Then it moved away down his thighs.

When his front had been prepared he was asked to roll over so that his back could be checked. The main concentration of effort was on his buttocks to remove the light hairs there. Then the fingers prised apart his cheeks and searched through his cleft checking for signs of hair there. Another dose of cream was applied and rubbed into this sensitive area. “What a cute little rosebud you’ve got there Jason” said André, who had been attentively following the whole process.

“OK, get up and come to the shower area so we can wash the cream off you” said William. Jason obediently followed and was helped by numerous hands to wash himself down. As he did this any hairs on his body fell away leaving it completely nude and glistening. “Now you’re starting to look like a member of the staff” he was told.

That evening Jason ate sparingly in the staff dining room. Everyone was very friendly but he was still very nervous about what he had agreed to do. The talk around the table was of how generous many of the clients were. This made him feel a little more confident in his decision but he was still fundamentally nervous about what was expected of him. His clothes felt quite strange though. He was not at all used to have a hairless body and he could feel the cloth rubbing against him.

As he was finishing André called him over and said “Tonight I would like you to come to my apartment on the third floor. There are some things I need to discuss with you about life here. We can talk and see how we get on together.” A few of the others laughed at this and told him that they looked forward to finding out about his experiences the next morning.

Later that evening Jason nervously knocked on André’s door. It opened quickly and he went in. The living room was luxurious with beautiful drapes, large sofa and in pride of place an enormous four poster bed befitting the antiquity of the hotel. A fire blazed in the hearth. André himself was in a silk dressing gown and standing at a table mixed a Bellini for Jason. “If you haven’t had one before Jason, you will love it – it is a mix of peach brandy and champagne”

Jason took the glass, André chinked his glass on Jason’s and the young man began to sip carefully. The potent mixture soon began to make him feel more at ease.

The hotel manager gestured his guest to sit down on the sofa next to him facing the fire.

“Jason since I met you today I have been thinking so much what a lovely young man you are and how well you may fit in here. I am sure that our guests will adore you. But I want to check with you how willing you are to become involved in the kind of lifestyle we cater for here?”

“How do you mean?” Jason asked warily.

“Well you know that we run a men only establishment, Jason. We are very proud of our gay focus and do everything to meet our guests’ requests and needs. To be frank this includes their sexual needs. If you work here I am absolutely sure that many of them would want you to be a participant with them, you are such a lovely and beguiling youth. As I said to you at our talk this morning, there are very significant benefits that you can earn. Not only your salary but from the generosity of the guests you may have a relationship with and the introductions that they can make for you in the outside world – so many of them are persons of great influence in business, arts and politics. My impression was that you have no experience of this kind of thing and I wanted to see how you feel about it. Be honest with me, would you prefer to not go ahead or are you happy to be part of our team, knowing what I have just said?”

“If I’m honest” Jason replied “ I have very mixed feelings. I am very nervous about it all. I have no experience of this lifestyle but on the other hand the idea of funding my career is so attractive. It’s all a bit confusing for me”

“It is always hard to anticipate every possibility Jason, but being absolutely blunt, it means letting men make love to you and maybe doing the same for them. Our guests would see you as a major part of the service available to them. I have to tell you that they are not shy about asking. And this means sex – I can’t be more direct than that.  Does this horrify you?”

“It’s what frightens me André. I have never done anything like this and it’s a scary prospect. You and the staff seem very nice and the opportunities sound so good. What do you think I should do?”

“If you are willing to do it I should feel very happy to have you around here to develop and guide you in our ways. I think you are so lovely and someone who will fit in so well with us. But I don’t want to push you into something. I would love to hear you say you will try it but it really is up to you to balance your feelings about what will be required of you and of your chances of paying for your education this way.”

Shakily Jason said ‘Oh God, its so hard to say no to the chance.  I’ll try my best but I just don’t know what will happen. Please be tolerant with me. I have never done this sort of thing. I have no idea how I will react to a man trying to have sex with me.”

André put his arms around him and gave him a little hug.

“Jason it’s wonderful to hear you saying you’ll give work here a try.  Maybe I can help you learn. We know each other a bit. From experience I think it may be better for you to let me introduce you to our ways than to leave it to a complete stranger. In any case if I am absolutely honest with you I would be very jealous if you were to give yourself to someone else first”

Jason just nodded his head, too nervous to say anything.

“Let me mix another drink for us to celebrate. Meanwhile the fire is hot and you look overdressed my dear” André said. “Whilst I get us the drinks go into my dressing room through there, slip out of your clothes and put on a dressing gown like mine – you’ll find plenty in there. You will feel much more relaxed and we can enjoy the evening together.”

When he emerged André commented how much sexier he looked, handed him a drink and ‘chinked’ glasses again “To a long and satisfying relationship” he said.

He patted the couch and invited Jason to sit next to him again and using a remote control dimmed the lights in the room until only the firelight cast a warm flickering, glow on the walls and ceiling.

“From tomorrow I shall have to share you with our guests” he said “But tonight I want you here with me”. He pressed another button on the remote control and soft music filled the room. Telling Jason not to be nervous he moved close to him. “You looked so lovely this afternoon” he said. “When I saw you naked after you had showered you looked like a young Greek God with the water dripping off you. I was hoping then that you felt that you had made the right decision. Now I am really so pleased”

His hand slipped around the back of Jason’s neck and pulled the young boy towards him.

“Jason, if you will let me, I want to introduce you to gay lovemaking tonight”

He started to kiss the boy passionately on the mouth and on the neck. Tears welled up in Jason’s eyes as he tried to adjust to what lay ahead.

“It’s alright” said André “I realise that this is all new to you, that you are a virgin to my kind of sex, but let me be your teacher. I promise to be a very caring one”

Saying this he once again kissed the emotionally charged youth and encouraged him to part his lips so that their tongues could meet in passion. After a few minutes of deep kissing Jason felt the André’s hand tugging gently on the cord of the dressing gown, undoing it and opening the garment. A hand searched across his chest and found one of his nipples which it started to brush and squeeze. Despite his reservations Jason could not help sighing at the sensation this teasing evoked. The other hand started to rove and wander more across his smooth body.  Before he could ask André to take it away a voice whispered in his ear

“Jason, I want to take you to bed with me, I want to make passionate love to you, take your virginity, to deflower you, and begin to initiate you in the pleasures that men can bring to each other. Will you do that with me? Unite our bodies and let me be the first man to come into you so that you and I have that sense of oneness?”

Tears welled up again in Jason’s eyes “Please, whatever do you think of me, I have never done this type of thing and I am very scared about it”

“Don’t be frightened – we will be slow and gentle with each other. I think you are a most beautiful, adorable Adonis whom I truly want to make passionate love to”

André’s reached for Jason’s hand and pulled it inside his own dressing gown and down onto his erect penis.

