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When you fucked your little bro so good that he can't wait to get it again! You've made a monster out of the boy.
Boys: "Educating Liam"
Liam decided to take a gap year after graduation to find himself before heading to college. He had spent his spring break in south Florida last year. Considering all the pussy he got, he decided that would be a good place to start.
When Liam got to the gate for his flight, he was surprised to find out that he had been upgraded to first class. It’s not like he was a frequent flyer or anything, but who was he to complain about such good fortune.
On the plane, Liam found himself sitting next to a well-dressed handsome Man. They exchanged pleasantries and even engaged in some small talk, nothing too deep. He was a great conversationalist, witty, handsome. Despite the business suit, Liam could tell he was in great shape for a Man His age. Liam guessed He was probably early 50's, if not a little older. The Man guessed correctly that Liam was 19 and just out of high school.
“And probably still a virgin,” the Man jokingly told him.
“You wish,” Liam quickly retorted.
“There are plenty of ways a guy can be a virgin,” the Man said mischievously. Liam blushed at the suggestion.
“Yeah, I guess I am a virgin in some ways, but don’t get any ideas,” Liam joked back, realizing the Man was probably gay. There was no reason to tell the Man that he was straight. Let Him think what He wanted. The Man lied to the flight attendant telling her that He was Liam’s father to get both of them drinks.
It wasn’t long before Liam figured out that the Man wasn’t just being friendly. He was actually hitting on him. The Man kept placing His hand on Liam’s thigh and was never quick to remove it either. Since He had gotten Liam a couple of drinks, he decided it was ok to let him cop a feel. It wouldn’t be the first time he had been hit on by a guy.
It might have been the alcohol, but Liam didn’t really mind the attention that the older Man was showing him. Lots of guys had hit on him before, just never one this mature. It helped that the Man was interesting, good-looking and obviously rich. Liam even encouraged the Man by flirting back a little.
As time passed, Liam had to admit, gay or not, the Man was fun to be around. By the end of the flight, he didn’t even mind that the Man’s hands were practically in his lap pressing up against his junk. As they stood up to deplane, the Man introduced himself with a smile, “By the way, I’m Rick.”
“I'm Liam. Pleasure,” he answered back.
“I hope so,” Rick said with an impish grin, pressing His crotch gently into Liam's ass as the boy grabbed his bag from the overhead storage.
“Smooth,” Liam thought to himself, as he turned and smiled at Rick. He would go along. The flirting was fun, besides there were worse things than being seen with a rich guy as sexy as Rick.
While waiting on their luggage, Liam asked what there was to do in town for a single young man looking for trouble, purposely leaving off whether he was looking for straight or gay places to hang out. Rick offered to show him around starting with dinner. Being new to town and having nothing better to do, Liam accepted.
After a fun night with lots of laughs and more than a little alcohol, they ended the evening around 11 p.m. Rick invited him to come back to His beach house. Since Liam had no place that he had to be, he accepted.
If Rick had brought Liam back to His place to impress him with His wealth, it worked. After a tour of the house, including a few colorful jokes about the bedrooms, they sat on the sofa talking and had a few more drinks. The gentle sound of the waves casually crashing on the shore helped put Liam at ease.
As the night got later and the conversation went on, Rick leaned over and unexpectedly kissed Liam. Liam wasn’t sure why, but he kissed Rick back, gently opening his mouth to let Rick's tongue inside. After a few seconds, Liam pulled away. Liam had never kissed a guy before, but it was nice.
Rick smiled, leaning back onto the couch as if what happened was not only normal but expected. Being a little tipsy and since Rick was obviously into him, Liam decided to give the older Man a thrill since He had been so nice to him.
"Mind if I get comfortable?" Liam asked, as he took off his shoes and socks, and then his shirt.
"By all means," Rick said. "Feel free to take it all off if you want."
Liam was surprised how nonchalant Rick was about it. Rick was acting like a 19-year-old boy undressing in His living room that He had just met was an everyday occurrence. Wanting to see if he could get a rise out of Rick a different way, Liam laid back into Rick’s chest and put his feet up on the couch.
“Is this ok? Or is it making you too hot and bothered?” Liam playfully asked, teasing the older Man.
“It’s perfect,” Rick replied, putting His arm over Liam's shoulder, resting it on the boy's chest. It not only didn’t get the reaction Liam thought, but Rick surprised him when He started gently rubbing His hand across his pecs and abs. Liam realized that he couldn't really sit up now or pull away. After all, he had started it.
Instead, Liam just relaxed, enjoying Rick's soft touch as it moved over his body. It was a new experience for Liam. He wasn't used to being the object of affection, but he liked it.
As they continued to talk about all kinds of things, especially Liam's future, Rick managed to subtly shift His and Liam’s bodies so that He was able to wrap both of His arms around Liam's bare chest, as He continued to explore and caress Liam’s body. Rick was gently playing with Liam’s nipples. No one had done that to him before, but Liam found he liked it. He could even feel his dick getting hard.
At some point, Liam realized Rick had taken His own shirt off. He had done it so smoothly that Liam hadn’t noticed, but Liam was surprisingly ok with it. Liam was enjoying the warmth of Rick’s bare chest against his back. Liam smiled. It was just like when he was a little boy and he would lay up against his dad on the couch watching television.
Liam pulled Rick’s arms tight around him as he laid his head back on Rick’s broad chest just like he used to do with his father. Only Liam wasn’t a little boy anymore, and Rick wasn’t his father.
While Liam talked about the schools that he would apply to, Rick rested His chin on Liam's shoulder, gently kissing the sensitive part of the boy's neck. Liam didn’t stop him. He didn’t want to. He was enjoying the intimacy. Even if it was from a Man, and even if He was more than twice his age.
As it was long after midnight, Rick finally suggested that Liam spend the night and He would take him to the hostel the next day. Liam hesitated for a minute then, smiling, said “Sure.”
Liam thought about asking Rick if he could sleep with Him, but figured He'd take it the wrong way, so he didn't. Liam wasn't looking for sex, just more of the intimacy they had shared. It was something he had not been aware was so absent from his life.
"Liam, I've got a proposition for you,” Rick said casually, as He stroked Liam's hair.
“Yeah?” Liam answered, almost hopeful Rick would ask him to sleep in His bed, but not wanting to commit to doing anything more, anything sexual.
“I've really enjoyed your company. And I think we could be good for each other. We certainly had a lot of fun tonight. Don’t you agree?”
“Of course,” Liam said, wondering where this was going.
“Since you don’t have any plans, would you be interested in being My house boy for the next year until you go off to college?" He asked.
The offer caught Liam off guard. While this wasn't the first time a guy had propositioned him, it was the first time a guy offered to make him a kept boy.
Liam had to admit that he could be easily taken in by the good life Rick had shown him. Luxury doesn't come easily to a 19-year-old. He also had to admit that he liked being around Rick. He made it so easy. The offer was tempting, but Liam knew that Rick would want to have sex with him. He wasn’t naive. Nothing is free.
"It’s an interesting offer,” Liam finally said. “I know I kissed you and all. And you’re a great kisser by the way, but actually, I'm straight," Liam said, trying not to offend Rick.
"Don’t think of it that way. Think of it as a job, nothing more. A business transaction. We’ll even sign a contract. I provide room and board here at the beach house with Me, one of My cars for you to use, some spending money, say $3,000/month, and some free time to do your thing. You can even continue to date girls if you want. All you have to do is take care of Me and the house," Rick offered.
Liam wasn't stupid. While Rick had conspicuously not mentioned anything about sex, he knew that it was a requirement of the job even if Rick had not stated it openly.
“It’s very generous,” Liam said.
Before he could say anything more, Rick stood up, gently moving Liam's head to a couch pillow. As His crotch brushed up against Liam's shoulder, Liam could tell Rick was partially hard.
“Sleep on it, and we'll talk about it in the morning," He said. Liam agreed he would think about it.
The last thing Liam remembered was falling asleep on the couch, but when he woke up he was naked in the guestroom bed. The sliding glass doors were open. He could smell the salt in the air and feel the sun on his skin. He was being gently lulled by the sounds of crashing waves. All he could think of was that life didn’t get any better than this. Why couldn’t he have been born rich?
Liam didn't remember taking his clothes off, but then again, he didn't remember getting in bed either. They had quite a few drinks last night which could explain it. He briefly wondered if Rick had taken advantage of him, but he somehow knew that He hadn’t. That wasn't really His style.
As Liam tried to recall the events of the night, Rick's offer came to mind. As he lay there, the sea breeze gently caressing his body, Liam went over all the possibilities of the offer. He couldn't believe that he was even considering it. It was a little like being a hooker, though Rick had tried not to make it feel that way.
“A business transaction,” Liam said out loud with a laugh.
Everything that Rick had talked about sounded good, but Liam was concerned about the sexual part. He had never had sex, real sex, with a Man. Still, it was there like the elephant in the room. It was just part and parcel of the offer. If he wanted the good life, the life Rick was offering him, Rick would expect Liam to have sex with Him.
On the other hand, the offer was more than fair to Liam, generous even. Cash and a place to live just for occasional sex. Women did it all the time. He was having a hard time coming up with a reason that he shouldn't do it. Some of his friends were pretty wild. No one would judge him for agreeing to the situation. If they did, he would just say he was “sowing his wild oats.” No one would care if he was fucking a Man for money on the side, especially one as good looking and rich as Rick.
Then another thought came into Liam’s mind, and a smile grew on his face. Rick was a really good kisser. He wondered if that meant He would also be good at giving head. Gay guys like to suck dick, and Liam loved having his dick sucked.
Liam's dick got rock-hard thinking about Rick sucking him off. Liam started jerking off, imagining the handsome Man going down on him. Liam imagined his hips bucking forward until he blew a huge load, filling the older Man’s mouth full of spunk. Liam imagined holding Rick's head down on his cock until He swallowed it. None of his girlfriends liked it, but he bet Rick would love being made to swallow a young stud’s jizz. Hard dicks rarely lead to good judgments.
Liam continued jerking on his cock as he thought about how it would play out. Suddenly with his hard dick clearly in charge, it all started to make sense. Liam could save the money he brought with him by living at Rick's house, and he could actually earn some money too. And the best part, he thought, as images of Rick sucking his dick dominated his thoughts, Liam would get his dick sucked as much as he wanted. Liam couldn't see a downside. So, after rubbing one out, he got up and told Rick he would do it.
After breakfast, Rick’s attorney stopped by with the contract Rick had promised. Liam didn’t bother to read it too carefully. He trusted Rick, so he signed it. Later he realized that he should have paid more attention to the wording, especially regarding what was expected of him sexually. After the lawyer left, Rick presented Liam with a small bag of jockstraps and men’s backless underwear.
“Your uniform,” Rick said with a big smile on his face.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Liam said as he looked in the bag. Rick assured him that He was not. Wondering what he had gotten himself into, Liam shrugged and slipped off his t-shirt and boxers and slipped into a jockstrap.
“Fits perfectly. How did you know?” Liam joked, adjusting the bands. Rick just smiled.
"Your ass looks fantastic in those," Rick offered.
Knowing that Rick was focused on his ass made Liam a little uneasy, but he told himself that he would just have to get used to it. After all, he had a job now and he looked better in a jockstrap than a Home Depot apron.
It wasn’t that Liam was embarrassed about how he looked naked. It was just the idea of being practically naked all the time in front of a Man he hardly knew who saw him, his ass in particular, as a sex object. Yet he did it. Just like he would eventually do a lot of things that he didn't think he would.
It wasn't long before Liam realized that Rick wasn't your typical gay guy. To look at Him and talk to Him you wouldn’t have even guessed that He was gay. The only real clues were His lips constantly on Liam's neck, His arms around Liam's waist, and His hands constantly on Liam's beautiful ass. Otherwise, Rick was the epitome of a straight guy. Tall, muscular, handsome by any definition. Even His bulging crotch emphasized His Manliness. Rick was a bigger Man than Liam in more ways than one.
Liam learned that Rick liked to be in charge. He was confident, definitely a dominant personality, even a bit demanding. Being so much like his own father, Liam found it easy to get along with Him. He knew how to engage with strong Men like him.
Liam also learned that sex wouldn’t just be occasional like he thought. Nor would it be a series of jerk off sessions like with his buds. Rick had an active sex drive, which was a good match to Liam's own. Rick wanted sex all the time and Liam was horny all the time. So, it worked out.
At first, Rick had gone easy on Liam to allow him to adjust to catering to Rick’s personal needs. For the first week or so, it was mutual jerking, kissing, frottage, and a little light fingering that took some getting used to.
One day, Rick told Liam it was time that the boy gave Him a blowjob. It wasn't that Liam didn’t expect that Rick would eventually want that. What surprised Liam was that Rick was not interested in giving it. Finally, out of frustration, Liam decided to ask Him outright.
“I thought fags liked to suck dick. How come you won't suck mine?” he asked seriously but tried to make it sound playful.
“They probably do, but I’m not a fag,” Rick said, as He leisurely fingered Liam’s hole between the straps of his jockstrap.
“Hey, I’m not a fag either,” Liam protested, despite being keenly aware that his legs were spread open with another Man's finger playing with his asshole.
“No, but you are a houseboy. Part of your job is to suck cock. Check your contract,” Rick said, playfully shoving his finger deeper into the boy making him gasp. Liam berated himself for not reading the contract before he signed it. What else was in that damn contract?
Knowing how good Rick kissed, Liam was a little disappointed he wouldn't get to see that tongue in action on his dick. He liked a blowjob as much as the next guy. Rick made it up to him though.
Liam was nervous when Rick made him lie face down, naked on the bed. Rick lifted up Liam’s hips and put a pillow under him. Liam was concerned Rick was going to fuck him, and he wasn’t sure he was ready for that. Rick felt Liam tense as He spread the boy’s ass cheeks. Much to his surprise, Liam felt Rick’s hot, wet tongue begin to lap at Liam's asshole while Rick’s massive hands gently massaged his ass cheeks. Liam couldn't help but let out a moan.
While Liam felt vulnerable exposed in that position, his anxiety started to melt away as only the soft prodding of a tongue, and the tip of a finger were all that entered the boy’s asshole. Liam didn’t know it, but Rick wasn’t ready to fuck him yet. He wanted to bring Liam along mentally, emotionally to where Rick wanted him to be before He did that.
Liam found himself increasingly relaxed, and moaning with pleasure. He suddenly got why woman loved it so much when a Man ate her out. Liam was enjoying it way more than he thought he would. He even began to fantasize about Rick working his tongue further into his hole, opening him up. Suddenly, the idea of Rick’s cock following his tongue was not so scary.
Rick could tell Liam was becoming open to the possibility of anything that would bring him more pleasure. The boy was moving into subspace. Surrender meant pleasure. Years of experience had taught Rick that if you eat a boy’s ass right, he’ll do anything to continue receiving pleasure, even letting Him fuck him. That was when Rick reached underneath Liam and started jerking him off as He tongue-fucked the boy.
It was a new experience, but one Liam enjoyed immensely. Rick’s first real acts of penetrating the boy were not painful, on the contrary. Instead of a rock-hard cock, brutally forcing open the boy’s hole, Rick’s tongue was warm, pliable and barely stretched the boy’s hole.
Liam didn’t know it, but Rick was subtly training him to associate penetration with pleasure. It was also Liam's first lesson in submission. Allowing Rick to eat his ass required Liam to be passive, to allow Rick to control the sex. It also required him to trust Rick. Both integral to a boy’s conditioning. Liam just wasn't experienced enough to see it for what it actually was.
While Rick might never suck his dick, Liam was delighted that He ate ass as good as He kissed. It wasn’t long before Liam shot a huge intense load all over the bed. Now it was his turn to perform.
Having no experience sucking dick, it took a while for Liam to learn how to properly service Rick’s cock. His size was a problem from the beginning. As he got better at sucking Rick’s cock, Liam learned how easy it was to get the older Man worked up by working on His cock with his tongue as much as his mouth. And while Liam never quite mastered deep throating Rick, the boy started enjoying giving head as much as Rick liked getting it.
When Liam had finally gotten good enough to get Rick off with just his mouth, Rick decided it was time to for the boy to stop pulling off when it was time for Him to shoot His load. Up until now, Liam would suck and lick on Rick until He was close and then finish him off with his hands. Rick thought Liam was ready for a taste of a real Man's cum.
"Fuck, I'm about to cum," Rick said, breathing heavily. Liam took that as his cue to pull off His cock. Instead, Rick grabbed the boy’s head holding him down on as much of His cock as would go in the boy’s mouth.
“Oh, no you don’t. You sexy little cock sucker. It’s time for you to learn the proper way to finish up a blow job,” Rick said as He held Liam firmly in place.
Realizing Rick was determined to cum in his mouth, Liam started to panic. Rick's loads were huge. There was already not much room in his mouth from Rick’s huge cock. Liam was at a loss as to where all that cum would go.
Rick started moaning loudly as His cock started gushing copious amounts of cum into Liam’s mouth. Unable to pull away, Liam tried to open his mouth wider to let the cum run out of his mouth instead of swallowing it, but Rick’s load was so thick that it couldn’t get past Rick’s mushroom head. Still, Rick’s cock kept pumping out more and more cum into Liam’s mouth. Realizing he had no choice, Liam reluctantly started swallowing.
A large wad of cum shot out of Rick's cock trickling down his throat towards his windpipe. His body reflexively started to cough to keep it out of his lungs. However, coughing just caused his throat to open up more and Rick’s cock slipped further down Liam’s throat.
Suddenly, Rick shot another large spurt of cum causing Liam’s throat muscles to reflexively constrict around the huge piece of meat now down his throat. Liam couldn’t swallow or breathe and started to choke.
Rick immediately recognized what was happening. Without removing His cock from the boy’s mouth, Rick moved Liam’s head back, straightening out his throat to allow the cum to slide down the boy’s now stretched throat. In that position, a few more inches of Rick’s cock slid down the boy's throat.
As Liam swallowed, his throat muscles unwittingly milked Rick’s huge cock resting in his throat. It wasn’t long before Liam had unintentionally coaxed out a fourth large wad of Rick’s spunk. Having learned his lesson, Liam grabbed Rick’s hips pulling Rick’s cock further down his throat. That way Rick’s load wouldn't go down his windpipe. Liam hadn’t realized it then, but he had finally deep-throated Rick.
Sliding His now softening cock from the boy’s throat and mouth, Rick kissed the boy on his forehead.
”You missed some,” Rick teased. Liam looked up. Rick was smiling. Liam’s eyes were swollen and red, but he managed to smile back. Rick wiped the cum that had leaked from the corner of the boy's mouth and fed it Liam.
“Now clean Me up,” Rick instructed, as pushed His cock into Liam's mouth to clean the remaining cum off Rick's head and shaft. Liam felt cheap and used by what Rick made him do. While he knew that one day this would happen, he wasn't prepared emotionally or mentally to swallow His load.
Despite his feelings of disgust at the Man jizz churning his stomach, Liam berated himself for how he reacted. He had seen Rick’s loads from jerking Him off. He told himself that he should have been better prepared for what happened. What was strange was that, while on some level Liam resented being forced to swallow Rick's load when he wasn't ready, Liam's main thought was that he hoped it hadn't ruined the blowjob for Rick.
Having finally swallowed Rick’s load, Liam knew that Rick would expect it every time. They had ten months left in the agreement. Liam was going to have to figure out how to handle Rick’s loads without choking. He shuddered at the idea of how much cum he was going to have to swallow in those ten months. Girls did it all the time, but Liam was just having an issue with it. As a straight guy, he had a hard time wrapping his head around the fact that he is swallowing another Man's load. He’d just have to find a way to get over it. Next time, Liam told himself, he would do better.
“I’m proud of you,” Rick finally said kissing the boy again.
“That was the hottest blow job I’ve had in a while.” Liam smiled. He could live without the cum in his stomach, but he was glad that Rick enjoyed it. His job was to take care of Rick and Liam wanted to be good at it.
“I knew you didn’t want to swallow my load, but you did it anyway. You knew how important it was to me,” Rick said trying to psyche the boy up, while reinforcing Liam's desire to suppress what he wanted in favor of what Rick wanted.
“Yes, Sir,” Liam said softly.
If he had a choice, Liam wouldn’t have done it. On some level, he knew that one day Rick would want to cum in his mouth. He also knew Rick would probably want him to swallow it. He had just not expected it to be today and without any warning or preparation.
“Are you upset with Me?” Rick asked, genuinely concerned.
“No, You made it clear this was part of my job. I’ll be better next time. Promise,” Liam said forcing a smile.
Whether the boy was gay or not, that was exactly what Rick had wanted to hear. Rick couldn't ask for anything more but Liam's continued willingness to do what Rick wanted. No questions asked.
Rick pulled Liam up to him and wrapped his arms around the boy and just held him. Rick knew that Liam had crossed a line when Rick forced him to swallow His load. What the boy needed now was aftercare. Neither of them said much as Liam lay in Rick’s arms, even though there was much that could have been said.
As he lay with his face buried between Rick's shoulder and arm, Liam could still taste Rick’s cum in his mouth. While he hated it at first, the longer the taste lingered, the more Liam realized it wasn’t as bad as he first thought. It tasted salty while both slightly bitter and slightly sweet. It was amazing how much Rick’s cum smelled and tasted of Him.
The real problem for Liam was there was so much of it. And, still, it was a Man’s jizz in his stomach. Liam couldn’t get out of his head the image of Rick’s sperm swimming around in his stomach looking for an egg to fertilize. It didn't matter. Liam had to accept that, like it or not, he was now officially a cum-swallowing cocksucker. Still, in his mind, he wasn't a fag. A whore maybe, but not a fag.
Once Liam got used to the idea of swallowing Rick’s jizz, he stopped dwelling on it. He told himself it was just part of the job. Rick could now announce when He was about to cum, and He didn’t have to hold Liam down on His cock to make him take His load down his throat. The boy now did it on his own. Liam even carefully licked up any cum that may have spilled on Rick or run down His shaft. Rick loved how quickly Liam had adapted to being the hot little cocksucker and cum slut that He wanted in a boy. And Rick didn't really care if Liam was only doing it because he was paid to. He just cared that he did it. Baby steps.
When it eventually came time that Rick said that He wanted to fuck him, Liam was disappointed when Rick explained that He would always be the one fucking and Liam would always be the one getting fucked. Liam had thought he would be the one fucking Rick. After all, Rick was gay and Liam wasn't. But much like having to suck Rick's dick without any reciprocation, Liam resigned himself that it was just part of the job.
“Should have read your contract better. It's right in there. Never going to happen, boy,” Rick said grinning, as He pulled Liam into a deep kiss. That was just the way it was going to be.
This time Rick decided to explain it so Liam would know what to expect. He explained in a calm, almost clinical, voice what Liam should expect when getting fucked by a Man, especially one as big as Rick was. Rick made it sound pretty typical, even routine, like riding a bike, emphasizing that it was something every boy learned to enjoy once he got used to it. He also tried to convince Liam how good it was going to feel for him and how incredible the boy’s orgasms would be from having Rick’s huge cock pushing against his prostate.
Liam knew better. The older Man was hung like a fucking stallion. There was no way this was not going to hurt, and he doubted seriously there would be anything pleasurable about it, except for Rick.
