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Usual disclaimers, we’re all fictional and all over eighteen. In particular I did a Google search for Acme East Talent agency and they don’t appear to exist. If one does then I can assure you that the one featured in this story is, like all the characters, purely fictional and any resemblance is purely coincidental.

Secondly, this is a story about pony boys. Unless reading about pony boys rocks your boat then, well, you’re not going to find too much here for you. Hey, don’t let me stop you reading it, like Ben, you never know until you try, but you have been warned!

Enjoy.

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“You have got to be joking!” I said in amazement as Andy told me about Jason’s latest exploits.

“No, straight up. That’s what he said and, you know Jason,” Andy replied, “he’ll exaggerate for the sake of a good story but he never actually makes things up.”

I did indeed know Jason. He was the most flamboyant member of our little circle and, like the rest of us, in his second year at college. A drama student, he treated his life as one big drama and he felt sure that it was only a matter of time before he was ‘spotted’ and whisked away to a life of fame in the West End, of possibly Broadway. The rest of us were somewhat less convinced of his Thespian abilities but he was fun to have around and his skill as a mimic often had us in stitches.

Anyway, it appeared that Jason, in his eternal search for a way onto the stage, had applied to what he thought was a theatrical agency. However, when he had gone for an interview, it had turned out that what they were recruiting for was only theatrical in the very broadest sense of the term.

“So, let’s get this straight,” I said, seeking confirmation of what I had heard. “He goes to this place and it turns out it’s a front for pony boy racing? What the fuck is pony boy racing?”

“I’m just telling you what Jason told me. I gather they wanted him to dress up like a pony and then they enter into races.”

“And I assume we’re not talking pantomime horse, here,” I laughed.

“Well if we are then it’s an ‘X’ rated pantomime. Jason said that the ‘costume’ was little more than a few bits of leather strapping and absolutely nothing was left to the imagination.”

“Sounds a bit kinky to me,” I commented.

“Well, duh! Of course it’s kinky. That’s what it’s all about. It’s nothing more than a way to give dirty old men an excuse to watch young men parading around naked. Whatever floats your boat, I suppose. However, there must be plenty of people who are prepared to pay for it. Jason was saying that he was offered a ton for a night’s work.”

“A ton! A hundred quid! For one night! Mind you, you’d have to pay me a lot more than that before I’d parade around buck naked in front of a load of pervs.”

“Yeah, even Jason felt it wouldn’t exactly enhance his CV.”

And that, we thought, was the end of it. We had a good laugh and assured ourselves that we would never, ever, do anything like that, whatever the money.

Or so I thought.

You know the way it happens. It never rains but it pours. First it was the car which failed its MOT test. The garage said it needed a new exhaust and tyres before I could put it back on the road and the bill was horrendous. Then my laptop decided not to boot and needed its hard drive replacing. That didn’t come cheap either. And then, with my finances reeling, Andy came to me with this plan to go to the Far East for the summer vac. He’d found this fantastic deal which would save us a fortune but he needed a deposit of two hundred quid and he needed it pretty pronto. Two hundred or two million, it didn’t make any difference, I simply didn’t have it. On the other hand, the thought of missing out on all that fun was unbearable. Maybe if I lived on beans on toast and stayed away from the Union Bar I might be able to find the money and survive until the end of term. Living off beans on toast was just about manageable but my social life revolved around the bar and if I couldn’t afford the occasional pint…. No, it simply wasn’t an option.

I tried phoning my folks but the old man had made it clear that paying my tuition had already pushed him to the limit and there was no way he would cough up for something as frivolous as a holiday. There was the usual guff about learning the value of money and all the other things dads say but what there wasn’t was the cash. Was I really going to be the only one who couldn’t afford it?

But, that raised the question of exactly where I was going to find the money. All the suitable jobs in the local area were taken by other students in a similar position and I didn’t really have anything I could sell. And then I remembered my conversation with Andy and my own words came back to haunt me. I remembered the conviction with which I’d said ‘You’d have to pay me a lot more than that before I’d parade around buck naked in front of a load of pervs’. Well, that was then and this was now. Suddenly a hundred quid seemed a lot more enticing. I mean, I wasn’t going to rush into anything but it had to be mecidiyeköy escort worth checking out After all, a hundred quid is a hundred quid and, with two nights work, I could have my holiday.

The first difficulty was finding out the name and address of the agency but I had a good idea how I could do that. Jason was always fond of the sound of his own voice and it wouldn’t take much prompting to get him to retell the story about the time when he found himself applying to be a pony boy by mistake. That very night I made sure I bumped into him in the bar and, as ever, he was full of himself. I guided the conversation around to the agency.

“So, didn’t the fact that it was called ‘Pony Boys International’ give you a clue?” I joked.

“It wasn’t called anything like that, dummo,” Jason retorted. “How was I to know that Acme East Talent Agency was anything other than legit?”

And there I had it. Acme East Talent Agency. I stored it away in my memory and got on with the rest of the evening.

The very next day I was on the internet and it wasn’t hard to track them down. They didn’t have their own web page but they were listed in a directory which gave me an address and a phone number. I stared at the screen of my laptop. Suddenly this had all got very scary. Was I really going to do this? I took a moment to do some on line banking and the state of my accounts was all the persuasion I needed. After all, I was just enquiring, I wouldn’t actually do anything unless… unless… unless…. Well that depended on the outcome of my enquiries.