 “Take it and feel it. See how much it wants you too.  Imagine the pleasure you can give to me and I can give to you. Let me show you how much it wants to be in you”

Jason could feel the warmth in his hand and the stiffness of the erection. He felt himself being encouraged to stand up, was being kissed again and then led towards the four-poster bed. The dressing gown was drawn away from around his shoulders and slid to the floor. André stared at the shapely youthful body, the still unconsummated rear and the shapely hips and legs. He pulled back the sheets and slipping off his own gown held out both arms, took Jason by the hands hugged him tightly and then guided him onto the bed. Now Jason was lying down with André naked beside him.

“You are so beautiful to have beside me in bed. I want to explore you and fill you with my being, spiritual and physical – I need you so much – I want you to surrender yourself wholly to me. There are things I will do that will be unfamiliar to you and may make you feel a bit shy. But try and let me do them. They will seem a bit strange to you at first but I can assure you that they will make things more pleasant and easier for you. Now just relax your mind, let the tension drift out of you as we hold each other close”

For a number of minutes they kissed and caressed each other as André’s arms wrapped themselves around the smooth skin of the nervous young man. As his tongue sought out the inside of the youthful mouth André also pressed his body tightly against Jason, letting his chest rub against his companion’s hairless torso. Below his waist Jason could feel André’s erect penis rubbing on his naked groin. Despite himself he felt his own member stiffening in response.

Waiting for the right moment to progress further André ran his hand up and down Jason’s spine, holding him close and moving slowly towards touching his buttocks.  As his fingers reached the base of the spine he felt Jason shift and wriggle a bit but continued to hold him in a passionate embrace and intensified the actions of his tongue inside the mouth he was kissing with intensity. With deliberate slowness he let his hand wander across the still virgin buttocks. Lightly he traced up and down the dividing crack. His mind visualised parting the white cheeks, of mounting behind the young man and the tightness and tension of entering Jason’s virgin love tunnel for the first time.

Now the fingers on Andre’s hands started their own exploration, penetrating deeper into the hitherto unvisited territory between the boy’s buttocks. Skilfully André probed in the tight cavern until he reached the little rosebud of Jason’s sex. The young man’s body jerked involuntarily at the intimacy of the touch.

“Oh, God, you are beautiful” moaned André as his hands flickered on the sensitive pucker. “Jason, enjoy and remember these moments. You should remember in future how you went from a virgin to a sexually consummated male. Just let me make a few more preparations for your comfort.” 

Saying this, André began re-arranging the bed, placing two extra large pillows in the middle of the mattress.

“Jason I want you to lie face down with your stomach resting on the pillows” he said “make yourself comfortable on them and spread your thighs out a little. Let me do the rest for the moment. Now relax”.

The young man complied. He eased himself over the down filled supports and obediently spread his legs open. André slipped down the bed behind him. All of a sudden he felt his buttocks being parted once more and heard André’s voice saying

“God, you are beautiful, so beautiful”.

As he lay there Jason became aware that a face was pressing between his buttock cheeks. A tongue started to lap up and down the cleft. All of a sudden he could feel it applying itself in circular motions to his sphincter. He jolted a little at the unexpected feeling of his most private area being explored by a tongue.

“Jason, your gorgeous. Your sex is so pretty, like a flower bud – you have a wonderful sensuous little mound. My tongue can feel the little opening into your body. I can just imagine it opening up for the first time to swallow my penis as I make love to you – as I deflower you. It really will be like petals opening. Its so wonderful to think of teaching you how to use your perfect, tight little entrance to give and receive sexual pleasure There are so many men who will be staying here who will want to take you to bed with them but here am I the first to have you in my arms and to make love to you.”

As Jason blushed at the intimate language, one of André’s hands rubbed on his thigh to calm and comfort him. He could hear the manager making little slurping sounds as his tongue returned to flicking its tip across the tender area between his opened buttocks. As he continued André seemed to be trying to part the cheeks in front of him even further wanting to purse his lips on the raised mound. Suddenly he seemed to be sucking the rosebud out and up between his lips, savouring its shape and taste. He just managed to nibble on it lightly with his teeth bringing more wriggling from the prostrate figure on the pillow.

As his buttocks shook slightly Jason emitted a long “Ohhhhhhhhh” sound, his inexperienced body responding to the sucking and gentle chewing sensations as André reamed him.

The targeted area got moister and moister and the quicksilver movements seemed to be pressing harder against the entrance muscle. He groaned and moaned as André worked away on him. The manager seemed to be in his element and continued his sucking for a long, long time. On occasions Jason found his raised buttocks responding involuntarily to the exploration. Little tremors ran through his body.

André’s hand now began to play on the flesh between buttocks and genitals. He gently stroked and scratched the youth’s testicles making Jason once more shudder and moan:

“Jason, your balls look like two perfect little eggs in their sac” whispered André as he moved his mouth down onto them. Jason felt the lips touching him there and then the warmth as his scrotum was swallowed whole into André’s eager mouth. Teeth closed gently onto the flesh that joined the ball sac to the penis. The tongue in the mouth lapped around the captive testes, dividing them one moment, bringing them together the next. One moment the flesh of his scrotum was sucked tight, the next it would slacken a little.

As he was doing this André used his hand to seek out the penis lying against the bed and began slowly to masturbate Jason. André could sense the tension and expectations rising in the body he was now so purposefully enjoying. His free hand returned to the sphincter mound and started again to squeeze it, to press it between his fingers, to draw it up and to mimic the movements of the hand masturbating Jason, making little up and down rubbing motions on it. Jason’s breathing was becoming more irregular and André suddenly heard strangled sobs begin again from the head of the bed. He eased away gently from what he was doing and sidled alongside the teenager’s body and head. Caressing his head he said to Jason:

“What is the matter, why are you sobbing?”

“Some of the things you have been doing have woken all sorts of feelings in me. I’m scared of what will happen tonight of what you are bringing out in me. I am so confused. I feel I want you to make love to me. It is like I do and I don’t want you to do it, but here I am and I just feel scared about making that final step. Do you understand”

By way of reply André stroked Jason’s hair and kissed him on the cheek:

“I understand, of course I do. It’s a feeling we all had the first time. You are crossing a watershed. I think that your fears will become less and less as we make love together, once you feel me inside you. Let me show you what it is like when someone wants you very much…”

Then André lifted himself up with his body leaning across Jason kissing the back of his neck and ears. From beside the bed he produced a tube of lubricant and began to apply it to his stiff penis.

“I am going to put some of this on you as well” he said.

André used the fingers of his left hand to squeeze Jason’s little pucker into a tight mound and with the index finger of his right hand rubbed lubricant into the area standing up for attention. He was very tempted to insert a finger past the clenched anal muscle but decided that the pleasure of deflowering Jason should be left entirely to his penis. It was so rare to be able have a young man for his very first penetration.

