Bareback_austin

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.

“It needs some time to warm up.” Raymond was unsure what to do. Having had his hair pulled twice and choked hard enough to elicit feelings bordering on fear, he was more than intrigued by what was unfolding. “He wouldn’t actually hurt me. This is all part some elaborate role-playing scenario, right?” he thought. Nelson had guided Raymond to the large bathroom mirror over the sink. Standing behind him, Nelson slowly unbuttoned Raymond’s jeans. Raymond looked down to see Nelson’s nimble fingers at work. “Look at me,” Nelson said and with his left hand he reached under Raymond’s left arm, found his way to his flat stomach, up to his pecs and then finally rested, once again, on his throat. He held Raymond in place while he stared at him through the mirror. Raymond’s eyes stared back, a mixture of fear and excitement. Nelson squeezed just a bit, causing Raymond to arch his back slightly and extend his neck upward just a bit. With his right hand, Nelson pulled the zipper down and Raymond’s jeans fell to the bathroom floor. Raymond glanced in the mirror and saw himself, almost every single muscle on his torso was tensed, letting himself be controlled by a relative stranger. He looked down and saw Raymond loop his pointer finger between his black boxer briefs and his flesh. He closed his eyes and shuddered. As quickly as his eyes closed, they shot back open due to the pressure on his neck and the intense squeezing of nuts. “I said look at me!” Nelson squeezed both hands, one to cause pain and the other to stifle any painful cries. Raymond tried to twist and pull away, but Nelson’s leg met the back of Raymond’s right knee, causing him to buckle and loose a few inches of height. Nelson used the leverage to hinge Raymond backward, still gripping his throat and crotch tightly. Despite the pain, Raymond was surprised to feel his cock go rigid, something that was not lost on Nelson. As Raymond made eye contact, Nelson eased his grips, but still kept his prey bent back slightly. He moved his hand up and began to palm the length of Raymond’s stiff cock through the fabric of his boxer briefs. “Well, well, well. Look what we have here,” he said as he groped Raymond’s dick. Raymond pumped his hips forward ever so slightly, trying to get as much of Nelson’s hand on his dick as possible. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. There will be time for that and by the look and feel of it, you’re into this. But if this is going to go any further, I need you to agree to some ground rules.” Raymond began to speak, but Nelson squeezed his throat once more. “A simple nod will do. Do you understand?” A nod. “You’re here because you want to be here.” A nod. “I am in charge.” A nod. “You trust me.” A nod. “Close your eyes. Don’t open them until I say so” A nod. Raymond felt the hand move from his throat and he took a deep breath. Moments later he felt two of Nelson’s fingers in his mouth, shoving something toward the back of his throat. “Swallow.” Nelson felt the small pill make its way passed his throat. He was then turned around and felt Nelson’s body heat close to his face. “Open your mouth.” Raymond complied, opening wide to let Nelson know he had swallowed the pill he gave him. But he was more than surprised when he first heard, then felt, Nelson spit into his open mouth. His spit was warm and slightly salty. He began to swallow but was immediately halted when he felt a vice grip on his crotch and his eyes shot open. “I didn’t say swallow. And I said to open your eyes when I say so.” He gave another squeeze, causing Raymond to close his eyes in pain. He held his grip a few seconds longer. “Open your mouth.” He spit once more, waiting to see if he would swallow. He didn’t “Good boy. Use your tongue to rub my spit over all your teeth and mouth.” Raymond complied. “Now swallow and open your eyes.” Nelson stood before him, still fully clothed and more menacing than before. “Get in the shower. Clean up and clean out. You have 25 minutes.” Nelson turned, opened the bathroom and disappeared down the hall. Raymond stepped out of his jeans and peeled his boxer briefs off his body and felt his still rigid cock slap against his lower abs. He looked in the mirror and was thankful he had spent so much time in the gym. He gave his cock a quick tug and admired himself. At almost 8 inches with a decent thickness, Raymond began to slowly stroke his meat, taking in the entire situation that he found himself in. He had a feeling about what was going to transpire, but there were still so many questions, with the most pressing being about the pill he just swallowed. He was brought back to reality as he heard Nelson’s voice from somewhere in the apartment. “Clock is ticking, shithead.” Raymond quickly jumped in the shower and quickly noticed the shower shot attachment. Because of the size of his dick, his last two encounters had him topping, but he wasn’t a stranger to getting fucked. It had been about two years, but something told him that he would be on the receiving end this day. He quickly soaped up and began a series of washouts with the shower shot. After few more rinses just to be safe, he began to soap up his body, noticing that he was feeling tingly and euphoric. He rubbed his hands across his abs, closed his eyes and felt the warm water on his flesh. His dick began to grow, once more. Under the water, he began to jack his meat while his right hand found its way to his nipple. He was lost in the sensation, but a voice in the back of his head reminded him about the ticking clock Nelson had mentioned. He shut off the water and reached for the black towel and began drying off. He stepped out of the shower and noticed his clothes were gone. All that he saw was a red jockstrap on the bathroom counter. Pulling it on, he looked at himself in the mirror. The deep red color was a nice match for his naturally tan skin. The straps accentuated his ass and he gave himself a quick smile of approval, placed his towel and the rack and clicked off the light. He saw that the only lights on were back in the living room so me made his way and stopped when he saw Nelson, sitting on the middle cushion of the couch, legs slightly spread in a black jockstrap, black wife-beater and black baseball cap, taking a hit off the bong. As he was inhaling the smoke in the chamber, he made eye contact with Raymond and pointed to the spot on the floor between his legs. Raymond understood and was immediately on his knees in front of Nelson. Having put the bong to the side, Nelson motioned for Raymond to come forward for a shotgun. Raymond placed his hands on each of Nelson’s thighs to steady himself but was immediately met with a slap across the face. Nelson exhaled and steadied Raymond by the shoulders, moved one hand back to its familiar place on his throat while the other pinched his left nipple. Raymond had never been slapped like that before. It was real and jarring. But he was distracted from the pain by the pain gripping his throat and realized that pill he swallowed made him moan as Nelson tweaked and pinched his nipple. “You have a lot to learn,” he said as he moved forward off the couch. Hand still on Raymond’s throat, he shoved him backwards until he was laying on his back. Nelson straddled his chest, each muscled thigh on either side of Raymond’s arms, but keeping his full weight off. He removed his hand and reached over for the bong and Raymond saw that the lighter had been replaced with a torch and that the bong was entirely different from the one he had hit before. He watched as Nelson began to heat the bulb until tiny wisps of smoke began to appear and quickly the chamber was filled with dense, white smoke. Nelson cleared the chamber, put the bong aside and lifted Raymond by the back of the neck until they were face to face. Instinctively Raymond opened his mouth and Nelson began to transfer the smoke into Raymond’s lungs. As Nelson pulled away, Raymond made a motion as if he were to exhale, but Nelson was faster. He had one hand over the mouth and the other pinching the nose and rocked back slightly to put more weight on top of Raymond. The panic caused Raymond to helplessly thrash. He had no leverage. “Stop trashing!” His eyes met Nelson’s and he stopped moving. “Good boy. Relax. You’re panicking for no reason.” He held his hands firmly in place for a few moments longer and then gave Raymond the release he needed. A large plume of white smoke escaped his mouth and nose, and he coughed a bit. He tried moving once more and was met with another slap. This one harder due to Nelson’s towering position over him. Before Raymond could fully react, Raymond moved his hands to the nipples of his trapped prey and began tweaking them. Randomly switching from soft to vice-like pinches, Raymond began to squirm in ecstasy. Nelson lifted his weight just enough to rub his jock-covered balls up and down a portion of Raymond’s chest and abs. Raymond had never felt these feelings before. His skin was electric, and he felt like he was drifting within himself just slightly. “Let’s try this one more time.” Nelson once again reached for the bong and flicked the torch and saw the curiosity in Raymond’s eyes. “Don’t worry about what this is, go with the flow, okay?” A nod. Nelson cleared the chamber and brought his lips to Raymond’s and filled his lungs with the thick white smoke. Raymond held in the smoke and Nelson smirked down at him. Just then a loud knock came from the front door and Raymond began to instinctively let out the smoke. A hand was placed over his mouth, the other pinching his nose. “Come on in,” Nelson yelled. Raymond began struggling harder than he ever had, trying his hardest to get from underneath the hunk pinning him down. The door opened and shut quickly, but Raymond was position where he couldn’t see who it was. All he heard was another man’s voice. “Holy fuck, dude!”

Not sure where he was going, Raymond opened the first door to his left and opened it to find it was a closet filled with the normal things a closet might contain: A vacuum cleaner, a few winter coats, tubes of wrapping paper and random boxes. He closed it quickly, trying to remain confident that he knew what he was doing. He made his way a few feet further, on the right was a door, slightly ajar. He tentatively pushed it open and found what he was looking for: the bathroom. Without fully entering, he reached his left arm in and blindly searched for the light switch. After a few seconds, his fingers found the switch and he flicked it up. The room was immediately illuminated and despite not knowing what to expect, he was pleasantly surprised. Before him was a pristine bathroom decorated in whites and blacks. Beneath him the floor was covered in a thin runner of mostly solid black with white accents. The shower curtain, closed, was the opposite being mostly all white with black accents. The countertop before him was barren, save for an ivory white soap container. To his right was a towel rack with two towels, one black, one white. The room smelled of lavender. Nelson told him to get the shower running, but Raymond, instead, slightly pushed the shower curtain to the left and sat on the edge of the tub. “What am I doing?” he thought. He was beyond thrilled. On one hand, he knew if he went along with whatever Nelson planned his sexual appetite would be satiated, one way or another. But on the other, this was still so foreign to him. He felt like he was experiencing a sexual awakening in reverse. Prior to this he had met his partners online via the world’s various apps. When he did venture out with his friends, he did so with the intent to be social and hang out. Sex, to Raymond, was a semi-private affair that he sought out from the comfort of his own apartment. Nelson threw a wrench into how Raymond thought sex should be pursued. It wasn’t too late to leave. In fact, it was never too late to leave. “I’m a grown ass man, I can do whatever I want,” he whispered to himself. He remained sitting on the edge of the tub. He noticed the A/C was on as his exposed flesh became covered in goose bumps. In the brief seconds he sat on the edge of the tub, Raymond ran through a pros and cons list of staying vs. going. As thrilled as he was at the new experience unfolding before him, his logic and reasoning won out. If he stayed and let this scenario play out, he would be allowing a sense of newness and uncertainty into his life that he hadn’t prepared for. All he wanted was an iced coffee and a place to see people but not be seen. Now, here he was, shirtless, cold and in a relative stranger’s apartment, stoned and heeding the words of a corn-fed hunk. “What the fuck,” he thought. Raymond quickly stood, quickly rubbed his hands over his arms and chest to quell the goose bumps when Nelson appeared in the doorway. “What did I ask you to do?” “I’m not...” “I said to get in here and get the shower going,” he said cutting Raymond off. Raymond turned to the shower, turned back to Nelson, conflicted. His eyes darted to Nelson, to the space between his red shirt and the doorway and back to Nelson. Seeing Raymond’s eyes, in one quick motion, Nelson stepped forward while closing the bathroom door. It wasn’t a threatening motion, but surprising in its quickness. Taken aback by Nelson’s step forward, Raymond stepped back, heels hitting the tub, and resumed his position of sitting on the edge of the tub. Nelson gave a sly smile. Instead of disarming Raymond, his heart began to race. This was too much, too fast and too foreign. He began to stand... “Sit.” Raymond sat, rubbing his arms and shoulders to distract himself, not once looking up at Nelson. “Look at me.” Raymond’s eyes remained focused on the black detailing of the rug. “Ray.” Raymond hated a lot of things in his life, but one of the things he hated most was being called Ray. He closed his eyes, shifted his head up and opened his eyes to see a smirking Nelson. “My name is Raymond.” “I know, weirdo.” Nelson stepped forward, now only inches from Raymond’s upturned gaze, much less friendly than before. He placed his right hand on Raymond’s head and felt him flinch. He gently flexed his palm and slowly began moving it down the back of his skull, running his fingers through Raymond’s thick hair, until he reached the base of his neck. He looked down and saw Raymond’s mouth slightly open and eyes closed. Quickly, he grabbed a handful of Raymond’s hair and yanked his head back further. Raymond’s eyes flew open, grabbing at Nelson’s arm. Nelson was faster. His left hand shot out and gripped Raymond’s throat: Right hand pulling his head back, left arm choking him and pushing him up. Raymond’s eyes bulged slightly; his voice caught in the grip of Nelson’s strong hand. Nelson stared down, barely moving. If someone were to witness this, they would see two arms flailing and reaching, while two other arms were flexed and controlled with the only sounds being a slight choking and seething. Raymond’s eyes darted past Nelson to the doorknob. Nelson gave one quick squeeze to the throat. “Stop.” Raymond’s eyes shot up and met Nelson’s. Nelson gave a slight nod, Raymond relaxed as best he could. In one quick motion, he let go of his grips and Raymond heaved forward, coughing slightly. Nelson went down to one knee, gently lifted Raymond’s chin with one hand in a way he had never been touched before. It was an almost loving gesture. “What did I ask you to do?” “To get the shower going.” Nelson stood and moved the shower curtain to the left and revealed the entirety of the shower. Raymond leaned over, not really knowing what he was doing and turned the handle all the way to the right and was immediately met with a spray of cold water. “Good boy. Now get up.” Without waiting for Raymond to respond, Nelson stood, grabbed a handful of hair, once again, and yanked Raymond up, and closed the shower curtain, all in one swift motion.

