Malik and the Sad Man

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There is some background material for this story in a previous one you can find here. 

Part 1

Malik grew up in a stable home.  Stable being the operative word.  He always had food to eat and lived in a nice house.  Malik went to a private school with his two older brothers.  The other stable thing in Malik’s house was, gays were not welcome.  Through cultural or religious reasons, his parents had no respect for any sexual identity other than straight.  While his parents would make the occasional comment, his brothers were outspoken enough for the entire family.  While his brothers would never be physically violent, they would mercilessly abuse anyone in the school they thought “acted queer.”

Malik knew from a young age he was gay. He also knew he had to hide it.  You can watch bruises heal; emotional scars can often be worse.  Malik turned to food as his comfort. Anytime he was stressed, he would eat.  Throughout Malik’s school years, he covered his pain with food.  His mother would often comment that he was “too fat” and no girl would want him if stayed fat.  Hiding that he was gay and the shaming he got at home and school for his weight was grinding his soul to dust.

Malik had one thing going for him. He excelled at school.

Malik graduated top of his class, both in grades and weight.  With his grades, he was able to get into a good school far away from home.  The grant and scholarship money meant Malik didn’t have to work while in college. He could focus on his degree.  Malik had chosen a degree yet, but he was away from home.  That was all that mattered.

Malik moved into his dorm room.  He had a day to himself before his roommate arrived.  He was watching gay porn on his laptop when he heard the door open, and he slammed his laptop closed.  The guy that walked was the typical college jock.  He had chiseled features, a flat stomach, tall, the entire package.  Malik was cordial and made an introduction, all the while wondering if he could live under his bed.  Malik excused himself.  He quickly left the dorm to get something to eat.  His roommate was friendly, always trying to start conversations, but Malik would always “have to run.”  They both knew Malik wasn’t running to anything.

Malik thought his roommate would be out all day. He turned on his computer and found some gay porn to watch.  Again he heard the door and slammed his laptop shut.  His roommate was moving fast around the room, looking for some paperwork in a folder.  He asked Malik if he had seen it.  Malik asked what class was it for, and he would help him look.  The jock said, “it's for choir audition.”  Malik was taken aback, “you are in a choir?”  The jock, still moving around the room, said, “not yet; today are auditions.”

Malik didn’t know the school had a choir and asked the jock about it.  The jock turned and said, its not for the school. It's for the local gay men's choir.  Malik was shocked, “your gay?”  The jock turned, put his hand on his heart, had a big smile, “proud cock sucker since I was 17.  I don’t advertise my sexuality, but I don’t hide it either.  The only time I advertise it is when I want to get laid.  You cool with that. You look a little white.”  All the color had drained from Malik’s face.  Every gay man he had seen (most of them in porn) had perfect bodies, and the few he tried to talk to, he wasn’t “their type.”  Malik assumed that was code for, “you're too fat for me.”

The jock stopped for a minute, “wait are you?”  Malik started, “I have to.”  This time the jock got between Malik and the door.  The jock said, “you're not running away this time.  Is this why you have been distant from me almost half the school year?”  The jock smiled, “help me find the music for the audition, and you are coming with me.”  Malik started to protest that he couldn’t sing, which was true.  The jock replied, “I don’t expect you to audition. I am not letting you run away again.  For once, you are going to talk to me.”  There was a level of firmness in the jock’s voice, and there was also an equal amount of kindness.  Malik agreed, the jock found his music, and they headed to the middle of town.  The jock came out of tryouts with a big smile.  He told Malik that he got into the choir.  Malik said, “I have no doubt you have seen yourself in a mirror.”  The jock knew this song; people thought he got things because he was “pretty.”  That might be true when he wants to go to a club, but these tryouts were no joke.  The jock looked at his watch, “it’s lunchtime.  Where do you want to go, my treat.”  Malik named the pizza place a little way from campus.

They sat at a booth at the pizza joint, and the jock got Malik to talk.  He threatened to sit there shirtless if Malik didn’t start talking.  Malik told him the story of his family, brothers, and his relationship with food.  The jock listened, not saying a word.  He saw the hurt. He knew he wasn’t the one to fix it.  But, he could point Malik in the right direction.  The jock said, “let’s do two things for the rest of the year.  The first one, I will write you up a diet.  Before you get offended about me putting you on a diet, I am always on one that how I keep my abs.  The second is you going to the gym.”  Malik said; he didn’t know anything about working out if that wasn’t obvious.  The jock had an answer prepared, “you are at a college, take some classes.”  Malik agreed.  The jock said, “one more thing, can I have a roommate that will talk to me.  I am getting lonely.”  Malik smiled, nodding his head “yes.”

The first time he walked into a sports medicine class, he was the only fat kid there.  Malik desperately wanted to run, and somehow he managed to get through the first class.  He got the books, and that night started going over them.  Malik quickly realized he like the subject matter. He saw how the human body could be changed and redefined through exercise and nutrition.  The next three years getting his degree, he would spend a lot of time in the gym.  Before Malik realized it, he was one of the jocks in the class.  He had only roomed with that gay jock for one year, but it was the year that changed his life.  Malik went on in the fitness industry, eventually being a training manager at a luxury gym.

Malik would never shake what it felt like being a closeted, fat kid.  However, he used the memory of that pain to see it in others and help them how his jock had helped him.

Malik hired Ashton at the recently opened high-end gym. He was the perfect specimen of a man.  Malik would love to spend some quality time naked with Ashton, but this young man was a tortured soul.  Malik could see the pain behind Ashton’s beautiful eyes.

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More greatness to come!

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Great - another spin off. Love it

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Part 2

Ashton was a great employee, treated everyone with kindness and respect.  Ashton looked like a muscle and fitness cover model but none of the arrogance.  Malik quietly watched as Ashton worked hard during the day then put himself through brutal workouts after every shift.  Ashton was proud of how he looked and sculpted his body just the way he wanted.  Malik saw past the exterior and could see the shell of a man locked in a prison deep in Ashton’s mind.  Malik knew there was nothing he could without putting his job at risk, and Ashton wasn’t ready to hear it.

Malik focused on his job, making his training department the best in the chain.  He had built up his team, and each of them had built a steady client base.  Malik always kept an eye on Ashton. The young man's suffering always weighed on his heart.  Despite Ashton’s internal struggles, he always had a smile and word of support.  Ashton was the first to help a patron that had overloaded their bar, never judged anyone on their weight, and made friends throughout the club.