I rang the number and, after a couple of rings, the phone was answered.

“Acme East,” a female voice said curtly.

“Ah, good morning, my name is Ben. A friend told me that you might have work for… for… pony boys.” There, I’d said it.

“Did he, indeed.” The voice at the other end of the phone was full of suspicion. “Did he also tell you that we only deal with personal applications? Because if he didn’t he should have done. Office hours are ten ’til four, Monday to Friday.”

And with that the phone went dead. Evidently Acme East weren’t prepared to discuss things over the phone. I had two options: either I had to forget the whole thing or I was going to have to go down there in person. I nearly bottled it but, after another check on my dwindling bank balance, I ended up driving down to Acme East’s offices.

When I got there it turned out that Acme East was just one of many businesses run from a single office located above a bookies. As I climbed the stairs my heart was pounding and a whole bunch of butterflies were leaping around in my stomach. I knocked on the door and when I entered I found a young woman, presumably a secretary, sat behind a desk. She looked up and gave me a long slow look.

“Can I help you?” she asked after a while.

“Is this Acme East?”

She didn’t answer but continued to look me up and down with an amused half smile on her face. In terms of birthdays she probably wasn’t more than a couple of years older than me but in terms of street smarts she was in a different league. She didn’t say anything but I got the feeling she wasn’t over impressed.

However she didn’t send me away either and, after a moment or two, she picked up the phone and pressed a switch.

“Harold,” she said into the phone, “we’ve got a young lad asking about Acme East. Doesn’t look like old bill. Doesn’t smell like old bill either. Do you want to have a look?” There was a pause as she listened to Harold before she put down the receiver. “OK, you can go on through,” she said, pointing at a door behind her.

I went on through to the back office which was much larger and brighter. The room was dominated by a huge desk and, sat behind it, was Harold, a corpulent middle-aged man whose disastrous comb-over completely failed to conceal his receding hairline. I stood in front of the desk and he looked me up and down in much the same way that his secretary had done. By the look on his face he seemed to come to the same unflattering conclusions.

“So, you’re the young man asking about Acme East,” he said after a while.

“Yes… yes, sir,” I replied, fighting down my nerves.

“And do you know what sort of agency Acme East is?” he asked.

“Pony boys?” I said cautiously.

“And what would an innocent young thing like you know about pony boys?”

“That you pay one hundred pounds a night.” There, I’d said it.

Harold just laughed but he did seem to relax a bit.

“So, who are you? You’re not part of the usual crowd.” He asked.

“I’m just a student. Thing is, I need some cash and, well, I heard from a friend that you pay well and I wondered…”

“I’ll bet you wondered,” Harold cut across me. “And did your ‘friend’ tell you what you have to do to earn that hundred pounds?”

“I’m not sure but he did say something about races.”

“That’s part of it. They’re actually sulky races — a bit like a rickshaw. And did your friend say anything beşiktaş escort more?”

“No, but I’ve googled pony boy on the internet and I think I know what’s involved. The ‘pony boys’, they pull these sulkies, isn’t that it?”

“That’s the bunny. And that’s what you want to do, is it? You want to be a pony boy and compete in sulky races?”

“Well, it’s more that I need the money but yes, I guess so.”

“You guess so? Well you’d better be bloody well sure. Look, sonny,” Harold seemed almost angry, “I’m not mucking about here. This is serious business with serious money involved. If you want to be a pony boy then I might be able to use you but I’ve got no room for time wasters. Either you do or you don’t, no guessing. Now, I’ll ask you again, do you want to be a pony boy?”

“Yes, yes please,” I replied.

“OK, here’s the first test. If you’re so sure you want to be a pony boy then, before we go any further, I have to check over the goods.”

“Check over the goods?” I could feel myself starting to panic again.

“God save me from idiots! If I’m going to pay you for prancing around in the all together then I have to know what I’m going to get for my hard earned cash. What’s more, if you have problems stripping off in this office then you’re not going to be any use to me. What’s up? Don’t tell me you’re shy?”

I didn’t dare answer. All my confidence had drained away. The reality of what I had let myself in for was just beginning to hit me and the butterflies in my stomach had turned it up to eleven. On the other hand he had a point. I was applying for a job where I would parade around all but naked so it did seem a little strange to be pleading shyness in the relative privacy of his office. However, I found myself unable to move.

“I really haven’t got time to muck around,” Harold said firmly. “Kit off or get out, your choice.”

It was make your mind up time. I thought about the desperate state of my finances and the lure of Malaysian beaches and compared it to being Billy No Mates stuck behind in England for the summer. If I walked out now then there was no way I could raise the cash. I had no options so I gathered up all the resolve I could and, shaking like a leaf, I took off my jacket and put it over the back of one of the chairs that he, noticeably, hadn’t offered me. Harold gave me a look as if he had read every bit of my lack of resolve.

“Come on, son, all of it,” he said by way of encouragement.