Nonetheless, Liam hoped by doing everything Rick told him, it wouldn't hurt that much, and Rick would have a good time. After all, that was what he was being paid for. Rick deserved a good piece of ass for all that He was doing for Liam. And Liam wanted to show him that he sincerely appreciated the opportunities that Rick had created for him.
Their first time Liam would be on his back, Rick announced. He wanted to be able to see the boy’s face while He fucked him. Rick took His time slowly and gently opening up Liam’s virgin hole, first with His fingers, then with his tongue, driving Liam so crazy that he almost begged Rick to just fuck him right then and there.
Finally, Rick started pushing the swollen head of His cock up against the boy’s hole. As it started to give, all Liam could think about was how much it was going to hurt.
When Rick finally felt Liam’s hole to start to open up, He pushed His cock steadily into Liam until He felt a subtle pop as His mushroom head pushed past Liam’s tightly clinched anal ring. At that moment, Liam pulled a pillow over his face and let out a loud scream. “Fuck!”
Rick couldn’t help but laugh. The boy was definitely a virgin. Rick paused to give the boy time to adjust to the size of His cock. After a few moments, Liam removed the pillow and looked up at Rick. His eyes were red and teary.
"It’s ok. Keep going," Liam said, like a good little soldier. Rick knew how painful it was for a boy to take Him the first time, especially a virgin, but He loved how the kid was a champ about it. He could tell that Liam wanted to desperately please Rick and it showed.
Liam expected the pain and there was more of it. It couldn't be helped. But he was unprepared for how good the fullness of Rick’s cock in his ass made him feel when Rick held it still. It was almost like they were meant to go together, Rick’s huge cock and Liam’s tight hole.
Slowly, Rick worked His cock in and out of the squirming boy until Rick felt the head of His cock push past the second group of muscles and hit the turn in Liam's upper rectum causing the boy to tense up and flinch. Rick stopped pushing, holding it there while Liam let out a heavy breath. Liam was clearly having trouble, but he didn't complain. That just turned Rick on even more.
"I'm all the way in you. All 9 ½ inches. Can you feel it?" Rick asked casually, knowing full well Liam felt Rick’s massive cock impaling him. Liam didn't answer but reached down with his hand. All Liam could feel was the base of the older Man's cock and His balls up against his ass. Rick’s entire horse dick was buried in Liam’s stretched out hole.
"Fuck. Yeah, I can feel it," Liam finally said, causing them both to laugh. Liam couldn’t believe Rick had gotten all of it in him or that he was able to take it.
Rick looked down. Liam didn’t realize it, but the boy’s dick was hard and dripping precum. Rick smiled. Most boys didn’t get hard their first time with Him, or if they did, they didn't stay hard. It was just too painful. But as it turns out, Liam was a natural bottom boy. His ass was just made to be fucked by Him and, whether the boy knew it or not, his body loved it.
Rick started off slowly, rocking back and forth getting Liam used to both His girth and length, carefully studying the boy's face the entire time. When Rick pulled back slowly, Liam’s face would relax, and he would moan very quietly. When Rick pushed back in, Liam’s face would tense up, and he would hold his breath.
"Breathe," Rick said gently, as He pulled back and then pushed His cock back in slowly but deliberately. Eventually, Liam started to match his breathing to the older Man’s thrusts. Liam discovered that the pain wasn’t nearly as sharp as it had been at first and that there was actually a small amount of pleasure. Maybe Rick was right, he thought. Maybe it would start to feel good.
“How does it feel now?” Rick asked him.
“Fine, I’m good,” Liam said, trying to control his breathing. “You can keep going.”
Rick could tell from the look on the boy’s face he was lying. He wasn't fine, at least not yet. Rick loved that about him. While He was glad that Liam was willing to continue, Rick wanted to finish. He needed to take Liam all the way through this. Taking his cherry was only part of the reason they were here.
As Liam began to relax, Rick put His arms under Liam’s body and over his shoulders to grip the boy tightly to Him. By holding Liam this way, Rick could limit Liam’s ability to pull away while also giving Him more leverage when He started driving His cock more roughly into the boy.
Liam reflexively relaxed as Rick pulled His cock back. Then, He plunged forward suddenly causing Liam to yelp and his legs to stiffen. Rick did this a couple of more times to get Liam used to the hard deep pounding the older Man wanted the sexy straight boy beneath him to take. Slowly, Liam got used to it. As Rick got more deliberate and aggressive, Liam realized Rick was really starting to get into fucking him. Liam liked that idea that Rick was beginning to enjoy himself. He just wished that it didn’t hurt so much.
As Rick pushed the boy’s tolerances more and more, He would occasionally go too deep or too hard. Liam would cry out and beg Rick to pull out. Rick eased upon the boy, but He refused to pull out.
“Work through it, Liam. You’re doing great, baby. If I pull out, it will hurt worse going back in. Besides, I love being inside you too much. Your hole feels so incredible wrapped around My cock. It’s warm, tight. I need you to surrender to Me. Let Me own your body. Let Me enjoy it,” Rick said, slowly rocking back and forth as Liam gritted his teeth in pain, desperately trying to stop his body from fighting Him. As He slowly picked up the pace, Rick assured the boy it would soon feel as good for Liam as it did for Him.
“You want that, don’t you, Liam? You want to give Me pleasure, don’t you? You want to feel as good as I do when I fuck you?” Rick asked the boy.
Liam clenched his jaw in pain but shook his head “yes.” Rick loved that the boy was embracing his submission to Him, but it still wasn’t over, not yet. There was one more very important thing that had to happen. The boy’s surrender was not enough.
As Rick repeatedly drove up against the boy’s prostate. Liam started involuntarily moaning at some point as his battered hole got used to Rick’s thick cock being inside him. It was important to Rick that Liam associate pleasure with being fucked by Him.
“Starting to feel good now, isn’t it?” Rick asked as He fucked his boy. Liam smiled.
“Yeah, actually,” Liam said. “Whatever you’re doing, don’t stop. I think I could get used to this.”
“I won’t. I promise,” Rick said. Then, catching Liam's eye, He motioned down with His head. Following the direction of Rick’s nod, Liam looked down. Liam's dick was hard as a rock leaking precum while Rick was fucking him. Liam blushed. He knew Rick would never let him live this down.
"Straight huh?" Rick teased.
"Yeah. So straight," Liam managed before Rick forced another moan from his throat. Liam laughed at how ridiculous he sounded saying he was "so straight' with Rick’s huge cock up his ass pounding him into blissful oblivion.
Despite the newfound pleasure, Liam continued to focus on controlling the pain and accommodating Rick’s huge cock. While he wanted it to feel good for Rick, the most he could do was try to keep up with Rick and take deep breaths when he could. At some point, Liam realized that Rick must be getting close. Liam was actually relieved as his legs and glutes were shaking from exhaustion.
"You're about to cum, aren't you?" Liam asked Rick. Rick shook His head yes, saying nothing but pounding Liam's ass harder and deeper. He was focused on His own orgasm. Liam found the moment incredibly erotic. He had never seen a Man about to orgasm from this point of view.
"Go for it. Cum for me, baby," Liam said, pulling Rick’s hips further into him.
"Fuck! I'm cumming," Rick moaned loudly, as He stiffened and drove His cock deep into Liam’s insides, holding it there as He shot copious amount of cum into the boy. Despite the pain of the deep final thrust, Liam couldn't take his eyes off Rick's face. The look of ecstasy on His face was incredible, beautiful even.
Liam’s insides were so tender and hypersensitive from being fucked that the boy felt each spasm of Rick’s cock, each load as it came out and the heat of Rick’s seed filling his guts. Unlike sucking His cock, Liam could enjoy the moment without having to worry about breathing. All he had to do was to lay back and let Him. When Rick’s body finally relaxed, it was covered in sweat and dripping on to Liam. Rick leaned in and kissed Liam.
“Fuck, you were great. That was the best fuck I’ve ever had,” Rick said, before kissing him. Liam smiled.
“I would hope so. That’s a straight boy’s cherry you just popped. You know our holes are tighter and hotter than those gay boys you usually fuck,” Liam teased back. Rick leaned down and kissed Liam again.
“And that My handsome young man,” Rick said, breathing heavily, “is how a Man breeds His boy.”
Liam smiled at the analogy. Liam could feel Rick’s hard cock contract as Rick squeezed out the last bit of ejaculate inside him. Liam was impressed by how much Rick came. Rick really was like a prize stud bull. It felt like there was a gallon of cum inside him.
Then, as if a light bulb went off, Liam suddenly connected the dots between Rick’s words and the feeling inside his body. Liam realized that Rick had not been wearing a condom.
Liam started freaking out. He tried to push the older Man off him so that he could run to the bathroom, but Rick knew now was not the time to let Liam go. He held Liam down with His hands and the weight of His larger body. He needed the boy to stay, to be present, to understand what had just happened. Most importantly, to accept it.
"Calm down. What's wrong?" Rick said as Liam struggled against Him with all his strength. Of course, Rick knew. The boy just realized that Rick had cum inside him for real and Liam was not handling it well.
Breeding a boy, even a gay one, can be an emotional affair. Breeding a “straight” boy is even more difficult. It fucks with their identity as a straight Man, that another Man's cum is deep inside his guts. It's too close to being used and impregnated like a woman.
Rick was aware that the repercussions would be devastating to the boy’s fragile psyche if not addressed right away. He had to talk Liam down now before his fears got the best of him. He needed Liam to accept what happened to him. If He didn’t, Liam would be useless to Him as His boy from now on. Worse, he might even leave.
"Let go of me. I have to get up. You came in me, you son of a bitch. Where’s the fucking condom? Oh, God, how am I going to get it out of me?" Liam whined, on the verge of tears, as he continued to push against the older Man's muscular chest to no avail.
"What do you mean where’s the condom? I didn’t use one. You didn't ask me to. How could you not know that I was fucking you bareback,” Rick said, calmly studying the boy's face, trying to get into his head and help him face what had just happened to him. While Liam realized it was true that he had not asked Rick to put a condom on, still it had never dawned on him, though maybe it should have, that Rick would cum inside him.
"But I didn't say you could cum in me," Liam said defensively, his voice cracking. As far as Rick was concerned, Liam’s consent was given when he lay down on the bed and spread his legs. He didn’t need anything more.
"Liam, focus. Look at me,” Rick said sharply. Liam briefly stopped struggling, trying desperately to get hold of himself as he looked up.
“Liam, when you let a Man fuck you without a condom, He’s going to cum inside you. You know that," Rick said, continuing to hold the boy down while keeping His cock buried deep in the boy. Liam's struggles were actually making Rick hard again.
"No, I didn’t. I’m not some chick. You fucked me and came in me," Liam said, fighting back tears as he continued to struggle under the bigger Man.
"Liam, stop! Look at me. You not only knew this was going to happen, but on some level, you even wanted this. Once a boy like you spreads his legs for a Man, you’re no different than a girl to Him. A Man wants to take His pleasure from your body. He wants to fuck you because He wants to get off. And I did, and you were incredible. Nothing wrong happened here. I didn’t do anything you asked me not to," Rick said trying to reason with the boy.
If Rick could get Liam to accept that he had some part of it, it would be easier to bring the boy around. Rick couldn't bear total responsibility for what happened. If Liam thought that, the boy would begin to resent Him.
“If it was that important to you, you should have said something before you offered Me your hole. But you didn't. You even grabbed My cock when I told you I was all the way inside you, remember? You knew there was no condom, but you told I could keep going.” Liam mumbled, tears starting to roll down his cheeks. Liam stopped struggling as he fought off emotions that threatened to overwhelm him.
“Liam,” Rick said sternly. "It’s done. You can’t decide now that you don’t want it. My cum is already inside you. You felt it. I came so hard and so deep in you there is nothing you can do to get it out even if you tried.” Liam started to sob.
"Liam look at Me," Rick said grabbing Liam's face and forcing him to focus on Him.
"I don’t fuck boys lightly, especially not straight boys like you. But when I do fuck a boy, I never use a condom. You don't get a special pass just because you're straight. You agreed to be My boy for the year. You are here to please Me. And what pleases Me is to fuck you raw. Because you want to make Me happy, you should not only expect me not to use a condom, but you should want Me to fuck you raw. Cumming in you makes Me happy, you should want Me to cum deep inside you."
In that moment, Liam hated Rick, mostly because he knew Rick was right about some part of it, even if He was saying in a fucked-up way. He had agreed to be fucked. This wasn't his first rodeo. He knows how fucking ends. Men only pull out in porno movies. Without a condom, of course Rick thought He could cum inside him.
Liam would never have agreed to it if Rick had asked him. But he also knew that he was partially at fault here too. Despite being his first time with a Man, Liam hadn't even thought about protection. He got caught up in the moment and let the older Man fuck him without a condom. That was on him. It was just that Liam was so turned on knowing how much Rick was enjoying fucking him for the first time, that he just didn’t think about it. Liam’s hard dick was proof of that. Liam took several deep breaths trying to calm himself as he studied Rick's face looking for answers.
"I don't understand what you're so upset about. What did you honestly expect?" Rick continued, in a much softer tone. Liam took another deep breath trying to find the words to explain why he was so upset.
"Liam, baby, I didn’t force you to do this. I told you clearly that I wanted to fuck you, and you agreed. You got in My bed. I didn’t make you. You spread your legs for Me all on your own. You were even excited at first. You said you wanted to do this for Me. And when I did penetrate you, I was gentle. I waited until you got used to how big I was. You felt it when my bare cock pushed inside you, forcing your hole open. I wasn’t wearing a condom then, and you knew that. I was inside you the whole time fucking you raw. You didn’t ask me to stop. In fact, you told me it was ok to keep going. You were even hard while I fucked you, so I know you were loving the feel of My cock inside you. It wouldn’t have felt that good if I had been wearing a condom. Don’t you see? This is just how sex is between Men.” Liam cringed, again the hard truth to all of it. Rick continued.
“You felt me getting close. You knew how much I was enjoying being inside you, enjoying fucking your beautiful body. I could tell you wanted to please me, and I love that about you. I could tell you were ready for me to cum. You didn’t ask Me not to cum in you then. You didn’t ask Me to pull out. And I did what we both wanted at that moment. I came. Inside you. I came harder than I have in a long time. You should be proud. You did that, your tight little ass and your desire to please Me caused Me to cum like that. And My load deposited deep your guts was your reward for being such a good boy. I could have given that load to any other boy. But I gave it to you. I wanted you to have it. I don’t regret breeding you. You shouldn’t regret it either. It was beautiful."
Liam couldn’t believe what Rick was saying. Rick was talking about it so intimately, so romantically, as if he had done Liam a favor by coming inside him. He had to admit, at some point, he had gotten lost in the act of Rick fucking him. And it was also true that he had told Rick to keep going even though Rick wasn’t wearing a condom. He had loved the fullness of Rick's cock stretching his hole as it thrust deep inside him, the constant pummeling of his prostate. Rick had brought out sensations the boy had never had before. He just wished Rick hadn't cum inside him, not without giving him the choice.
Still, it wasn't like there was no warning. Liam knew that as Rick started fucking him harder and deeper, breathing heavily, that Rick was about to cum from fucking him. Liam also had to admit to himself that he wanted Rick to cum. He wanted to see the pleasure on Rick’s face, but it wasn’t just that. He also was exhausted and not sure how much longer he could hold his legs open for Him. So yeah, he did want it. He just stupidly never considered that Rick would cum in him.
Liam began to let go of some of his anger towards Rick. Rick was right. He had some blame for this. He knew he should have been more careful. He knew better. This is how girls get knocked up. Worse, this is how fags get AIDS.
All Liam could think about was that, like a dumb chick, he lost himself in the moment of passion, of Rick’s wanting him, of needing to use him, of being fucked for the first time, and the new different pleasure it brought his body. He should have known that being the one getting fucked that it was his responsibility, as the “girl,” to make sure that Rick used protection if it was that important to him. It was his job to make sure they were safe. It was stupid to assume Rick would be the one to make sure they used a condom. No Man voluntarily uses a condom if He doesn’t have to. Rick was no different. It really was all his fault, he thought.
Liam took a deep breath, aware that Rick’s cock was still hard and inside him. Finally, calming down as he tried to figure out what to do next, Liam asked the question that he was really worried about.
"Are you HIV positive?"
Rick looked at the boy carefully. He could answer the question truthfully, simply, but He knew this was a moment, a moment to connect with Liam on another level. Liam was beginning to accept that he had submitted to Rick and that what happened was a natural consequence of that submission. But that acceptance, that willingness to submit to Rick, was conditional. If Liam was to totally embrace his submission to Rick, the boy needed to accept Rick's control, His protection, but most importantly His right to define their relationship and decide how intimate it would be. Rick wouldn’t allow this moment to be clouded by facts. There was too much at stake. His heart, and the boy’s soul.
"What difference would that make? You let Me cum in you. If I am positive, you are too now. If I'm not, neither are you. Nothing changes by knowing one way or another. It is or it isn’t," Rick said.
"But, . . . " Liam started, only to be interrupted. Rick’s tone changed. Rick needed to assure the boy that all that happened was normal, his submission normal, his obedience and blind trust in Him that everything would be ok was essential to their continued relationship. He needed Liam to accept that because Rick said this is the way it was supposed to be, this was the way it would be.
“Liam, My sweet angel, you agreed to be My boy for a year. One of the privileges of being My boy is that I get to fuck you. You knew that this day was going to happen. Because you were such a good boy and made Me feel so good, I came inside you to let you know how much you giving yourself means to Me. You're not some whore. You're not a one-night stand. You are so much more than that. You are My boy. You belong to Me. I want you to understand that I wouldn’t have cum in you if I didn’t . . . ," Rick hesitated. ". . . care about you?" Rick finally said, leaning down and kissing Liam.
Rick had caught himself. He almost used the “L” word. He didn’t realize how much Liam had come to mean to Him. Slowly, Liam’s fear faded away, replaced with the knowledge that this had meaning to Rick. Liam wanted it to have meaning for him too.
“Liam, I wanted this to happen. I want you to know that. And you needed it to happen,” He said. Liam studied His face. While Rick’s words were reassuring and calming him, Liam still needed answers.
"Do you honestly believe I would ever let anything harm you or that if something did that, I wouldn’t take care of you? I want you to let go of it. It happened. It happened because I wanted it too. It isn’t important if I’m negative or positive, nor is it important if you are. What is important is that we now share a bond. You now have My cum inside you. I have claimed you as My own. You belong to me in the most intimate way a boy can belong to a Man,” Rick told him. Rick made it all sound so romantic, so loving, so caring. He wanted to believe Him, but he was still scared.
“Right now, your body is absorbing My semen. You have a part of me inside you as surely as if I had placed a baby inside you. No matter what the future holds, I want you to remember this night always and remember Me as the Man who was your first. The first man to fuck you, and the first to cum inside you. The first Man to give you a part of Himself. No matter what happens to us in the future, I will always be with you and cherish that you allowed Me to take your virginity, and you took My load. You need to see it for what it is, an act of caring."
Rick’s words were so earnest and impassioned that it calmed Liam on so many levels, but still that feeling of dread would not completely go away. He knew somewhere in there was his answer, but he still wasn’t sure whether Rick was saying he was poz or not. Rick leaned down and kissed the boy again. Liam reluctantly kissed him back. Liam’s mind wandered for a second as a multitude of thoughts crept into his mind, some dark, but most reassuring.
Rick was relieved to see that Liam had taken a step back from the edge. He needed him to accept what had happened and learn to want it. But He also was concerned that boy was thinking too much and would worry himself back on to that ledge. He knew exactly how to get Liam to stop thinking about it. Whatever Liam was to become, he was still a horny young man who reacted to sexual stimulation.
Rick slowly but deliberately started rocking His still hard cock inside Liam, reminding the boy of the pleasure and intimacy of being fucked. This brought Liam out of his fog and back to his senses. The slow deliberate thrusts reminded him of those feelings of pleasure, not fear. Liam actually smiled. He couldn’t help himself. He couldn’t believe the older Man wanted to fuck him again.
"Unbelievable," Liam said finally grinning.
Seeing Liam’s smile, Rick smiled back and started to slowly grind inside him as He kissed on the boy’s lips, neck and lightly bit his nipples. Fuck, Liam said to himself as he felt his dick getting hard again from Rick’s attention. He wondered to himself, “When did I turn into such a fag for this guy,” as he wrapped his arms and legs around Rick and pulled the older Man’s body and cock into his. At that moment, Rick knew the boy would be ok.
As Liam started getting into being fucked again, the boy realized Rick was right about one thing. There was nothing that could be done about it now. Happy with the change in the boy, Rick settled into a slow leisurely fuck. Since Liam didn’t have to deal with the pain of penetration, the leisurely fuck, aside from the soreness of his battered hole, was almost completely pleasurable for the boy. Either way, Liam wasn’t stopping Him from fucking him again. Rick couldn’t help but marvel at what a natural bottom his “straight” boy was.
"Would you be more comfortable if I used a condom now?" Rick asked him. It wasn’t that Rick had any intention of using a condom. He wanted to make Liam say it out loud, to admit it was ok to fuck him bareback, to cum inside him again.
"No. Like you said, what is done is done. Just fuck me," Liam said grinning and pulling Rick's hips into him. As Rick approached His second climax, Liam knew what was happening this time as he felt the heated throbbing of Rick’s cock.
“I’m about to cum. I’m going to cum inside you, baby boy,” Rick offered this time. He wanted Liam to acknowledge what was happening to him. He wanted the boy complicit in his breeding this time.
“I know. I want you to,” Liam said lifting his head up to kiss Rick.
Suddenly, Liam felt the gushing of another load deep in his guts. Liam relaxed accepting that this time he had chosen to let the older Man cum inside him. Without the fear, Liam reveled in the feelings of intimacy being bred by Rick brought him. He realized that He was going to have to find a way to be ok with Rick fucking him bareback. Rick wanted it and Liam liked the way it made him feel.
When Rick was done and had collapsed on top of the boy, Liam shifted his body sideways, careful not to let Rick's cock slip out of him and pulled Rick’s arms around him. Liam sighed and closed his eyes. Somehow, Liam knew everything would be ok because Rick said it would. Whatever happened, he believed Rick would be there for him.
Rick felt a little sorry for the boy, but He was glad they were getting past Liam's initial terror. Liam's breeding had been hard on him not just physically, but emotionally. It would get easier from here out. As Liam's breathing became shallow, Rick finally allowed Himself to relax. The boy was sleeping with Rick still inside him. He was definitely going to be ok.
Rick later explained, trying to help Liam own what had happened, that people don’t use condoms when they are in a relationship. A Man likes to fuck naturally, skin on skin, and when it's time to cum, He wants to cum in His boy. That’s the way nature intended it. Besides, fucking a boy bareback is one of the joys of sex between a Man and a boy. Liam couldn’t help but smile when Rick said they were “in a relationship.” It somehow made it better what had happened.
"A boy, even one as cute as you are, with a pussy as sweet as yours is, can’t get pregnant no matter how many times I try, so there is no need for a condom,” Rick told him playfully.
Of course that wasn’t the entire story, but Liam liked the idea of it. Liam understood what Rick was trying to say. He didn’t like using condoms when he fucked his girlfriend either. He would have preferred to fuck her bare and cum inside her. But this was different because this time he was the one fucked without a condom. And he was the one with a Man’s cum inside him. The risk to him was not just getting pregnant, but he would find a way to live with that.