The day Ashton came to the gym to give Malik his letter of resignation was a surprise.  Malik wasn’t expecting Ashton to resign and for the first time, Ashton didn’t look so tortured.  Malik was able to make some changes and give Ashton a final week off with pay.  He knew he would get in trouble, but it was a small price to pay for Ashton.  Malik played ignorant about knowing the gym where Ashton would be working.  Malik was a semi-regular visitor to the bathhouse.

Malik was genuinely versatile, giving as much dick as he took.  He never liked rubbers and stopped using them some years ago.  He had tried PreP, and the medication didn’t sit well with him.  He decided to continue only raw fucking understanding the risks.  There was something about condoms that made fucking feel clinical. He liked to feel skin on skin.  Malik was at the bathhouse on one warm evening, his hole slick from a few loads he had taken in the darkroom.  There was a rumbling throughout the club about three muscle pigs having rough sex by the pool.  It was always better to stroke your cock to a live show rather than porn.  Malik made he way outside, what he saw stopped him in his tracks.

Ashton was between two guys being brutally fucked.  Malik was going to help Ashton, then realized the stud was in heaven.  Malik did remember Ashton having any piercings.  While this was a hot scene Malid couldn’t watch, he knew the broken Ashton, and if these men were taking advantage of that, he would not be able to hold himself back.  Remembering Ashton said he was working at the gym, Malik made a mental note to check on him.  A little time had passed since Malid saw Ashton getting railed at the bathhouse. He took an early lunch and went to The Gym to see how Ashton was doing.  When Malik got to the gym, he met by a wall of muscle named Chris.  Chris introduced himself as the manager and was interested to know why Malik seem so interested in Ashton.  Malik could instantly tell Chris had the same protective response he would if someone came asking Ashton's questions at his gym.

Malik leveled with Chris, careful not to talk out of line about Ashton but enough to explain why he was concerned.  Chris gave him a warm smile, and said he knew Ashton’s story and that Malik should be worried.  Chris gave Malik just enough information to put his mind at ease without talking out of line.

The conversation moved off Ashton, Chris gave Malik a tour of the gym.  The place wasn’t as big as the one he managed but was a lot better.  Chris told him they were looking for trainers and if he knew any.  Malik asked if the gym was connected to the bathhouse. Chris raised an eyebrow, answering that the same group owned it.  Chris asked if he had been to the bathhouse. Malik had nothing to hide and said he was semi-regular.  Chris asked if Malik wanted a more private tour, he gladly accepted the studs offer.  They found their way to the play space where one thing led to another, and Malik was balls deep in Chris.  Chris, in jest, asked Malik if he wanted a job. Chris assumed as a manager, Malik made good money.  Chris was wrong.  Malik responded, “what’s the offer?”  Chris explained he wasn’t looking for a manager, just good trainers, and gave Malik the numbers.  It was over double what he was getting as a manager and accepted immediately.  He said he would give two weeks' notice then start the following week.  The night after he fucked Chris Malik woke up in the middle of the night with a high fever.  Given the time of year and the amount of time at the bathhouse he had a feeling it might be the fuck flu.

Malik called work, telling the general manager he would be out for the next couple of weeks with the flu.  The GM used what Malik had done for Ashton as the reason he fired him.  Malik was too sick to care and had a new job lined up.  Malik passed out, his fever running hot.  Malik became conscious again and knew this flu wasn’t good.  He called 911, and an ambulance took him to the hospital.  They pumped Malik full of fluids and managed his fever.  The hospital was able to be aggressive in treatment; by Saturday night, the weekend before he started his new job, he was released from the hospital.  He had a “somber” talk with the doctor about him now be poz.  They offered him counseling services, he politely declined.  Malik had made peace that this might happen given his chosen way to fuck.  This poz conversion was more of a relief than a problem.  They gave him the number of a Dr. Nick that specialized in HIV and men’s health.

The minute Malik got home, he took a long hot shower.  While the hospital had given him sponge baths and regularly changed his bedding, he needed a hot shower to wash it all away.  He took Sunday to relax and get ready for Monday.  Chris told him the dress code was compression clothing and a jockstrap or commando.  Malik preferred commando; he did have a large collection of jocks.

Malik was getting out of his car, walking toward The Gym and realized he still had the hospital bracelet on his arm.  He had been wearing it for so long he forgot it was there.  He tried to pull it off. The plastic made it almost impossible; he finally got it off.  He was sure it would have a bruise on his wrist.  Malik entered the club. There was no one was there. Chris had left a note that he would be right back in a few minutes.  Malik could hear what sounded like Chris talking/barking at someone in the lockeroom.  Chris emerged, greeting Malik with a warm smile and a hug.  Chris told him where the trainer's lockers were and where he could find Ashton.  Malik put the bag full of compression clothing and jockstrap into his locker.  He had worn loose shorts and jock to drive over.  He had stripped down to his jock and went to find Ashton in the fuck space.

Malik saw Ashton, a writhing pile of hungry muscle begging to get fucked.  Malik didn’t know if he was begging because of the ball gag. However Aston’s face down and winking hole up said “fuck me.”  Malik did just that he fucked Ashton like he always wanted, and the stud could take everything Malik was giving.  Malik forgot he had just turned poz and was HVL when he dumped his load into Ashton’s needy hole.  Several hours later, when he remembered and started to panic, he overheard a conversation about Ashton being on PreP to his much relief.

It was a great place to work and fuck.  Malik told Chris he was poz, Chris said he was too, they fucked regularly.  Malik worked hard to earn his keep, it was an ideal place to work, and he planned to stay.  Malik quietly watch as the Ashton he first hired became the Ashton he saw get married to Dean.  Malik had made friends with everyone in the family.  Malik had been the center of some family gang bangs.

The first family orgy he attended, he didn’t know it was an orgy; he thought it was an invitation for dinner.  Once everyone had eaten, they offered to show him the pigpen.  Chris explained that since they were one family, they only needed one bedroom.  That night was the first time he watched two brothers and their dad get very personal with each other.  He would later learn this was a family trick, who didn’t get turned on seeing two brothers and their dad fuck.  While Malik watched the three, David walked up behind him and started taking Malik’s clothes off.  Malik’s jockstrap had a large stain of precum.  Jacob broke from his brother and father walking over to Malik, pulling him into a kiss while David buried his face in his furry hole.  Malik had a decent amount of body hair. He was proud of it.  He kept it maintained, but he never waxed or shaved.  He loved having a tongue in his mouth and one up his ass.  He felt each of his arms being raised, one by Chris the other by Eddy.  They dove into his furry pits.  There were more tongues on Malik than he had ever experienced before.  Malik was in heat. Jackson dropped down in front of Malik and deep throated his cock.

