Families start somewhere...

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37 minutes ago, cboycam said:

Navi, I do love these stories and hope that they go on for some time.

I think there are a lot of us that enjoy Navi’s stories. As they are all somewhat interlinked, perhaps if he does another spin-off he could add as a preamble an ordered list of them with links? I’m sure a few of us would probably enjoy reading them all in sequence.

[pozpopperpig]

So love it, never tire of this hot story.

[Morningglorie]

33 minutes ago, pozpopperpig said:

So love it, never tire of this hot story.

I agree!  I'm relatively 'new' here.... I am going to have to be more diligent.

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23 hours ago, Morningglorie said:

I agree!  I'm relatively 'new' here.... I am going to have to be more diligent.

All of my stories interconnect in the following order:

1.  A hard week. (The beginning of the family)

2. A Young Man

3. Malik and the Sad Man

4. I found Adam (adjunct side story.)

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32 minutes ago, Navi38 said:

All of my stories interconnect in the following order:

1.  A hard week. (The beginning of the family)

2. A Young Man

3. Malik and the Sad Man

4. I found Adam (adjunct side story.)

I thought there was more than that, I’ll have to do a search and start reading them again

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1 hour ago, WelshBBCigarFuck said:

I thought there was more than that, I’ll have to do a search and start reading them again

Nope that's all of them. My first story and this one are several hundred pages (that's what MS Word tells me).

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9 minutes ago, Navi38 said:

Nope that's all of them. My first story and this one are several hundred pages (that's what MS Word tells me).

Well that should keep me out of trouble for a while 😜

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Part 91

Part 91

Unknown:

I hated my boss, he was an arrogant womanizing, cruel man. The only thing he had going was a good body and a killer smile. I only stayed and put up with his abuse because the money was good, and I had an agenda. I had a plan for my life, one of them involved working for this garbage dump of a man.

Married with two kids didn’t stop him from being a constant sex addict. He would happily stick his cock in anything he deemed “up to his standards.” His narcissism knew no bounds. I lost track of how many times I would hear him fuck some girl in his office, only to finish call her a slut and order her to leave.

He had successfully fucked his way through the entire office, I was the last to be conquered. I knew he wouldn’t fire me till he had his way with me. The more I turned him down, the angrier and more frustrated he became. I was the prey he couldn’t catch. I had a fake boyfriend picture on my desk, each time my boss would hit on me I would affirm my commitment to my boyfriend. My boss loved to be a home wrecker. I made sure to push all the right buttons.

Men like my boss, needed to be taught a lesson. I would be the one to deliver it. I knew his wife went used a lot of concealer to hide the bruises he handed out so freely. I watched his kids recoil from the sound of his voice. I wanted them to be free and him to live in misery. This fucker was going to pay for evil malevolence.

Part 92

Eric:

Early afternoon the cars started the way up the mountain, you could feel the excitement in the air. The company had spent all yesterday preparing for today. They had lunch slow cooking in the pits, and a vast array of games and ATV rides. The kids of the town ranged from infants to ready for collage, and Mrs. Betty made sure they were all here. The entire town would be at the ranch today.

The commander and Mrs. Betty were emphatic that the family were attendees, this might be our land but this was their show. I was more than happy to stay out of the way.

Grant:

After the breakfast meeting I had concerns about how many projects compared to the number of tradesmen available. Jackson had several crews of men working full time on Mrs. Betty’s, expanding the Gym, the Bed and Breakfast, and expanding the pig pen. I was eager to the get the school opened, but we still had yet to break ground.

Jackson and I had a good relationship. I was hoping he would take my questions as an insult to him or his people.