His attention was therefore concentrated on spreading the slippery gel to Jason’s sex mound, paying particular attention to the little star shaped eye through which he planned to push his throbbing erection once the boy was readied..

“Now I want you to just relax Jason and let me come on top of you and try to put myself into you. You are a virgin now. In a few minutes with patience you will have been deflowered and experiencing the movements of my penis inside your body. I’ll go slowly – it may be a bit painful for you first time round so let me know if I need to slow down more for you”.

As his thighs were edged a little further apart Jason could feel André’s weight coming onto him. He stifled his tears. More kisses rained on his neck and then he felt for the first time a hard erection moving in between the globes of his spread buttocks. Aided by the lubricant it slipped easily up and down the cleft warming the area. André found the bump made by the sex mound and for a short while stroked his penis back and forth across it feeling its little rise and its small movements as it was gently pushed by him. He felt the excitement rising to fever pitch as Jason responded to this stroking with little sighing “ohhh uhhhs”.

As this attention became more focused on the as yet un-probed entrance André changed his technique a little. He began to rub the tip of his penis round and round in very small circles centred on the middle of Jason’s ring. This elicited more moans from the head of the bed as the young man responded:

“Please be gentle”

André continued to concentrate on doing this for a minute accustoming Jason to the feel of the shaft. Then he repositioned himself and started to probe inwards on the puckered mound with the head of his penis. He could feel the raised flesh being flattened by his pressure and retreating a little into Jason’s body. He did this over and over again, letting it rise up, circling it, and pushing it in. Feeling this close attention Jason wriggled his hips slightly but the penis behind him stayed focused. The series of little in and out pushes against the muscle had so far made no progress in terms of opening the star shaped bud. André sensed that the virginal sphincter muscle was very tight and clenched. He increased the inward pressure, still meeting resistance. As he pushed he could feel the little gateway retreating deeper into Jason’s buttock cleft but still refusing to open itself.

André’s hands momentarily massaged Jason’s back and spine.

“Now Jason I need you to really relax as much as possible. I am going to push a little harder to encourage your sphincter to unlock itself for me. When it does you may feel some discomfort to begin with as you lose your virginity. I shall try to go as gently as possible but you are very tight and I may have to push quite hard this time.”

The pushing in Jason’s rear became more intense. André now had his penis pressed firmly into the boy and held fast against the unyielding muscle. He wriggled it with his hand to try and spread and warm the lubricant more. Gradually the circular movements seemed to be making progress as the sphincter was pushed down retreating in front of the stiff erection. André reckoned that the moment would come soon when his ministrations and the inability of the entrance to retreat any deeper would make the bud inevitably burst open like a gate before his determined battering ram.

“Ohhhhhhhhh, ooooooohhhh” moaned Jason timorously, responding with inexperience as the sensations from the increased pressure of André’s penis spread through his body.

“Oh, I love you so much, so much, ohhh I want to take you now, to penetrate you for that first time, to push my cock into you, to fuck you deep, to leave my sperm far inside you my love”

“Oh Jason I am ready to take you! You’re so tight but I need to enter you….”

 The young man felt a firmer push from behind. The clenched portal of his sexual passage seemed to be more hard pressed than ever. Something in his backside seemed to yield suddenly to the urgent pressure of André’s penis. He groaned. He cried out. He jerked, as his sphincter muscle was prised open and for the very first time he felt a stiff cockhead passing his entrance and inside into his anus.

“Aaaaargggghhhhhh, ah nooooo, eehhhhhhhhhh” he cried out trying to eject the intrusion by wriggling forward. But his body was held firm. André’s hips pushed a little more to secure his entry and now Jason could feel the other man’s penis moving a little deeper into his behind. He could feel its living presence inside him sensing its way through the soft, caressing dark flesh in his rectum.

“Oh no! Ohhh no! Please it is hurting”,

 “Relax Jason, just relax and it will be fine – your little ring was so tight I had to push hard but now your virginity is gone and I’ll go slowly”

“ First though I am going to pull out for a second or two to put some more lubricant on you to ease the way”

Jason felt the penis leaving him and his anus closing. Then André’s finger was rubbing his sore entrance with something slippery. The man’s weight came back onto him, holding him against the pillows. Once more the cock slithered in his cleft but this time moved rapidly to his sex to take advantage of the lubricant. Jason felt the stabbing push. His body again suddenly yielded to André’s erection. Again “aaghs” seemed to spring out of his mouth without prompting as the pain of his body being opened this way impacted on him.

This time André did not stop at the entrance. He pushed himself further into the well-lubricated passage. He began to feed his erection into the boy, bit at a time, no hurry, resting to let the tight muscle adjust, until the full length was inside the fresh youthful rectum. There he held it still and let his weight settle against Jason’s back.

“You are so beautiful inside, you feel like silk against my penis. Can you feel me inside you?”

“Yes, yes I can. It’s a bit better now but it still feels sore.”

Slowly, very slowly André began to move his hips back and forth feeling the soft, warm flesh inside Jason’s rectum caressing his penis and the tightness of the sphincter sucking its shaft as he moved back and yielding in turn as he edged back in. Jason too could feel the intimate movements and grunted into the mattress. His fists clenched an unclenched at the feeling of penetration. His anal muscle seemed stretched beyond its capacity and he was experiencing sensations that were simultaneously painful and pleasurable. Now he could also begin to sense André’s growing excitement.

The Manager worked in and out of the tight opening for what seemed an eternity sampling all the sensations of deflowering the boy. Then, as he felt his own growing excitement, he encouraged Jason up onto his knees to be able to push in deeper. A hand reached under Jason, rubbing his hairless pubic mound and reaching for his by now fully erect penis. André started to masturbate him vigorously working his hand along the full length of his shaft. The new recruit’s shyness had left him and he was yielding to his own feelings of sexual desire.  The stiff rod working in and out of his behind was starting to rub his prostate into action. The speed and the depth of the penetrations increased until Jason sensed André was building to a climax. The youth could feel a tingling sensation in his own testicles and he started involuntarily to wriggle his body. André rode him expertly as if he was breaking in a frisky colt.

Then the movements of the man on top became frantic and any gentleness and consideration of Jason’s inexperience was totally forgotten. He humped furiously with his hips, pulling out as far as he could and then pushing in hard and fast seeking to plumb the depth of the rectum. The hand on Jason’s penis pumped faster. André’s voice went up half an octave and he began to pant and groan like a wild animal. Jason’s own feelings were caught between the boiling sensation in his own thighs, the stretching of his back passage and the knowledge that André was starting to climax in him. Then André gave out one almighty moan and his hips began much shorter, deep, thrusts. The seed flowed ecstatically along his penis and into Jason’s previously uninitiated bowels. The volume and intensity was much greater than André normally experienced – he was filling the boy with greater force than he had done to anyone before. As André began to ejaculate Jason sensed the complete change of rhythm and in the tension and excitement of being implanted with André’s seed he was no longer able to control his own orgasm. Sperm flew from the tip of his penis onto the pillows beneath him and he lifted his neck back and made a low howling sound.

