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NOTE: This entry has a strong focus on character development by looking into the past with a bit more emphasis on Thomas. Though sex and the mention of drugs are a part of this entry, what follows below gives more insight into the dynamics between Nelson and Thomas and how they developed their sexual identities. This is a long entry Nelson fell backwards onto his bed and closed his eyes. The soft comforter was cool and inviting on his naked and freshly showered body. He tried clearing his mind, but every time hewas on the brink of that blissful blankness Raymond crashed his thoughts. Raymond, an airplane falling from the sky, engulfed in flames, spinning out of control and heading straight for the one responsible for altering its trajectory. Nelson opened his eyes and saw Thomas standing at the end of the bed smiling down at his friend. “He’s a real piece of work, huh?” Thomas said as he placed a joint in his mouth and sat on the floor just below Nelson, his back against the bedframe and mattress. He lit the joint and took two deep drags before holding it up for Nelson to accept. Nelson gladly accepted and took two hits before passing it back to Nelson. “He’s….,” Nelson couldn’t finish, all that came to mind was that burning, spinning ball of flame getting closer and closer and all he could do was look up. “Ungrateful,” Thomas said, finishing Nelson’s thought as he passed the joint back to his friend. “Yep,” Nelson agreed, taking another hit, “definitely ungrateful.” He began to feel is dick grow. “And enraging,” Thomas continued as he took the joint back from Nelson, thinking of what Raymond’s back would look like after a few strikes of his leather belt. Nelson smiled in agreement before reaching down and rubbing his fingertips through Thomas’ jet-black hair. Thomas closed his eyes and let out a soft sigh. “The kid’s gorgeous though,” Nelson said. “He sure the fuck is,” Thomas agreed, “but he’s also a fucking problem.” Thomas reluctantly shook his head to get Nelson to stop his fingers from running through his hair then effortlessly stood and hopped over his friend before landing face-up on the bed next to him. The two lay there in silence, each unaware that they were referring to two entirely different problems caused by one boy who lay, still bound, in a room down the hall. *** It would be a safe bet to say that Nelson and Thomas were each other’s closest friend. Many assumed they were dating due to the affection they showed each other. They could go days without a text or a call. They could also be found at the other’s place for days at a time, each inviting an unsuspecting bottom (or soon-to-be bottom) over, comparing notes, taking delight as their victim limps and sulks to his waiting Uber. For them, breaking a bottom means breaking his spirit. It didn’t always happen but they always tried. The two met about 4 years ago when Nelson had moved to town to begin his freshman year at the local university. Nelson was 19and Thomas was just a few weeks shy of his 24th birthday. Thomas had been invited to a cumdump’s hotel room to drop aload. He couldn’t resist a cummy hole and given the serious case of blue balls he had he was primed to breed and hopefully get some aggression out. “But not too much,” he reminded himself over and over. His appetites verged on the unhinged and he had been taking special care to unleash only on those who wanted it rather than making the decision for the unsuspecting trick. It was an exercise in restraint and every slut he encountered could be the unlucky one, a thought that drove him wild. Unpredictability was one of Thomas’ greatest skills. He got off on the chaotic mania, a skill he continuously honed on his quest to his own self-fulfillment. Although Thomas began his sexual journey later in life compared to many other men his age, he always knew what made him complete on the inside: undoing the masculine. Thomas’ first taste came at an early age and was far from sexual, but it was the moment that made him into what he is today. When Thomas was 6 years old his mother married a mechanic named Daryl. Thomas’ father wasn’t out of the picture, but his mother often prevented Thomas from seeing him, making remarks about how he wasn’t a “real man.” This was a common phrase Thomas heard almost every time he brought up the topic of his dad. And when she married Daryl she made it clear that Daryl was a “real man,” someone who could provide for them. To Thomas, Daryl was lazy, mean and nothing at all like the person he remembered his father to be. Although cruel to his mom, she never stopped singing his praises. Thomas’ mother’s fixation on masculinity was a constant in his life. It all finally came to a head on Thomas’ 9th birthday. Thomas was running around their backyard when he started to hear the whispers. “He cut the cake?!?” “He’s actually eating it in front of Thomas?” “I think he even lit the candle…” As he looked around at the adults he felt the unease as their eyes avoided his. He went to investigate. Perhaps he was expecting a neat block to be missing but even at his age he was shocked to see the entire cake cut in half, with one half having fallen on to the table and the other looked as if a hand had taken a piece. Thomas stomped to his stepdad who was sitting in his favorite lawn chair and before he could even get close enough to say a single word, his stepdad began to laugh. It was an obvious manufactured laugh meant to mock. “Happy birthday, buddy! It’s called quality control!” He bellowed loud enough for everyone to hear, producing the same forced laugh. Thomas turned and saw that all eyes were on him. The only word that came to mind was “cowards.” He turned back to his stepdad, but he couldn’t find the words. “Don’t worry, kiddo, you can still relight the candle,” Daryl said as he reached over to his plate and tossed a burned candle in the shape of an ‘9’ to his stepson causing him to force out more laughs. Thomas saw red, tears running down his face. He ran into the kitchen hoping his mom, would do something, anything, but she was no use, giving different versions of the same excuse: “It’s only a cake…,” “No one wants to see a boy cry…,” “He works hard, he deserves cake…” Thomas stood in the kitchen alone, his mom saying she will go get him a piece of cake to eat inside because “you’re embarrassing me.” He watched her step out the backdoor, giving a quick kiss to her husband before she returned with Thomas’ cake, grabbing a fork from the kitchen drawer. “Make sure not to throw this away like the plastic ones,” she turned and left her son alone, standing in their empty kitchen while his party continued outside. Thomas looked out the back screen door and saw his stepdadstill sitting in his lawn chair, his back to Thomas, not a care in the world. Thomas studied the fork in his hand before putting it back in the drawer his mom had taken it from and then grabbed a small paring knife that sat next to the fork slot in the same drawer. Without thinking he bolted out the door and with all of his 9-year-old might, he brought down the 3-inch blade directly on Daryl’s left hand that was on the arm rest. He heard a “clink” and realized the blade went through his stepdad’s entire hand. Daryl’s howls of pain caused Thomas to laugh. He remembered Daryl’s fake, forced laughs. He tried imitating them, though theyturned to real laughs when he saw the look on Daryl’s face as he realized exactly what Thomas was doing. Chaos ensued. Daryl lunged at the 9-year-old but got tripped up by his own lawn chair. Thomas laughed even more. His mom didn’t know what to do so she began shaking him by the shoulders, screaming as Daryl had tears of pain running down his cheeks as he lay on the ground. Thomas’ friends trying to see what happened, their parents pulling them away even as they themselves craned their necks to see. Years later Thomas found out that his best friend’s dad had stopped anyone from calling 911 and threatened Daryl with further violence if he ever saw him act that way again. He didn’t have the words for it then but seeing that he had the power to diminish a “real man” stuck with him. His childhood found him bullying the bullies, constantly trying to one-up the alpha jocks he encountered in school and rebelling against the male authority figures in his life. As puberty set in, the punches and kicks he landed on the macho bullies stirred somethingwithin him that felt as natural as the sunrise. He asked his best friend once if he ever felt the same way. He avoided the subject when his friend called him a freak. He began picking fights, often targeting those much bigger and burlier than him and often winning. His reputation as a menace was only diminished by his reputation as someone never to fuck with. He’d often run home at a full sprint and feverishly jack off as he remembered the men twice his size doubled over in pain. Never once did he feel ashamed or embarrassed by these feelings though he knew to avoid talking publicly about them.Once he discovered the absolute bliss of pummeling a man with his cock and then discarding them, he never looked back. While he eventually grew out of only fucking masculine men, he found that sex without the ability to make a man feel like he lost part of himself to Thomas made the experience incomplete. As he approached the hotel room of the cumdump he chatted with earlier, he had high hopes he would get what he wanted. Thomas rarely had chances these days to fuck a hole how he wanted, not since he roughed up that kid Toby about a year and half ago. That was a beautiful mistake. He didn’t have to move to a new town, but it seemed like the best option. He was slowly getting into his groove in this new town and wanted to spread his sadistic wings and fly. But he was cautious. He couldn’t take;it had to be given. He knocked on the cumdump’s hotel room door expecting the 26-year-old Latin muscle twunk to greet him, but he was surprised when the cumdump didn’t answer the door, instead it was a naked and sweaty white boy who didn’t look older than 18. Thomas began to let his imagination run wild as this hunk of a young man stood in the open doorway for all to see. He was the embodiment of masculinity and Thomas wanted nothing more than to drag him out by the hair into the parking lot, bend him over his hood use him good before throwing him in his trunk and takin him to some abandoned cabin in the wood. His eyes were wild with lust. Nelson knew the look this stranger was giving him; it was a look he gave many times when he wanted to ruin a hole before ruining their life; it was the look of a predator waiting to pounce and devour. He received similar looks from men who wanted nothing more than wreck a 19-year-old, but the tan stranger in front of him was a reflection that Nelson hadn’t quite seen in any man before. He recognized something familiar. Nelson had never once desired to get fucked and made sure those around him knew it. He often had to resort to gut punches and left hooks to the jaw to get his point across when wandering hands and fingers thought they could persuade him. The way he had been sought after in the last year was empowering. He quickly learned how to get what he wanted and when he crossed a line by being too rough he would simply blame his age. “I’m sorry, I am still new at this,” worked like a charm but he knew it wouldn’t work forever. But that time wasn’t now. Nelson had no problem exploiting his own youth to get his way and had no plans to stop. Meeting his new guest’s hungry leer, Nelson quipped, “Not gonna happen,” while offering a wide smile. It was disarming. He gave a quick once over to the tanned young man in front of him who couldn’t be much older than himself. Nelson noticed a small sense of disappointment in the stranger, but he also saw an edge to him, and he wanted to see where this could go. He assumed his new guest was a top the cumdump invited but had failed to mention this to Nelson. He let his eyes linger on the new guest’s crotch before he heard him clear his throat. He looked at his guest, and without missing a beat he continued, “But that doesn’t mean we can’t have some fun,” Nelsonstepped aside so Thomas could have a look into room. He saw the cumdump on his back with his hands stretched above his head tied to the base of the headboard. Although he was lying flat he looked like he wasn’t comfortable. Thomas licked his lips as his dick began to grow when he noticed the bandana-turned-gag. Nelson pulled his new friend into the hotel room and made introductions as he began to remove Thomas’ clothes. “I’m Nelson,” he said removing Thomas’ shirt before moving down to unbutton the jeans, “and that slut’s name isn’t important,” he said gesturing behind him with real disdain. Thomas’ heart skipped a beat. “Thomas,” was all he could get out without looking at the tied up cumdump who looked like he had been put through an ordeal. The makeshift gag in his mouth was drenched in sweat and drool, his arms tied, but limp, eyes closed as he caught his breath. He was transfixed by this young hunk of a man who was expertly removing his clothes. He admired his smooth skin but as a warning sign appeared. “Hold up,” Thomas reached down and gently grabbed the stud by the chin and cupped it, so he was looking at him and then lifted his arm. Nelson obliged and stood as Thomas held his chin, “How old are you,” Thomas asked, inches from Nelson’s face. Nelson rolled his eyes. He knew why he was being asked but he thought it was obvious he was of legal age. “19,” he said flatly. He tried to get back to undressing his guest, but Thomas reached out and gripped Nelson’s left wrist, causing him to meet Thomas’ gaze one more. Nelson felt the grip getting tighter. His cock swelled. He knew exactly what Thomas was doing and the connection he felt grew stronger, even if Thomas wasn’t quite aware of it yet. “Don’t roll your eyes at me,” he said calmly as if giving Nelson advice. Thomas smirked, but his expression quickly turned to surprise. “Oh,” was all Thomas could get out before he felt Nelson gently but firmly grab his crotch. Nelson had Thomas’ attention. He stepped in and nuzzled his guest’s neck. After a few nuzzles, Nelson reached Thomas’ left ear and whispered, “I think we both have a lot to learn about each other,” he squeezed a bit harder, “but more importantly, I think we have a lot to learn from each other.” Nelson punctuated his sentence by slowly making his way down Thomas’ body, placing kisses every few inches along the decent. Thomas was caught of guard. He shivered. Thomas was tempted to place his hands on Nelson’s head as he undressed him but stopped himself. This kid was different. His confidence was accompanied by something that Thomas recognized but couldn’t quite place. Then it hit him. There was a darkness that was overshadowed by his youth. No, not overshadowed. He used his youth to camouflage the darkness and would remove the sheep’s clothing when jaws firmly had his prey. He looked down as Nelson began untying his shoes. That was no 19-year-old submitting to some stranger by offering to undress him. No, that’s a real predator using his talents to put me at ease. But Thomas was no prey, and Nelson had no intention to strike. In moments Nelson had Thomas’ pants off, standing there with a stiff rod in his boxer briefs. They both took a few moments to look each other up and down. It was electric and familiar and complimentary. Thomas pulled Nelson to him and the two began to kiss passionately. Both thinking they had never been kissed like this before. Thomas broke the kiss. He was panting, he was in overdrive. Everything around them was on fire. He reached down and grabbed Nelson’s perfect 9-incher, stroking slowly while whispering. “That faggot needs to regret everything about this day when we are done with him.” Nelson’s eyes filled with something sinister. He was exactly right about Thomas. “Take him to the brink,” Thomas was now giving long and deliberate strokes to his new friend. “Take him to the edge,” he continued stroking, his own breath shallow. “Take him to the edge,” he squeezed, “then throw that fucker off.” Nelson didn’t smile, he didn’t respond with moans or sighs. He just nodded in agreement before straddling the bound twunk, one hand clamping hard on his left nipple and the other giving two quick slaps across the face. The cumdump arched his back in surprise but Thomas heard the unmistakable moan. “We are going to find out if you are going to sink or swim,” Nelson said as he gave one more slap before scooting back and placing the slut’s legs on his shoulders. He saw there was a bit of excitement in the cumdump’s eyes. “This has nothing to do with you.” In one quick jab Nelson was all the way in. The cumdump pulled at the rope keeping him tied and arched his back. He had the slut’s attention. He withdrew completely before thrusting in, harder this time. The cumdump’s eyes bulged. “You’re nothing but a prop.” Nelson was no pulling all the way out and shoving in. Over and over. The cumdump was grunting, eyes screwed shut. He might have been getting a dick he craved but Nelson was making sure it was on his terms. Nelson got on his haunches; the slut almost doubled over. He placed both hands on the cumslut’s throat and choked him without restraint. It only last 3-4 seconds but real fear was seen in the slut’s eyes. He pulled at the rope trying to get free, even after Nelson let up. He looked over at Thomas, mumbling through the gag. He looked like he was on the verge of tears, still pulling at his restraints. Thomas put on an expression of concern and stood. “Yo, Nels,” he placed a hand on Nelsons shoulder. The cumslut looked hopeful and Nelson turned. Thomas recognized the same fake sincerity. “Too much,” he asked, slowing down the onslaught, barely loosening his grip. They both looked at the slut below them, shaking his head in agreement. “Not enough.” Thomas spat on the boy’s face, Nelson gripped tight enough to put the fear back in him, but not enough to stop the air flow. He resumed his fucking, fast and deadly. “I’m not stopping until I see the tip of my dick coming out your throat.” Nelson was inches from the slut’s face, the vivid imagery registering in his eyes as Nelson’s tried as hard as he could to make that statement a reality. Thomas closed his eyes and listened to the blissful grunts and groans. The two bonded over their own pleasure in making that cumdump feel like nothing more than a means to an end. They spent the next 6 hours abusing the bound cumdump, but it was obvious that they were focused on each other, egging each other on and seeing who could take things a step further than the other. Each getting harder and more determined in their onslaught as the cumdump’s moans were never true moans of pleasure, they danced on the edge of pain. Nelson and Thomas in charge of the tempo and tune. Those 6 hours were a lesson on prolong discomfort. Nelson had yet to discover partying at that time, and Thomas had thought he was going to do a quick pump and dump, so he arrived with no party supplies; the two used that cumdump fueled only by adrenaline and their own egos. They fed off each other pushed each other. Hour 6 saw the cumdump’s moans transform into guttural sounds that sang of surrender. He had given up, his resolve a distant memory, a fact not lost on Nelson as he was on the slut once more punishing deep into the cumdump, feeling the warm load Thomas had just deposited and roughly fingered in before Nelson resumed his position. He looked down at the dejected slut below him who was now just going through the motions, hoping it would be over soon.The corners of his mouth red after having the makeshift gag in his mouth for hours. He looked at his bound hands, now doubt stinging due to the constant pulling and struggling to get free.He placed his chest on the cumdump’s back as his bodyweight pressed him into to the mattress, making a point to remember the heat and the sweat between the two. The cumdump moaned and tried to shift his own weight to get Nelson off of him. Nelson took the opportunity distract him and began to bite and nibble on the cumdump’s shoulder, each bite getting more forceful than the last. The cumdump inadvertently began to buck his own ass onto Nelson’s invading cock. “You wanted these dicks and now you have them,” Nelson growled to as he slowed down his strokes. Thomas sat next to them, his cock hard once again, slowly stroking, taking delight in the cumdump wanting this to end. The slow strokes were a relief to the cumdump, this was a welcome rest as the only thing moving were Nelson’s hips. Nelson felt the body below him relax and moan in pleasure. He looked up at Thomas, they both had the same thought. Finally, after hours of fucking, Thomas reached over and untied the slut while Nelson removed the bandana gag. The cumdump gave a huge sigh of relief. He brought his arms to his side and basked in the relief. He flexed his jaw, happy to have his mouth free. But the relief was very short lived. Nelson grabbed the bandana, pulled the slut’s arms behind his back and tied them together at the wrists and pinned them with his right hand for good measure. With his left hand he grabbedthe cumdump’s throat and pulled back and up, causing the cumdump to arch his back painfully. The cumdump groaned in pain, his eyes, once again, pleading to Thomas. He tried saying something but between the pressure Nelson had on his throat and him being bent backwards, the words never came. Thomas stood on the bed and jacked his dick directly in front of the cumdump finding himself as aroused as ever with the performance Nelson was putting on. Thomas looked into the slut’s eyes and continued to silently beg and plead for it to be over. Thomas shook his head letting the cumdump know that the end wasn’t quite upon them yet. “You fucking love this,” Thomas said. “This is all you ever wanted.” Thomas saw the internal struggle happening below him. He continued stroking his dick, this time taking a soothing tone, “Tomorrow you’re going to text your loser friends and tell them how hot this was.” Thomas stopped stroking and kneeled on the bed to get up to the cumslut’s face. “You are going to think about this night for the rest of your life, aren’t you?” He was staring right into Thomas’ eyes, the word “Yes” written all over them. “If we stopped now, you would just find someone else to fuck your loose and sloppy hole, wouldn’t you?” The cumdump tried nodding