Despite everything, Liam was still uneasy about unsafe sex those first couple of weeks. A couple of times, he asked Rick to use a condom. But not wanting to backslide from all the work He had accomplished with the boy, Rick refused, insisting that He’d rather not fuck Liam at all than use a condom.
“It’s your choice,” Rick said, adamant about that they would not have sex if He had to use a condom, but still willing to give Liam some illusion of control. Wanting to please Rick and not seem ungrateful for the life He had provided him, Liam would always back down. It was important that Liam give that control, even if it was illusory, back to Rick.
Eventually, Rick fucking him without a condom had become so normal that Liam stopped being anxious about it, and he stopped asking. After some time, Liam told Rick that he was ok with Him fucking him bareback. Liam knew it actually didn’t matter since Rick was going to do whatever He wanted anyway, but Liam thought it was important to let Him know that he was ok with it now. And Rick was glad to hear it.
Rick could have discussed beforehand with Liam why bareback sex was important to Him. But Liam also knew that at that time he would likely have not understood it no matter how He explained it. Hindsight offered much more clarity. Rick explained that because He was taking Liam’s virginity, it was important to Him that Rick breed him that first time. The two had to occur together, at the same time. It became obvious to Liam just how intimate the act of breeding was to Rick. It meant something meaningful and real to Rick when He came in Liam that first time. For Rick it was a pledge or promise to Liam that He was Liam’s Man and Liam was His boy.
Liam also came to understand that a condom was more than a barrier between his flesh and Rick’s. It was a barrier to emotional intimacy. With a condom, Liam had nothing vested in their sex. He had nothing to lose. With the safety net removed Liam had to choose to either embrace their new intimacy completely with all its possible risks or to leave.
That simple act of cumming inside the boy, and Liam’s acceptance of it, made things between them immediately real in a way that would have otherwise taken months, if not years, to achieve if there had been no risk involved. Because Liam did come to accept it, they belonged to each other now, physically and emotionally, in a way they couldn’t have otherwise. For Liam, sex with Rick now was not complete until he felt Him cum inside him.
As they settled into a routine after Liam’s first time, fucking with Rick took on a different tone. Content that Liam was allowing Him to control their sex, their intimacy, Rick stopped asking Liam for sex. When He wanted it, He just took it.
One thing that Liam liked about sex with Rick is that it was intense, deliberate and animalistic. Rick rarely engaged in "lovemaking" like guys did to chicks. Usually, Rick fucked Liam like the boy imagined cowboys fucked each other when they were alone out on the range, like Heath Ledger fucked Jake Gyllenhaal in Brokeback Mountain. No girlie stuff; just guy sex. It somehow seemed less "homo" to Liam that way. It was just a guy getting his rocks off, even if it was up his ass.
By being so unequivocally dominant in every aspect of their relationship, Rick made it easy and natural for Liam to submit to Him. While the words “dominant” and “submissive” were never used by either of them, that’s what they were. A Dominant and His beautiful submissive boy who was becoming more and more submissive every day.
Importantly to Liam, Rick never made Liam feel that being with Him was "gay." It always just felt normal that Rick wanted to fuck him and for Liam to want to get fucked by Him. It was sex, their sex, and it felt natural. While the older Man's huge cock buried up his ass on an almost daily basis definitely felt gay at times, Liam had learned to love taking Rick’s cock like the boy wife he had become. Liam came to see it, not so much that he was being fucked by a Man, but he was being fucked by his Man, Rick.
Embracing his new role, Liam began really enjoying sex with Rick. Now that Rick wasn’t having to teach Liam how to please Him, Rick was free to be concerned with His pleasure rather than Liam's. That was part of what made their sex so great.
An unexpected bonus for Liam was that he was surprised to find how much better the sex was when he stopped worrying about getting himself off and concentrated only on Rick’s sexual needs. Sure, it was still painful at times, but suddenly, being fucked two or three times a day wasn't exhausting. All Liam had to do was not allow himself to get off. His built-up horniness kept him eager to please his Man in every way and always ready to go again.
Rick noticed the change in Liam. By Liam having embraced his submission fully. Rick finally felt that He could truly enjoy Liam’s body now as He fucked the boy harder, deeper, and rougher.
Conversely, able to enter subspace with ease now, Liam never had a problem with how physical Rick would get with him. Liam couldn't get enough of the older Man. Only when Liam knew that Rick was sexually satisfied would he allow himself to get off. It worked out well. Liam had become so focused on pleasing Rick that His voice and touch alone were enough to get Liam hard and ready for whatever Rick wanted. Rick was pleased with the boy Liam had become.
As a straight man, submission was new to Liam. But as a boy, it was becoming second nature. Rick’s consistency towards Liam both in and out of bed was better training than any boot camp could have given the boy. Only halfway through the year, their roles were already clearly defined. Liam knew his responsibilities and gladly did them whether requested to or not. He liked serving Rick. He liked making Him happy, whether with his body or just by being there for Him.
Liam had become everything Rick had hoped for. The boy even stopped going out on his own. His last “date” with a girl was right after Rick had fucked him that first time. When Rick asked him casually if he had fucked the girl, Liam shook his head “No,” adding “I wasn’t feeling it.” That was enough for Rick to get over the little bit of jealousy He had been feeling.
Liam stopped going out on dates with girls all together and started doing things outside the house with Rick. But what really surprised Rick was that Liam stopped asking for his money. Rick had every intention of paying the boy in full as agreed, but He wanted to see how long Liam would go without asking Him. He never asked him for money again. His pay was no longer the reason to do what he did for Rick.
As the months passed, Liam found that he didn’t just like having sex with the older Man, he needed to have sex with Him. As frequently happens in Dominant/submissive relationships, sexual intimacy led to something more complex. Liam had become emotionally attached to Rick. And the older Man to the boy. And that connection was never so strong as when Rick’s cock was buried deep in him and when the older Man came inside his boy.
It had been almost a year since that first night. The agreement was coming to an end. Liam sat on the edge of the pool wearing only a jockstrap, enjoying the feel of the afternoon sun on his skin.
While it had embarrassed Liam at first, he got used to it, especially when Rick and his friends commented on how beautiful his body and ass were. He knew Rick’s friends wanted to fuck him. He also knew that Rick didn’t like sharing his boys, but Liam still loved the attention. When he looked at himself in the mirror wearing only a jockstrap, Liam knew exactly why Rick wanted to fuck him all the time.
"You know, Sir," Liam said, struggling to have the conversation that he knew had been coming for a while. Rick looked up at the boy. Liam never used the word “Sir” unless he was trying to be serious. It was something Rick had not insisted upon, but Liam did on his own. Rick liked it.
"It's been great. You've been very generous to me, as a friend and a lover, both in bed and out. I appreciate everything you've done for me and shown me."
"A handsome intelligent boy like you deserves that," Rick said, smiling. He knew that Liam was trying to tell him something, something important, and He thought He knew what it was.
"And you showed me how to enjoy being with a Man. Something I never thought I would do,” Liam said, clearly drawing out whatever his point is. Rick knew he was trying to find the words to say what was really on his mind.
“Still straight?” Rick offered, playfully. Liam laughed.
“I think so, just not with you. It’s your fault. You shouldn’t be so good in bed. I can't believe I actually love being fucked by you” the boy said.
“Well, with a smokin’ hot bottom boy like you, how could I not be?” Rick said. Liam frowned. Rick thought it was cute how he was still not comfortable being called a “bottom boy.”
“Yeah, well. Look, you know I applied to a bunch of schools. I got accepted to Columbia,” Liam finally said.
“Of course you did. You’re one of the brightest boys I know,” Rick said. He was genuinely proud of Liam.
“And that means, it’s time for me to go,” Liam said, still stalling.
“If that’s what you want. I want what’s best for you,” Rick said, disappointed but not letting it show.
“I've been thinking,” Liam said. “I got a full scholarship, and a job on campus. Come with me to New York, at least while I’m in school. I’ll get an apartment. I’ll pay for everything. You can live with me. I’ll take care of you. I just . . I’m not ready for this to end,” Liam said. Rick could tell this was tearing the kid up.
“Why would I do that? I already have a place,” Rick asked, toying with Liam.
“Yeah, I guess so. I know it doesn’t make any sense asking you to move to New York to be with me, but I had to ask. And I'm serious, I'll pay for everything. It wouldn't cost you a thing,” Liam offered, clearly dejected but not quite willing to give up. He wanted this more than anything he had ever wanted before.
“No, you misunderstand,” Rick said. Liam looked up, unsure what he could have got wrong.
“I already own an apartment in Manhattan. Why would I move in with you? You could just live with me,” Rick said, grinning. Liam’s face was beaming.
“So, you’ll come?” Liam asked, hopefully. It was Rick's turn to frown.
“Liam, I don’t think you realize what you’re asking. This has been fun, and god knows I love being with you, but you have made it clear that you still think of yourself as straight. I want more. I want it all. And if you aren't willing to give me everything, every part of you, heart and soul, I'd rather have nothing. Are you prepared to tell your parents, your friends that you’re in a relationship with a Man, a Man who is 30 years older than you, a Man that fucks you up the ass every night?”
“You don’t have to be so graphic,” Liam said with a frown.
“Then you see the problem. I deserve better than that. I deserve to be happy, and it takes all of that, all of you, to make me happy,” Rick said, trying to make the boy understand how much He cared about him, but that He would not compromise on this point.
Liam sat there quietly, gently kicking his feet in the pool while he thought about what Rick had said. Rick studied the boy trying to glean which way he was leaning. It was the moment of truth. He wanted to tell the boy he was in love with him, but that wouldn’t be fair. Liam had to decide to be with Him because he wanted to. Finally, Liam cleared his throat.
“Look, I’ll make you this deal. You don’t make me announce it to the world like I'm some sort of flag-carrying out-and-proud homo, and I will promise you that if my family, my friends ask me directly about the nature of our relationship, I will tell them, ok? I will tell them you are my husband, and I am your boy, I love sucking your cock, and you fuck me up the ass every night?” Liam said, mostly serious but unable not to get in that last little bit for fun.
“Now who’s getting graphic?” Rick asked laughing. Liam was smiling. Rick found it hard not to love the boy.
“Then I guess we’re moving to New York,” Rick said. Liam jumped up and hugged Rick as tightly as he could.
“I love you so much, but I’d rather be your whore than your wife,” the boy whispered in Rick’s ear.
“You already are baby. You already are,” Rick said kissing him.
Forced: “Team Welcome”
Dawson had been in the shower for thirty minutes. Try as he might, he could not get the smell of cum off his skin or out of his nose. Several times, he tried to wash his battered asshole in an attempt to get the other boys' cum out of his formerly virgin hole, but it was too tender. He choked back a sob at how much his asshole hurt.
Dawson felt he would never get clean again. How or when the other boys got the idea that they could take turns fucking him, he didn’t understand. But they had.
The captain of the football team, Tim, walked in behind Dawson as he showered. He jumped when the older boy placed His hand on Dawson’s shoulder. Tim wasn’t there when the other boys held him down and took turns turning him into the team cum dump.
“Dude. I heard what happened. I'm sorry I wasn't here. They shouldn't have done that, but don’t worry,” He said, “it will get better with time.” Dawson turned surprised by the words of compassion.
“How will it get better? You think I enjoyed that? I'm not gay. I can't just pretend this didn't happen,” Dawson said choking back his tears.
“Oh, you won’t,” Tim said as He dropped the towel around His waist. His hand went down in between Dawson’s ass cheeks gripping them firmly as His hard cock brushed against the boy's ass cheeks.
Dawson turned around quickly, looking down at the massive hard cock rubbing up against him.
“You know. This is partially your fault. You really do have a magnificent ass. The boys couldn't help themselves. But don't worry, I'm here now to make it right.”
The words Dawson had thought were compassion were turning out to be anything but.
“Now bend over and assume the position like My bros taught you earlier,” Tim told him.
"What?" Dawson said, not wanting to believe what he was hearing.
“Since I wasn't here, I didn’t have the pleasure of enjoying your newly cunted pussy. They know better than to start without me. But I'll let it go this time, since you were practically begging them for it with that beautiful bubble butt,” Tim said, grinning. Dawson stared in disbelief at the older boy.
"Please. Don't do this to me. Not again," Dawson begged.
“I said turn and assume the position. Spread your legs, faggot.”
The look on Tim's face and His clenched fists showed that He was serious and determined to enforce His will by physical violence, if necessary.
Dawson started quietly crying and turned around putting his hands on the shower wall and spreading his legs for the older stronger boy.
"Wider, faggot," Tim said, kicking Dawson's legs apart. Dawson let out an involuntary sob.
“That’s a good girl,” Tim said, grabbing Dawson’s waist and shoving His cock deep in the boy’s well-worn hole as Dawson cried out in renewed pain.
“You’ll see,” his Captain said as He began slowly to grind His cock in and out of the boy’s new cunt.
“It will get better once you know your place on the team. My bet is you will learn to love taking cock, especially Mine. Now stop crying and tell Me how much you love being fucked by a Man. Tell Me how much you love feeling My cock pounding your pussy. Say it. Over and over, until you actually start believing it.”

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Boys: “Point of View”
If you asked him, Matt would tell you honestly that he wasn’t gay. He saw nothing unusual about his Alpha fucking him. He was an Alpha after all. It was His right to take His pleasure however He wanted.
Matt could honestly say that he didn’t want other men. He didn’t even look at them. When he jerked off, it was only ever about two things. Women and his Alpha fucking and breeding him. It wasn’t being fucked or even getting to suck His cock that motivated him. It was the knowledge that the Alpha had chosen him for His pleasure that kept Matt obedient and submissive to His Alpha.
As he felt his Alpha’s cock swell in his ass, he knew those Alpha juices were about to be shooting deep inside him. Once more, he had served his Alpha well.
Matt was not gay. Matt was owned.
Alphas: “Might Makes Right" Drew couldn't believe He was out here watching these stupid fags cruise the parking lot, quick to offer themselves to any Man that was interested. So many of them were girly, even more girly than the sluts He usually banged. He wasn’t interested in them. He was looking for something specific.
A chance encounter with a jock frat boy the other night introduced Drew to a side of Himself that He hadn't known before. He didn’t mean for it to happen. He didn't even know He wanted to do it. But back at His apartment, drunk and horny, He forced the younger jock to his knees and fed him His cock. He remembered the look on the boy's face. His swelling cock remembered it too.
At first, it was the look of fear on the jock's face of what Drew meant to do to him. Despite the boy's gym-worked body, Drew was taller and bigger than him, as well as more aggressive. Drew's unexpected demands made the boy tremble with fear. The boy had no idea why Drew had invited him back to His place. But in all honesty, Drew didn’t either. It just happened.
Once forced to his knees, there was the jock's gradual acceptance that he had no choice but to yield to Drew as the stronger male. It was a different look from the one of fear on his face only moments before. It was a look of surrender as the boy opened his mouth. A look that not only reflected that his submission was inevitable, that he knew there was no use fighting it. The recognition that his subjugation was a natural consequence of being in Drew's presence.
Drew remembered how the boy's look turned to one of trance-like ecstasy as he worshiped Drew's body and fat cock, eagerly taking more and more of Drew's cock into his mouth with one purpose, and one purpose only. To please Drew, to make Him cum. What women would only do begrudgingly, this boy was doing enthusiastically. It was a welcome change to have someone want to suck His cock. To want to make Him get off. Not because they wanted to get it over with, but because the boy wanted to see and hear Drew taking pleasure from him.
When it was over and the boy greedily swallowed His massive load, all He could do was look on with satisfaction at the total submission of the boy as he licked each precious drop of cum from HIs cock as if it was nectar, swallowing it without even being told. Drew couldn't help but wonder why women didn't accept the need to give Him pleasure as easily as the young jock.
Drew had expected to look down on the boy with disgust. Afterall, he was clearly a fag for going down on Drew, but that wasn't what He was feeling. It was feeling of conquest, mastery, achievement. It was the feeling that not only did He prove Himself the superior male once again, but that He had the right to do what He did to the jock boy. And the jock boy accepted it as his duty to yield to Him.
While it was a struggle at first to impose His will on the boy, Drew admitted to himself that it was hotter than any sex He had before. Sure, in the beginning, He forced himself on the clueless jock boy, but that was part of the excitement as well. Drew couldn't help but remember that the boy's gradual submission to His power, the yielding of the boy's body and mind to His, was a beautiful thing. His cock had never been harder. His orgasm had never been more intense, or His load as big. If at first, the jock boy hadn’t wanted it, by the end, he was craving it. The boy even thanked Him when it was over. Something no chick had ever done.
Sitting in His car today, Drew wanted to catch that feeling again. Only this time, He wanted more. He wanted it all. This time He wanted the sexy jock boy pinned under Him, squirming and crying as He pounded the jock a new pussy with His fat cock. He wanted him to fight back until he was fucked into blissful oblivion, surrendering to Drew's invasion of his body and mind as the boy realized it could be no other way. Most of all, He wanted to see the jock boy's face when Drew shot His load deep in the boy's guts confirming that Drew was the only real Man in that moment.
Had He paid more attention in His psych classes, Drew would have realized that He was just evolving, embracing His Alpha nature. It was finally occurring to him that as a superior male that lesser guys, like chicks, would accept what He did to them because of who and what He was.
It was a natural aphrodisiac like no other when the sexy jock boy, the one who thought himself a lady's man, who resisted Him with all his might at first, finally recognized that a Man like Drew was entitled to take what He wanted, when and how He wanted it, even from another guy.
And what He wanted now, sitting in that car, His cock slowly swelling at the memory of the other night, was another jock boy, one who still thought himself a Man like the one the other night. He wanted to take the boy's masculinity and add it to his own. He wanted His submission. The only question now is which lucky bitch boy would get the honor of being made to serve Him.
Forced: "The Rape of Robby"
Something didn’t make sense. While Robby wasn't normally a suspicious person, he couldn’t help but wonder why he got his own room with a king-size bed. He'd been on lots of these trips with his buddies before, but he always had to bunk, sometimes three or four guys to a room.
This trip was no different. There weren't enough rooms for everyone to have their own room. Yet, somehow, Robby had the biggest room with the biggest bed all to himself. It wasn’t like Robby paid more than the other guys. In fact, he hadn’t paid anything for the room. He was a guest of his best friend Alex.
"Consider it an early birthday present. A weekend to remember," Alex told Robby. Robby had wondered if it had something to do with what had happened a couple of weeks back.
A bunch of the guys had spent a long weekend on Santa Rosa Island. After the guys in the next bed had gone to sleep, Alex had convinced a really drunk Robby to suck his cock that night.
It started with Alex slowly jerking Robby off, bringing him to the edge and stopping. Alex then insisted Robby jerk him off in return. After a little while of half-assed drunken effort, Alex would push Robby’s hand off his dick and start stroking his buddy again.
Unlike Robby, Alex was deliberately trying to work Robby up. A drunk Robby could be talked into a lot of things, but a drunk horny Robby could be talked into even more. Again, he jerked Robby off bringing him right up the edge, stopping only right before Robby could get off.
“Come on, man. You can’t do that to a bro,” Robby whispered almost begging Alex to finish him off.
“Your turn,” Alex whispered, moving Robby’s hand to his hard cock.
Robby slowly jerked Alex but he wasn’t as interested in getting Alex off as he was in Alex getting him off. Alex didn’t care. A hand job wasn’t what he really wanted. After a while, he started working on Robby again, this time Robby was begging his buddy to get him off, but that wasn’t in the cards. Not yet.
“Come on, do me again,” Alex told him. Robby reached out for his buddy. All he wanted was to get off and the sooner he jerked Alex off, the sooner Alex could finish him off.
“No,” Alex said pushing Robby’s hand away. “Use your mouth.”
“What? No dude,” Robby whispered.
“Dude, you’re not even trying to get me off. Just suck my cock. It will be much faster and then I’ll get you off.”
“Forget it. I’ll just do it myself,” Robby said grabbing his dick. Alex pushed his hand away.
“No, you already got me this far. You can’t stop now. I need you to suck my dick, and then I’ll get you off. If you don’t do it, I’ll wake the other guys up when you are working your meat and tell them I had a finger up your ass while you jerked off.”
“Come on, man. I don’t want to suck your dick. I just want to get off,” Robby whispered, horny but still pretty drunk. Had he been thinking clearly, he would have just got up and gone to the bathroom.
“Come on, your girl does it for you. What's the big deal? Don’t I deserve the same? Just get under the covers and suck me off. Then I’ll get you off, I promise,” Alex said reaching over and giving Robby a few tugs to remind him what he desperately wanted.
“Come on, man,” Robby whined.
“Just do it. If you keep talking, they’ll wake up and neither of us will get off,” Alex said as he pulled up the covers and pushed Robby’s head down into his crotch. Being too drunk to think straight, Robby relented and started sucking Alex’s cock.
“Yeah, that’s it. Fuck man, your mouth feels incredible,” Alex said gently putting his hand on the back of Robby’s head. When Robby decided that he had sucked long enough, Alex would push Robby’s head back down to keep him going.
“Just a little while longer. I’m almost there and then I’ll do you,” Alex told him. Robby reluctantly kept blowing his bro. In Robby’s mind, it wasn't gay, because Alex would return the favor and suck him off.
Not being as drunk and really turned on by the fact that he was able to convince Robby to blow him, Alex couldn’t last long. It wasn’t but a few more minutes before Alex grabbed Robby’s head as he started to unload in his bro’s mouth. Robby tried to pull off Alex’s dick, but he wouldn’t let him. When Robby started panicking, Alex shut it down quickly.
“Shhh, you’re going to wake the guys up. Do you really want them to see you with my dick in your mouth.” Not wanting to be caught, Robby immediately relented allowing his bro to continue to cum in his mouth, as Alex quietly moaned with pleasure.
“Now swallow it,” Alex said. Robby shook his head “No" trying to hold his bro's cum in his mouth until he could spit it out.
“You have to bro, if they see that much cum on our sheets, they are going to know we fooled around. And then I’ll have to tell them you sucked my dick. You don’t want that, do you?” Alex asked. Again not thinking straight, and knowing he would never live it down if the other guy's found out, Robby reluctantly swallowed his bro’s load to Alex’s perverse delight.
“Ok, your turn,” Alex said reaching for Robby’s dick.
“No, man, I’m good,” Robby said, rolling over and turning his back to Alex.
Robby was too humiliated. He had not only sucked another guy’s dick, but he had also swallowed his load. All he wanted now was to go to sleep and forget it ever happened. Despite just getting off, Alex was still turned on, especially since he had finally gotten his cock in Robby's mouth.
Alex wrapped his arms around Robby until he thought that he heard Robby start to lightly snore. Alex slipped his still hard cock between Robby’s legs pushing the still slick head of his cock up against Robby’s asshole.
While Robby was pretty fucked up, he wasn’t that drunk. Robby tried pretending to be asleep hoping his friend wouls stop, but Alex just kept rubbing his cock head against Robby’s hole, pushing harder and harder trying to get it in him. Finally, having enough, Robby rolled over and told him to stop.
“Aw, come on, bro. Just the tip,” Alex said, kissing Robby's neck.
“Stop it. Dude, we can’t do that. You’re going to wake the guys up. I don’t want to chance it.”
The short answer was Robby didn't want to get fucked. It was bad enough Alex had convinced Robby to suck his dick, but getting fucked was just too homo no matter how drunk he was.