My shirt followed my jacket and then my shoes, socks and, rather reluctantly, my jeans. I stood there in just my boxers and looked at him, pleading with my eyes. However he just stared back at me and shook his head gently. I knew what I had to do. I pushed my boxers to the floor and stepped out of them. When I straightened up I was as naked as the day I was born.

He motioned with his hand that I should turn around so I did so, pirouetting in front of him.

“OK, that’ll do,” he said at last as I came to a stop facing him. Now give me your hands. He took them, turning them back and forth so that he could look closely at my arms. “Actually, that will do very nicely. Even if you can’t run you’ll be a nice bit of eye candy. It will make a change to have pony that isn’t covered in prison tats and track lines. Now, we need to get a few details.”

“Can I get dressed now?” I asked, reaching for my clothes.

“Not so fast, sonny Jim, not so fast. We’re far from finished here. The first thing you need to get used to is standing around naked and the second thing is doing what you’re told. First off we need to get you measured. Now stand still with your legs apart and your hands behind your head.”

I had no fight left on me so, despite the rather demeaning pose, I did as I was told. He reached forward and pressed a button on his phone. Moment’s later the secretary arrived at the door carrying a notepad and a tape measure. Horrified I spun away from her and covered my prick with my hands.

“Oh, how precious! He’s embarassed in front of a lady!” the secretary exclaimed. “And he’s the one who wants to be a pony boy. Are you sure he knows what he’s letting himself in for?”

“He’s as innocent as they come but he’ll learn fast enough,” Harold replied before turning to me. “Now, get back in position. Tracy has to measure you for your harness and she can’t do that with you all scrunched up like that. First up, what’s your name?”

“Err… Ben,” I replied as I rather reluctantly put my hands back behind my head. Tracy gave me a smile as she put down her notepad and stretched out her tape measure

“I won’t ask Ben what. I don’t need to know. However, I will need a mobile number.”

I gave him my mobile number and Tracy wrote it down on the notepad. As Harold was interviewing me she was busy measuring my chest, my waist, my thighs, my everywhere. I tried to concentrate which was far from easy when a young and reasonably attractive woman is putting her tape measure around your upper thighs.

“I etiler escort won’t ask if you’ve done anything like this before?” Harold said. “We both know that that’s a ‘no’, isn’t it. Well, here’s how it works. We’ll contact you a few days before the races using the number I’ve got here. We then tell you where and when the pick up point is. Your job is to get there and don’t be late. We won’t wait for you so if you’re late you won’t get to race and you won’t get paid. We then take you to the wherever the race is being held where you’ll be put into harness and set up ready for the off. Make sure you wear a decent pair of trainers. No trainers, no racing and, more importantly to you, no cash. I’ll pay you eighty pounds just for turning up and twenty pounds for every race you compete in. It’s a knock-out competition so the faster you run the more races you win and the more you earn. If you go all the way to the final you get a fifty quid bonus. Gives you a bit more of an incentive.

“Because, trust me, it’s not just about you prancing around with your dick out. If you’ve not out there to win you’re no good to me. My customers want to see fast, competitive racing and any pony boy who doesn’t try doesn’t get paid. There’s quite a bit of betting on the racing and any suggestion that the races are in any way fixed does not go down well. I know you think I’m some kind of sleazeball but I provide my customers with what they want and I make more than enough from the betting to have any need for race fixing. And that goes for you as well. If someone comes suggesting that you throw a race then you come and tell me. Don’t be tempted, whatever the money. Some of my customers are very serious men who do not take kindly to being cheated. Do I make myself quite clear?”

“Yes, sir,” I replied.

“Don’t bother with the ‘Sir’, sonny, I’m Mr H, that what all the lads call me.”

“Yes, Si… Mr H.”

“And then there’s the other side of things.”

I could guess what was coming next but even so I was still a bit surprised when Mr H stood up and came round from behind his desk. Tracy had finished taking my measurements and she stood, leaning against the side of his desk, watching as he came up and stood behind me. I felt his hand grab my backside and Tracy smiled at my little squeak of surprise.

“My premium customers pay premium prices to get access to the centre enclosure where the ponies are rested between races. They expect, and pay for, the right to inspect the ponies closely so as to assess their form and capabilities. Some of them like to inspect the ponies very closely indeed, if you get my drift.” He reached round and I felt his hand grasp my prick. Oh my god! He’d got his hand on my prick! He’s… he’s wanking me off!All I could do was stand there, keeping my hands behind my head. My breathing was shallow and my heart was going nineteen to the dozen.

“Are you going to have any problems with this?” he asked as his fingers played with me.

“No, Mr H, not at all, Mr H,” I squeaked in reply. Of course I had millions of problems but I knew that ‘no’ was the only answer I could give. What’s more, to my horror, I could feel myself getting hard. I glanced up at Tracy and could see that she was more than amused with my discomfort. She glanced down at my ever growing erection and then looked me straight in the eye and gave me a wink.

“Well, you better get used to it because this is part of what they’re paying for and all ponies are expected to fully cooperate,” he continued. “You’re there to please the customers, that’s your sole purpose, never forget that. What’s more, customers like to tip and those ponies who please the most tend to get the more generous tips. I take twenty five percent of all tips, you keep the rest.