I brought Jackson a beer and asked if we could talk. We found a quiet spot on the porch. “I see how hard you and your guys are working, it seems like the entire town is a construction site. I don’t know how you keep it all such well managed chaos.” Jackson chuckled, “raising two cock hound boys teaches you a lot. Oh, I am sorry I forgot about your.” I cut him off, “its fine, my cock pig was a handful too.” I could see the relief in Jackson’s face. “Jackson, I wanted to talk about the school. The project got a lot bigger over breakfast. I wanted to know if we will have it opened for the coming school year?” Jackson’s eyes went wide. I could tell he was thinking as he was talking, “if I pulled everyone off other projects, I am not sure we could make that deadline.” “Jackson, I would like to propose a solution. The school is a major undertaking. I know Jake has a lot of experience under your guiding hand and dripping cock. How would you feel if Jake and I took on the project, with your oversight? We will bring up a construction crew just for the school. I know a company that would do it for cost, and their work is almost as good as yours.”

I held my breath; I didn’t know if Jackson would take it as an insult or me trying to be helpful. There was a long pause while Jackson took a pull on is beer. “I am more than happy to take you up on the offer. I know how much money you have committed to that place and no dirt has moved. It was getting hard for me to look you in the eye. I trust you and my boy to make the best decisions.”

I sent an email to Shane and Grant asking them to send their designs to the attached e-mail. The two had already created some initial architectural and some design concepts based on the Getty Museum. That place sat on the side of a mountain; this school would essentially be doing the same.

It wasn’t fifteen minutes before Bobby found me. “I heard about your email. I was surprised to see the corporation you want to build the school. You really want them up here?” I replied, “I don’t want them up here, but my feelings of disdain are out weighed by giving these kids an education and a safe place to grow up. Besides, it the management that’s terrible. They men and women that do the work, those are good people.” Bobby finished his bottle of water, “it’s up to you, if you need any help let me know.”

Damien:

The family was careful to “sanitize” the property before any children were on the grounds. Doors were locked to rooms and my tent was put away. I was always surprised by the number of dildos, and plugs found across the property.

Jackob:

I was glad to be a participant, throwing family and children friendly parties was not something I had experience. David and I had talked about kids, but never followed through. The company was smart about how to use the property. The large spa was kept at a comfortable temperature, it was a place for toddlers to have supervised fun in the water. The pool was split into several sections, kids allowed in sections based on age and swimming capabilities. The watchful eyes of the company would make sure everyone was safe and had fun.

Watching the company that worked hard digging out a mountain by day, fuck like pigs at night, then turn into the biggest kids of the entire event. I knew several of them were planning on starting families once this tour was done.

Unknown:

I heard about the event at the town. I assumed most people would be at the party, it would be a good time for me to look around. Rather than taking main road into town, I came around the side of the mountain on my dirt bike. I had adjusted the exhaust to make it quieter. I didn’t want to attract any attention. What I didn’t know was the getting within a mile in any direction of the town brought significant attention.

Bobby:

My phone notified me that a perimeter monitor had been tripped. No one was in town to see one of the green boxes open and a dozen small drones lift into the air like a swarm of bees. They would find the offender, track their movements, and send back pictures.

Wes, and Andy had received the notification about our unwanted guest. Andy and his two men, Wes and I went to my office to see the images the drones would send back.

We watched as the man walked around taking pictures of the mountain excavation site, and the markings for the black site. It was a safe assumption he would take the time to look around town. The Ai managed drones, kept their distance, avoided trees, and started a high-resolution video feed. The unknown intruder had yet to take off their helmet. The moment the system had a clear face picture it would identify our visitor.

Wes, the commander and one of the specialists from the company would go and retrieve the man. He would be taken to the sheriff station with little fuss. The entire town was at the ranch, no one would notice.

Unknown:

I finished taking pictures of the mountain construction, next I headed into town. The things I heard about this place, there might be something interesting. I rode my bike down into the town, finding a secluded spot to hide park it. The place was like a ghost town, no people and only closed stores.

I was half-way through the town when I felt a sting in my neck. There was only a tiny patch of skin exposed between my helmet and leather cycling outfit. I assumed a bee was caught under my collar from y ride down the mountain. My thoughts turned to water, and the world started to fade away. I wasn’t stung by a bee.

