badjujuboy

I guess I’m lucky. My PCP gave me an Rx for 60 as a 30 day supply. Costs about $10 for me. My PCP is gay so that could be why.

Definitely! Imagine me! I was an innocent college student 😇at the time. 😉

Never got caught but after a long night of being out one night in college, I went with my new bf at the time back to his parents where he lived. I was introduced with a huge ass beard burn and hickey on my face. He told his parents we’d be in his bedroom. Parents looked a bit shocked. His dad asked why was he telling them. Bf told them, “Just in case you see us in bed together.” They didn’t say anything else and they never came in. I was surprised he was telling them.

Hey guys. I’ve been thinking about trying a different direction for a story. It includes a new theme. I hope you like it. Coach Sanders I think deep down I always knew I was gay. It was just there, in the back of my head, waiting for me to quit pretending. Hard to believe now, but back in high school I was a chubby geek. I used to hide behind baggy clothes and spend more time online than outside. My body made that clear. The thought of showering in front of the guys in gym made my stomach twist. Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t about being small down there. That wasn’t it. It’s that I knew they’d laugh at my naked body. So, I’d pretend I had somewhere to be or wait by my locker until I could clear out unnoticed. And because I was basically a nobody, I got away with it. Thing is, I used to stare at the jocks, hoping they wouldn’t notice. All the time I’d just tell myself I was looking at them because I wanted a body like theirs. I even kept saying that when I started watching gay porn. But I was only jacking off to solo stuff and imagine my body like that. So, it was ok. But by senior year, I decided to do something about it. So, I hit up Coach Sanders about using the weights. He’s in his fifties, fit, serious. The kind of old school coach who still wears a whistle. I stood there, nervous. Even though I was intimidated, he never gave me shit and kinda watched out for me if the other guys messed with me. That’s what gave me the nerve to tell him I wanted to start on the weights and get in shape. He just sat there, looking me over for second before straightening up. “I’ve been watching you, kid. You’ve got potential,” he told me, standing up and putting a hand on my shoulder. “I can see it. Though, the baggy clothes aren’t helping any. It’s obvious you’re trying to hide your body.” I just stood there, his hand on my shoulder. Eyes locked on mine like he was waiting for something. I took a deep breath and told him the problem was that I wasn’t sure about being in the weight room with the other guys. There was no judgment in his eyes, just a quiet nod like he understood. He gave my shoulder a quick squeeze, then turned and said I could come in once everyone had left. Since he taught a couple of history classes, he'd be in his office late. So I started showing up when it was empty. No noise, no eyes on me. Coach barely said anything at first. Just nods when I walked in. But after a couple of days, he noticed I didn’t have a clue. He’d correct my form, show me how to grip the bar, tell me which muscles I should be working on. I listened during all of it. After about a month, he stood beside me watching as I was benching. “Gotta be honest, kid. I didn’t think you’d stick with it,” he said, looking me over, not holding back. But I didn’t flinch. “I’m starting to see a difference.” I looked at myself and didn’t see much. Maybe a little definition, maybe nothing. But he saw it. After that, he started me on a plan and laid out what I should be doing, how often, how heavy. He didn’t ask if I wanted it. He just handed it to me, and I followed. I couldn’t say no. I didn’t want to disappoint him. Sometimes I’d notice him checking me out, studying me. Not in a way anyone else would notice, but I felt it in my gut. And I started thinking about him without meaning to. The way he moved through the gym like he owned the place. Thick arms, veins visible even when he wasn't flexing. His pecs filling out his polo like it’s one size too small. Sometimes I could barely focus when he was in the room. One night, I dropped a dumbbell mid-set. It hit the floor hard. He was next to me before I could reach for it. “You alright?” he asked, eyes steady, handing it to me. “Yeah. Just slipped,” I told him, my eyes down. Embarrassed I’d fucked up. He didn’t say anything. Just stepped behind me, hands light on my elbows. “Keep your shoulders down. You’re pulling too high,” he reminded me. I adjusted, tried to focus. His voice was calm, steady. “Better. Now breathe,” he said in my ear. His body right up against me. I followed his lead, but my form was off. Not from the weight. From him. From the way he moved against me. Like he knew how my body moved and was moving with it. He pressed into me, adjusting me, until I got it right. “Good boy,” he grunted, stepping in front of me. He stood there for a second about to say something but stopped. “It’s getting late. I’ve gotta finish up some papers. See ya tomorrow, kid.” I trained harder after that. Sweated more. Pushed past the burn. I told myself it was about progress, about discipline like Coach told me. But I kept noticing when he was near. I kept noticing when he wasn’t. I could feel myself changing. Coach didn’t say much, but he changed how he talked to me. Less about the weights and more about what it was doing to me. I started losing even more weight and building more muscle. The results were wild. After my workouts I’d head home, still avoiding the showers. Drenched in sweat, I’d run to my room, stripping down to check myself out in the mirror. The months of work were showing, and my late growth spurt was the cherry on top. My pecs were solid from benching. My abs showed real definition. My biceps were tight and defined when I flexed. And my legs, they were strong from all the squats. I felt more confident. Honestly, I was looking better than ever even though I still wore baggy clothes and still hiding my body. Old habits, I guess. The workouts with Coach also started messing with my head. I wasn’t just physically changing. I was starting to figure out it was more than just having a body like the jocks. I’d started looking at different porn. First it was just two guys jacking off together. But after a while, it wasn’t enough. I needed more. There was no going back. I was jacking off to guys making out, sucking, and fucking each other. I’d surf sites looking for all types, not just jocks. Being a tech geek, I’d downloaded a shitload of porn. One night at the end of the school year, I was halfway through my last set. Sweat clung to my skin. My muscles were pumped. I noticed Coach still hadn’t stopped by. He’d usually stopped by but was holed up in his office, something about grading papers. The room felt quieter without him. I finished my reps and hit the showers. Yeah, I was showering there now, but only after workouts. I dried off and walked over to his office. “Gonna get dressed and head out, Coach,” I told him, leaning in the doorway in my towel. Nodding, he looked up, eyes on me, and stood. "Wait,” he said, pulling out a stack of clothes and tossed me a t-shirt. “I’ve been keeping an eye on your progress. Figured it’s time your clothes caught up.” “Thanks, Coach,” I smiled, feeling the soft, thin cotton. I put it on, walked over to mirror, and looked at myself. “Fuck,” I moaned, seeing it stretched across my pecs, and how it gripped my shoulders and biceps. And the best part, I could see it framing my waist. It didn’t hide much. I could feel myself getting hard as I turned to Coach. He stood there, holding a pair of jeans. “Uh,” I stammered, grabbing them. The towel clung to my waist, barely. “I’ll go put them on. Just got out of the shower and don’t got underwear.” “You’re fine, boy,” Coach smiled and sat down, arms behind his head. “They’ll look better without. Besides, it’s just us guys. Go on. I think I got the right size.” Nodding, I turned around, trying to hide my cock. I tossed the towel, bent down, and stepped into them. I could feel how tight they were as I got my junk in and zipped up. “I think I need a bigger size, Coach,” I told him, seeing my bulge in the mirror. “Naw, they’re fine. You’ve got nothing to hide. Your ass looks good in those,” he smiled, ignoring my growing package. He was right. Coach just sat there, not saying another word, just watching me. I thought about the hours I spent to get here. The late nights, just him and me. The way he pushed me. The way his hands stayed a second too long after a good set. The way he looked at me now. I looked over at him, sitting like he always did, arms crossed. His face didn’t give anything away, but something in his eyes kept me looking for a second longer than I should have. I was sure he knew what I was thinking. I took a deep breath and grabbed for my towel. “Thanks, Coach. See you tomorrow,” I nodded, avoiding his eyes, and headed to my locker for the rest of my stuff. I didn’t look back, but I could still feel him watching. I kept thinking about it the whole way home. It was late when I finally got in and just went straight to my room. I sat on the edge of my bed, still stuck on it. Fuck, I was still hard, and my jeans were feeling even tighter. I peeled them off slowly, remembering Coach’s eyes on me, and tossed them on chair. That’s when I noticed the slip of paper sticking out of the pocket. I reached in and pulled it out. Reading it, I smiled. It was a 6-month membership to the gym downtown with a note from Coach. “Proud of you, Ben. You’ve come a long way from that boy coming to me asking for help. Thought you should keep going. Graduation’s next week, so tonight was it. Last session. Good luck.” I stared at it and read it again. He hadn’t said a word to me. Didn’t mention it when he handed me the clothes. The bastard had fucking planned it that way. I lay back, staring at the ceiling. The note still in my hand. After that, I was just kinda going through the motions. Trying to get through the next week. I saw Coach a few times, in the hallway, at the ceremony. But he never looked at me, not once. He didn’t even bother with a ‘bye.’ It was like all that time with him didn’t happen. The only proof I had was when I looked at the mirror. I started at the gym the week after graduation. It wasn’t like the high school weight room where it was just Coach and me. I was still pissed, but more sad than anything. So, I threw myself into the workouts. I lifted harder, ran faster, and pushed until my muscles screamed. Months of grinding at the gym were paying off. But it didn’t feel like it was enough. Not without him seeing it. That summer I came out of my shell. I was meeting new people but always made time for the few old friends I did have. My parents were out of town for the week, and I’d been at a party earlier. Nothing wild, just enough beer cut the edge off after a long week. I got home, kicked off my shoes, stripped, and flopped on my bed. I’d heard a couple of guys at the party talking about an app they had luck with and decided to check it out. I wasn’t even sure why. Sure, I thought about having sex with a guy. How could I not? I had all that porn. But I wasn’t really out. Not to anyone. Not even to myself, not fully. Still, I set up a profile and uploaded a selfie showing off my pecs and abs. I made sure you couldn’t see my face or recognize my room. I started swiping and scrolling. Then I saw him. It was Coach. My thumb froze over the screen. I stared at his profile, my heart pounding. It was definitely him. Even without a face pic, I’d spent enough time with him to know. I tossed my phone on my bed and started pacing. “Fuck it,” I mumbled, grabbing my phone. I scrolled through his pics, finally getting a look at all of him. There it was. His uncut cock. Veins wrapped around his shaft. It was thick, just like I’d imagined it. Yeah, I had noticed his bulge when he spotted me. Before I could chicken out, I sent him a message. “Hey, Coach. It’s me. Ben. I’ve been wondering about you for a while. Seeing you here, kinda answers it.” He replied right away. “Yeah, I was wondering, too. You think I didn’t see the way you looked at me? I had to pretend I didn’t see it at the end. You made that damn gym feel dangerous.” “Dangerous how?” I asked, already guessing the answer. “Like I wanted to lock the door and ask what the hell you were really thinking. But I couldn’t. Not with you still a student.” “I’m not a student anymore,” I wrote, not saying anything else. I could see he was still online but didn’t respond. I started thinking it was stupid to have said it. Then, I saw his message. “True. And if you came over now, I wouldn’t have to worry about it.” Since I still had his number, I just replied, “Text me your address.” That’s when I noticed my hardon. I threw on the t-shirt and squeezed into the jeans he gave me, checked the mirror, and headed over. The quiet streets and warm air made the buzz go down. I wasn’t sure what I wanted from going there. But knew I wanted to see him. When I got there, he opened the door like he’d been waiting. No shirt, just a pair of shorts. He looked good. Like I said, he was in his 50s, around 6'1", solid with broad shoulders, thick arms. I’d seen him almost every day and now his pics, so I knew he was furry. I was surprised how into it I was. He smiled, seeing me in the clothes he gave me. Stepping aside, he let me in and followed him into the living room. “Figured, you might want one,” he said, handing me a drink. He dropped into the chair across from me, stretched his legs out, looked me in the eyes, and drank. “Rum and Coke.” “Thanks,” I said, taking a sip, like I knew what I was doing. The rum was stronger than I expected. Sweet at first, then sharp. He watched me with that calm look, same as always. I leaned back, trying to seem relaxed, but my leg kept bouncing as I looked around. The place was clean, lived in, soft lighting, music low in the background. We talked about nothing really, just catching up. His voice was calm, steady. I took a gulp, trying to settle into it. That helped. I started to relax. That’s when I finally came out and asked why he had dropped my workouts. Not even a heads-up. He shrugged. I nodded and took another gulp. No judgment. I guess I finally understood “Fuck, Ben,” he smiled, “You’ve bulked up since graduation. You should put some more pics up on your profile.” “Yeah?” I smiled, flexing a bit to show off. “You think so? I just put it up tonight.” “Definitely, but you’ll need someone to help you with it,” he grinned, “If you want them done right.” I sat there thinking about it and nodded. He got up with a smile. That's when I noticed his bulge. It was pretty obvious he was getting hard. Still nervous, I sat there, not saying a word. He walked up to me. His bulge almost in my face. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. “If you want, we can do some now and have them up in no time,” he offered, grabbing a camera on the side table. My mouth hung open. I was practically drooling. He stepped back before I could do anything. I looked at him. Really looked. The booze had kicked in. I felt warmer. Relaxed. Open. I wanted to see where this was going. I nodded and stood up, then slowly took off my shirt. The room felt warmer. Or maybe it was me. He guided me over to the wall and adjusted the light. Told me to turn just a little and started shooting. After a few, he said the light would hit better if I showed more. I wasn’t sure. Besides, I was commando, like I’d been since graduation. Looking up, I saw Coach holding out a jockstrap to me. It looked beat up. Stretched out like it’d seen some action. Kinda dirty. Like maybe it hadn’t been washed in a while. “It’s one of my old ones. It’ll do,” he grinned, eyeing my bulge. Looking at it brought me back to all the loads I shot thinking about guys wearing one. Their cocks outlined in the pouches. The look of the straps framing those muscled asses as they got fucked. “Go on boy, put it on. It’ll make that ass pop,” he told me. Fuck if I didn’t want to! I tossed my socks and sneakers. And this time I didn’t hide it. I dropped my jeans. My cock was growing as I stepped out of them. I put on the jockstrap, filling up the pouch with my junk. He didn’t flinch. He just lifted the camera and told me to hold still. I did and let him see me. He circled me, snapping pics, all the time telling me how sexy I was. How I could have my pick of anyone I wanted. I was feeling the buzz mixing with horniness. That’s when I finally noticed he’d tossed his shorts. He was totally hard. I couldn’t keep my eyes off it. I’d seen pics of his cock on the app. But it was the first time I’d seen a hard cock in real life besides my own. What surprised me more was that even hard, his foreskin still covered the tip. Then, he lowered the camera and stepped in close. His hand brushed my cock, light but deliberate, as he adjusted the pouch. “Better,” he sighed and leaned in. His breath was warm, close enough to feel. His eyes locked on mine. I didn’t move, didn’t speak. Then he broke the moment. “Come on,” he smiled, leading me down the hall. “You gotta see yourself.” His bedroom was everything I expected. It felt like him. The large bed was made tight with no mess. The air smelled clean with a hint of sweat. Coach walked me over to the mirror without saying a word. He stood behind me, hands on my shoulders. I could feel his cock poking at my back as I caught his eyes in the mirror. By this time, there was no hiding it. My cock was at full mast. Up, tight against the mesh. I was leaking. For a second, I just stared at the sharp lines carving down from my hips. I ran my hands down them, tracing the V. Something I never thought I’d see on me last year. “Goddamn, boy. If you were mine, I’d keep you strapped 24/7,” he sighed, wrapping his arms around me, and gripped my pecs. “A perfect musclejock.” “Fuck!” I moaned as his fingers spread and played with my nips. "Flex those guns, boy," he said, voice rough. "Show Coach what you built out of that flabby mess you were." My biceps swelled under the challenge. My pecs popped as I clenched and held the tension. He leaned in. His eyes locked on me. I flexed even harder. “That’s it, boy. Show it off,” he grunted in my ear, sliding his hands down my abs until they landed on my hips. He pushed back just enough to make room for his cock and looked at me again. Turning around, I stood there. My cock was practically shredding the frayed pouch. I lifted my chin, just barely. That’s all it took. His hand slid to the back of my neck. His fingers gripped me tightly and pulled me into him. His lips found mine and our tongues started wrestling. I could feel his cock sliding against my abs. Breaking the kiss, he bit my bottom lip and pulled it between his teeth. I groaned. He liked it. I could feel his hand moving down my back and over my ass, his mouth still holding on to me. I wrapped my arms around him. It only made him rougher. He was taking control of me. Letting go, he slipped a couple of fingers in my mouth. “That’s it boy. Show Coach how hungry you are,” he growled. His fingers explored my mouth. I started sucking, covering them in spit. Next thing I know, he bit my neck. I lost it. It was all he needed. His slick fingers were tapping against my hole. I arched, letting him know I wanted it. “Good boy,” he smiled, slipping a finger in, and led me to the bathroom. “Let’s get you ready. Strip and get in.” I saw the chrome attachment shining in the shower and got excited. Fine, I admit it. I’d looked it up. I’d been thinking about being fucked for a while now. I guessed what was going to happen. Never done it myself, but Coach walked me through it. It was awkward at first. But with his hands on me, it made a difference. It was like he’d done this to others before. After a bit, it was obvious I was clean. But Coach grabbed a squirt bottle, and put more in, ‘just to make sure.’ Told me to hold it in for a bit, then I’d be ready. He stood watching me, making sure it wasn’t leaking out. Satisfied, he told me to empty, finish up, and put my jockstrap back on. He’d be in the bedroom waiting for me. I turned on the faucet, hands roaming as I spread lather across my pecs to my nips. I pulled and felt them harden up. The pain was connecting with the tingling in my hole. I moved down to my abs, tracing the deep cuts, then grabbed my junk with both hands and started rubbing. I’d never felt so fucking turned on. “Hurry up, boy!” Coach barked, getting me out of the moment. “Get your ass in here, NOW!” I realized he was waiting for me. I called out to him, “On my way, Coach!” I rinsed, dried off, and pulled on my jockstrap. I looked in the mirror. It was tight, perfect. I headed for the bedroom. Coach was on the bed, watching me. His eyes locked on me like he’d been waiting for this. I felt hot all over. My skin buzzed as I slowly walked to the foot of the bed. The closer I got, the more I started feeling the burn in my hole. Something was happening. My chest felt tight, my skin alive. I was horny. Yeah, but it was more than that. I so wanted this. And I didn’t care what happened next. I just knew I was ready. Coach was studying me. His eyes steady, taking in every reaction as he motioned me to him. "Yeah, boy. Get over here," he ordered, stroking his thick thighs, spread wide open. Cock hard and ready. Slowly, I crawled onto the bed and got on my knees between his thighs. He watched how I breathed. How my body tensed. How I looked at him. I looked down at his cock, sticking straight up, foreskin still covering the tip. I could feel my hole twitching. Then he moved. No warning. Just a shift. “I always had my eye on you. Knew what you were capable of. Been fucking wanting this since before you first came to me, asking,” he growled, grabbing my head and yanked. “You aren’t the first one I got in shape.” Down I went, face to face with Coach’s cock. I could smell the day on him. Fucking sweat from being out in the hot sun all day. I didn’t know what came over me, but I started sniffing it as he worked his hand down my back. He started working my hole again with a slick finger. It was crazy. I was loving it and my moans got louder. “Fucking jockpig,” he laughed, working it deeper. “You like Coach’s smell, don’t ya?” There it was again. I could feel the burn getting stronger, but I didn’t care. It felt good. All I could think about now was Coach’s cock. I could see the precum oozing from his foreskin. “Fuck yeah, Coach,” I moaned, reaching out with my tongue. He stayed in me, making sure I felt his rough finger sliding and digging around. All the time, I lapped at his cock. I could taste it sliding over my tongue and down my throat. It was sharp and clean. Then I felt it. Another finger sliding in. Everything I’d ever imagined about being with a guy was happening. It wasn’t with someone my age, but I didn’t care. It was Coach. He knew exactly what he was doing, and I wanted him to show me. The burn was hitting every nerve as he opened me up, getting me ready. It was all I needed. I opened my mouth wide and went down on him. “Goddamn cocksucker. Get me ready.” Coach moaned, feeling my lips sliding over the foreskin, pushing it back on the shaft. I took it down about half-way. He just sat there, slowly starting to fuck my face. I tried not to gag, but spit was pouring from my mouth. The deeper the strokes, the more I moaned. I wanted it ready for my hole. I sucked harder. “Just relax, nice and slow. You got it,” he murmured, holding my head with both his hands until I was nose deep in sweaty pubes, my chin on his balls. I kept at it, sucking on him. His leaking cock was dripping down my throat as I gripped his thighs. His thrusts were getting harder and faster. “Alright, enough,” he growled, grabbing me, and shoved me back. He leaned in, his mouth almost at my hole. I could feel his hot breath on it. Then, he flicked his tongue at it. “Shit, yeah,” I moaned, never thinking it’d be like this. He was fucking me with his tongue. Coach ate me out for a while then pulled up. My hole was on fire, hungry, and aching. That’s when I finally saw it. It wasn’t showing in any of his pics, but I could see it now. A black scorpion tattooed on the tip of his cock! Its tail wrapped around it. The stinger going under and into the piss slit. How did I miss it?! Seeing my reaction, Coach spread my legs and moved in before I could do anything. “You don’t know how many fucking times I thought about breeding you,” he growled, teasing my hole with his cock. “I knew it the first day you asked about working out that I’d make you into the perfect fucking poz musclejock.” His words were hitting me, reminding me of those nights when he was pushing me harder and harder. Making me want it. I could see the lust in his eyes but then, he got serious and stopped. “But then you fucking got under my skin, boy,” he sighed. “Like I said, you aren’t the first. Just the one I never should’ve let get this close. That’s why I ended it.” I should’ve been freaking out, but my hole was aching. I couldn’t take it anymore. “Fuck me,” I whimpered. The look on his face suddenly changed. “Yeah? You want it, huh?” he smiled, pushing his cock at my hole, again. “Just say it, boy.” “Oh, God!” I moaned, my body giving me away. I lifted my hips and offered myself up. “I wanna be your poz musclejock, Coach.” That’s all it took. He started into me. “Shit!” I cried out, feeling the tip stretching my hole as he punched through. “Fuck, boy,” he grunted, feeling me tightening up. “You’re still fucking tight. I got plenty more to train that hole. But for now, let’s try this.” I wasn’t really paying attention to what he was saying. I was trying, but I still couldn’t relax enough to take him any deeper. That’s when I saw him grab a brown bottle from the side table. I recognized it from some of the raunchier porn I’d gotten into. I watched him unscrew the bottle and take a long snort. “This’ll loosen you up,” Coach moaned, handing me the bottle. I could see the poppers were getting to him. I looked him in the eyes and put the bottle up to my nostril and breathed in. “Fuck,” I growled, feeling it hit me at the same time Coach pushed into me. “Another,” he ordered, “Opening you up, boy. No going back.” This time, it worked. I could feel him sinking in. “God! Give it to me,” I whimpered, his shaft splitting me open. “I DON’T HEAR YOU, BOY!” he yelled, hitting my prostate. I kept moaning, feeling him sliding over it. Pushing deeper. It felt like I was floating. Not really in my body but still aware of what was happening. I didn’t know what it meant. Didn’t care. Everything was a blur. But I knew he was fucking me now. And I didn’t want him to stop. “FUCKING BREED ME!” I yelled, “FUCKING POZ ME, COACH!” Coach pumped into me, pushing himself into my guts. His balls banged against me. His grip got tighter. “Fucking ass feels good, boy,” Coach growled, “Just fucking tight enough.” I just groaned. I couldn’t speak. My cock was twitching. He just kept on, ramming into me. I was loving it, wanting him to fill me up with his poz load. “Been waiting for this since I started seeing results,” Coach said, letting it settle into my head. “That ass getting high and tight. Just begging for my poz loads.” “Shit yeah,” I moaned, realizing I had done it all for him. “I fucking wanted to be your musclejock since day one, Coach. Fucking wanted to make you proud.” I was panting and bucking, pushing back on his cock the whole time. I wanted it all the way in me. Each time he hit my prostate, I’d push back for more. “Fucking cockpig,” he growled, “Gonna have you begging for other poz cocks soon.” I was too much into it to answer. That’s when he sank down all the way and stayed there. “Fuck yeah,” he grunted, “It’s all in.” “Goddamn, it!” I moaned, squirming. Then he started ramming into me. Hard and fast. Sweat was flying off him. His eyes hard, like a hunter who knew he’d set up the perfect shot. Closing the space between us, he wrapped his arms around me. He held me tight. He was close. I clenched down. He started sucking in air short and fast. Then he slowed but went long and hard, the last one pushing me over the edge. “Shit yeah!” I growled, shooting biggest load ever as I felt his cock spasming in me. “Load me up, Coach!” “FUCKING TAKE IT!” he yelled, his swollen cock finally filling my hole with his poz load, and fell on me. He stayed in me for a while, both of us now covered in sweat until he pulled out and sat back. "You feel that in you, don't you, boy?” he grinned, fingering my sloppy hole. “Your first poz load.” “Yeah, Coach,” I growled, grabbing him tight, and pulled him back on me hard. My mouth crashed into his, rough and hungry. “Fucking thanks,” I panted against his lips, my breath raw and grateful. “You’re welcome, boy,” Coach smiled, showing me his red-stained cum slick fingers. “It’s starting. You feel it? It won’t be long.” “Shit,” I moaned, sucking on them. I could taste the metallic sharpness mixed with the saltiness of his load. “Gonna be your fucking poz musclejock, Coach.” “That you are, boy,” he growled and slipped a buttplug in my hole to make sure. “MY fucking poz musclejock. I got so much to show you.” “Can’t wait, Coach,” I muttered, rolling over and burying my face in his furry pecs.