Raymond and Nelson chatted about this and that as they made their way. And just as Nelson had said, his place was just but a few blocks away. The complex was spacious and well-kept though appeared to have been in existence for at least two decades. Not knowing where he was going, Raymond stayed one step behind Nelson as they made their way across a parking lot and into a courtyard that sat at the center of 4 buildings that looked to hold 4 apartments each. Nelson cut diagonally through the courtyard, up a set of stone steps to a corner apartment, #14. The smell hit Raymond immediately, and he relaxed and felt more at ease. The smell was of an apartment that experienced regular smoke sessions. Where some places Raymond had been were often musty and stale, Nelson’s place smelled warm and welcoming. “Have a seat. You thirsty? I got beer, sweet tea, milk...” “I’ll have a beer, if that’s cool.” “It’s cool,” Nelson replied, once again flashing that smile to Raymond. As Raymond sat on the couch, he watched Nelson bend slightly into his fridge to grab his beer. His red shirt rode up the small of his back just a bit to reveal a smooth, somewhat tanned, lower back. Raymond had never been a fan of labels, especially when it came to sexual attraction. He understood their importance in certain situations but tried to avoid them if he could. But as he watched Nelson stand up and walk toward him, he felt that familiar warmth of horniness grow somewhere within. Raymond was by no means a virgin. Despite his sometimes-social awkwardness and dislike for crowds, he always found time to work out in one way or another. Over the past year he developed a fondness for boxing and made it a point to workout at his local boxing gym as often as he could, and he felt comfortable enough to run with his shirt off, showing the world his smooth, Spanish skin. Standing just over 6” with black hair and brown eyes, Raymond felt that if he were more social, he would be someone others might desire. But his awkwardness and inner thoughts always won out. While not a fan of hanging out with people in social situations, he found that hooking up here and there was enough to satisfy his sex drive. Since attending college he hooked up about once or twice a semester. He found that anything more than that required too much effort to be personable. He also had to find a balance between having randos over and keeping his personal space his. It was a fine line to walk, but he would gladly sacrifice sex if that meant strangers wouldn’t be in his apartment that often. Given his personality, Raymond found that hooking up with guys was much easier to navigate as it required very little effort in general. He didn’t consider himself gay, but sex with men, he realized, was more fun, more detached. “Here you go, weirdo.” “Thanks,” he said taking the can and opening it. “My name is Raymond, by the way.” “I know, wierdo,” he said and winked at Raymond. “What is happening,” Raymond thought. “This stuff only happens in porn, right?” he continued in his head. Nelson returned with his own beer in his left hand and a bong in the right. With his right leg, he moved his coffee table out of the way and stood directly in front of Raymond and handed the bong down to him. “Guests get the greens,” he said and produced a lighter from his front left pocket. Raymond grabbed the lighter and waited for Nelson to move, but he didn’t. He remained standing close over him, smiling while taking a swig of beer. “Cheers!” Raymond said as he lit the bong and took a heavy rip. Nelson was surprised that Raymond didn’t cough. Instead, he looked Nelson directly in the eyes and let the smoke envelop him. It was Raymond’s turn to wink. “This fucker,” Nelson thought. Raymond handed the bong up to Nelson and then the lighter. “No, you light it for me since you’re already down there.” Raymond flicked the lighter and watched the chamber fill with smoke. He looked up at Nelson, who gave a small nod and Raymond pulled the lighter away and watched his host expel the white plume. “This is some good shit,” Nelson said as he released the last of his hit. “For sure. Thanks again for the invite. And sorry for being awkward back at the café. I get caught up doing my own thing, I forget how to be normal sometimes.” “Normal sucks. Weird is where it’s at.” Raymond raised an eyebrow, and Nelson raised his beer. “Cheers, weirdo.” “Cheers!” Within minutes the bong was cashed and the duo sat, both contently stoned. “This is odd,” Raymond blurted out. Nelson, sitting in the recliner diagonal from Raymond, smiled his bright smile. “How so?” “I barely know you. We are here getting stoned and it feels, maybe, like there’s something between us.” “The only thing between us is space. Stand up.” Raymond hesitated. He looked over at Nelson as he sat. There was something slightly different in his eyes from when they were talking outside the café. Maybe this was how functional, sexual beings acted. He assumed Nelson was around his same age. Of course sex had to always be on his mind. It was always on Raymond’s mind, he just never acted on it as often as he would have liked. Raymond stood, not sure what to do with his hands, he put them in his pockets. His mind was racing now. He was excited and nervous, all rolled into one. But he was happy to be getting out of his comfort zone. His desire to be alone was something he valued and appreciated, but now, standing in front of this corn-fed hunk of a man, he realized how much he actually missed the spontaneity of life, something he rarely let himself experience. “Come here. Stand in front of me.” Nelson wasn’t commanding him, but Raymond was compelled to listen. He took a few steps forward and stood in front of his host. Their places switched from when he had arrived. Hands still in his pockets, Raymond looked around nervously, trying not to make eye contact. “You’re nervous.” “A bit.” “Why?” “I’m not used to this...situation.” “It’s just sex.” “Sex?” “C’mon man, you can’t be that dense. Why the fuck do you think I followed you out of the café?” “I...” “Jesus Christ. Fine. Here’s the deal, since it appears you’ve never had someone hit on you. I didn’t need the extra chair. I was trying to just talk to you. But since you’re a weirdo, you made that scenario difficult. Take off your shirt.” “Huh?” “I said. Take. Off. Your. Shirt.” Raymond hesitated for just a second, before pulling his hands out of his pockets and lifting his shirt off his defined frame. His arms fell to his side, but not knowing what to do with his hands, he began wringing his shirt in both hands. “Fuck,” was all Nelson could utter. Standing before him was the definition of sex appeal if you could ignore the awkwardness. Raymond’s naturally tanned Spanish skin highlighted his physique. Raymond wasn’t overly muscled, but perhaps a level or two passed toned. His shoulders and pecs had that perfect combination of being supple and tight. And as Nelson’s eyes traveled south, he admired flatness of the stomach that, when flexed, he knew would reveal a solid six pack. Raymond’s arms were perfectly worked out, defined with just enough bulk to make anyone swoon. Nelson looked closer without moving and noticed that there was very little body hair on Raymond. “Do you trust me?” Raymond laughed, “No. I barely know you.” Nelson laughed in return. “Fair enough. But you trust me enough to be alone with me, smoke with me and be half-way naked.” “Yeah, so?” “Then you can trust me. Go to the bathroom and get the shower running. I’ll be in to join you in a second.” Raymond lingered for a second but made his way down the hall. Nelson followed him with his eyes, taking in the sight. When Raymond entered the bathroom, Nelson reached for his phone and sent a text: “If you aren’t doing anything later, swing by my place in an hour. Make sure to knock loud.”

From an early age Raymond had a feeling he would be alone for most of his life. It wasn’t a feeling of sadness or despair, but rather a feeling of certainty; not lonely, just alone. As Raymond grew from a child to adolescence and into adulthood, the feeling remained. Though heavily involved in high school activities and having numerous friends, he was often bored and detached. He was smart enough to probably get into any university of his choice, but that intellect came with a realization that he could work just enough to get by without having to worry about the stress of getting perfect grades. He was a solid B- student and he didn’t mind at all. Raymond, now 21 years old and a junior in college, had fully embraced his status as a B- student. He rarely skipped class because he knew if he did, he would have to do extra work to catch up. He paid attention during lecture because he knew if he did, he wouldn’t have to study as hard when it was time for exams. He optimized his laziness in order to enjoy his free time which was mostly occupied with horror movies, books and smoking pot. Not that he had much going on in his life. He had made numerous friends while at university and would venture out once in a blue moon to be social enough, but he found that crowds weren’t his thing. Often, he found himself shuttered in his one-bedroom apartment after a night of clubs and bars just to recharge his social battery. By and large, Raymond was an introvert who preferred his own company to anyone else’s. On this particular day, Raymond sat in the café near his apartment at a table closest to the front window. He positioned himself so his back faced anyone sitting in the café while he read his book and sipped his afternoon iced red eye with vanilla. He sat like this in order to avoid eye contact with anyone who he might know. If anyone accused him of not being friendly, he could simply say, “Oh sorry man, I guess I didn’t see you.” As he made his way through his book, he felt someone to his right. He ignored whoever it was and continued reading on. The presence moved closer from his periphery and almost into his eyeline, but Raymond continued to read, ignoring the intrusion, hoping his silence would drive them away. The stranger waved his hand in front of Raymond to get his attention. Raymond gave a deep, heavy sigh, rolled his eyes, looked up with annoyance, “Yes?” “I asked if I you were using this chair? Me and...” “No. Go ahead and take it,” Raymond said, not really registering the other person he was in conversation with, other than he was a male with a red shirt and black hair and went back to his book. “Oh...okay,” Red Shirt said and carefully grabbed the chair and took it back to wherever he was sitting. “Fuck,” Raymond said to himself. This was a familiar scenario he often found himself in. Raymond valued his alone time so much that he tended to be short with anyone who he perceived to encroach upon it. Generally, he wasn’t unfriendly, he just kept his social circle extremely small and would get caught up in his own thoughts that he was perceived as standoffish and rude. Over the last year he had made it a point to be more obviously friendly, though he failed more times than not. Again, he gave a deep sigh, closed his book, rose from his chair and turned to find Red Shirt, still not quite sure what he looked like. Luckily, despite the café being somewhat busy, he spotted a red shirt just a few tables away and walked over. “Hey man, sorry if I was rude just now. I was just caught up in my book.” Red Shirt slightly smiled. “No worries. Must be a good book.” “Sorta. It’s kinda weird. House of Leaves...ever read it?” “House of Leaves...can’t say that I have.” “Okay then. Well, I just wanted to apologize and let you know that I’m not a dick.” Raymond waited a beat before turning and making his way back to his seat. As he sat, he began to replay the last minute in his mind. Despite his best efforts to be apologetic and friendly, he realized that he may have come off as awkward and weird, especially considering he walked away rather abruptly. Social interactions were always a weak point for Raymond. He considered going back to explain that he wasn’t actually an awkward weirdo. He turned and saw Red Shirt and his friends already back into their rhythm of conversation and decided against it. Raymond returned to his book and after 20 minutes of reading the same page he decided it was time to leave. He gathered his things, left a tip on the table, and walked out the door without bothering to look back. He stepped out the front door and felt immensely better just being outside. He took a deep breath of fresh air and smiled. He turned right and began walking down the block while fumbling with his headphones. “Hey weirdo!” He stopped dead in his tracks. Without looking he knew it was Red Shirt. Despite their short conversation, had a distinctively low voice. He considered ignoring it, but his curiosity won out. He turned and Red Shirt had already made up the distance and was about 8 feet from him. Red Shirt was smiling, put on his sunglasses and extended a hand to Raymond. “Now it’s my turn to apologize. I’m not some creep following you...well, I am sorta following you, but I just wanted to see what’s up. It’s Raymond, right?” “Yeah...how do you know my name?” “Dude. We had class together last semester.” “Oh shit. I sit at the front, so I don’t really know anyone who sits behind me.” This was true. Since his freshman year, Raymond had sat as close to the front of class as possible to 1) Avoid distractions from students who sat in front of him and 2) Avoid his classmates in general. “What class?” he continued. “Public Policy Communication.” Raymond flitted through his memories and landed on a name. “Nelson!” Nelson smiled and slightly tilted his head. Now that Raymond put the pieces together and assessed that Nelson was someone he could speak to, he took him all in so he would recognize him next time he saw him in a social setting. Standing just a bit shorter than Raymond, Nelson appeared to be just under 6” and maybe about 200 pounds. He was thick, but not fat. ‘Corn fed’ was the phrase that first popped into Raymond’s head. His jet-black hair was a match to his dark eyes. All in all, he was a general looking white dude that didn’t stand out all that much to Raymond. “And Bingo was his name-o.” Raymond was uncharacteristically caught off guard by quip and snort-laughed before catching himself. “Sorry.” “For?” “Nothing...I mean...I’m just awkward sometimes...” “No shit.” Raymond didn’t know how to respond and just stared at Nelson, hoping he would either carry on the conversation or walk away. Nelson, staring right back and Raymond, crossed his arms over his chest, tilted his head just a bit and narrowed his eyes and waited a few seconds before asking, “You feel like getting stoned, weirdo?” If ever there was a way to get Raymond’s full attention it was through marijuana. “Sure,” he shrugged. “I’m just a few blocks in the other direction. Let’s go, weirdo.”