They all stopped at the same time, and Malik whimpered in protest.  The cool metal of a pierced cock was moving over his spit-slicked hole.  Jake was ready to sink his cock deep into Malik’s hungry furry hole.  Malik pushed himself back onto Jake’s raw hole.  They started fucking hard, and everyone watched as this new stud was taking everything Jake was handing out.  Chris whispered into Malik’s ear, “why don’t you tell Jake how much you want his toxic seed.  The family strain can re-poz you; beg him for it.”  Malik did just that.  Jacob was currently parked his husband David, hearing what Malik said put him into one of his fuck rages.  Ripping his cock from David’s hole, he moved quickly to Malik, pushing his brother out of the way.  Everyone knew better than to deny Jacob in this state.  Jacob started pounding away on Malik’s furry muscle ass.  Malik hadn’t been rough fucked in quite a while and loved it, begging for more from Jacob.

The scene finally ended when Jacob roared, “take the family sting!” and slammed hard several times into Malik’s battered hole.  Jacob came down from his fuck state and extracted his cock from Malik’s sloppy rough fucked hole.  Chris asked Malik if he was ok. Malik looked down “no,” he said quietly.  Chris was about to lay into Jacob when Malik continued, “I didn’t get enough. My hole is still hungry.”  Chris smiled, “you sick fuck.”  Malik responded, “give me the family strain so I can be a pervert like there rest of you.”

Eddy sat on a comically big dildo, creating a protrusion inside his tight abs.  Sitting there he used the chain to lower the winch from the celining.  The winch was holding the sling.  Once the sling was in-place, Chris picked Malik up and secured him into the sling.  David asked, “you like poppers?”  Malik responded, “I am a popper pig.”  David slipped a loaded popper mask over Malik’s face.  The world went into a blur. Each family member took their turn in the destruction of Malik’s hole.  David tried to take the popper mask off Malik, but he held it in place.  Malik was a drooling mess on poppers and being willingly gang fucked by a group of oversexed poz men.  Jacob sent a message to the club to send up some of the porn stars he heard were hanging around.  The group fucking Malik went from just the family to just over 30 poz men.  Malik’s hole was just a cum dripping meat between his muscle ass cheeks.  The slurping sounds made as Jacob cleaned out his hole sounded like something out of a slasher movie.

David finally got the popper mask off Malik, who took a deep inhale of fresh air before he passed out.  The guests having emptied their balls left, Chris put Malik to bed.

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Author's Note - CAUTION

The next section, does not contain sex, it does contain sexual assault.  This is NOT depicted as a fetish or anything that is acceptable.  Sexual assault of any type should be handled to the fullest extent of the law.  I did not go into any details of sexual actions or activities, this is not depicted nor meant to be taken as something to take lightly.  I write the events of my characters as I see their lives unfolding, sometimes that includes some brutal reality.  If you are uncomfortable please skip this chapter.

Moderators, I believe I have followed the guidelines of the administration when it comes to these kinds of acts.  Assault in the gay community is real.  I have never been a victim, I know that predators come in all shapes sizes and can be found in all places.  The purpose of this is both the story of Malik and family but also a warning, to always make decisions with a clear head, not impaired by substance or emotions.

Moderators, if you feel that in any way this is not appropriate, I ask that you take this down with my full understanding.

Part 3

Malik would enjoy regular play sessions with the family and cruising at the bathhouse when he wasn’t training.  Malik enjoyed watching Ashton accept who he was and letting people love him for who is.  It was a slower day at the gym. A few clients made last-minute cancellations.  Malik was able to re-arrange the rest of his schedule, and he could have a short day.  Malik lived almost a half-hour away without traffic; in traffic, it would be well over an hour.  Malik’s schedule had him coming and going from home before and after the worst traffic; leaving early meant he would get stuck in the middle of it.

Malik decided he would head over to the bathhouse and kill some time by drinking some cum.  Everyone in the family, including Derek and Ashton, loved having their holes seeded.  Malik loved to swallow cum, pushed from a hole or straight from a cock. There wasn’t anything better than feeling a load slide down his throat.  Malik would often bottom to get the top close, the whip around, and drink down the strangers cum.

Malik had noticed the sad man on several occasions while he was at the bathhouse.  He caught Malik’s attention because he was tall, easily over 6’ what he assumed to be a nice cock but never saw it, his hair was a deep red and green eyes.  Malik thought the sad man was a good-looking man, every time he saw him, the man was gone before he could make contact.

Today, after leaving the gym early, Malik was in one of the large video rooms, sucking a load out of a daddy with huge balls.  Malik saw the sad man look in and keep walking.  Malik stopped mid blowjob, apologized to the daddy, and hurried off to meet the sad man.  The sad man turned the corner. By the time Malik got there, the sad man was nowhere to be seen.  Malik assumed the sad man must have a room down this hallway. How could he lose a 6’ tall redhead?  Malik had enough of this cat and mouse game, even if he was the only one playing it.  Malik went to the front desk to find out what room his sad man had rented.

The twunk at the front counter had a crush on Malik.  He was happy for any excuse to see the trainer in a towel or less.  Malik described the sad man to the twunk.  The twunk said it was a busy night. He remembered checking the guy in, but not his name or his room.  There were six rooms in the corridor that Malik lost him in.  The twunk checked the people's names in those rooms, but none of them sounded like the sad man.  The twunk narrowed it down to two possibilities.  Malik went back to the corridor to stake out the rooms. He was determined to meet the sad man.  Malik rounded the corner to the hallway to wait for his sad man, and he didn’t have to wait long.

The man was leaving his room, fully dressed. It was obvious the sad man was leaving.  Malik walked up to the sad man and tried to flirt, the man looked clearly wanting Malik, but something changed his mind.  The sad man in a pleasant tone, “thanks for the offer, but I am heading out.  I have an early day tomorrow.”  Malik could tell when someone was lying, he was a personal trainer.  People lied to him all the time, be it trying to get in his pants or get out of an exercise they didn’t like.  Malik knew the “early day” was a lie.  Malik being 5’10” wasn’t short but felt that way next to this guy.  What he lacked in size, he more than made up for in strength.  Malik wasn’t going to let the sad man get off that easily.

Malik apologized for the bad pickup line.  He told the sad man he had seen him around the club numerous times. He had a trial training session with Malik.  The sad man knew who Malik was but had no idea why Malik worked so hard to get to know him.  The sad man assumed Malik was trying to bolster his training clientele.  There wasn’t anything wrong with that, and the sad man wasn’t insulted. He understood Malik needed to make a living.  Again, the sad man tried to dismiss Malik with a little more forceful, “I need to go.”  Malik didn’t want to irritate the sad man and risk him never coming back.