One of the first vids I discovered. The music in the background is something I will never forget. A buddy was watching it and the minute I heard it, I instantly knew what he was watching. I've got this clip saved and backed up in several places.

This is interesting. It’s listed as 4 parts on Nifty but part 4 does say that it’s the 3rd of the chronicles. This story definitely helped with getting me interested and getting me to where I am now. It’s got me curious as to what happened next to Blake and Gus, especially after Con showed up. Even if he doesn’t decide to share. Please let him know that he has many fans out there that have enjoyed it for years.

Frenum/Jacob’s ladder is on my bucket list!

Both PA and reverse PA. 😁 Definitely enjoyed them.

New Beginning Part 7 I’d been on edge all week leading up to our session with Jack. After all, I was Jack’s cuntboy. That hadn’t changed, and I wasn’t sure how Alex would feel seeing me slip right into it. Yeah, Alex was the dominant one with me, but never like Jack and, honestly, I knew he just didn’t have it in him. No matter how hard he tried, he’d never be able to go as far as Jack, and that’s exactly why I kept going back. And despite everything, it only made me love Alex more. I know. I admit it. I loved him. I had from the very start, but I still couldn’t say it. Like he said, I had a way of holding things back. It was a defense mechanism that I needed to work on. And knowing him, he wouldn’t say it until I did. That was his coping strategy. It was during one of those long talks about everything that happened with Jack when it finally hit me. He had completely fucked with my head. I wasn’t even the same guy from 10 months ago when Alex came back into my life. Everything had changed, especially me. Once Jack found out about Alex, he made sure to keep me spun from the minute I arrived, leading me to this weekend. Did I need it? No, but I needed to able to let go of everything and concentrate on Jack. On Friday, we started with a gym session, wanting to be at peak for our first session with Jack. Since I was already keeping myself smooth, I got in the shower for a touch up before getting Alex ready. Hearing the clippers buzzing, I laughed, remembering how things first started with us as the hair fell from his body onto the floor. Then the moment came, showing he was committed to it. He stood there, clippers still vibrating. His face and body clipped down, but head still covered in curls. Smiling at me, he took a deep breath and ran the clippers over his head, revealing his pale scalp. I just stood there as he stepped into the shower and shut the door. “Fucking love the feel of your skin after right after,” Alex whispered, rubbing his hands over me. “Don’t ever stop.” “Fucker, Jack would never allow it,” I admitted, accidently letting it slip how much control Jack actually had over me. “So,” he said, hesitating for a second, then grabbed my sac. “Do you always do what he wants?” I knew the answer but held off. It was too soon, and we had to get through this weekend. Grabbing his arms, I lifted them and watched his pecs rise, exposing the patch of remaining hair in his pits. His scent filled my nostrils, and I started flicking my tongue, lapping up the sweat from our workout. “Goddamn, fuck!” he moaned, forgetting the question, and reached down and held my head against it. After a bit, I pulled back and told him I needed to get him ready. I started rubbing the shaving gel onto his pecs, taking my time with it. Honestly, my hands probably lingered more than they needed to. While I was doing it, I reminded him what Jack was expecting, "Don't forget. From the minute we get there, just follow my lead." “Yeah, I remember,” he grinned as I gripped his tit tightly to shave his pec. “OUCH!” he winced, pulling back. I rolled my eyes, finishing them up, and shifted to his abs thinking, “Jack’s gonna love working on those tits.” Alex just stood there, eyes closed, not saying a word. I watched the goosebumps rise as the remaining hair disappeared. Once done, I stood back, looking the beginning of his transformation. His upper body was smooth again. My eyes moved down past his abs to see his cock still at full mast. I so wanted him to fuck me, right then, but had to finish. I knelt in front of him and coated his legs, trying to ignore his cock. Starting at his ankles, I made my way up. Cupping his sac, he pulled them up and I shaved away the last of the hair on his legs. He didn’t need me to say a thing after that. He knew what to do. It was all coming back to him. He let go, turned around, and leaned forward against the shower wall. Fuck, I was loving it. I told him to spread ‘em and made sure his ass and cunt were hairless again. Once his cunt was done, I moved on to his crotch, his cock almost taking out my eye. After cleaning it up, there was only area left. Licking off the drops of precum from his piss slit, I grabbed his sac and stretched it out. “Fuck Luke,” he smiled down at me. “You think Jack, uh Sir, is gonna approve?” "Yeah, he will," I chuckled, catching him referring Jack as ‘Sir.’ Now done, I sank back on my haunches, taking him in, smooth again after all these years. “What?” he smiled, looking down at me. “Don’t get me wrong, Alex. I thought you were a fucking sexy sonofabitch when I saw you again, but honestly, I missed you like this,” I sighed, standing up and taking hold of his shaved junk before leading him into the bedroom. “Fuck me.” Alex was totally on board, but he glanced at the time and paused. I brushed it off and told him we were catching the later ferry and that I’d already filled Jack in. What he didn’t realize was that the later ferry had been the plan from the start. I needed him to get the urge to fuck me out of his system so he could focus on what was coming. I kissed him hard, slipping my tongue into his mouth as I pulled him down on top of me. The second I felt his smooth, freshly shaved skin against mine, I stopped holding back. Our tongues fought for control while my hands moved over his body, taking in every muscle, every inch of that smooth skin. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I slipped my hand between his ass and fingered his smooth cunt. “Daddy’s gonna fucking love this,” I purred, knowing what Jack liked. "Yeah?" he moaned, raising his hips to give me more access. “Yeah, fucker. He definitely will,” I agreed, knowing he was perfect now. I could feel his hard cock throbbing against my abs, so I kissed him and moved on top of him. Straddling him, I raised his arms and lapped at his smooth pits. Moving to his tit, I started nibbling on it. “Shit yeah!” he growled, feeling me take a bite. “Harder!” I kept going, smiling to myself that he wanted it harder. He was making things easier. By now I could feel his shaft between my ass. Grabbing it, I easily slipped it in. “Goddamn Fuck, Alex!” I cried out, feeling myself sliding over his thick cock. Grabbing my hips, he started fucking me, stretching me out with every thrust. “You like that don’t you, you goddamn cuntboy?” he snarled, sitting up and pushing himself on top of me before shoving it in deeper with each stroke. “Your Daddy ever fuck you this deep?” “Fuck no, Alex. More! Fucking breed me deep!” I begged, wrapping my legs around his waist. “Didn’t think so,” he grunted, “Every time he‘s fucking you, remember how mine feels, bigger, deeper than he’ll ever get.” It was true, but I knew what Alex was doing. He wanted to fuck Jack out of my mind with every rough and hungry fuck he gave me. It wasn’t the first time. What he didn’t realize is that Jack knew how get in touch with the deepest part of my soul. “Fucking take it!” he yelled, his balls slapping again and again on my ass. On he went, now covered in sweat, ramming into me. I didn’t want it to end but I knew what I had to do. Tightening my cunt around his shaft, I could feel Alex’s thrusts shortening. It was working. A few seconds later, he started shaking. “FUCKING CUMMING!” he screamed out as his eyes rolled back, driving deeper into me. The feeling was too much for me and my cunt started pulsing. “Oh, God,” I moaned, feeling the walls of my cunt wrapping tightly around Alex’s cock. I held onto him tightly, getting him through the familiar spasms. Jack had told me to make sure it worked, and it had, just like I thought it would. We stayed like that for a bit until Alex was ready. “Shit...” He moaned, pulling out his dripping cock. “Hope Jack doesn’t mind that happened. I couldn’t help it.” “Fuck no, especially when he feels it in me,” I chuckled, taking him into my mouth and cleaning off the mess. “Now let’s get ready.” Afterwards, we got straight to it. I grabbed our jockstraps, still damp, reeking of sweat. We’d spent the week we spent working out at in them to get them just right. Throwing mine to Alex, I pressed my face into his. “Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about,” I growled and put it on. Alex stood there, grinning in my jockstrap, the pouch bulging with his cock, stretched and stuffed. Then he stepped up to the full-length mirror, checking himself out with that cocky smile of his. I came up behind him, hands sliding over his pecs, palms full of hard, smooth muscle. It felt like we were right back at the start. Only now, our bodies were bigger, stronger, more built, more defined. I started growling as my fingers slowly spread over his hard tits and gripped them. “Goddamn,” I muttered against his neck and kissed it. “We should live in these things.” Alex caught my eye in the mirror, smirking. “We’d never get anything done if we walked around like this all day.” “And that would be