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Let me stress that this is a fantasy: An alpha bear of a man takes me and decides to turn me into his ideal man. He covers my body with tattoos, some for the ascetic while others degrade me. Anything that can be pierced is. He shaves my head and forces my beard to grow, and he uses it to control me like a leash. He sells my cum to sperm banks and keeps the money, milking me for cash. He then has a man experiment on my balls, sterilizing me, and sells the video to other men. He might even castrate me. He subjects me to hypnosis files and controls my mind, dumming me down until I'm just an object to fuck or to be fucked by. Again, this is a twisted fantasy. You wanted dark. Well, here's the dark.

@Jaygusher I'm going to join the other men and emphasize our NEED (not want) for more of this story. I need to see the grandpa not recognizing his grandson a year later. He goes over to see his neighbor's toy, seeing someone he can't recognize, and then fucks the shit out of him. Maybe he realizes at the last second, but he ends up admiring what has been done to him. Even bring the father into the mix, maybe. We DESPERATELY NEED more!

I just want Sir Doug to have a sub-slave he can use. I just hope he gets what he needs!

There needs to be a difference between loving sex and being addicted to sex. That's the issue I'm seeing here. Yes, you can love sex and feel as if you're having sex all the time. You may even like to think of yourself as an addict because the idea gets you hot. That isn't addiction exactly. Addiction, in a simple definition as it is explained well in posts above, is when there is something the person does that creates a harm to their life. This can include actual physical harm, but it can also be a harm that causes issues in their everyday life. If your desire to have sex has created issues at work where you've gotten in trouble for sex-related issues, skipping work to have sex multiple times, or have harassed someone, then there could be cause to see your issue as being an addiction. There is a film called "Thanks for Sharing" that examines people with sex addiction. It shows a range of people, but it shows how these people are actually struggling with their addiction because it has created issues for them in how they need to live. They can't hold down jobs. They find their behaviors to be self-destructive. That last issue is the one that some men here may find a connection; is trying to get a disease considered self-destructive behavior. I think many would say that it is. Overall, it's a complicated issue. Not everyone is going to agree. The medical field doesn't even agree the whole time. Basically, if you find that your life suffers because you can't stop thinking about or having sex, then maybe you do have an addiction. It's up to you to decide if you want help or if you love living the way you are.

It's not odd being attracted to someone you hardly know. That happens a lot. There are men on here I've been attracted to without much interaction outside of seeing their profile pics. We see people at bars and we like them, urging us to approach and talk. It's how it goes. Yes, you do have to be careful as it is a workplace and you don't want to do something that gets HR involved. Be friendly. Find out information about him without doing so in a creepy way that shows that you're trying to gain information. Simply, get to know him. If you find out that he's gay and may have some interest in you, then go for it. Also, his cold behavior could be a sign of social awkwardness.

When I bottom, I love seeing the guy fucking me. Not that I need to be looking at him the whole time. Part of what gets me off is the guy fucking me. However, I'd love the chance of being blindfolded, fucked for hours, feeling the cum leaking out my hole and down my legs, not knowing what men breeded me. Image walking down the street not knowing if one of the guys who fucked you is passing you at that moment. Or, if he's sitting in a meeting with you. That is hot. Maybe one day...

In response to this post and your previous one, thank you. Yes, we love the fantasy of a huge cock. We love the idea of a normal guy having an 8' cock with "large" reaching a foot long. It gets us hard thinking about it. I get it. I do that too. The reality of the world is that anything 7 and larger is big. Even 6 is slightly above average. If only 9 is big for you, you're a lucky bastard. I'm not here to diminish the fantasy. My own stories on here have most men packing significant sizes. The message to all men is that what you've got is good. Use it well.

Hairy men who are 40-70 are the hottest. There's no debate. I love them.

Most men freeze it, from what I've seen. I think it dries up at room temperature if there isn't a lot of it. The consistency changes. I'm no expert.

Read it all in one go! Fucking hot story!

My cock's girth is slightly above average, so I'm proud of that. Honestly, I'm proud of my eyes. I'm insanely attracted to men's eyes, so, for me, this falls into this category. A man's naked body I can see only during certain times. His eyes I can see anytime.

Wish I could be there in your office to help! Regardless, enjoy!

He's one of the first pornstars I became familiar with, having watched him in so many videos that got me hard and shooting. I couldn't believe such a sexy man like him could exist. He fucks incredibly, but there's a darkness to him that is always turning me on.