Malik moved out of the way, telling the sad man he could call him at the gym any time.  He watched the sad man walk out into the rain toward the parking lot.  Malik found a place to sit and try to figure out what he could do.  He went back to the twunk at the front desk, asked if he had seen anyone from the family around.  The twunk told him none of them were in the bathhouse, but The Tom was open, Jake would be there.  Malik knew that Chris was the one in the family that put broken people back together.  Jake was there when Ashton broke, and that turned out well.  Malik could go for a drink and some food.

Malik got dressed and headed out into the rain, to the short walk over to The Tom.  He saw his sad man turn the corner heading toward the freeway.  He noticed the guy drove a nice car, nothing over the top but not cheap either.  Malik got to The Tom, a little wet but none the worse for wear.  Malik had never been to The Tom, had heard a lot about the art deco marble lobby. Seeing it in person was another experience.  Jake cleared his throat to get Malik’s attention.  “Don’t stand there dripping water on the floor. Go in the back, put on some gear, and have a drink.  You look like a man that needs to talk, but we aren’t going to talk while you are dripping water on my floors.

Malik went back and found a leather outfit that fit him well.  It was nice to be dry, and the harness made his chest look huge.  He had a momentary thought, “maybe I should pierce my nipples.”  The Malik thought of the pain and dismissed the idea.  Malik walked out, and Jake gave an approving smile.  “You should come and spend time over here more often. What is it that’s on your mind?”  Jake asked.  Malik told him about the sad man, the time he had seen him at the bathhouse, and the one time at the gym.  He explained to Jake that he wanted to get to know him but the guy brushed him off.  “Maybe he simply isn’t interested. I don’t know why, my cock is hard looking at you.  Why are you so interested in this guy?”  Malik told the story of his childhood, living in a homophobic family, turning to food to hide his problems, and the jock that changed his life.  Jake listed enraptured by the bullshit Malik was spinning.  When Malik was done, Jake had a smirk, “That is a beautiful story, but I don’t buy it.  I think you just gave me the plot of a gay hallmark movie.”  That wasn’t the first reaction of disbelief he had with his story. Chris was just as skeptical.  Malik pulled out his phone and showing Jake his highschool and collage pictures.

Jake apologized for doubting Malik.  Jake now understood Malik’s interest in the sad man.  What Malik had left out was his attraction to the sad man.  Jake decided it was a good time to tell Malik the story of the family.  Jake specifically highlighted Chris and Eddy’s story.  Jake asked Malik if he had looked up the sad man’s name in the training database.  Since the sad man had come in for the evaluation, his information would be on the computer.

Malik could kick himself for not thinking to look in his client manager app.  He easily found the sad man’s name,  Shane.  Jake said, “watch this.”  He called Eddy, asked if Eddy could flag a name at the bathhouse.  Eddy set up the bathhouse system to flag people that were banned, expected, or reserved the VIP room.  Eddy flag the sad man’s name so Malik would get a text the next time he came in.  Jake smiled, “now I did for you. That tight furry ass is mine.”  “I thought you couldn’t leave the bar to greet people,” Malik said.  Jake smiled, “where did you think I was going to fuck you?”  Malik moved to the back of the bar and lifted one leg onto the bar, giving Jake easy access to his hole.  Jake started to pound away as Malik’s hole.  Malik enjoyed it, but his mind was on the sad man.  Jake dropped his load deep into Malik’s tight hole.  Malik took his leg off the bar, gave Jake a deep kiss, and moved back to the other side of the bar.  Jake pulled a medium-sized butt plug from behind the bar and offered it to Malik, “I don’t want you dripping cum on my carpets.”  Malik smile and easily slid the plug in, sealing his hole.

“Mind if I ask you a question?” Jake said.  Malik said, “sure.”  “I was thinking, the entire family has fucked you numerous times, but you never caught the family strain.  I didn’t think anyone could hold out against it.  I am not sure if you were poz when you started working here.  Saying it out loud, I am making a lot of assumptions about you.  I am sorry.”  Malik smiled, “when I applied for the job, I was neg. When I started the job two weeks later, I was poz.”  Jake processed that for a moment, trying to do the math.  Something still didn’t make sense. Almost all the guys that came in contact with the family strain were pozzed again, in a sense.  Jake said he still didn’t understand, based on his experience with the family strain.  Malik casually responded, “that’s what I have.”

Jake was stunned, “how do you know it’s the family strain?”  Malik responded, “I got the fuck flu after I fucked Chris.  I spent a little over a week in the hospital.  The doctor they referred me to said the strain and probably came from this area.  Based on everything I have heard and seen, I knew it was the family strain.”  Jake was shocked, why hadn’t Malik told anyone, why hadn’t anyone asked.  “Does Chris know,” said Jake.  “I don’t know; we never talked about it,” Malik responded.  “Didn’t he ask why you were in the hospital?”  “I never told him I was in the hospital.  The hospital discharged me on the Saturday before the Monday of my first day.”  Jake was stunned that direct family conversion happened, and they didn’t know.  Jake immediately started apologizing on behalf of the family and Chris.  Malik stopped him told him that he couldn’t take PreP.  He hated condoms and knew his risks.  Jake insisted that Malik tell Chris, Malik agreed.  It was getting late, and Malik did have clients in the early morning.  He went back to change into his clothes and run in the rain to his car.  The entire drive home, he thought about Shane, his sad man.

The next morning Malik was the first one at The Gym. He had the earliest client’s that day.  He opened up the gym, turned on any equipment, and did a quick sweep of the floor.  He finished with his client, and there wasn’t any cleaning that needed to be done.  He headed over to the coffee shop to get breakfast.  Jacob and David were sitting and talking, part of their morning routine.  David put his cell phone down as Malik approached the shop.  David smiled, “good morning, and Chris is looking for you.  He talked to Jake this morning.  Why didn’t you say something?” to Malik, it wasn’t a big deal.  Jacob spoke up, “talk to Chris about your sad man.  He is good at this kind of thing.”  Malik went and got food and coffee, sat at another table, and quietly ate his food.

Malik went back to the gym with enough time to brush his teeth. He didn’t want breakfast breath for his next client.  Walking back to the Gym Dean came out of the bathhouse asking if he could walk to the gym with him.  Dean said he heard about his sad man, he wanted to know if Malik would have dinner with him and Ashton tonight.  Malik agreed and continued to the gym.