I woke up in a cell, stripped naked. I was proud of my body but liked to show it off on my own terms. There was a bottle of water and two small white pills. A tall athletic man in a black suite came up to the bars on the cell. There is some Tylenol and water for the headache. The drug we used will be out of your system soon, but with a bitch of a headache. The man wasn’t wrong. My head pounded too hard for me to question if the white pills were anything but Tylenol.

Once I had downed the pills and the water, the man handed me another bottle of water. I will give you some time for that headache to clear before we start with questions. I asked the man in the black suit, “can I get some clothes.” The guy looked me up and down, “no, you look comfortable enough.” That’s when I realized I had a hard drooling cock.

I laid back down on the bed, still drowsy from tranquilizer. I woke up and seeing from a small window it was now dark outside. I saw a blanket folded neatly on the floor in front of the cell door. A trey of food rested on top of the folded blanket, keeping it off the cold floor. I picked up the trey, and placed the blanket at the end of the bed. The food was incredible, best traditional BBQ I had ever tasted. Another man came in, he was in military fatigues sporting a hefty bulge. I stood in front of my cell, I nodded at him while I continued my dinner. He said, “my partner and I are going to be on watch tonight. The others will be back tomorrow to find out what you were doing on the mountain.” I replied, “I was just taking some pictures, I didn’t do anything wrong. I am sure there is a fine or something I can pay.” The man looked at me. “You were taking pictures of military installations. That’s not something you pay a fine for. My recommendation is to be honest.” Then he addressed me by both my names, the one I had at birth and the one I had it legally changed too. That was a little unnerving. The man turned to leave, I asked, “can I get something to wear?” The man stopped and turned back facing into my cell. “Maybe, if you answer a question of mine.” I agreed to his terms.

“Good, I was hoping you would help me with a problem. My partner out there, she is a bit of a sex freak. She is constantly talking about her wet and needy pussy, how men never spend enough time eating her cunt. How much she loves when a guy tity fucks her. You think you can help her? I won’t tell anyone if you fuck her. I don’t want to hear about her pussy all night.” I thought for a second, my limp cock not giving any answers. “I am sorry I can’t help with her.” I replied to the man.

“Ok, what should I do with my other partner out there. He is constantly talking about his insatiable hole. He is constantly making a show of how much he can shove up his ass. The crazy fuck has a pound of chain in there now. He is plugged and walking around the station all night. He tried to seduce me once. The sick fuck pulled his pants down and pushed out a huge puddle of some clear slick lube. Must have been over two cups of the stuff sloshing around in him.” This story had my cock’s full attention. He noticed my reaction to his second question. The man continued, “I have another buddy, he had silicone put into his cock and balls, giving him a big fat dong. The guy has to wear two jock straps to hold it in. One with chain and lube in his hole and the other with oversized meat, what kind of circus freaks are they? You ever hear of anything like that?” I didn’t know what to say. The man looked at my cock, “you are creating a decent wet spot on your bed, you might want to let it drool on the floor. It’s not fun sleeping on a wet matress” The guy turned and left.

I woke up in the morning to find another tray of food waiting for me. Next to the tray was a jockstrap and thong. The food in this jail was better than most places I frequented at home. I was half-way done with my breakfast when a hulk of a man walked in front of my cell.

“Once you have finished breakfast, we will go into interrogation for coffee.” He let a long pause hang in the air, “Understand something, I am generally a nice guy, I prefer to be nice, you just need to be nice to me as well.” I wasn’t sure if he was talking about some type public fucking or a cryptic warning, either way my cock was drooling. I looked at the hulk, his body torturing the seams of his clothes. “Can I get some clothes before I have to leave the cell?” I asked in a soft tone. The guy smiled, “you can wear the jock or the thong, your choice. I would keep you naked but I don’t want your cock drooling all over the station.”

I chose the jock strap. I only wore jocks, loved having easy access to my hole. I finished eating and placed my tray on the bed. I stood and slipped on the jock. The large man came back. I turned around offering my arms behind my back for handcuffs. I heard the man chuckle, “I am not going to cuff you. Like I said, I will be nice if you are nice. I don’t suggest you test why I don’t need to put cuffs on you.” He opened the door, “go to the last door on the right.”