It's still Sunday, and instead of saving this for next week, I've decided to give it to you now, knowing I left you on a cliffhanger. Enjoy! Part 40: Pastor Fucks Pastor (Pastor Kline’s Perspective) I sat in my living room, sick to my stomach, my mind playing over everything that happened since I saw Ben. He’d told me about his wife and the tension he had felt. He told me about how proud he was of Will. He told me about his son Jay and how he thought he was… free? I couldn’t understand why he had left the way he did. Had I said something I shouldn’t have? Was it possible that maybe he knew how I felt about him? Did he know that I’d only contacted him in the hopes of something happening between us? Did he know that I’m gay? Did he know that I’ve slept with his son? Did he know that his son had pozzed me? Did he— There was a knocking on my door, pulling me back from the catastrophe of the day. Another knocking brought me to my feet and running to the door. “Hello?” “Mark?” “Ben?” I unlocked the door, but before I could open it, the door flew open and Ben stormed inside, the door bouncing back. He pushed past me, his manner manic. He looked disheveled, his shirt untucked, his tie loosened. His hair was messed up. He looked so different from the man I had seen earlier that day. “Ben, what’s wrong?” “I can’t,” he said, moving further into my home, circling, pacing. “I can’t. I can’t.” “You can’t what?” I asked. “What’s wrong?” “I can’t keep doing this,” he said, turning to me, his eyes wide. “I just… I can’t keep…” “Ben, what’s wrong?” I grabbed his shoulders, trying to stop his moving. He was breathing heavily, his eyes slightly red. “Are you alright? What’s going on?” “I’m a horrible person,” he said. “What? No, you’re not.” “Yes, I am,” he said. “I’m horrible. I’m a horrible person.” “No, you’re not.” “I’ve always been a horrible person,” he said. “Ben, sit down.” I brought him to a chair, helping him to sit as he tried to slow his breathing. “Do you want something to drink?” “No,” he said. “I’m fine. I’m fine.” “Are you sure?” I asked, sitting across from him. He started to nod, but he quickly started shaking his head. “I feel… I feel so… so… ashamed!” “Why?” I asked. “Because,” he said. “There’s a darkness in my heart that I can’t remove.” “What are you talking about?” “I’ve tried to pray it away,” he said. “I tried to smother it. I tried to hide it so far down inside me so it wouldn’t come back.” “What are you talking about?” “My son,” Ben said, “I’ve always looked down on him. I’ve always looked at him as if he was something awful, someone who I should be ashamed of.” “I don’t understand,” I said. “What has Will—” “Not Will,” he said, staring at me, confused. “Jay.” “Jay?” Ben shook his head. “I always knew my son was wild. He turned from his faith long ago. He ran as far from me as he could. I built a wall up against him, wanting to distance myself from him and his choices. Whenever we speak, it’s strained. He hates me.” “He doesn’t hate you.” “He does,” Ben said. “I just spoke to him. I called him. Even before I could really say a word, he shouted at me and hung up. He didn’t even let me explain to him that I… that I…” “That you what?” Ben stared at me. “He doesn’t know that he and I are exactly the same.” “What? What do you mean?” Ben’s chin shook as he held back tears. “I’m not the pure man you think I am. I’m not good. I’ve… I’ve sinned. I’ve sinned so many times.” “Ben, we all have,” I said. “All men have—” “No,” Ben shouted, sending me back. “I’m not a good, pure man. Before you met me, before I went to college, I… I wasn’t pure. I hadn’t kept myself pure for my wife.” I stared at him, his words sinking in. “You weren’t… a virgin?” Ben hung his head. “I slept with my girlfriend at the time, but not only her. I slept with dozens of women. I couldn’t help myself. I couldn’t stop. There was this… urge inside me. I couldn’t keep myself clean. My sexual deviance consumed my thoughts.” “Ben, you were a young man,” I said. “All young men, all men have strong sexual urges.” “But I’m not meant to,” he said. “I’m a man of God. I’m meant to be pure. I’m meant to resist all sexual urges, but I couldn’t. My son… my son is just like me. I see so much of myself in him. I see his choices as my own. But that’s not the worst part. The worst part is… is…” “Is what?” He looked at me, a tear running down his cheek. “I want to be him.” I leaned back in my chair. “What?” “I want to live like him,” Ben said. “I know it’s wrong. I know that I’m a married man with sons. I know that I’m meant to be a respectable man, a godly man everyone is meant to look up to, but that’s not who I am inside. All I want is what my son has. He is free. He sleeps with anyone he wants. He does whatever he wants without the fear of ramifications.” I watched in awe as Ben’s moral compass collapsed. I saw him crave the sin Jay and Will bathed in. I saw him struggling with the same darkness that had tortured my soul for decades. Never, in all the years I had craved this man, had I believed him to be as sinful as me. As sinful as Jay. As sinful as Will. Well, I thought, knowing the deepest secret we all hid deep inside ourselves, not as sinful as he might think. “I tried to tell my son,” Ben said. “I tried to confess to him, to Jay. I wanted to speak to someone, hoping he wouldn’t judge me. I didn’t want Will to know, to look at me any differently, but even Jay wouldn’t listen. He hates me so much that he doesn’t even want to speak to me.” “He feels hurt,” I said. “He feels—” “He’s gay,” Ben said. “What?” “Jay,” Ben continued. “He told me he’s gay. He said it as if it was one final slap to my face. He said it to hurt me. He said it to make me hate him.” Ben covered his face with his hands, his breathing heavy. “He still doesn’t know that… that I am… that I’m also…” I reached out and pried his hands off his face, holding his chin steady. His tearful eyes stared into mine. I leaned forward, moving carefully, and lightly pressed my lips on his. It was the moment I had always hoped for. It was the moment I had always desired more than anything. In that moment, I knew I was risking everything, just as he had with his confession. I waited, only my lips moving, only my desire made known. I started to pull back, my heart sinking, knowing I had read the situation wrong. I had been entirely wrong. “Ben, I—” Ben grabbed my head and pulled me into a deep kiss, holding me tight. I could taste him. I finally found myself pulled into the hold of the first person I ever truly loved. His hands let me go, our lips parting. I moved back, watching his face as I saw him thinking over everything he had just done. It was brief, but there was a small smile. “I hope I read that right,” I said, clearing my throat. Ben laughed, wiping tears away. “Yes,” he said. “You read that right.” “Good,” I said. “If I hadn’t, I would have just fucked up my life.” “That’s funny. I was thinking the same thing.” “Don’t worry,” I told him. “I won’t tell anyone anything. I promise. Your secret is safe with me.” Ben nodded, collecting his composure. “Can I tell you something?” I asked. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time. I mean, a long time. Decades.” “Really?” Ben said. “Well, I can’t exactly say the same thing, but I’m flattered.” “Haven’t you ever… you know… been with another man?” “No,” Ben said, a bit too loud. “I’m sorry. No, I haven’t. Like I said, I only ever slept with women. Then I got married. After that, I’m ashamed to say, I slept with several more women.” “From your church?” “No,” he said. “Never someone I knew. I only ever slept with women who were strangers to me, women I’d never see again. I couldn’t silence my urges, but I made sure the truth wouldn’t hunt me down.” “The truth always does,” I told him. Ben nodded. “At some point in my life,” he said, “there came a time when my sexual urges started to change, to transform. I started noticing the men around me. I started feeling a sexual pull toward them. I tried to trick myself into believing that it was only because I had started to keep myself contained. I had tried, once my sons were born and growing, to keep myself true to my wife. The way she treats me now is how she has always treated me. I’ve always found myself running from her. I tried to believe that she was the reason for why I felt this way toward other men. I prayed. I prayed for God to silence the urges, but they wouldn’t disappear. Instead, they grew stronger. I lusted after the men of my church. I wanted them. I tried to create scenarios in which one of them would find himself alone with me, discovering desires they never knew they had. I wanted another man to want me.” “But you never did?” “Never. I fought hard, especially once Will became a pastor. I didn’t want to shame him, but everything Jay did with his life only fueled the fire inside me. I saw the life he lived, and I wanted it. I wanted it so badly. My wife and I haven’t had sex in years. My urges started to grow stronger. For some reason, as we talked today, I found them rising back to the surface, stronger than ever before.” “And your son being gay…” “Jay and I are more alike than I already knew,” he said. “I think I owe him an apology.” “Maybe,” I said. I reached out my hands, holding his. “Now that you’ve told me all of this, what now?” “What do you mean?” “I mean, what do you think you owe yourself?” Ben looked deep into my eyes, and I got lost in his. “I'm here with you,” he finally said. “If you’ll have me.” I smiled, nodding. I stood up and started toward the stairs, Ben following behind. As we walked, I started to unbutton my shirt and undue my belt, Ben following my lead. I wanted to relish the sight of this gorgeous man stripping his clothing, revealing himself to me for the first time. Here we were, two men of God, casting off the costumes that we wore for the world, revealing to each other the true passion beneath. “Are you sure?” I asked as we reached the bedroom door, only our underwear remaining. “What does this tell you?” Ben grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into a deep, passionate kiss, his tongue exploring my own, tasting me. We stumbled into the bedroom, and I fell back onto the bed, looking up at the gorgeous man standing in front of me. No, he wasn’t as fit as Will or Jay, but he was just as hairy, and his body was, to me, the greatest sight I’d ever seen. I pulled my underwear off, revealing my body to him, allowing him to see the man he had revealed his soul to. Ben smiled as he looked at me, filling me with an overwhelming rush of joy, almost orgasmic. “I hope you won’t be disappointed,” Ben said, moving his hands to the waistband of his underwear. “I could never be,” I said. “You could never disappoint me.” He slid his underwear down, letting them fall to the floor, kicking them out the door and into the hall, grabbing my own and throwing them out too. I stared at his body, my eyes falling down to his magnificent cock which was already getting hard. It looked as if he was the thickness of Jay but also the length of Will, creating the perfect example of a penis. His balls, the source of two of the sexiest men I knew, hung low and were of a considerable size. “What do you think?” he asked, reaching down and giving his dick a tug. “I think it’s the most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen,” I told him. “No wonder you fucked so many women. With a cock like that, what other choice do you have?” Ben smiled and then climbed up onto the bed, hovering over me, looking down with a burning passion I couldn’t wait to be consumed by. He leaned down and kissed me, his body pressed against mine. I was consumed by his warmth, my hands reaching for his back so I could pull him down on me. I wanted to ravage him, to explore every aspect of his body until there wasn’t anything of Ben Ryder that I didn’t know by heart. “Wow,” he said, breaking the kiss. “You have really wanted this.” “You have no idea,” I said. Ben looked down at his cock, a steady stream of precum leaking out. “Looks like I won’t be needing any lube. Unless, you have some…” “No,” I said. “I’m fine. I trust you.” Ben smiled, kissed me again, and then pushed himself back up, towering over me. He looked like a god. “Ready?” “I’ve been ready for years,” I told him, my legs lifted up, revealing my hole. “I’ll go slow,” he said, directing his cock head toward my puckered hole. “Don’t,” I told him. “I can’t wait. I need you inside me.” Ben smiled and then pressed his cock against my hole, forcing his thick, burning dick into my body. I felt myself shaking, months of being fucked by Will, Peter, and Dom not enough to open my body to a man as magnificent as Ben. “Are you alright?” he asked. “Keep going,” I said. Ben hadn’t mentioned anything about a condom, and I didn’t want him to notice as the high of the moment had not yet disappeared. If I kept him inside of me and got him fucking my ass, he’d fail to notice, and I’d feel him shoot his load deep inside my guts. I could feel every inch entering me. I watched as his face contorted to the waves of pleasure coursing through his body as he entered me, filling me. “Fuck me,” I told him, his eyes meeting mine. “Fuck me hard.” Ben smiled. “I’ve waited so long for a man to tell me that,” he said. He started thrusting into me, his cock hitting my prostate and driving me wild. Everything I had felt when I had been fucked by Will was multiplied as the man of my deepest desires drove his cock deep into my body, filling me in ways no one else ever could. I watched the sweat pouring down Ben’s face, admiring his heaving chest as he kept up the pace, drilling my hole. He fucked just as well, if not better, than the men half his age. He was everything I ever wanted, and now I had him. “Oh fuck,” I moaned. “Oh, fuck me!” “You like that?” “Fuck me harder,” I cried. “You want my load?” he taunted. “Here it comes.” I was lost in the moment, knowing that I was to be filled with the seed of this righteous man. Every hope I had ever had in connection with this moment was being fulfilled. “Dad?” I heard the voice, and I instantly knew who was standing in the doorway. I sat up, grabbing for sheets, trying to cover myself as my eyes rested on the shocked expression of Will Ryder. I watched as he looked from me to Ben, time slowing down around us. Ben climbed off the bed, turning to his son, his cock, swelling from his needed release, ejaculating ropes of his cum all over the floor. ___________________________________________________________________ I tried several versions of how to get Ben to this point and into Pastor Kline's bed. I hope this didn't disappoint. I know there's a lot of dialogue, but I felt it was needed. I couldn't just have Ben jump into bed with no consideration for how he got there. Anyway, thanks for reading this far!