bad?” I joked, grabbing his junk and biting at his neck. He let out a low moan, gripping my hands. “Fuck.” I turned him to face me. “Seriously, we have to go.” He glanced down at his obvious bulge and grinned. “Then you better quit.” It was gonna be a hot weekend, so we tossed on some shorts, t-shirts, and sneakers, not planning to leave Jack’s place or needing anything else. The ride to the terminal was quiet, both of us caught up in our own thoughts. Once on the ferry, we headed straight to my usual spot on the upper deck without saying much. "I get why you like it here," Alex said, gazing out at the water. "Huh?" I asked, snapping out of it, too busy thinking about what was coming next to really hear him. "The view," he said with a smile, reaching over to squeeze my hand. "Yeah, it's..." I started, but a loud blast from the ferry horn cut me off, and I couldn’t help laughing. Alex grinned, remembering my first ferry ride with Jack. “Is that for us?” “Yup,” I smiled, waving up at the captain, and kissed him. It was starting to get dark when we got to the island. I could see the black SUV waiting for us at the edge of the parking lot and we made our way over. Jack rolled down the window and our eyes met. Alex glanced at me, then back at Jack, saying nothing but sizing him up with sharp eyes. I took a deep breath and smiled at Jack, the man that had turned me into what I was and exposed the parts of me that I had kept hidden from Alex. I told Alex to take the passenger seat then stepped toward Jack without looking back. “You did good, cuntboy,” he whispered, securing my collar before slipping me some tina from his fist. “Now get in the back.” I felt the burn penetrating my nasal membrane and smiled as hit me. It was starting. “Yes, Daddy,” I answered, slowly licking the remains from his fist. “Thanks.” I didn’t give a fuck if anyone else was watching. I had one thing on my mind, and nothing was gonna stop me. Opening the door, I stripped down to my jockstrap, tossing the clothes in the back and sat down. Alex just sat there, eyes locked on me like he was seeing me for the first time. “Fucking cuntpig,” Jack smiled, catching the cum still seeping out. “Daddy, this is Alex,” I grinned, making the introduction. “Alex, this is my Daddy, Jack.” "Hello, Sir," Alex said, steadying himself as he met Jack’s gaze. “Thanks for having me over this weekend.” Jack looked him up and down, not bothering to hide it. “You’re welcome, boy. I’m guessing cuntboy, here, already filled you in about what’s expected of you?” “Yes, Sir,” he said, his eyes locking on Jack’s before quickly stripping down like me. “Good boy,” he smiled, catching the sight of his shaved body and growing bulge. “Impressive.” “Thanks, Sir,” Alex grinned, genuinely caught off guard at the compliment. Relaxing, we talked about routine things on the way, making Alex more and more comfortable. I had told them so much about each other that Alex felt like they had known each other forever. Reaching the house, we entered through the garage and into the kitchen. “Go on boys, I’ve got a couple of things to do,” he chuckled, giving me a wink. “Boy, why don’t show Alex the view from the deck.” “Yes, Sir,” I smiled, and showed him the way. Making our way past the living room, I pulled Alex onto the deck where he spotted the packed pipe just sitting there on the table waiting for us. “Yep,” I growled as I reached for it, brought it to his lips, and gave him a nod. “All in, fucker.” I lit the bowl without thinking, just a reflex now, and watched as he took a long, slow drag, his eyes on mine. “Fucking good shit, cuntboy. Come’re,” he gasped, grabbing my chin and pulled me into his arms, releasing the cloud. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I took it in without thinking as our lips met, sealing the deal. We were locked in now, no turning back. “I get what you see in him,” he said with no hint of jealousy in his voice. “Another,” I whispered, pulling back, and slipped the pipe between his lips. I fed him a few more clouds to get him just right. Then it was my turn, needing it for what was gonna happen next. It was about more than just getting spun. I took a hit from the warm stem and let the cloud fill my lungs, knowing Jack had planned this. He gave me a quick kiss, took my hand, and we stood there quietly taking in the view until Jack showed up behind us. “Alright boys,” he growled, “Let’s get on with it.” I let go of Alex’s hand and turned to Jack, moaning. Just like the first time, Jack stood there with his hands behind his back, boots on, and a thick leather harness wrapped tight around his pecs. Glancing down, I could see his straining cock outlined in the frayed pouch surrounding his package. Without thinking, I made my way to him and sucked on his thick ringed tit. “The better for you to suck on,” he had told me back when he first showed the new rings to me. The scent of the pouch hit me hard, musk and sweat with a hint of piss. I dropped to my knees, leaning into it before I even realized. Jack stood right beside me, his hand gripping my shoulder as he watched Alex, waiting for what he’d do next. Alex stood there, just taking him in. I could tell he was hesitating. Then he glanced down at me. I gave him a small nod, and he finally walked over and dropped. Keeping his eyes on me, Alex started sniffing at the ripe pouch. “You like that, boy?” Jack growled, slipping a collar on him. “Go on taste it. I wore this one just for you.” “Fucking love it, Sir!” Alex moaned, feeling the tightness of the collar locked on his neck. Leaning into the mesh covered cock, he started chewing on it. I could hear Jack’s moans as Alex released Jack’s cock and took it in his mouth. His head was bobbing up and down, easily taking it to the root. I couldn’t take my eyes off him doing his thing with my Daddy. I reached over and rubbed the back of Alex’s neck. “Do it, fucker. Show him how much you want it,” I encouraged him. “Shit yeah!” Alex mumbled, his mouth full of leaking cock. “Fucking want it.” I paused for a second and stared. Alex didn’t look away, watching me the whole time like he was waiting to see what I’d do. Jack’s grip tightened a bit as if warning me to stay put. But Alex was watching me, and I hated feeling left out. I jumped in, joining him in worshipping Jack, and took our relationship to a whole new level. Alex and I came in from both sides, our lips meeting Jack’s shaft like we couldn’t get enough. We took it slow, hands roaming over him while our tongues tangled, mixing our breaths and spit. Jack was loving the attention from us. Suddenly, Jack’s hand shot out, pushing me back just enough to break my connection with Alex. “Go on,” Jack barked, grabbing my head, and pushed me down onto the floor. “Yes, Daddy,” I moaned, releasing Alex’s cock from the rank jockstrap and took it in. “Fuck!” Alex groaned, feeling it going down my throat. “Good boy,” Jack growled, grabbing Alex’s head, and shoving himself all the way in. “Just enjoy my cuntboy’s mouth while you take care of me.” Suddenly, Alex’s hands grabbed at me and started reaming my mouth as he took care of Jack. I could feel him getting close and started swallowing, my throat muscles gripping his cock. I felt him thrusting his hips into me with one final moan as he shot his load. “FUCK!” he panted as Jack’s cock slipped out of his mouth. Swallowing the load, I sat up to see Jack grinning down at me. “Good job, boy,” he said with a slow smile, pushing Alex away and shooting me a wink. “Cover him up. He won’t be needing that again this weekend. Get him ready.” “Yes, Sir,” I growled, helping Alex up. I was fucking flying high from what was happening and grabbed Alex’s hand. Giving it a squeeze, I led him down the hallway into one of the spare bedrooms. “Daddy converted this room a bit ago. Wait ‘til you see it,” I smiled, opening the door. “You’re the first one to help us break it in.” “Shit!” Alex moaned at the sight of the sling in the center of the room. I stood there for a second, surprised. The walls and ceiling were painted black now. Jack had been busy. “Ok, fucker, on the sling,” I prompted him, getting back to the plan. Eagerly, he jumped on it and laid back, his pecs rising with each breath. I ran my fingers up the length of his now-slick body. Taking his wrist, I kissed it, then buckled on one of the restraints. I secured it to the sling, leaving his smooth, shaved pit exposed. “By the way, Daddy approves,” I murmured, lapping up the sweat before securing the other one and moved to the foot of the sling. “Otherwise, we wouldn’t be in here.” I stood there looking at his muscular ass framed in the dingy white straps. God, he was beautiful! Next, I buckled a pair of ankle restraints on him and attached his legs. “Fuck,” I sighed, taking in his exposed cunt. Alex lay there, taking in the room. Jack had fixed it up properly. One wall held rack of gear and shelves of toys, while on the opposite hung a huge, steel framed black-and-white print of me in full leather gear. On the first anniversary of being his cuntboy, Jack had surprised me with a session with a famous photographer. I smiled, loving that he now had it in here, where it and I belonged. Then it was my turn. Jack had told me to gear up for the next part, said it was gonna be a part of Alex’s imprinting. I quickly pulled on my boots, tightened the harness until it pushed up my pecs, fastened the restraints around my wrists, and slid the armband up my right arm exactly like in the print. Grabbing at my tits, I walked over to the wall and looked up at myself. The shadows had made the muscles of my dehydrated body look even more defined than usual. I