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3. Introducing the older brother Toby When her father announced that he had to fly on a business trip for 2 weeks after graduating, Toby knew it was time to find out if his little brother was also a gay pig like him, or if he was just imagining his furtive glances. He himself wished that it were not imagination, but curiosity and this desire had been there since he had started swimming together with his brother. 3-4 times they had to go to the swimming pool for training plus to the competitions in different cities that took place at the weekend. And although Andy was a little younger, Toby thought that his brother's tight Speedo swimming trunks looked much better. In addition, Andy was also a bit more ambitious and did the strength training sessions more consistently than he did, which is quite noticeable in the changed physique and thus Andy became an always looking pig weekly. The fact that Toby would come out to turn the kinky brother sex he fantasized about with Andy into reality did not bother him at all. He liked guys that had been clear for a few years at the latest, since Toby met Marcel, a brother of a classmate. He was two grades above him and officially Toby took tutoring from him. He also got it, but not in school topics. It all started when Toby saw his tutor by chance in the park, letting a guy suck him quite revealingly. Toby, who came by drunk from a party, spoke to him curiously. Marcel also seemed a bit screwed up, but not really surprised, but asked Toby briskly if he wanted to have a butt sucked or if he wanted to have a piston in his face. The coarse direct manner immediately horned Toby and he got down on his knees a little at a distance from the current brass player. Marcel grinned broadly and indicated to him to wait. Time seemed to stand still for Toby because he just wanted to taste the 18x6 cock. Marcel, however, seemed to like to let him fidget and see how Toby had no choice but to wait endlessly as the other mouth did what he wanted to do. But even the sucking pig knew that Toby was waiting and looked up into Marcel's face increasingly devotedly and begging for sperm. It almost seemed as if the dedication and passion with which the blow job was given had increased enormously with the appearance of Toby. When Marcel got rid of the load shortly afterwards, the disappointment was written all over Toby's face. But Marcel noticed it and with the last pump, he pulled his boner from the cunt, which was tasting the taste of the alpha sperm, and turned to Toby and released him from his waiting position. While he began to suck the last drops of sperm out of Marcel's fucker, he turned to the other passive sow: "Hey faggot, I hope you enjoyed it, because that was the first, last and thus the only time you served me. You can blow horny, but you are a disposable cunt because you only thought of yourself and did not want to share. He here, on the other hand, and pointed to Toby, did what a slave has to concentrate on primarily, on the needs and satisfaction of the top. Let this be a lesson for you, maybe next time you will remember that there is only one thing for a Dom that is more awesome than using a sow: Namely to have a 2 sow with you, who submit at the same time and now fuck off!" Quite puzzled and still cleaning the corners of his mouth, the other set off. From above, Marcel now asked Toby when he would next have an entire day off. Toby was able to answer: "Tomorrow?!" "Excellent. Be ready from tomorrow morning 08:00 a.m. I will call you and give you precise instructions. Do not you dare call me. If you follow the instructions, many of your wishes, which I already suspected the last few times and discovered in your eyes today, can come true. If you do not manage to follow the orders, this will also be the last time for you, that will be done together. Do you understand?" Toby nodded and thought of jerking off at home first. But Marcel guessed his thought and continued: "1. My decisions are the only ones that are relevant to you, from now on. I want you to pay attention to whether you will make any decisions by tomorrow. If so, let it be and write down the cases. When we meet tomorrow, you will explain them, and I will decide. Clear?" Toby nodded again. "2. You go on the direct way home, you will only go here on a cruise with my express permission or on my explicit instruction." Toby wanted to protest, because he did not really want to cruise, but before he could say