Nevermind. I started writing, and it all came out. Here you go. Part 39: Ben Ryder (Pastor Kline’s Perspective) “Hello?” “Hey, Mark. It’s me,” Will said over the phone. “Am I interrupting anything?” “Nothing,” I told him, examining myself in a mirror. “In fact, I just sent my wife off to visit her sister for two weeks.” “Sounds like that’ll leave your ass open for the rest of us,” Will said. “Peter will want to see you.” “Is his dick ready to fuck?” I asked. “Maybe not,” he said. “But you know there’s no stopping Peter. Not now, anyway.” “Yeah,” I said, looking myself over, taking in my dress pants, my buttoned shirt, and my tie. I looked good. I felt good. “Lucky man.” “A horny man,” he said. “And it’s his own fault for piercing his own dick with his wedding ring.” “Do you…” I started, stopping as the thought got caught in my throat. “Do you ever find yourself… jealous of him?” “Jealous of Peter?” he said. “I mean, the PA does look hot, and he can cum a lot.” “Not that,” I said. “Not his hyperspermia. I mean, the fact that he’s out. He’s living his life now, the way he wants to.” “Oh,” Will said. I could hear the weight in his voice, the realization setting in. “I don’t know. I mean, yeah, he got rid of his wife, but, I mean, he’s not exactly… free. He’s hiding out at Wade’s house. He left his job and has no money. Everyone but us is talking to him, and even we have to do it in secret. I don’t know, Mark. I don’t really think I’m feeling jealous of him.” “I guess you’re right,” I said. “Still, I can’t help but think—” “I know it’s hard,” Will said. “But don’t go off and do something stupid. Yes, it worked out well with Peter, Lewis, and your son, but we can’t keep pushing our luck. It won’t take long before we go too far.” “You’re right,” I said, walking to my front door, my keys in hand. “We’ll be smart.” I ended the call and walked out the door. __ I sat at the table, my heart racing, my mind spinning, an ache in my stomach causing me to feel sick. What if Will was right? What if I had pushed my luck too far? What if I was putting not only myself but everyone else at risk? Had I made a mistake? “Mark? Mark Kline, is that you?” I looked up and nearly fell out of my chair as I saw the face of a man I hadn’t seen in decades. I stood up, my legs feeling weak while my extended hand shook. It was suddenly remarkable to me that I hadn’t noticed it before. How had I never noticed how similar Will looked to his father? “Ben,” I said, grabbing his hand and shaking it. He had a firm grip, and I nearly came thinking about how amazing his hand would feel stroking my cock, grasping my balls, taking hold of my neck. “It’s great to see you.” “And you,” he said, taking a seat. “I hope you haven’t been waiting here long.” “Not at all,” I said. The waitress came over and took our orders, my order almost missed as my attention was stolen by Ben. “Where’s your wife?” I asked. “Isn’t she coming?” “She’s at home,” Ben said. “My wife isn’t one who likes traveling, even if it is to see her own son preach. Granted, we’ve seen him do it before, but it’s almost a sin that we haven’t seen him in his, I’m sorry, his and your church.” “It’s a good distance,” I said, happy at hearing the news that he was alone. “My wife prefers everyone journeying to see her,” he said, rolling his eyes. The waitress brought us our drinks. “That might be why we’ve never managed to make the connection that you work with Will before now.” “I’m sorry to hear that she’s not with you,” I lied. “It would have been good to meet her.” “Well, between you and me,” he said, leaning forward, his cologne wafting into my nose and ensnaring my senses, “I’m happy to be here alone.” My cock jumped. “Why’s that?” “Mark, let me tell you now before you get to be sitting where I’m sitting,” Ben said. “Retirement isn’t as wonderful as it seems. I used to have something to do with my day, serving a purpose, spending hours in my office, but now I’m left listening to my wife jabber on about all these people I don’t know or don’t care about. She’s constantly nagging at me to get up and do something, but once I do, she’s nagging at me to relax. She wants us to join all these elderly groups, as if I’m one foot in the grave. I’m still a young man. Well, I’m a man who isn’t locked up in a retirement home. I can’t get a word in even if my life depended on it. It’s exhausting. That’s why I was so happy to hear from you. You’re giving me a chance to escape for a few days.” “You’re giving me a lot to look forward to.” Ben smiled. “I’m almost tempted to order a drink with alcohol in it,” he said. “Don’t let me stop you,” I joked, wishing he would, letting his guard down. It’s not that I wanted him drunk, but if he was a bit looser, it would make everything considerably easier. “I shouldn’t,” he said. “Glad to hear it,” I said. “Not glad that you’re feeling that way about your wife. That’s not what I mean. I mean, I’m glad you could make the trip. I’m glad it’s going to give you the time away you need.” “Thanks,” he said. “You’re married too, right?” I nodded. “Do you ever feel like you’re… what’s the right word…?” “Stifled?” I joked. “That’s one of the words to use,” Ben said, laughing. “I know it sounds horrible, especially since we’re both pastors, but I sometimes just want to… well, never mind.” “Want to what?” I urged, my mind enraptured by every word he had to say. I had missed seeing this man speak, watching his lips, noticing his strong chin which was darkened by stubble. I remember watching him in college, wishing I could kiss his chin, even suckle on his prominent Adam’s apple. I simply wanted a taste of him. Will wasn't enough for me, anymore. I needed the real thing. I needed the source. “Sometimes I just want to run away,” he said. For a moment, there was a look on his face, a look of shock at hearing those words come out of his mouth. Then, for an even briefer moment, I saw a slight smile at the thought. “Sometimes, I don’t know, I just wish I could disappear for a while, be on my own, shirk off all those responsibilities. Is that awful?” “No,” I said. “Do you ever feel like that?” I smiled. “Often, unfortunately. Maybe it’s the job. Maybe it’s just marriage. I have felt like that, though.” “And what helped you through it?” he asked. “Honestly,” I said, “your son. Will helped me.” “Will helped you through it?” Ben laughed. “And how did he manage to do that?” Memories of my legs pulled to my chest, Will’s naked body on top of me, his dick slamming into my hole, filling me up with his poz seed filled my mind, and my cock got hard again. Mixing with those memories were the imaginings of Ben on top of me, his naked, sweaty body writhing as he filled me with his cock. All the nights I spent with Will fucking me, all the days I spent sucking him off in his office, all solidified in my mind. “He… helped me tap into a piece of myself that I had always wanted to find. When I was feeling lost, he, and a few other men from the church, helped pull me back to where I needed to be.” “Sounds like my boy did well,” Ben said. “He did very well,” I told him, my hole aching to feel his cock again. “He always does.” “And he still doesn’t