yes, but Nelson held firm. Thomas’ tone began to change. “You’re nothing but a disgusting faggot.” The words cut into the slut. “And after today, no one is going to want you.” The cumdump whimpered. Thomas stood and began jacking his cock satisfied and hopeful he’d hit on one of the slut’s insecurities. Nelson watched as Thomas began picking up the pace. He leaned forward and tightened his grip on the cumdump’s throat. He heard the discomfort escape his lips and felt it as the cumdump tense and tried to squirm. “This is the price you have to pay,” Nelson said as he left all reason behind and began to lay into the cumdump, gripping tighter, pulling back harder. The cumdump was almost at his breaking point but Nelson’s words gave the cumdump a new sense of purpose. Nelson felt him squeeze his loose and sloppy hole as best he could. “Fucking worthless whore,” Nelson shoved the slut forward and released his arms. “Everything he said was right.” Nelson placed his hand on the sluts neck and spit on his face. “This is the best you’re ever going to have,” He gripped the neck tighter, pounding in and out. “Savor it,” Nelson licked the side of his face, “Because this is the closest you’re ever going to get to anyone loving you,” He felt the slut tense below him. “And we both fucking hate you.” Nelson shoved in one last time and unleashed another powerful orgasm. The cumdump moaned and croaked words resembling pleasure. Thomas was on his knees jacking his cock inches from the sluts face. Nelson’s words turned him on, and Thomas felt the orgasm. “This load belongs down your throat, whore.” The cumslut opened his eyes, Nelson still buried in his guts. He opened his mouth. “No,” Thomas picked up the pace. “I need to hear you say it.” The cumdump looked confused. “Tell us your not,” Thomas’ breathing picked up. “Tell us you’re not worthy of being loved.” The cumdump’s eyes got big, Thomas glanced at Nelson as he saw him hold back his approval of Thomas’ question. They both knew it was a stretch to ask something like this, but they were nearing the end and might as well try to do some damage. Nelson flexed his cock inside the cumdump. “Say it, faggot.” “I’m not worthy of love.” Thomas and Nelson hear real sadness. They had hoped for tears. “We know,” Thomas said. He stopped jacking his dick, walked around the bed and pulled Nelson into a deep kiss. The made out for a few moments before Thomas broke it off and began looking for his clothes. The cumdump was nothing but a tool to bring them together and he achieved his purpose. The might have fumbled there at the end by not really fucking with the slut’s head, but this was a learning experience. Their kinship was born from something dark, something dangerous, something hungry. Nelson was correct, this cumdump paid the price for their connection. He may have gotten the cock and loads he had hoped for, but Thomas and Nelson hoped he also left with less self-worth and doubts about his future. The spell was broken when the cumdump began grinding his ass back into Nelson’s slowly deflating cock. Nelson gave his ass a sharp and swift slap. “You fuck,” he spat, causing the cumdump to freeze. “I thought you knew this wasn’t about you.” Nelson began to pull outslowly. He was proud of himself and impressed by Thomas, by what they had done and what they had tried to do. This was a new feeling. He watched his dick slide out of the used hole with a small river of cum following. He issued another smack, but this time to the side of the cumdump’s head. “Keep that hole closed, faggot.” He felt the cumdump clench and he couldn’t help but be pleased with himself. Thomas was sitting, getting his clothes together. He was becoming hard again. He looked from the spent cumdump still breathing heavily on the bed to Nelson who had walked over to the cumdump’s suitcase and began wiping down his sweaty and cum-splattered crotch with one of the clean shirts he found. Thomas realized that Nelson was responsible for most of his arousal that evening. The beefcake of a 19-year-old was seemingly cut from the same cloth as himself and both of them realized this well before they shot their final load. Nelson caught Thomas looking at him and flexed his semi-hardcock before reaching into the suitcase and grabbing a handful of clean clothes and tossing them at Thomas so he could clean himself off. Thomas looked at the cumdump who was now snoring. He looked at Nelson and both began to laugh. “We pushed him off the cliff and he didn’t sink.” Nelson heard a tinge of disappointment in Thomas’ words and felt the same. Thomas began to dress while Nelson stepped into the bathroom to take a leak. When he exited he saw that Thomas was mostly dressed and moving to exit the room. Nelson felt a wave of panic. He had hoped to get Thomas’ number and maybe shoot the shit, but he was now out the door. Nelson heard the click as the door closed. He looked down at the sleeping cumdump and became angry with him for Thomas’ speedy exit. He resisted the urge to slap him once more. “Maybe if I hurry, I can catch him,” Nelson thought as he raced to get dressed. Nelson shoved his foot into his shoe and was out the door not giving any thought to the sleeping cumdump. He couldn’t have taken more than 3 or 4 minutes to get out the door after Thomas. Nelson looked left and right searching for movement, but he didn’t see Thomas anywhere. He scanned the parking lot looking for any signs of life. After a few moments he gave up and made his way to his car. Uncharacteristically and even surprising himself, he decided to try searching for Thomas one more time. Since he didn’t see any movement in the parking lot he thought maybe he had walked. Nelson walked passed his car and made his way to the edge of the parking lot where the sidewalk began. If Thomas did walk he would probably see him as this was the only sidewalk connected to the hotel. Nelson reached the sidewalk but saw no sign of Thomas anywhere. He couldn’t help but feel a tinge of regret as he turned around to make his way to his car. That was the hottest fuck session he had ever experienced and wanted to let his partner in debauchery know it. He had never had that type of connection with other tops. Is this the feeling bottoms felt when they would text asking when they could fuck again and never getting a reply? The thought made Nelson uneasy. He didn’t view Thomas as an object of sexual desire, but he alsocouldn’t place the feeling in his chest. He stepped back onto the parking lot and gave one final survey. Nothing. Nelson mumbled to himself as he reached for his keys, “Dude’s a fucking ghost…” “Hey fucker.” Nelson swung around in a flash and had his fists up ready to swing if needed. He relaxed when he saw Thomas sitting at a picnic bench a few feet away, smoking a cigarette. He was hidden by the darkness of the trees that all but engulfed the table. He smiled more than he had wanted as he walked toward Thomas, asking for a cigarette as he did so. Thomas was smiling goofily, tilting his head slightly as if he knew something Nelson didn’t. Thomas’ eyes flicked toward the direction of the hotel. Nelson froze. Realization choked the air out of his lungs. He turned around and looked toward the hotel room they had just left. He panicked. Thomas had a clear view of the parking lot and anyone else who might be exiting their room. He turned back to Thomas and then turned back to the parking lot. Thomas had seen searching for him. He turned slowly to see Thomas with that same stupid smile. “Was little rabbit getting nervous he would never see me again?” Thomas’ voice was inviting and surprisingly jovial, free of mockery. He took a drag, waiting for Nelson to say something. “I wasn’t…,” Nelson tried saying. “Shut the fuck up,” Thomas interrupted. Nelson heard the lightness in his voice once again which let him relax a bit. Thomas pulled a cigarette from his pack but instead of handing it to Nelson, he put it in his mouth and lit it with the cigarette he had been smoking. A few puffs and he was satisfied, motioning for Nelson to come closer. He handed the fresh smoke to Nelson. They made eye contact and Thomas made the effort to soften his gaze. He continued, “If it matters, I was actually waiting for you. I was hoping to get your number.” The embarrassment faded away and he relaxed. He smiled and handed his phone to Thomas. Perhaps it was because they were so close in age and discovered that they had very similar desires and fantasies, but the pair sat on the table, exchanging stories for almost an hour. Each story allowing the other to feel validated in their sexual desires. They both expressed a need to have control. They both admitted that this feeling was a part of who they were at their core, and it felt natural to have it be part of their sex life. They admitted to the difficulties that came with trying to embrace this identity, especially since both young and had no desire to seek out advice or guidance of others. They rolled their eyes at the label of “domtop” even though such a descriptor helped move conversations along. But most importantly they found in each other a hunting partner who would gladly help the other ruin a boy on any given day. Even as they figured out they were gay early on in life, they knew they weren’t like anyone else. They never felt regret, each telling stories of taking things too far in order to get what they wanted. Thomas added a correction after hearing Nelson talk of an instance where he “took things too far.” “There is no such thing as taking things ‘too far’,” he turned to Nelson and was within inches of his face and continued, “Not anymore.” Thomas made sure his words registered before diving in and giving his new friend a deep and sloppy kiss. The two made out for a few minutes before Nelson pulled away. “Fuck yeah,” Nelson barely whispered. They had awoken something in each other, giving themselvesthe permission they needed to no longer be subdued in their fantasies and desires and to take the things that most men had no intention of giving away. Thomas stood to signal he was ready to go. He turned to Nelson, but his new friend stared ahead, the gears turning, his jaw clenched. “You serious about you just said? No bullshit?” Nelson asked. Not missing a beat and with zero hesitation Thomas replied, “100%.” Nelson reached over and initiated another deep kiss. He pulled back and held Thomas’ head in his hands. “Good,” Nelson stood and put out his cigarette. “Let’s go.” Nelson was a few strides ahead before Thomas caught up. He wondered where Nelson was going but their destination became clear as they found themselves at the hotel room they had left over an hour ago. Thomas felt his dick begin to grow as Nelson gave the door 4 firm knocks. He was about to knock again but they saw a light flick on. A disheveled young man opened the door, dried cum on his forehead, hair matted, still in his jockstrap that smelled of piss and cum. It took him a moment to register the situation. His eyes grew large as the two wolves before him sneered. Thomas and Nelson saw fear in his eyes. Their dicks grew harder as the cumdump just stared. Nelson saw him look down and that was all he needed. He was theirs. The two stepped into the room, shedding their clothes as the cumdump closed the door behind them unsure of what was going to happen. *** Thomas and Nelson laid in silence, enjoying the quiet. Nelson didn’t give much thought to what Thomas had just said. The more he considered it the more he agreed. But he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was missing something. He and Thomas were close and he… Nelson sat up and looked at Thomas and looked down at where Thomas was previously sitting. The joint wasn’t finished. Thomas had snuffed it out like a cigarette. He wasted more than half a joint of some good shit. He turned back to Thomas, who was staring blankly at the ceiling. “Why did you stop me from rubbing your scalp just now?” Thomas was silent. Nelson flipped through the last 10 minutes trying to find it. He looked at Thomas. Thomas turned and looked back. Nelson tried again, carefully going over everything that had just been said in the room. Thomas was worried about something. Then it hit him. ”Raymond,” was all he said. Thomas turned his blank gaze back to the ceiling and gave a slight nod. For the first time in their friendship a tension was building between them. Nelson joined Thomas by staring blankly at the ceiling. Thomas broke the silence first, “For the record, it’s not about love or affection.” Nelson knew this, so why even mention it like that. He thought about the possibilities he saw for Raymond. But for the kid to have any worth to Nelson he would have to be stripped of everything that made him him and he would have to want it to happen. These were new waters. It wasn’t impossible. Id he and Thomas weren’t on the same page, then what the hell was Thomas thinking…? Thomas waited a beat. He knew Nelson would get there. He turned his head waiting for Nelson to ask. As he turned, ready to ask what he had in mind, Thomas beat him to it. “The kid isn’t even in his prime. He could make us some good money over the next few years.” Thomas flashed his familiar grin waiting for Nelson to say something.

He heard his phone vibrate on the small table next to him. He glanced over as it lit up showing a text from Nelson. Shawn rolled his eyes and ignored it and focused on the sloppy blowjob he was receiving from his DL neighbor. The phone vibrated again. This time the neighbor lifted his head enough and glanced at Shawn’s phone. Annoyed, Shawn grabbed his phone and pushed the dude back down on his cock, the dude gagged and spit as the log invaded his throat. “You free in about 45? I’ve got a newbie. Thomas is here too.” Shawn stood up without warning and his neighbor fell back but caught himself quickly. “What the fuck…” “Shut the fuck up. You need to get out of here.” The neighbor began to say something, but Shawn cut him off. “Be careful or you’ll leave empty handed,” he said while he pulled open a small box then held up a small bag of tina and gently shook it as he teased his neighbor raising his eyebrows in jest. “One of these days that isn’t going to work on me,” the neighbor said as he put the baggie into his front pocket. “But that day isn’t today. I’ll give you what you really want this weekend. And save some of that, you’re going to need it. Until then, fuck off.” Shawn winked at his neighbor who smiled and shook his head and walked out the door Shawn held open for him. Once he was gone Shawn jumped in the shower. 15 minutes later he stood before his fogged-up bathroom mirror and gave it a wipe. He looked at himself and began flexing his pecs and rubbing his own biceps. At 30 years old Shawn was proud of the shape he kept compared to some men his age. Shawn stood at just below 6’ and weighed a beefy 200lbs. His bright red hair, which he kept short, stood out against his pale skin. Shawn admired himself as his hands roamed his still wet body. Even if he didn’t have bright red hair and porcelain skin Shawn would stand out in a crowd. His smile is what drew people in. Shawn was always smiling and always trying to add excitement and fun into any situation he was in. He was a magnet for good times and his carefree attitude only heightened his appeal as a man to be around. While some considered his smile or his personality his best feature, he knew the real truth. He knew what really motivated him. He reached down and grabbed the heavy hog between his legs. Soft, his dick was a sight to behold. Pale and plump and hanging at just under 6 inches, Shawn gave it a gentle squeeze and pull and watched it slowly engorge. Shawn loved to have fun and be the life of the party, but he knew that the only reason the sluts in his life were so attentive was because of his dick. He didn’t care. He was happy to fuck and use the fags around him just the way they used him. His cock, now reaching its full potential, gave a slight curve upward and looked like a pale summer sausage straining against its own casing. At 11 inches long and almost as girthy as a bottle of wine, Shawn loved his dick more than anything else in his life other than his mom and younger brother. He had always been treated differently once it was found out how magnificent his dick was, and he eventually learned to lean into it and used it to his advantage whenever he could. He had an okay job and a degree from an okay university which allowed him to be comfortable in life. Not filthy rich but not struggling either. He owned his home outright as well as his car. He took vacations regularly and had friends across the US. But it was his cock that gave him the ability to live a life of pleasure and debauchery that he had come to love. But it wasn’t always this way. Growing up the boys in his class would mock him for cock he was born with. For years he would try to hide it and was embarrassed by its size and the fact that he and his brother were being raised by a single mother in a tiny trailer home only added to cruelty he received. It wasn’t until his 18th birthday, just days before he went off to college that he began to see his cock in a different light. He always knew he was gay. But being poor and insecure, Shawn never acted on his desires because he had become so used to being mocked, he didn’t want to open that door for anyone else. Being poor also meant his internet access usually only happened at school or the library and he didn’t want to risk any unwanted attention by looking up any type of gay porn on shared computers. And what free time he had he had to look out for his younger brother while their mom worked two jobs. But that changed when he got his cell phone. Shawn felt like a kid in a candy store with the amount of porn at his fingertips. Shawn couldn’t take his hands off his cock anytime he was alone with his phone. Soon the need to have a person touching his cock took over and he decided to take the risk try to meet someone to release with. He was poor and insecure, but not an idiot. He knew what Grindr was as he heard two of his gay classmates talk about it from time to time. Now it was his turn. He downloaded the app, filled out the necessary information but then hesitated on when it came to post a picture. But decided on a just a quick snapshot of his torso would do and in second his profile was live. “Newbie looking for…” was all he put while also not mentioning his cock or position. That didn’t matter as the vultures came out in full force looking for fresh meat. Shawn had never really worked out, but he maintained his thin body because he walked everywhere and would often give what little food he had to his little brother after he had a bite or two. It wasn’t until strangers started asking to see pics of his ass and cock that he began to feel differently about himself. He was hesitant to share at first but while he was expecting laughter or mean-spirited comments about his cock, he was shocked when all that came back his way was vulgar positivity that complimented his dick like he had never heard before. But even then it was too much to take in. He chatted with four profiles and became overwhelmed with the things being sent his way. He had never had a single sexual experience with another man and here he was receiving message telling him he needed to “pound my pussy until I’m a sloppy mess,” or, “fuck me like a whore with that pink missile.” Thinking back on it now Shawn laughed and smiled. His first semester in college was a true awakening and he hadn’t looked back since. He knew what he had, and he knew the power it held but because he had such a winning personality he was able to never really be perceived the way some men where who only had a big dick and nothing else. Shawn gave his cock another squeeze before stepping out the bathroom. His guests would be here shortly, and his cock flexed and produced a small amount of precum thinking about the newbie Nelson was bringing over. Nelson never disappointed as he always arrived with a prime piece of ass in tow. Shawn had a pep to his step as he made his way downstairs into his favorite room in the house. His basement was large and opened up right as you turned off the staircase. It was a typical basement den: big screen tv, comfy couches, a kitchenette and bar. Behind the couch was a door that led to a full bath and walking past the couch and tv was the only other door down there and that led to his play area. This wasn’t anything special compared to sex dens that were decked out with every contraption known to man, but Shawn was proud of his set up. He had remodeled the space himself. The large room had enough space to hold a queen-sized bed, a sling, a fuck bench and a modest desktop computer set up with a cam and speakers that were connected to another big screen tv. Opposite the sling was a small chest of drawers that contained the things necessary to help whatever bottom of the day get wound up and ready for a fuck that was almost never pleasurable without the aid of chemical enhancements. Shawn grinned and thought about the hundreds of sluts who said they could take him but eventually tried to tap out and go home. He opened up the second drawer and removed a lockbox big enough to hold a few books. But instead of books the lockbox held the key to making a bottom beg for his monster meat even as it was tearing them open. He grinned again, removing a bigger bag of tina than what he gave his neighbor. His long-time dealer had just freshly hooked him up that morning along with the g that was in the freezer next to the dresser. He grabbed a few fresh rigs, a rubber tourniquet, his digital scale and a smaller sealed canister of fine tina dust. He couldn’t help but hum a happy tune as he shifted from one foot to the other doing a little dance as he anticipated his guests. Shawn had a great personality but that rarely extended into the bedroom after he spent time with a daddy named Devon and his 24-year-old boyfriend Wayne. Being 18 and new to topping he was cautious with the men he fucked. If they asked to stop because he was too big he would, without question. But that changed when he was asked to be a part of his first threesome with Devon and Wayne. Devon saw Shawn’s cock and couldn’t stop thinking about how much it needed to tear Wayne apart. Shawn lubed up his dick as Wayne spread his cheeks open, Devon standing next to Shawn, arm around him whispering how big of slut his boyfriend is. He barely had the head in before Wayne