anything, Marcel snapped at him: "You're like any other cunt, don't fool me, you sucked my piston, you would have served anyone else!" "There's something to it," Tobi had to admit. "3. If you were planning to you at home: you would not do that. You will prevent yourself from Cumming at all costs if I am not there, or if I allow you to. This also applies if punters commit an offence against you in the future. By the way, I'll notice in your eyes and your whether you've relieved yourself." Surprised, Toby looked up at Marcel. He had just taken the moment he had just been looking forward to and gave him an additional task in which he had to suppress his urge to jerk off. "You can do it, my little pig!" Marcel added with a diabolical grin. "4. In case you missed that: Yes, you will go to work for me. As a pimp, I have the responsibility for you, so this is my instruction. You will hold out your cunt for cash as a prostitute, in a fuck shed or wherever the paying customers want to use you and you will not only do that, but you will passionately please everyone I choose for you. You must at least make me believe it. And here, too: I notice when you're faking." After a short pause, he added: "That means 'Yes sir'!" Toby brought a slow "Yes, sir!" "You can be a little more convincing. But we're still practicing that." "And 5. Finally, you do not care how customers pay for your services. But at our last meetings in the first part, when you really got tutoring, I already foisted the in or another drug on you. Now you can know it, because your fuckers will pay with me either with cash or with chems. What you get from it or not, I still must think about. I like it when guys who are high lose their inhibitions. Gay sex among men then becomes horny. So, something to look forward to" immediately Toby replied "Yes, sir!" Visibly satisfied, Marcel said: "You learn quickly! Everything else tomorrow. And now make sure you get to bed. Enjoy the hours until my call. And set an alarm clock. I will call you tomorrow, then the decision is yours: If you do not answer, you have decided against all that, if I hear your voice, you have decided for it. So, there is only 0% or 100%, a boring life with every now and then horny fucks or as a drug hooker in my possession!" With these words he made Toby kneel and disappear into the darkness of the park. Toby wondered if all this had just happened. He tasted the confirmation. Although he had only gotten a few drops of Marcel's sperm, his intense taste was unmistakable. It was what he had always found the coolest thing about the "tutoring sessions". They always ended with Marcels Cumming off. And Toby never missed the opportunity to taste the sperm and wanted to do so in the future. Suddenly it became clear to him that this was not a decision, but only a possibility. With a kind of anticipation and relief, he ran home and had the receiver in his hand to tell Marcel of his decision, when he remembered red-hot: "I'll call you tomorrow!" He quickly hung up. He almost messed up. He had to be patient, but the shock of almost endangering it with the call brought him to another realization: Following the instructions tomorrow was the right way. In his deepest and fantasies, the components that Marcel enumerated and promised also appeared. But how did he know that? And how much else did he know? It was as if Marcel had guessed Toby's most animalistic urge without much effort through his simple gesture and offered him the opportunity to live them out. Toby wondered increasingly panicked whether Marcel only suspected or knew only these or even more things, or even all of them, even the abnormally depraved ones. A shiver ran down his spine and for a moment he was determined not to answer the phone the next day, but at the same moment he realized he wanted to make up his mind. To refuse the offer would be a mistake, but Toby didn't know what he was doing until he suddenly remembered something Marcel said to the other pig when he had Marcel Toby in his throat: he had done what a slave has to focus on first and foremost: on the needs and satisfaction of the top. And he belonged to this category. Marcel had recognized it in him, even before him: He was a slave. And he wanted to be one, everything felt right about that. With a grin, the alarm clock set at 7:50 and full of anticipation, he fell into a deep sleep. He felt this anticipation when grinding into his twitching piston, but since he was not allowed to anyway, it was easy to ignore it.