know that I’m here?” “I never spoke a word of it to him,” I said. I had already imagined all the scenarios which would play out. While I knew none of them ended as well as I would hope, that didn’t stop me from making sure the plan moved forward. “And you’ve got your own boy?” “I do,” I said. “Ryan. He’s in college.” “And how are you two doing?” “Better now,” I said. “We struggled to connect for a while, but we managed to reconnect recently. Will helped with that, too." I remembered the night of Will fucking Ryan's hole, fucking my son right into me, milking my son's prostate until he shot our family's load deep into my hole. "You could almost say he pushed my son right into my arms.” Ben smiled. “I’m glad to hear that my boy is doing well. I wish his brothers were doing as well as him. My son Zack is married. We’re expecting grandkids soon. I hope they have them to give my wife someone else to worry over. My other son, Jay, is… well, it’s difficult to describe Jay. He’s a lot to handle.” “I’m sure he is,” I said, knowing from experience. “Will has told me all about Jay.” “I’ve always spoken out against Jay,” Ben said. “I’ve always been so hard on him. I sometimes wonder if everything I did caused him to act the way he has. He’s so wild. He’s so uncontrollable. He’s so… he’s so…” Ben’s expression changed again, almost as if he was seeing something clearly for the first time. “He’s so… free. That’s the only word I can’t think of. He’s free.” “Is that a bad thing?” I asked. “Shouldn’t we all, in some way, be free?” Ben looked at me, his brow furrowed, his mind turning over everything he had just told me. Now, more than ever, I could see Will within his father. “I’m sorry,” Ben said, standing up and leaving the table. “Ben,” I called, trying to run after him. “Ben, what’s wrong?” “I’m sorry, Mark,” he said, heading for the door. “I just… I’ve got to go.” “Is it something I said?” I watched as Ben left the restaurant. __ (Will’s perspective) “I’m not sure what’s going on,” I told Dom, circling around Wade’s living room, a fresh load of his cum dripping out of my ass. My own cock was covered in cum, having just shot deep into Wade’s hole as he fisted Peter. Peter’s cock was still too sensitive for him to be fucking anyone, and while we couldn’t stop him from leaking so much precum, we did try to teach him how to orgasm with just his ass and with little cum being ejaculated. “He’ll learn,” Wade had told us. Since Peter had been staying with Wade, the two of them had gotten to be very close. It was almost as if Wade had found someone he could train in all the perverted sexual acts he lived for while Peter had found someone who worshiped his gift for how incredible it made him. Though Peter had since recovered from his conversion, now officially being a poz man, he still tried to keep out of sight until the rumors about him started to die down a bit. So while Dom and I would often spend time at his or my apartment, we were for the present time spending hours with Wade and Peter so we could all fuck as much as our cocks and balls allowed. The only person missing was Pastor Kline. “Do you think something’s wrong?” Dom asked. “I’m not sure,” I told him. “It’s just, when I talked to him on the phone today, he sounded… I don’t know… off.” “Maybe he didn’t want his wife to hear.” “She’s out of town,” I told him. “Maybe he’s sick,” Peter said. “Even when he was converting and on his ass,” I told them, “he still found a way for me to get my cock up his ass. If he’s sick, he’ll manage to be here riding as many cocks as he can.” “Maybe it’s nothing.” I shook my head. “He looked weird even when Peter was getting his cock pierced,” I said. “Something’s going on with him, but I can’t figure out what it is.” “Let’s go find out,” Dom said. We got in my car and drove over to Pastor Kline’s house. We knew his wife was gone, but there was no guarantee that he would be there. Hours had passed since I spoke to him, and there had been no further communication since. “Maybe he’s visiting his son,” Dom said. “Mark's car is here,” I said, pointing it out, failing to notice another car parked nearby. We walked to the door and found that it was slightly ajar, the lights inside still on. I looked at Dom who shrugged, turning back to examine the neighborhood. “There’s another car here. Maybe he’s not alone.” “Someone from church?” I asked, spotting the car without taking the proper time to notice it. “Maybe someone to fuck,” Dom said. We entered the house and started searching, trying to keep quiet so we didn’t scare anyone should he have someone else there. “Will,” Dom whispered, waving me over. He pointed at a trail of clothing leading up the stairs and into the hall. “I think he’s got someone here, and I doubt he’s from church.” “With our church, it’s anyone’s guess,” I said. Dom started up the stairs, but I reached out and grabbed his arm. “What the fuck are you doing?” “I want to see who it is,” Dom said. “He didn’t invite us.” “Exactly,” Dom said. “Think of all the times we invited him over so we could fuck him. We brought him into this world. He can’t just sneak off and fuck someone without at least inviting us to fuck. If not to fuck, to at least watch.” Dom started up the stairs, and though I tried to resist the temptation, I soon found myself right behind Dom, slowly moving down the hall. I noticed the clothing, spotting the undershirts, the socks, the ties, and the underwear. Everything belonged to men, so we knew Pastor Kline was with a man. We got to the door and found it slightly open, the sound of a squeaking bed, strained moans, and skin slapping skin pouring out into the hall. “Let’s see who we’ve got,” Dom said, pushing the door open. Having fucked in Pastor Kline’s bedroom before, I knew where to look, and spotted the two men fucking immediately. I saw the naked skin, Pastor Kline’s legs hoisted up in the air, his hands grasping the arms of the man fucking his ass as hard and as fast as possible. I watched as the man’s hips thrusted forward, Pastor Kline’s legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper into his body. I could see the sweat glistening on their bodies. I could smell the aroma of sex in the air. “Oh fuck,” Pastor Kline moaned. "Oh, fuck me!" “You like that?” Air caught in my lungs as I heard the voice, the scene before me turning upside down. "Fuck me harder!" Everything I had missed, from the car outside to the clothing on the floor to the back of the man’s head, even though now covered in sweat, all became familiar. "You want my load? Here it comes!" My heart felt as if it was about to burst out of my chest. “Dad?” Pastor Kline shot up, scrambling across the bed, pulling at sheets to cover himself. My eyes, however, were focused on the naked man who jumped off the bed, turning around, his thick, hard cock standing straight out. “Will?” my father said. His cock started shooting cum, splattering across the floor between us. _______________________________________________________________________________________________ I told you we'd get here. I promise more of Ben in the next chapter. We may be having a Ryder Threesome in the near future.