For a few moments longer the cockhead seemed to spasm inside Jason’s tight body. The young man could feel the penis jerking slightly as it gradually finished emptying into him and began to lose its size. André was kissing deliriously at Jason’s body and neck, trying to reach his mouth. Slowly the deflated shaft began to slither out however much André would have liked to leave it inside his conquest. As it finally exited Jason gave a little ‘Oh!’ and rolled over to look at his satiated lover.

André took the opportunity to kiss Jason and then placed his mouth over the youth’s own softened penis sucking and licking at the remaining sperm. He felt totally satisfied and fulfilled. He knew that later on, maybe several times, he would want to take his pleasure of Jason again. But for the moment he was just happy to hold this delightful young man in his arms. Gently rubbing the silky smooth body of his partner he drifted happily into sleep.

It was well after midnight when Jason awoke. He became aware of André stirring in the bed next to him. Feeling the slightly strange sensation between his buttocks he recalled what had happened to him before he fell asleep.

There was a movement elsewhere in the room and the sound of logs being placed on the fire.

“Who’s there?” he asked. “It’s just me, William,” came a voice from the end of the room. “André likes me to make sure the room stays comfortable. I usually do this just before I go to bed.”

By now André himself had come more awake. “Thank you William, you are very kind doing that for me. It would be a shame to waste all that effort. Why don’t you go through, have a shower and come and join young Jason and me here? I saw how you were looking at him this afternoon…Jason, I think that you will like William too. He is what we would describe as quite well endowed. You need this kind of experience to prepare you for the guests.”

Before Jason could protest André held him down and started kissing him once more. As this was going on he could hear the sound of the shower running close by. A few minutes later a door opened and closed and the mattress momentarily sagged as William mounted the bed. As André kissed him he could feel William snuggling in behind him, his body pressing tightly against the small of his back. A pair of large hands came round and started to play with his nipples. His tongue went deeper into André’s mouth.

“Let’s see what you have done to the young buck André” said William and one of his hands came round to Jason’s buttock cleft. What felt like an unusually large finger started to play around his sphincter. “Golly, you must have come buckets in him” said William in tones that made André giggle and Jason wince. The finger began to probe. Thanks to the slippery residue of sperm it slid into Jason’s anal passage with relative ease. He twitched at the feeling of the digit wriggling inside. “I don’t think I’ll need any fancy lubricant Jason” said William.

In the flickering firelight Jason could see William lifting himself up. He had found André’s penis to be reasonably large but the rod between William’s legs looked much broader and longer. He quickly turned to André “I don’t think we should do this. William is too big for me”.

“One of the things that you will learn, Jason, is just how flexible and accommodating your sphincters is. You need the experience, so stop worrying and relax. Our guests beg for William to look after their needs, don’t they?”

“Yes they do” came the reply “and I earn handsomely for it. But Jason I am not going to charge you!! Now lets try it with you lying on your back. André and I will fix some pillows under your bottom. OK now I’m going to get hold of your ankles and raise your legs up onto my shoulders. Just let me move them nice and easily.”

Jason felt his calves and thighs being moved upwards and backwards until they were above his chest. Jason saw André stretch his mouth around William’s shaft and suck and lick on it as if it was a piece of delicious fruit. He did this for a minute or so, William groaning with pleasure. “That’s enough I think” he suddenly said and looked down on Jason.

“Now to give you my full attention. Just to think a few hours ago you were a virgin. And now you’re going to have William pleasuring you!”

Saying this he lent forward, making sure that the back of Jason’s knees were firmly against his own shoulders. Jason could feel the large head of William’s penis trying to probe his anal entry. The big man was clearly taking his time. Each time he pushed against the tight opening Jason gave out a little “Oooff!” sound. William smiled. Over and over again he patiently tested the entry in pure anticipation of what he was planning to do. Under this probing Jason’s head was moving rapidly from side to side as if he was hoping nothing more would happen. Then William began to rub up and down on the young man’s penis encouraging a new erection. Still the pressure on the muscle was maintained. Jason started to feel excitement increasing in the shaft of his penis. It had been some time since he had last come and the rubbing below his testicles was starting to have an effect. But the fear of William’s size dominated his mind.

“Please. William, I am sore from André. I don’t think there’s any way I can take you.”

William turned to André “I think you should join in too” he said. Jason felt the hand withdrawing from his groin to be replaced by André’s warm mouth expertly working on his penis. He could not last much longer. He started bucking up and down a little as André rubbed lightly on the scrotum. He knew that he was about to burst and started to moan.

André let out a muffled “Now William, I can feel him coming” and Jason started to spurt semen. Instantaneously William pushed the head of his penis past the reluctant sphincter muscle into Jason’s passage. Jason’s moans of ecstasy mingled with a cry of astonished pain as the monster slipped into him. As this was happening the waves of ejaculation seemed to redouble and he came over and over again into André’s waiting mouth. André sucked and gulped at Jason’s penis gorging himself on the fresh juices spurting from the moaning, crying, boy.

As his flow of semen came slowly to a stop the young man realised that he was now impaled deeply on William’s erection. His bowels felt totally occupied with the hard meat – André’s erection had been nothing like this. Having seen the tableau of Jason and André’s oral performance in front of him William was in a hurry to achieve his climax. His broad member ploughed up and down Jason’s tunnel. With alternative strokes the skin around the sphincter was pushed in and then pulled out like a cone around his penis. Jason was being forcefully initiated to accommodating large men. Thankfully, after about five minutes, William had built himself up to the point of no return. His hips flailed back and forth and he grabbed Jason’s ankles and pushed them as far back and as wide apart as possible. With the youth in this position William could maximise depth for his insemination. The whole of his shaft felt on fire with lust. He started to pump out his seed. It felt like an explosion from his inner depths. He pushed in as far as he could go, ignoring the cries coming from Jason. He kept pumping and pumping until every last slippery drop was injected into Jason’s ravaged rectum.

“God, if you were a women you’d be pregnant now. Consider yourself well and truly impregnated” he laughed.

All Jason could do was to take in deep sobbing breaths and to moan in ecstatic pain as William’s engorged penis deflated inside him. He felt utterly exhausted from the combined effects of being fellated and fucked at the same time. Once again he found himself wrapped in male arms, held tenderly from the front and from behind. William was kissing him and André’s fingers were exploring between his buttocks, slipping in and out of his anus using the semen oozing out of his body as lubricant.

As the firelight flickered across the ceiling they drifted into sleep. Occasionally one or the other would waken and listen to the soft breathing of his companions. As dawn broke Jason awoke to the sensation of André rubbing his penis once again up and down the cleft of his buttocks. With a sudden sharp jerk the Manager penetrated the youth. Jason cried out as he felt the penis coming into his body and rubbing the sensitive soft tissue inside his bowels.