Malik was good at what he did, the client’s like him, and he was always friendly and a sex pig.  He finished with his day.  Ashton came over, said the place was dress casual.  Dean and Malik were about the same size. He could wear something from Dean’s closet.  Malik followed Ashton to the suit to change clothes.  Walking through the bathhouse, he searched for his sad man.  He knew he wasn’t there because he hadn’t received a notification on his phone.  The three set off for dinner in Malik’s car. The family had sold Dean and Ashton’s.  They sat down, order drinks, and talked about the events of each of their day.  Malik participated in the conversation but was not apart of it.  That’s when Dean brought the evening to a halt.

Dean took Malik’s hand and looked Malik in the eyes, “where ever you are, be here with us.”  Malik looked at Dean. He had been part of the conversation he was there. What was Dean saying?  “Malik I know when Ashton’s mind runs off with him, it’s become a type of second sense.  With you, it’s different. You are not here.  You seem hollow.  You say and do everything right, including taking dick like a total pig, but you're not there.  You were in the hospital and didn’t call anyone, you know Ashton.  You could have called him.”  Malik replied, “it just wasn’t a big deal.”  Dean said, “that’s the problem, your not a big deal, at least not to you.  Jake said we should hear your story. He wasn’t going to tell it.  If you would tell us your story.”  Malik recited his story as he often had, eventually showing the pictures on his phone to dispel the disbelief.

Ashton spoke, “you don’t see it, you told us a tragic story of a boy abused, redeemed by a kind classmate, but you never allowed yourself to heal.  I am going to say something, and I hope you hear my heart.  You became the thing you hated most when you were fat.”  Ashton’s eyes narrow, he was present now, and he was angry.  Who the fuck was this little broken bird to lecture him about being like those terrible muscle queens that had tortured him.  Malik realized he was about to go over the table at Ashton. Instead, he excused himself to the restroom.  Malik didn’t go to the bathroom he went out the front door for some air.  All three of them came in his car, he wasn’t going to leave them stranded, but he needed a moment to cool down.  He saw a man light up a cigarette. He had quit smoking he got into fitness it was a bad habit he left in his fat days.  Right now, he needed something to calm his nerves from what that fuck head Ashton had said.

A guy walking out of the restaurant gave him a wolf whistle.  Mikel took a final drag of the cigarette before putting it out. He walked over to the guy.  Malik said, “your too drunk to drive home, how about I drive you home, and you can have my ass when we get to your place.  The stranger instantly agreed.  They went to the stranger’s SUV, Malik got behind the wheel and stripped off Dean’s clothes, leaving him in just a jockstrap.  He drove to the valet, gave him 200 dollars, told him which car to put the clothes in, and tell his friends the car was theirs for the night.  For 200 dollars, the valet had no problem fulfilling the request.  Dean pulled up the car’s navigation, found the address marked “home,” and he drove the guy home.  The entire way, the stranger was feeling up Malik, and Malik was feeling nothing but hate.  They drove into the hills to a large house that overlooked the city.  The stranger took Malik down to his sex dungeon.  Malik wasn’t into this type of sex but would go along with it, whatever got his holes stuffed.  The man pulled out a mask, Malik could tell it wasn’t poppers, and he was out cold.  Malik would come to his senses, now and again, only to have the mask put back on. He realized in the few minutes of clarity he was locked onto a fuck bench.  This was not what he signed up for, this had gone from rough sex to something far beyond.  Malik knew what he did was risky but not this risky.  The few moments of consciousness, he tried to figure a way out. He didn’t know how long he had been there.  Malik had been there for two days.  The man he drove home was a preditor, and this wasn’t some fetish fantasy.  Malik was locked in tight, his body on fire and his hole stretch wide.  He resigned himself to his fate and passed out again.

What Malik didn’t know, even though he had stormed off in an epic show that no one expected, the disappearing act was not going over well.  Ashton had a sense that something was wrong and asked Eddy to find Ashton.  Eaddy didn’t usually hack private phones, but this was an emergency.  Eddy used a back door he build into the clubs apps to find Eddy’s phone.  Jacob recognized the name and address. It was a guy they had thrown out of the club for being rough and trying to do things against others' will.  Malik had a moment of being an asshole, but he was family.  The entire family, including Dean and Ashton, piled into three cars and went racing to the address.  They got to the big house on the hill, David went to ring the doorbell, Chris put this foot through the doors.  Chris was not angry he was furious, no one hurts one of their group.  The man was in the kitchen, Ashton got to him before Chris.  Ashton had him by the neck, demanding to know where Malik was.  The stranger tried to lie. Ashton had a vice grip around his throat, slowly depriving him of air  Ashton asked one more time where Malik was, the man told him, Ashton released his grip.  The man fell to the floor, Chris loomed over him ensuring that he didn’t move.  Ashton wasn’t going to hurt the man permanently. The police needed someone to arrest.  They found Malik and released him from his bonds, and pulled the mask off his face.  Whatever was in the mask still had Malik out cold, but he was breathing, and his pulse was slow but steady.  Dr. Nick was waiting at the condo for Malik.  David had taken pictures of everything and sent them to a friend he had at the police station.  They took Malik to the condo where Dr. Nick did a thorough evaluation, and there wasn’t any permanent physical damage. His mind would be another matter entirely.  Ashton wasn’t going to leave Malik’s side till he was back on his feet; everything else would wait.  David said he would take Malik’s clients, and the two new trainers would be starting in the next couple of weeks.  This was what this family was, a safe haven, a place to accept, and a place to heal.  Ashton would spend the next month with Malik.  They moved Malik to the suite, going in through the back entrance, not having to go through the bathhouse.  There Malik and Ashton would be left alone, on Dean bringing food and water to get them through.  The room was soundproof. No one could hear the screams and cries of Malik.  Ashton never flinched and never wavered. Ashton was the grain of sand that held like a solid rock that would not let Malik get swept out to sea.

[Guest WelshBBCigarFuck]

@Navi38 I thought you told that chapter in such a way as to show the bond between the characters without dwelling on the abuse and assault, there was no dramatisation or eroticism of it, so hopefully the mods and rawtop will find it safe to leave up, since it does cement the relationship between Malik and the family.

[negchaserlooking]

Bloody hell, what a twist to this story. I certainly don't mind the way you have brought Malik's "abduction" into it, I think it serves as a warning that no matter how big and tough you think you are, you can still be potentially vulnerable to this sort of thing. And of course Malik's frame of mind just played into the hands of the predator.

[pozpopperpig]

Absolutely brilliant!  Love how you show the bonds of love and family, in the best and worst of times.