was hooded, harnessed with my booted legs spread, and hands shackled behind my back, wearing a leather jock that hid my limp cock. “That’s me, it’s one of a kind,” I proudly told him, remembering the day of the shoot. “If you look carefully, I was so fucking tweaked that you can barely see the whites of my eyes.” Hearing Jack walking in, I smiled and kept on. “Daddy wanted me looking my best, and that’s exactly what you’re seeing,” I grinned, pointing up at it. “I spent the whole week spun with the photographer to get that look.” “Shit Luke,” he groaned as it finally hit him that things with Jack had gone way further than he realized. “The perfect cuntboy!” “That’s right, boy. He is that,” Jack growled, walking up behind me and slipping a hood on me. I fell back against Jack as he secured it. “Fuck yeah, Daddy,” I moaned, feeling his hard cock slipping into me, where it belonged. I could feel his warm breath against my neck and my heart started racing. I was already caught up in this, craving more, not even trying to hide it anymore. “Goddamn it!” I yelped, tensing up as he snapped the alligator clamps on. That was it! What I felt for Alex didn’t matter. I was in full cuntboy mode now and was all in for what was coming. “Is he ready?” he asked, kissing my neck before pulling out. “He’s ready, Daddy,” I whimpered, feeling empty. “I’ve done everything you told me.” Jack walked over to the sling, my cunt juices smeared across his cock. Standing there, he stood staring down at Alex’s exposed cunt. “Yeah, you did, cuntboy,” Jack chuckled, teasing Alex with his cock. “I trained you right.” “Shit yeah, please!” Alex begged, raising his hips, and offered himself up. “Soon,” Jack chuckled, “Fucking hungry pig.” Jack gave me the go-ahead and, taking a deep breath, I nodded and walked over to the shelf. I could hear Alex still begging for cock as I opened the steel box sitting there. Picking up one of the rigs, I held it to the light and saw the shimmering contents. It was just like he said it would be, the perfect amount. Moaning, I grabbed another one from the stash and shut the box. Turning around, I slipped them into my waistband before joining Jack at Alex’s side. I could see the clouds were getting to him. Alex’s eyes got a little darker, his lips parting just a bit as Jack worked his magic. Silently, I grabbed the rubber strap and wrapped it around his bicep. He blinked, caught off guard as he looked at it then me. I hadn’t told Alex about this, but honestly, I didn’t have a say. It was what Jack wanted. I had no choice. The whole thing was Jack’s idea. We talked about it that night he first mentioned the three of us, but really, he’d already made up his mind and, as usual, just told me I was coming along. “What the fuck, Luke!” he whimpered, feeling the tightness of the strap. “What the fuck you doing?!” “Goddammit, stay still, Alex,” I growled, looking up at Jack, waiting for signal. “Remember, boy,” Jack barked, snapping a pair of tit clamps on Alex and shoving his cock in. “He told you exactly what’s expected. Everything he does, you do. You fucking agreed to all this before you even showed up here. This is just the start.” “Oh shit! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Alex moaned, his head falling back from the fire in his tits and full cunt. Holding on, Jack kept ramming into him, pulling it completely out and then shoving it back down to the base. I just stood there holding the rig up for Alex to see, keeping my eyes on his face. I could see his panic fading, being replaced by something deeper, something hungry. “YEAH! DO IT!” Alex shouted as the craving in his cunt completely took over. “Look at me, boy,” Jack growled, his cock settling itself inside Alex to steady him for his first slam. “I want you to feel my cock in you when take your first slam. Just like cuntboy here, you’re gonna be craving my cock every time, you slam.” “Shit yeah,” I moaned, slipping the needle into his bulging vein, and pulled back the plunger to draw blood. “You’re gonna fucking love it!” Jack was right. That’s why I never brought it up with Alex. Jack had done the same to me and now I only thought of his cock when I slammed. I was like fucking Pavlov’s dog. And with that, I pushed the Tina into Alex, loosened the strap, and tossed it. “Daddy’s been slamming me for a while now during these times,” I moaned, standing back, and watched it rush through his body. “And it’s your turn.” “Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit,” he kept repeating, as it hit him. Jack started pounding him again. He was on a roll, making sure his cock took what it needed as the sounds of his sweaty thighs slapped against Alex’s ass. “Fuck yeah! Harder!” Alex kept begging and bucking to offer up his cunt. I could hear Jack’s breathing getting harder with every thrust. Seeing Alex like this, I started whining. “Please, Daddy,” I stammered, pulling the second rig from my waistband and holding it out. “I was wondering how long until you fucking begged for it, cuntboy,” he grunted, stopping the fuck but staying inside Alex. “Drop and give it to me.” Quickly, I made my way to him on all fours, needing my slam, until I was at his feet. “Hand it over,” he snapped, not bothering to wait and took the rig. Looking down at me with a look that said I was his to use, he let another wad of spit fall. I couldn’t resist and started lapping it off the cap of his boot. “Look at me, cuntboy,” he barked, pulling out, and spit out another stringy wad. With my mouth wide open, I stuck out my tongue and took it in. “Ok, cuntboy, give me your arm,” he barked. Swallowing, I sat back and raised my arm with a desperate look. “Goddammit, cuntboy,” he grinned, strapping on the tourniquet, and getting me ready. “I can give you so much, if you just say the word and commit to it.” “Fuck, Daddy,” I moaned, looking at Alex. “I want that so bad.” “I know,” Jack growled, pushing the slam into me before burrowing back into Alex. “That’s why he’s here. I knew you were a package deal. I just had to know for sure.” “God, yeah!” I grunted, locking eyes with Alex as the chems rushed to my brain and cunt. Hearing Jack’s plan, Alex started pushing himself onto his cock. “That cunt of yours hungry?” Jack snarled, “Cause that’s what it is, boy. A fucking cunt.” “Yes, Sir!” Alex grunted, his head falling back on the sling. “It’s cunt. A fucking hungry cunt.” Hearing him admit it, I was lost my mind. I was craving Jack’s cock. I crawled to his side, watching him picking up speed and pounding Alex. As each thrust came quicker, I could see the cunt juices dripping out of Alex. “Shit yeah!” Jack groaned, his thrusts now shortening. “Gonna feed your cunt, boy. Fucking remember it.” “Please!” Alex begged, his eyes locking on Jack’s face. Holding my breath, I watched Jack give one final thrust and sink all the way in. Shuddering, he shot his heavy load into Alex. Taking a deep breath, “Cock!” I exhaled, aching for it. Pulling out his now spent cock, Jack let out a sigh, watching the mixture of cunt juices and his cum dripping off it. “Get over here,” he yelled at me. My heart pounding, I went down on him and started cleaning. "How’s that taste, cuntboy? Your fucking boyfriend’s chemmed up cunt juices on Daddy’s cock.” “Fuck, yeah!” I mumbled, the taste filling my mouth as he patted my head. “Fucking so good, Daddy!” "So, cuntboy," Jack said gently, his thumb brushing my cheek, “you know what this means?" “Yes, Daddy,” I sighed, looking at Alex and wondering what he was thinking. “I’m yours. I’ve always been. I see it now.” “Yep,” Jack laughed, taking me to Alex. “Damn, cuntboy. Why the fuck does it always take you so long to figure things out? Just say what you’re feeling.” I stood there, watching Alex, clueless about what was coming next. This part of Jack’s plan wasn’t something I was in on. Wrapping his arms around me, he looked down at Alex and asked, “What about you, boy? Whaddaya say?” For a moment, Alex just laid there, his eyes locked on mine. Realizing Jack was right, I reached for Alex’s hand. "I fucking love you, Alex. I always have," I told him, the words hitting harder than I expected. "I should’ve said it. I don’t know why I didn’t say it sooner." “Like Sir said, took you fucking long enough, cuntboy,” Alex grinned. “I love you, too. I’ve loved you since that summer before senior year.” “See, that was easy,” Jack smiled, giving our shoulders a squeeze. Then Alex turned to him, “And yeah, Sir, I’m yours. You didn’t need to do all this. I knew from the minute Luke told me about you, I wanted it.” Jack let out a low laugh and ran a hand over Alex’s head, “All that build-up just to admit you’ve wanted it since day one? You could’ve saved us some time and begged for it back then, boy.” “Sorry, Sir,” Alex apologized as Jack released him from the sling. “It’s ok, boy. You’re in luck,” he smiled, motioning to me. I stood there holding a box wrapped in black paper and ribbon. Walking up to me, Alex lifted the lid and smiled at all the leather gear inside. “Cuntboy here gave me your measurements, hoping it’d work out today,” Jack chuckled. “That’s for you.” “Shit, yeah,” Alex moaned, “Thank you, Sir!” “What?” Jack teased, sliding a finger inside him. “I mean, thanks, Daddy,” Alex grinned, grabbing the harness, and put it on. “You’re welcome, my boy,” Jack chuckled, slipping the hood on him. “Now get booted up. We’re just starting.” From that point on, we were both Jack’s and spent the whole weekend geared up and spun. Jack and I broke Alex in, showing him how we did things. And there it is, guys, the story of how Alex and I found our way to a brand-new beginning, together.