The movements and the sounds woke William. He saw what was going on and smiled. Making room in the large bed he let André climb into a better position on top of Jason. He watched the sight of the smooth skinned young man being exercised by the Manager and felt his own lust being roused. By this time Jason was panting and groaning with each new thrust and André, whilst working slowly in the youth, was looking totally absorbed in his love making.

William slipped behind André and watched the buttocks and hips moving rhythmically in front of him. He reached out and used the tube of lubricant on his now rock hard penis. Choosing his moment he place himself between the other legs on the bed and rubbed on André’s puckered opening. He knew the manager liked to be taken forcefully. With little regard for the effect it would have he pushed forward and down as hard as he could with his hips. For a moment André’s ring seemed to resist but the pressure was too great. The tight entrance popped open and William’s penis entered several inches in one thrust.

“Oh, hell, goodness it hurts when you do that. You’re just so big”

“Yes, but you love it don’t you!”

“Yes, go on fuck me, fuck me, ream me out” said the manager

Gradually William and André were able to co-ordinate their thrusting. André began to build up ready to burst into Jason. The pressure on his own insides was making the sperm boil and he knew he could not last much longer. As William began some deep, quick thrusts André was unable to hold back from spraying Jason’s rectal womb. The sperm shot out of him in a series of jerking thrusts. William lent down to his boss’s ear

“Move over” he said and André obediently, and exhaustedly pulled out and away from Jason. Before the latter could move William was onto him. The large penis was pressing hard against his cum lubricated entrance rubbing and pushing. He wanted to complain but there was nothing he could do to stop being taken once again. Suddenly he could feel the head pass the portals and start to expand his tunnel. As he pushed in William could feel the warmth of André’s sperm inside Jason. He felt on fire with desire. As his climax grew nearer he placed his own legs outside Jason’s and pulled the boy’s spread buttocks closer together. This tightened the passage he was servicing and increased his own excitement to a point of incredible intensity. Beneath him he could hear the muffled “Oh! Oh! Oh nooo, nooooo” from the well-used youth.

William decided to give the boy some more practice. By slowing down he let the intensity in his loins pass over and then began to thrust in and out again stretching the tight walls of the until recently virgin anus. William felt in control. He continued this pattern of love making for nearly half an hour. He knew that when he came it would be like turning on a fountain. Jason was still making tense little sounds from under him particularly when he held himself deep inside the inviting rectum. Hearing more and more stifled “noooo!” sounds coming from the mattress he decided to allow himself to climax. His body had become so accustomed to the self-control that he now had to move with much greater pace inside the boy to build up his orgasm.  As his hips started to thrust rapidly in and out he could feel Jason’s body bouncing beneath him and the intensity of Jason’s cries increasing to a crescendo of “Aaaghs!”. But he was not going to slow down. His hips pushed faster and faster. The climatic sensations started to grow. All of a sudden he was moving deeper than ever pounding his semen into the dark depths far inside Jason. When he had finished jerking he could hear the boy moaning beneath him. He stroked him gently.

“Jason, you were terrific. It is wonderful to make love to you. You have some of me, and of André swimming round inside you. Now we all belong to each other.”

Jason moaned again and rolled onto his back. Both André and William began to embrace Jason’s body. The young man’s head, neck and chest were being fondled whilst simultaneously his toes were sucked and a tongue ran up his leg towards his crotch.

“I think our guests will really love you” said André “but today you can lie-in and relax. Tomorrow, though, we must start you working. I think the breakfast room-service would be a good start. Anyway let’s have another rest – you’ve quite exhausted me!”.

To be continued... 

“Do you hear Maximus?” Commodus screamed stomping straight up to Maximus, “I am the loved one now! You are nothing!”

By this time he was so close that their noses were almost touching but Maximus just stared as if he were not even there.

“Damn you Maximus!” He screamed suddenly bursting into tears. He sunk to the floor at Maximus’ feet and began to cry and convulse. The without warning he sat up on his and grabbed onto the front of the shredded tunic Maximus wore.

“Please look at me brother!” he begged, tears streaming down his face, “I never meant for all of this to happen, I just wanted my father to love me as he loved you.”

Maximus looked for the first time at the beautiful young Commodus. “You have taken away everyone in my life who has meaning to me.” He said slowly. “ My wife and child!” he screamed, “And a sure as the sun, I will have my revenge.” Tears ran down his face.

Commodus hung his head as his sobs took over. “All I wanted was for someone to love me!” he said through his sobs, “But instead, my father loved you; my sister adores you. No one stops to even think about how I feel! All they want is YOU!”

Maximus stared down at the young man who had once called him brother, shocked.

Commodus slowly rose, “But none of them will have you,” he said quietly, “Because everything that is great in Rome is mine.”  He looked up.

Maximus looked into his eyes and saw not pure sadness, but longing. This was the man who had killed his wife and son and he stood here confessing that it was all out of pure jealousy?

Before he could fully adjust his thoughts Commodus leaned forward and their lips met. Too shocked to react, Maximus just stood frozen. Commodus stopped to look into Maximus’ eyes once again before proceeding. He began to kiss Maximus neck and shoulders and slowly made his http://files.adbrite.com/mb/images/green-double-underline-006600.gif') repeat-x scroll center bottom; cursor: pointer; color: #006600; text-decoration: none; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-bottom: -2px; padding-bottom: 2px">way down. He reached Maximus’ chest and took one of his nipples into his mouth, rolling his tongue around it.

Maximus found himself moaning in pleasure. He couldn’t keep his thought straight, the young madman was…was…was…

And his mind went blank as Commodus reached underneath his tunic and took his now hard erection in his hand.

“Ohhhhhh” he moaned.

Commodus got down on his knees and raised up Maximus’ tunic revealing his huge pole, it was truly beautiful as a bead of semen sparkled at the tip. Commodus leaned in and lapped it up with his tongue making Maximus moan louder. He could feel Commodus’ hot breath on his flesh and suddenly his knees got weak as he felt Commodus take his pulsing cock into his warm mouth.

Commodus had had much experience with men. As a child, feeling rejected by his father he had resulted to taking love from his servant boys and even some guards when he felt he needed another warm body next to his.

He sucked vigorously o Maximus cock and was very pleased to hear his moans from above. Standing up he began to remove his armor and tunic. When he was done he lifted up Maximus tunic as far as the chains would allow and went back to work on his dick.

He could feel Maximus’ flesh beginning to pulse in his mouth and knew he was on the verge of cumming. He quickly got up, and marveled at Maximus with his eyes shut tightly and head back in ecstasy. He walked around to his back, and bent down, taking Maximus’ buttocks in his hands and massaging them slowly as he kissed his neck. He once again descended with his kisses until he arrived at his ass.