I went into the room, it was what you see in most crime movies a metal table and two chairs. I sat down, the cold metal of the chair caused me to let out a squeak.

The hulk sat down across the table from me. He set a folder on the table. “Tell me why changed your name? I would think being the son of our newly elected governor have some perks.” I was instantly angry, not because the man had asked the question about my name. I was mad because he associated me with my dad. I snapped back, “I don’t need to tell you. I did it legally, you can obviously read.” The hulk asked again in a calm voice, “I didn’t ask you how, I asked you why.” “He is only my dad because he shot his load into my mom, she divorced him before either of them knew about the pregnancy. The guy is garbage, and I want nothing to do with him.” I hoped that would satisfy the hulks curiosity. “Then why do you work for him?” I was dumb struck, hadn’t counted on them doing a detailed background check.

I didn’t answer the man. “That seems to be a hard question, let me ask you another. Why did you impersonate an officer?” He showed pictures of me in fatigues walking toward the mansion. I immediately disavowed knowing what he was talking about. He set down more pictures, “this isn’t you getting out of your car, changing clothes. The nipple piercings don’t lie. Before, you answer know one thing. I don’t consider lying to be very nice. I am sure you get away with a lot given your gym body, but do you know how to use it? Can you put all the strength into easily crushing of a man’s wrist, or the breaking of a leg? Let’s keep this conversation, nice.”

I knew trying to fight or talk my way out of this wasn’t going to work. “Fine, I will tell you why. I got the job working for my dad so I could teach him a lesson. The bastard is beating on his third wife and is a terror to two sweet kids. He needs to pay for what he has done and probably doing right now.” The man stuck his hand out, “my name is Bobby. I can get you some clothes, but I am enjoying the view.” I had hope, “does this mean I can go?” Bobby smiled, “not by a long shot, you took pictures and trespassed on a military black site. The life you had is now over.”

Bobby continued, “help me understand, you came to town, posed as an officer, got poz fucked, then what?” I looked down at the table. Bobby chuckled, “oh, you were going to stealth daddy. I didn’t know he bottoms.” I was stunned. Bobby continued, “yea I know about your dad’s sexual appetites and what he enjoys behind closed doors. He is garbage I can’t argue that point. I can however give you a choice. You can still have revenge on dear old dad, but you will live here on the mountain, up at the ranch. The second option, I load you into a hummer and you never see American soil again. I don’t mean to be so harsh but you made your bed.”

I looked up, “that doesn’t sound like much of a choice.” “It’s not but it’s the best I will do,” Bobby replied. “There any job openings?” I asked. Bobby looked through my file, “you must have lied on your resume to get your current job. I am surprised they didn’t catch it in the background check.” I smiled, “I know my dad, he will forgo a background check for the chance at a new piece of ass.”

“Ok, there is work here. I can offer you room and board, to be the porter at the ranch. That includes everything from minor painting, running errands and cleaning the lube from the pig pen. Things are too busy, and we need the help. You will be paid a fair wage and given room and board at the ranch. Your sexual exploits are your own, gifting is permitted, stealthing is not. If you haven’t had the fuck flu, we will stop by the doctor’s office and get you meds. You will still convert but won’t have the two-week fuck flu. I don’t know you; I am taking a risk. You are more than welcome to ask anyone at the ranch what happened to the last two combat trained personnel that upset me. Do you accept my offer?” I took another deep breath, “yes I do.” “Ok, from now on you will be Miles. I will create an entirely new person and erase your past. Let’s see how things go, maybe I can help with your daddy problem. There are clothes in your cell, get dressed and I will drive you to the ranch.”

I walked into my cell to see the man with the large bulge and all the questions from the night before. He was naked, face down and ass up. Another man was naked on the other bed with his hole in the air. A length of chain hanging from his twitching hole. I heard the cell door close behind me. Bobby looked at me, “these two had to stay here with you all night, I think you owe them something.”