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The bottom goes by Badger. Corey "BadgerBoy" Turner on X.

I know a few guys that have dedicated dungeons where they’ve kitted out the basement with floor drains, shower area and separate bathroom and kitchen area. No need to leave. Not that I would want to. 😜 Others I’ve been to have a dedicated sling room created out of a bedroom. I once met a guy in LA who took me into one of his guest bedrooms. Totally normal but had a secret door behind the closet that led to a sling room. That was fun as I didn’t expect it.

New Beginning Part 6 After that night, Alex and I naturally fell into a routine, taking turns staying over at each other’s place from then on. Sure, we were fucking like bunnies but some nights we stayed up talking, other nights we barely said anything, just being comfortable in the quiet. Even after we’d finally admitted how we had felt about each other, neither of was ready to take the next step. Jack was still in the picture and, even though Alex was fine with it, I was still figuring things out. And since Jack was out of town, it made it easier to not think about it. A couple of weeks later, I heard from Jack. He was back and wanted to see me. But I wasn’t sure if meeting at my place was the best idea, so I came up with an excuse and we settled on dinner instead. I was a little anxious telling him, but Jack just smiled, knowing my history with Alex. He was happy for me. "So, where does that leave us?" he asked, like he already knew it wasn’t going to be a simple answer. Playing with the drink between my hands, "Honestly? I’m figuring it out as I go," I sighed. "I just know I need someone that can take full control. Then there’s Alex. Sure, I can sub with him, but there’s that one thing I can’t change, he needs to get fucked, and I can’t give him that.” Jack nodded, and sat back, like he’d already made peace with it. There was no awkwardness, just this understanding between us. I guess we both knew what was coming, but I wanted to hear it from him. "I hear you, cuntboy,” Jack chuckled, shaking his head. “I’d never get in the way of what you two have. I’m always here when you need me. Just remember, nothing changes when you’re with me. You’ll always be my cuntboy, just like before. Whatever’s going on outside of this, in your life, including Alex, it doesn’t exist when we’re together. That clear?" “Yes, Sir,” I grinned, glad to have the part of my life not shut out. So, Jack and I continued to meet up when I could arrange a long weekend as, by this point, he kept me spun during our sessions. I was climbing the corporate ladder at work, and I needed blow off steam. Yeah, I was becoming that stereotypical guy, calling all the shots, but just wanting to let go of all that control once the day was over. Like I said before, he’d also let me explore my fantasies, and being spun, we’d talk about them. Jack always was one to hear me talk about Alex when I was spun. He’d just watch me, seeing the look on my face as I told him what we were up to. He was especially into the fact that Alex had tossed all his underwear and was wearing jockstraps like me. It was during one of my sessions with Jack that Alex came up. “So, cuntboy,” Jack grunted, unloading his piss into my mouth, “Tell me more about Alex’s cocksucking.” This was something he liked to do, catching me off guard and asking questions before leading into something he had been thinking about. “Fuck, Daddy,” I grinned, gulping down the last of his chem piss. “Good! You remember I told you Greg’s cock was huge, even bigger than Alex’s? There isn’t a cock Alex can’t satisfy.” “Hmmm. Including yours?” he chuckled, perking up. Sure, my cock was bigger than Jack’s, but it was never something either of us cared about. “And getting fucked, how’s that going for him and being with you?” he asked. “Fucking love his mouth, Jack,” I sighed, sitting up and breaking the scene, “He’s getting it. We’ve both been traveling more for work and are on the apps. But...” “So, you’re not together when that happens?” he asked, in his normal ‘Jack’ mode. “You two haven’t done it together, yet?” “No,” I admitted, “You could say, I get jealous sometimes. Don’t get me wrong, we both talk about what goes on with you and what he does with other guys. But, honestly, there’s a part of me that feels disconnected when we talk about other guys.” “Mmmhmm,” he said, with a devilish grin, “So, what do you think about him joining us? Do you think you could handle seeing him with me? It’s not like we’ve never had another boy join us. ‘Course you’d still be my cuntboy.” “Yeah, Daddy?” I moaned, suddenly getting back into my role. “Yeah, cuntboy,” he growled, tugging on my collar. “You know how I feel about you.” I did. He’d never really given up on me being his full time and there was this connection we had that I couldn’t ever completely explain to Alex. Maybe because, even after all this time, I still didn’t quite understand it myself. But the thought of three of us had crossed my mind and I smiled. “I’ll take that as a ‘Yes,’” he chuckled, feeding me some poppers, and pushed me down to his hairy hole, “Time I meet this boy.” “Mmmhmm,” I murmured, spreading his ass open. “Go on, boy,” he groaned, taking a hit of poppers. “Fucking eat me my ass out.” He didn’t need to tell me again. I grabbed onto his hips and, smiling at his tight hole, jumped on it with my tongue as it dilated and opened up. Slipping my tongue in, I sucked on it between exploring and getting a taste of him. “Fuck yeah,” he moaned, pulling my face against his ass. “Make Daddy feel good.” “Yesss, Ssssir,” I mumbled, reaching up and stroking his slicked cock. Squirming, he started talking about the three of us together. It was obvious he had thought about it and was waiting for the right time. It only got me hotter. Making sure my mouth stayed on his hole, I kept exploring as I stroked his cock. “Fuck, cuntboy,” he started moaning. “Fucking do it.” I felt his cock thickening and his hole tighten around my tongue. It was all I could do to stay inside him as I stroked his shaft faster and faster. He was getting closer, and I shoved my tongue in as far as I could as he started to tremble. “SHIT!” he yelled out, tightening his hole around my tongue and clamping down as he shot another load. I just laid there, sucking on it with my lips as my tongue slipped out of him. Quickly, I cleaned up my hand, moved up and started lapping up the rest of his load. “Fuck!” he chuckled, pulling me up to him and grabbing my junk. “If I were Alex and you’d have done that, I’d be fucking begging for you to fuck me. ‘Course, we’d have to take care of that t-dick.” I just smiled, knowing this was the most intimate thing I could do for him. This wasn’t about sex for me. After all, I had a cunt for fucking, but he had a hole. I was showing him just how much I was all in on his training and how far I'd come. By this point, there wasn’t much that I wouldn’t do. Afterwards, we just laid there in bed with my head in his lap, nursing on his cock. Leaving was always a bit tough, but this time felt different. Once again, my life was coming together in a new way, and honestly, I was looking forward to it this time. Like usual, Jack dropped me off at the terminal. “Let me know what Alex says,” he smiled, kissing me goodbye. "I will, Sir," I said with a grin, surprised that he kissed me as he dropped me off, something he'd never done before. I stepped out of the car, shut the door, and gave a quick wave. After a few steps, I heard him honk. Turning around, I saw him roll down the window. “You know the drill, cuntboy. Let him know he’s not getting off easy. I expect the same from him as I do from you!" he called out, not caring who heard him. I smiled and nodded, knowing exactly what he meant. The ferry ride back was quiet, most people were heading the other way in the late afternoon. I stood at the railing, watching the city skyline get closer, lost in my thoughts. So much had happened to get me here. After everything, Alex and I were about to start something new, together. ----- Alex was always waiting to pick me up at the terminal after my time with Jack. Catching my grin as I walked over, he just laughed. “Fuck you smell good,” he said, handing me a water before taking in my scent as I shut the door. It was a warm day, but the ac was off. I just kept smiling, seeing him in nothing but his shorts and sneakers. “Fucker,” I groaned, seeing his bulge and knowing the minute we got in the door, he’d be all over me, so I tossed my t-shirt onto the backseat and gulped down the water. On the way home, he peppered me with questions about what I did and how I felt about it. It was almost as if he knew what Jack had proposed. When we got home, we rushed into the elevator and started making out all the way to our floor. The minute we heard the ding, we stopped, trying to look halfway decent, considering what we were wearing and his bulge. The door opened and we casually walked by the pizza delivery guy standing there gawking at us. I put the key in the door and started laughing. “What?” Alex asked. “Nothing,” I grinned, pulling