2. Introducing the younger brother - Andy However, this was more than fine with him, as he had 2 weeks storm-free and could pursue his curiosity undisturbed. On the way to swimming training, he had to change buses at the train station. In the weeks before, he had already noticed during the waiting time that the small annex near the bus stop was visited by embarrassed men. He knew it was a toilet, but he wanted to find out why so many men visited it. He had a hunch that made him very, but he wanted certainty. That is why he took advantage of the first opportunity that came his way. Instead of continuing to train, he did the same as the men and disappeared into the door. The light was dim, and he was glad that he could steal into the first dressing room right away. As soon as he had closed the door behind him, his eyes got used to the small light and he recognized on the walls the graffiti and messages of the numerous guys who had been there before him. "Two-hole mare wanted to fuck off! Gladly regularly for training as a slave!", "Offer blowing services until the end!", "Mare is looking for stallion for regular!" …. What he read, the ambience, the stench of piss and the dirty restroom made his piston grow immediately and he could not resist his urge. He unzipped his pants and freed his cock. With 19x5 cm extended, he was very satisfied with his equipment. His brother - at least from what he knew from the locker room and in the Speedo - could also say the same about himself. And as with every jerk off, he had to think involuntarily in the restroom what it would be like to have not his piston in his hand, but that of his older brother. But something was different. Andy had to realize that he wondered if Toby's would exude a similar aroma as what was on the restroom. He closed his eyes and got horny at the idea of kneeling in front of him on the filthy floor and watching with a horny and greedy look as Toby freed the fat hard cock and shoved it into his face. Even though Andy had been nailing his girlfriend regularly for about 2 years, he could not deny that he was only because in his imagination he would like to be the piece that was just being - by his brother. And even though his girlfriend got her money's worth from the frequent fucks and she liked being violently rammed by him, he had to realize that it was not a phase in which he fantasized about sex with men. With each fuck, he confirmed to himself increasingly that he was a faggot himself. Especially now here in the cabin, especially the first message did it to him and his curiosity about what was behind the training to become a slave was aroused. In the beginning he was ashamed of himself when the men forced themselves into his fantasies while jerking off, but little by little the shame turned into indifference, because only him knew that he was horny. Eventually, however, it changed into a desire and desire to the point of an urge that he wanted to indulge at all costs and that led him here, where obviously others drew attention to their similar. At this thought, the juice rose up in him and his fat load shot out of him and clapped audibly to the floor in the cabin. With an unprecedented, he collected them with his fingers from his piston to lick it off with relish. He was surprised by himself, what he was driving him to, but it turned him on. As a matter of course, he was now sure, yes, he was gay, but it was cool and that was the end of it. Only now did he notice the eyes watching him through a hole in the wall to the next cabin. Encouraged by his own realization, he began to enjoy it and suddenly felt the need to give the peeping boy a great show. His cock was already growing again and with a few jerking movements it was rock hard again. He presented himself jerking off in front of the hole and felt pure lust in his pointing. His show did not miss its target and with heavy moans, the stranger next door also lost his slime on the floor. Andy pulled up his pants and found that they were now soaked with the damp bottom of the public toilet restroom and his own load. Somehow relieved, he decided that he had better leave the training today and that he should go home as he was. When he got on the bus, he immediately got ratty again at the thought when he realized where he had just been and why he did not just exude an aroma of sweat on this summer day. but also smelled of the smells of a restroom. He could hardly wait to close the door behind him at home and indulge in his again. In addition to being ratty, he also had to piss. Lately, he noticed increasingly that he could go to the urinal less often in normal toilets in restaurants, because his cock reacted and even before he had opened his pants, his penis was already half stiff and made pissing impossible. This was especially bad at school, when one of the sexy Oberstufler was in the room. It was the guys who turned him on, but also the sight of their butts pissing when the jet shot powerfully into the pool. Andy risked a dangerous look from time to time. Since he did not have to fear anyone, he lay down in the bathtub in clothes, took out his pisser and let the piss run and soaked himself dripping with it. Immediately he had to think of the restroom, of his brother's beating and how much he would like to wallow in the golden brother shower. Even though it was already the second sperm harvesting that day, he had the feeling that this Cumming was even more intense and the load even greater. Soaked with fresh and dried piss, cum load and completely drenched in sweat, he looked down at himself and had to grin. "Fuck, I'm probably a piece of dirt that wants to do it with guys," he said to himself. Immediately the one line from the restroom came to his mind; "Two-hole mare wanted to fuck off! Gladly regularly for training as a slave!" Until that moment, he wondered what the training consisted of. Now he was sure he wanted to know, and he would try to find out what was behind the line. Liberated again, he removed the traces of his newly lived out instinct - except for his Speedo, which he wore as underpants, and his white socks. He put them on his bed. He suspected that she would give him another situation even later. At the same time, he decided that he had to make it clear to his girlfriend as soon as possible to look for a new engraver, because like her, he also wanted to suck cocks and swallow sperm or feel cocks inside him. It horned him that she liked to be just slutty and demanded his cock. Today, however, he had become aware of two things: He wanted exactly that and was sure that he would win the competition to see who the kinkier hooker was. For the next day, he decided to go towards the restroom shortly after school. He wanted to spend as much time as possible there. He had already packed a marker. He felt the graffiti as an invitation to him to get in touch, which he wanted to do. The fact that he had swimming training the next day did not matter to him now.