[Guest]

Part 4

After a little over a month, Malik was turning a corner. He was coming back to Ashton.  He was sleeping through the night and engaging rather than just being closed off.  Dean and the entire family rallied around him and did the most important thing, give him space.  Ashton stayed by his side the entire time.  Ashton knew things were better when he would wake up, and Malik would be in a deep, peaceful sleep.  This morning Ashton panicked. Malik wasn’t in bed when Ashton woke up.  Then he heard the shower running, and he let out a sigh of relief.  This was the first day Ashton did have to convince Malik to at least take a shower.

While Ashton was tending to Malik, Chris and Dean had become interested in the sad man.  They were sure he had nothing to do with what happened to Malik, but they needed to be sure.  Dean had temporarily moved into the condo giving Ashton and Malik space.  The first week it was relatively quiet in the condo, with no “extracurricular activities.”  After about a week, Eddy broke the tension when he was caught after dinner with a monster dildo stuffed in his hole.  He needed stress relief.  After that incident, the family resumed their usual evening sexual activities, confined to the condo and only with Dean and family members.

An evening about two and a half weeks after the ordeal, Chris went into the bedroom after dinner and put on his favorite jockstrap.  He walked out to the group assembled in the living room.  He got on all fours and said, “someone needs to fuck the cum out of me.  It has been over a week and my balls are aching.”  It was like throwing meat too hungry lions.  They all charged toward Chris, David getting there first.  This set of a chain reaction with a huge orgy, the sexual tension breaking the condo's general tension.  David was munching on Chris’s hole. There was nothing better than family poz ass to eat.  Jacob put his arm up for Eddy to ride while his brother Jake swallowed his cock.  Jackson had given Jake a good rimming and was now plowing his son.  Dean sat back, jacking his cock to the site of and smell of sex in the air.  Chris saw Dean alone, “fuck my face. I need every hole stuffed.”  This scene carried on with everyone taking turns on each other.  Every arm spent time in Eddy, and every cock dropped a load in Chris.  When the fuck fest came to a close, Eddy was sitting on the rim chair pushing out and sucking in his prolapse, Jacob was eating all the cum from Chris’s hole.  That’s when David slid his cock into his husband, and the orgy started all over again.

Every morning Dean would send a good morning text to his fiance.  Dean never spent time in the suit except to drop off food and water.  This morning Ashton called him in response to Dean’s text.  Ashton, in a whisper, said that Malik was in the shower and had gone there on his own.  Ashton loved Malik, but he needed to spend a few minutes outside the suite.  Malik found the suit to be a safe pocket from the world. Ashton was getting stir crazy.  Dean said he would hang out with Malik, giving Ashton a chance to get some fresh air.  Ashton said that would be great. They could swap places while Malik was in the shower.  Ashton could tell Malik was cleaning himself inside and out. Malik would be in there for a little while.  Dean quickly finished breakfast and headed to the bathhouse.  The minute he entered the club, his assistant manager was dealing with a broken pipe in one of the shower areas.  It was bad, water was coming in faster than it could drain.  Dean made sure the water wasn’t flowing into the rest of the club; Jackson was on his way.  This broken pipe delayed Dean a bit, and Ashton had left the suit, leaving Malik alone.

Malik came out of the shower, realizing he was alone. There was a bit of panic but also some relief.  He knew Ashton had put his life on hold to be there for him.  The event and their time together forged a bond that would last a lifetime.  While Dean was to be Ashton’s husband, Ashton and Malik had become family.  Malik put on a jockstrap and went out into the club, his mind still a little unsure of it’s footing, but his cock and hole had clear objectives.  Malik had lost 15lb of muscle. He was still an impressive sight.  He wouldn’t go into the darkroom that was more than he could handle. One of the staff passed him in the hallway and stopped to make sure he was ok.  Everyone knew what happened to Malik, Dean had further tightened the rules on bullying and derogatory actions at the club.  There was a zero-tolerance policy.  The new rules caused more men to come to the bathhouse. It was even more of a haven to play without worry.

The staff member asked Malik if he needed anything.  Malik asked if there was another sling not in the darkroom. The staff member said they were booked, except for the VIP room.  Malik smiled, and the staff member opened the VIP room and turned on the lights, enough so Malik could easily see anyone that came or went.  It didn’t take long for Malik to get noticed, and a group of horny tops began to form.  Malik smiled, looked at the group, “come get it, boys.”  A cock slid into Malik’s hole, one into his mouth, and a couple of guys had taken to his pits and nips.  Malik was in pig heaven. There was still part of him that was not comfortable with all the attention.  Someone gave him a hit of poppers, and he relaxed and enjoyed the attention; before long, guys were dropping loads into his starving hole.

Dean dealt with the flooding and headed to the suit to spend time with Malik.  Dean knocked on the door and announced himself as he entered.  He didn’t get a response. He assumed Malik was still in the shower.  When Dean realized Malik wasn’t in the suite, he panicked.  He called the front desk and asked if anyone had seen Malik. They told him he was in the VIP room.  Dean headed to the VIP room at a rapid pace.  He saw Malik in a sling, being used in every way possible.  His hole and drooled a puddle of cum beneath him.  He was concerned that Malik was self-destructive. The look on Malik’s face told him otherwise.  Dean smiled, his cock twitched.  He sent a text to Ashton to come to the VIP room.  He didn’t want to leave Malik alone, but he could have some fun with his fiance at the same time.  Ashton entered the room in just his jockstrap and lubed hole.

The three of them raw fucked just like they used to.  At that moment, Ashton and Dean knew that Malik’s still had a ways to go, but the road wouldn’t be quite so rocky.

Edited March 11, 2021 by drscorpio
Updated part number

[a6uldeve84u]

Just to let you know as a courtesy, you have two parts listed as number 3.

[Guest]

Part 5

Malik spent the morning play at the bathhouse, and he went over to the gym to see if he could help.  Everyone had been so kind and supportive, he knew he couldn’t let this event rule his life.  Halfway in his short walk to the gym, he met Chris, and he asked Malik if he wanted to get coffee.  It was a lovely day, and it was good to be outside; Malik quickly agreed.  Chris went in to get their drinks, and Malik enjoyed the sun, taking his shirt off.  Chris smiled when he saw the shirtless Malik, and noticed the jockstrap under the loose athletic shorts.  Since that night, Malik had not talked to Chris.  The only people around were Ahston and Dean. The rest of the family had given him space.  The moment Chris sat down, Malik immediately start to apologize and thank Chris at the same time.  Chris stopped him, “it’s not anything you or I wouldn’t do for any one of the others in the family or employed here.  We get each other through the good and the bad.  I wish he had gotten to you sooner.”  Malik was on the verge of tears but held it together.  Chris continued, “there are a couple of things I wanted to go over with you.  The first one, why didn’t you tell me you had just gotten out of the hospital on your first day.  Second, I had a conversation with your sad man.  The third, when do I get some Malik cock again.”  Malik almost choked on his coffee at the last one.