“That’s during the racing,” Mr H went on. “After the racing, some of my customers, if they find a pony who takes their fancy, like to make er… more private arrangements and you’ll be expected to cooperate there as well. Make the customers happy, that’s what your job is and the happier the customers is the happier everyone else is. Now, cards on the table, do you still want to be a pony boy?”

I stood there, stark naked, with Mr H still playing with my now rigid prick, and I thought over what he had said. The real nature of the job had just become clear.

“I’m not sure….” I started. In my mind I could see Malaysian beaches but, really, what they were asking….

“They’re not paying for shy virgins,” he warned me. “I provide a place where my customers can meet pony boys and where pony boys can meet people who like pony boys.” He let go of me, came round and stood next to where Tracy was leant against his desk. He looked at my prick which was now jutting out in front of me. “Actually, they might just pay for shy virgins, well this one, anyway. That might be your USP.”

“USP? I’m sorry, Mr H, I don’t know what you mean.”

“Unique selling point. Most of the little tarts I get are up for anything, well, anything as long as someone is paying enough. On the other hand, for some of the punters, that makes them a bit too easy, if you see what I mean. If you start winning a few races and you won’t put out it’s going to drive the punters crazy. They’ll end up tipping more and more as they try and get you to change your mind. This just might work out OK. Now, the interview is over so you’d best get you kit back on.”

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I have been a very lucky man: my parents could afford to send me through college and school-work came easy for me; fresh out of college I landed a prestigious and lucrative position in a major law office; when my father passed-away I inherited the family business; with little effort I built the business up to the point where a competitor bought me out and I made a huge profit; I took that money and made a killing on the stock market and was able to retire at the ripe old age of forty.

I’ve been lucky in love, too. For the longest time I concentrated on school and then work. I didn’t allow myself the luxury of personal relationships. I knew early on that I was gay, and would socialize at clubs, and inevitably go home at closing time with the prettiest boy in the club.

My mother recently passed-away (no, that was not lucky) and I moved into her house until I decided what I wanted to do with it. It was a small two-bedroom with a nice screened-in porch. I loved watching the world go by inside that porch.

One day I was sipping a glass of wine on the porch while watching a new boy move into the house next to me. The house was a four-plex, and he was renting the downstairs apartment immediately next to my house.

He was a young and pretty thing and I decided then and there that I would seduce him–just looking at him gave me an erection. I had turned fifty the day before and this boy would make a nice birthday present.

On the pretext of going to see the owners of the house, Floyd and Lavita, I casually introduced myself to the boy. We chatted and I invited him over for a beer when he was finished.

His eyes lit up at the mention of beer, I guessed he wasn’t old enough to legally drink. Floyd invited me inside when he opened his door.

“So what’s the new kid’s story?” I asked.

A wry smile came over Floyd’s face. “You never let the cute ones get by your radar, do you? You know,” he continued, “it took me three months to rent out that apartment—and now you want to take him from me?”

I laughed. “You rich old bastard, you don’t need the money…besides, you said yourself you think he’s cute.”

“He sure is a pretty boy, but I don’t think you can turn him like you did the last one,” he said.

Floyd was referring to Billy, a previous tenet of his who I seduced and is now my part-time boy-toy.

“Maybe I can’t, but what if I do turn him? Wouldn’t you like a piece of the action?” I asked.

A glazed look came over Floyd’s face. “Yeah…I really would like a crack at him…”

“I’ll give you the same deal we had the last time,” I told him.

Floyd smiled and shook his head, “Okay-okay…if you can get that boy to kneel between our legs it would be worth losing another tenet.”

Floyd made a copy of the boy’s apartment application and questionnaire and gave them to me.

“Happy hunting,” he said as I left.

“That’s half the fun,” I smiled.

I held the door open for the boy as he struggled with a large box.

“Looks like you’re building up a powerful thirst…” I said as I noticed the sheen of perspiration covering his exposed flesh. “I’ve got the coldest beer in town.”

He smiled. “That’ll be great, Mister Jones—I’m almost done—maybe I should take a shower before I come over?”

“No—don’t bother—a little sweat never hurt anyone.”

I went home, poured a glass of wine, filled an ice bucket with three bottles of beer and ice then sat on the porch reading the papers Floyd had given me.

‘John’ was from a large northern city and moved here to attend college. He went to school for only one semester then it appeared he took a job at a grocery store. He didn’t have any local references. On the application he listed his folks, a brother, a sister and four friends–all of them living a thousand miles away from here.

Oh my—the possibilities for this boy excited me. My cock became semi-erect in my shorts. I found myself hoping that I found ‘Johnny’ interesting enough to make him my live-in boy.

I studied him as he approached my house. I guessed him to be 5’7″, and 140 pounds; light brown hair and a slender frame. When we shook hands earlier, I noticed he was rather small-boned—my hand dwarfed his. He had delicate features.

He knocked on my screen door—the screen prevented anyone from seeing inside the porch.

“Come in,” I said.

I opened a beer for him and he sat in the chair across from the loveseat where I was sitting.

“So Johnny—do you prefer ‘John’ or ‘Johnny’?” I asked.

“Well, I guess I prefer ‘John’, ” he said.

“Would you mind if I called you ‘Johnny’?”