I haven't abandoned this story, men. I promise. I'm just having trouble writing the next section. What I have feels like filler, and I'm not sure how to jump without creating confusion. There will be nothing new tonight, but I'm expecting something new next Saturday.

It also depends on whether you want one or two long sessions, edging for hours at a time, or several (4-8) jerk-off sessions where you're quick and done.

If I end up masturbating for a longer period of time (anywhere from an hour to 4), it's usually because I hop from one story to another or one video to another as I keep finding something better to cum to. I keep searching for the "perfect" moment to blow my load.

In a rush, I've been able to cum in 5 minutes. I've been able to go for 3-4 hours, edging and holding off. I think I went 7 hours before without cumming. On average, I try to go for 1-2 hours, reading on BZ or other sites or watching porn, but sometimes I get carried away after 30-45 minutes and can't hold back.

That's a really good question. At what point did someone decide it would be hot to have a hand and then arm shoved up someone's ass? How many men got hurt not knowing that it can cause damage if done without care? There are a lot of questions.

I was talking to a friend who is a doctor about the idea of a man being castrated, and I was shocked by his quick response. He told me that men who have been castrated will often have health issues. I honestly can't remember all the issues he told me, but they were pretty significant. So, if you do go this direction, just know that there is a possibility of this.

Part 10 (Senator Gregory White) “Stand,” the man called Hunter told me, his balls still pressed against my forehead. I could feel them moving. “Sir.” My back felt as if it was on fire, a constant stinging sending chills throughout my body. I felt alive, as if I could feel every aspect of myself in that moment. That’s what I loved about the “third listing” choice. It made me feel things anyone else, any woman I dated, any woman I fucked, couldn’t. Even then, with a stranger’s testicles pressed against my forehead, the smell of his sweat, balls, and penis invading my lungs, I felt as I always wanted to. I felt empowered. I felt as if this was what I needed to do in my life. I was satisfying the ache. My body screamed as I stood, my knees aching from crawling, the leash attached to the collar around my neck hitting my back for a brief moment. I flinched, the muscles in my back crying for relief. Fuck, I loved the feeling. “Stand tall, sir,” the man named Matt said. I could feel the leash being pulled tight, the collar around my neck pulling into my airway and causing me to gag. I stood in front of Hunter, taking in the man who was, in my opinion, the hottest man I’d ever seen, even when compared to Matt. I knew that I was seen as an attractive man, my good looks helping me in the polls. The desire many women had of fucking me drew them to my political side and, often, to my bed. The men who wanted power like mine along with my good looks only furthered that power. If this man was in politics, he’d rule the fucking world. I watched his face, wondering if he recognized me. Sometimes they would, having just seen my face on the news or an election billboard, but they often didn’t. These men had to sign forms, making it known that I’d own their asses and everything they and their family and extended family owned should they tell anyone about the things we did. They knew better, and it got me hard knowing I could do whatever I wanted to them, and they couldn’t tell anyone anything. Sometimes, I thought these men liked knowing who I was to the world, a man who spoke against the gay community in public but then got fucked by gay men in private. This gave them an energy when they were fucking me, almost punishing me for the things I said or did against them in the public eye. “Shall we begin, sir?” Matt asked, his mouth next to my ear, whispering. It sent chills down my spine, causing more pain. I nodded. Matt handed the leash to Hunter who took it, pulling me closer to him, wrapping it around his hand until I was made to stand less than an inch from his face. “Tonight, sir,” Hunter started, “we hope to bring you to the next level of your sexual experience. You will be fucking Matt’s ass while I will be fucking yours. By the end of tonight, we hope to have drained your balls of all the cum possible. Is that to your liking?” I nodded, feeling my heart racing at the thought of this man’s large member opening me up, possibly splitting me in two. I turned and saw Matt lying on his back on my bed, his hands pulling his legs back over his chest, revealing his puckered hole. And I’ll split him in two, I thought, my cock jumping at the thought. He had a tight ass, the kind of ass you dreamed of making your own. “It’s time,” Matt said, winking at me. I looked to Hunter who nodded, leading me over to the bed. “I’m all lubed up, sir,” Matt said, reaching down to run his hand over his hole. “I need you to fuck me harder than you’ve ever fucked anyone before. Are you ready?” I nodded, climbing onto the bed and pulling his legs around my sides, feeling them pulling me in. I ran my hands along his legs, feeling the muscles beneath. The bed shook behind me as Hunter climbed onto the mattress, his impressive size coming behind me, looming over like a god. I looked back and down, seeing his hard cock standing straight out, aiming for my ass. Now, seeing it nearly within me, I found myself nervous at the pain which would be breaking my body. “I’m lubed up, sir,” Hunter said, whispering in my ear. His hand reached around and handed the leash to Matt who took it and then held it between his teeth, growling at me. “Shall we begin?” I moved forward and lined my dick up with Matt’s hole, watching as his hole opened, welcoming me inside. Carefully, I pushed inside, feeling his body pulling me in, almost begging for my cock to enter him. Matt smiled, winking at me. Fuck, this man was gorgeous. “Hands behind your back,” Hunter said. I did as I was told, feeling a fabric wrapping around my wrists, binding them together. “This tie looks better on you like this,” Hunter told me, his warm breath on my neck before I felt him kissing along my shoulder. “I’m going to enter you, sir. As you’ve seen already, I’m a large man, and my penis is even larger. I’ll be careful, but this will hurt. Are you ready?” I nodded, my heart racing even faster than before. I needed this. I wanted this. “Remember,” Hunter said, his one arm wrapping around my chest while his free hand moved his dick to my hole, “you’ve earned this.” (Hunter) I pressed my dick against the senator’s hole and forced my way inside, holding onto his arms as I felt him fighting against my major intrusion. The muscles in his arms tensed along with the muscles in his back. I looked down at Matt who, even with the leash in his mouth, was smiling. Clearly, with the senator’s dick already far into his ass, he felt as if he was going to win this wishboning. Sensing that he could be right, I forced the entirety of my dick into his ass, causing him to jump. “GAH!” Senator