This is the remastered version of privioud attempt. [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/91421-surrender-—-hide-if-you-must-but-nature-always-prevails/ 1. Prolog Andy and Toby have always been close. Only 18 months separated the two brothers, who grew up with their parents in Austria. His mother came to Europe from Australia for love, married at an early age and worked as a nurse after the two boys were out of the woods. The two sons had to learn to stand on their own two feet and take care of each other at an early age, especially after their mother's death from cancer and their father's worldwide business trips. The two grew even closer together. They shared a room and spent their youth together. They were both in a performance team of a swimming club. What they did not know about each other was that their own increasingly athletically shaped swimmer's body played a horny role in the brother's head when he jerked off. Shortly after Toby turned 18, he had another reason to celebrate, because he graduated from school and was invited by his father on a 2-week business trip and while the two were together in the USA, Andy had to finish his current school year.

Thanks but maybe it is easier to start ove new. The chapters are alreay separatly done

Dear Readers, Before continuing or restart the story, I want to thank everyone who responded to it. You should know that this is the very first story I’ve ever written and published some kind of THAT kind of story. That makes me all the more grateful for the honest feedback—especially from those who pointed out what didn’t work. Only when I’m aware of my mistakes can I grow and improve. To all of you I promise to tery to avoid such things which happened to my story. As many of you have correctly noticed, I write the story in my native language, German, and then translate it into English. Starting directly in English wouldn’t work for me, especially when writing scenes with sexual content and at least I have to pause for a moment given the level of horniness. Certain provocative words—like “fag,” “slut,” or “slave”—can have a strong personal impact on me, and I’ve found that modern tools like Copilot often refuse to translate such passages due to their explicit nature. With this being said, I use now the Microsoft Function in WORD. I habem, this time it gives a better result. Also I learnt to wait a day or two before publishing, even it makes me horny to write and share my sexual ideas and fantasy story. But it would also mean, that it takes longer for a new chapter. But my ideas in my head are way far from empty. While reviewing also the rest of the story, I realized that some logical inconsistencies whih needed to be fixed and revised. You’ll see the results in a remastered version in which I hope this time you’ll enjoy it even more. Now I am wondering if I should restart the story within this story, or should I restart the story as a total new one. Sorry for so much confusion, but please feel invited to dm also, when you see things to be corrected or so.

Oh sorry guys I missed that part. Will repost Nicolas introduction one more time and yes, I am the author of the stoey, which I first write in German (my native language) and than translate it.