“Ah…well…no—I guess not.”

“What do you do? Do you work?…go to school?…or are you independently wealthy?”

He laughed—he had a beautiful smile and laugh.

“No, ah, I work at Pantry Pride—I stock the shelves.”

“Sounds like a good job.”

“Well…it doesn’t pay much…not like the grocery stores back home.”

“Where are you from?” I asked. He told me. “You were probably in a union up there—we’re a right-to-work state—if you don’t have a college bahçelievler escort degree I’m afraid you won’t find a good paying job here. Ever thought about going back to school?”

He shifted uneasily in his chair. “Well, actually…I moved here to go to school—I lasted one semester—then I had to find a job.”

“I don’t mean to be nosey, but what happened? Why did you quit school?”

He blushed. “Well…they kicked me out of the dormitory for drinking…I couldn’t afford a place of my own and my folks wouldn’t help me out—they said I needed to learn a lesson…I had to quit school when I got this job.”

He finished the beer quickly so I opened him another. Everyone has at least one major character flaw—something that grounds them in reality—something that stops them from being over-confident and cocky about life. His was obviously alcohol.

I found his honesty very refreshing. I liked him.

“Do you have any hobbies?” I asked him. “What do you like to do when you’re not working?”

“I’m always on the internet at home…I like to read a lot of different websites—usually political stuff.”

I mentioned websites I liked and he perked-up—we had similar interests and views. Midway through his second beer I noticed his eyes getting watery, and he was becoming excitable.

A cheap date, I mused.

He was relaxed and talking freely. We made each other laugh. He was a smart boy with an open personality but he definitely had a drinking problem. When he finished his third beer I asked him if he wanted another or maybe a glass of wine.

“Well…ah, actually I’ve never had wine….”

“There’s a first time for everything—would you like to try a glass?”

“Sure…why not?”

I had him follow me to the kitchen—he was a little unsteady on his feet. He made a joke about how clumsy he was. I poured him a glass of sauvignon blanc and refilled mine. We sat on the couch in the living room. I decided it was time to ask him about his sex life.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” I asked.

“Ah…no…not right now….”

“Have you ever had a girlfriend?”

“Well, yeah-sure…of course….”

He appeared to be uncomfortable with this conversation.

“Are you a virgin?”

His face flushed beet-red. “No-no-no—I’ve had sex.”

He took two large swallows of wine then continued.

“You know…I kinda have a hard time meeting girls…I don’t know what to say to them…I don’t know what they want.”

“Hmmm, who does? Maybe you’re gay,” I said, wanting to see his reaction.

“Oh no—no I’m not gay—I like girls.”

“Have you ever been naked with another boy—or a man?”

His face remained red. “God no, Mister Jones—I could never do that.”

It was time to change the subject. I asked him if he wanted to stay for dinner.

“I have a couple steaks and baked potatoes—are you interested?”

“Yeah, sure—I’m getting hungry.”

“Me, too,” I said. “C’mon, let’s go out back and fire-up the grill.”

When we went through the kitchen I refilled his glass.

It was during dinner when I told Johnny I was gay. He tried hard not to be shocked, but his demeanor changed immediately.

“I don’t have a problem with that,” he said. “I think whatever anyone does in private is their own business.”

I smiled at him, and said, “Well, of course I agree…as a matter-of-fact—I find you very attractive.”

He blushed again and I changed the subject.

While Johnny was clearing the table and loading the dish washer I called Billy and told him to come over in an hour.

I refilled our glasses and we sat on the porch again.

“Johnny, I won’t bite you if you sit next to me—it’s a better view from here.”

He reluctantly sat beside me on the loveseat.

“The grass is growing fast—seems like I just mowed it.”

“It is kinda long.”

“Hey,” I said, “want to earn forty bucks? I’ll pay you forty dollars to cut my grass—I’ve got a riding mower and it would only take about a half hour to do the whole yard.”

“That’s a lot of money for a half-hours-worth of work, Mister Jones” he answered.

“Johnny, I can afford it—I just don’t want to do it myself. Interested?”

“Yeah—sure.”

“How about tomorrow morning? When do you have to go back to work?”

“Not til three in the afternoon—yeah, I’ll cut it in the morning—thanks.”

We watched as Billy walked up to the door. He knocked twice then walked inside.

“Johnny—this is Billy.”

They shook hands then Billy leaned over in front of me and planted a long kiss on my lips. Johnny pretended not to look, but I saw him watching us out of the corner of his eye.

“I’ll be right back,” Billy said and disappeared into the house.

“C’mon—let’s go back inside,” I said to Johnny.

Not long after we settled on the couch Billy joined us in the living room. He was naked except for a brown leather jockstrap. He twirled around so we could see the thin strip of leather between his bottom-cheeks. Then he sat on my lap and I pulled arnavutköy escort him to me and we kissed again.

Johnny’s face was flushed, but he didn’t say a word. He watched us. Billy reached down and caressed the unmistakable bulge in my pants. Billy slowly worked my zipper down and reached inside my slacks and found my erection and stroked it. Johnny’s eyes were wide open. His breath caught in his throat.

Finally he said, “Ah, I, ah…I guess I better get going….”

“See you in the morning?” I called after him.