He kissed both cheeks before spreading them to reveal a small pink puckering hole. He kept kissing until his lips met the hole’s. He paused before sliding his tongue into it. Maximus yelled in surprise but began to press back onto Commodus flicking tongue. He couldn’t believe Commodus was licking his………”Ohhhhhhhhhhh!” he called out again.

Commodus looked down to see the blood pulsing through his stiff prick, seeing that Maximus’ hole was lubricated; Commodus stood up and placed the head at his entrance. Maximus surprised him by spreading his legs further to give him easier access. He took his pole and spread his dripping semen around the hole before slowly pushing, but Maximus was just too tight for him to enter yet.

“Breathe,” he whispered, “Just let go.” And slowly Maximus began to loosen up and he began to slowly pushed again, this time he slipped in easily. Maximus hissed in pain as he felt his canal being ripped open.

“Shhh, shhh, shhh,” cooed Commodus softly, as he continued to slide in. Maximus was so tight and hot on his raging hard prick! Maximus squeezed his eyes shut till he finally felt Commodus’ groin press against his back.

Slowly Commodus withdrew until only the tip remained inside Maximus’ thighs, then he rammed himself back. Maximus screamed in pain and his chained hands curled into fist above his head. “Again!” he screamed. And once again Commodus withdrew himself and slammed back in hard. He could feel Maximus shuddering as he clenched his muscles around his dick. He took http://files.adbrite.com/mb/images/green-double-underline-006600.gif') repeat-x scroll center bottom; cursor: pointer; color: #006600; text-decoration: none; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-bottom: -2px; padding-bottom: 2px">hold of Maximus’ hips and continued to slam his way to the core of his soul.

Maximus’ eyes popped open as he felt Commodus’ cock hit a spot in him that he never knew existed and he cried out in pure pleasure and felt thrust his hips back meeting Commodus thrust for thrust, soon they had a rhythm. Commodus reached around Maximus and grabbed hold of his pole, jerking him in rhythm of each thrust. Both men were bellowing in elation.

Commodus began to feel the pressure building up in his chest and he found it harder to breathe. He wrapped his around Maximus and began thrusting faster and faster for all he was worth. Maximus could tell Commodus was getting closer and began to flex his muscles around his cock massaging it even more. Meanwhile, he thrust hard into Commodus’ hand. Commodus realized it was finally time and withdrew himself all the way out before swinging his hips in an ark and straight into Maximus’ entrance. He gave one more deep thrust and felt his cock begin to unload his cum deep into Maximus’ ass. “Ohhh, Maximus! MAXIMUS!!” he cried as he continued to pump his cum into Maximus while kissing the back of his neck.

Then without hesitating, he withdrew himself which made a soft slurping sound and walked around to Maximus’ front and used his own cum and spit to lubricate his own hole and Maximus’ rod. Bending over in front of him, Commodus reached behind himself and placed Maximus huge prick at his hole’s entrance and pushed back and as Maximus pushed forward and in one swift movement he was buried to the hilt.

“Ahhh!” screamed Commodus as Maximus began to plow his ass. Maxims found it frustrating not being able to old onto Commodus’ hips as he pummeled away but with his hands chained in the air he continued shoving his cock into Commodus’ sweet ass as Commodus too met him thrust for thrust.

“That’s it Maximus!” cried Commodus, but before he could say more Maximus took one more deep thrust, almost hulling Commodus off the ground and he held himself there in the very depth Commodus and his cock exploded, sending waves of cum into him. Commodus held himself there as Maximus cock continued to pump sperm into and when he felt it take its last spurt in his ass his slowly removed himself from Maximus cock. Maximus watch as his owe cum dripped out Commodus’ ass and down his legs; he could feel his ass doing the same.

“Will you stand by me as the new emperor of Rome?” asked Commodus as he began to put his clothes back.

Maximus, now with a clear mind could see that this was where it had all been going from the start. “Never.” He said through his teeth. Commodus turned around his expression changed into anger.

“Think of it! We could be great together, you and I.” When Maximus replied with a cold stare, Commodus shook with fury and walked up to him.

“So be it brother.” He said and embracing him. Maximus was confused but then felt searing pain in his back.

Commodus sheathed his dagger and without a word walked out. “Get him ready for battle!” Maximus heard him say before the door shut.

We were both 40, she is a little overweight but still able to turn heads.  Sherrie is 5’3” 40-30-38, blonde wavy hair and blue eyes and a tanned body that screams for cream.  I am 5’9” 180 pounds, and an ex football player turned accountant exec.  I have short brown hair neat, no facial hair, tattoos or any scars.  Slightly feminine sometimes over the years, as she always loved to dress me up in her silky panties and then suck my five inch cock off.  She also for several weeks would slip a hormone in my mouth and tell it was a vitamin.  By the time she got the nerve to post an ad those things had started working.  My nipples were always sensitive now they were down right sexual tools.  Touching them got me hard, kissing them made me week and if you caressed them, well I would have sucked an elephant.

She had three responses the first day, but chose not to tell me until she found a man who was right for me.  Then she seduced me into going to meet him for a drink.  He was 53, 6’2” 190 pounds, firm body, slightly gray on the sides but black hair everywhere else and he had charm.  His name was Trevor and when he met us both, he asked her, “Are you planning on watching or would you prefer a video?”

His manner made you feel at ease and after the meeting we went home and talked, which led to me stripping naked and bending over the coffee table while she used her dildo to tease my ass.  When she had me so hot I went to the phone and called him back.

It was Friday night and he asked me if I could come over early the next morning to his house.  Well usually in the Spring I am on the links, but his request seemed nice enough, and after telling me not worry he would let me show how far I was willing to go, I said yes.  So we set it up for 7:00 am the next morning.

My wife woke us at 5:30 am that morning and showered, shaved and pampered me with lotion, cream and perfume not cologne.  She made me wear a pair of sexy sheer black panties and she painted my finger and toe nails with bright red, then did my eyes with blue shadow and sent me to him in a silk tank top and matching shorts that were purple. 

I drove to his house with heart beating a hundred miles a second and when I arrived at exactly 7:00 am he was waiting at the door with a smile and a bath towel only.  I walked through his yard and if anyone else was awake they saw me and what I looked like.  I entered his house and was instantly greeted with a warm hug and then a hot passionate kiss as he dropped his towel with the front door still opened wide.

My hand was guided towards his eight inch cock and when I touched it I sort of gasped and looked down.  He sensed that I was nervous and petted my shoulder and arm as he slipped his hand to touch my right nipple and then caress it ever so gently like only my wife knew about.

Instantly I was hard and panting madly as he smiled and continued playing with it.  My hand now holding his cock ever so softly began to slide easily up and then down.  With each caress of my nipple my desire to taste it grew until I fell to my knees and began to suck him with all the ability I had.