I went to the stud with the fat sac, feeling the large soft sac moving in my hands. The weight and heft of his balls and his bloated head would fill my hole. The more I touched and fondled the large low hanging meat the more of a pre-cum puddle he made.

The other stud had moved into his back, his legs hooked around the back of his arms. He was pulling out lengths of chain only to drop it back into his hole. His exquisite hole control allowed him to hole a large gape, allowing the chain to easily fall back into his ass.

My stud with the bloated sac turned over, giving me a full view of his monster meat. I immediately start slobbering all over his fat dong. He worked his nipples hard, finally releasing his seed. I could use the protein. Once I had swallowed his torrent of cum I moved to the other stud.

The hunk of meat dropped the chain into his hole. He told me, “put your hand in, play inside my huge fuck cave and I can feed you another load. I pushed my hand into his hole, surprised at the amount of chain inside him. I moved my fist around to this studs extasy. He quickly unloaded into my mouth.

With the two studs satiated, they started dressing. The one handed me a pair of dark blue coveralls, “Bobby said this is the uniform for you new job. He wanted to me to ask you if you prefer jocks or thongs for underwear.” I told him jocks. Once I was dressed Bobby came back and took me up to the ranch.

I couldn’t believe the size of the place. The main house was massive, the temporary military barracks sprawling across the entire field. Hunky men in various forms of undress everywhere. Bobby parked the truck and he took me to a small cottage behind the main house. “We built this to be a detached guest house or a bdsm room for those that like to play rough. The place is double insulated, air conditioned and heated, a new mattress will be here tomorrow. The plumbing is new. As you can see it needs a good cleaning and couple of coats of paint. Your first job is to make yourself a home. Jackson the foreman of the family will be by shortly to get you what you need.”

The place wasn’t big, but better than my shit apartment. “What about my stuff and my job?” Bobby replied, “you suddenly quit your job and moved to another state to help with a family crisis. That’s the email your boss and landlord received. Did you have anything you cared about?” I had some nice clothes for work, but preferred coveralls and a jock strap. I had a decent computer. I replied, “just my computer.” “That is being sent to the ranch, once I secure it you will have it back. Remember, I told you I can be nice.” Bobby replied.

Bobby was about to leave when he turned and leaned against the doorway. He took a more authoritative tone, “remember, this is like a work release program. The gravity of what you did usually lands people in prisons that no one has heard of in places that few know exist. You have been nice, so I will be nice.” Bobby walked towards me, he handed me a smart watch. “You will wear this at all times, except at night to charge. When this watch is off your arm you are confined to this room. He told me to put the watch on. A light down one side of the door frame turned green. “That means you are free to leave this cottage. Now, take it off.” I took off the watch, the light turned red and an electronic lock sealed the door. “That watch comes off anywhere but, in this room, the town Ai will find you immediately. Then our relationship will no longer be nice. There are cleaning supplied in the kitchen and Jackson will be by with some painting supplies.” Bobby left the cottage.

There were worse directions my life could have gone. I took the time to inspect the cottage, everything was new just needed a good cleaning. The place had never had a resident or ever been used. The shower was large, including a hose for cleaning out. The air conditioner was keeping the place cool. I could make a home here. I found the cleaning supplies and started wiping down all the construction dust. I would have expected to find a few spiders even a dead mouse, there was only a thin layer of white dust. I realized it was dust from when they put up the drywall. This place must have great insulation.

I unzipped my coveralls, opening them to my waist. My cock was demanding attention, drooling a wet spot thought my jock and onto my coveralls. I didn’t want to make a bad first impressing, I could jerk off before bed. Cum was a good late-night snack, I didn’t what to expect for dinner.

I started with the bathroom and the kitchen. I wanted to take a shower, clean out and find something to park in my hole. Before long there was a knock at my door. A muscular stud looking to be in his early fifty’s. He introduced himself as Jackson. A guy came in with a temporary thin mattress for my bed. Jackson looked around the cottage, “I remember building this place. Its soundproof, and sealed. I didn’t want any woodland creatures making it a home.” That’s when I realized there weren’t any windows. There were fake windows, panels with lights behind to simulate the light outside.

