Reaping the seeds Rowan sowed

[wtvrfzzz]

Even if it happened decades ago, I can still relive it like it was yesterday.

I am 17 and I am getting into the shower after soccer practice. The other boys had left except for Rowan. He was leaning by his locker with his back resting against the metal door, in his shorts and knee-length socks, glimmering in sweat. I was shirts, he was skins. The heat was close to unbearable. He had been eyeing me while I took off my clothes, tying a towel around my waist. He shot an inviting look at me which I didn't pay much attention to, a mistake I realized once I was done cleaning myself. He stood behind the shower curtain after I yanked it open. We were inches apart, equal in height. He had been honing his physique at the gym, making the most out of the final stages of puberty. A patchy stubble covered his chin with much less acne than I had. Unlike him, I was a late bloomer. His hair was brighter than mine with shades of his roots being blond, wavy and malleable to any current trend whereas I had dark black curls springing out of my head with no uniformity. Grooming wasn't my priority back then. Keeping my sexuality hidden was. 

We faced each other and with only a few seconds for me to fully register his presence, he tilted in for a kiss that I willingly responded. It felt strange, having my first kiss. Exciting too, but I wasn't ready. I had been ambushed. I pushed him away to leave the stall. I rushed to make my way back after realizing his pursuit. I hurriedly opened my locker to grab my things. In an instant, a loud bang came behind me. My head shoved into the hollow compartment of the upper locker with an echoing force. I pulled myself out to face Rowan again. He grabbed my shoulders in a grip before slamming me onto the wall of metal doors. Another echo. 

"Listen here fag, whatever you think happened, didn't happen. If I hear any shit from those other queers you hang with, you're done."

Not only do I remember the exact words he said, I remembered that conflicted look he had. A look mostly of lust with hints of rage rooted in denial. 

"You got that, fag?"

I was in a shock that made me speechless. I nodded with eyes closed. Up and down up and down. When I opened them, I found myself alone, trying to control myself from shaking any further. I was released, I told myself repeatedly. 

I never made eye contact with Rowan since then. 

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20 years have passed and I no longer recognize that lanky middle eastern boy hyperventilating in his towel. I embraced myself. I was proud of who I was. I know no shame. 

At 19, I started to take loads. Never once did I think of condoms. I was lucky to learn what it meant to be a cumdump at a young age. Sometimes while I was getting railed, I'd imagine it was Rowan. The moans from the strangers that bred me were loud, always filled with a certain kind of vigour. It reminded me of him when he called me a fag. From then on, I slowly got turned on from being humiliated. It was only the tip of the iceberg I refer to as my sexuality.

By 24, I graduated college. My whole undergrad was taken care of thanks to the relationship I had with my Master. I owe all my life's knowledge of kinks to him. I met Master Paul at the bathhouse when I first moved to the city. He knew I had experience, but nothing outside of being a cumdump. I was 20, he was 58. He was impressed at how well I bottomed but also noted the skills I lacked. He built his proposal carefully, making me read up on what it meant to be his servant. What BDSM was. He taught me everything. Even his friends contributed. They taught me how to work out, how to build strength. They'd fuck me while instructing me on what I needed to improve on.

"You're supposed to squat, not jump. Build the momentum.."

"This is how you arch without aching your arms. You got to know your center of gravity."

"Controlling your hole isn't a bout keeping it open or close, but more about holding the cock in a way that your nerves aren't tensed. Controlling it will determine whether you wanna keep a tight ass or be stretched out"

I saw my body changing, transformed similarly like Rowan's but better. My sex drive changed. I'd be turned on by different, newer things. I adapted to the kinks and fetish I originally averted. Master had always told me from the start that with time I will submit.

Submission wasn't difficult when there was T. 3 months into our relationship, he showed me how powerful crystal was. He taught me the way to consume it, how to build tolerance for it and most importantly, how to control myself from tweaking too hard. 

"If you're at a point where you're not sure if you're there anymore, then it's already too late. Game over. Destined to be a wasted tweaker forever."

The last person in my position had been chasing the dragon for too long that he had forgotten his role. Master kicked him out with no afterthought. Discipline was his number one rule. He never spoke of the previous houseboys he had. In a way, what we had was professional. I had no financial issues and I lived in a nice place. Initially, I was bound to only a cage but with time I was allowed to share the bed. I stopped crawling regularly in the house after a year. Our roles changed. Once I finished school, he still called me boy, but I was expected to call him Daddy.

"Now you're all big and handsome, it's not right to treat you like dirt anymore. You're family. Right, son?"

He told me this while he was 8 inches deep in me, twisting his thrusts to touch my prostate. I still remembered, nodding in an affirmative "yes, yes I'm your son."

"I'm so glad that you see yourself as part of the family too. The next time I breed you, you will officially be my son." 