Robby realized now that he just should have said "never going to happen" but, at the time, he said whatever excuse his drunk ass could come up with to convince Alex that it wasn't a good idea. Waking up the other guys was the best he could come up with at the moment. That seemed to do the trick.
With Robby having a room to himself, if Alex could get Robby alone, that excuse wouldn’t work this time. Since that night, any chance that Alex got he would remind Robby that he had sucked Alex’s dick and that he wanted him to do it again. A couple of times he even told Robby "you owe me a fuck."
Robby didn't understand why Alex couldn't let it go. Alex was obsessed with the idea of having sex with him. Robby had hoped it was just a one and done thing between bros and it would be forgotten. Apparently, it wasn't. Robby had to make sure that it didn't happen again, but something else was bothering him.
Alex had assigned the rooms. Why didn't he just tell the other guys that Robby was rooming with him? He'd at least have Robby alone and the privacy to try to pressure him into sex again. Why give him the big room all to himself? It didn’t make any sense.
Toweling off from a quick shower, Robby looked out the window at the guys out by the pool. His thoughts were cut short by the arrival of Trent, who had shown up out of nowhere. Robby hadn't known Trent was coming. He wouldn’t have agreed to come if he had known that Trent would be here.
A couple of months before that night with Alex, Robby had been out with Trent and a bunch of the guys. Trent kept feeding him shots until Robby was almost black-out drunk. In retrospect, Robby realized that must have been Trent’s plan all along. He had seen Him do that to plenty of chicks before. Robby just didn’t suspect that Trent would do it to him, a friend and a guy. And certainly not for the same reasons.
With a little help from the rest of their friends, Trent got Robby into His truck. He took Robby back to His place so he could “sleep it off.” After undressing Robby first and then Himself, Trent climbed into bed next to Robby.
One thing led to another, and after some groping and stroking together with a couple of deep kisses, Trent rolled over and insisted that Robby suck His dick. Just wanting to sleep, Robby finally gave into Trent’s constant hounding “to just put the tip in his mouth” and begrudgingly did it.
It wasn’t even really a blow job. It was mostly just the head of Trent’s cock and an inch or so of His shaft in Robby’s mouth, along with his hand jerking off Trent’s freakishly large cock. Trent was too big to easily go in anyone’s mouth. Of course, that didn’t stop Trent from insisting Robby finish Him off. Robby frowned as he remembered the huge load Trent shot in his mouth. It was almost like he could still taste it. Salty and pungent. Robby couldn’t help but remember how smug and demeaning Trent had been when He made him swallow it.
Of course, just like Alex, that wasn’t the end of it. Having gotten His cock in Robby’s mouth, Trent made it clear that He wanted to fuck Robby. Robby was so drunk that he didn't even try to stop Trent when He put the boy's legs on His shoulders and started licking his asshole. Robby even remembered it sort of felt good.
Mentally exhausted from Trent’s constant pressure to submit together with his physical exhaustion from the alcohol and late night out, Robby didn’t even protest when Trent started pressing the head of His cock against Robby's virgin hole. In his drunken state, giving in to Trent was just easier if He would just let him go to sleep.
What ultimately stopped Trent from fucking Robby that night was that Trent was just too big. It only took a few seconds of pain from Trent trying to force His huge horse cock into Robby’s virgin hole to cause Robby to sober up enough that he came to his senses.
With some effort, Robby was able to get out from under Trent’s much bigger body. Trent was pissed about not getting to fuck him, but Robby didn’t care. He was no fag. There was simply no way that he was going to let another guy fuck him, much less that he was going to be impaled on that huge slab of meat. He clumsily dressed himself and got out of there as quickly as he could. Robby avoided Trent after that. He had only seen him a couple of times, but Trent would crudely remind Robby that he still wanted to fuck him.
“When are you going to give up your sweet ass, baby boy,” Trent would tell him. Robby tried to just ignore it. However, when Trent showed up somewhere he was, Robby always made an excuse to leave. He knew Trent. All too well. If He ever got him alone again, Robby might not get away that time.
What Robby couldn’t understand is that Trent fucked lots of girls. With His good looks, muscular build and huge cock, He was a pussy magnet. Why was He so hot on fucking Robby? Was He secretly gay or something? Or did He just get off on dominating and humiliating guys smaller than Him? Trent’s smug satisfaction at making Robby swallow His load suggested it was probably the latter.
Robby’s first instinct was just to leave, but he rode down with Alex. He'd just do his best not to allow himself in another situation with Alex or, especially, Trent. Maybe he would give up his room and sleep on the couch. Somewhere in the presence of the other guys so that Alex and Trent would not be able to suggest sex again. At least not without making them look like they were the homos.
While looking at the guys out by the pool, Robby couldn’t help but notice Trent's crotch in His stretch trunks. A stark reminder of just how huge His cock was. It brought back disturbing memories of Trent trying to force His cock up Robby’s ass. Trent was talking to Alex when Trent's hand went to His crotch. He was rubbing it aggressively. Then, He held His hands out and mimicked fucking someone from behind.
"Shit." Robby thought. Robby saw Alex laughing and, if he read his lips correctly, Alex seemed to have said "Me, first."
"Fucking assholes," Robby said out loud.
Robby figured that Trent and Alex must have shared stories and were colluding with each to take their turns fucking him. This wasn't how bros treated each other. Alex, at least, was supposed to be his best friend. But if he was catching what they were saying right, they were seemingly planning to take their turns with Robby as if he was just some slut they had picked up in a bar.
Robby decided he would ask Mario and Christian if he could stay in their room. As a gay couple, they would surely understand a guy being hassled by another guy who wouldn’t take no for an answer. Surely, they would protect him from Trent and Alex.
As he finished toweling off, Robby watched as Mario and Christian walked up to the others. Curious, Robby tried to make out what they were talking about to Alex and Trent. He couldn’t, but all the guys laughed and high-fived each other. Mario also mimicked fucking someone while Christian mimicked holding down someone's head on his crotch bobbing it up and down.
“Fuck,” Robby thought.
If these guys are in on this too, they wouldn't protect him. Robby was basically surrounded and isolated. In his mind, his rape had already started, if not physically, mentally. Robby subconsciously reached back and touched his hole as he remembered how much it hurt when Trent tried to shove His cock in him. But this wouldn't be one cock but three at least. Four, if Christian wanted more than a blow job.
Looking around for something to put on, Robby quickly threw on a swimsuit and headed out to the pool. He was going to put a stop to this shit now. Whatever Alex and Trent had told the others, he was no fag and nobody’s fuck toy.
"Alex, I need to talk to you a second," Robby said grabbing Alex’s arm to pull him aside.
"Sure," he said. All the other guys were grinning, as was Alex.
"Looking good, Robby. Like those speedos on you. Really shows off your ass," Mario yelled to him approvingly.
"You've been working the gym like a mad man," Christian added.
Unsure how to respond, Robby just said "Yeah, thanks guys."
Turning to Alex, Robby asked quietly, "What the fuck is going on and why is Trent here?"
"We were talking and when I told Him who all would be up here, He asked if He could come. He said that He’d been meaning to catch up with you. Said He promised to give you something. Something He said you wanted bad," Alex said watching Robby’s face for a reaction. Robby tried not to react, but he felt his heart sink.
"You know I don't like Him. He's fucking arrogant and thinks He is entitled to do whatever He wants," Robby said.
"You're just pissed at Him because He told other people that you sucked His cock," Alex said grinning.
"He did?" Robby asked. He wanted to ask how many people Trent had told, but before he could ask Alex interrupted.
"Yeah, where do you think I got the idea from?" Alex said rubbing Robby's muscular round ass through his speedos.
"Don't do that," Robby said, twisting his ass away from Alex’s hand.
"Right, not here in front of the other guys. Later, when I got you all to myself," Alex winked.
"Let's cut the bullshit," Robby said both angry and frustrated. "
You and your buddies aren't going to fuck me this weekend. I figured out what you were up to, why I got a room all to myself, why Trent is up here."
"You wanted me to fuck you last time, but we didn't have a place. Now we do. I thought you would appreciate the effort," Alex said as if he was doing Robby a favor.
"No, man, I didn't say that. You just tried. You never asked," Robby said.
"I thought you wanted it. You said that we couldn't do it because it would wake the other guys, not that I couldn't fuck you. Besides, you let Trent fuck you," Alex said, dismissively. Had Robby listened closely he would have noted a hint of jealousy.
"He didn’t fuck me. He tried. And I didn’t let Him. He forced himself on me. That asshole is bigger and stronger than me. He’s got three or four inches on me in height alone. He barely stuck it in before I made Him stop. Dude, I was drunk out of my fucking mind, and He tried to rape me. Don’t take up for Him. That's why I don't like Him," Robby replied, clearly angry and distressed.
"I heard He’s got a lot of inches on you,” Alex said trying to make a joke.
Robby frowned at the bad joke. It was bad enough that Alex was treating him like some random piece of ass he wanted to bang, but the joke about his smaller cock size just made things worse.
Alex knew that Trent hadn't really fucked Robby. Trent had told him that while they tried, nothing had actually happened. The fact that it almost happened was exactly why Alex wanted to fuck Robby. Even though Alex was secretly crushing on his buddy, it's not like they were ever going to date or something. So, if he could be the one to take Robby's cherry, he was fine with the other guys fucking him. They were all friends after all.
“That's not what Trent said. He said you were begging Him to fuck you but because you guys didn't have any lube that He was too big and you couldn't take it, so He stopped," Alex countered.
"That’s a fucking lie," Robby said.
"So, you could take Him? Or do you mean you did have lube with you?" Alex said taunting him.
In Alex's mind, he had no problem telling himself that Robby had wanted Trent to fuck him. His friend just didn’t want to admit it. Alex had convinced himself that Robby would turn into a moaning whore for him once he had Alex's cock buried deep in his ass, pounding him into oblivion. Maybe even beg Alex to fuck him like Trent said he did with Him. Alex’s cock was hard as a rock. It couldn’t happen soon enough.
"No, we didn't. The fucker was trying to fuck me with just spit," Robby said frustrated.
"Well, don't worry, I brought enough lube for everyone this time," Alex said grinning. "But knowing how big Trent and Mario are, I get to go first."
"No one is going first," Robby said, his voice cracking a little. Trent walked up.
"How's my sexy little fag boy. I've missed you and your sweet bubble butt. Tonight, you're finally going to see why all the girls beg Me to fuck them," Trent said rubbing Robby's ass as He tried to kiss him on the cheek. Robby turned his head while brushing Trent’s hand away.
"You're not fucking me, Trent. What part of 'I'm straight' can't You get through Your thick fucking skull?" Robby said pointedly.
"Straight?” Trent laughed. Robby glared at Him.
“Dude, you already sucked My cock. That makes you a fag in My book. You can stop pretending no one knows. Everyone knows you sucked My dick. I made sure of that. And, since you had My dick in your mouth, what's the problem with taking My cock up your pretty little pussy? I know how all of you fags dream of a big-dicked stud like Me between your legs. I’ll have you crawling the walls begging Me to never stop fucking you,” Trent bragged.
"That was a mistake," Robby said, blushing as he was forced to admit in front of Alex that he had sucked Trent's cock.
"Dude, you sucked Me off like a pro. And when I shot a load in your mouth, you swallowed it like a greedy little bitch. And My amigo here says you blew him too and eagerly swallowed his spunk too. That isn't a mistake. That's a sey little fag boy who loves taking cock," Trent said cruising Robby's body. Reaching out Trent grabbed Robby’s hand to move it to His swelling crotch. Robby pulled his hand away.
"I was fucked up, and you know it," Robby said, weakly.
“Whatever you have to tell yourself. I know you wanted it. You were going down on Me like a total cockhound. I couldn’t have stopped you if I wanted to. And I didn’t hear you complaining when I was licking your pussy or when I put your legs on My shoulders, but if it makes you feel better, we can get you drunk this time too, if you want," Trent said.
“Whatever it takes to let Me plow you, bro. You know how much I want to feel your boy cunt squeezing My cock while I fill your guts with My baby batter.”
"No," Robby said adamantly.
"Good, I'd prefer you to be sober too when you finally take all 10” of My cock up your hole. I wanna hear you scream as I stretch your hole out. It’s always fucking hot when you sluts beg Me to take it out because it’s too big. Don’t you worry, I won’t. I’ll open your pussy up real good and then fuck you until you’re begging for it harder and deeper ," Trent sneered lustfully.
"That's not what I meant," Robby said tears welling up in his eyes as he noticed Trent adjust His cock as it continued to swell in His swimsuit, leaving little to the imagination.
“See, you’re getting Me hard already just talking about finally getting to fuck your tight little ass,” Trent said. “I’d put money on the fact that you can take a rough fuck better than any chick. In fact, I'm counting on it,” He added.
"Come on, guys. We're friends. Don't do this to me," Robby pleaded, looking first at Alex then at Trent, then back at Alex.
"Dude, we were friends,” Trent said.
“But now that we know you’re a cocksucker with a beautiful bubble butt, you’re just a faggot fuck boy now. A fine-looking fuck boy for sure. One of the prettiest around, but still a fuck boy. And guys like us, we fuck fags like you, especially ones with a body and ass like yours."
Trent’s cock was fully hard now. The head of His cock was jutting out from the top of His swim trunks. Robby glanced down. There was precum leaking from the slit of His head.
"Alex, I'm going to pack. You need to take me home," Robby said, fighting back tears.
"Sorry. I can’t do that," Alex said calmly. Robby turned and looked at Alex in disbelief.
"You see," Trent said. "It's all worked out. You can be a good little faggot, give up your ass voluntarily, and we'll all have a lot of fun this weekend, especially you. Just think of all the cock you'll get in your mouth and boy cunt plus all the jizz you'll get to swallow. Once you relax and let it happen, you'll love it. I know you will."
"No, I wouldn’t. You’re not going to fuck me. He's not going to fuck me. No one is going to fuck me. You can’t make me if I don't want to," Robby said, as tears leaked from his eyes, down his cheek.
"Then," Trent said, reaching up and rubbing away Robby's tears in mock sympathy and talking to him like a child. "We'll just have to rape you. Personally, I would prefer that. I want you to fight back while I turn your tight little virgin hole into a cunt, but the other guys here just want you to agree to take their cocks like the good little fag you are."
Mario and Christian walked up at that moment, obviously unaware at how dark the conversation had turned.
"So, you excited?" Mario asked Robby.
"About what?' Robby asked, wiping his tears away.
"All the cock your pretty white ass and mouth can handle. Trent said you fantasized about having all of us guys run a train on you." Mario said while Christian nodded in agreement smiling.
"Guys, look, I know Trent told you that I was some fag or something but I'm not. I've never been fucked before," Robby said.
"Awesome dude, so I'll be your first big black beautiful cock?" Mario asked, nodding approvingly while totally missing what Robby was trying to say.
"No, I’m not cool with this. I don't want to do it," Robby said firmly. Mario looked confused, a little indignant.
"You got something against black dick?" Christian asked.
"No, I'm cool with you guys. I just don't want to get fucked . . . by anyone," Robby said. Mario turned to Trent.
"Dude, if he doesn't want it. He doesn't want it. But You promised us we'd get a piece of sexy white boy ass if we came up. So, what are You going to do about it? You got anything on back up?" Mario asked, clearly disappointed at not being able to nail his hot white friend. Robby felt a wave of relief come over him. Mario would get him out of this.
"You'll get your turn at Robby's ass. He's just nervous and embarrassed to be asking his buddies to pop his cherry. He wants this, I promise. It was his idea to invite all of us up here," Trent said ignoring the fact that Robby was standing right there.
Robby was so astounded at what Trent said that he couldn’t form the words to say something back. He just shook his head "No" as he looked quickly from Mario to Trent hoping Mario would understand and put an end to this.
"Look, bro. You'll get you some boy pussy even if I have to hold him down while you fuck him. I promise," Trent said laughing as if it was a joke. Mario laughed half-heartedly, not quite sure if it was just a joke.
"Ok, but make sure it’s ok with the boy. Either he’s down with it or it’s not happening," Mario said, grabbing Christian’s waist before turning to walk off. Robby watched in despair as Mario and Christian left, whispering to each other.
"Come on, Alex. It's time to explain to our new pussy boy how it's going to go down," Trent said angrily as He grabbed Robby hard by the back of his neck and pushed him towards the house.
Mario turned and watched hesitantly, not quite comfortable with what was happening but curious to see how it played out. He and Christian had talked about how hot it would be to tag team Robby this weekend. He was curious to see if Trent could talk Robby into it.
Trent pushed Robby through the sliding glass doors causing him to stumble and fall. Reaching down, He grabbed Robby by the hair and dragged him into the bedroom while Robby was crying and loudly bawling.
"No. Stop. You’re hurting me, Trent. Please."
"Wait here," Trent barked at Alex.
"Wait, dude. I was supposed to fuck him first," Alex protested.
"Shut up and make sure we're not interrupted. Let Me handle it My way, or no one is getting to fuck Robby this weekend," Trent said as He threw Robby onto the bed and slammed the door behind Him.
Damn it, Alex thought as he heard the door lock. He was disappointed he wouldn't be Robby's first. It didn't matter though. If he gave it up to Trent, Alex thought, Robby would give it up to him as well. After all, he was Robby's best friend. He would make sure that he was Robby's favorite. Alex listened carefully at the door.
"Please Trent, no. Please, don't do this to me," Robby sobbed, his voice straining. Trent said something back, but it was so quiet that Alex couldn't quite make it out. Alex leaned closer to the door.
"Ok, ok. I'm taking them off. Please don't do this. I'll suck Your cock again, I will. I’ll even swallow Your load just like last time. Just please, please don't fuck me," Robby said as he started sobbing out loud. Trent said something again, inaudible.
"No, please, no." It was Robby again.
Alex heard a loud slap and what he thought must have been Robby hitting the floor. This time he heard Trent clearly as He had raised His voice.
"Up on the fucking bed, face down, bitch. Spread those cheeks and show Me your pussy," Trent ordered.
"No, no," Robby cried.
Alex heard another slap. This one louder as Robby let out a loud wail. Alex felt bad for Robby, but he would make it up to him when Trent was through with him. He would show Robby that sex with a guy could be fun and didn't have to hurt.
"I said, face down," Trent roared. Alex could tell Trent was angry.
Alex knew that he should stop it, but he was too turned on as he jerked his dick thinking about Robby's impending rape. He had heard how rough Trent could be with His girls. He wished he could see it. Fuck, part of him even wished he was the one doing it. Alex was still convinced once Robby finally felt a Man's cock inside him that that he would love it and start moaning with pleasure instead of crying.
“Now spread ‘em,” Trent ordered.
“Please, no, please, Trent,” Robby cried.
“You’re going to fucking take My cock up your ass. Not just the head this time, all of it, until My balls are slapping your cunt. And you’re going to beg Me to fuck you, faggot,” Trent growled.
A loud throaty scream came from behind the door interrupted by loud sobs, followed soon by another loud scream, but not as loud.
"Fuck, you're tight. Beautifully tight," Trent said loudly.
“It hurts. Please. It hurts so bad. You're fucking tearing me open. Trent, stop.” Robby’s pleading was dropping off slowly as he gasped for air in between sobs.
"Stop whining you little bitch, I don't even have it all the way in yet," Trent said, as Robby yelled again as Trent forced more of His cock in the boy's unwilling hole. This played on until Alex placing his ear on the door could only hear the slap of flesh on flesh and Robby’s muted sobbing.
“See I knew you could take all 10" of Me,” he heard Trent say.
"Just relax and enjoy it, you fucking slut. Your pussy is feeling real good and soon you will be too. You're going to love getting fucked by Me. All the chicks do.”
One final “No” creeped out of Robby’s mouth before all Alex could hear were the sounds of a rough fucking and gentle crying. Mario came to the door looking concerned.
“I heard a scream. That didn’t sound too cool,” Mario said. Alex walked over and gently pulled Mario back outdoors.
“Give them some privacy. It’s all cool, I swear. It’s just that Trent has a horse dick. I listened at the door and heard them making out and Robby begging for Trent to fuck him. Trent told Robby that He didn't think he could handle such a big dick, but Robby begged Him to give it to him anyway. I think he didn’t realize how much it would hurt taking Trent’s cock, especially since this was his first time getting fucked. You know how it is,” Alex volunteered somewhat convincingly. Mario being well-endowed knew exactly what Alex was talking about.
“Outside, he said he didn’t want to get fucked, dude,” Mario said suspiciously, but getting horned up at the idea of Robby struggling to take Trent's big dick. He loved it when guys had the same problem taking his cock. But, after a little while, they were begging for it deeper and harder. So it wasn't that hard to believe what Alex was telling him.
“The problem, you see, is Robby is in love with Trent. It’s just that he told Trent he wasn't sure that he wanted to get fucked by the rest of us, but he wanted Trent to fuck him. After some sweet talking by Trent, Robby agreed he’d put out for all of us, like Trent wanted, as long as Trent promised to be the one to take his cherry and be the first one to fuck him every morning. I even heard him tell Trent not to use a condom. Trent didn't want to fuck him bareback at first, but Robby begged Trent to fuck him raw. Does that sound like a straight guy who doesn't want it.? Trust me, he’s cool with it," Alex said. Mario wasn't completely convinced but his now hard cock was making it easier to believe.
"Really, it's ok. He’ll do whatever Trent says as long as Trent keeps giving him cock. Right now, he’s blissfully moaning with pleasure from being fucked like a bitch by Trent. You’ll see,” Alex said.
“Sweet,” Mario said finally convinced. “They can play all the house they want. I just wanna fuck the guy.”
“Don’t worry. You will. We all will,” Alex said, smiling.
Encounters: “Son for Hung Dads”
Mike and Jeff had stayed late at the office searching Daddyhunt.com for cute bottom boys to share since both of their wives were out of town. It was something they had done often. The wilder the boy, the better.
“Dude, check this one out. Can’t believe you haven’t seen this one before," Mike said, expanding the profile picture but moving the boy's face off the screen. He turned the computer screen to Jeff as he read the ad out loud:
“Sexy boy for Alpha Daddy. Toned, smooth and looking for Daddy. If you’re hung, over 40, and love to fuck, I’m the boy for you. Married ok. If you’re big enough to toss me around in bed, then you’re the Man for me. On PrEP, bareback preferred. PnP friendly. Feel free to bring a friend. I’m fun for the whole family.”
“Hot little body. Kid sounds perfect," Jeff said, feeling his cock starting to grow. He loved his wife, but he loved a certain kind of rough sex that only cute bottom boys could provide.
"Are you ready for this?" Mike asked as he moved the picture to center it back on the screen showing the boy’s face. Jeff was speechless. It was his son. His cute seemingly innocent face over a profile promising an older Man's sexual fantasies come true.
“Already messaged him. He’s coming over tonight. Are you going to join us? I promised him two hung daddies to make his dreams come true.”
“That’s my son. I can’t do that to him. And frankly, I’m not real keen on the idea of you fucking my boy either,” Jeff said clearly rattled. Yet he couldn't take his eyes off the boy's picture, nor could he stop his cock from getting hard.
Studying Kyle's hot little body, Jeff had never noticed how sexy the boy was. It goes without saying he didn't know the kid was gay much less a bottom slut with a thing for older Men who like it on the rough side.
“Sure, you can. We can blindfold him, or you can wear a ski mask. Tell him you can't show your face because you're a local TV guy. He never has to know it’s you,” Mike said, unwilling to give up his find just because the boy is his best friend’s son.