Will be visiting Austin next week and looking for a top, or two or three...to poz my neg hole. I’ve already got parTy favors lined up and willing to share. Looks don’t matter, just an Alpha attitude and someone willing to pound a slammed up dude for a few hours.

The Intern Part 9 It was 9:32 p.m. and Kellen stood naked in front of his mirror. He had spent the better part of the last two hours making sure he was ready for his evening with James Thomas. Despite the borderline abuse he had received in his boss’ office, he kept going back to two moments that made him forgive the physicality: Their first kiss and the way James ran his finger along his naked body, with him eventually gently holding his chin. He felt wanted, desired, something he had never felt with any other sexual partner before. Yeah, James was a little rough with him, but it felt more right than wrong. And here he was, styling his hair for the 9thtime after changing outfits for the 8th. Kellen had no idea what to expect of the evening, but he wanted it, needed it. From the minute he left the Landis Institute it was as if a sexual awakening had occurred and he yearned for more, whatever that meant. Over the next hour Kellen checked and re-checked the estimated time it would take his Lyft to get from his place to DuPont Circle: 14 minutes. So at 10:40 Kellen requested his ride and at just after 10:56 p.m. Kellen stood in front James’ home and waited until it was exactly 11:00 p.m. He debated on whether he should knock or ring the bell and decided on the bell. *Ding - dong* He waited. And waited. And waited. It was now 11:06 p.m. Kellen leaned to his left and tried seeing through the window shades. And although the lights were on, he observed no movement. “Should I ring it again?” he thought. But after considering it for just a moment, he decided against it. Although he didn’t really know too much about James Thomas, he knew he was a man who did things his own way, and not wanting to possibly annoy or bother him, Kellen took a seat on the front steps and waited. Kellen checked his phone. It was 11:12 p.m. He sighed a heavy sigh and thought that maybe this was all too good to be true (a tiny voice in the back of his mind told him this was a good thing; he didn’t need to be here in the first place, especially after being expertly back-handed earlier in the day.) Though it was still hot and slightly humid, Kellen decided he’d walk back to his place and get to know the neighborhood. No sooner than he stood did the front door swing open. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” James barked at the boy. Kellen turned, surprised. “Umm, nowhere, Sir. I was just stretching my legs.” James stood in the door frame, backlit from the foyer lighting wearing only a pair of dark green gym shorts. He was somewhere between wiry and muscly. Every muscle seemed defined, but just so. He had a very light coat of dark hair that tapered down from this chest to a treasure trail. Kellen couldn’t take his eyes of this perfect looking specimen. James observed the effect he was having on Kellen and considered the kid’s answer to his question. “Get up here.” Kellen bounded up the steps and stood directly in front of James, proud of how quick and obedient he had been. James smiled, disarming the kid and went in as if to reward him with a kiss, a kiss the kid so desperately wanted. Kellen was more than pleased and wanted nothing more than to kiss this man in front of him. But instead of kissing him, James leaned into his left ear and at the same time grabbed a handful of the kid’s cock through his pants and squeezed hard and whispered, “If you ever fucking lie to me again, it will be the last thing you ever do.” He squeezed harder. Kellen yelped and tried backing away, but James held tight and continued the menacing whisper, “You’re nothing. You suck dick like a goddamned amateur and then you have the balls to lie to my face all while running up my steps like a fucking retarded puppy. Who. The. Fuck. Do. You. Think. You. Are?” James released the boy and walked into his house, leaving Kellen on the front porch, front door wide open. It was like déjà vu. Kellen felt as if he was reliving his first interaction with James. But although he had felt just and dejected and more worthless than before, he followed James into his house and quietly closed the door behind him. James’ home was nothing like James himself. The inside was bright, warm and welcoming. Hardwood floors colored of deep brown contrasted by bright walls decorated with subtle, yet inviting art. Trying to absorb as much detail as possible. Past the foyer and deeper into the house, Kellen noticed the deep brown of the banister that complimented the stairs that matched the hardwood floors. He took a few steps forward to see where the stairs ended but was brought back to reality. “In here, boy.” Kellen turned to his left and walked into what must have been the living room and quickly became self-conscious. Sitting on the large couch was James, flanked by two other impressive looking men. On the right was a man who looked tall, even when sitting down. Like James, this man was wearing only a pair of shorts. Kellen noticed the brown hair on his arms and legs, not too much, not too little, just right, but his chest and abdomen were completely hairless. Does this dude have an 8-pack, Kellen thought? This man was an Adonis. Where James was lithe, this man was all power and muscle. Kellen looked him over and he could have sworn the Adonis winked at him. On the left was an equally as imposing man, but he was definitely of Latin decent. He was in shorts and tank top, but the only visible hair, other than the shaggy black mop on his head was a neatly trimmed black goatee. While not as solid and built as the Adonis, this Latin God was no slouch and his various tattoos only complimented his physique. The Latin God flicked a torch and brought a long glass pipe, with rounded end up to his sensuous lips and held the flame just below the rounded end of the pipe and gently rolled it back and forth. “This,” James motioning to the Latin God, “is Roland.” Roland released a large plume of white smoke. It seemed quite impossible that such a large cloud was held in a single pair of lungs. “You party, faggot?” Roland asked. James answered for him. “He does. Don’t you, faggot?” Kellen wasn’t sure what to say, but decided it was best to agree with James. “Yes, Sir.” James flashed a smile that made Kellen melt just a little bit more. But despite what he had just said, Kellen had not so much as smoked a cigarette in his entire life. He drank booze, yes, but that was the extent of what he partook in. He’d seen his classmates smoke pot and do lines of coke, but this odd pipe was new to him. “Atta boy. I’m glad we are on the same page,” James said, taking the pipe from Roland, repeating the same motions and producing a cloud as equally as large. “I heard you were late today, boy. Is that true?” the words coming from the Adonis, who had taken the pipe from James and followed suit. Click. Hiss. Inhale. Exhale. With a combination of the three large clouds dissipating in front of him, Kellen considered the question. “Did James tell these guys I was late? What the hell?” he thought to himself, but knew he had to answer, both quickly and truthfully. “Yes, Sir. I was late.” Kellen glanced at James, then at Roland. Both men were staring right back at him. “Come here. Come stand right in front of me. Let me see if what James said was correct.” Kellen took a half-dozen steps forward and stood before the Adonis. Kellen was close enough to him that he was practically between his well-defined legs. He reached forward and ran his hands up the kid’s thighs, over his hands then up the forearms to his slight biceps before he stood up, causing Kellen to step back just a bit. This Adonis was a giant. 6’4” and all muscle, Kellen couldn’t help but inhale deeply. This was a man’s man. The towering figure then held Kellen’s chin with his fingertips. But with James, who was gentle, this man was assertive and firm as he tipped the kid’s head back to make sure their eyes were locked. “Being late is unacceptable,” He stepped closer, running one hand through Kellen’s hair, coming to rest on his shoulder. “But nothing on this earth makes me happier than punishing faggots like you the best way I know how.” Kellen physically shuddered. His touch. His words. His smell. His presence. All this built on the sensations he experienced with James in his office only hours before. But this man, this Man was more than anything Kellen had ever experienced. He knew, then and there, he was heading down a path that would change him forever. “Pipe.” The Adonis demanded. Without looking he extended his hand left, waiting for the pipe to be placed in it. “Open up.” Kellen obliged as the thin, odd pipe was placed to his lips. Inwardly, he began to panic. I can’t be doing this, he said to himself. But yet, the man had a power over him that he was more than happy to submit to, even if that meant ingesting drugs for the first time in his young life. Kellen reached up to hold the pipe but was cut short. “You just stay still, boy. I’ll do most of the work for now. You just do as your told and enjoy it, okay?” Arms to his side, pipe held to his lips, Kellen made eye contact and gave a slight nod. “Good boy. When I say so, you just act like you’re sipping your favorite drink through a new kind of straw,” the Adonis’ voice lowered. “And don’t you fucking dare stop or exhale until I say so.” The kid understood that this man and James were cut from the same cloth, and Roland too, probably. Click. Hiss. Kellen felt the man twist the pipe slightly left, then right. Left, then right. The faintest wisp of smoke began to escape an opening at the rounded end of the pipe. Left, then right. “Go. Slow and easy,” he commanded. Kellen followed this man’s orders as best as he could. He inhaled and inhaled and inhaled until he felt like he was running out of breath. The Adonis studied the boy as he inhaled. He knew he couldn’t push him too hard. Pain and pleasure were inexplicably linked, and no other substance like Tina helped bridge the two in the most perfect way possible. This kid was going to experience the pain, but the pleasure would be his reward. “Stop.” He withdrew the pipe. “Hold it in.” He brought the pipe to his own lips and expertly hit it, exhaling directly in Kellen’s face, which was turning red, eyes slightly bulging. “Exhale, faggot.” Kellen’s plume was nowhere as large as those of the three men he saw before, but he was proud that he was able to follow directions. He looked up at the Man expectantly, but it was Roland who chimed in. “Fucking weak. I hear you can’t even suck dick, and now I see you can’t even hit a pipe. James was right, you’re useless.” Roland stood and removed his tank top, revealing a sculpted body, covered in tattoos, eyes wild. He stepped up to Kellen, and moved behind him, sandwhiching the kid. One hand snaked its way under the front of his shirt and found his left nipple and pinched it. Anticipating some sort of noise from the kid, his left hand covered his mouth, muffling the objection. “Look at him,” Roland said, pinching harder. “You know who that is, right?” Kellen shook his head as best as he could, feeling Roland’s hand release his nipple and move over to the right, repeating the same painful action. James, still on the couch, stood and grabbed Kellen’s right hand, and lifted it toward the Adonis. “Say hello to Montgomery Landis, faggot.” Montgomery met Kellen’s hand with his own and shook his hand. But what started out as a normal handshake, turned into a vice-grip that seemed intent on crushing every bone in his hand. Kellen fell to his knees, hand still being crushed by Montgomery, when it finally clicked. Landis. The Landis Institute. The Adonis before him was THE Montgomery Landis. Both James and Roland laughed as Kellen struggled through the pain, “Argg,” was all the boy could muster before Montgomery finally let go, Twice in one day his hands were the target of intense pain. These Men were definitely cut from the same, sadistic cloth. “Look at me,” Montgomery said. Kellen, left hand massaging the right, looked up and was rewarded with a wad of spit that landed in the crook of his right eye. “Pain and pleasure, faggot,” he squatted down and reached for Kellen’s right hand, “are one in the same.” Even squatting, he towered over Kellen. Although the pain was less than before, it was still very much present as Montgomery gently pulled it forward and kissed the aching palm, kissing down the middle three fingers until he reached the tips. With his lips on the tips, Montgomery looked Kellen in the eye and began to open his mouth and gently sucked and licked them, watching Kellen’s eyes experience the sensation of pain turning to pleasure. There was a slight *clink to Kellen’s right as Montgomery released his hand and all three men made their way back to the couch. “Light up, faggot. You’re going to hit that fucking pipe until you blow a cloud we are all satisfied with." It was James who said this, while tweaking his nipples, wicked grin on display. Kellen fumbled with the lighter due to his aching hand and brought the pipe to his lips as he saw the three men begin to stroke their cocks through the shorts. He was theirs, and he knew it.