Malik gave Chris the same answer he gave Jake. It wasn’t that big a deal.  Chris replied, “I understand.”  Now was not the time to revisit the conversation with Dean and Aston that started this series of unfortunate events.  Malik was curious to know what the sad man had to say.  Chris explained that he saw the Malik saw and why he called him the sad man.  Chris said, “I think you need to spend some time working out your own head before you go looking into someone else's.”  Malik agreed that he would hold off on his quest to know the sad man until he returned to his usual self.  They walked back to the gym together; David almost tackled Malik when he walked in the door.  Chris put Malik through a light workout, enough to warm up the muscles and get the blood moving.

Ashton came around the corner, saw Malik, and gave him a bear hug.  Ashton said he had one more client he was done for the day.  He asked Malik if he felt like a late lunch or early dinner.  Malik had been off his diet, and the mention of food made his stomach growl.  Chris walked up behind Malik, putting his strong, reassuring hands on Malik’s shoulders.  Chris whispered, “Ashton will be busy for an hour. You want to spend some quality time with my hungry hole.”  Malik kissed Chris, and they headed off to the play space in the locker room.  Chris stopped by his locker and retried a tumbler glass.  Malik looked at the glass, “what’s that for?”  “When I get fucked my cock never stops drooling and letting out small amounts of cum before I finally shoot my wad.  I thought if fucked me on all fours, my cock could fill this cup.  You have been off your diet, and I thought you might like some protein.  I would hate to just cum on the floor.”  Chris knew Malik love to drink cum.  What Chris was able to hide were the two cum ice cubes melting in the glass.  He was sure with hot fluids from his body, and they would melt fast.  They didn’t need any money to care for Malik, and Eddy had the idea of doing a “cum drive.”  For the last couple of weeks, all the cum dropped by the family and friends was place in ice cube trays.  They had collected several hundred loads.  They also extended the cum drive to the club as well.

Malik was taking his time with Chris, starting with a deep rimming.  Chris was a serious power bottom. Malik loved seeing Chris push out his rosebud and giving it a good licking.  Chris stayed on all fours. The minute Malik's lips touched his hole, Chris’s cock started drooling all over the cum cubes in the glass.  Malik tongue fucked Chris’s hole till it was begging for cock.  In one motion, Malik easily slid into Chris’s easily stretched hole.  Malik fucked Chris in every possible way, from deep pounding to long strokes and everything in between.  The entire time Chris’s cock was drooling cum and precum into the glass.  The cum cubes were almost melted.  Malik was getting close; Chris moved forward, causing Maliks drooling cock to dislodge from the muscle hole.  Malik whimpered over the denial of his orgasm.  Chris picked up the cup and turned it over on his back.

Chris handed Malik the glass, “why don’t you have a drink before you breed me.”  Malik was shocked by the amount of cum in the glass.  Chris didn’t tell Malik about the cum cubes.  Malik did say that it was a little colder than he expected.  Ashton turned the corner to find Malik for lunch, just as Malik let the seed slide from his glass into his mouth.  Malik held the cum in his mouth, swishing it around, while he fucked his orgasm into Chris.  The moment Malik came into Chris, Malik swallowed the cum that filled his mouth.  Ashton was hard and stroking, watching this scene play out. He was about to nut.  Ashton rushed over to the two and grabbed Malik’s head just in time.  Ashton shot a powerful load down Malik’s throat.

The three took a moment to catch their breath.  Ashton was the first to speak, “Malik, don’t fill up on cum, and when we get to the restaurant, tell me you're not hungry.”  Everyone laughed and headed to the showers.  Ashton took Malik to a quaint little cafe a couple of miles from the club.  Ashton and Dean had been driving Malik’s car because the family sold their car, and they knew Malik wouldn’t mind.  Ashton asked Malik how he was doing. Malik was honest; he had moments, but they were getting few and far between.  Malik said he would go home the next day so Ashton and Dean could have their home back.  Malik didn’t say was he was terrified to go home alone. He had gotten used to having a person in bed or a bunch of people on the other side of the soundproof door.

Ashton saw the panic in Malik’s eyes even if he tried to hid it.  Ashton told Malik that he and Dean went to his apartment. They didn’t know if he had pets, picked up some clothes, and cleaned out his fridge (things were going bad).  Malik thanked him; Ashton replied, “You might want to hold onto that for a second.  Did I ever tell you the story of how I ended up living at the club with Dean?  The short version is the family had me evicted out of my apartment.”  You didn’t get evicted, but we did run into your landlord, he was concerned he hadn’t seen you, and we were two strangers coming out of your apartment.  He wanted me to offer if you wanted out of your lease early, he would be more than happy.  I assume you were in rent control is why he made such a kind offer.  You accepted.”  Malik was stunned, “so I didn’t get evicted I terminated my lease?”  “Yep,” Ashton replied.  “We saw how far away you lived, you are here all the time.  Jacob could easily find you a better place or less money closer to work.  Till you decide you will stay in the suit with me.  Malik smiled, “you need to spend the nights with your man; you have spent the past month with me, I want you and David to have your place back.  I can figure out something; as you said, Jacob would have no problem finding something.”  Ashton smiled, “I thought you should stay closer.  I was doing some reading. There was a study that proved a lot of bareback pig sex with the family is good for the soul, like chicken soup.”  They both giggled, Ashton said, “no, seriously, you are going to live with the family for a little while.  If you have a problem with it, take it up with cum cube Chris.  That man is persuasive or just a bossy bottom. It's all the same.  Oh, one last thing I wanted to ask, would you be the best man at my wedding?”  That’s when Malik cried happy tears.

[pozpopperpig]

Seems like the family we choose or fall into is much better than the family we are born into.

[Guest]

Part 6

Malik moved into the family condo, they gave him a warm and cummy welcome.  Malik slept soundly every night. The family had that effect on people.  Malik had gone back to work full time, fucking regularly, and Chris made sure there were always cum cubes in the fridge.  Life around the properties was getting back to its usual bareback poz pig sex ways.