His sweat dripped onto my face with some landing into my open mouth. I licked my lips to savour its salinity. The loud moan of relief was close. As expected, he held onto the sheets tightly, looked down into my eyes and screeched in ecstasy, filling me with his warm load. He stayed in me while I spooned into him, both of us moist as our bare body was in contact. We were both hairy, but I packed more. All around my body was a dark curly thick bush that never failed to catch anyone's attention, especially Master's friends. They envied him for having someone with a body like mine. The gym also helped to define the hair revealing itself from my cracks. I know when other guys glance at my pits or my happy trail. It took a long time to appreciate my semitic features. It was true, I was maturing.

That night, with his hard-on still in me, Master revealed that he had never been with anyone for 5 years. He told me how he wanted to give me a special gift for our 5th anniversary. How he would stop taking his meds soon and impregnate me. Never throughout our relationship did imagine this offer. 

"You'd like that? Be my son? Give me grandchildren?"

It sounded extremely enticing. I was about to take a new responsibility. I was already topping the twinks who'd always stare at me at the gym, but bottoming was always the norm. Things were changing. 

A few months later, on an unassuming Sunday morning, I woke up blindfolded and bound. It was our 5th anniversary. I was told that we were going to the bathhouse where we met but I I could tell that we were home. I was fed more T than I'd ever consumed. From the bootybump to the smoke, I'm only lucky to avoid a slam since Master detested needles. There were also poppers. The celebration took up the whole day. I'd almost forgotten that the goal was my conversion. Around 12 of Master's friends were there. After having my hole and nipples played with all kinds of toys and torture, the blindfold was taken off. I was still on the bed with my limbs tied to each post. My legs were then adjusted to be closer to my arms, lifting it high to expose my ass. I stayed in this position for the next few hours. With the T flowing endlessly, I easily surrendered myself to Master. I was proud of myself for not tweaking. It wasn't linear, but I remembered each of Master's friends who bred me without missing a single word they said.

"Look at you boy, you've grown up to be a fuckin fine specimen."

"It was always going to be like this you know, find a cute boy like you to train and discipline. Extra points to Paul for being more diverse this time."

"We all carry the same strain and we've never paused our meds. First time for everything right? Hopefully this strain's still as potent as it was in the 90s"

"What a pretty boy with a nice tight ass. I told you that it was worth it to work out. Look at these legs. Fuck. Just right for a good pozzing."

"I hope you enjoy these last few moments of being neg, there's no turning back from here on, boy."

"Son, we're so grateful to have you take our seed, truly. I know how you like it when we call you a fag. See, you never fail to give that look when I say it that way. After this, when you're officially my son, it's you who'll find other fags. Okay, son?"

I lost track of the times they came in me. It wasn't just one each. They took turns, switched their spots at times but never did the fucking come to a halt. A sharpie was used to tally the amount of loads on my asscheeks. 7 herringbones amounting to 35 when I saw my reflection from across the room. Master inserted a steel plug to contain it. I had fulfilled my purpose.

About a month later, I experienced a flu like no other. It lasted for a week. Master took care of me with a care that I'd never seen before. He had never been as gentle as he was. I truly believed in our connection. I'd never seen him so content when he cradled me. It dawned on both of us. I had converted. A part of him was in me now. I lay in my cold sweat with gratitude, looking up to Daddy who craned down to kiss me. 

Over the years I had established myself within the community Master introduced me to. When I turned 30, Master made the decision to release me. I didn't understand it at first, but it made sense when I looked back at the circumstances we met. He told me that he was going to go somewhere far, how he's passing the baton onto me. I was free to stop taking my meds.  He was going to sell the place. I was going to be on my own for the first time in 10 years. By then I had a strong relationship with his friends who I ultimately call family.

It wasn't hard to live up to Master's lifestyle. I had 2 slaves who listened and obeyed but they didn't live-in like I did. They'd show up my door in the morning and be on their way by sunset.  Sometimes when I wasn't in the mood, I'd call Vinny and Jonas to take my place. They were Master's first friends that I played with most when I was still unexperienced. Master had trusted them so it was only natural that I kept them close. The passage of time didn't just lead to Master's departure, but also most of the other members of his pack. Eventually, it was just the 3 of us who'd meet up regularly regardless if there would be any fucking or smoking. We had a bond that exceeded our lust. 

When work wasn't draining, I'd hit them up to hit up the bar and test our luck. Fortune favoured us given that we'd usually stand out. Anyone who saw us would take a double take. Here I was in my early 30s, built like a modern janissary whose distinctive features caught looks from every corner. Next was Vinny who share some of my features albeit more mediterranean. He possessed broad shoulders and thick thighs. At 50 he was the oldest and was also the shortest, though none of it made him any less desirable than the rest of us. We were equally capable of attracting anyone. Finally, Jonas. Jonas was the youngest before Master introduced me. Now at 44, he had a bronze complexion that enabled him to be the most tanned and towered us at 6'2. Lean and active in calisthenics, he had little body fat. He'd wear his clothes tight, right to the fit with pants hanging low to showcase his accentuated hips and v-lined abs. His long face always spotted a stubble. His facial features, ambiguous like the rest of us was due to his Brazilian background. It remained a mystery whether the size of his cock was also due to that. We stood out because we did not look like most of the patrons where we found ourselves in. We were fetishized to our advantage. 