The Intern Part 8 Kellen’s nervousness kicked up 100% when James began leering at him, all while closing the 6-foot gap between them. Instinctively, Kellen took a step back for each step James took forward. Before he knew it, his heels hit the office door. He reached blindly for the door handle behind him and turned to exit as fast as he could. But James was faster. His right hand shot out, covering Kellen’s which had begun to turn the handle. He applied steady pressure to Kellen’s hand, causing the square handle to dig into his palm. Kellen’s eyes widened as he began to actually fear for his safety. James, squeezing harder on the boy’s hand, not only felt him tense up but also the ever so slight beginnings of a struggle. “Mr. Thomas. I should really get going, I…” Kellen was caught off guard as James’ left hand found the boy’s throat. There was not enough pressure to stop him from speaking, but the act of aggression was what silenced Kellen. “Hush, baby boy. Or else,” James squeezed Kellen’s hand harder which caused him to wince while, at the same time, slightly closed his fingers around the kid’s throat. “things will become quite uncomfortable for you. Do you understand?” Kellen, in obvious pain, simply nodded. James released his hand and the kid instinctively began massaging it with the other. With his hand still on his throat, James went in for the kill and gave the boy the most passionate kiss he had ever received. After only a few seconds of his tongue expertly assaulting the boy’s mouth, James noticed that the tenseness had melted away and that the boy’s eyes were closed as he was beginning to enjoy what was being done to him. With his free hand he reached behind the kid and gave his firm ass a hard squeeze causing him to rise up on his toes by just an inch or two. Kellen had never experienced anything like this before in his entire life. In the span of about 10 minutes he went from thinking he had lost his dream internship to fearing for his life to being kissed and groped by his hot boss. His mind was racing. He knew this was wrong and that everything that led up to this veritable stranger’s tongue being shoved down his throat shouldn’t be happening. But the hormones of a 22-year-old Midwestern boy with very limited sexual experience took control after only a few seconds of internal struggle and he began to kiss back. The moments of pain just before were now just a foggy memory as Kellen hands began to feel the taught torso of his boss, running up the sides of his ribcage to his biceps which he began to squeeze and knead like his life depended on it. Feeling the kid give in and reciprocate the kiss, James knew he had him. He released the kid’s throat and Kellen wrapped his arms around James’ back and pulled him in closer. He felt the boy’s cock grow and stiffen which caused his hefty member to respond likewise. James broke the kiss and took a slight half-step backward. Kellen, still lost in the pleasure of the now broken kiss, stepped forward in hopes to continue what his boss started but his effort was thwarted when James roughly shoved him back against the door with his right arm. He shoved him harder than he meant, but he enjoyed the effect. Kellen’s face was filled with disappointment. He wanted more of what James had given him a taste of, but now he was an arm’s length away staring into the eyes of the man who was staring back at him with a devilish hunger he had never seen in any of his partners. And he liked it. James released the boy and returned to his desk. But instead of sitting behind it he grabbed his chair and wheeled it to the far end of the office and sat and faced Kellen. “Strip.” Kellen looked to his left and right, understanding what James meant, but not sure if he should. He heard the dull voices through the door behind him but took in the sight of the man across the room whose dick now strained against his tight pants, snaking down his left inner thigh. Holy fuck, Kellen thought. This guy’s dick was impressive with clothes on. “Strip,” James said once more. But with a more menacing tone this time. Kellen nervously undid his tie and tossed it on the ground and stepped out of his shoes, first the left, then the right and pushed them to the side with his foot. Off came his jacket and as he looked for a place to hang it, James chimed it. “Just throw it on the floor.” Kellen considered this and did as he was told. His hand found his belt clasp and fumbled with it for a moment before he pulled it through the loops with his right hand and tossed it on his jacket. James began to stroke his cock through his pants, spreading his legs wider as the kid across the room began to unbutton his pants. They fell to the ground and James couldn’t help but smile as he ungracefully stepped out of them with the left cuff getting caught on his heel. The kid regained his composure and looked embarrassingly at James as he began to free the buttons at the wrist then at the neck down to the last one just below his belly button. The deep hunger to ravish and corrupt a bottom filled James like never before. Standing before him was a naïve boy who had no idea what he had just gotten himself into. He watched as the kid began to remove his slightly wrinkled button down and tossed it on the pile next to him. The natural lighting in the room made the kid look absolutely stunning. Kellen’s light brown hair and pale, toned body was on fully display with only a pair of navy-blue boxer briefs protecting his nakedness. “Fuck.” Was all James could whisper as he took in the sight of the kid. It was his shyness and inexperience, coupled with his build that put James into overdrive. He was going to have some great fun with the kid over the next 10 weeks, sending him back home to the Midwest as a changed person. Unsure what to do with his hands, Kellen clasped them in front of his growing cock and tried to hide it from the man in front of him. “When I said strip, I meant everything.” Kellen, embarrassed by what he was about to do, turned to face the office door and bent over to remove the last of his clothing, not knowing he was giving his boss a view of what he really wanted. James licked his lips like a hungry wolf as Kellen revealed two milky-white globes of perfection. No hair, no tan, nothing but innocent flesh waiting to be used and abused. Kellen slowly turned, hands unable to fully hide his now stiff cock. Unable to look James in the eye, he kept his gaze downward, willing his boner to subside, hoping that would help the embarrassment. “Hands to your side. Eyes up.” Kellen sheepishly lifted his head to meet the gaze of James, who gave him a slight nod, letting him know he was doing the right thing. That nod was all the coaxing the kid needed and let his arms fall to his side. James was impressed. Not only did the kid have a tight, slim body that he liked in his conquests, but he had very nice 7.5’ uncut piece of meat standing at attention. “From here on out, you will do everything I tell you. And forget what I said earlier about you calling me Sir. Do you understand?” “Yes, Sir.” Was all he said as he did his best to maintain eye contact with his boss, despite his current state of naked horniness. “Good. Now get on your hands and knees and crawl over to me.” As Kellen began to make his way to the man calling the shots across the room, he was surprised that he was even in this situation. It all happened so fast, but it felt right even while feeling so wrong. He had never messed around with someone this good looking before. The three sexual experiences prior to this one were all awkward and unsatisfying. James knew what he was doing, and Kellen was more than willing to oblige in hopes that all the frustratingly painful sexual experiences of the past would more than be made up for here and now. “Good boy,” James said as his conquest now rested on his knees before him. “How many dicks have you sucked?” “Three.” “Three, what?” “Three dicks. I’ve only sucked three.” James was quick, much quicker than moments earlier at the door. Before Kellen could even flinch, James had his right hand up and had back-handed the naked Kellen hard enough to cause him to fall back with a small pin-prick of blood forming on the kid’s bottom lip. Kellen was shocked and again found himself moving backward as James stood and walked toward the retreating kid. “Stop! Now!” Kellen froze thinking his boss was loud enough to alert those outside the door and waited. When he realized no help was coming, he looked up at the now visibly angry James who had both fists clenched. James straddled the kid, one foot placed on the outside of Kellen’s legs, between the knee and hip and glared down at him. If having his hand painfully squeezed around a door handle was scary, Kellen was all out frightened now. He had never been hit before in his life, let alone when he was naked and horny. He knew he had to get out of this office and building as fast as he could. All of this was a mistake and he wished he had trusted his instincts and left when he first felt that something wasn’t right. It took everything he had to not burst into tears right then and there. He was naked and afraid and couldn’t help but notice that James’ dick was still as stiff as ever, aching to break the threads of his pants. “I said from here on out you say Sir! You really are a stupid piece of shit, aren’t you?” James punctuated this by knocking the inside of his right foot against Kellen’s leg, causing the kid to slightly jump back a few inches, which James quickly accommodated for. “I SAID STOP MOVING!” this time brining his left foot against the kids’ leg. Kellen didn’t dare move but hoped and prayed someone heard James’ yell this time, hoping someone would come in and save him, despite his nakedness. As if reading his mind, James bent down to get close to the kid’s face and teased him with his index finger, running it up from his left hip, slowly up his tight torso, circling around his left nipple, up to the side of his neck and finally cradling the kid’s chin in his fingertips. His touch was electric. Once again, the fear melted away and Kellen was aware of nothing else in existence than this man’s touch on his naked body. With his chin being held gently by this man, Kellen once again gave in. He had never been touched or held so gently before. Kellen had no idea what love was, but he imagined that it began with gentle touches. And although he had been shoved and hit just moments earlier, he yearned to be wanted, yearned to be held and with those thoughts, he sat up and looked into James’ eyes. “I’ve sucked three dicks, Sir.” “It’s about to be four.” Kellen, listening like an apt pupil, watched as James unbuckled his belt and let his trouser fall. An audible gasp escaped his lips as James let loose his monster. “We’ve got a lot to do, so get started.” Kellen had never touched or even seen a dick this big. It had to have been at least 9 inches and as thick as a bottle of beer. When he realized he wasn’t going to get any instructions from James, Kellen gave the rigid monster a few strokes with both hands before sticking his tongue out and wrapping his lips around the uncut head. “Atta boy,” James said, approving of the attention he was getting so far. The kid slowly worked his tongue around the head and allowed more of the shaft to enter his mouth. The thickness wasn’t unbearable, but he knew it would be once more of it entered his mouth. “Look up at me.” Kellen lifted his eyes, mouth still full of his boss’ cock and looked up and was relieved to see James smiling. “You’re doing so good, baby boy. But I think you can do better. What do you think?” Kellen slightly nodded while doing everything to convey with his eyes: Yes, Sir, I can do better! James reached down and caressed the kid’s head as he strained to get more dick into his mouth. “It’s big, I know, so I’m going to help you out a bit, okay?” “Emh, Suh,” Kellen said, hoping his ‘Yes, Sir’ was clear enough to not get hit again. “Good boy,” he ran his right hand through Kellen’s hair before grabbing a handful. He saw the surprise in Kellen’s eyes. “Don’t worry, boy. This is just to help me train you. When I pull your head closer to my crotch, you need to relax your throat and swallow, okay?” Kellen slightly nodded. “God, you’re so fucking special, you know that right?” Kellen wanted nothing more than to please this man. Despite everything that had happened, he wanted to make him feel good. He wanted him to want him as much as he did. Kellen swallowed and tried as hard as he could to get James’ monster down his throat, but the thickness was making his jaw sore after just only a few minutes. James saw and felt that Kellen wasn’t quite able to accommodate, so he took the kid’s head in both hands. “You’ve got to learn one way or another. Sorry, not sorry, faggot.” James shuffled a few inches forward, just enough to get Kellen off balance and began to rock his hips back and forth, using the kid’s mouth and throat. Although he wasn’t quite able to get it all down the faggot’s throat, he could easily get off on the struggling sensation coming from Kellen. The kid had never been face-fucked before and his awkward sitting position with James leaning slightly over him didn’t allow him to have any leverage to get comfortable. All he could do was grab on James’ legs and lift himself ever so slightly off the ground to make it has comfortable as possible as the dick began to pick up the pace. With James in control, Kellen was no longer trying to give a decent blow job but was instead doing his best to relax his mouth, throat and jaw to make it as painless as possible. He knew his comfort was the least of his boss’ concern did his best to maintain one position that pleased James. This went on for more than a few minutes. Kellen felt his arm muscles beginning to tired and the inklings of a spasm building. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep this up. He gripped tighter on James’ legs which caused James to tense up and pick up the pace. James loved breaking a boy, and while this was only a taste of what was to come later on in the evening, he would enjoy it for what it was worth. Without giving him a warning, James put both hands on the back of the kid’s head and shoved his cock as deep as it would go and began to shoot volley after volley of seed down the kids throat. Kellen was caught off guard and was always used to guys telling him they were about to cum, but that didn’t happen this time. With all but one or two inches of the beast down his throat, he began to struggle for air as he felt, what seemed like a never-ending orgasm, fill him up. James withdrew only a few inches, still keeping a majority of his cock in the kid but enough to give him some breathing room. “FUCK!” was all James said as his orgasm finally subsided. He withdrew a bit more and saw the kid visibly relax. “Keep swallowing.” Kellen did as he was told until James finally totally withdrew and the was never more appreciative of oxygen until then. “That was a bad blow job at best, faggot. You’ve got a lot to learn.” James gave Kellen a few light slaps and just to make sure the kid was dejected even more, he continued, “Your oral ‘skills’ are shit, don’t think that you got me off. I got myself off, understand?” “Yes, Sir.” He said, sounding like someone had just taken his favorite toy. James pulled up his pants and stuffed his softening dick back into his pants while Kellen just sat and watched. Giving himself a once-over using his reflection from his window, he reached into his wallet and produced a card and flicked it toward a still naked and motionless Kellen. “That has my address. Be there 11 p.m. Sharp. If you’re even a minute late, don’t bother ringing the bell and don’t bother coming into work tomorrow.” Noticing that James was about to open the door, Kellen scrambled to his left to hide from anyone who might see. James left the kid without a look or another word. Knowing he would see him later that evening, he sent a text to his dealer: “The usual. My place, 10 p.m.”