“Yeah-yeah—how’s eight-o’clock?” he asked.

“Fine—just fine,” I said and we watched him hurry out the door.

I gave Billy a kiss. “Good boy,” I said.

Johnny knocked on my door at eight-o’clock sharp the next morning. I answered the door wearing only boxer shorts. He was wearing blue-jeans and a tee shirt. I invited him inside. He tried hard not to look at my shorts.

“Johnny, you can’t work out doors in this heat like that—the humidity will kill you. Wait here.”

I retrieved Billy’s old gym shorts and gave them to Johnny. He protested.

“Johnny, trust me—you’ll ruin your clothes with all your sweat. Go in the bathroom and put these on.”

He slowly went to the bathroom and closed the door behind him. When he emerged wearing the shorts, he still had on his tee shirt.

“Johnny—take that off—you’ll stain it—you’re not accustomed to this kind of heat.”

He pulled it over his head and gave it to me.

“That’s better—c’mon—I’ll show you where everything is.”

When I walked behind him I had trouble controlling myself. He was one hot and sexy boy; covered only by the tiny gym shorts. My cock grew stiff in my boxers. I don’t think he noticed.

I showed him what needed to be done and left him alone.

When I knew he was finished I stood in the doorway to one of the bedrooms about thirty feet from the front door. I had Billy on his knees sucking my cock. To Johnny, it would appear we were trying to be discreet, but he would still be able to see us.

Johnny came inside without knocking. I was sure that coming in from the glaring sunlight Johnny wouldn’t be able to focus his eyes right away. He stood in the doorway of the porch and I watched his face tighten in disbelief as he saw us. I acted as though I didn’t see him.

He stood watching us as Billy sucked my cock and stroked my shaft. His other hand massaged my balls. Billy brought me to the verge of climax before Johnny came through the door. We tried to time it so Johnny would see me shoot my load into Billy’s mouth. Billy had assisted me in seducing other boys in the past.

It took longer than I’d planned, but much to my delight Johnny stood motionless watching us the whole time. Billy has a wonderful mouth so I closed my eyes—a smile on my lips. Suddenly I felt the familiar explosion in my balls.

“I’M-CUMMING-I’M-CUMMING-I’M-CUMMING….” I shouted as Billy swallowed my load.

Johnny didn’t leave until my deflated penis slipped from Billy’s cum-slicked lips.

I patted Billy on the head and said, “Good boy.”

I allowed a decent interval of time to elapse before I knocked on Johnny’s apartment door. It took a while for him to answer. When the door finally opened his breathing was irregular and he was slightly disheveled. I knew what he’d been doing and it secretly thrilled me.

“Johnny, you forgot to get your money,” I said as I handed him two twenty-dollar bills.

“Oh, ah…thank you, Mister Jones,” he mumbled.

When he reached for the money I took the opportunity to casually step around him and strolled a few feet into his living room. Having been in the apartment before, I knew the layout. His bedroom was through the open door on the right.

I smiled to myself when I saw the fresh stain on his bed sheet.

“Johnny, have you been masturbating?”

The look of horror in his eyes was priceless.

I continued, “Oh my God, did you see me and Billy in the foyer? I’m so-so sorry—I thought you were still working outside…”

“I, ah, no…I mean—ah….” he stammered, unable to complete a sentence.

I smiled and spoke calmly trying to reassure him everything was alright.

“We didn’t intend for you to see that, but you know, in our world that was just a simple act of one person giving pleasure to another—perfectly normal—I apologize if it upset you.”

He had regained his composure. “No, ah…that’s okay—I’m not a prude, or anything….”

I smiled and placed my hand on his shoulder. “Good—I really hope you and I can be friends—can we be friends?”

“Yeah, sure, of course, Mister Jones….” He relaxed and smiled.

Later in the day I went to the grocery store where Johnny worked and found him unloading boxes in the cereal aisle.

“A good, hard-working man, I see.”

His face flushed when he saw me but he was amiable and stopped to talk with me.

“Did you like the wine from last night?” I asked him. “Those were the last two bottles and if you liked it—I’ll buy some more.”

“Well, şirinevler escort yeah…I did like it.”

“If I get more, will you help me drink it?”

He smiled. “Oh yeah—I’ll always help out with that, Mister Jones.”

“Alright,” I said, “I’m going to buy a case of it and you can start helping me with it tonight after work, okay?”

“Oh…sure, okay…It won’t be too late? I won’t be home til midnight.”

“No-no that’s fine—I’ll take a nap so I can keep up with you.”

He laughed.

“Oh, Johnny, you may as well start wearing those shorts, okay? We’re getting into the hottest and stickiest time of year and you might as well be comfortable, okay?”

He paused for a second then said: “Oh, okay…I’ll change when I get home before I come over.”

“Good. See you tonight,” I said.

“Sure thing.”

When I got home I called Billy and told him what I wanted him to do.

Some of you may be wondering why Billy isn’t my live-in boy. Well, he’s a wonderful boy, and certainly knows how to sexually satisfy a man, but he’s too strong-willed and independent for my tastes. His heart really isn’t into his current lifestyle. If I hadn’t been blackmailing him, he would probably still be straight.