Nicolas Again it was time to travel. As early as always he was heading to the Airport, leaving town for work and normally stayed away at least one week for work and if possible for another work for the "special work" while working in the foreign destinations. His role in an international Company as a project management observer gave him the opportunity to a lot of travel destinations. His homeoffice contract allows him to work where ever he is in the world and most often it has the same reason. His Boss was traveling with him and also stayed one week more. Twenty years ago, Nicolas had started working at the company. At that time, he doubted whether it was the right decision to take the job at all. Until today, only he and his boss knew the true reasons behind the decision and the price it had. To finance his studies, Nicolas began working in a bar, where Jonah, a fellow student, introduced him. The nights were long, and at some point, Nicolas noticed that, later on, men in particular visited the bar, mainly to flirt with other men. Apparently, the bar became a popular meeting place for gay men after a certain hour. The longer he observed his guests, the more he realized that the obviously younger guests must have been regulars. Some of them were at the bar at least as often as he was. But he also noticed that the men they left the bar with were always different and older. He envied her, because what nobody knew was that he also fantasized about giving himself to men. He shared his observations with Jonah and asked him if he knew what it was all about. Jonah responded, apparently more sharply than intended, asking why he wanted to know. When he noticed the tone in which he had asked Nicolas the question, he added: "Sorry, I just want to know if it’s interest or curiosity!" "Both, somehow...!" and why particularly in that moment, but he added: "I envy her for being able to pick up any guy without much trouble. I can’t even manage to pick up a guy at all." Jonah watched his colleague frozen and with a piercing gaze, while continuing to polish the glass, and only after what felt like an eternity did he ask: "Do you want to pick up a guy? I didn’t know you were into men!""To this day, I haven't told anyone either, but yes, I am probably gay." "Okay, do the closing duty with me tomorrow, then I'll show you what the guys are doing. No one must find out about it. But I think the secret will be in good hands." The next day, the shift seemed to last forever. Moreover, Nicolas couldn't shake the feeling that that evening he was the one being watched. When the last guest had left and they had cleaned up, Jonah asked, "Are you sure you want to find out what the guys are doing?" Nicolas felt curiosity and interest give way, and lust and desire rise within him. He felt a bit dazed, yet he was more than certain that he wanted this, and he nodded a little more vigorously than necessary. With an almost too casual grin, his colleague replied: "Well then, come on, little one, maybe we'll end up colleagues in another field." Unable to ask him what he meant by that, Nicolas followed as if in a trance and also felt that even if he had wanted to, he could not have resisted the invisible force driving him to follow. He attributed it to the reaction from the cola he had drunk just before they closed the store. It tasted different than usual, and he thought to himself that he would deal with the matter tomorrow and, if necessary, speak with the bar owner - Bruno. Nicolas barely noticed how they crossed the street and entered a hotel. It was the same hotel where Nicolas always wondered how anyone could stay in such a run-down place. Today, however, he only regained awareness when he was in a room where Bruno was sitting at the desk. He remembered what he was just thinking about and blurted it out: "Hi Bruno, good to see you, I just had the last sip of my cola and we need to check it because it tasted strange!" Calmly, Bruno replied: "I know, Nicolas, there is a reason for that!" and addressed Jonah: "How long?" To which he responded: "30 minutes max." "Well, your customer agreed, but just see, everything else at a later date, when he knows more here. Another 0.5 ml should be enough. Your customer is waiting in the 3rd." Now Nicolas had enough and exclaimed: "What the hell are you playing here, what is this supposed to be? Can someone please tell me what's going on here?" Unexpectedly decisive and so that Nicolas wanted to follow his every word, he got the answer: "Hey you little drama queen, a little more patience. You