The Intern Part 7 “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Kellen frantically scrambled around his room as he simultaneously tried to put on his pants, shirt, and tie while getting his backpack together. It was 7:39 a.m. and he had to be at the Landis Institute by 8 a.m. At 8:09 a.m. a very sweaty and anxious looking Kellen made his way through the front door of the office building that housed the Landis Institute and up to the 6th floor hoping no one would notice, or at the very least, be somewhat forgiving since it was his first day in a new city. “Are you Kellen?” he heard a voice bark from behind as he looked at the directory next to the elevator. “You’re fucking late,” the voice continued. Kellen turned to find the source of the voice and, after noticing his ID badge, he realized he was face to face with the person who hired him over the phone all those weeks ago: James Thomas. “I’m so sorry, sir. My alarm clock…” “Stop. First, don’t ever call me sir. Second, I’m generally pretty fucking pleasant, but you showed up late on your first day. I interviewed 29 applicants for this position and took a chance on you because I was impressed with the way you talked about your work ethic and your desire to affect change,” he paused, looked the kid up and down, took a half step forward to close the space between them and finished, “I obviously made a mistake.” With that James turned and walked down the hall, leaving a shocked and bewildered Kellen standing alone wondering if he still had an internship for the rest of the summer. Not knowing what else to do and with no one to give him any sort of guidance and still reeling from the interaction, Kellen thought the worst of his situation and decided he should go back to his apartment and break the bad news to his dad. But just as he was figuring out how to tell his dad that he couldn’t even hack it one day in D.C., he heard James yell from down the hall. “JESUS FUCKING CHRIST! What the fuck are you doing?!?!” Not sure if James was directing this at him, Kellen looked over his shoulder and back down the hall when James continued, “YES, YOU! What the fuck is happening right now?” he asked to the four or five people poking their heads over their cubicles, arms thrown up in the air. “The longer you stand there looking like an asshole the more I regret hiring you. Get your late-ass over here. Now!” Kellen all but sprinted down the hall and followed James into his office. “Sit.” Catching his breath, Kellen sat and began processing that he may not have completely ruined his entire summer. Not wanting to infuriate James any further, he just sat and watched James close his office door and take a seat behind his desk. There was nothing but silence as James studied the kid. He thought to himself: “Cute-ish. Dime-a-dozen, but he’s smart. Definitely a faggot though. This couldn’t actually work out, one way or another.” James cleared his throat, stood up and walked to his window. “You fucked up, kid. Big time. You’re what, 18 or 19 and..” “I’m 19, my birthd…” “It wasn’t a question. Please, do shut the fuck up.” Still processing what happened in the hall and now being talked to like he was just a means to an end, Kellen was no longer embarrassed about being late. Instead, he was confused as to what was even happening at the moment. Is this how the real world worked, he thought. “As I was saying,” James continued. “You fucked up, kid. Big time. You’re what, 18 or 19?” Silence. “I asked you a fucking question. 18 or 19?” Kellen turned, part angry, part confused, but mostly frustrated. “Sir. I don’t know what’s going on. I’m so sorry for being late, but I’m not used to this.” “Used to what? Being talked to like a moron because you were late to your first day of work? Or not being held responsible for your fuck-ups? Which is it?” “Neither. Both? I mean…I’m not sure. Maybe this was a mistake...” James loved playing mind games with the young ones. Especially the ones who seemed so impressionable. And the more James played the Alpha, the more dejected Kellen became. The wheels began to spin, and his cock began to stir. James Thomas was never one to mix business with pleasure, but knowing Mr. Landis like he did, James thought this could work out in his favor and possibly lead to a generous pay raise. “Stand up.” Kellen slightly misunderstood James. He stood and began walking toward the door. “I said stand. Why are you leaving?” “I thought…” “Since you’ve been here, all the thinking you’ve done has only made ridiculous. Leave the thinking to the adults.” Growing up in the mid-west, Kellen was used to people being generally polite and respectful. But now, far from home, Kellen was getting a taste of what life might truly be like. He turned and faced James, who had an odd grin on his face. In that moment Kellen was still not only terrified of his new boss, but he also realized out ruggedly handsome he was. He had light olive skin color, like he had Mediterranean ancestry somewhere down the line. All of this complimented by dark brown hair, clipped short and styled as fashionable as Kellen had ever seen. But was most striking was his lithe frame, kind of like the elven Orlando Bloom. Kellen blushed. James stood looking at the kid and noticed that something odd had come over him. “Is this fucking faggot checking me out,” James thought. His grin widened. He had him. “Since you obviously have no respect for my time and for Mr. Landis and his desire to create the most excellent interns in Washington D.C. you will have to be taught.” Kellen looked around the office nervously. Something didn’t feel right.

Sorry my dudes! Since I last posted I’ve moved to a new state and have started graduate school. I don’t have much time to do anything other than school work. But I’ll try to get back to The Intern as soon as I can. But rest assured, I have some things in mind. ?