We sat at our usual corner at the Eagle on a Friday night. Since it was pride week, a fundraising karaoke was being held. A bigger crowd meant we had a bigger net to fish with. The singing was tolerable since we were above, hearing more of the background music than the stage. After an intermission, the host brought up the next volunteer who sang Erasure's A Little Respect. It was the first time we heard actual singing. A wave of claps came from the crowd at its conclusion, followed by the host questioning him. 

Vinny gave my arm a nudge so I got up to the railing to scout and report. I didn't notice Jonas had been gone throughout the song. Chances are, he was getting blown somewhere. As I look down to the stage, I clenched my jaws when I saw the person standing next to the host, mic still in his hands. Motherfuckin Rowan Martin.

He no longer resembled the threatening teenager who I kissed for the first time. Physically he remained the same but his hair was longer, almost touching his shoulders. On his right eyebrow he spotted a studded piercing. He wore a tank top that showed a rainbow tattoo on his right shoulder. Vulnerability hit me for the first time in years after seeing him, as if we were in the locker room again. I disengaged from the crowd, coming back to my senses when Jonas appeared with his arms around me, gloating how he blew his load in some tourist. I told him who the singer was. 

"Homophobic teen angst aside, he's kinda cute."

He was, I'm not gonna lie. No longer was he as masculine as he thought he was. His posture remained stiff but his body language was more loose. He'd move his arms and hands when he spoke, bearing no resemblance to the star player accepting his award. Dare I say his pitch was higher too? Bottom, Jonas and I said out loud in unison. 

"A power bottom?"

Vinny's voice came behind us. He wondered why we were standing for so long. Jonas filled him in. He chuckled. 

"I think you should one-up him by singing Ironic. Don't you think?"

"It's like raaaiiiiin..." Jonas continued.

I tried to entertain them, but they could tell I was off. They stopped to embrace me, giving an assuring nod and a look which told me that whatever I plan to do, I have their full support. I excused myself to go down to approach Rowan. I wasn't going to let that vulnerability resurface again. I hear him talking of the fundraiser, how he didn't know what it was and he just wanted to sing & contribute to a cause. He pointed to the friends he was with, a group of 5 who dressed and looked exactly like him. It reminded me of the twinks I'd fuck in the darkroom, the kind who thinks that the world revolved around them. I zipped right to him with my drink before dropping it when he got off the stage.

Only when he looked up after I apologized did he realize who I was. It took him a while. A look of surprise that he tried to keep it cool. I acted like a stranger. After all, I was unrecognizable from my year book photos. 

"I just wanna say that that was amazing. Good song choice." 

"Thanks. You look really familiar. Have we met?"

"I don't think so. I'm not on the apps & I'm new here."

I carried the conversation with him the same way I did with any other men that would become my prey. I brought him up where I introduced Vinny and Jonas as my tour guides. They followed the ruse like clockwork. After a couple of rounds, Vinny took the lead.

"Apologies for being forward but what do you say we all go to my place to hang a bit more?"

Jonas and I agreed nonchalantly while Rowan took a pause before agreeing. All throughout the night he had been glancing at me, trying to analyze and confirm his suspicions. One thing for sure was that the drinks didn't help and I paid no attention to him, focused only on Vinny and Jonas. I responded to whatever he said without ever looking at him. I knew the consequences for not acknowledging him would be in my favour this time.

In the cab, Rowan and Jonas were getting tipsy, flirting with their heads close to another. In the passenger seat, I gave a wink to Jonas who started to make out. Vinny came from behind to ask what tonight's plans were. I pulled up my phone to type it out.

"A test. Nothing too drastic at first. A mild one that will gradually turn to a series of punishments which he'll willingly endure. An atonement he'll realize and submit to."

He pat my back and whispered that he'll text the guy to deliver the good stuff once we reached his place. Jonas' hands were now grappling underneath Rowan's clothes. A plan was now set in motion. 

[chainsmokerpig]

Oh hell yea

[dazzasboy]

I like where this is heading! Great writing thanks

[wtvrfzzz]

Vinny's place was a large loft that had been under rent control for ages. In the middle of the main room lay a sling surrounded by chaise sofas. We gathered on the sectionals right after we got the delivery. Pure unbroken rocks with minimal shards & dust. I took the liberty to prepare our special supper. 4 glasses of vodka topped with G. I added 3 times the amount in one. From the drawers, 2 bottles of poppers, a sachet of K and an oral syringe. I turned the oven on to concoct Rowan's dessert. He was tongue tied to Vinny now while slowly getting undressed by Jonas.