will now go with Jonah to room 3, there you will undress, naked and also sit down in the chair to which you will be fixed. And then you just observe for today. Did you understand me?" Surprised by the sharpness of the response, Nicolas began to nod hesitantly, and Bruno demanded again: "I asked if you understood me. Answer!" "Yes!" "Yes, what?" Bruno almost shouted in his face. "Yes, sir!" Nicolas shouted back, almost as if trying to outshout Bruno. "Good boy!" Bruno replied, somewhat softer this time. "And one more thing – but you already know this: Nobody is to find out about this. This is both a promise and an order, but more than that: You can also see it as a threat, and you would be right! Now, out of my office!" Immediately, Jonah pushed him out of Bruno's office into the hallway and hissed at him: "Are you insane? You almost ruined everything!" "Well, it's not like he wanted to kill me, right?" Instead of an answer, Jonah gave him a look that made the blood freeze in his veins. "...right?" "This happens only now and never again!" and Nicolas felt the kiss and suddenly his whole body felt electrified, and without thinking, he responded and kissed Jonah back. He felt the tongue and hot passion spread through him, and when Jonah pulled away from him, just as suddenly as he had been surprised, he felt alone and betrayed again, because something that felt right had been cut off. "Come on, we have to go, my client is coming soon!" By now, Nicolas no longer knew what it was that made him feel intoxicated, but there were certainly worse feelings. "Was machst du denn? Du musst dich ausziehen und dann nackt auf den Stuhl setzen!" "Du meinst, Bruno meinte das Ernst?" fragte Nicolas ungläubig "Glaub mir, Du hast keine Ahnung wie ernst und jetzt mach!" erwiederte Jonah kurz und knapp. Nicolas tat wie ihm geheißen, auch wenn er gerade keine Ahnung hatte, für wen er das machte. Als er nackt vor da stand nahm er das angebotene Glas und trank es in eimnem Schlcuk aus. Er bemerkte wieder diesen Beigeschmack aber entschied, dass es besser wäre zu einem anderen Zeitpunkt nachzufragen. Er stellte das Glas ab und wurde an den Stuhl gebunden. Jonah, inzwischen nur noch mit einem Jockstrap bekleidete, wirkte anturnend so nah bei ihm und Jonah musste grinsen als er Nicolas' Latte bemerkte und meinte: "Promise me that you only observe, don't communicate or verbally intervene, then I'll take care of it later!" and nodded at the ever-hardening cock. "I promise!" Nicolas breathed back when there was already a knock on the door and a man around 40 entered the room. His light belly did not detract from his attractiveness. "May I introduce: this is Nicolas, he is the reason for the estate today and will keep us company purely from an observer's perspective!" "You could have fucking pointed out to me what a horny pig that is, then I would have paid the discount instead of getting it, then I would have gone through you both." The way the man spoke of him as if he were a commodity that you paid for in order to... And at that moment, Nicolas realized where he was. He had only ever heard rumors and that such facilities were only for normal men. It was a brothel for gays. He saw Jonah draw his client's attention away from Nicolas and said, "Next time, maybe, but now let's put an injection on a vein, find it and push the contents into Jonah. When the dust was blown, Jonah raised his arm and threw his head back. He couldn't get more than a "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!" out. His customer - let's get started, I know how much you spend your time!" "Okay, let's start well. Me you first, I love to watch you when you take off, but I want him to see it too! Sit on the bed!". He pulled a Stauband out of his pocket and put it on Jonah. Incredulous and horny, Nicolas watches the scene in the vein you should better write punter - had unpacked his cock and jerked himself off before he announced that he was getting ready to take off. Since he sat with his back to Nicolas, he couldn't see exactly what was going on.But he felt how Jonah, his colleague, looked him directly in the eyes and moved his lips to a quiet one. Nicolas heard Jonah's voice in his head: "It's cool that you're here, next time you'll join in, because I want you!" Nicolas knew that could only be interpretation, but no matter what kind of stuff it was in the coke, it made you horny and so he quietly formulated back: "I want you too!" As if he had understood, he grinned diabolically and turned to his fucker, who finally pays to abuse him.