Jeff couldn’t help himself. He clicked the second picture. It was Kyle on all fours, spreading his ass cheeks. For such a little whore who loves hung guys, his hole looked small and tight. He couldn't help but wonder how much the kid actually knew about sex with older Men and just how many times that beautiful little hole had been used.
"Come on, Jeff, you know if this wasn't your kid, he's just the type you like to fuck. Can't you just imagine your horse dick buried deep inside that tight little hole, the little whore moaning “Fuck me Daddy, harder!'"?
It was true. Any other time, Kyle was exactly the kind of boy that Jeff loved to fuck. Jeff wondered if somewhere deep inside he had harbored unconscious desires to fuck his own boy and that was why the boys they would pick up were a lot like Kyle. Blue eyes, naturally smooth, toned muscular but smaller body, loved big-dicked daddies and let them fuck him bareback. His son clearly checked all the boxes.
"I don’t know man," Jeff started. He couldn't believe he was even considering it.
"But nothing, buddy. Every kid we fuck is someone's son. At some point, they are young adults. They start to fuck, or as in your son's case get fucked, by Men just like you and me. If you don't fuck him, someone else will. He wants to get fucked. No matter what you do, your boy's still going to take a huge cock up the ass tonight, as rough and hard as some other Daddy is going to give it to him," Mike said.
Jeff frowned. It was true. Somewhere out there some dirty old fuck had been tearing up his son's tight little ass. Jeff wondered if he knew the guy that took his boy's cherry. Did Kyle just let any big-dicked Man fuck him or did he actually seek out guys who looked like and were built like his old Man? Was it really incest if he couldn’t knock the boy up? Would Kyle actually want him to fuck him? Jeff could feel himself giving in.
“Look, I’m not promising I’m going to fuck him. But I won’t deny it would be hot as hell to watch him get fucked. So, yeah count me in.”
Jeff was curious just how insatiable of a bottom his boy was, just how rough he liked it. He had to know what the boy was doing for other Men. How much of himself did his son let them take. Mike interrupted Jeff's thoughts.
“I'm going to guess that you probably will when you see what a free-spirited little cock whore he is. I wasn't going to tell you, but I've had him before. A couple of times. I bet he doesn’t even bat an eye when you tell him that it’s you. He just loves daddy cock that much. And Jeff, he's told me more than once that he used to spy on you jerking off and that ever since that first time he has a fantasy of you fucking him.”
Brothers: “Only Girl”
When Ryan came out of the closet on his eighteenth birthday, his parents and brothers were all supportive when he told them. At first, he was relieved. He would finally get to live as a normal gay guy. He could start dating, meet a nice guy, bring him home to his parents, maybe even start a family at some point. In short, he wanted what other people have. But that wasn’t to be the case.
Unfortunately, despite his family not giving him shit about being gay, they were still very much traditional. Men were men, women were women. There wasn’t any middle ground. So being gay, in the eyes of his father and brothers, he fell on the side with the women. Being the only "girl" in a family full of Men wasn't always the best thing, especially when you're pretty with a perky ass.
As his brothers understood it, they naturally assumed that Ryan was game for any Man who wanted him. After all, in their mind, the only thing gay guys lived for was sucking cock and getting fucked. Despite being their little brother, they didn't really equate it with incest. After all, they couldn't knock the boy up. In a sense, they thought they were being supportive of Ryan's new "gay" lifestyle.
“Hey, Ryan,” his brother George said to the boy as he was leaving the room.
"Yeah?" he asked, turning his head slightly. He was trying to get dressed and get out of there before there was round two.
“Thanks, baby. You're the best. If I don't get lucky with Cherie tonight, make sure and check back in. I may want you to come keep my bed warm,” George said with a grin.
“Yeah, sure thing,” Ryan said, trying to hide his frown. Ryan hated Friday nights. One of his brothers was married, so at least he had moved out. He only had to service him when his wife was out of town or "had a headache."
But the other three were still living at home enjoying the single life. Being young and horny, they wanted Ryan to get them off before they went out. You know how it goes, get rid of the blue balls so they could be on top of their game with the ladies.
The only exception was his brother Lance. He wasn’t going out, but that didn’t mean Ryan got a break. He was studying for his law school exams and needed the extra stress relief of pounding Ryan’s sweet tight ass so he could get back to studying. Sometimes, it took two or three times before Lance could relax enough. Tonight looked like it might be one of those nights.
Looking at the clock, it was already 6:30 p.m. Depending on how long Lance took to "relax," he might be able to make it to the club. Might. Ryan couldn't help but think maybe he should have stayed in the closet. Luckily, he didn't have time to dwell too much on his former life.
There were still two more brothers to go.

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Seduced: "Future Son-in-law"
Patrick and Beth were engaged to get married in a month, but something wasn’t right. Patrick had always had a healthy sex drive. It was one of the things she loved about him, but he hadn't touched her in a couple of weeks. She figured that he had to be getting it from somewhere, so she mentioned it to her Father. He told her that He would talk to the boy and see if her fears were justified.
Beth's father and Patrick didn't hit it off at first. He saw Patrick as another pretty boy from a rich family who was skating through life on his good looks without putting in the work. Still, Hank had tried to get to know Patrick for the sake of His little girl.
Patrick’s cocky entitled attitude pissed off Hank from the go. Until one day, sick of his bullshit, Hank blew up on him, aggressively dressing him down for his entitled attitude. Patrick immediately apologized. The boy had been a model kid around Him ever since. He had even taken to calling Hank “Sir.”
Hank was pleased with the change and thought that Patrick just needed to know who was in charge. It could have even been that maybe the boy just needed a strong Man to guide him. Since Patrick was going to be part of the family, Hank took it upon Himself to be that positive role model.
Patrick and Hank started hanging out together even when Beth wasn’t around. Even when they both came to the house, Patrick immediately gravitated towards Hank, like a loyal pet. The boy was quick to get Hank a beer, help out without being asked, and take rides with Hank when He had errands to run. Patrick seemed pretty good at anticipating Hank's needs. The two had grown close over the months before the wedding. Beth was happy, until now.
Hank pulled Patrick aside to talk to the boy for his daughter's as well as their growing bond. After a heart to heart, Hank didn’t get the impression there was another girl. He decided to continue to investigate anyway. Hank decided to take the boy out, get him loosened up with a couple of drinks and see how he reacted around pretty girls. He knew just the spot.
The guys went to the Thirsty Tiger, a bar not far from campus. There were lots of sorority girls there, and more than a few of them were sluts. Hank used to hang there in His college days. Plenty of pussy for the taking. It would be a good test ground.
As the night went on Patrick seemed only to focus on conversation with Hank. A few girls had come up and flirted with them, but Patrick didn't react when any of the girls hit on him, not even some lighthearted flirting. Hank found it strange because He himself was tempted to take a few of them home even though they were half His age. Regardless, Patrick was either playing it really cool, or he was happy with Beth.
As the night wore on, Hank was about to throw in the towel when a guy walked in. He was a muscle boy just like Patrick, maybe a little bigger, definitely taller. Hank noticed Patrick seemed to focus on him almost immediately.
"You know him?" Hank asked, curious about Patrick's sudden change in demeanor.
"Kind of. That’s David. He is in one of my classes. A real dick. We had a group project and he just kind of took over, made me come to his place to do the work, and bossed me around the whole time. He even wanted me to do his laundry while I was there," Patrick said with a sigh as he took a big sip of his beer.
"What did you do?" Hank asked since that was a curious thing to ask someone to do that you didn’t know that well.
"I did it,” Patrick said as he frowned then took another sip of his beer.
“Dude, grow some balls. What clothes did you put on for him?” Hank asked, genuinely curious.
“That’s the fucked up thing. He had me go get his gym bag and get his clothes out of there,” Patrick said shaking his head in disbelief that he had actually done it.
“Like what?” Hank asked.
“I don’t know. Some gym shorts, tank tops, socks, a couple of dirty jocks, you know, workout clothes, stuff like that,” Patrick said, as if it was the most normal thing in the world.
“So basically, you handled his jockstrap that he had his sweaty junk in?” Hank asked in disbelief.
“Yeah. And they were fucking ripe. I mean sweat, piss droplets in his jock. I think he even used it for a cum rag because it looked like dried cum on it,” Patrick said, not realizing how strange it sounded particularly when two straight men were talking about another guy’s clothes. What was more curious to Hank was that Patrick had taken the time to inspect them.
“Let me get this straight. You fucking handled another Man’s cum and piss stained clothes?” Hank asked again. He was having a hard time wrapping His head around it.
“Well, I wasn’t going to do it at first. I mean, I went and got his gym bag for him, like he asked, but I wasn’t going to put them in the washer,” the boy said, defensively.
“But?” Hank asked.
“Well, like I said. He is a dick. He grabbed one of the dirty jocks, wrestled me to the ground and held it in my face until I said I'd do whatever he wanted,” Patrick said, looking down.
What Patrick didn't tell Hank was that he gotten hard when David was on top of him. After a few moments, the boy glanced up at Hank. Hank's expression kind of said it all.
“I know, I know. I’m a pussy. I just don’t like to fight if I don’t have to. It's not in my nature.”
“Incredible,” Hank said. This was the strangest conversation He'd ever had with another guy.
“And, do you know that asshole made me wait for them to come out of the dryer and fold them too before I went home,” Patrick said, trying to act outraged.
“Let me guess. You did it,” Hank said disappointed in the kid.
“Yeah. I guess I did. I mean he told me to,” Patrick said, clearly disappointed in himself.
During the bizarre conversation, Hank couldn’t help but notice that Patrick couldn't take his eyes off David. Hank would almost swear that he caught Patrick checking out David's package. That was when it slowly dawned on Hank what might be going on.
Patrick was naturally submissive and responded innately to Dominant people. That certainly explained his daughter. Patrick obviously has a subconscious need to be dominated, to be made to serve. Maybe he even had a thing for Men, Dominant Men. He probably didn’t even realize it, Hank thought. Now Hank began to wonder when Patrick told David that he would do anything he wanted, what else did David make Patrick do.
Back in the day, before Hank married, He had fucked a few guys. There was always one or two that everyone knew you could fuck on the down low if you were having a run of bad luck with the girls. But despite the fact that they were great fucks, they really weren't the kind of people you wanted to be seen with, at least not back then. They weren't sexy muscle boys like Patrick who could pass for straight.
After Hank married the first time, there wasn’t really a reason to hook up with guys anymore. But being recently divorced, He realized that He was free to do whatever He wanted. Seeing Patrick sitting there with his fit muscular body, trim waist and handsome face, the old memories came back.
As Patrick droned on about something, Hank was imagining what it would be like to fuck the boy. Hank figured with the boy being so submissive, he would do anything Hank wanted, anything to please Him. Hank's thoughts were interrupted when David made his way around the room, eventually stopping by their table.
“Hey faggot,” he said to Patrick. “Wanna sniff my jock? It's extra ripe but I kept it on just in case you were out here tonight. Don't think I didn't notice how much you love it.”
Hank looked over at Patrick. He was obviously angry and embarrassed but unable to take up for himself. Since Patrick wouldn’t say anything, Hank did. Standing up, He towered over David by two or three inches.
“What the fuck did you just say to my son-in-law?”
“Calm down, old guy,” David said.
Hank had an overwhelming desire to smack the shit out of the cocky bastard and David could tell instantly this wasn't something he wanted to get tangled in.
“Didn’t realize you got yourself an older boyfriend, Patrick. I'll leave you two love birds alone,” David said mockingly as he turned and headed back to a group of guys at the bar.
Hank sat down brusquely, worked up over the confrontation with Patrick's bully. Patrick’s focus instantly transferred to Hank. The boy had a look of awe, almost worship on his face.
Hank knew that look. It was the same look a four year old gets when he sees his first ice cream cone, that a teenage girl gets when she hangs up a poster of her favorite boy band member. It was the look that submissive guys get in the presence of truly dominant Men.
It was becoming clear to Hank that while Patrick was a good guy, he wasn’t right for His little girl. At some point, another "David" would enter Patrick’s life, and the entire marriage would end in a tragic train wreck. His little girl would be crying on his shoulder while Patrick's legs would be on some other guy's shoulders.
Hank knew there was one way to end the marriage and, because Patrick's submissiveness had made His cock hard, a way for Him to get something out of it as well.
“Let’s go,” Hank said, throwing some cash down. Patrick obediently followed Hank like a puppy.
“You’re staying over at My place tonight,” Hank ordered. “I’ll text Beth and let her know you’ve had too much to drink.”
“But I haven’t,” Patrick said confused. Hank looked at him sternly. Patrick studied Hank’s face for a minute.
“Yes, Sir." Hank felt His cock twitch at the words. By the time that Hank and Patrick got back to His place, Hank started having second thoughts.
“You’ll sleep on the couch.” He told the boy. Patrick took off his jacket and threw it on a chair, kicked off his shoes and took off his socks before plopping down on the couch.
“What are you doing?” Hank asked, slightly annoyed. “You’ve been in those clothes all day. Don't fuck up My couch. Take them off.”
Patrick lifted his head, ““But what will I wear?”
“Why do you need to wear anything? Take them off,” Hank said forcefully.
Hank knew it wasn't a good idea to tell the boy to take his clothes off, but part of him wanted to at least see what He was passing up.
“Can I at least get a blanket?” Patrick asked. Hank walked into His bedroom and came back with a cotton sheet.
“Here,” He said throwing it towards the boy.
Patrick started to undress. First the shirt, then the pants. Naturally, the kid was wearing tighty whities. The boy had a muscular toned body, smooth. In nothing but his drawers, he was looking sexy as hell. Too sexy. Surprisingly, Patrick slipped off his underwear too. If the boy had any shame at being naked in front of Hank, he didn’t show it.
As the boy bent over to tuck the sheet in, Hank couldn’t help but notice how beautiful the boy’s ass was. Patrick’s face may have been that of a young man with his boyish looks and close-cut hair, but from the back, his trim waist and fleshy but muscular ass actually looked slightly feminine. He had the type of ass that was begging to be fucked hard and long. Hank guessed David noticed that too and had probably already fucked Patrick. If David could do it, why shouldn't He get His too? Any doubts Hank had about fucking the kid passed.
“Patrick,” Hank said. Patrick turned around.
“Come take My shirt off.” Patrick looked at Hank curiously.
"Why?" the boy asked.
“Just do it,” Hank said firmly.
Patrick walked over. He was keenly aware of how much bigger Hank was than him. Patrick reached down and pulled Hank’s t-shirt off over his head. Patrick took a moment to admire the handsome older Man standing before him.
Hank was tall, muscular but with some body fat as befitted a Man of His age. His chest was moderately hairy and tapered down into a treasure trail ending at the waist of His jeans. Patrick noticed that Hank’s body was tanned from being out in the sun, punctuated by numerous tattoos. Hank watched as the boy studied Him. The contrast between the naked boy and the partially clothed Man was stark. Patrick looked up at Hank.
“Now my jeans.”
This time Patrick didn't ask why, he just silently obeyed. The boy unbuttoned Hank's jeans and putting his hands inside the hips slipped the jeans down Hank’s legs. Patrick couldn’t help but feel the thick hair covering Hank's thighs, again so unlike his own light covering of down. It was jet black and contrasted with the golden color of Hank’s skin.
“The rest,” Hank said. Patrick inserted his hands under the waistband of Hank’s boxer briefs and slipped them down as well. This time the boy allowed his hands to linger on the older Man's body. Hank casually stepped out of his underwear, His cock close to Patrick's face. Patrick hesitated in that position for a couple of seconds, almost like he was waiting on a command, before finally standing back up.
Patrick looked down at his soon to be father-in-law’s cock. It was thick, not fully hard, but large, and hung down between His legs. Another contrast to his own smaller dick. It was a classic scene of a Man and a boy. By now, it had become increasingly clear to Patrick what was happening. Hank studied Patrick for any sense of reluctance or resistance. There was none.
Hank reached out and putting His hand behind the boy’s head pulled Patrick in and kissed him. Feeling the warmth of Hank’s body against his, Patrick instinctively put his arms around Hank’s neck as he opened his mouth to allow Hank’s tongue inside.
Hank’s hands went to Patrick’s lower back and muscular ass cheeks, squeezing and kneading them. Hank didn’t ask Patrick’s permission. He knew that He didn’t need to. Just like with David, He knew Patrick would put up no resistance. The boy was His to do with as He pleased.
Patrick’s hand reached out instinctively for Hank’s cock and slowly stroked it as it got hard in his hand. Patrick felt it grow in length and thickness. It was much bigger than his own. The boy guessed it was 8 or 9" maybe, but it didn’t matter. It was Hank’s.
“Patrick, let Me ask you something,” Hank said leaning back to study the boy's face.
“That night, at David's house, he fucked you. Didn't he?”
Patrick studied Hank’s face for a moment. Hank could tell Patrick was struggling with a response.
“Yes. How did you know?’ the boy asked quietly.
“Don't worry about it,” Hank said, smiling.
His daughter was right. Patrick might not have been having sex with other chicks, but he was having sex, even if he was the one being fucked.
In a way, Hank was relieved. While taking a boy's cherry is always sweet, He was glad that He wasn't exploiting the boy's natural submissiveness to make him do something he might not have done otherwise.
“Did you want him to?” Hank pushed the issue.
“No. I promise. He forced me to do it. I know it was wrong to do that to Beth, Sir, but . . . " the boy hesitated.
"To be honest, I guess "forced" might not be the right word. I didn't want to do it. At first, I tried to push him off, but he pinned me face down on the couch. He told me not to fight him or I would be sorry. So, I stopped fighting him. It wouldn't have mattered if I had told him "No." He was going to do it anyway,” Patrick said, resting his head against Hank's chest as he held Hank tight. Hank felt a single tear fall on his chest.
Hank couldn't help but feel sorry for the boy. He had seen this happen before with submissive girls and boys. They were easily victimized because they seemed to believe they didn’t have the right to say "No." Hank wrapped his arms around the boy, giving him a hug.
“I mean, what was I supposed to do, Sir?” Patrick asked, as he studied Hank's face for some form of judgment.
Hank looked down. Patrick was hard, his smaller dick pushing up against Hank’s body. That told Hank everything He needed to know. He might not have wanted it, but he needed it, needed to be dominated, controlled, made to serve.
"Nothing," Hank said. "You couldn't do anything about it. If you had fought him, he would have just hurt you." Hank knew this was not the moment to convince the boy he had the right to say no to a Man.
Hank thought about pushing Patrick to his knees, encouraging the boy to take His cock into his mouth, but He knew Patrick would struggle to take Him into his mouth. Hank wanted to hear him moan, not gag. He wanted to feel the boy's muscular body under His. He wanted to feel the boy's hole wrapped around His cock.
Hank pushed Patrick down on the couch and spread his legs. Patrick didn’t resist, holding them open to how Hank had moved them.
“I’m going to fuck you, Patrick,” Hank said. He didn't ask the boy's permission. He just announced that He was going to do it, just like David had. He knew the boy wouldn't tell Him no, just like he hadn't told David "No."
Patrick had a starry-eyed look as he shook his head before quietly saying, “Yes, Sir.” Hank began to wonder if David was Patrick's first.
As submissive as Patrick was around dominant Men, Hank began to think someone, somewhere along the way of Patrick growing up, maybe even more than one, must have fucked him in the past. Surely, no straight guy that hadn't been taken advantage of was this submissive.
Hank reached over opening a drawer and grabbed a bottle of lube and a condom. Squeezing the lube into the palm of his hand, Hank rubbed some on His cock before slipping on the condom. Squeezing more into His palm, He generously applied it to His covered cock and Patrick’s hole, inserting first one, then a second finger as Patrick moaned.
Hank could tell that the boy had been fucked before. He was also pretty sure David wasn't his first. Either that or David had fucked him more than a couple of times. Either way, the boy was still tight, tight enough for a Man hung like Hank at least.
“Are you ready, son?” Hank asked. Patrick shook his head “yes.”
Hank smiled affectionately at the boy. Somehow, He knew that Patrick would be ok with whatever Hank wanted from him. He was definitely a pussy boy at heart, he couldn't help it, but what a hot little fucking pussy boy.
Hank pushed the head of His cock against the boy’s asshole. At first it was just a pressure that Patrick felt until suddenly something gave way and Hank’s cock plunged forward pushing through his anal sphincter. Patrick's body tensed as he clenched his teeth in pain, punctuated by a muffled groan. Hank held His cock still to allow the boy to get used to the girth of His cock. Hank knew that He wasn't small, but the boy was taking it like a champ.
"You, ok?” Hank asked. Patrick shook his head “yes.”
"Ready for me to keep going?" Hank asked not sure that if the boy told Him no that He wouldn't do it anyway. The boy's ass and body were just too hot not to fuck him. Patrick said, "I'm ok."
Hank pushed further into the boy, rocking back and forth gently but firmly, until He felt a second band of resistance. Looking down, Hank could tell He was only two-thirds of the way in. But the part that was in the boy was driving Hank wild with pleasure. Whatever David had done, he hadn't loosened the boy up that much. He was still tight as a drum.
“This is going to hurt a little,” Hank said as He braced himself and forcefully pushed His cock forward. This time, Patrick’s eyes squeezed tight and his whole body tensed reflexively as Hank’s cock popped through the boy's second ring.
“Fuck, that hurts,” Patrick said. Hank smiled at him.
"I know it hurts, baby boy, but it will get better. I want you to take all of Me, can you do that for Me?" He asked.
"Yes, Sir. I can do that," the boy said fighting the pain as he pulled his ass cheeks open wider to make it easier for Hank to get all the way in him. Hank couldn't help but wonder at the boy. He not only couldn't say "No," he seemed to want to do whatever he had to please Hank.
Hank was loving the feeling of Patrick's warm moist insides, as the head of His cock swelled with blood again now that it was passed all the constricting muscles. Maybe it had just been too long, but Hank didn’t remember any pussy feeling this good around His cock. Or could it be that Hank had just wanted Patrick that badly?
Hank held still again until He could tell the boy was starting to relax both by the look on his face and the feel of his asshole around Hank's cock. Pulling back, Hank looked down wanting to watch His cock slide all the way in and out of the beautiful boy's newly cunted hole.
That was when Hank noticed that the condom had broken somewhere along the way and had slid down to the base of His cock. No wonder the boy’s insides felt so good. He was fucking the boy raw. Hank stopped fucking Patrick.
“What’s wrong?” Patrick asked.
Hank couldn’t decide if He should do the right thing and put another condom on or just continue fucking the boy bareback. He wouldn't know the difference. Ultimately, He decided to see what Patrick said.
“The condom broke,” Hank offered.
“I was wondering,” Patrick said innocently.
Reaching down, Patrick slipped what was left of the condom off Hank's cock. Hank took that to mean the boy wanted him to put another condom on.
As He reached for another condom, Patrick grabbed Hank's cock and steered it back to his hole. Putting his hands on Hank’s hips, Patrick pulled the older Man into him. Hank smiled at the boy as He allowed himself to slip back in, basking in the feeling of the boy’s warm moist insides on the bare skin of His cock.
“You sure?” Hank asked, as He gently rocked his cock back and forth in the boy.
“It’s ok. David never used one either,” Patrick said.
Lifting his head, Patrick kissed Hank. Just the way Patrick said it, Hank realized David definitely fucked the handsome boy more than once. Sensing some hesitation on Hank's part, Patrick offered, “It’s ok. Don't stop.”