whined about the size and asked for more lube. Devon, annoyed, grabbed Wayne’s head and shoved it into the mattress and told him to shut the fuck up. He then asked Shawn to step back. Shawn thought it was over, like it had been so many times before. But the Devon went into their closet and came back with a small blue case. He pulled out a small bag of white/clear-ish rocks and held one up between his fingers for Shawn to see. “He just needs a bit of encouragement,” the boyfriend smiled as he put the rock into the waiting ass before him. The bottom winced. “Lots of encouragement, actually.” He laughed and spoke to his boyfriend, “Shh. It’s a big one because you’re going to need it.” Wayne calmed down and laid there as the rock began to dislove. He then leaned over and whispered to Shawn, “He’s about to be royally fucked but that’s his problem when he sobers up and deals with the damage. I gave him about double the size of the largest booty bump he has ever received. In a bit you can fuck this slut without him fucking whining.” Shawn put it all together and quickly realized what had just gone up inside the bottom. Although he had never done drugs he was aware of them and the dangers they posed. He was hesitant, “This is my first time being around that…stuff,” Shawn said a bit meekly. He was almost ready to leave. He was on scholarship and his mind began to think about what would happen if anyone found out he was around crystal meth. Devon waved him off. Shawn got to thinking: He loved sex and he began to realize the potential in front of him as he saw Devon and Wayne interact. He had been at university for just over 4 months and yet had the opportunity to truly fuck like he had seen his favorite porn stars do. His dick got him attention, but the bottoms could never take it fully. The wheels were turning in his head as he looked at the ass below him. He heard a click to his right and saw the boyfriend with a small torch heating a glass pipe. He was transfixed as he saw the boyfriend heat the pipe and slowly inhale. He stepped to Shawn and placed his lips over his and gave him his first hit of tina. Shawn wasn’t expecting it but once he realized what was going on he gave in and let it happen 3 more times. It happened so quickly and it didn’t feel wrong. Shawn felt powerful. His dick felt bigger, more engorged than ever before. He wanted nothing more than to fuck, to ravage, to release. Devon saw the animal awaken and smiled at Shawn just has he had smiled at the many college boys he had corrupted in his life. But corrupting a top with potential like Shawn was a very special occasion. “Here, let me show you how to hit it yourself.” Devon gave Shawn a helpful tutorial before gently grabbing the Ginger’s cock and pulling him toward the waiting ass before him. The boyfriend slathered on copious amounts of lube as Shawn exhaled a large cloud that surprised Devon. “Atta boy. Now, claim your prize.” By now Wayne was beginning to feel the effects of the giant rock Devon pushed into him. Shawn began to ease into hole the before him. He met resistance after the head entered as his cock flared out a bit at that point. “Hold on, let me get down there so he can suck my dick and focus on me.” Devon laid down and shimmied forward to his boyfriend with his feet gently resting on Wayne’s thighs. The slut greedily took his boyfriend’s cock in his mouth while Devon placed his hands on the slut’s shoulders. An evil grin overtook Devon’s face. “Ready?” he asked. Shawn nodded but didn’t realize what Devon actually meant. Shawn’s head remained lodged in Wayne, and he heard him moan. He looked down and saw that the slut had his boyfriend’s dick out of his mouth and was moaning at the head stretching him. The boyfriend winked at Shawn with that grin still beaming up at him. “Hold on tight,” was all he said before he braced his feet against Wayne’s thighs and pushed him back by his shoulders with such a force that Shawn was fully inside Wayne in less than 3 seconds. Everyone was taken by surprise. The drugs inside the slut seemed to evaporate has he screamed in pain and clawed at Shawn and tried to move forward but his boyfriend’s feet were expertly placed on his thighs to stop any forward movement. Anticipating Wayne would try to sit up on his knees, Devon moved one leg and hooked it over Wayne’s neck and pushed him into the mattress with the strength of his lower body. Shawn was horrified at what this man was doing to his boyfriend, but he couldn’t ignore the tightness around his cock that was quivering and fluttering at the invasion. Wayne’s hole was spasming and him trying to get off the cock was enough friction to cause him to shoot within 45 seconds of fully impaling the slut. It was the first time he had ever bottomed out and it was magnificent. Shawn saw stars, shuddered and gave a roar that even surprised himself before shooting the biggest load of his life He basked in the feeling before coming back down to reality. He wasn’t inside the slut for more than 2 minutes as he began to pull out. “Fucking hot,” the boyfriend said as he looked down at Shawn’s still hard cock. “You’re still hard as fuck after all that?” Shawn was feeling all sorts of things at that moment. But the boyfriend eased Shawn’s mind. He handed him the pipe and torch. “Stay right here. Two hits. I’ll be right back.” The boyfriend stepped into the bathroom and was back as Shawn was beginning his second hit. He stood behind Shawn, one hand rubbing his smooth body and the other gently wiping his cock clean with a warm cloth. Shawn closed his eyes as the boyfriend whispered. “Don’t worry about that slut,” he said. “See, look.” Shawn glanced down and observed the warm, white washcloth. “Yeah, he’s hurt but he’s not bleeding out,” Devon said. The washcloth had small flecks of pink mixed with the massive load he had released. “Wayne is a worthless whore and your cock is a masterpiece,” he said as he sat next to his whimpering boyfriend. “And sluts like this will coming crawling back to you even after you ruin them. Trust me.” He began to rub his boyfriend’s back and was being extremely loving and comforting. “You’ve got a lot to learn, and I’d be happy to help you. But first you have to come to terms with the possibility of blood covering your cock after you fuck. You’re fucking huge dude, you have to know blood might be an issue sometimes.” Shawn considered the scene before him, the drugs making him think from a different perspective. But he couldn’t shake the guilt of causing the dude below him immense pain, but he felt like Devon had a point. He looked down and realized he was still hard. The guilt began to fade as he began to think about how good his cock felt when lodged inside that dude’s hole. Devon saw the gears turning inside Shawn’s head. “How about this: take a seat over there and watch me treat this faggot how he deserves to be treated.” Devon hopped back up and made his way to the closet once more but this time returning with a larger toiletry bag. He placed it on the bedside table and removed an orange-tipped syringe, a rubber tourniquet and aalcohol swab. Shawn’s eyes grew wide. “Fucking relax dude. Fuck,” Devon shook his head and sounded beyond annoyed before man-handling his boyfriend. He placed Wayne on all fours despite his protest and then he eased two fingers inside his boyfriend who tried to get away. “Forget what I said. Get over here and put your cock in his mouth,” he said to Shawn, but the Ginger hesitated. “Do it! Now!” Devon raised his voice. Shawn may have had an enormous dick, but Devon was almost twice his age and Shawn obeyed on instinct. Devon smiled to himself and knew he had him and switched into teacher mode. “Yeah, I may have went a bit overboard just now but let’s move past that, shall me? I saw how quick you bred this worthless slut,” Devon gave Wayne’s ass 3 hard slaps. “That dick went somewhere new today, huh?” Shawn nodded in silence as strange feelings of admiration begin to form toward Devon. “That’s what I thought. This faggot had to pay the price for you experiencing something new. Better him than you. Remember that.” Shawn slapped Wayne’s ass once more before yanking the slut’s right arm from beneath him and twisting it behind his back. Wayne fell forward, ass in the air as Devon held his arm in place. He leaned closer to Wayne, “You know what happens if I miss. Get it together or get the fuck out.” He spit on Waynes back and the slut let out a sad sigh and remained motionless. “For starters,” he continued, “With that cock you have command of any room you’re in and sluts like this will gladly do anything for it. Isn’t that right, faggot?” Devon twisted Wayne’s arm. “Yes, Sir.” He barely whimpered. Shawn was processing everything before him. All he wanted to do all day was get off and now he’s being mentored on how to properly fuck. Shawn knew he should have left and never looked back but teenage hormones overpowered even the mightiest of logic as his dick twitched hearing the slut say, “Yes, Sir.” Devon was doing cartwheels in his head because he couldn’t believe how lucky he was as he watched Shawn’s defenses go down. “See,” Devon sneered, “This piece of shit here is letting me do whatever I want because he only really craves one thing,” Devon released Wayne’s arm but quickly snapped, “Don’t fucking move that arm!” Wayne remained motionless as he kept his arm behind his own back. “And I am not talking about the drugs,” Devon said as he tightened the tourniquet around Wayne’s arm. “6 pumps then hold,” he said. Shawn watched the scene unfold. This was an entirely new situation for him. He’d never been in a threesome, let alone with another top who had absolute control of his boyfriend. His dick twitched again. “Tell me you don’t want to be in my position, Shawn. Tell me you aren’t turned on by how easy it is to put worthless sluts in their place, like this piece of trash here. Tell me that finally getting that lovely cock of yours deep into this hole here wasn’t the best feeling you’ve had so far.” Shawn couldn’t disagree. His cock was wired to his brain, and he wanted what Devon had. But he had to make sure. He raised his hand as if to ask a question. Devon looked up and burst out laughing. Wayne, caught off guard by the change in atmosphere, tried looking up. “I told you not to fucking move,” Devon was off the bed and shoved Shawn out of the way and got right in front of his boyfriend’s face and leaned in until his mouth was pushed up next to his left ear and as he whispered. Shawn didn’t hear what Devon said but he saw Wayne’s reaction. Wayne blinked fast to try and stop the tears that were coming. But it was useless. Devon whispered one more thing, stood and gently slapped Wayne across his right cheek as a few tears silently fell. From what Shawn gathered through their initial conversations was that Wayne was 24 years old and had a job working at one of the big banks in town. He had his life together, but here he was crying due to whatever Devon just said and he just endured it. He had the power to leave, to get up off that bed and walk out the door but he stayed. Shawn began stroking his dick. Wayne looked up at Shawn, sad and pathetic, pleading with his eyes and the tears slowly began to stop. Shawn took a chance. “Don’t look at me. I’m not here to help you.” Shawn wasn’t as menacing as he had hoped. While Wayne looked down, dejected. Devon gave a small laugh. Shawn felt foolish. “No, I am not laughing at you,” Devon was back in position, needlessly wrenching Wayne’s arm to find a prominent vein. He found what he was looking for before uncapping the syringe with his teeth. He examined the tip of the syringe before continuing, “It’s not easy discovering the dark parts of ourselves that bring us pleasure.” He found a vein and expertly inserted the needle and quickly pulled back just slight to produce a flash of crimson. Shawn began jacking his cock with more intent, hunger in his eyes. “I laughed because you’re going to turn over a new leaf and it makes me happy,” he said while slowly pushing the plunger, releasing the contents into Wayne’s aching arm. He removed the needle, pulled the tourniquet, released Wayne’s arm briefly but quickly grabbed it again, but swung it forward and then upward as he placed the alcohol swab at the injection site. Shawn couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Devon held Wayne’s arm above his head while Wayne began to cough and gasp for air. “He’ll be fine. Just wait a few seconds.” Devon, satisfied there would be no bleeding, released Wayne’s arm and he fell onto his chest, ass up. Wayne was on a different planet. He was moaning and begging to be used and fucked. Moments ago he was in tears and now, here he was something completely different. “See,” Devon said. “Sluts will do anything for cock.” Devon spit on his very respectable 8.5” cock and shoved it in Wayne in one go. Shawn was expecting protest and pleas, but Wayne gave a needy sigh and moaned in pleasure as Devon began pummeling his hole. “I’ll warm him up, but you’re the main event. Make him suck your cock.” Shawn stepped up and grabbed Wayne by the hair and put his mouth on this cock. Devon smiled, pleased with what he was about to create. Three hours later Shawn arrived back at his dorm having dropped 8 loads deep in Wayne’s wrecked hole. He wasn’t even aware he could cum that much but as he plopped down on his dorm room’s twin sized bed, he gave his cock a tug already thinking about Devon’s invitation to come back over the weekend. That seemed like a lifetime ago. Those four years of college were highlighted by the lessons taught to him by Devon. Separated by hours, Shawn doesn’t get to see Devon as much as he’d like but they talk regularly. Devon opened up Shawn’s eyes to his true potential which allowed him to unapologetically be himself in every aspect of his life. A smile came across his face. He got everything in order in just a few minutes before bounding up the stairs to his cellphone. He had a text from Nelson, but he ignored it. He found Devon’s name and sent off a quick text. “Fresh meat being delivered. I’ll let you know when to hop on cam.” Devon replied quickly, “A show? Or one-on-one?” “The more the merrier.” “I’ll be waiting, stud.” Shawn then found Nelson’s text: On our way. ETA 15 minutes Shawn glanced at the clock. He couldn’t help but feel giddy thinking about the prize Nelson was about to drop at his feet.

Thomas felt the boy give in as he pounded him, one hand on the boys sweaty hip, the other yanking him back with each thrust. Raymond’s deep and guttural, “Ugggh” filled the room every time Thomas thrust in. The chem piss was taking hold and Raymond’s mind and body were being taken back to place he needed to go being led by the dick stretching him open. And the more Thomas fucked the boy the less he began to care about him as a person. He had wondered earlier what role the boy would play in his life after he left him ruined in Nelson’s apartment and the answer was becoming clear as he looked down at the sweaty, heaving mass below him. “Nothing but a fucking cunt,” Thomas seethed through gritted teeth. The feeling to hurt the boy rose in his chest once more and before he let himself get out of hand he thrust in once more and then unceremoniously shoved the wasted Raymond off his dick. Thomas stood and, for good measure, placed his foot on the boys right ass cheek and kicked him forward toward Nelson. He landed with a slight thud, his mind and body not recognizing the reality of the situation as he reached back with his left hand, fingers desperate to find his own hole. Thomas sat back down in his chair and reached for the pipe. He lit up and exhaled a cloud while studying Raymond as his fingers found their prize and moans began to escape his mouth. “The kid’s wasted,” Thomas lazily remarked as he began heating up the pipe. Nelson gave his friend a worried look, but Thomas continued, “But he’s not wasted enough.” Nelson grabbed the boy by the hair and effortlessly flung him back on the bed, feet toward the headboard and pulled him just enough where his head hung over the edge and placed two fingers in his mouth. Raymond greedily sucked and slobbered on them for a moment before Nelson’s dick replaced his fingers. Nelson slow-stroked the boy’s throat and waited for Thomas to continue. Thomas stood to shotgun his hit to Nelson and the two exchanged a lengthy kiss before Thomas sat back down. “This bitch needs to be taught a lesson, no?” Thomas asked but Nelson knew it wasn’t a question. Nelson looked down at the boy as he greedily sucked his dick, lost in his own world, “What do you have in mind?” Nelson began thinking about the sluts he and Thomas used and abused in the past and tried to pinpoint where Thomas was going. Rarely was Thomas just down to fuck a willing hole. He had to leave a lasting mark on the boys he used. Nelson heard about the kid Thomas put in the hospital. As if reading his mind, “If I put this slut in the hospital I have a feeling he won’t stay quiet. And besides, I learned my lesson,” he ended with a sinister grin. “And what would that be?” “To hold back just enough and that breaking a boy doesn’t mean it has to be purely physical.” “So…?” “So, I think we need to give Shawn a call and see if he’d like some company tonight.” Nelson smiled and pinched the boy’s nose, “Hold his hands,” Nelson said to Thomas. He then pounced on the bed and pinned the boy’s arms to his side with his knees as he straddled him. Raymond began to panic and thrash as much as he could before Nelson withdrew and Thomas landed another slap across his face. “Calm down, bitch. You are in for a treat,” Thomas sneered down at him. Raymond flexed his jaw and accepted the slap which was slowly fading from his memory. “You want a treat right?” Thomas cheerily asked. Raymond nodded and then saw Thomas start to raise his hand before he said, “Yes, Sir. Please?” “Good boy,” Thomas leaned down and began passionately kissing Raymond as Nelson approached with small cup. “Ok, now sit up and drink this fast,” Thomas scooted back and pulled Nelson into a seated position as Nelson opened the boy’s mouth with his free hand. “Swallow,” Nelson said and put the cup to Raymond’s lips. The taste was harsh, but even in his current state Raymond’s body knew to take what was given without complaint. “Thank you, Sir,” Raymond said. Nelson began rubbing the boy’s back causing him to close his eyes. He felt Thomas rubbing his hands over his abs and chest and arms and he began moaning. “Of course, bitch,” Nelson said as his gentle rubs turned into him dragging his nails up and down the boy’s back. Not enough to be too painful or leave a mark, but enough to draw the boy’s attention back up to him. “But you do realized that you have made both of us upset, right?” Nelson flicked his eyes toward Thomas, still straddling the boy’s thighs and still rubbing his hands over every muscle he could reach on the boy below him. Raymond looked at Thomas and Thomas nodded in agreement, smiling at Raymond. “And do you know why he’s saying that, buddy?” Thomas asked. Raymond was in no condition to think about anything, but the moment and he tried to think about why these two men, who were rubbing all over his body, were upset. “No, Sir. Not really…” Raymond trailed off. Everything had seemed to be a game the two were playing and Raymond didn’t know the rules. Nelson heard the exasperation in his voice even with all the drugs and pleasure he had given him. Thomas felt the boy’s muscles tense below him even as the two Alphas continued their rubbing and scratching. “Honestly, it really isn’t your fault,” Nelson said as he slapped Raymond sweaty back with his open palm, causing the boy to tense and flinch. “I mean, it is your fault, of course,” He slapped his back again, the boy arched his back even more in his seated position, his chest pushed toward Thomas. Thomas took the opportunity to grab each of the boy’s nipples and slowly apply pressure. “What I am saying is maybe we expected too much from you,” Nelson said before landing another clean slap. The boy winced as he looked back and forth at the two men. Nelson continued, “I thought a boy like you was born to be a true bottom bitch.” Another slap, this time harder. Nelson looked down and admired the hand-shaped welts that were forming on the boy’s back. “But it turns out,” Another slap, the hardest of them all, “you need to be made into a true bottom bitch.” Nelson produced a pair of handcuffs and held them up for Thomas to see. Thomas, all the while still working the boy’s nipples began topinch harder, “Put your hands behind your back unless you want punches instead of slaps. Nelson quickly placed his hands behind his back as Thomas worked his nipples. He then felt cold metal on each wrist and then a click. He tried pulling his hands apart, but the handcuffs held him in place. “Good boy,” Nelson reached down and kissed the boy’s neckand began to gently rub the boy’s back once more. “But you are still stubborn, still holding on to something. So that means we are going on a field trip. But first…” Nelson abruptly left the room and returned within seconds, “Look up, bitch,” he said as he yanked the boy’s head, so he was looking up at Nelson. But instead meeting Nelson’s gaze, he saw his own phone which he unlocked by looking up into it. He began to protest but Thomas put one finger on his mouth to quiet him. “Shh, baby boy,” he said as he slowly put his finger in the boy’s mouth. Raymond instinctively began to suck. Nelson yanked the boy’s head back one more, “By the time this is over I am going to have zero respect for you. Open up.” Raymond obliged knowing what was coming. Nelson spit into the boy’s mouth and he couldn’t help but grin down at the mess below him before pushing him forward. Thomas caught the boy in a hug since he couldn’t stop himself with his arms bound behind him. “That’s the difference between me and Nels,” Thomas began grinding his ass into the boy before kissing him deeply, “I never respected you.” Thomas palmed the boy’s face and pushed him on his back once more before getting off him. “Text Shawn and say we will be there in about half an hour?” Thomas said to Nelson as he began gathering some things and putting them in his backpack. “Sounds good. The g should be hitting him soon anyway. Shower first?” Nelson asked. Thomas nodded and followed Nelson out of the room before shutting off the lights and closing the door leaving the boy handcuffed, high and alone in the dark.