him inside and shutting the door. “Just picturing the look on his face when that smell hit him in the elevator.” “Goddamn, cuntboy,” he laughed, stripping down to his jockstrap. Coming up to me, he started licking the sweat from my face, moving down the side of my neck, across my pec to my crusty tit. “Fucking always love it when your Daddy works on ‘em,” he moaned and started chewing on it. “Fuck yeah. Harder,” I told him, shivering from the feeling of his stubble against my pec and started telling him how good the alligator clips felt as Jack used me. I could tell he was into it and smiled. Lifting my hands, I grabbed onto his pecs and started playing with his tits. “Yours could use some toughening up,” I growled, gripping them hard with my fingernails. “Shit, yeah,” he moaned, releasing my tit and falling back on his haunches. That was my cue. Smiling, I grabbed my shorts and pulled out a pair of snake bite cups Jack had given me before we left his house. “Get him ready,” Jack had chuckled, slipping them in my pocket. Licking the edges, I squeezed them, placed them on both of his tits, and released. “Fuck, yeah!” he moaned, feeling the constant pull on them. Sitting up to grab my shorts, he tugged at the waistband, his lips moving over my abs as he pulled them down. He wrapped his lips over my cock and started chewing on it through the mesh while fingering me. I could feel him sucking on it, trying to swallow the sweat soaking through the pouch. He grunted, pulling the waistband down to release my cock. Fuck, even after all the clouds Jack had fed me this weekend, I was getting hard. “No t-dicked cuntboy today,” he smiled, grabbing my hips and kissed my bulge. “Asshole!” I laughed, realizing he had spiked my water with Viagra. Ignoring me, he started working on my cock. He was good, Greg had made sure of that. His mouth was made for cock. Big juicy lips and long strong tongue. I couldn’t get enough of it, and I knew Jack would love it, too. I stood there, looking down at his head bobbing on my now hard cock, taking me deeper and deeper. “Shit,” I gasped, feeling his lips hit my smooth crotch, knowing I was getting close. I wanted to warn him, but it felt so good, and knew he loved it when I blew my load into his mouth. There was no stopping it now, and he felt it too. Grabbing onto my hips, he held me tight and pulled out, leaving just the head on his tongue. “Fuck!” I shouted, exploding into him as my body shook. When I was finally able to stand on my own, he stood and showed me the creamy mess I had made. “Jack’s missing out,” he grinned and swallowed. “More for me.” I laughed but knew what I had gotten into when I met Jack. At least Alex was in the picture again and I was in the mood for more cock. “Come on,” I growled, grabbing his hand. “Fuck me.” Plopping on the bed, we started kissing. It was like we hadn’t seen each other in forever and were making up for lost time, his fingers playing at my cunt the entire time. Noticing him reaching for the drawer, I hesitated, "I can't. I've got a meeting tomorrow and need to be on it." “I know,” he laughed, pulling out a chained pair of tit clamps. “You think you can handle more of this?” “Fuuuuck yeahhhh,” I moaned as he clamped them on and licked up the sweat on his way to down to my cunt. It was intense, feeling him pulling on the chain as his heavy scruff scraped against my shaved skin. He loved eating me out and it must have been about 30 minutes before he was ready for more. Moving over me, he tossed his jockstrap and held his cock to my mouth. “Shit, yeah,” I moaned, as he slid his cock into my open lips. “Fucking missed you.” “Me, too,” he grunted. Grabbing onto the suction cups, I pulled them off and squeezed his swollen tits. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he moaned, feeling the blood rushing back in. All the while, I could taste the last drops of piss as I slid my tongue over and around his foreskin. “Goddammit, make it disappear,” he barked, pushing himself into my mouth. I was loving it and slowly took him down my throat. Tightening my lips around his shaft, I started swallowing, my throat muscles pulsing around his shaft. “Shit! Fucking tight cuntmouth,” he groaned, ramming my throat. He had me where he wanted me. He was on top of me and I couldn’t move. But then, I didn’t want to. Without warning, he pulled out and slid down between my legs and shoved his cock all the way inside me. “Been thinking about this all weekend,” he growled, yanking on the chain to my tit clamps. “HOLY FUCK!” I yelled, tensing up around his shaft from the pain. That only made him do it again. I was gripping him tighter and tighter with every yank. My tits were on fire, and I was hard as a rock again. Fuck, it felt so good. I laid back, watching Alex moaning and groaning as he rammed in and out of me. I could tell he wasn’t going to last much longer. I shifted my hips slightly. “SHIT, YEAH!” I yelled, feeling him hit my spot dead center. We were now both getting close. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. His face was red, and he was sweating like pig. Inhaling, I could smell his scent as the sounds of our slick bodies slapping against each other filled the room. “Together,” he grunted, pounding me over and over again. “Together,” I repeated, wanting the same thing. It didn’t take much more after that. I felt my cock start to jerk and wrapped my legs around him to pull him into me. “NOW!” I yelled, shooting another in between our abs. At the same time, Alex roared, “GODDAMN! FUCK!” and fell on top of me in one of his spasms. Even after all this time, I felt proud knowing that I was the only guy that did that to him. Rolling off me, “Fucker,” he sighed, scooping up my load and feeding it to me. “I’m gonna have a fucking heart attack one of these days, if we keep that up.” “How the fuck would I explain that to 911?” I laughed, “Uh, so my boyfriend just died as he was fucking me, and I can’t get out from under him.” "My ghost would stick around just to see the look on their faces," he joked. After the breeding, I was exhausted, and Alex picked up on it right away. He didn’t push and just made sure I was comfortable. In between him pampering me, I told him more about what happened on the island. That’s when I mentioned that Jack said it was time to meet. Talking about it with him made it all feel a little more real, like I could finally sort through it instead of just holding onto it in my head. Alex listened, taking it all in. Then, I leaned back with a grin, stating the obvious, "You know, he’s going to want us spun." “I take it, he’ll be supplying everything?” he grinned. “Since we’ve been back together, you’ve never taken any with you to his place.” “He always does,” I chuckled, still getting a kick out of him saying ‘together.’ “Daddy always provides for his boy.” “You mean boys?” he laughed. For a second, I didn’t what to say. His reply caught me off guard. It was the first time he had talked about being a boy to Jack. He just stood there, grinning and watching for my reaction. “Yeah?” I asked, trying to figure out if I was understanding what he just said. “Yup,” he replied, smiling from ear to ear. “Boys.” Any doubts I had were gone with that one word. I couldn’t have felt more sure or more excited. “That,” I grinned, kissing him, “Remains to be seen.” “Yup. We’ll see. You know how it gets me going, hearing about you two,” he smiled, handing me another glass of juice, “And it’s not like I’m new to this. So, when’s it’s happening?” “There’s the 3-day holiday coming up next month, that work for you?” I chuckled, seeing his pouch swelling again, “We’ve talked about going away that weekend, so it’s perfect timing. We’d meet up on Friday. That’ll give us until Sunday morning so we can recover. We can take the ferry back on Monday.” “Done,” he smiled. “Oh, and by the way,” I told him, slipping my hand into his pouch, “He told me to tell you something.” “Yeah? What’d he say?” “He said he expects everything from you that he expects from me,” I grinned, grabbing his sac and pulling out a hair. “Ouch,” he winced, crawling into bed with me. “You gonna help me with that? It’s been a while since I’ve done it.” “A while? You told me you stopped when you moved here,” I laughed, “When was that? Like 9 months ago?” “I have a short memory,” he teased, absent mindedly playing with his tits. “So, you gonna help make sure I don’t miss a spot?” “Yep, just like before,” I smiled, wrapping my arms around him and we started making plans.

If my bf doesn’t clean it when he’s being fucked, I’m more than happy to oblige.

Had this happen to me once before the apps were a big thing. I was going to meet a couple and headed over to their place. I got there and a buzzed the code. Guy answered and let me in. I knocked on the door and was let in. We go into the living room and I’m expecting another guy to be there. We started talking and it turns out that he was waiting for a guy and I had mixed up the condo numbers and put in the wrong code. I ended up swallowing his load until his guy showed up. I then made my way down the hall to the right one and got fucked.