Thanks for the remark and the explanation. 🙂

Toby When her father announced that he had to fly on a business trip for 2 weeks after graduating, Toby knew it was time to find out if his little brother was also a gay pig like him, or if he was just imagining his furtive glances. He himself would be very horny if they were part of it, that his brother would also like him and that they could make the kinky brother sex Toby fantasized about their reality after the mutual secret is revealed. For a few years Toby had started to meet Marcel, the brother of a classmate, whom he once caught by chance in the park, letting a guy suck him quite freely. When Toby spoke to him, he seemed a bit screwed up but not really surprised but asked Toby briskly if he wanted to suck or if he wanted to have a piston in his face himself. The coarse direct manner horned Toby directly and out of a natural impulse he went to his knees in front of Marcel and looked greedily past Marcel's cock in the face like the passive sow next to him, longingly waiting for an approving look to taste the 18x6 flasks. After about 5 minutes, Marcel stopped him and asked when he would have a whole day off next. Fortunately, this was already the case the next day. He had to give Marcel his number and was told: From tomorrow morning 08:00 a.m. you will be ready. I will call you and give you precise instructions. If you follow them, many of your wishes can come true, if you don't manage to follow the instructions, there would be no more chances from me. Did you understand? Toby nodded in his mind that he was already pumping out the slime at home with the fantasy for the next day. But as if Marcel had guessed his thoughts, he continued: 1. My decisions are the only ones that are relevant to you from now on. I want you to pay attention to whether you are making a decision right now. If so, let it be and write down the cases. When we meet tomorrow, you will explain them and I will decide. 2. You go on the direct way home, you will only cruise with my explicit permission or on my explicit instructions. 3. If you were planning to your at home: you won't. you will prevent yourself from cumming at all costs if I am not there, or if I allow you to. By the way, this also applies if punters commit an offence against you in the future. 4. Yes, you heard right, you're going to work for me. As a pimp, I have the responsibility for you, so this is my instruction. You will hold out your cunt as a prostitute, in a fuck shed or wherever the paying customers want to use you, for cash and you will not only do that, but you will please everyone I choose for you. You have to at least make me believe it. And here, too: I notice when you're faking. 5.) last but not least: the customers will pay you with cash as well as with chems, because you also have to be aware that I love to own a faggot, but even more I love it when I make the gay sex between men, spoiled by my right of ownership of me, and dependent on it constantly and on drugs. I'll tell you tomorrow how to do that. You can see what that means from your colleague, who used to be called Ben, he has already taken a step that you have to take tomorrow. The decision is yours: I'll call you tomorrow. If you don't answer, you've decided against all that, if I hear your voice, you've decided for it and there's only 0% or 100%k, boring life with every now and then horny fucks or second drug hooker in my possession. With these words, a kind of leash grabbed that led to a metal collar that Ben wore. Toy hadn't noticed either before. For a moment he looked Ben in the eyes and froze while Marcel made off into the darkness with his property. Toby pondered for a moment about what was being offered to him and didn't know what to think at all.In his deepest and fantasies, the components that Marcel enumerated and envisaged came in one way or another. Here it was as if the person to whom he conveyed the decision by a simple gesture the next day had guessed his most animalistic urges without much effort and also offered him the opportunity to live them out. Toby wondered if Marcel only suspected or knew these or even more things, or even all of them, even the abnormally depraved ones? A shiver ran down his spine and for a moment he was determined not to answer the phone the next day and at the same moment he knew that this was not the right decision. Declining the offer was a mistake, but Toby didn't know why, until suddenly Ben's eyes shot into his head, what was so special about them. They seemed to be saying, "Make the decision in such a way that you don't regret it!" Toby shook his head; no, that was only half the truth. Like a liberation, he whispered to himself, "You won’t regret it if you make the decision to follow what your nature is, and you know it." Toby felt his piston twitch and reminded himself not to touch it, Marcel had forbidden him. In that moment, he realized the decision he had made, because he was already following the instructions of his future owner.

There will be and than also including chems.