Raymond was a man possessed. Yes, Thomas was there to be pleasured but as much as the two Alphas saw Raymond as a hole, Raymond, in that moment, only perceived Thomas as a way to extend his own pleasure. Sucking this man’s cock brought Raymond a sense of pleasure he hadn’t really felt before. Thomas was just a pole to please and Raymond focused on that. He didn’t need to look up at Thomas, he didn’t need to be concerned with Nelson still standing behind him. He didn’t need to be bothered with anything other than the fleshy pole currently sliding its way down his throat. In just seconds Raymond’s nose was buried deep in Thomas’ neatly manicured pubic hair. No struggle, no disobedience. Just a boy giving in. On instinct, Raymond took a huge sniff of Thomas’ crotch, and he became intoxicated by this man’s scent. This action was not lost on either Thomas or Nelson. “Eyes up,” Thomas said. As Raymond lifted his yes, Thomas placed both hands on Raymond’s head and pushed down further. Raymond’s eyes bulged but he knew not to struggle. Pleasure and pain, Raymond thought. “My cock is practically in your stomach and you’re taking the time to smell my musky crotch?” Raymond gave an ever so slight nod to indicate he was listening and compliant. “That makes you a fucking whore, you know that right?” Another slight nod. It was taking all the concentration Raymond had to remain calm as he felt the need to breathe again. Just as he was figuring out how he might get out of this without upsetting Thomas, the man eased up on his grip and slowly lifted Raymond’s head. After a few inches Raymond took a breath and tried resuming his dick-sucking duties, but Thomas stopped him by once again tightening his grip on the boy’s head without shoving him back down on his throbbing cock. “No, bitch,” Thomas spat. Perhaps it was just the instinctual part of Raymond’s personality, perhaps it was the drugs, perhaps it was a mixture of him wanting to please Thomas as he truly wanted, but Raymond rolled his eyes. He was there to suck dick, he was there to please the man before him, but he was once again stopped because he couldn’t read their mind. The eye roll had Thomas seeing red. “Did you just fucking roll your eyes, you worthless fuck?” Perhaps Raymond was so used to reactions in real life that he didn’t realize he actually did it. His eyes found Thomas. Thomas looked down at the boy, taking everything he had not to viciously skull fuck him until he passed out. He noticed the fear and worry in the kid’s eyes, rightfully so. Just then Nelson plopped down on the bed next to Thomas with a shit-eating grin on his face but it wasn’t born from a sense of levity or fun, this grin was a harbinger. “Do it again,” Nelson calmly said, still half-smiling, fully menacing. Cock still in his mouth, but fearful to make any movements, Raymond’s eyes began to shift from Thomas, who still had his hands on the sides of his head to Nelson. Back and forth all while still feeling the absolute need to be fucked, filled and used. His mind wasn’t clear, but the feelings of fear and pleasure were competing. If, by some miracle, the two told him to get up and leave, he knew he would be free to have whatever control he needed over his own body, but he aslo knew if given a choice, he would stay here and do whatever these two men said, less for his pleasure and more for their. The drugs were fucking with his head because he was brought back to reality by Nelson’s voice. “Do it again. I am not going to ask three times.” The boy really must have lost track of time because at this point Nelson had moved within a few inches of his cock-stuffed face. Raymond’s eyes widened in surprise. “Welcome back, kiddo,” Thomas smirked. Trying to focus but still lost in the pleasure of the drugs and the thick meat in his mouth, Raymond heaved a sigh, one more seen than heard. Then he rolled his eyes once more and then looked down, disappointed in himself. Not wanting the boy to harm Thomas’ dick, as half of it was still in the boy’s mouth, Nelson considered his response. He looked at Thomas, worry in his eyes that he would lash out at Raymond and hurt his cock, but his look reassured him he wouldn’t. Thomas moved his hands off the boy and Raymond immediately looked up at him but was quickly met with Nelson’s spit. Not a foot from his face, Nelson’s spit, landing directly in Raymond’s eyes, conveyed a deep sense of restrained anger that Raymond felt through the drugs and the pleasure his mind kept hoping for. By instinct Raymond’s right hand went to wipe the spit from his eyes so he could properly see. “Don’t even fucking think about it,” Nelson seethed; he had moved even closer to Raymond. Nelson closed his eyes to ease the discomfort of the spit coating his eyeballs. Raymond then felt Thomas’ hands back on the side of his head. He was being slowly pulled up. He learned his lesson and let Thomas have control of his movements. “Open your eyes baby boy,” Thomas said, much calmer than he had expected. Raymond opened his eyes but then shut them immediately because Nelson’s spit slowly creeped from his eyelids to his open eyes. Instead of pulling his head up, Thomas began to firmly squeeze Raymond’s head like a man getting ready to see if he could crush a melon with his bare hands. “Open your eyes, bitch,” as he squeezed even harder. Raymond shifted, just slightly. “And if you hurt my cock in any way, you know you will have to be carried out of here, right?” Raymond reluctantly opened his eyes, a slight sting was felt. Instead of closing them he began to blink rapidly, hoping his eyelids would ease his pain. Looking up at Thomas, Raymond gave another slight nod. Thomas had just a few inches of his cock in Raymond’s mouth and held him there. “If you spill one fucking drop, you will know what pain really is. Do you understand?” The boy didn’t but he nodded, eyes locked on Thomas unsure of what he meant. But then he felt it. Thomas began to piss in the boy’s mouth. Raymond’s eyes filled with panic. He had never had someone piss in his mouth, let alone with the threat of real violence if he didn’t swallow every last drop. His eyes shot to Nelson who was back laying next to Thomas, one hand behind his head, the other stroking his magnificent cock. Nelson rolled his eyes and leaned over to make out with Thomas. Raymond gulped, swallowed and prayed as Thomas unloaded his piss into his mouth. He was lucky the initial stream wasn’t as forceful because it allowed him the few seconds to swallow it in a controlled manner. But even as he swallowed it all, the stream seemingly never ending, he had no choice to look at the two making out in front of him. It was real passion. And through it all Raymond couldn’t get Nelson’s eyeroll out of his mind. Nelson knew that rolling his eyes back at the boy would make the boy feel some certain way, but it was too early to tell. As he was still exploring Thomas’ mouth, Nelson turned slightly to see the boy. Jealousy was the first thing he saw and then their eyes met as Thomas finally emptied in the boy’s mouth. Raymond felt full and the tasted was acrid and sour, but he dared not break eye contact with Nelson. Nelson broke contact and gave Thomas one final kiss before standing up. Thomas looked down and removed the kid off his cock. When he knew his cock was free of any potential danger he sat up and slapped Raymond on the side of the head. But because of both of their positions he didn’t hurt him as much as he wanted. Raymond knew this but didn’t dare react other than look down. He then felt himself being jerked backwards by the collar and pulled to his feet. He choked only slightly as the constriction was only brief. He felt Nelson’s hands on his shoulders, and he was turned around quickly. He faced Nelson and was met with the same harbinger smile as before. “I liked kiddo. I am going to ask you three times. Do it again,” Nelson was right in front him, eyes locked on his. He was beyond trying to figure out their intentions, so Nelson quickly rolled his eyes. Nelson’s smile got bigger, and he went in to give the boy a hug. Raymond was caught off guard by Nelson stepping forward and putting his left arm around the boy but was even more surprised when the hug never actually came. Instead Nelson placed his head on Raymond’s should and said, “If you throw up, you’re fucking dead.” Raymond was puzzled what did he mean… He couldn’t finish the thought because Nelson’s right arm came from underneath and his fist made direct contact with the boys stomach. Pain. Real pain from a real punch. This wasn’t sexual. Raymond heaved forward and fell to his knees, clutching his midsection. He couldn’t breathe and his eyes were unfocused. This was real and he had no clue what to do. The only thing he focused on were Nelson’s last words. Although he felt the need to gag and wretch, he knew if he did, he might actually throw up. He felt the chem piss in his body slowly begin to rise up. He had never been gut punched before, let alone with a full stomach. Nelson looked down at the boy and couldn’t help but smile. On his knees, one hand holding his stomach and the other, palm down on the floor. He looked at Thomas and they exchanged a quick look that said it all. Nelson crouched down in front of Raymond and gently stroked the back of his head and then reached for his hand holding his stomach and placed it on the ground and whispered, “You deserve this.” The drugs still had their grip on Raymond and his mind was racing. He was in real pain, but this man’s touch still electrified him. He felt his other hand being moved to the ground and he heard the words Nelson said and then more pain. Thomas was quick. He knew exactly what Nelson said with his eyes. He hopped off the bed and was directly behind the boy, dick aimed at Raymond’s precious hole. He watched him move the boys arm to the ground and he the second he heard Nelson say, “You deserve this,” Thomas gripped the boys hips and shoved his entire cock in the boy. Raymond was in all sorts of pain, feeling all sorts of things. He shot his head up to scream but Nelson stifled it by grabbing his throat and squeezing hard all while Thomas began to pound the boy. Raymond looked at Nelson, the smile long gone and tried to focus on anything. The pain of the forceful fuck. The pain of being punched in the stomach. The pain of not being able to breathe through it all as Nelson’s grip only tightened. The true power of the party drugs overtook everything else, and Raymond began to slightly pushback onto Thomas’ cock. “Oh, you fucker,” was all Thomas said in response and began to shift his position. Nelson let go of the boy’s throat as he saw Thomas begin to move. Raymond gasped for air while beginning to feel the pleasure of being hate-fucked by the man behind him. Still on all fours, he lowered his head and gasped for air. He heaved up and down while pushing back on the onslaught he was taking. Nelson took a step back and considered what to do next. Raymond had pissed him more than any other boy he had previously broken. Raymond wasn’t broken yet, the eyeroll proved that. He watched Thomas slowly get to his feet,cock still lodged in the boy as he remained on all fours. Thomas placed his feet next to the boy’s leg, one hand on the slut’s right shoulder and the other reached down to grab him by the hair. In one motion, he shoved his cock as deep as he could while bringing the boy deeper onto him by pulling his shoulder and head. Everything else washed away and Raymond yelled. Not because he was being hurt, and yes he was being hurt, but because this type of pain was the cost he had to pay. “Fucking whore,” Nelson smiled.

Nelson continued to watch Thomas relentlessly fuck the boy. He watched the sweat drip and splash in all directions. He saw it pool and gather in the crevices created by Raymond's straining muscles. He watched as Raymond's hair became slick and matted with sweat. But most importantly, he watched the boy give in. He knew the drugs were culprit responsible for this, but he also knew that Raymond chose to enter his apartment, that he chose to walk into the bathroom, the he chose to be slapped and pushed around well before the drugs had any real impact on his decision making. Yes, the drugs put Raymond into a new realm of pleasure but Nelson knew that the drugs really weren't for Raymond, not really. The drugs coursing through Raymond's body were more for the enjoyment of Thomas and himself. The drugs allowed them to punish and humiliate the boy in a way that he would gladly welcome and when it was all done Raymond might have some regrets, but he would, above all, remember these two studs and the amount of raw, animalistic pleasure he felt as they pummeled his cunt. Thomas gritted his teeth and felt the inklings of an orgasm. It wasn't imminent, but the was making its way if things kept up like this. He couldn't take his eyes off the boy. Still restrained, he marveled at the pureness of his body. Not much hair anywhere and the sweat only made his muscles appear more enticing. The more enticing the boy appeared, the more Thomas wanted to ruin him. These thoughts of wrecking the boy manifested in a continuous and unrelenting fuck. The sound of skin on skin wasn't the all too familiar sound of slapping flesh, Thomas' was in hate-fuck mode. The sound was a crashing *THWACK, as if he was trying to force his entire pelvis into the restrained boy. And each *THWACK followed by a guttural moan from the boy. THWACK...ughhh...THWACK...ughhh...THWACK...ughhh...THWACK...ughhh. Then Thomas felt something that he had only experienced a few times before. A relaxing of the boy beneath him. A deeply physical response that indicated the G Nelson had given him was doing its intended purpose. Only a few times before had he been deep inside a slut and felt the moment the G took hold. He looked up and saw Nelson admiring the fucking the boy was receiving and he also noticed the boy's hands no longer clung to the chains, trying to accommodate the deep and rough fucking he was receiving. Now the boy was fully accepting of what the studs intended for him. His body a bit more relaxed, though flexing and grinding enough to indicate he was still somewhere capable of feeling. As if connected, Nelson took notice of the boys altered state as well and gently tilted the boys head to his left and began to slowly feed Raymond his cock. "You going to breed this fag?" Nelson asked, as he worked a few inches of his cock in and out of the boy's every relaxing throat. And for the first time in 20 or so minutes he was unrelentingly fucking Raymond's cunt, he stopped and gave a heavy, satisfied sigh. "Of course, but not yet. I think I want to enjoy this G'd up fag in a few different positions. Let's get this bitch onto the bed." Raymond, further out to sea than before, recognized the fucking had stopped and tried to turn his head to Thomas, but Nelson held his head firmly in place. "Don't you fucking move. Keep sucking." Nelson said as he thrust his hips forward and backward as he began to unclip the restraints. With his still raging hard cock lodge deep inside Raymond, Thomas leaned down and licked the boy's torso and focused on his well defined pecs. He used his tongue to circle the flesh, making his way around the left nipple, tasting the salty and chemical-laden sweat the boy produced before gently latching on to the boy's nipple. This caused the boy to moan, one free hand going to Thomas' sweat covered back and the other to the back of Thomas' head as if trying to get him to suck more deeply on his nipple. Thomas bit down. Not hard enough to draw blood but hard enough to elicit another guttural scream from the boy. Through gritted teeth, Thomas growled, "Get. Your. Fucking. Faggot. Hands. Off. Me!" and he slowly began to raise his head, nipple still between his teeth. Raymond was quick to oblige and his arms fell quickly to his side in hopes that would cause Thomas to free his tender and sensitive nipple. It worked, but not instantly. Thomas continued to slowly raise his head. stretching the nipple and its surrounding skin a bit more before he finally released the boy. Slap. Slap. Slap. Thomas took three swings at the boy's face in quick succession. . Left cheek, right cheek, left cheek. And in one swift motion, he withdrew his now slicked-up cock from the boy's hole. Raymond could not quite process what had happened. He felt the stinging in his face and also a deep emptiness in his ass. He was not aware the body could feel this kind of emptiness, and kind of emptiness that was paired with a wanting. The drugs clouded almost everything that raced across his mind. The emptiness took his mind off the slaps and just as quickly has he felt them, they were becoming a distant memory. Though his thoughts were broken and cloudy, he knew that he wasn't in charge. He tried to think about the moments before all this. How long had he been here? Where was he exactly? Though the names of the two studs he watched unclip his ankle restraints from the sling were on the tip of his tongue, they could not be fully formed. But despite how much Raymond didn't know in that exact moment he knew he was there for their pleasure. Lust and desire were the two words that flashed cartoonishly in his head like neon signs, whose light enveloped everything else that came to mind. He saw Thomas turn and lay in the center of the bed. Watched as he put his hands behind his head. Watched as Thomas licked his lips and flex his unnaturally hard cock. "Get the fuck up and taste your cunt on this cock, boy." Thomas commanded. Raymond looked around, dazed. Trying to figure out exactly what to do. "Get the fuck up!" Nelson yelled as he stood there, one hand stroking his dick, one hand holding a familiar looking pipe and torch. Raymond lurched forward, hands grasping at the sling chains that once held his ankles. He awkwardly scooted forward, feeling the leather beneath him. Hands on the chains, ass at the edge of the sling, the only thing he could think of was to roll to his right and lower himself down, even though he wasn't that far off the ground. Chest now on the leather sling, Raymond felt his feet touch the ground a lot soon than he imagined. Not knowing what else to do, Raymond lowered himself completely onto the floor. On his hands and knees he was not facing away from Thomas and Nelson. "What the fuck are you doing?" Nelson commanded more than asked. But he knew very well what the boy was doing. He had seen enough fucked up sluts try to navigate their own motor skills while G made its way through their body. Most boys he would have yanked and threw on the bed, but he wanted to see if Raymond was capable. Was this fucked up boy capable of doing and acting while drugged up? What were his limits of movement and understanding? Raymond began to backwards crawl until he cleared the sling and he felt the bed to his left. He looked up and saw Thomas, hands still behind his head, cock still hard as ever. He then looked over and saw Nelson swirling the familiar pipe, noticing a small wisp of smoke escape the bulbous end. Nelson saw the boy make eye contact and he winked at him as he began to slowly inhale the smoke. Raymond wasn't sure if Nelson did actually wink, but he was almost certain he did, so he turned and waited on his knees, eyes locked on Nelson's. Nelson reached down, grabbed the boy's chin before inserting his thumb into Raymond's mouth. On instinct, Raymond began to suck. "Good boy," Nelson said before leaning down and blowing the smoke into Raymond's mouth. "Now, go be a good slut and clean your ass juices off Tommy's cock. Got that, slut?" "Yes, sir." Raymond slowly made his way on to the bed and crawled between Thomas's legs and took the waiting dick into his mouth. "Atta-boy! Show me how much you want this back in your worthless cunt." Like magic words, Raymond dove down onto Thomas' cock while Nelson picked up Sarge from the floor.