“Did you let David cum inside you?” Hank asked curiously as He started slowly thrusting in and out of the boy. Patrick's look turned from euphoric to concerned.
"Please don't be mad at me, Sir," Patrick said meekly.
Hank couldn't believe the kid thought He would be mad about it. Despite the fact that Patrick didn't tell him no, David clearly took advantage of the boy's submissive nature when he forced Patrick to have sex. Besides, Hank had no prior claim on the boy, at least not then.
"I didn't tell him he could. He just did it. I didn't want him to. Honestly, Sir."
"It's ok," Hank said. "I understand." The boy looked happy again.
Hank did understand. He knew Patrick wasn't capable of telling a Man "No." Despite the fact that the boy had cheated on His daughter, Patrick's submission, his inability to say no even to a Man he didn't like, was sexy as fuck.
“How long has David been making you come over so he could fuck you?” Hank said, guessing this had been going on a while. Patrick sighed. He wondered when Hank would figure it out. In a way, the boy was relieved to have someone to talk about it to.
“About a couple of weeks now,” Patrick said, his body gently shifting forward and back and forth as Hank’s strokes got harder and more purposeful. Patrick was now moaning louder. Hank could tell that His precum leaking into the muscled boy beneath him was loosening him up, making it easier to fuck the boy roughly. Suddenly, the idea of breeding the hot boy was paramount in His thoughts. If David could do it, He could to.
“You can’t let him fuck you anymore,” Hank finally said, leaning down and biting the boy’s nipples gently as He thrust even harder into the boy. Patrick gasped.
“I won't, Sir,” he said completely in subspace from getting fucked by the older Man.
“Because you belong to Me now,” Hank said, not believing the words that just came out of His mouth.
“I know, Sir.” Patrick’s total submission eased any remnants of guilt Hank had for seducing and fucking His future son-in-law.
Grasping Patrick by the throat Hank started slamming into the boy as hard as He could while Patrick moaned and furiously jerked himself. He was ready to breed the boy and claim him as His own. Hank's body started to shudder as He felt the cum rising up from His nuts.
"I'm coming, son," Hank said as He shoved his cock as deep into Patrick as the boy's hole would allow. An incredible wave of pleasure washed over Hank as He started spewing His load deep in him, coating the insides of the moaning boy beneath him. Hank had never experienced an orgasm so intensely as He did fucking His future son-in-law that night.
At the same time that Patrick felt Hank cumming inside him, the boy started shooting his own load all over his chest and abs, his face a mixture of intense pleasure and release.
Finally, Patrick let go of his dick and gazed on Hank’s face while the older Man slowly rocked His cock back and forth in the boy, milking every last bit of cum into his body. Hank noticed that Patrick had a look of adulation on his face. Spent, Hank collapsed on top of the boy, trying to catch His breath.
Rubbing His cheek against Patrick’s, Hank said, “This wasn’t supposed to happen.” Patrick kissed Hank’s ear and then His lips, “Yes, it was.” Hank pulled back to look at the boy’s face.
“You saved me from David. I didn't like it when he fucked me,” Patrick said rubbing his hands down Hank’s muscular back, hugging Him tight.
"And you like it when I fuck you?" Hank asked. He needed that affirmation that He was right to do this to the boy that He hadn't been just as big a dick as David.
“Of course. I loved it, Sir. I wanted You to cum inside me,” Patrick said as he kissed Hank on the lips. He whispered into Hank's ears, "You should have been my first." Fuck, thought Hank, the boy was stealing His heart.
For the next two days, the two didn’t leave the house. Hank constantly fucked Patrick until His cock was raw. Patrick on the other hand never seemed to get enough of Hank. He must have bred the boy at least 10 times if not more. They had lost count.
Hank understood what His daughter saw in the boy. Handsome, beautiful body, sensitive, giving, and the boy loved sex. He could take a pounding better than any of Hank's ex-wives. It was like he couldn't get enough of the older Man's huge cock pounding his ass. Hank certainly couldn't get enough of Patrick's hole.
As they lay in the bed taking a break, Hank held Patrick while He thought about all that had happened. He knew at some point He'd have to talk to His daughter. He felt bad, not for what He did to Patrick, but to His daughter. But He also knew if it hadn't been Him another Man would have claimed the boy as his own. Hank couldn't allow that.
Patrick was His boy now. There was no way Hank could stop fucking him, not even for her. No matter how much it upset her, she'd just have to find someone else.
Roommates: “Maybe”
Maybe Brent didn't want it that first time when his buddies came in, drunk and horny, from a night out.
Maybe there were three of them, all jocks, all bigger, more muscular than him, virile, aggressive, and used to getting whatever they wanted.
Maybe they knew him better than he knew himself, knew that deep down he didn’t think of himself as a Man, not like they were.
Maybe he fought them with all his might.
Maybe he begged them not to do it, telling them that he was straight like them and that he didn’t want to get fucked.
Maybe they held him down, forced his legs open, each one taking their turn fucking him in his formerly virgin hole, as he wept from the pain and humiliation, until they had each shot their loads deep in his “pussy” as they called it.
Maybe they showed no remorse when they forced Brent to take their cum and slime-covered cocks in his mouth, demanding that he clean them off, all the while telling him what a fag he was, telling him how he secretly loved it, telling him that he deserved it because that’s all faggot are good for.
Maybe it took a couple of days before Brett could face them, no matter how much he tried to pretend that it never happened.
Maybe he knew that because they got away with it the first time, they would probably do it again, and there was nothing he could do about it.
Maybe he didn’t feel like a Man anymore, but he didn’t want to be a fag, a piece of ass for his former jock friends to use for their pleasure.
Maybe, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t help but feel that there was an emptiness in his guts that desperately needed to be filled by the cocks of his former friends.
Maybe he thought that he had no choice anymore because the multiple loads of jock cum shot deep in his guts were like a drug, and now he was addicted, craving it like a junkie craves a fix.
Maybe this time he knew that they would be coming home drunk and horny again, just like that first night.
Maybe this time he was laying at the door, in nothing but a jockstrap, face down ass up, the same way they had fucked him that first night, patiently waiting for them to come through the door.
Maybe this time, no matter how much he hated himself for it, he wanted them to do it again.
Coach: “Another Physical”
"Come on, Coach. You can't be serious. I just had a physical last month. As I recall, you got a little handsy," Angelo said, pulling off his sleeveless hoodie.
"It's state board mandated, COVID and all. If you want to play, you know the rules," Coach said ignoring that last remark.
Maybe the kid didn’t need another physical, Coach thought to himself, but He wasn't going to give the arrogant little prick the satisfaction of admitting it.
"Drop your drawers. I have to do a prostate exam as well," Coach said not looking up from His clip board as He made some notes.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Angelo said.
"Watch your mouth, son. If you want to play, you strip and assume the position," Coach said sharply.
"You must be some kinda fag wanting to get all up in my butthole," Angelo said dropping his gym shorts.
"Boy, if I got all up in your butthole, you'd be the fag," Coach said. Angelo was standing there in his Calvin Kleins and socks.
"Lose the drawers and the socks too," Coach said, enjoying humiliating the boy.
"Aww come on. The socks too? You’re just getting freaky," Angelo whined.
"I can get whatever I want. Now, off," Coach said.
Angelo removed his socks and then reluctantly slipped out of his briefs. Coach looked up and had to choke back a laugh.
"Um, son, when are you going to go through puberty?" Coach asked. He knew it was cruel, but it was true. The poor kid had the endowment of a light switch.
"What?" Angelo said, blushing. He knew despite his good looks and smoking hot body, his dick didn't live up to the rest of the package.
"Are you sure you're not a fag? I mean, come on, you don't think you can actually please a girl with that?" Coach asked deliberately trying to undermine the boy's confidence.
"Have you even actually fucked a girl yet?" Coach asked, smirking.
"Dude, I get pussy all the time. I'm a fucking chick magnet," Angelo lied. He had never had sex with anyone, just himself.
"Yeah, I doubt that. Ok, turn around," Coach said grabbing the boy by the waist and positioning him.
"Now, bend over the desk," Coach said. Coach couldn't help but admire the boy's cute, puckered asshole, surrounded by the muscular bubble butt. The boy was clearly no fag, not yet.
"Ok, this might hurt a bit," Coach said, "but stand still."
Coach put some KY down the length of His index finger and inserted it into the boy's super tight hole. Angelo jumped and even let out a little yelp as Coach moved it back and forth.
"Fuck," Angelo said.
"Mouth boy," Coach said. "Stay still or it will take longer, I need to check your prostate." Angelo stopped squirming as Coach continued to move His finger in and around the boy's rectum.
"Hmm, do you even have one of those either? It must be tiny like your dick," Coach said enjoying humiliating the cocky kid further. While Coach had found the boy's prostate, He slipped another finger in Angelo's asshole to have a little fun at the boy's expense.
"Let me just try a little further," Coach said, putting one hand on the boy's shoulder for leverage then pushing both fingers in deeper and harder. Angelo gritted his teeth as he tried to endure the humiliation of the exam.
"Aren't you done yet?" Angelo said trying to will the pain and embarrassment to end.
As Coach continued working His fingers back and forth and around, he felt the boy's hole start to relax. He knew that feeling. He usually recognized it around His hard cock not His finger. It was almost like the kid’s ass was made to take cock.
Coach couldn't get the idea of what it would be like to fuck the sexy young jock out of His mind. He knew it was wrong, but Coach couldn't help Himself. Pulling His hard cock out of His gym shorts, Coach rubbed the rest of the KY on His cock.
"Let me try something different," Coach said rubbing the head of His cock on the boy's asshole. Pushing gently, He slipped the mushroom-shaped head of His cock in the now loosened hole.
"Ow, fuck, what the hell are you shoving up my ass," Angelo asked, as he jumped a little. Angelo couldn't help but think that it actually didn't hurt as bad as something being shoved up his ass should feel, but Angelo had to at least act like it hurt like hell. It was a matter of pride.
"Hold still. You'll feel a little pressure," Coach said, as He slowly rocked back and forth, inching more and more of His thick cock into the boy. It was amazing how the boy’s virgin hole opened up for Him. After a couple of inches were in the boy's cherry hole, it finally dawned on Angelo what was happening.
"Wait, what the fuck is that back there," Angelo said pissed off.
Reaching around, Angelo felt the shaft of Coach's cock in his asshole.
"You fucking pervert," Angelo said, almost yelling as he tried to pull away from Coach’s cock.
Coach knew that He was fucked if the kid decided to tell someone, there was no reason to stop now. Coach slammed Angelo down on the desktop and, grabbing the boy's hips firmly, shoved His cock all the way in.
"Fuck!!” Angelo yelled out in pain. “Stop, you bastard. You’re fucking killing me,"
"Calm down, you arrogant little prick. It will be over soon," Coach said trying to hold the boy in position to enjoy pounding the ass of His star player.
Coach reached around trying to turn the boy on by jerking him off, knowing it would not only help with the pain but also might even make the kid get some pleasure from being fucked. Apparently, that wasn’t necessary.
"If you hate it so much, tell me why your pathetic little cock is rock hard, boy? A real Man doesn't get hard getting fucked up the ass," Coach taunted him.
Angelo reached down and felt his tiny dick and then felt Coach's much thicker bigger rod battering his asshole. It was true. He started to choke up. His dick was standing straight out and barely noticeable while the older Man with the huge cock was fucking him just like a chick. Angelo swallowed hard trying to hold back his tears from the humiliation of it all.
"Mmm," said Coach, lost in the boy’s warm moist hole. "Boy, your ass is a fine piece of pussy. The best piece of boy pussy I’ve ever had."
The words stung Angelo, but he said nothing. After a few more minutes and a few deep long thrusts causing Angelo to gasp out loud, the older Man yelled out shooting His hot load deep in the boy. Angelo felt it as Coach's cock spasmed inside him, spurting several loads deep in his guts.
“Hold still,” Coach said, as He rocked back and forth, milking the last drops of cum into the sexy jock’s hole. Angelo obediently remained there as he felt some of Coach’s cum trickle down the inside of his thigh.
Once Coach was finished, Angelo pulled himself off Coach's cock. Looking down, he saw that he had cum, his own load dripping down the front of the desk and on to the floor. He hadn't even realized it had happened.
"Don't be embarrassed, son. A lot of boys get really turned on when they get fucked the first time," Coach said, his tone noticeably calmer and kinder.
"Really?" Angelo asked, seeking some sort of affirmation it was ok that Coach had made him cum while being fucked. Coach nodded. Angelo slipped his jock and shorts back on before turning back to Coach. Coach wasn't sure if the kid was just in shock or what, but he seemed to be taking it remarkably well.
"Look, I'm not mad or anything. I should be, but I'm not. It actually felt kind of good after a while, you know. It's just that you kind of caught me by surprise," Angelo said, not quite sure what to say. Coach nodded.
“I’m glad. Sex between men can be just as beautiful as sex with women,” Coach said, throwing platitudes out there in the hopes the boy wouldn’t report what happened to anyone.
“You won't tell anyone about my dick or that you, uh. . .you know, kinda fucked me, will you, Coach?” Coach smiled, relieved the boy didn’t seem to have any plans to tell anyone what had happened.
"No, son, I won't. That was just between you and Me," Coach said almost feeling a little sorry for the humbled stud. Angelo stood there. Coach was sure he wanted to say something else.
“Come here, son,” Coach said, embracing the boy as he broke down in tears.
“Why did God give me such a small dick, Coach?” the boy said crying.
Coach was shocked that the boy was more ashamed that someone else now knew about the size of his dick than the fact that his Coach had just fucked him up the ass. Angelo could hide the fact that Coach had fucked him, but he knew eventually some of the other guys would find out about his tiny dick.
“Son, we’re just all made different. You just weren’t made to be a lady’s man,” Coach said, trying to say something.
“It's not fair, Coach. Why can’t I have one that’s fucking huge like yours,” he said, finally pulling back from Coach and wiping the tears off his cheeks.
“You did just have one. And boys like you can have huge cocks as much as you want,” Coach said, feeling His cock thicken a little at the idea of fucking the boy again.
Angelo just shook his head, not really sure what to do or say.
"Let's be honest. The sooner you accept the truth, the better. Naked you are of no use to the girls, but that doesn’t mean you’re not sexy, desirable. That's a stellar ass you have and a smoking hot body," Coach said. "You deserve attention. Attention from Men like Me. Men who want you, to whom your body is useful, desirable."
After a moment of silence, Angelo finally looked up.
"Coach, are you going to fuck me again?" Coach studied the boy, surprised by his candid question.
"Why? Do you want me to?" Coach asked, curious where this was going.
"I don't know. .. maybe, … no, no," Angelo said, rattled and having a difficult time wrapping his head around what just happened.
At first, Angelo hated it. It was painful and miserable. However, towards the end, he actually thought he might have enjoyed it. There was no denying Coach had made him cum while He was fucking him.
"Does me cumming while you fucked me make me a fag, Coach?” Angelo asked, clearly distressed by the idea. Coach could tell it wasn’t the sex that bothered him.
“That depends on what you do. If you become a little whore, giving that your ass away to every Man that wants it, maybe. But don’t cheapen yourself, you’re a catch. You can pick the Men you want to give yourself to, Men like Me that don’t care that you have a little dick. I was teasing you before, but, honestly, you’re quite a catch,” Coach said, trying to pick up the kid’s spirit a bit. The time for humiliation was over.
Looking down at his small cock, Angelo kind of had to agree. He wouldn't be of any use to a girl once she saw him naked. In fact, his size is what kept him from going any further than making out with his dates. He couldn't help but think there might be something to what Coach was telling him. The only problem is he didn't want to be known as a fag.
"Well, I gotta go, Coach," Angelo finally said, smiling at Coach.
"See you tomorrow?" Coach asked, wondering what was really going on in the kid’s mind after the brutal fuck he just threw him. Angelo turned around,
"Yeah. You aren't going to do another physical on me, are you?" the boy asked.
"I might," Coach said grinning. Angelo just nodded, a slight smile on his face.
"Yeah, I'll be here." Coach gave the boy a gentle hug. Angelo actually hugged him back.
"Now get out of here, rest up. You're going to need it. I'm going to teach you just how sexy you are, little dick and all."
Alphas: "Of Course"
Of course it hurts. The handsome stud you had just met tonight is drilling nine hard inches into a hole that until now had only ever been exit only.
You tell yourself that you don’t know how this happened. You're not gay. Yet here you are, on your back, your legs on His shoulders, and He’s fucking you like that is the only thing you’re good for. But you do know how it happened, don’t you? Let me help you remember.
You saw Him sitting at the bar by Himself. He was good looking, had a nice body, and muscles in all the right places. He had that hot farm hand look you remember from your summers in south Alabama. Still, He wasn’t talking to anyone.
A guy like Him should have girls all over Him. Your curiosity got the best of you. You got up the nerve and walked over, offering to buy Him a drink.
“I don’t accept drinks from fags,” He told you dismissively. You told him you’re not gay.
“Then I don’t accept drinks from strangers,” He said. So, you introduced yourself.
“Hi, I'm Brad. Can I buy you a drink now?” you asked.
He looked up at you. He smiled. You couldn't help but notice that He had a killer smile. All He was missing was a piece of hay between His teeth. All the more reason that you wanted to know His story. Why was He sitting at the bar by Himself?
“Sure, Brad. Tequila. Neat, but none of that cheap shit,” He told you.
“I’ll have the same,” you told the bartender.
You sat down next to Him, deliberately blowing off your friends. He looked you up and down, checking you out. You didn’t get the impression that He was judging you. No, He was sizing you up.
“You’re not a bad-looking guy. If you’re not a queer, why are you here all alone talking to a guy and not some chick?” He asked after a couple of drinks. You weren’t alone until you left your friends to talk to Him.
“I could ask the same of you,” you said in return.
“Tired of chicks and their bullshit,” He said, motioning to the bartender to bring two more.
“I get it,” you told Him. “My girlfriend just dumped me because I was spending too much time with my best bro.”
“How’s that?” He asked.
“I don’t know. She said whenever he would call, I would drop whatever I was doing to hang out with him. She said I preferred him to her. Truth is, I do. Things are easier. I don't have to figure out what he's thinking. You know, bros and all,” you told Him.
“She call you a queer? Accuse you of being in love with him?” He asked.
“Yeah, how’d you know?” you said, forcing a chuckle as you worked hard to keep the conversation going.
“Lucky guess,” He said with a grin.
“So, tell Me the truth, Brad. You were sucking your best bud’s dick, weren’t you?”
He wasn’t smiling anymore. Instead, he was staring at you intently.
“Naw, dude. Nothing like that,” you said, unable to keep eye contact with Him. You wondered what made Him think that.
“You're saying that he never once asked you to suck his cock?” He asked, pushing the issue. The conversation was getting awkward.
“Once, but that was in high school. We were stupid horny teenagers,” you told Him not sure if that reply would keep Him talking or get you beat up.
“So, you lied. You did blow your buddy, didn’t you?” He asked.
“Well, . . . Yeah, I mean just that one time. We were drunk and fooling around like guys do at that age,” you finally admitted.
You could tell by the look on His face that He didn’t believe you had only sucked your bro’s dick once. And He'd be right. Strangely, this conversation was turning you on.
“Just once, huh?” He asked, giving you the side eye. You didn't mean to, but you could feel yourself turning red.
Before you could try to come up with a believable response, He asked, “Did he suck your dick?”
He signaled the bartender for another round.
“We didn't have time. I’m sure he would have. Like I said, just a couple of horny teenagers fooling around,” you said, trying not to look too pathetic. The truth is your bro refused to suck your dick but you sucked his anyway. More times than you wanted to admit.
“I’m going to bet that he made you swallow his load, didn’t he?” He asked like He was just making small talk about the weather. You weren’t sure if He was enjoying making you squirm or He was fishing for something.
“I don’t know, man. I can’t really remember. It was so long ago,” you lied. Of course he made you swallow it, but you weren’t prepared to tell Him that.
“How the fuck do you not remember a guy shooting His wad in your mouth and forcing you to swallow it?” He asked, both amused and annoyed at the same time. You needed to get out of the line of fire.
“Do you remember everything You did when You fooled around with Your friends?” you asked. You figured that, like most young horny guys, He must have fooled around with His friends too.
“I can promise you that no dick has ever been in this mouth, but I do remember every time I came in a bro’s mouth. And yeah, I made the cocksucker swallow it,” He laughed.
“You let guys suck Your dick?” You weren't sure what made you ask that. This conversation was definitely turning you on.
“If I’m horny enough. If his mouth is pretty enough. If he doesn’t act too gay. Sure, why wouldn’t I let you suck My dick?” He said.
He was studying your face. You could tell that since He learned you had blown your bro, it had changed the vibe between the two of you. You weren’t sure if He was using “you” generically or He was saying that He would let you, in particular, suck His dick. You felt yourself starting to get hard, like you did when you sucked your bro's cock.
“So, how many times did he fuck you?” He asked.
“That never happened. We just fooled around, I told you. I’m straight” you offered. Picking up His glass, He downed the remaining tequila in His glass.
“You should have let him fuck you. You already swallowed the guy’s load,” He told you. You thought about it for a second. You don’t know what you would have done if your bro had said that he wanted to fuck you, but he never did.
“Well, this conversation has gotten weird. Maybe I should get going? I don’t want to get in your way if You’re looking for something for tonight,” you told Him.
“No, you’re good. Stay. I’ll buy the next round,” He said with a smile.
“I’d like that,” you replied, before realizing how stupid that sounds.
After a couple more drinks and some idle chit chat, He stood up. He was a couple of inches taller than you. His tight t-shirt and jeans left little to the imagination. You guessed that He had no problem getting all the pussy and blowjobs that He wanted.
“It’s getting late. Let’s take a ride.” He doesn’t ask you. He tells you.
“Ok,” you agreed, following Him out to his truck like a puppy dog.
Is it coming back to you now? Anyone else would have figured out what was going on, but somehow you keep telling yourself that you didn’t. Or was it really that you didn’t want to admit to yourself what was happening.
When a guy asks a girl who he had only just met to “take a ride” after a night out drinking, he only has one thing on his mind. Why did you think it would be different just because you were a guy, especially after you admitted to Him that you had sucked your bro’s cock? For a brief moment, you wondered if that's what was going on. Did He want a blow job? You pushed the idea out of your head.
Instead, you told yourself that you thought that He just wanted to hang out, that you didn’t know that He was taking you back to His place. You told yourself that there was no way that you could have known what He really wanted, but I think you did.
When you arrived at His place, He got out of the car silently expecting you to follow. And you did. Unlocking the door to His apartment, He didn't invite you to come in. He simply put His hand on the small of your back and pushed you through the door.
His roommates were lounging on the couch, but He didn't bother to introduce you. When they asked, "Who's this?" He simply replied, "Someone I met at the bar."
You wondered if He even remembered your name. Did He even care? When they asked if you wanted to hang out with them, He answered for you.
“No. We’re going to hang out in My room,” He said without further explanation as He pointed you to the door of His bedroom. When you hesitated, you felt His chest against your back, His crotch against your ass, as he steered you through the door.
“Nice meeting you,” you told His roommates meekly. They just looked up and grinned. They knew. Yet, you claim you had no idea.
If you really didn't know, you should have known when He closed and locked the bedroom door, turning up the music.
You should have known when He pulled His t-shirt off over His head.