No, my dream is to own and possess a boy I love, and who loves me. I want a boy to be totally dependent on me for everything in his life. I want him to adore me—to worship me.

Johnny would be perfect for me. I was already developing a true affection for him. He is smart and pretty and fun to be with, and most importantly—my penis gets hard when he is close to me. It has been a long, long time since I felt this way with a boy.

It was midnight and I watched Johnny as he parked on the street and walked into the house next door. I was nervous—this was a crucial time in our relationship. Would he take my advice and change clothes and come over to my place, or would he decide this was too much for him—that he was crossing a boundary he was uncomfortable with?

My heart leapt with joy when I saw him walking towards my house. He was dressed in a tee shirt and the tiny gym shorts. I smiled as my penis stiffened.

“C’mon in,” I called out just before he knocked on the door.

The only light on the porch shone through the doorway leading to my living room. I doubt if he noticed I was wearing just my boxers.

I patted the seat next to me and said “Sit down” as I leaned over and pulled a chilled bottle of wine out of the ice bucket. I poured us both a full glass.

“How was work?” I asked him.

“Oh, the usual…pretty dull—doing the same thing over-and-over….”

“Yes, I’m afraid if you don’t go back to school that may be your future…you know, I might be able to help you out with school….”

“What do you mean?” he asked.

I could tell he was intrigued with my comment.

“All I’m saying is I might be able to help you with tuition—hey, aren’t you a little warm with that tee shirt on? Don’t be shy—I’m only wearing boxer shorts—I hope you don’t mind?”

“No, ah, that’s okay with me—it is still hot out here,” he said as he hesitantly removed his tee shirt.

He quickly drained his glass and as I was refilling it, I caught some movement from the street out of the corner of my eye. It must have been Billy.

“Why don’t we go inside,” I said then stood and walked into the house. He followed close behind me.

We discussed politics and sports. I enjoyed his knowledge of both topics, and especially his communication skills. He was an impressive teenager and my affection for him grew stronger.

I was pouring him his third glass of wine when I noticed he was staring at the magazine I’d strategically placed on the coffee table. It was titled “The Boys of Europe”.

“I have a weakness for the male body,” I laughed. “I hope you don’t mind.”

“No, ah…that’s okay,” he said.

I picked up the magazine and slowly began to thumb through it. I held it in front of us so he could get a clear view. Every page depicted young and good-looking boys in various sexual acts.

“I love looking at erect penises—don’t you? They are so erotic and beautiful—it makes me want to reach out and hold them—caress them,” I said.

Johnny didn’t say a word but he intently stared at every page. When we came to a photo that showed one boy standing with another boy on his knees sucking the boys penis I laid the magazine on the table and left it open to that page.

“Which boy would you rather be,” I said softly, “…the one standing, or the boy on his knees?”

I excused myself to go to the bathroom. I left Johnny on the couch staring at the photo.

When I was out of sight I peeked around the corner and watched Johnny’s reaction. His eyes never left the photo. I thought I noticed his breathing quicken. A film of sweat covered his face and chest. I was overjoyed.

I waited a few more seconds then sat beside him again.

“I should have taken a nap today—I’m tired—Johnny I hope you don’t mind but I better get some sleep.”

“I, ah—yeah, sure….” He mumbled like he was in a trance.

I picked up the magazine and gave it to him.

“Here—take this with you…”

“No-no, I don’t want—”

“Nonsense, ” I interrupted. “Just take it with you—end of discussion.”

I gave him his shirt. When we were standing on the porch I put my hands on his shoulders and massaged him.

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Lamont Breaux had expended years of study and much of his family’s money in search of the wild dream based on murky myth that either would start to pay out tonight or he’d be stuck with this white elephant of an old, moldering plantation house on the Mississippi that would be worth nothing to anyone. He had kept his research and reasons for buying Fontnet’s Retreat entirely to himself; if he’d revealed what he was doing to anyone, they would have branded him as completely crazy. But he had researched the two local myths well. Legend had it that the Fontnets had been fabulously wealthy, the richest planters in the south. But suddenly their money was all gone and legends arose that their wealth had all been converted to gold and was hidden somewhere here on the property.

Breaux only needed to look around what had once been the ballroom at Fontnet’s Retreat to see evidence that others beside him had pursued this legend. The interior of the house was a wreck, victim to more than a century of nocturnal treasure hunters. Holes in the walls, holes in the floor, even holes in the ceiling, marking where the furtive searches had been conducted in the dark of night. And the outbuildings and even the gardens and lawns themselves had been worked over in what Breaux assumed had been totally unsuccessful searches. He knew his research would have turned up some hint of the fabulous treasure having been found if it, in fact, had been.

The other legend revolved around the strange demise, one by one, of not only the Fontnet family, but of all of their servants and slaves as well—at least of all of those who stayed on the property. Those in the neighboring plantations came to blame a son-in-law of the family, Emile LaCour, for this strange wasting away of everyone around him by some unknown blood anemia disease. The malady seemed to have taken everyone in Emile’s household, including the wife who had married him in Paris and brought him home to the Mississippi. Despite the withering away around him Emile himself remained robust—and if the chronicles were to be believed—was the sexual scourge of the neighboring area as well. No one talked, much less wrote, of such things in the era in which he lived, but the hints were that Emile was so monstrously endowed and was of such perverted sexual proclivities that he had nearly killed every young man in the lower reaches of the Mississippi plain he had taken a fancy too in the attentions he had given them.