"Sorry man, this hole is just aching to be stretched," Nelson said as he slowly began to move his finger inside the boy with Sarge still firmly lodged. Raymond's back arched, his drugged up mind instinctively doing its best to accommodate not dildo but now Nelson's middle finger. Still not at the first knuckle, Nelson moved his finger around the dildo while slowly moving it in and out of Raymond. Again Raymond's back arched, but this time Thomas placed both his hands around Raymond's throat has he slid his thick member in and out of his other hold, using both thumbs to apply pressure. In the brief glimpses he got of Raymond's eyes, he knew the boy was, again, lost in the pleasure and relishing the pain. He began to apply pressure to Raymond's throat with each of his thumbs. As the moments passed he watched the boy's body react. First, he felt the boy swallowing more and fast. Then he saw, to both his left and right, the boy's hands wrap around the chains in an attempt to pull himself off the cock and away from Thomas' grip. Then he saw it in the boys body, slowly thrusting up while still trying to manage the invasion of the dildo and finger. In and out his cock went, hands still choking off the boy's air supply. He didn't let up right away, he wanted the boy to understand that he didn't have a choice, so he slowly, very slowly released his grip and watched as the boy's body reacted to having air again. Thomas hadn't noticed, but Nelson was looking at him. "Fuckin' A, dude! That was hot. His hole was clenching tight around the dildo and my finger. Come stretch him out, I think our little slut deserves a reward." Nelson then abruptly removed 8 inches of Sarge and his finger causing Raymond to gasp around Thomas' cock. Thomas took the opportunity to shove his cock down the boy's open throat, causing the boy, once again to grasp as the chains. Nelson left the room to the sound to Raymond gasping, signaling the onslaught on the boy's throat was temporarily halted. "This faggot needs to be more...open," Nelson thought to himself as he walked into his bedroom, his hard cock leading the way. In the back of his closet he found a small vial of mostly clear liquid. After a quick trip to the kitchen he returned to the bedroom, juice cup in hand with a bendy straw added for ease of drinking. He smiled to himself as he saw Thomas on his haunches, face buried in Raymond's hole while the boy was muttering nonsense. Thomas' well-manicured beard was taking Raymond's senses to a new level. Feeling the soft yet bristly hair rub against the sensitive parts just around his hole, while Thomas' thick, sloppy tongue darted in and out of Raymond was driving the kid wild. Thomas slowly jacked his thick and rigid cock while he feasted on Raymond's hole. He knew he was driving the kid mad. He knew his beard was amping up the sensations the kid was feeling. He knew the kid was fucked up and, looking up at Nelson, wickedly smiling down on him, holding a cup in his hand, he knew the kid would soon be on another level. He stood as Nelson knelt down to be face level with Raymond. He grabbed a bandana off the shelf and wiped the sweat off Raymond's face then stoked his head. "You're such a hot fucking stud, you know that right?" He said to Raymond. Raymond turned his head and smiled a big goofy smile, eyes wide. "Drink this, all in one go," Nelson continued as he again stroked the boy's head. Raymond smiled and took the straw in his mouth and greedily sucked down laced juice, too high and too blissed out to notice or care it tasted off. His eyes were locked onto Nelson and the only thoughts that raced across his mind were related to pleasure, obedience, and sensation. He had never felt this good. He had never been treated this good, even if it cost him his comfort at times. He embraced the sensations these two men were giving him. Now, looking into Nelson's eyes, he was glad the stud was giving him the refreshment his body desperately needed. He vaguely heard the sound of air trying to slurp up the last drops of whatever Nelson gave him before he stopped and saw Nelson stand. He felt Nelson stroke his head a few more times before he heard a command. "Open up, faggot." He looked up and saw that Nelson was now standing above him and he opened his mouth obediently. Nelson spit into his mouth and Raymond dutifully swallowed. Just as he was getting lost in the eyes of the man standing above him, he felt the beginnings of something pushing at his over-sensitized hole. He looked down over his sweat-covered body and saw that Thomas had his hands on the chains next to his legs, lining up his thick cock at his hole. "Let's hope Sarge opened you up a bit," Thomas said before he slowly and steadily sank into Raymond. Raymond felt like he was taking a long, deep breath. He felt his hole stretch like it hadn't before while also feeling the heat radiate off Thomas' cock. The boy's eyes widened as the cock seemed to take days to enter him. "Focus on me," Nelson said. Raymond immediately looked up and saw a smiling Nelson. The invasive stretching continued but he was in a daze looking up at Nelson. Still smiling down at the boy, Nelson said, "Fuck this bitch." Raymond was a bit confused, the words not quite registering or matching up the smile Nelson was giving up, but all his senses were immediately brought back to his hole as Thomas took Nelson's command to heart. His hands moved down to the boy's thighs and the slow and steady sinking-in of his cock into the boy was replaced with a mechanical like pistoning. The boy both screamed and moaned, over and over as Thomas fucked the boy's hole. There was no love or anything resembling positivity or connection to the scene Nelson was witnessing before him. Raymond's hands found the familiar chains next to his hands, vice-like on the rattling chains. The boy's body was pouring with sweat, his muscles flexing and contorting, struggling at the brutal fucking he was receiving. But receiving was too calm and ordinary of a word to what Thomas was doing to the boy. His fingers dug into the boy's meaty thighs, latching on to the sweaty and firm flesh as a way to ensure he wouldn't be going anywhere. In and out his cock went, feeling the slut's hole convulse around it. The boy's cunt was on fire. Although the music was still steadily beating in the background, all Thomas could he was the boy scream and moan and huff and puff and struggle. "FUCK...AGRGHHH....FUCK...YES...STOP...PLEASE" Raymond managed to get out. Each wording reacting to the thrusts he was being punished with. Nelson looked down at his cock, it was stiff and dripping as he took in the sight. For some reason he thought there would be some sort of build up, or preamble to Thomas' fucking. But no, not really. The slow entry gave way to an almost maniacal fucking that was born of anger and aggression. Thomas, nor his cock, would not relent. Steady and hard he continued, sweat dripping and pouring onto the boy, splashing as it would collect on his cock as it smashed into the boy. The screams and pleading from the boy continued, but the intensity lessened. The moans of pleasure soon began to overtake the pain. Thomas looked down at the faggot beneath him. His hole was like a constricted furnace. The slut's eyes rolled around in his head, his muscles flexed and unflexed. His words pleaded to stop and then asked for more. Thomas wanted to hurt him. Not the "pretend" hurt, like before where he slapped, smacked, pinched punched and choked. He wanted to hurt him like he hurt Toby 5 years ago. After Toby, Thomas learned what true restraint meant. He learned that he couldn't be the fucker he wanted to be. Maybe that's why he wanted to hurt Raymond like he had done to Toby, they were somewhat similar. Raymond would leave here sore, with maybe a few bruises and marks and wanting more. But Toby wasn't as lucky. Yes, Toby's two broken ribs, two black eyes and cigarette burns healed, but life wasn't quite the same after. Toby hadn't been aware of what he was in for that night when he met Thomas and after Thomas dumped him at the emergency room two days later, he anxiously waited a call or visit from the local police, but neither ever came. He texted and called Toby, wanting to know what he might have said, secretly wanting him to come back for round 2, but the calls and text were never answered. But he knew Toby had talked because Thomas was avoided by every potential fuck slut he attempted to chat with online and at his favorite bar. Thomas believed in consequences so he wasn't mad or upset by it all. He learned a valuable lesson after that: those who wanted to be hurt were not as fun as those who were unwilling. Thomas knew his days of hurting boys like he did to Toby were over and decided to move to a new town and gently push the limits of pain and punishment in his new home. But oh how he wanted to hurt Raymond.

Obsessed was too strong of a word. Ever since that day on campus, Nelson was uniquely intrigued by Raymond. After hearing that Raymond had a nice dick from one of his regular fuck sluts, Nelson began to think about Raymond more and more. Nelson had no problem getting sex, that wasn't the issue. He had trouble finding someone to connect with past the sexcapades. Not just any type of connection, he sought that carnal connection. Of the hundreds of men Nelson had bent over, spread eagle, face up, ass down, only 9 he thought were capable of the connection he sought. In the end, none of them worked out. Nelson didn't want to own someone or be some faggot's master. Those types of folks were a dime a dozen, the types to give up so much of themselves because they had this warped sense of fantasy wrapped in horniness. No, Nelson needed a man with a strong will, someone who walked their own path, someone unwilling to conform but also someone willing to be broken in the bedroom. From Nelson's history, this was a fine line to cross. All 9 had given in too easily, gave up when things got seemingly too rough, too mean, too unpredictable. As fucked as it was, Nelson wanted to show these men twisted versions of himself in order to find someone capable of connecting with. Sex was the wild card. If he could be a twisted mother fucker while having muscle sluts impaled on his dick, he could look in their eyes and see the conflict, the rage, the humiliation, the pleasure, the pain, the longing, the stubbornness, the excitement, the potential. He could see all the things he needed to see in order to judge someone worth his time. Nelson called it his fucked up fairly tale where he found his Prince Charming through domination, drugs and lustful deeds. "Do you want to do the honors?" Thomas asked, handing Nelson the Tina-coated dildo. Looking down at his sweaty, muscled prize, blindfolded and gagged, restrained and in obvious discomfort, Nelson thought that Raymond might be the one. But he had to put him through his paces first. "Fuck yeah, but lower his arms, just a link or two. He needs to focus on this and only this for now." Thomas sauntered over to Raymond's outstretched arms, licked them from pit to wrist, caressing and squeezing the strained muscles, squeezing his bicep and nonchalantly checking the plumpness of his veins before he unclipped the right restraint, and then the left. A wave of relief washed over Raymond. The fire that was inching its way from his wrists, down his arms, to his shoulders and upper back was doused with coolness of relief. Raymond settled a bit more comfortably in the sling, arms still stretched but with enough slack to be thankful. "Thank you," Raymond attempted to say. His head rolling slightly, ass as on fire as ever. "Was that a 'Thank you.'?" Thomas asked. Two slow nods. "You're welcome, sweet heart. How about we give you a present for all the hard work you've done today?" Thomas quipped, while reaching over the boy's head and grabbing a nipple in each hand. A series of muffled moans came from Raymond. "Such a hot muscle fag," Thomas whispered into Raymond ear, pinching and squeezing each nipple. Hard then a sudden ease. Hard then a sudden ease. Then 10 pulses of hard pinches. The boy's chest heaved and fell, his ass ached to be filled. Nelson admired Thomas when it came to his ability to take sluts from pain to pleasure in the same moment. As he thought to himself, Nelson realized he did not quite have that same quality. He was often quick to anger. But now was not a time for anger. With his free hand he found Raymond's hole, inserting two fingers, pumping them in and out watching the boy getting caught up in all the sensations. "Listen up, slut," Nelson said while removing his fingers and using them to keep the boys ass cheeks slightly spread. "I need you to focus on your ass right now, can you do that for me, kiddo?" Raymond had never been called 'slut' and 'kiddo' in the same sentence. Nelson had his attention, even if Thomas was doing his best to distract him. Nelson placed the the tip of the Tina-covered dildo at the entrance to Raymond's cunt and slowly began to push. Slowly, the bulbous head had trouble squeezing into the entrance. But slowly and firmly Nelson pushed. As the first half inch made its way into Raymond's fuck chute, he felt that now familiar burn. It was unpleasant but in combination with everything else going on, he did is best to relax his hole because Sarge had a long way to go. "Yo, poppers for the fag." Nelson quipped. Thomas released Raymond's nipples and went to his bag. He pulled out a small blue bottle and ripped the cellophane off the lid with his teeth. Before removing the cap, he gave Raymond two swift, hard slaps across the face. "These are brand new. Show your appreciation," he said before pinching the left nostril shut. "Breathe deep, 4 times." Raymond obeyed. By the fourth breath he was swimming deep somewhere off shore. Thomas released the nostril and then covered the right, "Four more, fag." Raymond wasn't as quick to obey and Nelson noticed his hesitation. Whether it was because he couldn't focus or he wasn't sure if he should do more, the boy needed to understand his place in all this. Nelson gave a quick jab and 4 inches of Sarge was thrust into Raymond. His body heaved, his torso raised, his head yanked from side to side. "Steady the bitch," Nelson directed. Thomas raised his hand and slapped it down hard onto Raymond's chest and followed through and pushed his torso into the sling. "FUCK!" Raymond tried to say but it turned into something primal when Nelson began to slowly twist Sarge inside Raymond's cunt. Raymond felt tiny pieces of the Tina dust grind against the inside of his guts. Stretched, slapped and invaded, Raymond's mind was going everywhere. "Let's try this again," Thomas covered the left nostril. He didn't have to say a word as Raymond immediately took 4 deep hits. He let the boy adjust before covering the right. Again, Raymond immediately took 4 deep hits. Further he went off shore, swimming the the pleasure of the fumes. The invasion of Sarge was a distant roar. Raymond lay his head back and let his body run on instinct. He felt something inside catch fire. It was like a burning log was being dragged deeper inside him like a caveman dragging his club. There was pain but it seemed to have a purpose. By now Sarge was almost balls deep into Raymond. Nelson was twisting the dildo all the while firmly pushing it in. The boy was lost at sea. Thomas reached down and removed the gag. Raymond instinctively stretched his jaw and began to mutter. "Fuck...yeah...fuck...so...full...fuck...me...fuck...me...harder..." The last word caught both Thomas and Nelson off guard. "The heart wants what the heart wants," Thomas said and they both laughed stupidly. Thomas bent down and began to make out with Raymond. Even in his fucked up state, he was an excellent kisser. Thomas explored the boy's mouth and had no doubt that he was still intent on heeding Nelson's command by focusing on his ass. Nelson began to slowly drag the silicone dick out of Raymond, centimeter by centimeter. Twisting and turning, making sure every particle was absorbed into the boy's cunt. Thomas removed his mouth and asked, "Did you say harder?" There was a brief pause then Raymond nodded his head and said, "Yes, sir." Nelson stood and instructed Thomas to lower the head side of the sling. Understanding his intent, Thomas lowered the sling while Nelson began to slowly pick up the pace. The boy was moaning harder, almost certainly unaware that his head had been lowered. Thomas grabbed the side of Raymond's head. "Open up, sweetie," and without much preparation he began to shove his dick into Raymond's waiting mouth. Raymond's hands wrapped around the chains holding him and began to eagerly work Thomas' dick as best he could all while Nelson was picking up the pace. The drugs were doing their job, Nelson was sawing the boy's cunt with the dildo in increasingly swifter motions. The boy's ass was thrusting to meet the motions. Nelson would push in until Sarge was balls deep, twist, turn and then pull out firmly until just the head remained. Again, he would push in, but this time making circular motions, watching as the boy moaned and ached around Thomas' cock. Thomas, meanwhile, gently stroking the kids face, occasionally interrupting the boy's eager cock sucking by spitting into his open mouth and degrading him with harsh words in loving tones. "Look at you, you fucking faggot whore." Spit. Slap. "You like getting your cunt wrecked, like a drugged up slut?" Spit. Slap. Slap. "Suck my cock like you mean it or we both stop." Raymond would then visibly pick up the pace and do his best to get Thomas' dick down his throat as Nelson was now pistoning in out of Raymond in rhythmic motions. Nelson couldn't help but begin to stroke his own mighty member. Whatever happened when the next 24 hours was done with, he was going to enjoy this boy's body and push it to its limits. With limits in mind, Nelson again began to make wider circular motions as he thrust the dildo into Raymond. Deeper moans came from the boy. On the third circular thrust, Nelson stopped about halfway in and began to rub his finger where the dildo met Raymond's cunt lips. In half circles, he ran his finger over the top of the dildo and Raymond's entrance from left to right, slowly adding pressure. When the pressure wouldn't give he would go back to the circular thrust in and out of the boy. On his 4th attempt, he was able to slip is middle finger inside the boy next to the dildo. This caused Raymond to have a sharp intake of breath around Thomas' dick. "Careful dude." Thomas said to both of them, but more out of concern for his own dick than for Raymond's hole. Nelson gave an apologetic nod, but he couldn't help but get lost in using this boy. Perhaps tonight was just the beginning of a dark and twisted fairy tale.