The Intern Part 6 “Let me get a quick shot of the rig,” Devin asked as he walked around the side of the bed, pulling the long cord across the room. “Here, take the camera real quick.” He handed it off to Montgomery and returned to the computer.” “How much is the faggot about to get?” “.4” he said he as grabbed the boy’s hair once more, getting a close up of his face. A face lost in the hunger the drugs put him in. “Fuck dude, that’s twisted. This his first time?” Devin asked. “Don’t know, don’t care,” Montgomery said as he looked at the boy’s face, letting his fingers roam into Nathan’s mouth as the boy eagerly began sucking on them. Devin quickly typed into the chat room. “You ready to get slammed? You ready to be turned into nothing but a faggot for me and my friend to use?” He asked. He playfully slapped the boy, getting his attention. Not really knowing what was happening, the kid replied: “Yes, Sir” Montgomery turned the camera onto himself, “This faggot is about to get fucked up. If you all are lucky, we’ll share is used cunt with as much of DC as possible.” “Grab your phone too. You can record both at the same time, right?” “This ain’t my first rodeo, stud.” Devin replied. He quickly got up and ran into the living room, returned with phone in hand, ready to go. He took a seat next to Montgomery against the headboard, cameras in hand. “Hey faggot, I need you to look up. This is my friend Devin. Smile for the cameras and say hi, faggot,” Montgomery grabbed the kid by the chin and turned his head slightly to face the cameras. “Hello, Sir,” Nathan said. “Oh fuck, this kid knows how to get my cock leaking,” Devin said as he spit onto the boy’s face. The kid licked what spit he could reach. “Keep your eyes up there, boy. Stretch out your arm all the way,” Montgomery reached and grabbed the tourniquet and placed the velcro strap around the kid’s right arm. “You’ve got some great veins, boy. You ready to have your life changed forever?” “Yes, Sir.” Eyes still facing Devin. Devin scooted over just a bit, enough to get both Nathan’s face and arm in the same frame. “Make a fucking fist. Now.” Nathan obliged and barely registered the cool swab of the alcohol brush across his skin. Montgomery grabbed both points and found the one with the black Sharpie mark. “Listen boy. Keep your eyes on Devin but listen to me. I need you to be very still. Don’t you fucking move or else you’ll be in for a world of hurt,” Part of the comment registered, and was evident in Nathan’s voice as he quakily said, “Yes, Sir.” “Good boy, now be still,” He looked over at Devin. “You getting this?” “Fuck yeah boss, let’s get this faggot spun.” Montgomery lifted the rig once more to the cameras, gave it a two quick thumps, removed the orange cap and gently pushed the last air bubble out of the rig. He found the bevel, turned it up. With the other hand, he grabbed the kid’s arm and easily slid the rig into hiss plump vein. He let go of the kids arm and pulled back on the plunger and registered the crimson flash. “Here we go,” Devin said off camera to those observing the corruption via webcam. In one smooth push, Montgomery emptied the rig into the boy, quickly removed the spent rig and leaned over the lick the single droplet of blood that seeped from the microscopic hole. “Keeping looking at the camera, faggot. Your fans want to see this.” Montgomery quickly reached over and pulled the velcro strap off the boy’s bulging bicep. What Montgomery, Devin and the room of about 90 onlookers saw was the beginnings of a cum-slut in the making. Nathan’s eyes bulged, and he inhaled quickly, not sure what was happening. As quickly as he inhaled, the coughed. The five strong coughs shook the bed. Devin went and placed the webcam on the bedside table, saying, “Enjoy the show, pigs.” Montgomery rubbed his hands over Nathan’s back, down to his ass and hooked his finger into the warm hole and pulled him forward as the kid moaned. “You feel that pig, that is your true nature being unleased. Enjoy the rush, we are about to change your life.” Montgomery hoisted the kid up from his armpits and dropped him on his back next to him. He watched the kid moan and writhe, frantically grabbing for his cock, nips, ass, neck and face all at once. Nathan’s world had suddenly become bright white, like he had stared into the sun. Everything was blurry as heat radiated through every part of his body. He knew there were people in the room, but he couldn’t think straight. Nothing made sense other than a sexual craving had risen deep inside his body that he needed to satiate. His hands pawed at every inch of flesh he could reach. He was lifted and thrown, he opened his eyes but everything was still blurry. He closed them again and tried his best to release the animal that was howling to get out. One hand jacked his cock while the other searched for the howling. Was he the only one that could hear it? His fingers reached down and grabbed his balls, then down he rubbed his taint. Then something deep within him nudged him in the right direction. While one hand jacked his rigid cock, the other reached down, through is legs and began feeling for his hole. His animal instincts kicked in and he knew he found the source of the primal howl, he needed to feed it, set it free…he didn’t know what, but his finger, first one, then two seemed to be both keeping it at bay and luring it forward. He was beyond fucked up and, deep in the recesses of his mind, he knew this is what he wanted. Montgomery and Devin stood at the side of the bed, watching the boy try to please himself with his fingers. Eyes closed, jacking his surprisingly hard cock, the boy was doing all he could to feel as much pleasure as possible. Devin spit on him once more before reaching for the tourniquet. Montgomery was one step ahead and had a black leather belt tight around his bicep, hugging the right side of his body, keeping it in place. Without saying a word, the two slid the points easily into their veins. No resistance whatsoever. Devin glanced over to see Montgomery register his flash. With both rigs filled with that familiar burst of crimson, they pushed the plungers down, removed the needle, the tourniquets shortly followed. The two top studs were facing the camera, each let out a few short coughs, then an unmistakable growl as they both turned to the boy. Montgomery loved slamming. It was a way to untether the leash that kept so many beasts away. And now, watching his helpless victim do everything but beg to be fucked and used, his toxic monster gave a hefty twitch, as if preparing to give the kid a gift he wanted, even if he didn’t know it yet. Devin knew he was a guest and that the kid’s ass was Montgomery’s prize. He grabbed the kid and flipped him back over on his stomach and crawled back to the center of the headboard to give the tweaked jockboy access to his thick cock. Instinctively, Nathan knew what was expected of him. Arms shaking, he lifted himself up to get his mouth over the uncut head of Devin’s dick. He knew the kid would need some coaxing to get it down his throat and decided to wait on trying to fuck his throat until after Montgomery was deep inside his pussy. With the drugs coursing through his body, Montgomery took his place behind the kid, who was on all fours doing is best to get his mouth around Devin’s dick. With his tina-laced lube in hand, he squeezed a small amount on his cock and then another squirt on the kid’s hole. He quickly added two fingers to hole in front of him, teasing the boy. All he could do was moan. Montgomery thumped his cock against the boy’s hole, lining it up, knowing full well the kid wanted it. With one hand keeping his aim true, and the other hand on Nathan’s left shoulder, he began sliding in. Nathan’s body reacted. His head came off Devin’s cock, his back arched, and a guttural sound escaped his lips. “That’s right baby boy. We are just getting started,” and he thrust the rest of his cock inside as he pulled his shoulders back to make sure he was as deep as possible in this position. Nathan’s vision which began to clear up, and he took in the sight before him. A stranger. A man who he had never seen. Devin, looking down at his soon-to-be prize saw his eyes trying to focus. “Welcome back, slut. You liking that?” Devin asked. Nathan was in sensory overload. Behind him he felt the motions of a dick sliding in and out of him, but he had no idea how he had gotten in this position, and he didn’t care. All he knew was that he loved the feeling. In and out. Getting pulled back, deeper on the cock. He wanted it deeper. He wanted it harder. He wasn’t quite sure how to get the words out, so he let his body take over. As the cock pulled back, he squeezed his pussy ring as tight as possible and tried to move back with it to keep it in. “Ooohh, this slut is squeezing my cock. I think he’s ready.” Montgomery grabbed Nathan’s hips and took control of the fuck. Finger tips digging into the muscled flesh of the boy, Montgomery began to fuck with wild abandon. Long, hard strokes came in quick succession and the kid began to yelp and moan louder than Montgomery liked. “Shut the faggot up.” He said, not missing a stroke. Devin slapped the kid hard across the face, then roughly guided his moaning mouth to his throbbing dick. “One way or another, this is going down that faggot throat of yours. You better learn quick.” Nathan’s mouth was stretched like never before. He wanted all that he was getting, and his body was doing its best to accommodate the onslaught. The drugs in his body made him want what was happening to him like never before. He understood what the stranger mean as his thick monster began prying open his throat. The dick working his ass over caused him to moan on Devin’s dick, which gave the face-fucker a chance to push it down further with each moan. For as much as Nathan wanted this dick deep in his throat, he couldn’t accommodate. Devin felt Nathan’s last barrier, grabbed the kid’s head and simultaneously pushed the faggot down and thrust his hips up in one fast, hard motion, finally breaking the barrier. The pain was minimal for both. Devin felt some teeth scraping, but he was down his throat. Nathan felt no pain but was instantly aware of his airway being cut off. He looked up and Devin was smiling, a hunter looking down at his prey. He felt the pace picking up behind him. Montgomery was enjoying the show, feeling the kid’s struggle and how it made his hole tighten and his ass squirm. He needed to cum. “Keep your dick down his throat until I cum. Make him struggle, it feels good.” Montgomery lowered himself down to Nathan’s ear and whispered, “The faster I cum, the faster you get to breathe.” He lifted himself and straddled the boy and gave him two hard slaps, one to his ass and the other to the side of his head and yelled, “Work your fucking ass you fucking piece of shit! Let me know you deserve my toxic seed!” Nathan couldn’t breathe, but he knew he both wanted the fuck to never end but he also craved air. He began bucking his ass back on the man who had complete control over him. He frantically squeezed his hole, eyes on Devin who continued the throat fuck. The boy began to panic, hands trying to pull himself up and off, but the drugs made him, at this point, unwillingly compliant, to this onslaught. Somewhere off in the distance he heard Montgomery yell as he felt himself being pulled back onto his throbbing cock. “Take my load you fucking faggot," He yelled. "FUUUUCCCKKK YOOUUU!" Nathan felt his insides being coated with volley after volley of cum. Montgomery’s cock slowed down on the assault, but the fucking slowly continued. And just like that Devin yanked the boy’s head off his cock and laughed as the slut gasped for air, while at the same time let his ass was grinding back against the toxic dick that just delivered its poisonous payload. Nathan’s body was a mess of sensory overload. This feeling of giving in was new and he loved it. His body craved more. The panic he just felt now seemed like a distant memory. Devin slapped the kid for good measure to help bring him back to the moment. He pushed him off to the side as Montgomery slowly churned the load into Nathan’s cunt. With his right hand he turned Nathan’s face to the webcam and pushed it down into the mattress as he lay on top of him, slowly rotating his hips, making the boy moan. Montgomery licked the side of Nathan’s neck and nibbled on his earlobe just enough to make it slightly unpleasant. “We are just getting started,” he told the boy. He placed both hands on Nathan’s should and put all of his weight on the boy as he began to fuck the kid in hard strokes. “Tell. Me. You. Fucking. Want. It.” He punctuated each word with a deep jab inside Nathan’s wet hole. “I want it! I want it all! Give it all to me!” “Good boy. Now, smile for the camera. We are just getting started.”

The Intern Part 5 Montgomery blew a thick cloud of smoke on the slut as he tried to suck his cock as best he could, considering the odd position. He heard the front door open and close and smiled. He grabbed his faggot by the hair and yanked him to his knees. “Open.” The simple command revealed so much. Nathan obediently opened his his mouth and waited for Montgomery to spit in his open hole. “Good boy, you’re learning.” He let go of his hair, grabbed his shoulders and roughly tossed him back on the bed. “On all fours. Good boy. Arch your back,” Montgomery admired the stud in front of him. What a fucking slut he was becoming, even if he didn’t know it yet. Montgomery climbed up behind the sweet hole and gave it a hard smack. But instead of a yelp, Nathan gave a moan of approval. This jockboy was about to be broken. “Ohhh, you like that boy?” “Mmmm hmmm…” He reared back and slapped the waiting ass one more time, leaving a red hand print. “I need to hear you say you like it. Use your words, faggot.” One more slap. The hole in front of him arched his back, while trying to bury his face deeper in the mattress, spreading his legs wider. *SMACK “Say it, slut!” “Yes! Yes, I like it. Slap my ass, man.” He said, turning his head so he could be heard. “From now on, it’s Sir. Understand, faggot?” To reiterate his newfound position, Montgomery slapped the slut one more. “Yes, Sir. Yes…” Montgomery had the boy in his clutches now. The time to fuck the boy up was almost at hand. “Good boy. Now, relax, I’ve got some plans for you.” The comment didn’t quite register, but he just moaned as Montgomery spread his cheecks with one hand and rubbed his index finger up and down the hole. “Give me your hands.” Nathan, either lost in the sensations or not quite hearing, received a fourth smack. This one harder than the ones prior. “NOW BITCH!” “Yes, Sir,” he whimpered. Montgomery felt the presence of someone at his bedroom door and saw Devin stroking his dick, with a torch and pipe in the other hand. Montgomery raised a finger indicated Devin to keep quiet, and then extended the same finger forward letting him know to wait just a bit longer. Devin nodded and had a seat in the lounge chair in the corner of the room. Devin, on a good day was 5’8” and weighed 130 pounds soaking wet, but what he didn’t have in mass, he made up for in cock. At just about 7.5 inches, his fuck stick was thick, thicker than most dicks Montgomery had ever encountered. The two met three years ago, when Devin sent him a message on Grindr asking if he wanted to tag a twink he had met on U Street. After seeing the picture of his salami stretching the boys mouth to its limit, Montgomery was sold. The two spent the night giving the spun twink poz load, after poz load. Montgomery turned back to his boy, pleased to see his hands behind his back, waiting for Montgomery to do as he pleased. He grabbed the boy’s hands, and put one on each cheek, “Spread ‘em fag.” Nathan obediently did as he was told and gave a moan as Montgomery spit directly in the fuzzy hole before him. Watching the spit slowly dribble toward the slut’s taint, he leaned forward, flicked his tongue and slowly licked up to his waiting hole.” “Oh fuck.” He said, barely audible, as a shiver went through his body. And with that, Montgomery dove in. An expert in pleasing boys to get what he wants, he munched, licked and worked the kid’s hole. After a about 5 minutes of hearing the kid moan and push back on Montgomery’s face, it was time to get the party started. He rubbed his stubble up and down the kid’s spread cheeks one last time. He reached for the canister and picked two shards, each the size of fresh pencil erasers. “Keep your cheeks spread. You are going to feel a slight burn. Just go with it, okay boy?” “Yes, Sir.” With the kid keeping his cheeks spread, Montgomery placed the first shard at the hole’s entrance and slowly pushed in with his index finger. One knuckle in and the kid bucked. Montgomery gently kissed the boy’s ass cheeks, giving each one a tender and lingering peck. “You’re doing so good, boy. You want to make me happy, right?” “Yes,” he mumbled into the mattress. “Good, because I want to make you happy,” and he inserted his finger further, past the second knuckle. He rotated his finger inside the kid’s hole, letting the shard gently scrape his tender walls. When he felt that it was deep enough, he slowly began to piston his finger in and out. The kid was in heaven, and he had no idea what was in store for him. “You’re pussy feels so good around my fingers. You’ve got a perfect hole, you know that, right?” “What did I say about answering me? Next time you don’t answer, we are done, you got it? You’ll be out of here as fast as I can drag you to the door. If you want more of what you’re getting faggot, answer me.” Afraid that the pleasure he was receiving would end, Nathan said, as coherent as he could practically begged, “Yes, Sir. This feels good, please don’t stop.” Montgomery smiled and looked back at Devin, who mouthed the words, “Fuck yeah” before he blew a cloud. Montgomery grabbed the remaining shard, happy that his slut still had his cheeks spread, and repeated the process, but this time adding a second finger. The finger piston worked a little faster than before, rotating and spreading. He reached between his faggot’s legs and was pleasantly surprised to see the kid’s cock was rock hard. He gave it few pumps, and Nathan’s hole flexed around Montgomery’s fingers. “I think the slut likes it,” he said to Devin. Montgomery removed his fingers and crawled up on the bed and moved up and sat against the headboard. “You can let go of your ass now, faggot. Time to suck my cock. Show me that you deserve this cock,” he gave the kid a slight slap on the face and saw the hunger in his eyes before he placed his hands on either side of Montgomery’s hips and took his cock in his mouth. With all pretense gone, Montgomery addressed Devin. “Turn on the webcam. I’m already logged in…oh fuck yeah baby, work that cock, prove to me that you deserve it.” “He’s one hot piece of ass,” Devin said as he typed a quick message to the chat room. “What are you saying in there?” the other stud asked, eyes closed, hands on Nathan’s head, getting lost in the feeling of blowjob. “Just that we are going to slam this newb,” he said without turning around. “We keeping him to ourselves, or…?” “For now.” “Cool,” the other replied. He then reached up, tossed two points to Montgomery, along with the tourniquet. He placed another on the bed, then grabbed the kid’s ankles and pulled him into a prone position with Montgomery’s dick still in his mouth. The surprise registered in Nathan’s eyes, and a sense of panic filled him. He came off the cock and went to turn to see what the fuck was happening. Montgomery grabbed Nathan with both hands, one on each side of his face. He used his thumbs to stroke the temples of his tweaked out victim. “It’s alright, baby boy. You don’t need to worry about anything. I told you I would take care of you, right?” The kid locked eyes with Montgomery, then let them flutter closed as the his fingers continued to soothe the boy’s nerves. “Yes, Sir.” “That’s a good boy, I knew I could count on you. Now, I want you to lick my balls while I stroke my cock. Understand?” “Yes, Sir,” he said as he buried his face deep between Montgomery’s legs. Devin climbed up on the bed, and spread the kids’ cheeks and began to rim the faggot, making him moan around the hefty balls that were in his mouth. “Give me your arm,” Montgomery said. Hearing that, Devin hopped off the bed and grabbed the webcam to make sure this moment was saved.