You should have known when He pulled you into His arms and kissed you.
You should have known when His hands went down the back of your jeans. One hand cupping your ass cheek, while the fingers of His other probed your virgin asshole to see how tight you were.
You should have known when He pulled your t-shirt off over your head and pushed you back on to His bed.
You should have known when He grabbed the waistband of your jeans and briefs, expertly pulling your jeans and underwear down and off you.
You should have known when He kicked off His boots and stepped out of His jeans.
You definitely should have known when you saw His huge cock was hard as a rock.
If all of that wasn't enough, surely you knew when He climbed on top of you, kissing you deeply, His tongue in your mouth, His precum dripping down on to your stomach. Yet, you claim you still didn’t know what was happening even when He spread your thighs open with His knees.
But there was absolutely no way you couldn’t know what was happening when He spit in His hand lubing up His massive cock before roughly working the rest into your hole with His fingers. It was crystal clear that He wasn’t interested in a blow job. He wanted much more than that.
You flinched from the pain, but He didn't care. He had only one thing on His mind. All the signs were there, and you did nothing to stop Him. You told yourself there was nothing you could do. He was on top of you. He had you pinned down against your will. But He didn't, did He?
You could have easily gotten out from under Him if you tried. You could have fought against Him. He wasn't that much bigger than you. You could have yelled. His roommates were in the next room. The music wasn’t that loud, but that wasn't what was really stopping you, was it?
It was His handsome face and muscular body, His arrogance and His confidence. He didn't ask you if He could fuck you. He didn’t have to. No one ever told Him "No." He was used to getting what He wanted. The mere fact that you were in His bed was all the consent He needed, if He even needed that. He silently demanded your total submission, and you obediently surrendered it to Him.
Admit it. It wasn’t that you didn’t know what He wanted when He pushed you towards His bedroom. You just felt like you were incapable of telling Him “No.” He instinctively knew you wouldn’t. So, He did exactly what He wanted. And you did nothing while He made you His girl.
As He worked a second finger into your hole, your body tensed and you clenched your jaw from the pain. You reached for the condom lying on the nightstand and quietly handed it to Him. Without saying a word, He took it from you and threw it on the floor. He had no intention of using one. Not with you. And yet, you still didn't say "No."
When He pushed His raw cock roughly inside you, you cried out from the stabbing pain. You pushed on His abs with your hands, and your legs tensed straight out. If it was meant to stop Him, it didn’t. He wouldn't let anything as trivial as your agony get in the way of His pleasure. He just grabbed your arms, pinning them to either side of your head as He leaned in with His body weight, driving His cock further into you.
“Stop, please stop. You’re too big. I can’t take it,” you begged Him, speaking for the first time.
He studied your face for a moment and then He smiled at you. He realized you weren't lying when you said your best bro hadn't fucked you. You were still a virgin.
You felt His cock start to pull out of you, but before it was all the way out, He shoved it roughly back into you. You screamed again, as tears welled up in your eyes. It was clear that He had no intention of stopping.
“Please, you’re tearing me wide open,” you begged Him with tears welling up in your eyes.
“Shhh,” He whispered. “Your pussy is so fucking tight. Just a couple of more inches, and you’ll be begging Me to fuck you.”
You struggled to get out from under Him for a few minutes, but you couldn’t get Him to stop or even slow down. You finally gave up as you whimpered from His horse cock driving into your hole repeatedly. Each thrust impaling you further and further until finally you felt His balls up against your ass. You were wrong. You could take it, all of it.
You tried to remain quiet as He savagely fucked you. You didn’t want His roommates to know what He was doing to you, but they knew. The moment you entered that door they knew what He was going to do to you even if you wanted to pretend you didn't.
They knew the only reason He ever brought someone back to the apartment was to fuck them. Then there were your screams of pain. His roommates must have heard you even above the music playing in the room. And, like you, they did nothing to stop Him. Why would they?
And then, He did stop, if only for a moment. It wasn’t because of your screams or your begging; He obviously didn’t care if His roommates heard you. As you searched His face for a reason, you noticed a devilish grin form on His face. He was enjoying your difficulty taking Him, the pain you were enduring from having your virgin hole stretched out by His girth.
Then, pushing your legs forward to give Him greater access to your hole, He began to fuck you with newfound enthusiasm, knowing He was the Man that busted your cherry, that He would be the first Man to knock you up. As He pounded your already bruised and stretched hole, you quietly whimpered praying the pain will end, wondering how much longer He can last. Longer than you could.
As you lay there fighting back the pain and praying for it to end, you realize He doesn't care that it hurts. If anything, He is fucking you like He wants it to hurt. He fucks you with hard, deliberate strokes, going deep and stretching your hole out to fit His massive cock.
Eventually, the sharp burning pains are replaced by a dull ache as He settled into a nice steady rut. If it didn’t feel good to you, you could tell He was enjoying it.
Of course, you knew how this was going to end. He was going to enjoy your hole until He's ready. Then with His last forceful thrusts as far inside you as He can drive His cock, He's going to shoot His load deep inside your hole and breed you like the bitch you are. And you are going to let Him.
On the bright side, if the scum leaking from your hard dick on to your stomach is any indication, once He's through with you, you're going to love your new life as His girl. After all, thanks to Him, your cunt now has the ability to please a Man.
Make sure you let Him fuck you anytime He wants. It's the only sex you'll ever have again. In fact, I'm guessing it's the only sex you'll ever want.
His Bro: "A Man's Needs"
It was early Sunday morning, and formerly “straight” Kevin was naked in bed, his hand wrapped around Adam's cock again. The two had barely left the bedroom since Friday night when a drunk Adam invited Himself to crash at Kevin's place.
Kevin had offered Adam a place on the couch. However, in typical Adam style, He just pushed past the boy, stripped out of His clothes and sprawled out naked right in the center of Kevin's bed.
Kevin looked down on his bro in the middle of his bed, totally naked. Adam’s sweaty t-shirt and boxers were on the pillow where Kevin was supposed to lay his head. Annoyed, Kevin thought about just sleeping on the couch, but this was his place, his bed. No one, not even Adam, was going to force him out of his own bed.
Carefully picking up Adam's clothes and throwing them on the floor, Kevin slipped out of his t-shirt and jeans and climbed into bed next to Adam. Carefully pulling the flat sheet over him, Kevin lay down on the little space left to him, his back to Adam careful not to disturb his friend. Even that little bit of movement was enough to wake the still drunk Adam, causing Him to toss and turn as He tried to get comfortable again.
As He tried to get comfortable, Adam's arms and legs would brush up against Kevin’s warm body and tight little ass. The heat and smoothness of Kevin's body against His was extremely distracting to Adam. He wasn't accustomed to a mostly naked body lying next to Him in a bed without fucking it or at least getting a blow job.
Adam wasn't really into guys, but He was a Man, a horny and drunk one to boot. And Kevin's warm body felt good against His. Adam thought about pushing Kevin out of the bed so He could get some sleep, but His slowly thickening cock gave Him other ideas. He figured if Kevin was going to get in bed with Him and rub his hot little body up against His, the least the boy could do was what any girl who was in Adam's bed would do for Him.
"Kev, you awake," Adam asked, slurring slightly as He shook the boy. Getting no response, He reached over and gently ran His hands down Kevin's back before slipping His hand down Kevin’s briefs to knead the boy’s ass cheeks. Adam smiled as He felt His cock continuing to swell. His little bro's ass felt as good as it looked. It was firm and tight, totally smooth, like a chick. Just the kind of ass that Adam loved to sink His cock in. Hard and deep.
"Yeah," Kevin finally said without turning over. He was not real comfortable with Adam's hands grabbing his ass, but he knew better than to agitate Adam when He was drunk.
“Come here, baby,” Adam said, wrapping His arms around Kevin's shoulder and pulling the boy in towards Him. Kevin thought it was awkward, but not as awkward as Adam calling him "baby." Kevin wrote it off to Adam being drunk.
Kevin reluctantly allowed himself to be turned over facing Adam, his smooth body now pressed up against his bro's naked body. For a brief moment, Kevin actually thought it was nice until he realized that Adam’s cock was rock hard and standing almost straight up. While Kevin had seen Adam naked in the locker room, he had never seen his friend totally hard. He was surprised at how big it was.
“I need you to take care of this for Me, baby” Adam said putting His arm around Kevin's shoulder and pulling the boy closer to Him so that Kevin’s head was on His shoulder. The feel of Kevin’s warm skin touching His just turned Adam on even more. Yeah, His little bro would do, Adam thought to himself. He just needed to get off so He could get to sleep. Surely, Kevin wouldn't mind doing this for Him.
“What am I supposed to do about it?” Kevin asked surprised at what Adam was suggesting. He tried to pull away without much success. Adam had His arm around Kevin's shoulder purposefully holding him in place. Grabbing Kevin’s hand, Adam placed it on His cock.
“Jerk Me off, baby,” Adam said casually, as if this happened all the time between them.
“No, dude. I'm trying to sleep,” Kevin said pulling his hand back.
“Stop being a bitch and jerk Me off,” Adam said, getting annoyed.
Adam grabbed Kevin’s hand placing it back on His throbbing cock. Adam loved making a chick jerk Him off. The fact that this time it was his best bro's hand made it hotter and dirtier. The fact that Adam knew that He shouldn’t make His bro do it just made Him want it even more.
“Jerk Yourself off,” Kevin said clearly agitated as he pulled his hand back again. Adam grabbed Kevin’s hand, bending it back at the wrist causing the boy to cry out in pain.
“Stop being a little prick tease. I said jerk Me off, bitch. You got Me hard, so you need to get Me off,” Adam said, clearly irritated by His buddy's refusal to help Him out.
“Ah, Fuck! Fuck! Ok,” Kevin cried out, just wanting the pain to stop.
Adam released Kevin's hand. The boy couldn't help but wonder what Adam had meant by calling him a prick tease. He wasn't doing anything to deliberately turn Adam on. Adam was always horny. How was that his fault?
Still, not wanting to piss off his buddy any further, Kevin reached out and grabbed Adam’s swollen cock, slowly jerking it. It was thick, engorged with blood and hard. It was also bigger than his. Not porn star big, but big enough to cause Kevin to be insecure about the size of his own dick. It was no wonder Adam had no problem getting chicks into bed.
“Oh yeah, baby. That feels good. Make your Man happy,” Adam said enjoying the firm grip of Kevin’s hand wrapped around His cock as it moved slowly up and down.
As Kevin started to jerk off his buddy, Kevin's thoughts wandered to Adam's comments. "Your Man"? "Prick tease"? "Baby"? What exactly had he done to get Adam so worked up? Kevin began to wonder if Adam was so drunk that He didn't know where He was or who He was with.
While Adam was pretty drunk, Kevin had no way of knowing that his bro was aware of what He was saying and making Kevin do. In that moment, Adam didn't care what Kevin wanted or not. He didn't care that Kevin was a guy. Adam just wanted to get off.
“Grip tighter,” Adam said, placing His hand over Kevin's and squeezing it around His cock. Kevin silently obeyed.
Kevin found himself unusually curious about his buddy’s cock. He had never felt one other than his own. Adam’s dick was bigger, veiny, unlike his own. Adam was leaking lots of precum, more than Kevin did when he was turned on. Kevin was even fascinated by how his buddy's cock lightly throbbed in his hand. Kevin thought that he could even feel Adam's heart beating through His cock.
“Now, a little faster, but not too fast,” Adam said. Kevin tried to do what his bro wanted.
“No, no, slower,” Adam said annoyed. Kevin couldn’t seem to get it right.
“Come on, that’s not how you do it. You know how to jerk a guy off,” Adam said, getting frustrated. Whatever Kevin was doing to Adam just didn’t feel right to his friend. The truth was that Kevin had no idea how to jerk off another guy. This was a first for him.
“All right, stop. Just stop,” Adam said, clearly not satisfied with the hand job Kevin was giving Him.
While Kevin was glad for it to be over, if he had to admit it, he kind of enjoyed playing with his buddy’s thick cock. Part of him was a little disappointed that he hadn't gotten to see Adam shoot His load. Kevin imagined it shooting all over his buddy's chest and stomach. Judging from the amount of precum, surely Adam's loads were huge.
“Just suck it instead,” Adam finally said, pushing Kevin’s head down towards His cock. Surprised by what Adam was demanding, Kevin struggled to pull away.
“I’m not sucking Your dick, dude,” the boy said starting to panic.
This was all getting too homo for Kevin. Then, it began to click. Calling him "baby," saying that He was Kevin's Man, demanding that Kevin blow Him, Adam was treating him like some chick that He was hooking up with.
“Stop being a little bitch. I told you. You did this, rubbing your hot little body up against Me. So, now, you’re going to get Me off. No one is going to sleep until I get off,” Adam said raising His voice threateningly. Adam grabbed Kevin by the back of the neck and squeezed it hard until the pain caused Kevin to open his mouth.
"Ow, ow, ow," Kevin said, as Adam forced the boy's head down and slid His cock into Kevin's mouth.
Just wanting the pain to stop, Kevin stopped fighting, grudgingly closing his lips around his buddy's cock. He was immediately aware of Adam's precum in his mouth. It was slick, and slightly salty. Not wanting to piss off Adam again, Kevin just willed himself to swallow it. He really had no choice.
“That’s it,” Adam said, finally satisfied that Kevin was going to do what He wanted. The boy knew, just as Adam knew, that he couldn’t win when Adam got like this.
Adam started rocking His cock slowly back and forth into Kevin’s warm mouth. Kevin tried his best to hold still. Adam seemed to know what He wanted, and Kevin knew that the sooner he let Adam do it, the sooner it would be over.
Adam began slowly face fucking Kevin’s mouth until the head of His cock hit the back of Kevin’s throat causing the boy to heave. Not wanting to give Kevin a chance to take His cock out of his mouth, Adam stopped but held the boy's head in place.
“It's ok, baby. I know I'm big, but you'll get used to it. Take your time. You can do it. I need you to take your Man's cock all the way down your throat like a good girl,” Adam said sweetly as He continued to hold Kevin's head down on His cock. Kevin couldn't believe Adam was now calling him a "good girl."
Not wanting Adam to get angry, Kevin held still as Adam slowly slid more of His cock further into Kevin’s mouth. Adam rocked His hips up and down until the head of His cock was nudging the back of Kevin's throat again, only this time more gently. Fighting off the urge to gag again, Kevin put his hands on Adam's thighs to get Him to hold still. If Adam was going to make him do this, Kevin needed a few moments for the urge to gag to pass.
Realizing what Kevin was doing, Adam grinned. Like any chick blowing Him for the first time, Kevin needed to get used to His size. As long as Kevin didn't take his mouth off Adam's cock, He would give the boy the moment he needed. After a minute or so, to Adam's surprise, He felt it as Kevin slowly started going down on His cock trying to get more of it down his throat.
"Oh, fuck, yeah. You're doing it. I knew you could," Adam said, clearly pleased with Himself as He began to leisurely rock His cock in the boy's mouth. Letting go of Kevin's neck, Adam smiled realizing that Kevin was sucking His cock all on his own. The boy was a fast learner, as good as any girl He had been with.
"Oh yeah. You’re a fucking natural,” Adam said as He rubbed His hand through Kevin's hair. Kevin wasn't sure what was happening, but some instinct must have taken over. For Adam's part, whether it was just being drunk or horny, or both, Adam couldn’t believe how good Kevin’s mouth felt wrapped around His cock.
Adam closed His eyes and started loudly moaning. Kevin, to his surprise, found that Adam's moans of pleasure turned him on. Ignoring the fact that he was sucking another guy’s dick, Kevin started doing things to Adam with his tongue and throat to purposefully cause Adam to moan. He couldn't believe that he found it so incredibly hot to turn on another Man sexually, especially Adam.
Enjoying Kevin’s newfound enthusiasm, Adam put His hand on the back of Kevin’s head, guiding him when Adam wanted him to go faster or slower or wanted him to take more of Adam’s cock in his mouth. Kevin got lost in the moment. There was nothing else in the world but Adam and His cock.
Adam grunted loudly. His body stiffened as He started shooting His load. The feel of the warm salty and thick liquid creaming his mouth jolted Kevin back to what was happening. Not only was he sucking Adam's cock, but Adam was cumming in his mouth. Kevin tried to pull back as he started to choke, but Adam held the boy's head in place with both hands as He slowly jacked His cock up and down with His hips, determined to feed His bro His load.
“No fucking way, baby. This tasty load is just for you. Swallow it. You earned it. Show your Man how much you love the taste of His spunk,” Adam purred, as He steadily gushed load after load of cum into the boy’s mouth. Kevin was having a difficult time dealing with the size of Adam's load filling up his mouth. It was like it would never end.
Like every Man who loves having His cock sucked, Adam didn't just want to get off. He wanted to get off in Kevin’s mouth, and he wanted him to swallow His load. After all, it was His cum. In Adam's mind, the boy should be grateful that he was even allowed to suck His cock, much less get the privilege of taking His load down his throat.
Kevin continued to resist swallowing Adam's cum. However, Adam was cumming so hard that some of the shots hit the back of Kevin’s throat, forcing him to involuntarily swallow to keep it from going down his windpipe. With Adam's hands firmly on the boy's head not allowing him to pull of Adam’s cock, Kevin finally gave up and started swallowing Adam's load to Adam's clear pleasure.
"Yeah, that's it, baby. I love watching a bitch swallow My load. Do you know how lucky you are to get a mouthful of My cum? I don't let just any bitch suck My dick." Adam said. Kevin, of course, couldn't respond, not with Adam holding his head down.
Finally spent, Adam let go of Kevin's head. As the boy fell back, cum running down his chin, Kevin looked up at his bro, both humiliated and pissed at what Adam had made him do. Adam, on the other hand, was grinning. He was obviously quite proud of the huge load that He had made his buddy swallow.
"Oh, fuck! That was awesome, baby. Best head I've had in a long time. Does your Man's spunk taste as good as you thought it would?" Adam asked, breathing heavily as He milked the last few drops of cum out of His cock.
"You missed some, baby," Adam said with a grin. Kevin glared at Him. If He expected Kevin to voluntarily lick up Adam's remaining cum, Adam was crazy.
Wiping the cum off his chin, Kevin couldn’t help but think about what Adam had said. There was that word “baby,” and that phrase "your Man," again. If Adam thought that He was Kevin’s Man, what did that make Kevin, he wondered. Was he now Adam’s girl? Or just some cocksucker that He could use to get off?
Not liking either answer to his question, Kevin mumbled something and tried to free himself of Adam's arm. He didn't want to discuss it or even think about it. Sure, for a little while, it had been hot. Hotter than it should have been to a straight boy being forced to suck his bro’s cock. But Adam making him swallow His load just reinforced the humiliation of knowing that he had actually sucked his buddy's dick. He could still taste Adam's cum in his mouth.
There was simply no way to undo what happened. Adam had made Kevin swallow His load like some cheap date, or worse, a fag. Kevin couldn't help but think about all those times he and his buddies had tormented gay guys calling them cocksuckers and cum dumps. Now he was no better than them.
"Where you'd learn to suck cock like that?" Adam finally asked, pulling Kevin's chin up so that the boy was forced to look Adam in the face. Kevin just shrugged, embarrassed and trying to pretend what just happened didn't happen.
"Baby, I loved it! You're a fantastic cocksucker. I can't believe that you didn't tell Me how much you loved sucking dick?" Adam asked, not exactly accusatory, but almost like He was trying to understand how He had missed this fact about His bro.
"I don't," Kevin said, not wanting to have this conversation. To say it out loud was to reinforce the new reality between them. A reality that he wanted desperately to deny.
"I think you do. At least, I hope you love sucking cock," Adam said, amused at the boy's embarrassment. Kevin looked up at Adam wondering what He meant by that.
"Why did you say you hope I do?" Kevin asked, somewhat annoyed but curious about what Adam was getting at.
"I could tell that you were seriously getting into sucking My cock, baby. You're so fucking good at it. Better than any chick. I find it hard to believe that you don’t love sucking cock, especially Mine," Adam told him. Kevin blushed. It was a combination of the embarrassment of being accused of being a practiced cocksucker mixed with a bit of pride at how good he was at it and how good it made Adam feel.
"Well, baby, you got me all worked up. I'm wide awake now," Adam said, moving Kevin's hand back to His cock. Adam was totally hard again. Kevin reflexively squeezed it, thinking about how much of it that he had gotten down his throat.
"I can't, Adam. Not again, my jaw is sore," Kevin said, expecting his friend to demand another blowjob, but not wanting this to be the new reality between them.
"Oh, don't worry. I have something else in mind," Adam said, quickly grabbing Kevin and flipping him over. Confused by the sudden move, Kevin was unable to stop Adam from flipping him over. With one quick move, clearly practiced on lots of girls, Adam pulled Kevin’s underwear down and off him, leaving Kevin face down and ass up, not to mention completely caught by surprise.
"Fuck, you have a gorgeous ass," Adam exclaimed slapping the boy's cheeks hard, then massaging the beautiful bare ass before Him. Kevin was in shock but pinned down by the weight of his stronger bro, he could do little to move.
"Lucky you, I'm more of an ass man than tits. A beautiful ass always gets My cock rock hard," He said running His hand in the cleft of Kevin's butt cheeks. Suddenly, Kevin knew exactly what Adam had in mind.
Struggling against Adam to avoid this latest humiliation, Kevin felt his ass cheeks being spread apart. And then, suddenly, he froze as Adam’s wet hot tongue started gently lapping at his asshole. That wasn't what he was expecting at all.
Kevin couldn't believe how great it felt. After a few seconds, he stopped struggling and relaxed. Adam took that as His cue to continue. Kevin started involuntarily moaning as Adam alternated between gentle long laps and His stiffened tongue darting in and out of Kevin working His spit deep into the boy’s hole. This made up for all the humiliation of having to suck his buddy's cock. Adam could do this forever as far as Kevin was concerned.
On some level, Kevin knew how this was going to end up, but as good as he might have been at sucking Adam’s cock, Adam was even better at eating boy pussy. He couldn't bring himself to ask Adam to stop even if it meant his buddy was eventually going to try to fuck him.
It was a matter of ten minutes or so, with Kevin begging Adam to work his tongue in deeper, that Adam decided it was time to fuck the boy. The way that Kevin got into having his asshole worked over convinced Adam that Kevin wanted, even needed, to be fucked.
The one thing a Man can tell pretty quickly when eating ass is whether the hole that He is going down on is cherry. Kevin clearly was. He’d been a lot of girl’s first; He had never been a guy’s. Adam loved the idea that He would be the Man to take His buddy's cherry.
Having already cum once, Adam knew He could take his time and work Kevin over good. If He was going to fuck the boy, Adam wanted it to be memorable. He wanted Kevin to love it so much that he would be begging Adam to fuck him again. Even Kevin had surrendered to the idea that Adam was going to fuck him. If Adam's tongue up his ass felt that good, Kevin couldn't help but wonder what being fucked by Adam was like?
As it turns out, Adam instinctively knew how to fuck in a way that drives girls crazy, and Kevin was no exception. Kevin just didn't know how much he would love it until Adam's arms were wrapped around him, holding him tight, His cock buried deep inside the boy fucking him with firm deliberate thrusts. Just one or two times of brushing up against Kevin's prostate was all it took. Kevin's moans of pleasure told Adam that the game was on.