Raymond tried to speak, but the ball gag was firmly in place. His ass stung, much more than it did before when Nelson did the same thing earlier. As much as Raymond was enjoying Thomas' fingers in his hole, every time he tried to meet the thrusts, the restraints got pulled tighter. Thomas' deliberate placement of the restraints above his head gave him no leverage, caused discomfort every time his torso was pushed down and forward and he found his arms were becoming more fatigued by the moment every time he tried to lift himself up to relieve the pain. Pleasure and pain. The effort to find any sense of comfort was taking a toll on Raymond. Thomas watched as Raymond grasped the chains in his hands and tried to relieve the pain of being stretched at the arms. It was hot site, once again, watching this toned and muscled college student flex and writhe beneath him. Thomas wanted to devour every inch of firm flesh the boy had. Suck and lick and slap and pinch and punch and backhand and slurp and worship and own. Chances like this and boys like this don't come around often. This stud struggling below him wasn't necessarily made to be a whore or a cumdump, that much was probably true, though he would be those to things in the coming hours. After they were done with him he would go on living the life he had woken up to that morning. Though Thomas still wasn't sure if Nelson hated or liked the bound college stud, he was sure to make this a night something the boy would never forget, and as such, he meant to use and abuse Raymond in such a way that whenever Thomas called, Raymond would show up ready to be fucked and filled in whatever ways Thomas demanded. By now, the rock was well dissolved and making its way through Raymond's tight body. Thomas watched as Raymond moaned around the ball gag, eyes rolling, every so often, into the back of his head, but brought back to reality by the pain in his wrists and arms. Thomas looked down at his cock and it was as hard as he had ever remembered. One of those boners that ached and glistened. Beads of sweat pooled in the crevices of the kid's tanned, Spanish abs. With is three fingers still lodged in Raymond, Thomas stood, and began to lick each of Raymond's pert nipples. Raymond moaned into the ball gag, eyes closed. In and out Thomas' fingers went, slowly but firmly. He wanted to go deeper. He worked his mouth over Raymond's left nipple and began to slowly bite it. Not hard, but with enough pressure that Raymond began to focus on what was happening. Thomas saw the wheels turning in the kid's head. He had been purposely unpredictable all night just for moments like these. Raymond was sure pain would soon be coming around the corner as the biting pressure ever so slightly increased. It looked like Raymond was preparing to grit his teeth for the impending hurt. Thomas lifted his mouth off the nipple and licked the sweat off of Raymond's chest, peck and neck. The began to suck on Raymond's neck, fingers still rhythmically going in and out, twisting and thrusting. The boy was in heaven. Thomas wanted to go deeper. He stood, put his free hand on Raymond's should and began to pull him down, deeper onto his fingers. Raymond's arms were stretched. Zero leverage for him to grab the chains. All he could do was watch, and feel, his body being pulled down. His arms muscles trying to flex in search for any relief available all while Thomas' fingers somehow went deeper into Raymond's tight cunt. The discomfort was turning into pain. Raymond threw his head back. this time tensing his entire body in an effort to get any kind of relief. "Tsk, tsk, tsk," Thomas said, pulling Raymond deeper onto his digits. "You really don't learn do you?" Raymond tried pleading, saying that he was sorry and that he would do anything. But all that came out was a mess of garbled words. Thomas released Raymond's shoulder and a bit of relief was met, but not for long. Thomas stood and walked over and grabbed an intimidating looking dildo off the shelf. Raymond's eyes widened. "I call this one Sarge," Thomas said while delicately adding four drops of lube to the 11 inch dildo that was as wide as a can of Red Bull. He placed it on Raymond's abs so he could have a good look at it while he slowly stroked up and down. "You need to be taught a lesson on how to give in and Sarge is just the tool for the job." Thomas reached over and cleaned his hand with a wipe as the dildo plopped forward onto Raymond's chest, the boy's eyes still wide. He went back to his back and pulled out a small canister and gave it a shake. Raymond heard...sand? Thomas saw Raymond trying to figure it out what it was. With the dildo still on Raymond's chest, Thomas opened the canister and then said to Raymond, "If you make me waste any of this, you'll be sorry. Best to be still and hold your breath." Raymond didn't need to be told twice. Thomas gently tipped the can until a fine coating of white dust coated the exposed top surface of the dildo. "Tina dust," he said as he winked at Raymond. Raymond registered that more meth was going to be going up his ass just as he was beginning to feel the effects of the shard Thomas had just given him. Thomas carefully lifted the dildo, as he did that Raymond shook his head no. Side to side, eyes pleading. Thomas nodded his head yes, eyes telling the boy that the decision was already made. Raymond frantically looked around, being careful to not disrupt what Thomas was doing. But as he was looking around his eyes fell on the forgotten syringes from earlier and became still. Thomas followed Raymond's eyes and a huge smile came across his face. "Looks like you need to focus," and he gently placed the dildo back onto Raymond's chest and gave him the same warning as before. He then stood, walked to the shelf and retrieved, what looked like to Raymond, a mess of leather. Thomas then walked to Raymond's head and secured a blindfold over Raymond's eyes. "This is just the beginning, baby boy," Thomas whispered to him. All went dark for Raymond. He could hear the music, it was still the dark techno coming from the living room. He knew Thomas was walking around to his left because he felt a finger tracing along his body, but he dared not move and disturb the Tina-coated dildo. He then sense Thomas back between his legs and he felt the dildo being lifted off his chest. He heaved a few deep breaths. The shard was doing its job. Raymond's ass was once again on fire and the blindfold seem to enhance his feelings of horniness and wanting like never before. Thomas smiled wickedly down at the boy before yelling, "Nelson, you should come in here for this. Bring your phone." Raymond heard Thomas call for Nelson and was saddened that he wouldn't get to see the stud in all his naked muscled glory. That sadness gave way to pleasure as he felt three fingers enter his tight, hot hold. With his free hand, Thomas kept the boy primed by slowing working his fingers into the boy while he waited for Nelson. "Is he fucked up?" "Not nearly enough. Take a look." Nelson entered the room. Gone was the jock strap, instead he was dressed similar to Thomas: a thick steel cock ring around his rigid dick, a black leather bulldog harness and a black baseball hat. "What the fuck have you been doing?" Thomas asked. "Smoking. Calming down. This fucker," he said spitting onto Raymond, "really pissed me the fuck off. Faggot can't listen." He said as he spit again. There was anger in his eyes. "I had to get the fuck out or else I might have really hit him good." "Hates him," Thomas thought. Raymond's ass was on fire but he registered what Nelson said. Through the gag, Raymond mumbled, "I'll be better!" but it was incoherent. Nelson and Thomas both turned to Raymond, "What was that, faggot?" Nelson asked. Raymond slowed down and tried to enunciate. "I'll be better!" "One more time, slut." Thomas this time. "I'LL.....BE.....BET..TER!" Thomas looked at Nelson, tilted his head as if to say, "Maybe let him try?" Nelson took a deep breath, and visibly relaxed and walked over to Raymond's head. "You'll be better, is that what you said?" Raymond vigorously shook his head. Nelson wrapped both his large hands around Raymond's neck and lifted him about a foot. The relief in his arms felt great but he was scared out of his mind. He couldn't breathe. Nelson's grip was tight. This felt different. "One more chance, fucker." And he let go of Raymond and saw the boy's body shudder in pain as his stretched arms took the brunt of catching his falling body. He then turned back to Thomas and smiled, "He might need some G."

Thomas winced. He always knew it was risky shoving a boy down on his cock considering how thick he was. Raymond's back teeth scraped against the thickest part of his cock, but the pain was just a 2/10. But watching the boy's eyes bulge seeing the surprise register was worth it. Raymond quickly tried to accommodate the invading cock the only way he knew how. Involuntarily he began swallowing, keeping his eyes on Thomas. After a few moments Thomas momentarily let up and Raymond was able to bob up and down, using the opportunity to get some of his breath back. Up and down he went. He found a good pace and every other movement or so he would take Thomas all the way down to the root. Thomas was more than appreciative. He sat back in the chair, arms behind his head and let the boy get to work. "Work that dick, faggot," he said and gently slapped Raymond on each cheek. That gave Raymond an idea. With the drugs slightly wearing off he was able to think just a bit more clear. He went down all the way and locked eyes with Thomas as he very slowly began to rise off the rigid cock, using his tongue to work the shaft. Thomas kept his eyes locked on Raymond, sure that he would blink first. As Raymond's mouth finally made its way off his meaty prize, he cleared his throat and hocked a large wad of spit all over Thomas' cock. He then stood and straddled the stud, and used Thomas' leather harness to steady himself as he lined up his hole over the spit covered cock. Thomas watched in anticipation as Raymond began to lower himself, eyes still locked with Thomas. Just as Raymond was about to impale himself, Thomas reached forward and grabbed Raymond's jockstrap covered cock and balls and squeezed and twisted. With nowhere to go, Raymond let out an audible scream as Thomas pulled the boy toward him, Raymond's face contorted in pain. Thomas continued to pull until Raymond's head was on his shoulder, his body shaking and sweating. Raymond had learned enough up to this point not to resist or flail or make sudden movements. With his free hand, Thomas began stroking the back of Raymond's head, increasing the pressure on the boy'c cock and balls just slightly, sounds of true and real pain just barely escaping the corner's of Raymond's mouth. "I don't know who the fuck you think you are," Thomas gently whispered into Raymond's left ear, still stroking the back of his head as if trying to sooth him, "but I decide who I stick my fuck stick into." Without a prompt, Raymond replied, "Yes, sir." "What did you think was going to happen? You were going to go for a ride and hope I'd forget what your boy in there said?" "No, I just...," Raymond quivered as the pressure increased. "Shhh, baby boy. I don't actually care what you thought. But I do want you to answer this question," Thomas could feel, what could only be tears, running down his shoulder. "What was the last thing Nelson said?" Raymond knew and realized whatever came next was going to be rough. "Make it hurt," Raymond whispered through gritted teeth, more of a realization than an actual answer to the question asked. Thomas squeezed a bit more and began to rise. With Raymond on his feet, Thomas lifted his arm a bit more until Raymond was on the tips of his toes and began to walk boy to his right and then backwards. Raymond focused everything he had on staying upright despite the bursts of bright pain appearing when he closed his eyes. Slowly he shuffled back as Thomas guided him by his vice-encased dick. Then suddenly Thomas released his grip. Raymond hunched over, the pain intense but happy to be free. "Stand up," Thomas said. Raymond obliged and as his mind cleared Thomas shoved the boy backwards. Raymond panicked, arms flailed out to his sides trying to catch himself. He heard the clanking of chains and felt his fall stopped by something cold and slightly rigid. He gasped and after a moment or two of getting his bearings he realized he had been pushed backwards into the forgotten sling. He looked up and Thomas was smiling at him. Raymond couldn't help but lick his lips. Though very different looking than Nelson, Thomas was one hot fucker, especially in his leather harness. Raymond had never been in a sling before. He swaying and swinging was momentarily soothing. He reached up and grabbed the chains and began to scoot himself up until he was laying comfortably. Thomas began stoking his cock as he watched the boy's biceps flex as he pulled himself up. The boy only slightly struggled to get comfortable but as he did his various muscles seemed all that much more inviting. He wanted to run his mouth and tongue all over Raymond. But there would be time for that later. Raymond sat and watched Thomas watch him and decided it was best to lower his gaze and wait for instructions. Just as he looked down he saw Thomas move to his right toward the shelf, but he decided to remain still. During all his time have sex, he had never met any two as volatile as Nelson and Thomas. This was a whole new ball game. Suddenly two objects landed on Raymond's torso. "Put those on." Raymond reached down and saw that the objects were two thick leather restraints. Assuming they were for his wrists, Raymond got to work. He struggled a bit to get the restraint on his left wrist, but after a few moments it was secure. It felt substantial. He went to put on the other but fumbled it and it landed on the ground below the sling. His eyes quickly shot to Thomas. Thomas didn't say a word. Instead he walked over to Raymond and began to lightly trace a finger on the boy's body as he made his way around until he reached the restraint. He picked it up and placed it on Raymond's chest. Instinctively, Raymond reached to put it on but Thomas gently patted Raymond's chest and simply said, "No," before making his way behind Raymond. Raymond looked up at Thomas whose face was hard to read, much more than before. Thomas reached down and gingerly picked up the restraint and then Raymond's right arm and expertly secured it. He then lifted and extended Raymond's right arm until it was well above his head. But Thomas continued lifting and stretching until he secured the restraint to a link up high. He smiled down at Raymond, "Gimme," was all he said and Raymond obediently responded by giving Thomas his other wrist. Thomas was not so gentle this time. He yanked the arm up high and fast and quickly secured it. Raymond was immediately uncomfortable as he was basically hanging. Thomas made his way back to Raymond's legs and placed them in their respective stirrups, grabbed Raymond by the cock and balls and began to push the sling back and forth, watching his handiwork. Raymond winced, more at his still sensitive cock and balls being grabbed, but also at the uncomfortable position his arms were now. "Make it hurt," kept running through his head. All this happened in relative silence until the apartment was suddenly filled with the sound of dark dance music. Raymond turned his head and remembered Nelson was still out there doing god know's what. Thomas moved the office chair in front of Raymond's legs and grabbed his backpack what was sitting next to the desk. Though he could not get a very good view, Raymond saw Thomas give his still rigid cock a few strokes before rummaging through the back. Thomas pulled out a small toiletry bag and shoved his back pack to the side. Wanting Raymond to see the contents he stood, placed the bag on the boy's tight stomach and unzipped. Knowing Raymond would be very curious, he was slow and deliberate removing the contents. He poked around in the bag and removed bag white rocks and shook it enticingly in front of Raymond. "You know what this is." "Yes, sir." Thomas placed the bag on the desk. He then poked around in the bag a bit more and pulled out an elastic tourniquet, though Raymond looked a bit puzzled as to what it was exactly. This made Thomas smile. He loved slamming newbies. Thomas did not bother explaining what it was. Thomas removed the next few objects and saw Raymond's eyes widen and fill with a different panic. "I don't think that is something I need to be doing." Thomas had pulled 4 orange-tipped syringes from the bag. All were empty, but Raymond began to realize what was going to happen. He struggled a bit at the restraints, realizing the drugs in his system weren't as noticeable anymore. "Let me down," Raymond demanded, still pulling at the chains and restraints. Not a word from Thomas as he moved the toiletry bag off of Nelson and began to walk toward the shelf. "Please!" Raymond croaked. Thomas was walking back and made his way to Raymond's head. He ran his fingers up and down the boy's arms and then stopped at the restraint. Raymond gave a sigh and looked up and saw Thomas smirking down at him. "Depending on how you see it, today is your luckiest or unluckiest day so far." Raymond began to struggle more and just as he opened his mouth to say something, Thomas placed a ball gag into Raymond's mouth and quickly secured the leather straps behind the boy's head. "Just go with the flow." This was much more than Raymond could have imagined just a few hours ago. "This will help," Thomas said. Once again he shook the bag in front of Raymond, opened it and pulled out a large shard. Thomas licked his finger and slowly inserted it into Raymond's hole. "Fuck boy, that hole is not only fire hot, but its tight as hell." Raymond couldn't help but moan. Thomas worked his single digit in and out as deep as he could. Raymond forgot about the syringes and tourniquet and let Thomas work his hole. A second finger was inserted. Raymond forgot about his arms being strained as they were still uncomfortably secured high above his head. In and out Thomas worked his two digits. He removed them for a moment, placed the large shard at the entrance of Raymond's tight hole and gently pushed, this time with three fingers. Raymond winced at the pain but moaned at the pleasure. The rock stung his insides, but Thomas' fingers felt like heaven. "That's it baby boy, just let it happen."

Raymond’s mind was all over the place. The drugs were doing their job as his hole was still aching to be touched, fingered, fucked and used in so many imaginable ways, but he had truly seemed to piss off the only man he had ever wanted to meaningfully please. The drugs had transformed Nelson from random Red Shirt in the cafe to a man that was able to make the historically rebellious and annoyed Raymond willing want to serve. Raymond, head hanging down, mind running amok, kneeling before Thomas, was confused and disappointed in himself. Disappointed that was giving him the fuck of his life and abruptly stopped the pleasure. Nelson was the last person he had ever wanted to upset, even if it was the drugs making him think so. “You hear that, fucker? Me and Nels go way back. We’ve ruined many a faggot; this is the first time I’ve seen him this fucking pissed. He either really likes or really fucking hates you. Hard to tell with him, isn’t it? Well, either way he gave permission to make it hurt.” He winked at Raymond, the sad puppy dog look on his face still present as he began to hear the familiar flick and click of the torch. Raymond watched as Thomas filled his lungs. He held the hit, put the bong on the desk to his right and motioned for Raymond to move forward. As if by now on instinct, Raymond closed his eyes and opened his mouth for a shotgun that never came. Watching Raymond close his eyes thinking he was getting a shot gun, Thomas, in one swift motion, rolled back his chair, stood up and slapped the ever-living fuck out of Raymond. Standing at his full height, he was able to fully rear back and deliver a blow that connected square on the cheek. The *THWACK echoed in the room. Raymond fell hard against the hard wood floor. It happened so fast he was only able to make a surprised yelping sound before bringing his hand to his left cheek while he used his other hand and knees to drag himself away from his assailant. For a second Thomas thought he went too far, but the slap was loud enough to bring Nelson to the door. Noticing the slight glint of panic in Thomas’ eyes, Nelson gave an approving nod and directed his eyes toward the gear that littered the shelves. A cocky smirked appeared on his face when Thomas smiled back widely, knowing punishment was the name of the game. Nelson disappeared silently back down the hall. The pain and surprise brought Raymond back to reality, if only briefly. “What the fuck, dude?” he croaked while still half crawling away. He was on all fours making his way up when Thomas quickly sat on this back. Not hard, but firm enough to surprise him again. He quickly wrenched Raymond’s left arm behind his back and began to push it up the boy’s muscled back. Quickly his right arm shot back and began tapping Thomas, the universal sign of submission. Thomas leaned forward and sneered, “Touch me one more fucking time with that faggot hand of yours and I break your fucking arm, comprende puta?” As he finished he couldn’t resist licking Raymond’s neck, ending in a nibble. Relishing the sweaty and musky smell, he buried his nose in the crook of Raymond's neck and began to gently bite. Raymond had no doubt in his mind that Thomas would break his arm, so he dropped it and was instantly aroused as the man sitting on his back began licking and biting him. Involuntarily he began trying to grind his ass up into Thomas. His mind confused, his body giving in. “In my experience,” Thomas said, while slowly easing up on Raymond’s bent arm, “disobedient faggots learn through pain.” By this time Thomas had scooted down just a bit, his hard cock rubbing up and down Raymond’s now sweat drenched crack. Raymond could feel the hard cock teasing him, but was also aware of the lessening pain in his arm. Thomas finally released his arm and Raymond immediately move it forward, toward his head, all the pain in his cheek was a memory as he felt relief. “But I also learned, they learn through pleasure,” Thomas said as he began to grind his dick between Raymond’s ass cheeks while also using his hand to massage Raymond’s upper back. Thomas was transfixed by Raymond’s toned back muscles. Glistening with sweat, Thomas was momentarily lost in giving this boy pleasure. Five minutes passed with Thomas expertly massaging the boy, his dick still teasing Raymond. All that could be heard was Raymond moaning so slightly, punctuated with the sporadic, “Fuck yes…” Realizing he had a job to do, Thomas was brought back to reality. “So, what’s it going to be, faggot? Pleasure?” Thomas began to gently lick Raymond’s neck and back, again, gently nibbling in his neck. “Or pain!” With one quick and perfectly timed motion, he shoved his entire dick, thickness and all, into the boy in one rough motion. Raymond howled and attempted to get up. He was strong, and almost succeeded, but Thomas was quicker. He spread the boy’s legs with his feet and grabbed a handful of Raymond’s hair and brought his head down hard on its left temple. Not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough momentarily daze Raymond and let him know that tonight’s pleasure would come at a cost. A cost he knew his body could pay, but his mind, perhaps not. Dazed and with pain coming from different parts of his body, Raymond lay flat on the ground, as Thomas placed both hands on the boy’s shoulder blades and began to withdraw and plunge back it. It is a confusing sensation, letting a man ravage your hole while wanting, with every fiber of your being, for it to "Please stop for god's sake!" and, at the same to, "Fuck yeah, fuck that hole!" Raymond’s eyes were squeezed shut in pain, but he also realized he had reached back to spread his cheeks. Thomas knew that the boy was far from being broken, but he was up for the challenge. “Faggot wants pain,” was all Thomas said as Raymond felt a deluge of conflicting emotions flash across his mind. Thomas was sure he was ripping the boy open. He slowed slightly and examined his cock as it slowly exited and entered the boy. To his surprise, no pink or red streaks. Just pure slickness. He gave the boy a few more pumps before unceremoniously exiting the cunt. He watched it slowly wink closed as Raymond lay panting and limp on the ground. Thomas sat back down in his seat and grabbed the bong. He nudged Raymond’s left leg, “Get the fuck up and clean your ass off my dick. Do a good job and we will see about getting you something to lessen the pain.” Raymond quickly scrambled up and gently took Thomas’ slick cock into his mouth. He wanted nothing more than to please Nelson, and that meant Thomas was the man of the hour right now. Thinking of Nelson, Raymond began to take Thomas down his throat, all the while keeping eye contact with him. “Fuck yeah,” Thomas moaned. He looked down at the stud taking his cock and began to run his hands through the boy’s thick hair. “You really have no idea what the fuck you got yourself into.” He winked and smiled down at Raymond. This egged Raymond on but he was brought back to the reality of the situation feeling the grip on his hair get uncomfortably tight. Thomas shoved Raymond down onto his cock until the boy's nose smashed against his perfectly groomed crotch.