White cried, the gag keeping him silent enough. I smiled. It’s funny, I thought. He still thinks this is about him and what he wants. He hasn’t figured out that we captured him between a rock and a hard place. He’s stuck between two men who only want to use him for his life. “I love when I get a man with a tight hole,” I said, watching as Matt’s ass was filled with a worthless, neg cock. Matt pulled the leash into his hand, pulling the senator’s body closer to him. “I love when my tight hole gets filled with a big, throbbing dick.” He looked directly into my eyes and smiled. “I can already feel him leaking inside me.” While Senator White tried to fuck Matt’s ass, he quickly became a tool between us to use. I slammed my dick into the senator’s ass, forcing him into Matt’s hole. We made him into a human condom, the only type of condom I’d ever use. “How’s that feel, sir?” I asked, grabbing his neck, my hands wrapping over the collar. I admire the leather digging into his skin. Senator White moaned, his body covered in sweat. I could feel his heartbeat on my cock, but I couldn’t tell if his body was closer to surrendering to me or to Matt. Just because I would be fucking the neg cum out of the senator’s body and into Matt’s ass, that didn’t mean Matt would win the game. Either way, we’d both get off, but only one of us would be the one to poz his body and change his life forever. “Fuck my hole,” Matt cried out, pulling on the leash. “Fill me up with that cock. Blow your load deep in my gay ass!” I undid the gag, pulling it from the senator’s mouth, hearing instantly his moans as Matt milked his cock and I pulverized his prostate. “How’s that feel, sir?” “Fuck me,” he cried, panting, trying to catch his breath. “Fuck me harder!” I looked at Matt, winking. “If you say so.” I reached down and grabbed his bound hands with one hand and then slammed my other palm onto his back, making sure to catch the reddest skin where I knew it would sting. Matt pulled on the leash, bringing the senator’s face down to Matt’s chest where he held him down, securing him as I assaulted his ass. “What the FUCK!” Senator White screamed, wriggling between us, trying to break free of our combined hold. “You can’t fight us now, Senator,” Matt said, his legs moving up and wrapping around his back, pinning his arms down. “You know we know who you are,” I said, feeling his heartbeat moving toward my own, my body flushed with a pulsing heat. “We’ve been waiting to find a man like you to teach a lesson.” “Did you think you could spout your hate on TV,” Matt said, “and fuck us in the dark? Not anymore, you fucker.” “It’s time for everyone to know the type of man you really are,” I said, my heartbeat quickening, his own racing to meet my own. Matt looked at me, and in that look, I could tell that he knew he had lost the fuck. The senator was mine. I slammed into his hole, feeling our bodies syncing as his balls twisted in his sack, ridding himself of his neg, homophobic cum, turning his balls into carriers of my strain. Senator White’s body shook over Matt’s body, his neck straining against the collar. Matt released him, the senator’s body shooting up, his head thrown back. “Fuck, I hate losing,” Matt said, his hole still getting fucked by the senator’s changing, unaware body. “But I love watching them surrender to your cock.” “That’s fucking right,” I said, dragging my nails down the senator’s back, creating marks and drawing blood from his already abused back. “Who claimed your hole?” “You did,” the senator said, tears starting to stream down his face. “Who is about to fill your hole with poz cum?” “You will.” “Whose balls are going to transform and brew my special, toxic cum?” “My balls.” “And whose life is now fucked forever as I infect every part of his body and mind, taking his life for my own?” “My life,” the senator said. “I didn’t hear that,” I growled, grabbing his head and turning it back, making sure I could see the tears as they fell down his cheeks. “My life,” he said again. “Sir.” “That’s fucking right!” I slammed into him, my cum filling his body, changing his DNA, making his balls mine, and ruining his life. I could see every aspect of his life, all the choices he made to become the lying politician hated by so many and fucked by many others in secret. I saw the women he lied to and the men he used. I could feel the ache he pushed down, refusing to acknowledge as his true self. I saw him rising in his political career, lying his way into a leader of the Republican Party. I could see him running for president, winning, and making life a living hell for anyone who considered themselves gay. I could see him still using men for his own purpose, but unlike myself, I didn’t hide. He was a poison, and I was ending his toxicity with my own. As I saw his future disappear, I found myself holding his head tight, my lips to his ears, my words entering his mind. “You will continue to serve as you have,” I told him, seeing the reality unfold as I spoke it into existence. “You will work without drawing suspicion from the other members of your party, but you’re changed now. Your body, your life, is mine. I am your god now. You will fuck as many of the men as you can, undoing everything you say you fight for, revealing yourselves to be the worst of hypocrites. You will use my toxic cum to poison the men who wish to tear us down. Do you understand your new purpose?” “Yes,” he said, the image of the senator fucking every male politician imaginable filling both of our thoughts. I could see them all together, an orgy of men surrendering their time to me, the man who took them down. “And once you’ve infected enough of the men, you will reveal yourself to be the hypocritical slut you’ve always been. You will lose everything you have, all the respect you’ve worked so hard to gain. You will spend whatever remains of your life getting fucked by the very men you hated, taking their cocks into your ass and getting covered by their cum. You will degrade yourself, and you will never be deemed respectable again. What do you say?” Senator White’s realization of his fate broke through, and he looked into my eyes, seeing the hate within my own. “Thank you, sir,” he said. “Now, fuck off.” I pulled my dick out of his hole and watched him fall back onto the mattress, his own dick falling out of Matt’s hole which was leaking an incredible amount of cum. I watched as my own cum leaked out of the senator’s hole, dripping down over his changing balls. “That was a good fuck,” Matt said, reaching down and scooping up the neg cum leaking out of his body. He wiped it over the senator’s body. “Glad you came?” I looked down at the sleeping senator’s body, remembering all the things he had done, all the things he could have done, and all the things I’d make sure he’d do in order to ruin his pathetic life. I grabbed the flog and beat his ass, making sure to hit his balls. Within the red, I could see his new biohazard tattoo appearing. I slashed down one last time on the tattoo, making sure it would hurt. “Yeah,” I told him, pulling off the leather band I wore over my tattoo, seeing the fading ink. “I’m glad I came.”