The Intern Part 4 Montgomery was quickly up on his feet, his dick as hard as a steel beam, still encased in his boxer briefs, with a noticeable wet spot growing. Nathan wasn’t as quick. He was still coherent and mobile, just a few steps slower. The drugs were definitely doing their work. The familiar scene let Montgomery know that this kid was as good as poz and would be an enjoyable toy to use for at least until the following morning. He reached out with his muscular arm and steadied the soon-to-be pig. “Damn son, you are even hotter when you are tweaked out of your mind.” Nathan gave him a goofy grin. He pulled the boy into him, one hand on his firm ass, giving it a squeeze, and the other, gently pushing some stray hairs from his forehead. This move always worked. It was loving and tender. The kid smiled and nuzzled his head into Montgomery’s muscled chest. He kneaded the jockboy’s ass with both hands as the kid craned his neck up, asking for a kiss without actually saying a word. Montgomery obliged and gave the kid a passionate kiss. A kiss full of lust and hunger that the kid mistook for love and unbridled affection. He melted into Montgomery, the last of his doubts gone as he gave in and let his man assault his mouth. Aware of the kid giving in, Montgomery moved one hand up, grabbed a handful of hair and roughly pulled back. Taken by surpise, Nathan looked at Montgomery in shock. The stud’s eyes were full of heat and a little bit of…anger? “Open your fucking mouth,” he commanded. After a seconds of mulling it over, Nathan did as he was told, lost in the moment, feeling this man’s cock pulse against his own. Montgomery saw the brief moment of hesitation and shock and thought he scared him. But the drugs had their desire effect and the boy opened his mouth and before he could change his mind, he spit. Most of it landed in the kid’s mouth, but some landed on his nose, right check and underneath his right eye. Nathan flinched and instinctively went to wipe his face. Before he could, Montgomery interrupted, “Leave it faggot. Get your ass into the bedroom. I’m right behind you.” He gave a firm slap and marveled at how tight it felt. He licked his lips as the boy went off to find the bedroom. Montgomery sent one last text: “Don’t bother calling, door is unlocked. Have a seat in the living room, smoke a bowl and wait for my signal. This faggot has no clue he’s about to be destroyed.” Without waiting for a reply, he quickly unlocked the door, left one his pipes on the coffee table with a baggie of his stash. He grabbed the wooden box and went to join Nathan. When he walked into the room, Nathan was lying in bed, eyes closed and slowly jacking his cock. “What did I fucking say, boy? Hands off your fuck stick!” Nathan’s eyes shot open and quickly put his hands to his side. “Sorry, I’m just so fucking horny.” “I know. I'm about to take care of that.” A smile crept across Nathan’s face as he put his hands behind his head, giving his cock a flex, letting Montgomery know he was ready for his throat again. “I’ll get back to your cock in a moment, but until then you need to do something for me.” Nathan sat up, intrigued. “See those next to you? Put them on.” Nathan hadn’t given much thought to was on the bed. He saw a red and black jock strap and a black harness. “Dude, hell yeah” He said as he reached over and began to put them on. Surprisingly the boy had them both on faster than Montgomery could have imagined. Nathan saw how hot his Adonis was and was excited to hopefully look just as hot. After he had his new gear on, he sat back in time for Montgomery to hand him a loaded pipe. “Hit that a few times.” He handed the boy the torch and watched to make sure he was okay on his own. He fumbled with it for a second, before he had it lit. “Not so close. Lower the flame a little. Good job, son. Take three big hits.” He then turned and opened his television cabinet, then moved to his computer to make sure the web cam was ready to go when the time came. He turned in time to see the first cloud linger in the air as Nathan clicked the torch for number two. “There you go, you’re doing a great job.” Nathan’s eyes glanced over to Montgomery and he smiled with the pipe still in his mouth. He opened the bedside drawer, removed the points, tourniquet, swabs, and lube and placed them on the television stand in front of the bed. The kid exhaled cloud number two and sat back and enjoyed the high while he watched Montgomery. “What’s that?” he asked, looking over Montgomery’s shoulder. “You’ll find out soon enough. One more hit, boy. Now.” His eyes found Montgomery’s and he saw he was serious. He forgot about what he was just thinking and heated the pipe one more time. From the wooden box, Montgomery removed a metal canister and gave it a slight shake to confirm the presence of the shards he kept in there. He also removed a bottle of poppers and threw both next to Nathan’s feet. “You’re high as fuck, aren’t you boy?” A sheepish grin came to Nathan’s face and he gave a nod. “Fuck yeah I am. I feel fucking great.” “Good. Hand me the pipe.” Nathan awkwardly sat up, pipe in one hand, torch in the other, and made his way on his knees to the foot of the bed where Montgomery waited. He handed him the pipe, and now that he was closer, he saw four orange objects in plain view. “Look at me,” Montgomery growled. Nathan made eye contact, but his curiosity got the better of him and he glanced back over the shoulder. He knew the kid would look, so he used the moment to teach him a lesson. He quickly dropped the torch on the bed and with his free hand he reached up and slapped the boy. First the hair pulling and now a slap. Nathan would never allow this to happen in any other situation, but he gave in. He wasn’t thinking straight. He felt familiar memories creep to the front of his mind. He remembered slapping some whores who would be sucking his dick. He could see it, like a cloudy memory, but it was gone. “You need to know your place, boy. Now, since I was kind enough to suck your dick, I think it’s only fair that you return the favor. After all, you’re in my house, I gave you my drugs and you’re even wearing my gear. Reach down and take my cock out, I promise you you’ll like it. Nathan looked into his eyes, then down at the cock aching to be sprung free. Then back up into Montgomery’s eyes. Montgomery gave a nod and Nathan reached down and pulled the briefs out and away and gasped as the beast was set free. “See, he likes you. No, give it a kiss,” he said as he gently guided the boys mouth to his cock. Nathan took Montgomery into his mouth as he looked up and saw the stud flick the torch and light the bowl. Slowly he worked the cock, doing his best to please the man who had made him already feel so good. “Look up at me, faggot. I want to see your fucking dilated pupils.” Nathan was in an awkward position. Even as tall as Montgomery was, his bed was high off the ground as well. His ass was up in the air as he maneuvered is upper body as close to the mattress as possible to get more of the cock in his mouth. As he was doing his best, he could have sworn he heard a door open and close down the hall. But that thought drifted away as his head was engulfed in a white cloud.