Ashton and Dean left with Jacob to look at a wedding venue.  The rest of the family was off running errands.  Malik had the condo to himself.  It was one of the few times he had been alone.  There were staff and other people around the property but no one in the condo or the suit.  Malik decided a trip to the bathhouse for the sauna and jacuzzi was just what he needed.  Malik took some time to make sure he was clean inside and out, should the occasion arise.  Malik started with the jacuzzi, the pool time in the sauna, a shower then a nap.  That was his final plan for the day.

Malik was sitting in the jacuzzi when he felt the water rise slightly with another person's entry.  Malik had his eyes closed and music on in his earbuds; he didn’t bother to see who got in.  Malik felt the water move again, still deciding to ignore the commotion.  Malik yawned, opened his eyes, and saw the sad man going into the bathhouse.  Malik realized the sad man was the one that had gotten in and out of the jacuzzi.  Malik scrambled to get out of the spa and find his elusive friend.  In his haste, he dropped one of his earbuds into the bubbling water.  He could come back for it later, he ran naked and dripping just reaching his prize when the sad man entered a room and closed the door.  Malik realized he was naked, dripping water and breathing rapidly from his quick sprint.  He looked like a crazy person.

Malik went to take a shower making himself more presentable.  After he took a shower, he went back to the sad man’s room; he left the door open, indicating he wanted company.  Malik started toward the door, and another guy got there first.  The guy looked into the sad man’s room and left.  He wasn’t interested.  Malik didn’t or hear any verbal exchange, just the typical bathhouse “shopping.”

A day like so many others, the sad man came to the bathhouse for two reasons.  The first was to get out of his house for a while.  The second was the typical wanting to get laid, but the second never happened.  The sad man was taking care of an elderly aunt.  She had been the bedrock of his life.  His father had left when he was born, and his mother died of cancer when he was in high school.  The day his mother passed was the day his life stopped.  The woman he was caring for had long since gone; dementia and Alzheimers had taken her.  It didn’t matter that she didn’t recognize him.  He still got a smile from her every time he walked in the door.  His time at the bathhouse was his time to decompress. It was often the opposite.

Malik or anyone knew was the sad man had a quiet spot where he could park his car.  He would turn up the stereo in his car to ear-shattering levels and cry and scream all his pain and frustration out.  Pain forged unique bonds.  Where Malik had forged them with Ashton, the sad man’s shackles tied to impossible weights that he dragged along every day.

The man that looked into the sad man’s room wasn’t interested. The sad man often took it as a referendum on his value as a person.  He knew that was far from the truth, but it was what his mind and soul decided it was.  Every rejection was one more piece of him broken off.  The fact was, the sad man had built walls so tall, keeping him away from the world the only feeling he knew was his self-inflicted suffering.  Just as Malik got to the door, the sad man closed it.  He didn’t close it on Malik; he didn’t see him coming toward his room.  Like so many other nights.  The sad man sat in that small room, alone, rejected.  In the middle of his sadness, there was a soft knock at the door.  The sad man opened the door, and there was Malik.  This incredible specimen of a man was interested in him.  The only time guys like Malik were interested was because he had a big dick.  Lately, his cock had given into his sadness, and it never stayed hard long.  Malik could see a man that had walled himself off from the world, just as he had done.  Malik asked, “do you want some company.”  The typical bathhouse line for “you want to fuck.”  The sad man declined, saying he had just cum and his cock wouldn’t be ready for another round for a little while.  They both knew it was a lie.

Malik responded, “that’s ok.  How about we sit and talk?  You have a great cock, but that’s not why I wanted to talk to you.  My name is Malik.”  The sad man introduced himself as “Shane.”  Malik knew his name but didn’t want his sad man to think he was some stalker.  The sad man recognized Malik, then remember he was the trainer who did his free evaluation.  The two made small talk, the sad man guarded and Malik careful not to push too hard.  Malik was doing more than he knew, just sitting and talking to Shane.  Malik asked Shane if he wanted to get coffee or food, telling him the coffee and food at The Coffee Shop was his favorite for a light snake.  Shane said, “I was going to stay a while longer.  I know they don’t allow in and out.”  Malik replied, “I am a trainer for the group that owns the properties; it’s not a problem.  You said your cock needs time. Can we wait over coffee?”  The sad man was confused. He didn’t know if Malik was the nicest and hottest guy here or was determined to get some dick.  Shane agreed, figuring he had nothing to lose.

They got to The Coffee Shop and started to have an actual conversation.  Over coffee, Malik learned about Shanes aunt.  Malik gave his sincere condolences.  Shane said “thank you” but took them as empty words, which they weren’t.  They continued to talk, Shane starting to share a little about his life, carefully editing parts out.  Chris came walking up and hugged Malik and shook Shane’s hand.  Shane assumed it was Malik’s boyfriend and made his excuses to leave.  Shane said, “The caregiver will be leaving in an hour, and I need to head home.”  That wasn’t something Malik could argue.  The caregiver didn’t leave till his aunt was in bed, in about six hours.  The sad man left, got into his car, and drove in silence down the road.  The typical mantras of flagellation playing loudly in his mind the entire ride home.

Chris realized he might have scared Shane off.  Chris explained, he and Jacob had gently confronted Shane when Malik was abducted.  Chris apologized profusely to Malik for disrupting their conversation.  Malik and Chris enjoyed a couple of hours shirtless in the afternoon sun drinking ice tea.  Chris asked Malik, “you feel like going into the bathhouse and putting on a show?  I will give you a cum cube to suck on.”  Malik never said “no” to the offer of a cum cube.  Chris and Malik went into the bathhouse, stopping in the suit. Chris had hidden a few cum cubes in the back of the freezer.

Chris popped a cum cube into Malik’s mouth to suck on.  Chris went to one of the open video rooms with good lighting.  The two put on a loud fuck show.  Chris was telling Malik to put his muscled body to use, breed him deep.  The two attacked a sizeable crowd.  Once Malik unloaded into Chris’s hole.  They shared a cum kiss, moving the melted seed between their mouths.  Chris was careful to swallow, the cum was for Malik.

Shane got home, spending a few minutes with his aunt as the caregiver fed her lung.  Shane went to his room.  He turned on his computer and found the picture and description of Malik on The Gym website.  He knocked out a couple of loads fantasizing about Malik.  Shanes fantasies weren’t about fucking; they were much more PG.  Shane’s erotic fantasy was hoping for a relationship with a guy like Malik, but that was just a dream he knew, he would never happen.  The thought of “never happen” brought his fantasy crashing down and his boner with it.  Shane pulled himself together, went to the fridge, made himself a drink, and went into his home office.  There Shane buried himself in work.  Fantasies were nice, reality, was not.

[pozpopperpig]

For all the broken souls out here, thank you SIR.