The man that placed the mattress left and closed the door on his way out. Jackson sat on one of the chairs by a small table. “Sit down, I have some things for you.” He proceeded to empty his bag. Setting out paint samples, “this is all the extra pain I have at the ranch and enough of it for this cottage, you pick what you like. I also brough you lube, jlube power, mixing bottle, dildo, butt plug and a jack off sleave. I don’t know what your into, from the stain on your coveralls you need some release. Ahh, one last thing.” He produced a bottle of prescription medication. “These will prevent the fuck flu caused by the family bug breeding in your body. Take these as prescribed on the bottle.”

I adjusted my painfully hard cock. Jackson noticed my discomfort. “I don’t have much time, you are welcome to unload in my hole. I am already cum lubed.” Jackson could tell by the looked on my face I wanted to dump my wad. He stood up, dropped his pants. He exposed his large cock with a heavy piercing, covered in pre-cum. Jackson turned around and spread his legs. He turned, “I think this is what you need at the moment, be rough and quick.” He didn’t need to ask me twice. I fucked him hard, cum foam quickly coating my cock. I didn’t try to last, only focusing on giving my nuts their release. We both felt cock pumping a large load into Jackson. He reached back pulling my hips forward, burying my cock deeper in his hole. My rapidly deflating cock slid out of Jackson’s well cum slicked hole. He turned around to clean my cock. “I worked hard to get that cum, you don’t get to keep it.” Jackson said with a smile.

Jackson got dressed, “I will have someone bring you the paint. You can have a couple of days to get your place setup. Once you are done, I will give you a tour of the ranch and the town.” Jackson left. When he closed the door, I heard it lock and the strip down the side of the door frame turned red. I guess I wasn’t allowed to roam the property, and they hadn’t returned my phone. I had plenty to keep me busy and a plug to satisfy my hole.

Bobby:

The next morning, after I cleaned out and Eric loaded me with cum and a massive plug the two of us went down for breakfast. I would take a plate of food to our newest ranch resident. I am sure he understood that while he had lost his freedom things could be a lot worse.

I ate quickly and fixed a tray of food for Miles. Jackson asked if I could take a can of paint with me, he had marked it for the cottage. I arrived at the cottage and unlocked the door. Miles was on the floor doing pushups, his muscles easily lifting his body off the floor. He was wearing a jockstrap that framed his muscle ass. I cleared my throat, “I brought you breakfast and the paint you chose. A proper mattress will be here later today.” Miles stood up, a light coat of sweat over his body and his musk filled the compact space. He thanked me for the food, he commented on the locked door. “You don’t get free range till I am comfortable that you can be trusted. Looking at you, I am sure you are ready for ass kicking gym session. We have a large gym in town, we have a smaller weight room here at the ranch. You and I can go over after lunch. Till then, I will leave you to finish your space. One last thing, I turned on the TV service, however all this cottage gets is thirty channels of gay porn.”

Bobby left the room, the door locking behind him. I sat on the bed two emotions were running through my mind, angry that I was essentially a prisoner of the ranch. However, the thought of a simple life, honest work, easy access to a gym and a roof over my head. When I stopped to think, it wasn’t a bad deal. I started on the project of painting my new home.

The next morning a knock at the door, the red light turned green. I answered the door it was Jackson. “Thought I would see what you have done with the place.” He said as he wandered around. “You like to keep a tidy home, your painting skills are excellent. Let me take you on the tour of the ranch” I was happy to finally get outside.

[pozpopperpig]

What a great twist!

[negchaserlooking]

Holy fuck, I haven't read this story for the last week or so because I was too engrossed in all the lycra and flopping cocks of the Olympics LOl.  Well you have certainly added some brand new twists and turns, new characters and hot sex. Thanks @Navi38

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It’s an interesting twist and setup a new plot line for the story

[cboycam]

Navi, please do continue the story.