I licked up and down the shaft and then sucked on the tip and head then repeated my adorning of his cock.  When I sucked on his balls, his hands began to glide through my hair and he spoke softly saying, “Suck me like that for just a few more minutes.”

I was unaware that he had set up a camera and was recording everything I was doing to his cock and my strip tease as I sucked him off.  Soon I was bare ass naked with my clothes in the threshold of his front door, and when it opened it and kicked them out, I was glad.  Suddenly I began to taste his salty tangy flavors and as I did he groaned slightly then said, “Open your mouth and keep it wide open.”

Suddenly I found myself splattered all over the face by his cum, and then I found myself licking, slurping and swallowing it and being fed what was on my by using his cock as a spoon.  His cum was swished into my mouth by his fingers as well and as I finished cleaning my face and his cock we heard applause from across the street as two men stood watching our performance.  He bowed to them then slowly shut the door and said, “You see you are going to be well thought of very soon.  Not only did you give a live performance to those men, but I have made it a direct feed on the internet as well.  Is there anything you wish to say to wife or those watching now?”

I looked up at the camera smiling and said, “I need you to fuck me.”

He pulled me from the floor and kissed me right on the mouth and I kissed back as his hands played with my nipples and made my cock tingle like mad.  Then in a matter of seconds he had me in his arms as his hand slowly worked over my cock and balls and while doing he whispered in my ear, “If you let me fuck you, then that makes you my bitch.  Are you sure you want to be my bitch?”

“Yes,” I replied.  Then he whispered again, “Than say it loudly.”  So I looked at the camera just as he was bringing my cock to a climax of its own and yelled, “I want to be your bitch.  I need to be your bitch.  Please keep as your bitch and you or anyone else can fuck my wife.”

With that I exploded and he caught most of it on his hand and fed it to me, which I gladly slurped off and swallowed.  Then he smiled and led me to the floor, and there placing me on my back, he said, “Now my bitch is about to enjoy his first cock up his ass.”

He slid inside me with a mighty thrust and I yelped out for the camera, “I love it.  I want it.”

He sent his cock up me several more times before I actually did really like it, but when I did you could see it on my face and the hear in my begging for a harder fucking.  That’s when he went crazy and very soon I was being driven wild by his pulsing climax in my bowels.  Then he pulled me from the floor spun my as around bent me over for the camera and said, “This is some great ass guys.  You should write his wife an email now and ask for a piece. A-1 Grade A and absolutely tight as a drum.”

By the time he finished with me on camera, I was his.  He washed in the bath tub after that then brought me a pair of pink shorts he bought for me and white pair of flip flops.  Then he dried me off, dressed me up and took me home to fuck my wife. 

When we got there he didn’t knock but used my house key.  She was upstairs alone watching the video feed again, and playing with her chubby hole as he walked in with me in his arms and announced; “Now it’s your turn bitch!”

Taking her by her long red gown, he yanked her from her seat upwards then he stripped her completely and held her naked body as he kissed her mouth, and I sat on my knees caressing his ass and undressing him for her.  Soon his cock exposed was being moistened by her as I watched, and then I began to fondle her nipples from behind as I coached her to suck him better.  She did well enough allowing his cock to fill her mouth which I cleaned for her after he was clean.  She swished it to me and I calmly drank it from her until he ordered me to fuck her mouth.  So I stood up and stuck my cock in her mouth and as she looked up at me I face fucked her.  She was surprised at how well I did it.  Then with my cum rising he yanked me off and had me blast her tits.  I was then allowed to suck them and clean them while they kissed.  She was excited enough by this time, and when made me suck him hard, I gladly obeyed.  She watched and I saw her twitching and sighing and then heard her cum.

She was already working on a second wave when he drove in her and fucked like the bitch she is.  He was ruthless with his pounding of her making fly every which way while he did her.  She came on his cock at least twice, maybe more.  Then she begged for him to cum in her and he did.  As she watched me clean out his cum from her pussy she asked him, “Which one do you like most?”

“Your bitch husband of course.  He’s mine now.  I am his owner and master.  If you want to enjoy him you have to pay me for it.  If not, I’m sure some women will do you for free,” as he smacked her face and pulled her hair.

She smiled at him and said, “Then take him with you.  Fuck him for me on the net tonight and every night so I can cum and you can keep him.”

 

To the last man they were fit and strong, the best fighting men for miles
around. One or two of the widows gazed longingly at all that prime male
flesh on display. Large cocks and small jutted out of black pubic hair
that nestled at the base of flat stomachs and between powerful sun bronzed
thighs. The women brought out the hot water and the men washed away the
grime that coated their bodies and eased the aches and pains out of their
muscles. The men laughed and joked as they recounted tales of their epic
battle. They were completely at ease with each other as they washed each
other's back and were totally unconcerned with having spectators as they eased
back their foreskins and cleaned their cock heads.

Later that evening the men were reclined on cushions in the home of the
village elder while the woman fussed about them. The best wine was brought
out and they were offered olives and cheeses while the smell of roasting
lamb filled the air. Everyone was happy and the men soaked up all the
attention. But even happier than the women were the young men in the
village; now that they had seen out nineteen winters they were due to
join the ranks of the warriors.

After the meal was over the women withdrew from the room and the young
men were sent for. The custom of their people demanded that the first
seed that the warriors spend after returning home from battle be not in
their wives, but in the hot firm asses of the young men who were due
to join their ranks.

The young men had spent quite some time preparing themselves for the
occasion. They too had bathed and oiled their bodies. Most had put a
dab of scented oil behind their ears. They had spent the past half
hour speculating which one of the warriors they would catch the eye
of. While the men were at war the young men had been practicing to
be penetrated by easing their fingers up their buttholes. Now they
were ready and they stood in a small circle in the middle of the
room and loosened their tunics and let them fall.

There was a loud wolf whistle as their eager young cocks started to
rise and the warriors drank in their beauty. The warriors got up on
their feet and walked around the circle of young men, inspecting
them closely, now and then tweaking a nipple or cupping a pair
of plump balls.

‘What a fine collection you are.’ Akamas, the warriors’ leader
declared.

The young men blushed, each wondering which one of them would have
the honour of receiving his semen. To receive the jism of such a
handsome, powerful and influential man would surely bring any young
man much good fortune as he set about becoming a warrior himself.

Akamas went around the circle three times before he came and stood in
front of Erki. There was something intriguing about him; his hair was
much lighter than most of the people in the village and it was
rumoured that the man he called father was not his father at all.
Erki had high cheekbones and the sexiest mouth Akamas had seen on a
man. Akamas gazed into his Erki’s deep blue yes and reached down and
took hold of his erect cock and gently pulled on it.

And then Akamas went down on one knee and took Erki’s throbbing cock
into his mouth. There was a collective gasp from the young men; it
was very rare for an older man to do that. Normally the warrior would
be serviced by the younger man who would then lie down and receive the
older man’s cock up his ass, and although it was the older man’s job
to please his young man that was usually done with kisses and cuddles,
not by kissing his cock! The other young initiates were extremely
jealous as the watched Akamas’ mouth bobbing up and down on Erki’s cock.