I returned to interrupt them with tonight's treats. The same metal tray we've used countless of times sparked Rowan's curiosity. None of us elaborated further on what they were. Vinny called it an illicit charcuterie board. Jonas withdrew some pipes and torch after we downed the drinks to start the night. Rowan, now topless, kept his gaze on me. In his drunken state, he had no qualms taking the smoke from Jonas when they made out again. Vinny and I went to the other side of the room to gather our tools. A few whips, ropes & toys for his first round. 

We came back to see Rowan getting eaten by Jonas, nude and submissible. Childs play, Vinny and I taught. He was hornier now, impatient to get off. It was still early and we knew how important it was to take our time. It was hard to see Rowan sit still. We all still had our clothes on but he was sweating the most. It gave me flashbacks. More clouds were blown and we started to watch some porn Vinny put up on the projector. Vinny always had something to say so the conversations never waned. Rowan tried to keep up with us but we could tell he was eyeing the sling.

"So Mark-Mason....you don't find Rowan here cute? Look at him, he wants a bit of you too"

Jonas almost slipped. Thankfully it flew over Rowan. 

"Nah, not really, not my type"

"What is your type?"

Rowan's eyes were glossy and dilated when he spoke up. He shot a different look at me now. 

"The submissive kind - the kind to hate themselves but can't deny that they're a hungry hole. A fag."

Vinny had his hand by Rowan's neck, questioning him if he was one.

"I don't know.. what do you think?"

"It's not what I think but how you see yourself. We're not going to coerce you to do anything you don't want to. You're free to explore with us.."

I agreed with Vinny and kept my gaze on Rowan more now. Jonas then told him that he has a couple of ideas while fondling him. Vinny revealed the gears and made Rowan wore a leather jock and harness. An excitement elicited from him when he saw his reflection. I passed the syringe to Jonas who easily led him to douche. When they returned to the room, Vinny and I had already cleared the furniture to make space for the sling. 

"How bout it? You've been looking at it for a while now.."

He said no more words. Only lust in his eyes as he approached it. Jonas carried him to mount himself in the straps. I brought the locks to secure his limbs tight. He gave in with no resistance. . We let him get comfortable in it while we hit another round of clouds. We also put a gas mask on him to connect a tube for the smoke. Jonas was the first to undress. He came up to the sling and I heard Rowan muffling bout his tattoos. Did he know what the biohazard on Jonas' navel meant?

Rowan was starting to spin now from how heavy he was breathing. It was futile for more smoke was being fed through the mask. Jonas took out 5 different sizes of dildos. 

"Let's do this slow and steady. It's your first time doing this no? Don't nod, we want you to say it"

"Yes, it's my f-f-first time.."

"And you're going to leave this place as a hole aren't you?"

"Yes..."

Jonas gave him a light slap to correct him. Everything that had transpired between them from the bar had dissipated. 

"Yes what?"

"Yes...Sir?"

"Good...and not just a hole but a fuh? A fuh what?"

"A fag"

"Good boy, good boy."

He screeched at the first 2 dildos entering him. By the 4th, his hole had started to loosen up. Vinny and I stood by both of his sides with Jonas right in front. I held his head and took the mask off to look at him once more. A look that verified everything.

"You're not wrong, Rowan. We have met. Remember me? The fag?"

Rowan started to struggle. He had no response. Jonas had to revert to how he was to calm Rowan down.

"Hey hey don't worry we're friends now aren't we..? We've been getting along so well..."

I chuckled and continued to hold his head.

"Yeah Rowan. What are old pals for? Don't think too much, you're in a safe space. I'll be back..."

Vinny too held his head to assure him that we meant no harm. 

"Just enjoy the moment. Mark doesn't have to be here. You're not his type. It can be just us two..."

"But..but I want him. I need him. Please."

Clearly, he was spinning. Just as expected.

"If you say so.."

The 3 of us exchanged the familiar unspoken look. It conveyed that the plan was going accordingly. Either way, I left momentarily to browse BBRT, hoping to find some last minute tops looking to drop their loads in the area.

 

 

 

[Petereater]

FUCK yeah!.. the more the merrier ☣️

[Sfmike64]

Nice, this faggot needs to get spun and gang banged……hope they slam him hard!

[CumWhore1983]

40 minutes ago, Sfmike64 said:

Nice, this faggot needs to get spun and gang banged……hope they slam him hard!

Sounds like something I’d love as a sub Fag too 😉

[tepegodf]

WOW!  A very hot story.  More please!

 

[ejaculaTe]

Having just stumbled upon this story, I join the crowd asking for the next insTallment.