For those who appreciate inspiration. These are not the exact images I see when I imagine them, but close approximations. Nelson: Raymond: And Thomas:

Raymond tried to scream, but Nelson’s right hand clinched the boy’s throat. All that came out was a stifled mess of sounds. Raymond thrashed, but his position only allowed him to move upward and out, causing Nelson’s cock to remain firmly lodged in it is new home. Nelson was well aware of the pain he was causing but he had broken enough boys to know which ones could take the punishment and which ones could not. He was certain Raymond could take it. The pain was intense, but bearable; it was more due to shock than anything else. Realizing that his cunt was locked in place, he began to focus on his hole. He slammed his eyes shut and tried to think through the discomfort. “Open your fucking eyes,” Nelson said casually as if he were talking to a friend. Raymond opened his eyes and felt Nelson flex inside of him. Raymond bit his bottom lip and moaned. It was a delicate mixture of pleasure and pain. “I’m not going to start moving until you’re ready,” he said as he removed his hand from Raymond’s throat. He gently caressed Raymond’s face and carefully swept the hair from his forehead. “You want this. I know it,” this time running his hands over Raymond’s straining pecs. “I told you not to move your hands.” He remained perfectly still, other than using his strong hands to explore the tensed-up college stud on his dick. “You’re mine now. I need you to listen and obey.” He was speaking gently and calmly. He then brought two fingers to Raymond’s mouth and instinctively Raymond began to suck. “Good boy.” He then slowly began to withdraw his cock and the pain was revived. He stopped just as the thickest part was about to exit the hole and slowly re-entered the boy. Once again, pain and pleasure became blurred. He did his best to focus on the digits invading his mouth. Both his hands were wrapped around Nelson’s arm, bracing himself while also using the opportunity to feel the man’s muscled arm. Nelson bottomed out and flexed his cock a few times. Raymond moaned in pleasure. “Fuck yeah, buddy. This fuck stick is taking that hole to new limits.” He began to withdraw. Raymond felt his cunt lips gripping the exiting invader and he involuntarily clenched his hole. This time Nelson moaned in pleasure. He closed his eyes, leaned his head back and let the sensations take center stage. Below him he had a stud of a college boy impaled on his raw cock, he had his fingers in the boy’s mouth, fingers that he gladly and greedily sucked and his other hand gripped the boy’s toned shoulder. He felt Raymond clench once more as the thickest part of his dick slid out of the boy’s hole. Nelson was brought out of his mini daydream. “Fuck yeah, Sir. You’re so fucking big,” he moaned the words and went right back to slobbering on the man’s fingers. The boy was flying high. Nelson wanted him higher. With his cock head remaining inside the boy, Nelson reached down to grab his stash. As he reached to Raymond’s left to grab the pipe and effortlessly slid his cock back into Raymond, meeting only slight resistance as the thickest part disappeared once more. Raymond’s eyes rolled to the back of his head and he clawed at Nelson’s arm in pleasure. Nelson carefully loaded the pipe as he flex his dick inside the boy 4 times. Each time Raymond yipped and moaned in pleasure. Nelson slide his cock back out as he reached over to grab the torch and slid right back in as he straightened himself as he began to melt the crystals. The pain was finally giving way to pleasure. Raymond watched as his owner readied the pipe. After a few moments it was ready and he carefully bent down to shotgun the contents of his mouth into the waiting boy below. Raymond gladly accepted but was disappointed that Nelson did not initiate a kiss. Seeing the disappointment in the kid’s eyes Nelson began heating the chamber and explained, “As much as you may be liking what is happening, don’t forget you are just a hole right now. What I am doing,” he stopped to take another large hit from the pipe, and once again leaned down to shotgun with the boy. As the smoke let him and entered Raymond, he continued. “What I am doing is trying to get you as fucked up as possible so you can fully embrace your role as my property. Keep holding it, slut.” A nod. Raymond and Nelson’s eyes remained locked for more than a few seconds then he gave the boy a slight nod, letting him know he could exhale. Nelson repeated the sequence 3 more times, not once sliding his cock in or out, but only flexing it every now and then to hear the boy’s moan. Nelson reached over to his left and placed the pipe in a waiting ashtray. This movement caused a few inches of his cock to exit the boy and again his hole clenched, trying to keep the monster in. “Fuck boy, you have no idea how good this feels,” Nelson closed his eyes and began a slow rhythm of pulling out a few inches and then gliding them back in. After the eighth stroke, Nelson bottomed out and began to grind his hips into the boy. He then reached out and grabbed both of Raymond’s ankles and began licking and nibbling the kid’s calve muscles. In and out his cock went, slow and steady he was being driven closer to the edge, especially when the kid flexed his hole. Remembering Thomas, Nelson thrust his pole deep into the kid’s guts and placed his legs around his own hips and leaned down. “Wrap your arms around me and hold on, we are going for a short ride.” Raymond complied and felt Nelson lift him off the couch and squeezed his muscled arms tighter around his owner as gravity began to take control. With each step the boy somehow seemed to impale himself further on the massive meat. Raymond was lost in the sensations but was quickly brought back to reality when he realized that Nelson’s apartment was bigger than he thought. Nelson carried the boy to a bedroom next to the bathroom. The door was a ajar and Nelson opened it further with Raymond’s body, pushing it open with his back. It was significantly dimmer in this bedroom. A border of LED lights ran across the baseboards of the room and were illuminated red. Nelson took a few steps and placed his stuffed property on a queen-sized bed that was pushed to the corner. The sheets were cool and were a welcomed relief to Raymond’s body, which he now realized was on fire. “Fuck yeah,” came a voice to Raymond’s right. It was Thomas, but he was strikingly different. Sitting on a black-swiveled chair, Thomas wore a black leather crossbow chest harness and accentuated his firm pecs. He sat, stroking an impressive uncut dick that looked to be 7 or 8 inches and a thickness that rivaled the one currently exploring Raymond’s hole. At the base of his dick was a thick steel cock ring that glistened. And to tie it all together, Thomas was a thick chain-link around his neck that had a small padlock that hung just above his pecs. Thomas stood and walked to the edge of the bed and stood next to Nelson as he slowly, and deliberately, moved his cock in and out of Raymond’s hole. Thomas began to stroke his own cock as the threw his right arm around Nelson and brought him in for a kiss. The kiss was aggressive and passionate and Raymond felt Nelson’s thrusts become more forceful. Raymond laid back and watched these two studs make out and he couldn’t believe how lucky he was to be in this situation. Behind the two men, Raymond saw was a big screen television and a portable sling set up in the opposite corner of the bed. Raymond’s eyes lit up when he saw the sling. Despite his best efforts he had yet to experience sling sex and his mind began wondering to the possibilities of the night. Nelson broke the kiss and began chatting with Thomas but he kept his eyes locked on the boy beneath him. “This hole is just that, a hole. He’s here to be broken. I hope you brought you’re a game, Tommy boy.” Thomas stepped to the shelf just under the tv and that is when Raymond saw the assortment of belongings that he didn’t notice before: 3 dildos, each one thicker and longer than the next. Raymond guessed they were maybe 12, 13 and 14 inches, respectively. He also noticed the bong that he first smoked tina out of earlier in the afternoon, s small leather case that was zipped shut, a few bottles of lube and poppers, two small piles of leather, though he couldn’t not discern exactly what because they were all on top of each other and a laptop that was open that was streaming the porn currently on the television. “How fucked up is he?” Thomas asked. “Nowhere near where I want him to be.” He answered and shifted Raymond up further on the bed. Raymond relished the softness of the bed as Nelson then spread his legs like a wishbone and began thrusting harder, but at a still steady pace. Raymond stretched his arm out and let the pleasure overtake him. Gone were the memories of that initial, forceful entrance. Now that was replaced with a primal need that was being met with each thrust of the thick pole stretching him open. Sweat was dripping off Nelson as he picked up his pace. It was then, with his arms stretched out that Raymond discovered the restraints that were placed on the bed. He wasn’t sure what it was at first and turned his head to examine the leather strap. “Don’t worry, baby boy, those will be put to use soon enough,” said Thomas who then turned to one of the piles of leather on the shelf and removed a piece that couldn’t have been longer than 20 inches. As he approached Raymond, he realized what it was: A leather collar. Thomas climbed on the bed and grabbed a handful of Raymond hair, turned his head and began forcing his cock down the boy’s throat. Raymond was taken by surprise, but quickly did his best to accommodate the invasion. It wasn’t the best position, but the happily slurped, sucked and bobbed on Thomas member well enough to elicit a response from Thomas “Fuck yeah, this slut has no idea what’s about to happen to him. He then turned and winked at Raymond. As if acknowledging some secret signal, Raymond forcefully thrusted one more time before pulling completely out of the boy. Raymond felt empty, despite the cock probing his mouth. Seeing that Raymond was now off Nelson’s rod, he grabbed the boy by the shoulders and dragged him to the edge of the bed and pulled him enough that his head was now hanging off the edge. Thomas knelt down next to the boy’s head and Raymond thought he was coming in for a kiss, but was immediately rewarded with a firm slap to the face. “This faggot thinks I’m going to kiss him,” Thomas laughed, but there was an edge to his voice. The reached down and attached the collar and stood to find a lock to secure it in place. “Baby boy, I don’t make out with faggots. Open up, slut.” And he began working his uncut member down the boy’s throat causing him to gurgle. Raymond knew better than to try and struggle too much to cause a distraction, so he lay there, taking the abuse. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Nelson approach Thomas, but it was him this time throwing an arm around the other and going in for a kiss. Raymond had no choice to watch as the two studs above him explored each other’s mouths while Thomas’ dick continued to make ground in Raymond’s throat. Though the drugs were still doing their work on the boy, Raymond had a realization as he was getting throat fucked: “I really am nothing but a hole to these guys,” he thought to himself as they continued to please each other. Raymond became jealous. He wanted what they had. They had a connection. So Raymond did the only thing he could think of to get their attention: he let go of any remaining inhibitions he had and began to work the cock with his throat, hoping to please these men enough to feel desired once again. “Oh shit! This fucking slut working my meat,” Thomas exclaimed, breaking the kiss. “Fuck yeah, faggot. Get my dick nice and wet.” “Let me get in there real quick so it can clean off my cock,” Nelson said as Thomas dislodged himself from the kid’s throat. Nelson was quick and placed his dick head at Raymond’s open mouth and slowly began to work it deeper and deeper with each thrust. He then reached down and rubbed the kid’s throat as his dick caused it to bulge. Raymond was thankful he cleaned out properly as he tasted the sex on this man’s dick. The assault went on for a few minutes, but the position was comfortable enough to allow a throat fucking without being too uncomfortable. Raymond was lost in the pleasure and feelings of being used that he didn’t realize that his hand was in the pouch of his jockstrap, fondling his soft cock. Nelson leaned forward, shoving his shaft fully into the boy’s throat and slapped the kid’s hand away. “Holes don’t get to use their dicks,” he said, keeping his cock firmly in place. Raymond couldn’t breathe, but he knew to remain calm. But as the seconds ticked by, his need for air and he began tapping his hand on the mattress to alert Nelson, but Nelson paid no mind. He withdrew his dick by just less than an inch and it gave Raymond hope. But Nelson knew exactly what he was doing and thrust back into the kid’s throat causing his eyes to bulge. He was running out of air and, on instinct, brought his hands up and just as his fingertips began to push Nelson’s hips away, he withdrew completely, pulled Raymond up by the collar and yelled into his face, “YOU MOTHER FUCKER! YOU JUST DON’T LEARN DO YOU!” Raymond was caught off guard. He gasped for air but his mind was racing. What else was he supposed to have done, he thought to himself. His eyes shifted to Thomas who was laughing and shook his head in disappointment. “You fucked up, kid,” was all he said as he grabbed bong and torch and sat down on the chair facing the bed. Nelson then pulled Raymond off the bed by the collar and dragged him to Thomas’ waiting cock. “You fucking suck that cock like your worthless life depends on it,” Nelson spat and punctuated it by shoving the kid with his right foot. He then walked toward the bedroom door and before leaving he turned to Thomas. “Make it hurt.” Thomas gave a comical salute and Nelson was out the door and disappeared down the hall. “Buckle up, sweetie,” he said down to Raymond before flicking the torch and filling the chamber with the familiar thick, white smoke.

Raymond scrambled back to his knees and assumed his position: chest and face down, slightly off-center of the middle couch cushion, back slightly arched and his jock-strap-covered ass offered to Nelson like a gift ready to be opened. Nelson watched as the college boy eagerly responded. He stroked his dick and watched Raymond’s back muscles move and flex as he got into position. He stepped toward Raymond but then a thought crossed his mind. As Raymond lay there, waiting, Nelson moved across the living room and grabbed a small wooden box that was on his bookshelf. From it, Nelson produced the familiar, small, clear baggie that his dealer supplied him with the night before. Taking a quick look, he was more than satisfied with the contents and knelt behind his waiting prey and began admiring the boy’s body. With his fingertips, he gently traced an invisible line from the right ankle, up to the calf, behind the knee, up behind Raymond’s ample thigh and found his way to the boy’s right ass cheek and repeated the same motion with his left hand on the other leg. This gentleness surprised and excited Raymond. He moaned into cushion and turned his head on its left side and shivered as Nelson touch found its way to the other lobe. Nelson took the opportunity to give Raymond’s ass four hard slaps all on the right cheek. Raymond yipped at the sudden pain and lifted his head to voice his discomfort and was met with four more hard slaps. Each slap was harder than the last. From the back of the back of the apartment Raymond was startled by a voice that he forgot was there. “Oh shit! Someone ain’t playing around today!” Thomas yelled with laughter in his voice and was quiet once again, getting back to whatever he was doing in Nelson’s bedroom. “Keep your face buried in that fucking couch, slut.” Nelson snarled as Raymond snapped his head back to its original position. Nelson got off on the mind games. He knew that his unpredictability would confuse the kid. Moving from gentle and passionate to dominant and imposing would ensure that Raymond would have no doubt about this role in all this. Nelson had always been intrigued by Raymond after noticing him in class. His standoffish attitude and loner style was attractive. He often dressed like he didn’t care what he looked like, arriving to class with messy hair and mismatched clothes that he was somehow able to pull off. Nelson’s interest level in the boy increased after a brief conversation with one of his regular fuck buddies on campus. The two were chatting on campus early in the fall when Nelson’s pal pointed out Raymond walking across a courtyard to a parking garage. “Dude, that guy has a nice dick.” Just a week prior, Raymond had the guy over for a quick fuck session and hurriedly ushered the guy out within minutes after spraying his load on his back and shoulders. That off-handed comment stuck with Nelson even after the class ended in December. Nelson had tried once to chat with Raymond after class, but he was always quick to put on his headphones and had blinders to the world as moved through the classroom and out into the halls. He was beyond thrilled that afternoon when he noticed Raymond in the café. The interaction at the café seemed so far away, but in reality it had only been about two hours ago. The sun was still up and peaking through the tops of his drawn curtains. “Time flies when you’re breaking boys,” he thought to himself. Nelson reached for the baggie and found a shard that was about the size of a raisin. He stood, straddling the boy’s body and leaned down, with one hand Raymond’s neck, he pushed him deeper into the cushion. With his mouth centimeters from the boy’s ear, Nelson flicked his tongue a few times, causing the boy to moan. He pleasured the boy’s ear for a few moments before whispering, “He’s right you know. I’m not playing around.” And he then reached back and shoved the shard deep into Nelson’s ass. The boy squirmed, but Nelson had him locked in place. One hand on the boy’s neck and the other trying to push the rock deeper in Raymond’s quivering hole. “Be still, kiddo. You just got your first booty bump. You’ll be thanking me soon.” Nelson began plunging his finger in and out, satisfied that the shard was now lodged deep and dissolving in the boy’s cunt. Raymond couldn’t help but moan as the finger invading his hole was giving him pleasure that he didn’t know he needed. He hadn’t been fucked in so long he forgot how the pleasure felt. He began to rock his hips back and forth, trying to match the motions of Nelson’s finger in order to get it deeper. “Someone’s got a hungry pussy,” he again whispered to Raymond. Ending his sentence with a deep, sloppy, tongue fuck to Raymond’s left ear, the boy was sent into a new realm of satisfaction. He began to moan and writhe beneath Nelson and the tongue kept invading his ear. “Fuck yeah. Fuck yeah...” Nelson heard over and over through the cushion. He had no doubt the kid was now his. He gently nibbled on Raymond’s ear lobe before standing up and resuming his position behind. Raymond spread his knees, presenting his ass to Nelson. Raymond smiled in approval then grabbed each of the kid’s arms and crossed them behind his back. “Keep your hands right there. You fucking move them, you’ll be fucking sorry,” growling at the boy, once again. Nelson, leaning back on his haunches, looked down at his achingly hard cock and gave it a few strokes while he inserted two fingers into Raymond’s significantly hotter hole. He knew it wouldn’t be long before the boy was flying. “Fucking hot hole, faggot,” he said as he continued exploring Raymond from the inside. “That booty bump will be setting you right soon enough. You really should show some appreciation for that, slut.” Nelson heard a muffled, “Thank you.” “You are very welcome,” Now with three fingers stretching the boy in a way he had never had experienced. His other hand was now rubbing up, down and across Raymond’s back muscles, already imagining how much they would flex and strain when the real fun began. “You’ve got a fucking hot body, kiddo. I hope you know things are about to get intense,” Slowly pistoning his three fingers in and out of the boy’s hole. “You need to pay attention to what I am about to say,” Fingers flexing and spreading inside the boy. Raymond arched his back as much as he could while bucking his hips back, trying to get as much of Nelson inside him. “From this moment on, you are nothing but a hole to me,” Fingers moving faster now, in and out, in and out. “You are mine to use and abuse,” Slowing back down, now with two fingers, gliding in and out. He began to feel the sweat accumulate on the boy’s back. The booty bump was doing its magic. “Holes are meant to give men like me pleasure,” This time jabbing his two fingers in with more force. Thrusting in, gliding out. Thrusting in, gliding out. “You belong to me now,” Thrusting in, twisting and circling, spreading and flexing. “I don’t give a fuck who or what you are,” Three fingers now, slowly in, circling and massaging the hole. “From now on, I am Sir to you,” Three fingers forcing their way in. In and out. In and out. He had a rhythm and he could feel the boy responding to his words and actions. “Do you understand, faggot?” “Yes, Sir,” came a muffled response. Nelson used the opportunity to further establish his dominance and slapped Raymond’s ass. Raymond flinched, “I didn’t quite here that, faggot. Do you understand?” “YES, SIR!” came a louder response. “Fuck yeah, boy. Flip over.” Raymond was quick to comply. Moving his hands from his back, he steadied himself and rolled to his left and had most of his upper body on the couch with his legs on the ground. Nelson admired his work. The boy’s sweaty face and matted hair was a good look. The boy was feeling the effects of the bump and stared intensely at the man before him, still on his haunches, dick pointing forward. Raymond licked his lips. “Pull your legs up, slut.” “Yes, Sir.” Raymond lifted his legs and hooked his arms around them and brought them as close to his chest as he could. Nelson admired the boy once more. His ass had a very light dusting of peach fuzz. He leaned forward and gently flicked the boy’s hole with his tongue. Raymond’s hole winked in approval. Nelson dove in for the feast. His hands now on either ass cheek, spreading and getting more access to the boy’s hole. Raymond was in heaven. “Fuck yeah. Fuck yeah...” he half whispered, half mumbled. Nelson’s stubble was adding new levels of pleasure to the experience and Raymond didn’t want it to stop. He held on to his own legs tighter, trying to move them closer to his chest to give more of himself to the man below. Nelson was on a mission. His tongue probed deeper, tasting the saltiness of the boy’s hole, doing his best to drive him wild, doing his best to get the hole as wet as possible. After a few minutes of pleasuring the boy, Nelson moved away from his property and raised his hand to the boy’s mouth, cupping it. “Spit.” Raymond complied and spit into Nelson’s palm. “More.” Again, Raymond complied. Satisfied with the amount, Nelson lubed his rigid monster with the boy’s spit. He pulled the boy out a few inches and bent him in order to raise his hole to a more accommodating position. “Look at me, faggot.” Raymond’s eyes met Nelson’s. His pupils were dilated, and he was beginning to sweat more. Nelson placed his right hand on Raymond’s throat and placed his bulbous dick head at the entrance to the boy’s cunt. Raymond was lost in the pleasure, but he noticed a sinister appearance that was no covering Nelson's face. “I fucking told you not to move your fucking hands.” And in one thrust, he impaled the boy with the full length of his meaty pole.