At first, Adam’s strokes were gentle, steady, designed to repeatedly press up against Kevin’s prostate. As He slowly fucked the boy, Adam steadily worked more and more of His cock into Kevin’s virgin ass until finally He was all the way in, His balls slapping against Kevin’s ass.
“Fuck, baby. You’re taking all of My cock,” Adam whispered in Kevin’s ear as He kissed the boy’s neck. “It’s like your pussy was made to be fucked by Me.” Kevin moaned appreciatively, saying nothing but spreading his legs further apart.
Despite the pain of the initial penetration, it had quickly blurred into pleasure as Kevin squirmed in ecstasy as Adam steadily drilled into him over and over. Adam knew how to grind a pussy, even a boy pussy, and how to make a bitch beg for Him to fuck her harder, deeper. Kevin was no different.
When Kevin started pushing his ass back against Adam, He knew it was time to fuck the boy the way He wanted to. The sex suddenly turned aggressive, demanding, as Adam took His pleasure from Kevin without regard to how the boy felt. When Adam did this, it was no longer lovemaking. It was fucking, fucking designed to make Kevin cum just from the intensity of being fucked, if Adam didn’t cum first. Kevin couldn't decide which fucking he liked most. Like the blow job, it wasn't over until Adam shot His load deep into Kevin's "pussy" as Adam now called it. Unlike before, Kevin not only expected it. He wanted it.
Adam fucked Kevin twice that first night and then made Kevin sleep with His still hard cock buried deep inside him. In Adam’s arms, Kevin drifted off with a smile on his face knowing that Adam’s cock was gently working His load deeper and deeper into him. It was just what Kevin needed to get him past the humiliation he had felt earlier. Now, suddenly, it all felt right, even natural.
The next morning, Adam was a little concerned about how awkward it would be. He was worried that while Kevin may have eventually given in to the pleasure of it all, Adam had still forced himself on his straight best friend. To Adam's surprise, if Kevin had any resentment at being forced to have sex with Him, he didn’t show it.
"Hi, there," Adam said smiling as Kevin woke up. Kevin smiled back.
"You ok?" Adam asked, as His hand moved to Kevin's ass. He wanted to see if Kevin would flinch or try to move Adam’s hand. He didn’t.
"Better than I thought I would be," Kevin answered, smiling up at Adam as he reached for Adam’s morning wood gently tugging it.
"How about you? Are you ok? Are we ok?" Kevin asked, not sure what all of it had meant or where it would go. All he knew was he was glad it had happened and hoped it would happen again.
"Yeah, I probably need to shower and head out," Adam said, also not sure where to go from here.
"Not yet," Kevin said, pulling the sheets back and taking Adam's cock in his mouth. Adam smiled. If his bro wasn't a cock hound before, he definitely was now. Adam thought that He could get used to this. This is how a Man should be treated every morning.
Despite having cum twice the night before, it wasn’t long before Adam was moaning loudly and shooting His load down His newfound cocksucker’s throat. Much to Adam’s delight, that wasn’t all Kevin had planned. Despite being sore from the night before, Kevin climbed on top of Adam, straddling His loins as he begged Adam to fuck him again.
And so it went all day long, and into the night. Neither of them could deny the fact that Kevin had stopped being Adam's best friend and was now one of the fawning bitches that loved getting fucked by Him. And Adam was definitely loving it.
Whenever Adam suggested that He needed to leave, Kevin found a way to keep Him there by getting on his knees or spreading his legs for "his Man" as Kevin now referred to Adam. When they weren’t fucking, Kevin would put on Adam’s dirty boxers and lay down with his head in Adam’s lap. Adam would gently stroke the boy’s hair. That is, until Kevin's gentle kissing and fondling of Adam’s cock turned into another leisurely blow job. Adam loved how Kevin was catering to His every need and wondered why every chick wasn't just like this. This morning was no different.
"Yeah, that's it, baby. Suck your Man's cock. You know how I love watching you work for that first load of the morning," Adam said as He gently pushed Kevin's head up and down on His cock. Adam loved morning head.
Kevin knew Adam wasn't looking for a verbal response. He wanted Kevin to suck His dick not talk. So, Kevin just moaned in appreciation as Adam moved His hand down to Kevin’s ass and pushed a finger gently into his “pussy” for what would inevitably be another rough but passionate fucking this morning.
If at first Kevin had resisted being forced to submit to Adam, by the second day, he had become content having Adam's juicy cock between his lips and legs as often as Adam wanted it. It worked out great since Adam had a sex drive that wouldn't quit. It just seemed natural now for Kevin to pleasure Adam however He wanted. After all, He was the Man. Kevin found the more turned on he got Adam, the better the sex was for him as well.
It wasn’t totally one sided. Kevin was getting off too. Of course, Adam never blew Kevin or even jerked him off. Much like He did with His girls, Adam would eat the boy’s “pussy” nice and long, getting him ready for the intense pounding of the boy’s ass so hard that Kevin would cum while being fucked without touching himself. After that first time Adam made him cum, Kevin was hooked. He had developed a need to be used by Adam. While Kevin loved it when Adam “made love” to him, the rougher, the more intense Adam's sex was, the more intense Kevin's orgasms were.
Adam's phone started ringing as Kevin leisurely worked on His cock. Adam intuitively knew it was His girlfriend. She had called ten times yesterday and three times already this morning looking for Him. He flipped the thing over. Sure enough. It was her.
"Fuck her," Adam said out loud sending the call to voice mail. Kevin looked up briefly before returning to sucking Adam's cock.
"Keep sucking, baby. That frigid bitch never wants to suck My cock like you do. You are a real cock hound. I love how you want it whenever and wherever I want to give it to you," Adam said rubbing His hands through Kevin's hair. Kevin stopped sucking Adam's cock long enough to kiss Adam's abs gently before looking up at Him, "Yes, Sir. I love sucking Your cock. I even love it when You fuck me." Adam started to laugh.
“I told you that you would love it. All the girls do. You know I’ve been thinking. Why the fuck do I bother with a girlfriend when I got a hot little fuck like you jonesing for My cock?" Adam mused out loud. Kevin stopped sucking Adam's cock for a moment.
"You don't. I'll do anything you want, anything to make you happy. Anything," Kevin said.
"What would make me happy is for you to get Me off," Adam said, grinning as he pushed the boy's head back down on His cock.
"But don't you worry, baby. I know what you need. When you’re done, I'm going to fuck that tight little pussy good again. Start the day out right. You'd like that wouldn't you?" Adam asked.
Kevin shook his head "yes" without taking Adam's cock out of his mouth. Kevin couldn't believe just a few days ago he thought he was straight and now he lived to be fucked by Adam. On the other hand, Adam couldn't believe His luck in finding a submissive beautiful boy that could keep up with Him sexually and wanted nothing from Him other than to please Him.
"Good girl," Adam said smiling.
Sure, it might look gay to others, but not to Adam. He didn’t really see Kevin as a guy anymore. To Adam, he was just another girl who loved cock from a real Man. Kevin was not only appreciative, but he was also eager to please. Something all Men secretly want in a girl whether they will admit it or not.
There are needs that real Men have. Nature requires them to be met. There is always someone who will do it if you won't. Remember that.
Be there for Him, whenever and wherever He wants it, and He will make you the happiest girl in the world.

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Forced: "Bad Timing"
The worst thing that Kelly thought could happen on the trip did. His buddy Troy walked in on him while he was changing to head to the beach. There was a good reason he never undressed in the locker room or in front of the other guys, especially Troy.
"Dude, what the fuck?" Kelly asked, as he quickly turned hoping that Troy hadn't seen his junk. He had seen Troy's in the locker room and knew there was no comparison. He also knew Troy would make a big deal out of it. Troy fancied Himself a Stud and liked to humiliate guys who weren't as well-endowed.
"Damn!" Troy exclaimed as His eyes roamed over His buddy's body.
"What?" Kelly asked, reaching into his bag and grabbing his swim trunks.
"No, no, don't do that," Troy said, snatching them out of his hands.
"Let me look at that beautiful ass."
"Dude," was all Kelly could get out. This is exactly what he didn't want to happen.
"Fuck! You might be all Man from the waist up. But that ass, you're definitely all woman from the waist down," Troy said admiring His friend’s ass.
"Bring it over here. Let me finger that pussy and get it all nice and wet" Troy said, grabbing His crotch.
"Fuck you," Kelly said grabbing the swim trunks out of Troy's hands and fumbling to get them on. Unfortunately, he wasn’t fast enough.
"Shit! You even have a clit, bro. That's not a real dick, is it? Are you one of those tranny bitches?" Troy asked, pointing and snickering.
"Fuck you. Yeah, it's real. Why you gooning on my shit, dude? You queer or something," Kelly said trying to diffuse the situation, move it back to bro talk not about his body or his ass. Kelly pulled the swim trunks up and quickly slipped a t-shirt on. The less flesh shown the better.
"It's not your clit that has Me worked up bro. It's that juicy ass, just like a woman's. How about you let Me tap that ass? I haven't had any pussy since we got here," Troy said slipping His wifebeater up over His head and dropping it on the floor.
"Check it out," Troy said flexing, then running His hands over His fur-covered muscular pecs. "Chicks dig it when I do this. You getting turned on yet?" Troy taunted.
"Get the fuck out of here. I'm no fag dude," Kelly said, getting nervous as Troy approached him. It was never a good situation when a guy starts taking off his clothes when he’s talking about sex, especially sex with you.
"Whatever, dude, but I'm a Man and you're obviously not with that tiny little clit hanging out. More importantly, your ass yells all woman. And I think you should give it up to Me," Troy said unbuttoning the top button of His jeans and kicking off His shoes.
Kelly looked down at Troy's crotch and noticed that He was hard already. If it was 5" or so soft in the locker room, but here, right now, it was definitely closer to 10" hard. There was even a wet spot from His precum about 1/3 or more down His jean leg. Kelly definitely wasn't down for that.
"Come on, man. I told you I'm not gay. How long have you known me? We went to school together," Kelly said. Troy couldn’t see it, but Kelly was actually trembling with fear at what Troy might do,
It's not that Kelly wasn't as big or muscular as Troy. They were about the same size, give or take a couple of pounds. But Kelly had seen Troy fight. He had the street in Him. He was known to have put a couple of guys in the hospital. And despite Kelly’s size, he just wasn’t a fighter. Up to now, his size protected him though it didn’t seem to dissuade Troy.
"That's exactly why you should give it to Me instead of one of the other guys or have you already let some guy fuck you?" Troy said slipping out of His pants. His lack of underwear left His raging hard-on jutting out like a spar on a sailboat.
“Dude, nobody's fucked me and You’re not going to fuck me. I can’t believe You’re going all gay on me,” Kelly said. Troy could tell Kelly was unnerved, unsure of himself. He also knew it gave Him the advantage.
“Nothing gay about fucking a chick up the ass. And you, my former friend with the killer ass and the tiny clit, are no more than that to Me,” Troy said.
“Now take off those swim trunks and your tight little blouse. I wanna play with your titties while I fuck you.”
“No way” was all Kelly could get out before Troy hit him with an uppercut right into the solar plexus. Kelly doubled over unable to breathe. Unfortunately for him, Kelly had fallen over onto his knees grasping his stomach, facing in the mattress. Troy grabbed at his swim trunks and ripped them off.
“I’m so glad you saw it My way,” Troy said getting between Kelly’s legs forcing them open while holding Kelly down. Spitting in His hands, He lubed up His massive beer-can cock. Grabbing Kelly by the neck and pinning him down to the mattress, Troy positioned His cock against His buddy's ass hole.
"Troy! Stop!" Kelly yelled.
“Don’t fight Me, bro. You aren’t going to win. Now be a good girl and let Me fuck you and I won’t share your ass with the other guys,” Troy said pushing firmly but deliberately into Kelly’s hole. Kelly struggled to get loose but Troy’s body weight, coupled with the firm hold around his neck held him in place.
“Fuck!” Kelly screamed as the searing pain of Troy’s cock ripped through his virgin hole.
“Yeah, that’s it,” Troy said as He pulled out slightly before shoving more of His huge cock up His former friend’s ass. Kelly cried out again. His hole was on fire.
“Damn, your pussy feels good. You're tight as fuck. You weren't lying when you said your pussy was still virgin,” Troy added as the force of His thrusts pushed Kelly forward causing his legs to spread out even further. In this position, Troy had even more control over His buddy’s body. Kelly screamed out again as Troy drove His cock into Kelly again.
"Shh, I know it hurts when your Man is as big as me but let Me loosen that pussy up. It'll start to feel good. You'll see," Troy told him as Kelly's scream dropped off into desperate sobbing.
“Please stop, Troy. You’re hurting me,” Kelly said tears running down his face.
“Of course, it hurts, you dumb cunt. I got 10" of hard cock plowing your pussy,” Troy said fucking His former friend as rough and aggressively as He wanted.
“Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it. All the girls do,” Troy said taunting him. Unexpectedly, there was a knock on the door. Troy stopped but He didn’t remove His cock from Kelly’s hole. Leaning down Troy whispered in Kelly’s ear.
“Say one word and I’ll tell everyone you begged Me to fuck you and that you’ve been wanting all of us to run a train on your pussy. You think this is bad. Just wait until all four of us have been fucking your faggot ass for hours.”
Kelly hesitated. The pause in being fucked allowed him to regain some control. He was able to get one arm out from under him. He tried to twist out from under Troy, hoping to at least get out of the physical hold, but Troy forced him back down.
“Answer or don’t answer the door, but My cock isn’t coming out of your ass until I’ve knocked you up, bitch. The only question is do our friends see you taking My cock or do you send them away and hope I don’t say anything,” Troy added contemptuously. Kelly heard another knock on the door.
“Yeah, what is it?” Kelly said loudly, weighing what was worse. Allowing Troy to continue to rape him or deal with the fall out of his bros thinking he was actually a fag if they believed Troy that Kelly asked for it?
“You ok, bro? I thought I heard someone yell,” one of their friends said through the door while checking the knob. Kelly sighed with relief. It was locked.
“Yeah, Troy was helping me with something and wanted to show me a couple of YouTube videos. That’s all. We’ll be down in a little while,” Kelly said as Troy smiled and started rocking His cock back and forth in Kelly’s swollen bruised hole. Kelly winced at the sting of his flesh being stretched too much again.
“Oh, ok,” the voice said before they heard footsteps heading back downstairs.
“That’s a good girl,” Troy said softly, starting to pick up the pace of His fucking.
Kelly’s face went flush with the humiliation of being called a “good girl.” The emotional pain of his manhood being taken from him was almost as bad as the pain in his asshole. He wasn't sure what was worse.
"Fuck, I was right. You're taking all 10" like a fucking slut. Your pussy was made to take big-dicked Men like Me. Why've you been holding out on Me? Saving yourself for marriage?" Troy laughed.
This time, despite how much it hurt, Kelly gasped but clenched his jaw. He didn’t want to make any more noises to cause the other guys to come back upstairs. Troy smiled.
He knew what Kelly was doing. Just to be a total bastard, He wanted to see if He could make Kelly yell out again. Turning Kellys’ muscular ass out so the other guys knew it played right into Troy's massive ego. Kelly wouldn't give Him the pleasure.
Reaching under Kelly, Troy worked His hands up under Kelly’s shirt pinching both his nipples hard, as His hips continued to slam His cock into the boy’s newly cunted hole.
“Fuck yeah. Love those tits, baby. Next time, I'm gonna give you a pearl necklace before i fuck you,” Troy said as He managed to get Kelly’s shirt off him. Kelly stopped fighting him as Troy’s hands continued to squeeze and knead his pecs just like a chicks. Kelly let Him. He just wanted it to be over.
“Now listen closely, faggot,” Troy said no longer whispering.
“When I’m done coring out your pussy, you’re going to grab your stuff and trade it with Jason. You’re staying in My room for the rest of the trip. The next three days I’m going to plow your pussy into oblivion. You won't just learn to love it. You'll learn to crave it.”
Kelly felt a tear roll down his cheek as Troy’s breathing started getting heavier. Kelly had watched enough porno to know what that meant.
“I’d ask you where you want Me to cum, but all you fags are the same,” Troy said groaning loudly as He plowed into His former buddy harder and deeper. All Kelly could do was sob as Troy fucked his manhood away.
“Fuck. I’m coming, you stupid bitch,” Troy said loudly pushing Kelly down hard against the mattress. Kelly lay still as he felt Troy’s cock start to throb, followed by the sudden gush of warm spunk coating his insides. Kelly clenched his jaw as he fought back more tears.
“Oh yeah,” Troy said out loud, His loins spasming from the strength of His orgasm. Shoving His cock in deeper, He asked rhetorically, "How’s it feel being knocked up by a real Man? I'm guessing you're loving it. I told you that you were just another chick.”
Kelly didn’t answer Him, nor did Troy expect him to. Pulling out unceremoniously, Troy rubbed His slimy cock on Kelly’s ass cheeks before putting His jeans back on.
“Pull yourself together fag. The guys will be looking for us. But don’t worry, this isn’t the end of it. I have yet to get your mouth on My cock. I bet you'll love that just as much. A load down your throat to match the one I just squirted up your pussy,” he said throwing a towel to Kelly.
“Now, get dressed and get your shit over to my room. If Jason says something, tell him I want the roommate change. Don’t worry. He’ll know why. You aren’t the first pussy I turned out in our group,” Troy added, grinning. Kelly wasn’t sure if he was relieved to hear that or sorry that Jason had to go through what he just did.
“You got that, boy?” Troy demanded.
"Yeah," Kelly said quietly.
"Yeah, what faggot?" Troy barked at him.
“Yes, Sir,” Kelly said in the same voice that an 8-year-old boy would use who had just been discipline by his father. Troy smiled.
He had guessed right. Not only was his buddy a fag, but a submissive one. And with that ass, he was going to be a well-used one. When they got back to the city, Troy decided that He’d get Kelly’s pussy trained properly. With help from the other guys of course.
The timing may have been terrible for Kelly. For Troy, it was perfect timing to guarantee a great weekend. But then again, Alphas, even toxic ones, have a way of making things happen, just how and when they want it to.
Seduced: "Predator and Prey"
Sean knew it was a mistake to come to the beach with his friends when he saw David. He had a smirk on his face as he stared at Sean intently. Sean looked down unable to maintain eye contact. David made him doubt himself. Made him unable to think clearly. David challenged everything about Sean's world.
You couldn’t really say they had a past. They had met a couple of times at mutual friend's houses. David had made clear His interest in Sean. Sean thought he had made it clear that David was overstepping boundaries, that Sean was committed to his boyfriend Brian.
Other people's commitments meant nothing to David. If he wanted something or even someone, He just took it. Last time, it was Brian’s former boyfriend. That is why Brian had insisted Sean stay away from David. And so it went, David watching Sean’s every move, studying him, touching his ass, grabbing his nipples, invading his personal space.
Sean did his best to make sure he was never alone or out of sight of Brian when David was around. That is, until the moment he went back to the beach house to get dry towels for the guys. Suddenly, David was behind Sean, one hand pulling the boy into Him, the other grabbing Sean’s throat firmly.
"You’ve been avoiding Me, but I have you now. You've been teasing me all weekend long parading around in those tight speedos, your perky ass calling out to My cock like a bitch in heat. I told you what would happen when I caught you alone. I hope you like it rough and raw, because that's how I'm going to fuck you," David said, grinding His hard cock against the boy's ass.
“Please, David. My boyfriend is just over there. He doesn’t like me being around You,” Sean said, reaching back and feeling David's crotch. Fuck, it was twice the size of his boyfriend's.
“I don’t blame him. He knows that I’ve had my eyes on you. He knows I want to fuck you. He also knows I always get what I want. You're no different. After I've knocked you up and My cum is leaking down the inside of your thigh, you can go tell your boyfriend that I fucked you better than he ever could. Tell him I said I am going to do it again, as many times as I want," David growled in the boy’s ear.
"No, David. I don't want you to fuck me," Sean said unconvincingly.
He could feel his resistance breaking down. He wanted to do the right thing by his boyfriend, but he loved aggressive dominant guys, especially hung ones. Neither of which his boyfriend is, and both of which David had in spades.
"What you want doesn't matter to Me. All that matters to Me is being between your legs. That I fuck you so long and hard that you can barely walk back to your pathetic excuse of a boyfriend. The only thing that matters is that he knows what I did to you. I want him to smell My sex on you," David told him as He slipped His hand down the back of Sean's speedos and in between his ass cheeks. Sean put his hand around David's wrist as if to pull him off, but he couldn't do it.
"Please David, don't do this," Sean pleaded, knowing he couldn't stop David. Not because he couldn't fight back, but because he knew that deep down he didn't want to. Sean felt David pushing the boy's ass cheeks apart with His thick mushroom head. Sean could feel that David's cock was already slick with His precum.
"You know you want it. I can feel your heart racing. I can feel the heat of your cunt as I rub My cock against your hole," David said.
"David, please. Don’t do this. I promised him. He’s going to break up with me if he finds out," Sean said, almost whimpering.
“Then I’ll make sure and tell him Myself. He doesn't deserve a sexy little fuck boy like you, but I do. I want you and I will have you,” He said as He pushed His swollen cock into the boy's hole. Sean gasped as he felt his hole slowly opening up. He may have said he didn't want it, but his body was betraying him. David felt it too and smiled.
“David, please. I rode up here with Brian. Don’t make me do this. He’ll throw me out,” Sean said as he felt David’s cock slowly pushing into him even further.
“Good. You're My bitch now. Tonight, you'll sleep in My bed with My cock buried deep inside you,” David said, biting Sean on the neck hard enough to leave a mark. Sean groaned, a mixture of pleasure and pain.
“Please David, if you’re going to do this, make sure this is what You really want. You're making me give up everything for You. I need to know that You are going to make me Your boy,” Sean said, as he felt David’s cock pushing into him until it was all the way in. He couldn’t believe that he was letting David fuck him raw. He didn't even let Brian do that.
“This is what I want. And this is what you need. In fact, I’m betting you’ll love being fucked by Me so much, you’ll dump him before I even get the chance to tell him how I stole you from him,” David whispered in Sean's ear as He began to slowly but forcefully thrust the full length of His cock in and out of the boy. Sean moaned loudly.
“Your pussy feels so good on My cock, baby boy. Grip My cock with your pussy. Show Me how much you love it,” David commanded. Sean squeezed his ass muscles.
“Are you loving My cock up inside you?” Sean shook his head affirmatively.
“I’m getting close. Your pussy just feels too damn good. I’m going to cum inside you, mark you as My boy,” David said, his thrusts getting faster and harder. Sean moaned.
"This is it, baby boy. I’m about to cream your pussy. Tell Me to stop, and I will," David offered, knowing the boy was too far gone.
“No,” Sean said loudly, desperately. He had to feel David’s load shooting inside him.
"Whose pussy am I fucking?" David asked, grabbing Sean's hips and driving His cock as deep in the boy as He could. Sean could feel Him flooding his insides with His spunk.
"Yours. All yours," Sean said groaning with pleasure, as he came almost at the same time.
David pulled him down into the sand, careful not to let His cock slip out of Sean. Holding him, David gently kissed the back of his neck.
“You belong to Me now,” David told him gently. Sean kissed David’s forearms as he shook his head “Yes.”
The decision had been made for him. Sean said nothing more, offered nothing but all of himself and his body to the young Alpha.
He loved Brian, but he needed David.