Akamas got back on his feet and took Erki by the hand.

‘Come and lie down with me.’ he said.

Erki could hardly contain his excitement when Akamas took off his loin
cloth, exposing his large cock that was now fully erect. The two men
embraced and Erki felt faint as Akamas’ lips sought out his own. His
hands stroked down Akamas’ strong smooth back until they came upon
the little patch of hair at the base of his spine. Akamas’ large
hands stroked over Erki’s taut body and onto the firm globes of
his pert little ass. He looked forward to being able to slide
between those sweet cheeks, but knew that tradition demanded that
he pleasure his young man first. This one night of love was meant
to forge a bond that would last the whole of their lives and
would see each look out for the other on the battle field.

The village elder felt a prick of jealousy and a stirring in his
loins as he watched Akamas lay down with Erki and hold him close,
whispering in his ear. Once he had been the older warrior who
had chosen Akamas for his night of man loving. One by one the
other men had paired off, leaving one lucky warrior with two
young men to pleasure.

Erki reached down and wrapped his right hand around Akamas’ big
hairy cock. It felt warm and weighty in his hand. He slowly stroked
his way to the crown and smeared the drop of love juice he found
there over the spear head of Akamas’ love tool. Akamas kissed Erki’s
brow and down his nose onto his lips. Once more Erki received
Akamas’ probing tongue and felt himself drowning in a sea of
pleasure. The older man’s expert hands stroked up and down Erki’s
body as the pair made slow and tender love to each other.

The village elder went from pair to pair, observing the ritual
close up and making sure that none of the warriors took liberties
that they were not entitled to. They had to earn their passage
up their young man’s ass by turning him on so much that he was
desperate to be mounted and receive his warrior’s seed. The
elder’s cock was harder than it had been for a long time and
he had to reach under his tunic from time to time to give it
a little tug. He was no longer sure which group he was more
jealous of, the warriors for being able to penetrate those
tight little butts or the young men for being able to receive
a nice hard cock and to get royally fucked by it. He could
still remember his rite of passage when he had been
penetrated by a ruggedly handsome and hairy warrior who had
proved to be a most gentle and able lover.

Akamas could see that Erki was growing desperate. He was
the first young initiate to be chosen and he had the right
to be the first to be penetrated. But Akamas was not yet
done with teasing his young man. He slid his cock between
Erki’s thighs, just under his balls and gently stroked it
back and forth.

‘Oh, sir! Please! Fill me with your seed.’ Erki begged.

‘The night is still young, my friend.’ Akamas whispered in his
ear as he continued to stroke him.

Erki was almost whimpering in desperation as Akamas reached
down and started to slowly jerk on his rampant cock.

‘Just one more kiss,’ Akamas whispered ‘before I give you a
seeing to that will leave you breathless.’

Erki already felt breathless as once more he surrendered to
Akamas’ kiss. Their hands roamed all over each other, touch
stroking and tugging. It was Akamas who broke off the kiss
to nibble his way down Erki’s smooth chest. Erki’s cock
bobbed about as his lover covered his whole body in kisses,
even sucking on each of his toes. All around them men were
locked in love and little gasps and moans rose on the
still night air.

‘Turn over.’ Akamas told Erki at last.

The young man quickly flipped over onto his stomach. There
was suddenly a heightened air of excitement in the room as
the other pairs took time out to watch Erki receive his lover.
Akamas gave Erki a small cushion to place under his hips,
pushing his pale little bubble butt out into the air.
It was a beautiful ass, one of the most perfect ones that
Akamas had ever seen and he just hoped he could last long
enough to give the young man the kind of pleasure he had
received on his initiation.

Akamas reached down and fondled Erki’s peachy cheeks, making
the young man even more desperate to be taken by this high
status warrior. Erki could see the envy in his age mates’
eyes as they watched Akamas slide a finger between Erki’s
cheeks. Akamas sighed softly as his finger brushed over the
textured folds of Erki’s hole. He stroked it for a couple of
seconds before gently pressing his finger against it, and
felt it yield to his probing finger. The young man was well
prepared; Akamas’ finger slid in with ease and he gently
worked it back and forth in the slippery warmth of Erki’s chute.

At last Erki was ready and Akamas positioned himself over
his lover and rubbed his hard cock between his cheeks,
teasing the young man until he pushed back and ensnared Akamas'
cock head. It slid in very easily after that until it was all the
way in. Akamas lay down on his lover’s back for a few moments,
enjoying the warmth of his ass and watching the other warriors
start to probe their lover’s butts.

Akamas raised himself up once more and slowly withdrew from
Erki’s ass before sliding back into him. He fucked slowly and
tenderly, now and then whispering sweet nothings in his lover’s
ear. From the moment he was first penetrated Erki had felt
nothing but pleasure. That pleasure just seemed to keep on
increasing with each stroke of that big, hard cock deep inside
him. He looked around him and saw his friends all lost in
their own little worlds as they felt the pleasure of being
taken by a man.

The village elder had jerked himself into a frenzy now and
he came and stood over Akamas and let fly his ball juice.
Only a high status man such as he could get away with doing
such a thing to a full grown man, but Akamas didn’t mind.
That spurt of man cream up his back just added to the
excitement he felt. He was close now, so very close and he
had already warned his young lover that he could not last
much longer. As much as Erki wanted their lovemaking to go
on forever he was also desperate to receive that precious
seed that would bond him to the handsome warrior for all time.

Akamas grew very vocal as he approached climax and the other
couples paused to watch him now. His brow was furrowed and he
was sweating profusely as he increased the tempo of his fucking,
driving his big cock faster and faster until the sound of his
fucking filled the room. Erki’s toes were curled as his pleasure
intensified. He could feel his own approaching orgasm as he
rubbed up against the silk covered cushion underneath him.
It seemed to start deep in his ass and spread rapidly and soon
he was crying out in amazement at having blasted off such a
massive load of sperm without even touching himself.

When Erki’s cries filled the room the other men started to
cheer. How skilful that Akamas was, both on the battlefield and
in bed. It was clear that he had given his lover much pleasure
and now it was time for him to take his own. He bellowed like
a gored bull as his protesting cock let loose a volley of
potent warrior spunk that seemed to go on forever. When at
last the last drop of joy juice was drained from his balls
he collapsed onto Erki’s back and fell into a satisfied slumber.

Erki lay there and watched the other men achieve orgasm.
Now, at last, they were truly men. They could take wives
and go into battle in defence of their land. But all that
could wait until tomorrow; right now he was happy to enjoy
the contact of Akamas’ skin along the length of his back
and the feel of Akamas’ big bull balls nestled close
to his well used and happy ass.

Copyright 2006 Daniel Blue