Raymond was lost in the pleasure he was both providing Nelson while he serviced him and in the pleasure he was receiving by having some sort of primal need unlocked deep within. The drugs in his system awoke something he could feel burning intensely. He wasn’t quite sure what it was, but the urge to have his barely-used hole satisfied overtook him. Raymond spread his knees to widen his position, rocked forward, placed his left hand on Nelson’s muscled chest and began to move his mouth and throat over this man’s cock. Nelson felt the eagerness and excitement radiating off his conquest below. “Fuck yeah,” he barely whispered. Raymond was a man on a mission now. His throat began to accommodate the massive rod impaling his mouth and throat. Deeper and deeper, Nelson’s cock filled Raymond’s throat, the thickness not only stretching him from the inside out but stretching his lung capacity. Finally, Raymond came up for air and immediately began to spit and slobber all over Nelson’s shaft. Without missing a beat, Raymond was back do, inhaling Nelson’s cock, inch by inch. “Look at me, boy.” Raymond, once again, met his eyes. He was finding that the more he was commanded to meet his gaze, the more he wanted to give in and be whatever Nelson commanded. Raymond had spent so much of his life being alone, that he never experienced this type of desire before. Sexual situations, prior to today, were mechanical. They were relatively quick and served only the purpose of satisfying his sexual needs. But today, now, was different. Instead of meeting another person to satisfy his own needs, Raymond was being forced to willingly satisfy the needs of someone who knew exactly what he wanted. “Take your right hand and start fingering your hole. Slowly. One finger to start,” he then grabbed Raymond’s left had that had been kneading and caressing his meaty chest and began sucking on two of his fingers. The sensation of his fingers in this man’s mouth threw Raymond into action. He spread his knees, lifted his mouth off Nelson’s ever-rigid cock long enough to moisten his pointer finger, reached back and began to insert his digit into his surprisingly warm and inviting hole. Nelson began moving his tongue between Raymond’s fingers in his mouth, wrapping it around each digit then down between the space that separated each. Raymond realized that this was exactly what he needed. Without being told he brought his eyes up to meet Nelson’s and began to work his own finger deep into his hole. His hole quickly accommodated the finger and he began working in tandem with mouth and throat. Each thrust of his finger in tight cunt caused him to try and get Nelson’s dick deep down his throat. Nelson was transfixed by the sheen of sweat covering Raymond’s body. Each piston-like movement of Raymond’s body caused his back and arm muscles to flex and strain. Nelson moved his hands to Raymond’s head and shoulders: One hand gently coaxing Raymond’s head down further on his increasingly stiffening cock and the other rubbing and grabbing at Raymond’s arm and shoulder muscles. Raymond was lost in the ecstasy. Feeling Nelson move his hands over his body made him realized that this is what it meant to be desired and to be controlled. Despite his willingness to be in this position, Raymond understood that the choices had been made for him and he found that the his wanting to be desired was tied directly his to listen and follow. A flash of understanding shot through Raymond’s mind and he decided to take a risk. Finger still eagerly invading his own hole, he lifted his mouth of Nelson’s dick. “Thank you,” he panted as he looked approvingly into Nelson’s eyes. Nelson knew exactly what Raymond wanted to hear in response but was deliberate in his response. Raymond watched as Nelson removed his fingers from his mouth and instead of saying, “Your welcome,” Nelson forcefully spit, hitting Raymond in both eyes, part of the forehead and nose. Raymond flinched. “Two fingers now, and keep this dick in your fucking mouth, slut,” and Nelson threw Raymond’s hand, which he previously held in his own as he slurped on the boys fingers, down to the side, as if put off by it. Knowing he had to make up for his actions, Raymond greedily slurped back down on the meat before him while working another finger into his waiting hole. Nelson smirked to himself and finished off the contents of the pipe while Raymond abused himself, pistoning in and out with both his holes. After two large hits off the glass pipe, Nelson decided it was time to really get the boy’s engine revving. He grabbed handful of Raymond’s hair and slowly began to pull. Raymond tried to move his head back down to fill his mouth with more cock but was met with resistance as Nelson kept steadily pulling up. Raymond followed the lead of the man controlling him and finally the thick meat popped out of his mouth and Raymond gasped as Nelson yanked his head back roughly. Now that his cock was free, he began to mildly rough-up the boy. Head yanked back by the hair, Raymond dared not fight as Nelson began lightly slapping his face, left, then right, left, then right. Getting harder slightly, Raymond began to wince. “Keeping finger fucking your hole, faggot,” he added, punctuated with more spit to the face. Raymond began the vigorous motion of fingering his hole while he felt his face ache. Despite the slaps being much more mild than the ones he received earlier in the day, the repetition was increasing his sensitivity. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Each slap caused Raymond to dig his fingers deeper into his hole which was now practically begging to be stretched. Nelson relished this part. He was no stranger to breaking boys, but always seeing them take his slaps was what flipped his switch. He knew enough to never truly hurt them, but enough moderate pain established him as the man in charge, the gatekeeper of sexual depravity that could only come with administering such things. It took every ounce of determination to no longer flinch or blink with each slap. Raymond remained locked on Nelson as he took the slaps and his own fingers. This was not lost on Nelson. Nelson reared his hand back as far as it would go and Raymond, despite his efforts, closed his eyes and braced for impact. But he was surprised as felt Nelson’s hand gently cup his chin. His eyes open to see Nelson coming in for a kiss. Nelson began to explore Raymond’s mouth as Raymond began to force his two fingers deeper into this hole that was now aching for more. This kiss was brief, but passionate. Nelson pulled off and brought Raymond further in order to look down on his muscled back. Nelson placed Raymond’s head to the left of his still jock-strap-covered-hip, causing his fingers to dislodge. Raymond let out a whimper, but soon felt Nelson’s large hands rub up and down the sweat covered back of Raymond. “Fucking muscled-up stud,” he said more to himself than to Raymond. Nelson’s meaty palms reached their destination and he gave two heavy slaps to each, smooth mound of Raymond’s ass. Raymond flinched but soon began to spread his knees further apart as Nelson began to palm and massage each lobe. “Fuck yeah, bitch. Spread those legs,” and he began to slowly insert his right pointer finger into Raymond’s hole. Nelson’s fingers were bigger than his own and he gasped in pleasure as he felt the finger invade is quivering cunt. Raymond’s back arched and Nelson admired the muscles working overtime to accommodate the feelings he was experiencing. One finger turned into two and Raymond began to moan like the faggot he knew he was meant to be. He wrapped his arms, as best as he could in that position, around Nelson’s waist and began to lick and slurp and any and all flesh available to him. Nelson smiled as he felt the boy give in. He began to thrust his fingers in harder, spreading them, circling the boy’s hole before diving back in while his other hand gave two quick slaps to the boy’s left ass cheek. Nelson abruptly removed his fingers and roughly untangled the boy from his body and pushed him to the side. Raymond was confused. In an instant he went from feeling the most sexual pleasure he had ever felt to feeling sad that he somehow disappointed the man he was gladly ready to service. Raymond watched Nelson get up from the couch and removed his black jockstrap. He once again marveled at the god before him wearing only a black baseball cap, which was now turned backward. He too was sweaty and his monster of a cock pointed straight out and looked hard enough to swing off of. “What the fuck are you waiting for. Chest on the couch, slut,”

Nelson shifted his weight onto Raymond. The pressure caused him to panic more. “Calm the fuck down. I am going to move my hands and you aren’t going to say anything. And you aren’t going to move a single muscle. Understand?” In need of air and to find a way to expel the smoke in his lungs, Raymond nodded. Nelson moved his hands and shifted his weight off and the duo was briefly covered in a white cloud. Despite being treated like an object, Raymond felt his horniness levels shooting through the roof. Yes, he was a bit panicked and gasping for air, but he also found himself grinding his hips both into the floor beneath him and, in vain, into the man atop him. So many new sensations were bombarding him all at once. He looked up at Nelson who was once again heating the bong. “Remember, I’m in charge.” A nod. A smirk in return. Nelson leaned down once again to shotgun the thick smoke into Raymond’s waiting mouth. Raymond voluntarily lifted his head to meet Nelson’s mouth, but his eyes shifted to the right and left of Nelson, hoping to get a view of the new guest. “Eyes on me, faggot.” Raymond met Nelson’s lips, but instead of moving back, Nelson caressed the back of Raymond’s head and began to kiss him passionately. The white smoke plumed out of the sides of their mouths as Nelson’s tongue ravaged his mouth. Raymond began to buck his hips and grind his ass into the carpeted floor in response. He wasn’t thinking, he was just letting his body react. Nelson moved his hand back to Raymond’s throat. “Open up.” Without even thinking, Raymond opened his mouth and accepted Nelson’s spit. It was forceful and caused him to flinch. Raymond squeezed the throat once more then licked his face. “Swallow, faggot.” Staring directly into his eyes, Raymond swallowed then licked his lips. Nelson shifted his weight off and was quickly off and turned to greet his guest. Raymond attempted to get up but stopped when Nelson turned and moved back toward him. Raymond went limp and remained on the floor. “Damn, you got this bitch trained.” Raymond moved his eyes and caught sight of the guest. He was shorter than Nelson, maybe around 5’9” and looked to weigh about 160lbs. The guest had dark, short curly hair, a clipped and neat beard that was fashionably short and appeared to be of middle eastern descent, but Raymond wasn’t quite sure. “You know it,” Nelson replied and gave his friend a quick fist bump. “He’s a work in progress, but we’ve got all night to break him in.” Raymond wasn’t sure what that meant, but as quickly as the thought entered his mind, it vanished as the guest stood over him, his black boots on either side of his head. The guest looked directly down on Raymond, his head directly above his. His expression was hard to read. He didn’t look either friendly or unwelcoming...tough might have been the best word to describe him. As he was staring down at Raymond he smiled, the guest smiled a wide grin that was disarming. “Open up, sweetie,” was all he said, and Raymond knew what was coming. A slow dribble of spit made its way down a few inches from his mouth before detaching and landing mostly in Raymond’s mouth. He then bent down, used his thick fingers to scoop what had missed Raymond’s mouth and put them in the mouth for Raymond to clean. Raymond greedily sucked on the two fingers while staring into the guest’s eyes. He heard the flick of the torch and the bubbling of the bong. The guest removed his fingers from Raymond’s mouth and met Nelson for a shotgun. “Head back and get things set up, we will be there in a bit," he said as they parted lips. The guest grabbed his backpack and made his way to the back of the apartment. Nelson sat back down on the couch and commanded Raymond to assume his previous position on his knees before him. “That’s my buddy Thomas. Remember how you agreed that I was in charge? Well, he is now too. You treat him how I would want to be treated, or else you’ll have to deal with both of us. Understand?” A nod. “Good job, kiddo. You are catching on. But before you officially get to meet Thomas, you need to be properly introduced to this. Nelson presented a long, thin glass pipe with a bulbous end. “You’re no dummy, I’m sure you know what this is.” “Crystal meth?” “And Bingo was his name-o.” “I’m guessing today was your first time with it,” he asked while flicking the torch and melting the contents. A nod. “Cool," he said with an almost evil grin, no longer looking at Raymond, "Pay attention to what I am doing. I will show you twice and then let you try.” Nelson went through the motions, explained what to do and what not to do and twice filled the surrounding air with the thick white smoke. Raymond, on his knees, looked on intently. A slight sheen of sweat covered his mostly naked body. Nelson handed the pipe to the newbie. “Hit that 4 times. I want to see how much your lungs can hold, you got that, kiddo?” A nod. Raymond took the pipe, hands shaking just a bit. He liked that Nelson had called him boy and kiddo. He wanted to impress him. He flicked the torch, gently rolled the pipe back and forth and began inhaling as soon as the wisps began to form. He inhaled for as long as he could and held it in for a few seconds before exhaling. Through the white clouds Nelson smiled that dick-head smile, sat up just a bit and peeled off his wife-beater and placed the black cap back on his head. Raymond leaned back on his haunches and marveled at the man before him. The corn-fed white boy’s body did not disappoint. Though his flat stomach did not show a cut six-pack, it was a solid slab of flat muscle that was perfect. Atop his flat, muscled stomach, was a mighty set of juicy pecs that flexed and bounced as Raymond took them in. Covering his chest was a tattoo that resembled a scene from a Grecian urn: Six soldiers, three on each side, weapons drawn and advancing on the other. Nelson put his hands behind his head and teased Raymond by flexing his solid biceps. Raymond wanted nothing more than to bury his face in this man’s armpits. “He’s perfect,” Raymond thought. As if reading his mind, Raymond said, “Three more, faggot.” Raymond was brought back to the present and once again went through the routine and filled the air with another large plume of smoke. “Not bad, kiddo, but I think you can do better.” With that, Nelson began rubbing the crotch of his jock strap in an obvious attempt to entice Raymond. He needed no more instruction, and this time pushed his lungs to the limit and filled the space between he and Nelson with a thick wall of smoke. Nelson smile and pulled his growing dick from his straining jock strap. Raymond was transfixed. The cock matched the body. The thickness of Nelson’s cock was mesmerizing. Nelson gobbed a wad of spit on his growing cock and began to stroke. Slowly the mast rose to its full height. It had to be at least 9 inches that flared toward that last ¼ of the way toward the tip. Nelson spread his legs a bit further, jacked his cock and raised one finger, “One more, kiddo,” and winked. Nelson flicked the torch one more time and was determined to make this the biggest cloud yet. The molten, hot liquid was significantly less by this time, so he had to make this one count. Me made eye contact with Nelson and kept it has he began inhaling. Nelson, slowly jacking his now fully erect dick egged the boy on, “Keep sucking on that pipe, faggot. Keep sucking for me. Make me proud.” Raymond’s lungs were on fire but he was on a mission. Finally, he was beyond capacity and held it. “Come closer, Blow that shit all over this dick.” Nelson grabbed the base of his meat and slapped it against the open palm of his left hand. Raymond needed no further instruction. On his knees, he crawled forward, opened his mouth and placed Nelson’s massive dickhead into his mouth and began to exhale. “You can do better than that,” Nelson grabbed a fistful of the kid’s head and forced him down. His teeth grazed the side of his dick, causing him to wince just slightly. He yanked Raymond’s hair up while still keeping his dick in his mouth. “Look at me, mother fucker!” Raymond looked panicked. He knew what he did, but this was by far the biggest cock he had ever seen in real life and pleaded with his eyes. “Watch the fucking teeth!” he said with a small slap to the temple, “I am going to let you off. I need you to work as much spit as you can all over my cock. Understand?” Raymond was released and immediately began hocking up as much spit as he could all over Nelson’s shaft. It was difficult as he was beginning to get cotton mouth, but he worked up enough that Nelson was pleased. Nelson gently lifted Raymond chin with the tips of two of his fingers, “Now, you need to work this dick slowly, at first. But I need to know that you like it. Hard work and a good job, pays off. Got it?” A nod. Once again Raymond opened his mouth and felt Nelson’s dick head fill it pretty quickly. Slowly he worked his mouth up and down, getting the thick slab a bit further down with each try. His hands moved to Nelson’s thighs to steady himself. But unlike last time, no slap came. Raymond looked up and met Nelson’s eyes. “Keep looking at me, kiddo. I want to see your mouth stretched to its limit.” He punctuated the sentence with a thrust upward. Raymond tried to react by moving off, but Raymond held his head tightly in place. “I know this isn’t your first rodeo, slut. Open that goddamned throat.” He growled. His eyes remained locked on Nelson’s, but he calmed himself and began to slowly open his throat, swallowing as much as he could to let his throat massage the thick cock invading him. Nelson moaned in approval, leaned his head back on the couch and let Raymond go to work.