Or is all of this a plan by Sir Doug to get him pozzed? It seems like an odd amount of distractions at once.

I'm going to do something I saw @LeatherScorpionFF do with voting that I thought was a good idea. I want to hear from you. Who should win and claim Senator White? Vote using the "Like" feature at the bottom. Hunter (Upvote) Matt (Piggy) Other Option Known to Me (Thanks) I just want to try this out to hear from you.

Part 9 Hunter (2013) “And how do you expect us to get to Senator Gregory White?” Matt had just told me about the man he wanted us to wishbone. Sure, I’d heard of Senator Gregory White, a Republican politician who spoke out against the gay community. He was an attractive man in his forties, the type of man I’d go after if I saw him in a bar, but it would be unlikely to find this man in a gay bar unless he was picketing outside. That’s why I found myself stunned when Matt made him our target. “It may or may not surprise you,” Matt said, “that the senator isn’t as pristine or honest as he presents himself to be.” “Yes, I’d be shocked to find out a politician isn’t what he says he is,” I said. “What exactly do you know about Senator White that’ll have me inside him and him inside you?” “I know that he’s a closeted gay man,” Matt said. “A lot are,” I told him. “I just fucked one in Kansas. Something tells me that he was an easier fuck than any senator could be.” “I wouldn’t be so sure,” Matt said. “I have a friend who works for an agency that supplies, let’s say, the right fucks for the right price.” “And is this friend someone you claimed?” Matt smiled. “It has its added perks beyond the obvious. Now I have someone who can get me valuable information. It seems Senator White likes to have both men and women come to his apartment in secret, though, as of late, there has been an uptake for what he calls a ‘third listing’ fuck.” “What’s that?” “It’s our specialty,” Matt said. “You see, he likes dominating men, just like he does with women, fucking the shit out of them until they can’t walk the next day.” “I’m sure you’re excited for that experience.” “But he also likes getting fucked. It’s a punish-and-be-punished situation. He fucks me while you fuck him.” “Our wishboning made easy,” I said. “But, if you haven’t noticed, we don’t work for this company, and we don’t know when he’ll be needing us.” “He’s created a bit of a pattern,” Matt said. “Whenever he’s up for election or has been struggling against falling numbers, he gets what he calls “aches” inside him. These aches are his inner gay slut coming out, needing to fuck and get fucked. From what I know, we’re reaching that time.” “So, it’s all chance?” I asked. “I’m not sticking around for months just to compete against you for a senator.” “It’s not exactly chance,” Matt said. “His assistant is another dick I claimed. His wife fucked White behind his back, and I managed to get to the assistant’s cock before anyone else could. He’s been setting the senator up with interviews and situations that will definitely bring about his aching. In a few days, he’s set for another interview, and his numbers, as I’ve seen, are shit. It’s perfect. I’ve set it up so that whenever he calls for his “third listing,” we’ll be ready to step in and start wishboning his ass.” I smiled, admiring the pride radiating off Matt. As he explained his plan, his dick grew hard, leaking pre-cum. “I’ve always seen myself as a devious fucker,” I told him, “but I’ve got to admit that this plan is significantly more layered than anything I’ve ever done.” “And we aren’t just doing it for ourselves,” Matt said. “If we can get to Senator White, we can expose him for who he really is and remove his toxicity through our own toxicity. He’ll no longer be able to corrupt once we’ve corrupted him.” “That,” I added, “or he’ll manage to fuck all the other men in his party, giving us a sizeable legion of men to our cause.” “It’s a win-win,” Matt said. “Now, all we have to do is sit back and wait.” I stepped forward, grabbed Matt’s dick and squeezed. “Until then. Let’s get reacquainted.” __ Three Days Later I opened the briefcase, revealing a ball gag, a flog, three harnesses, a collar, and a leash. Senator White looked up at Matt and I and smiled. Welcome to the “third listing,” I thought. Matt and I had been briefed on what Senator White liked and didn’t like by Matt’s man within Pidyn Corp. We knew what he expected, but we also knew when we’d turn the tables and make the night our own. For the time being, we’d have our fun, but once the moment came, we were prepared to make our move and compete for the senator’s time. “It’s time, sir,” I said, taking the gag out of the briefcase. “Open.” “About damn time,” Senator White said, stepping forward and opening his mouth. I slipped the ball inside his mouth, Matt stepping behind him and strapping it tightly in place. I ran my hands along the straps that ran over his cheeks, feeling his beard beneath. He was a handsome man. I couldn’t understand why he couldn’t change and simply accept the type of man he was. Normally, my fucking was done with a selfish intent, but now, I’d be using my dick to punish a man who punished the very men he fucked over. Karma, I suppose. “I believe it’s time to relocate, sir,” Matt said, leaning down and whispering in the man’s ear. He licked his ear and then playfully bit, causing Senator White to shudder. “Will you come willingly, or should we attach the leash now?” Senator White shook his head, his eyes showing the hunger he had for us. He brought us back to his bedroom where I spread the briefcase’s contents out on the bed. As I did so, I admired the room’s contents. It was a nice room, proving he had money. I knew this apartment to be only one of his residences; if I managed to claim him, I’d definitely look into making this one of my stops whenever traveling across the country. After all, I didn’t just fuck men for their time; it was also good to have men who served me. “Time to strip down,” I said, taking the flog in hand. “We need to get sir looking his best.” Matt grabbed the man’s suitcoat and pulled it off his body with force, catching the senator off guard. I watched intently, moving my fingers through the flog’s lashes. Senator White’s eyes were wide, but he wasn’t afraid. I saw in him a desire to be controlled, to be pushed beyond the limits he previously knew. “And this tie,” I said, stepping forward and moving my hand up his chest, pulling the tie into my grasp. “I think we’ll find use for this.” I slipped it off his neck, noticing the man’s Adam’s apple quiver. “Nervous?” The senator shook his head, eyes narrowing slightly. He was definitely going to be one of ours by the end of the night. There was no chance for escape. Matt grabbed his shirt and tore it off, buttons flying across the room, shocking the senator and creating a sudden fear in his eyes. I reached out and grabbed his face, holding his gaze steady. My eyes focused on his, commanding him to pay attention. “However you’ve been treated before, sir, will pale in comparison to what we will do with you tonight. You are a rich, powerful man. For tonight, we will take control. Do you understand, sir?” Senator White’s eyes remained wide as he studied my face, starting full of fear, then anger, then lust. His chest was heaving with the excitement of the moment. “That’s good, sir,” I said, releasing his face. Matt pulled off his undershirt, revealing a strong, hairy chest on which there were already small tattoos present. One appeared to be the letters of whatever fraternity house he had been a member of in college. Another was of handwriting, spelling the name “Tess.” “Who was Tess?” I asked, tossing the flog onto the bed and grabbing one of the harnesses. It was a bulldog harness, leaving two chain harnesses for Matt and me. “An ex-girlfriend? Your first time?” Matt managed to secure the harness over the senator’s chest while I crouched down and faced the man’s bulging crotch. I ran my hand along it, feeling his size. He was impressive. I undid his belt and dropped it on the floor before unbuttoning his pants and slowly pulling the zipper down, my eyes set on the senator’s eyes which looked down at me with a strong desire. “Are you aching?” I asked, grabbing his belt loops and pulling his pants down. “Do you want me to suck you off?” Senator White nodded his head, almost pleading for me to ease his ache. I left his pants around his ankles and cupped his bulge, feeling his balls which moved under my touch. “I would, but I’m a traditional top. The only cock being sucked is my own.” I stood up and faced him. I ran my hand across his face, tapping a finger on the ball within his mouth. “I don’t think you’ll manage to suck any dick with that in your mouth, but that’s alright. We aren’t here for you to suck cock, are we?” Senator White shook his head, his hands reaching forward and grabbing his crotch. “I think we’re ready,” Matt said. “Good.” I stepped back from the senator and looked him over. A large wet spot was spreading across his underwear, proving him to be desperate for our touch. “Kneel on the ground.” As the senator kneeled down, Matt and I removed our suitcoats and our shirts, making sure to display our strong, dominant bodies to the man who was on the ground looking like a dog waiting for a treat. With that in mind, I grabbed the collar off the bed and pulled it around his neck, making it slightly too tight, causing the skin beneath to go red. I watched as his Adam’s apple hit against the collar, causing slight discomfort. I smiled. “Looks like we’ve got a good dog on our hands,” Matt said, revealing his naked body. Since his tattoo was on his back, it was easier for him to hide his toxicity, but he managed to keep his back out of sight. “I think he needs to go for a little walk before we start.” As Matt attached the leash, I stripped the remainder of my clothes, pulling on an added piece of attire not supplied by Pidyn. Matt had given me a leather band to wear around my arm, hiding enough of my tattoo to keep the senator ignorant. Pidyn tested their workers for diseases, meaning their clients could trust on a clean fuck, but since we’d wormed our way into the session, we knew Senator White wouldn’t suspect anything as long as we were careful. I pulled the band on while the senator was distracted, Matt walking him around the room like a dog. “I don’t want to see you behind me,” Matt said, pushing the man forward as he crawled across the floor. He looked at me and winked. “Are we ready?” “We are,” I said, my leather band secured along with my chain harness. Senator White turned as he crawled along the floor, seeing my full naked form for the first time. His eyes grew wide as he saw my hardening cock which was starting to drip precum. While I would normally have his nose buried in my pubic hair, breathing me in and tasting my pre, it would create an advantage over Matt. We agreed to play fair, though I knew my thick, monster of a cock was already giving me an edge over Matt as this pathetic man was already desiring me and what I’d give him. “Crawl to me,” I said, pointing down on the ground with one hand while my other grabbed the flog. The senator moved forward, eyes following me as I walked around him, letting the lashes run over his naked back. “Has someone been bad?” Senator White nodded, moaning through the gag. Matt smiled at me, tightening his grip on the leash, pulling the man’s head and neck back, arching his back. As he did so, I brought the flog down, whipping the senator’s back. “GAH!” the senator cried, shaking slightly from the sting. For a moment, I was worried that my enthusiasm had gotten the better of me, but I saw the man look back at us and nod his head, urging us to continue. “Do you want more?” Senator White nodded. I brought it down again, causing his back to grow red with each lashing. I wouldn’t draw blood, but I would make sure he’d feel the impact for days after. Then again, he’d be feeling the impact of that night regardless. Matt and I took turns torturing the man who spoke out against us on the news but then submitted to us in the bedroom. I found my cock aching from how hard I was watching this man suffer, but I also knew that he was getting pleasure out of our punishment. We needed to make this man pay, and that time was fast approaching. “Have you had enough?” I asked, watching Matt bring the flog down again, the leash held tight in his other hand. I stepped down on the senator’s hands, my balls pressed against the man’s forehead. The man moaned something we couldn’t understand, but Matt and I knew our time had finally come. Let the games begin.