Andy and Toby had always been closely connected. Only 18 months separated the two brothers, who grew up with their parents in Austria. Their mother came to Europe from Australia for love, married young, and worked as a nurse after the two boys were out of the biggest challenges. The sons had to learn to stand on their own feet early on and take care of each other, especially after their mother's early death from cancer and their father's frequent business trips worldwide. As a result, they grew even closer together. They shared a room and spent their youth together. They were both part of a competitive swimming team. What they didn't know about each other was that the increasingly athletic shape of the swimmer's body played a stimulating role in the brother's mind when he masturbated. Shortly after Toby turned 18, he had another reason to celebrate, as he graduated from school. Their father invited him to join him on a 2-week business trip to New York and while the two older men were staying together in the United States, Andy had to finish his school year. Andy However, he was more than happy about it, as he had the house to himself for 2 weeks and could pursue his curiosity undisturbed. On his way to swimming practice, he had to switch buses at the train station. In the weeks before, he had noticed during the waiting time that the small annex near the bus stop was frequented by shy men. He knew it was a bathroom, but he wanted to find out why so many men visited it. He had a suspicion that excited him greatly, but he wanted certainty. That's why he seized the first opportunity that presented itself and instead of continuing to training, he did as the men did and disappeared into the door. The light was dim and he was glad that he could steal into the first cabin right away. As soon as he had closed the door behind him, he recognized on the walls the graffiti and messages of the numerous guys who had been there before him. This and the ambience and the stench of piss and dirty restroom made his piston grow immediately and he couldn't resist his urge, opened his pants and freed his cock. With 19x5 cm when extended, he was actually very satisfied with his equipment. His brother - at least from what he knew from the locker room and in the Speedo - could say the same about himself. And as with every jerk off, he had to think involuntarily in the cruisy restroom how it would be to have his piston in his hand, but that of his older brother. But something was different. Andy had to realize involuntarily that he wondered if Toby's cock would exude a similarly horny aroma that prevailed on the cruisy restroom, He closed his eyes and horned up at the idea of kneeling in front of him on the filthy floor, and watching with a horny and greedy look as Toby freed the fat hard cock and shoved it into his face. Even though Andy had been nailing his girlfriend regularly for about 2 years, he couldn't deny that he was only because in his imagination he would be the piece that was just being - by his brother. And even though his girlfriend got her money's worth through the regular and frequent fucks and she liked to be violently scolded by him, he had to realize that it was not a phase in which he fantasized about sex with men, because with every time he fucked, he was confirmed to be a faggot himself. At first he was ashamed of himself, but the shame first became indifference and finally a desire and desire to the point of an instinct to which he wanted to surrender at all costs. At this thought, the juice rose up in him and his fat load shot out of him and clapped audibly to the floor in the cabin. With an unprecedented, he collected the with his fingers from his piston to lick it off with relish. Only now did he notice the eyes watching him through a hole in the wall to the next cabin. Surprisingly, he enjoyed this and suddenly felt the need to give the peeping boy a great show. The pockmarked hardness of his part confirmed him, because although he had just spat off fat, he was rock hard. His show did not miss its target and with heavy moans, the stranger next door also lost his slime on the floor. Andy pulled up his pants and found that they were now soaked with the damp bottom of the cruisy restroom and his load. Somehow relieved, he decided that he had better skip the training today and, as he was, should rather go home again. When he got on the bus, he immediately became horny again at the thought, when he realized where he had just been and why he didn't just exude an aroma of sweat on this summer day. but also smelled of the smells of a flap. He could hardly wait to close the door behind him at home and indulge in his again. In addition to the. that he was absolutely ratty he also had to piss and since he didn't have to fear anyone at home, he lay down in the bathtub in clothes, took out his pisser and let the piss run first and soaked himself dripping with it. Immediately he had to think of the cruisy restroom and his brother's beating and how much he would like to wallow in the golden brother shower. Even though it was already the second sperm harvesting that day, he had the feeling that this snotting was even more intense and the load even greater. Soaked with fresh and im-dried piss. Loaded with sperm and completely drenched in sweat, he looked down at himself and had to grin involuntarily. "Fuck, I'm probably a piece of dirt that wants to do it with guys," he said to himself. As if liberated, he removed the traces of his newly lived out instinct - except for his Speedo, which he used as underpants and his white socks. He put them on his bed. He had the feeling that she would give him another situation later. At the same time, he decided that he had to somehow make it clear to his girlfriend as soon as possible to look for a new engraver, because like her, he also wanted to suck cocks and swallow sperm or feel cocks inside him. It horned him that she liked to be just slutty and literally demanded his cock. Today, however, he had become aware of two things: He wanted to do exactly that and the following day he would disappear into the cruisy restroom again. However, he wanted to go soon after school to spend as much time as possible there. The fact that he actually had swimming training didn't matter to him now.

This story is hot, amazing and describing the dream of a fag like me. I would love to be Chris or be turned into Chris by someone who is eager to be my Manetti. And I would love to write this kind of story but not as a finctional story, but a published fagSluT diary, living my live as an owned sex slave as much as my Owner is asking me to express my nasty nature to the gay public damn yes

short but fucking hot