The Intern Part 3 Montgomery walked into his spare bathroom and attached the shower shot and turned it on to make sure it was working properly. He pulled a towel from the linen closet, turned slightly and barked, “Boy, get in here.” A few seconds later Nathan appeared, like a lost puppy. “Did you finish your drink?” “Yeah.” “Good. Now strip. Get in and clean that ass out…” Nathan interrupted, “Nah man, I don’t need to do that, I’m not getting fucked,” almost defiantly. Montgomery reached out and gently took the kids hand, and pulled him and wrapped his arms around him, feeling him up, trying to get him to let his guard down. “No worries, son. I’m not going to make you do anything you want, you’re in charge, okay?” Nathan relaxed when he heard that. He liked being in charge. He didn’t mind having his dick sucked, and he’d even fucked his share of dudes, but one thing he hadn’t allowed to happen was letting a dick up his virgin hole. “I want you to have a good time. I want to make you feel good. Will you let me make you feel good?” Montgomery ask, as he gently lifted the boys chin, and kissed him while he stared deep into his eyes. The kid was mesmerized, he simply nodded. “Good. Now, I promise not to fuck you, but when I first saw that plump ass walk into the coffee shop, I knew I had to taste it. Will you let me taste your hole? I won’t bite, I promise.” Nathan considered the offer. He’d had girls eat his ass before and he loved it. What the hell, he thought. He made motions to take his clothes off, and Montgomery stepped away and watched as his victim began to strip. This muscle boy was one hot fucker, Montgomery thought. While his arms and legs had very little hair, a nice, not-too-thick coat of black hair covered his chest and tapered off into a delicious treasure trail. “This is my lucky day,” Montgomery said as he began to feel up the boy. Nathan moaned that deep, low moan as his nipples were tweaked and twisted. As he was lost in the pleasure of having his nipples played with, he was surprised to feel a wet warmth engulf his cock. “Fuuuuckkkk,” was all he said as Montgomery expertly deep-throated the above-average cock. “This kid has got a nice cock,” he thought as he worked his magic. “Too bad he won’t be using it.” He gave the boy a few more strokes of his throat before he got up off his knees. “That’s enough for now, get in there and clean out. I don’t want any surprises when I munch on that jock hole of yours, understand?” Nathan’s only response was to open the shower door and adjust the water temp as Montgomery left him alone and turned down the other end of the hall and walked into his bedroom. Montgomery was quick in his preparations. In his bedroom, he put on his leather harness and steel cock ring but left his boxer briefs on. He then pulled out red and black jockstrap that he thought the boy would look good in, as well as a bulldog harness that he adjusted to what he thought the proportions of the boy where. He left them on the bed and reached underneath and pulled out a wooden box and made his way into the kitchen. As he passed the bathroom, the water was still running. “You alright in there, boy?” he asked “Yeah, I’m good. I’ll be out shortly.” “Take your time. Like I said, I don’t want any surprises.” Once in the kitchen, Montgomery quickly prepared 4 points. Once done, he closed the box and placed it on the coffee in front of the couch, the went to put the points back in his bedroom in the night stand next to the bed. Montgomery sat on the couch and began to load a bowl of his finest Tina. He knew he was taking a chance, but by the time the boy was out of the shower, he would be feeling good enough to not worry about Montgomery smoking a bowl. The familiar click and hiss of the torch was an arousing sound to Montgomery. He gently rolled the pipe, melting his stash as Nathan walked into the living room. “Damn boy, you are one hot fucker! But you already knew that right?” For the second time, the jock’s jaw dropped. Sitting in front of him was the same hot stud, but the addition of the black leather harness was like a bolt of sexual energy that shot through him. “Same to you man!” Montgomery patted the seat next to him as the naked jock made his way over. “I hope you don’t mind me smoking, this shit is great when it comes to sex.” He sat back in the couch and felt the warmth of Nathan next to him as he took a hit. Nathan watched as his host hit the familiar looking pipe and let out one of the biggest clouds he had ever seen. As Montgomery saw back, he grabbed his guest’s hand and placed it on his, still covered cock. “I haven’t been this hard in a while. You are making me leak. Go ahead, give it a few strokes.” He reached down and grasped the python through the fabric. “Fuck,” he said. “It’s huge.” “When fully hard, it’s about 9 inches. You want some smoke?” Nathan wasn’t a newbie when it came to Tina, he had smoked it once the beginning of his freshman year at a party. He remembered it made him sweat, and he ended up fucking his roommate’s sister for almost the entire night. But other than that first time, he had never really been around it since then. Montgomery shifted slightly to his right to observe the kid as he hit the pipe once more. In his eyes he saw that the kid wasn’t unfamiliar with Tina and simply held the pipe out toward him, without saying a word. Nathan, starting to feel the G, reached out. “Put it to your lips, I’ll light it for you.” The boy did as he was told as Montgomery flicked the torch. “Keep going until I tell you to stop,” he told the kid. As his lungs reached capacity, he exhaled before Montgomery had a chance say when. “Did I say exhale, fucker?” his voice slightly louder and a bit more menacing. “No, sorry. It was just a lot.” “Again,” he barked. “This time wait for me to tell you when. Understand?” “Yeah, sorry. I just haven’t done this much.” “Well, today is your lucky day, boy.” After the Nathan finished the bowl, in what amounted to 6 giant hits, Montgomery placed the spent bowl on the coffee table and got down on his knees in front of the tweaking jockboy. “How you feeling, son?” “Fucking great man, fucking great.” Montgomery began to rub his hands all over the boy. Pinching his nipples, gently biting the inside of his thigh, licking the head of his hard cock. The kid moaned and squirmed as Montgomery did his best to put the kid on cloud 9. His hands felt up the tight body of the jock seated in front of him. He ran his hands up and down the legs, torso and arms, feeling his biceps, and giving them both an unsuspecting squeeze, checking out his veins and making a mental note of a particular juicy looking vein in the crook of his right arm. Montgomery grabbed the kid’s hands and guided them to his own head, keeping good on his promise that the kid was in charge (for now) and letting him know that he could force his head on his cock if he wanted. Montgomery let the kid have his way with his throat, he was actually enjoying it. This kid had a great cock and he was going to enjoy it before the festivities really began. He took note on how rough the jock was with him, making sure he gave it back in the same manner, plus some. “Suck that cock…fucking take it…” His grip was tight on Montgomery’s hair, both pushing his head down and forcing his hips up, the slut sure knew how to take what he wanted. He was lost in the ecstasy. Eyes closed, he back, enjoying every second of this alpha male taking his cock. The best part about older guys was the power he felt is using them. There was a sense of something deep inside that he couldn’t quite place when he felt in control. “How old is this guy…? Can’t me more than 28,” he thought, feeling the stud’s hands roam all over his body. “Fucking faggot, take it deeper,” he said. Montgomery’s eyes shot up and he smiled slightly as he doubled his efforts, making the kid think he liked the taunts. “Mmmm hmmmm,” he said, mouth full of cock. This made the kid swell slightly in his mouth. Montgomery could taste the pre-cum oozing from the dick in his mouth. In his drugged-up brain, the kid went with it. He opened his eyes and stopped moving. He grabbed a fist full of hair, “Look at me while you’re doing that,” Montgomery played the role. It actually began to turn him on. This fucker had the right moves, and thought with the right training, he’d be a true alpha one day. But today was the not the day. He entertained the stud for a few more minutes, eyes once again pleading, giving the kid what he wanted. He glanced above and behind his unsuspecting prey: the clock showed he had about 15 minutes before Devin would be here. Montgomery dislodged the cock from his throat and gave a genuine smile at the kid. “Fuck dude, you definitely know how to use that weapon. Let’s move this into the bedroom so I can get my face in that sweet ass of yours.”

The Intern Part 2 Things could not have gone any better for Montgomery. He quickly learned that jockboy’s name was Nathan and that he was about to start his sophomore year at a university on the West coast, and he was just home for the summer. He let the boy know that his firm was doing research about social justice and how it related to the younger generation. With the ruse of talking about the LGBT community, Montgomery pressed the kid about his thoughts on same-sex rights, inclusivity at his university and perceptions of the LGBT community he may have noticed in his community. The kid mentioned “I haven’t had any problem” and “I haven’t been discriminated against,” Montgomery used these statements as his opening. “You mention “I”, are you a member of the LGBT community?” he asked, giving his most professional stare. “Yeah, I guess. I mean, I’ve never dated a dude or anything, but, ya know, I’ve hooked up.” *Bingo – Let the hunt begin, Montgomery thought. “A good-looking guy like you, I’m sure you could have anyone you choose. Why limit yourself, right?” “Exactly, dude! Some people don’t get it.” “To each their own,” Montgomery replied. “I’ve messed around with the ladies before but realized that that isn’t my thing. I’ve come to apricate the male body.” “For sure man,” Nathan relaxed back into his chair and spread his legs a little wider. “This horny fucker,” Montgomery thought. “This faggot has no idea what he is in for.” Montgomery decided he would push it a little further. He closed his laptop and took a sip of his coffee, all the while staring right into Nathan’s eyes. “When’s the last time you fooled around with a man? Not a boy, a man?” “Few months ago, I guess. Got a drunken blog job from some frat dude back in Cali.” “Fuckin’ A. I bet he was clawing to get into your pants. Shit, from what I can see, you’ve got the goods. Not to be frank, but you’re easily the hottest guy I’ve seen all morning.” Nathan blushed. While he was used to being hit on and stared at, he felt a sense of pride the way Montgomery looked at him: full of restrained lust and power. For a brief second, he thought he may be in over his head with this guy. But Montgomery flashed him the million-dollar smile, put his computer away, and slung his bag over his shoulder. “Let’s go. I live just around the corner.” Without waiting for the kid, Montgomery walked out the door and began making his way down the street. He knew from the beginning the entire situation was a gamble, but the Sex Gods were looking down on him today and everything was playing into his favor. He worried for a brief second, he may have scared the kid, but as he was about 10 feet down the street from the café, he heard the bell above the door ding and the quick footsteps of someone running behind him to catch up. A few minutes later the pair entered Montgomery’s apartment. When the door was closed behind them, he began testing the waters. He pushed him up against the wall and began kissing him forcefully. Clearly taken back, Nathan instinctively put his hands up, but quickly realized he was into this. The kid went to put one hand on Montgomery’s ass and the other behind his head. “Hands down, boy. You just stand there,” he said as he knocked the kids arms to his side, grabbed his hair and pulled his head back to nibble, bite and suck on his neck. Nathan began to moan as Montgomery assaulted his body, grabbing his hardening cock and giving it a rough squeeze. This caused Nathan to yelp. Montgomery, still with on hand pulling his hair, yanked back and looked down at him. “You know you like it,” he said before letting him go and walking into his living room, leaving the kid slightly dazed and erect. Nathan wiped the remnants of Montgomery’s onslaught off his mouth and neck as he entered the living room, adjusting his 8-incher, trying to make room in his boxer briefs. Montgomery stood at his desk, looking intently at his computer. “Sit. Make yourself comfortable. I’m just getting something on screen to set the mood.” Nathan sat and observed the room. This dude definitely had style. The kind of style that didn’t come cheap. This had to be at least three bedrooms, judging by the two hall ways. It was impeccably clean and welcoming. He was brought back to reality as the giant flat screen television came to life. “I don’t have any bi porn, so hope this works for you,” Nathan didn’t mind at all. Being here in this unfamiliar apartment, with this unfamiliar man had driven all thoughts of any female far from his horned-up brain. Nathan watched a familiar scene playout on the television. He was no stranger to gay porn, and the one playing he had jacked his cock to many times. On screen, a young twink was on his knees slowly slobering on the cock of a hot older daddy. “Fuckin’ hot,” Nathan muttered as he stroked his cock through his gym shorts. “Hands off your cock, boy,” Montgomery snapped, staring at the kid, who was mesmerized by the scene. “Don’t you worry, I’ll take care of you soon enough. Sit there and be patient, I’ll be right back.” Montgomery left the room and went first into the kitchen to prepare a special drink for his unassuming victim. From within his freezer he pulled out a vial of clear liquid and removed an eye dropper from a drawer next to the sink. “Three drops should do the trick,” he smirked He poured some juice into the cup and stirred while he sent a text. “The faggot is here. About to give him some G. Leave your place in an hour, he’ll be ready by then. Call when you get here.” The reply was simple: “Fuck yeah.” Montgomery removed all this clothing except for his black boxer briefs. He gave his cock a few strokes to get it growing and adjusted it so it was snaking to the side and down. He grabbed the drink and sauntered into the living room. As he entered, a smile came to his face. The faggot was proving to be obedient, his hands were at his side, as he ever so gently humped forward, trying to get as much friction on his dick as possible. Montgomery stood between the kid and the television, and was about to protest when he took in the sight before him. This Adonis was more than he could have imagined: tall and powerful. Every inch of him was defined, and a light dusting of hair covered his arms and legs. His defined pecs and almost-8-pack abs and no visible hair. As Nathan took it all in, his face was at the right level to see the monster snaking down and out of the tight boxer briefs. Montgomery simply stood there and watched, waiting for the kid to say something. “Fuck,” was all he could say as he slowly lifted his eyes from the growing cock, up his smooth abs and chest, to finally meet the predatory smile of Montgomery. “It likes you. Drink this. I’ll be back,” Montgomery held the drink just out of reach and made the kid get up slightly to retrieve it “What is this?” “It’s G. You trust me, right? This’ll make you feel better.” “G…as in GHB…? Nah man. I mean, I gave it to a chick once…” Before Nathan could finish, Montgomery interrupted. “You dog you! Ha! I don’t have any ulterior motive. There’s hardly enough in there to knock you out, just enough to put a grin back on your face. Drink up, I’ll be right back.” As he walked away, Nathan couldn’t take his eyes of this God of Men. He walked with such confidence, his back and ass muscles flexing. He contemplated the drink, considered his situation and realized this was the horniest he has ever been. His eyes shot to the screen and saw the twink from earlier moaning is pleasure as two raw cocks double-fucked him. With that, he downed the drink in about 4 gulps.