Not long after Emile was the last of the Fontnet family, the region rose against him, declaring him to be the son of Satan, the murderer of his own family and extended household, and the brutal debaucher of Louisiana’s most promising youths. Even the newspaper reports from the time recorded that the mobs descended on Fontnet’s Retreat and that a bloody battle, in which Emile had exhibited inhuman strength, had ensued. In the end, the great numbers of his attackers took their toll, and a half-dead Emile LaCour was entombed alive in the Fontnet family burial vault beyond the garden outside the ballroom’s French doors.

After his extensive research, Breaux had bought Fontnet’s Retreat on a wild hunch, and here he was, on the cusp of learning if his wild hunch was going to either make him a very, very rich man or hobble him with a very expensive failed throw of the dice. He should know either way very soon, he thought, as he drifted over to the French doors and gazed out at the flickering lights beyond the once magnificent, but now overgrown boxwood garden. He had selected two cihangir escort very comely, virile lads to test his theory out. Any time now he should know one way or the other.

* * *

“Well, surprise, surprise. This ain’t no hidden treasure, Philippe; this is just a moldy old skeleton. Just what ya’d expect to find in a stone tomb.”

“Treasure? Wadya mean, Jacques? I thought that Breaux fellow was expecting to find some jewelry on these old corpses in the old tomb that would add a bit of worth to the played-out farm he’d bought. I just thought he wanted to cut his losses as much as possible.”

“Ain’t you heard of the Fontnet legend, Philippe? That Breaux guy didn’t fool me a bit. He’s just lookin’ for that hidden treasure that’s said to be on this property somewhere and is usin’ us to look for it.”

“Fontnet?” said Philippe. “This ain’t no Fontnet. This says Emile LaCour chiseled in this stone here.”

“Yeah, well he’s the guy they blamed for killing off all the Fontnets. They say they buried him alive in here.” Jacques replied. “And look at that grimace on that ugly old mummified face there. Looks just like he was buried alive.”

“Yep, that’s one ugly puss,” Philippe agreed.

“Well, you go on up to the house and let that Breaux guy know we didn’t find anything but a dead guy in this stone coffin, while I’ll pull the lid back on, and then we can get our pay from Breaux and head on back to Biloxi. He’s sure yellowbacked to be payin’ someone else to rob this grave.”

Philippe took one of the flashlights and shuffled out of the tomb and headed up through the garden to the house. The hulky and hunky Jacques stretched his torso and biceps out, loosening his well-defined muscles to start pushing the stone lid back onto the upper half of the coffin.

But what was that he saw in the coffin? Something gleaming? Might there be something of worth inside there after all?

He leaned down toward the coffin and brought his flashlight around to inspect. But as he did so, a skeletal arm shot out of the coffin, and sharp fingernails at the end of bony fingers grabbed him by the throat and dug into his neck.

Jacques let out a loud scream that was quickly reduced to a gurgle as blood flowed freely from the multiple piercing wounds in his neck both down his throat and up through his sinuses, suffocating the handsome bodybuilder so fast he couldn’t bring his muscle power to bear in his defense. At the same time blood was gushing down into the coffin onto the corpse’s face. Another skeletal arm shot out of the coffin, slashing the young man’s shirt off his massive heaving chest and digging into a vein running down to and beyond his navel.

* * *

Philippe was in the middle of responding to Lamont Breaux’s suspicious question about what he and Jacques had found in the tomb they’d been directed to open and examine when both men’s attention was arrested by the cut-off blood-curdling scream they heard coming from across the garden.

Precious moments were wasted in Breaux’s difficulty in breaking down Philippe’s reluctance to return to the tomb. But Jacques was Philippe’s best friend and gym workout buddy; he couldn’t just leave him if he was in some kind of trouble. And at last Philippe left Breaux to fetch the rifle he said he had upstairs and preceded his employer back to the tomb to see what Jacques’s problem had been. All had been quiet for several minutes, so Philippe was speculating that Jacques had probably just bumped into something güngören escort and overreacted. He knew that Jacques wasn’t all that bright.

When Philippe finally dashed out of the French doors and headed across the garden, Breaux did go upstairs. But when he came back, he was carrying not a rifle, but a short silver lance. He sat down on a dusty and broken chair, with the lance across his lap. When he heard the second scream, he looked at his watch and then continued staring at it for a good twenty minutes before rising and cautiously exiting through the French doors, silver lance at the ready.

* * *

When Philippe reentered the tomb, at first he thought it was empty—that Jacques had left the stone vault. But then he saw what made his blood run cold. Objects—no, human appendages—were hanging over the edges of the tomb they had just opened. And the appendages weren’t the mummified remains of some old Creole. There were two arms hanging out near the head of the coffin and two legs out near the bottom. But they were white as marble, with rivulets of blood still streaming down from multiple slashings. Philippe forced himself to shuffle over to the coffin and look inside. A deep moan escaped his lips. It was Jacques. But not the robust Jacques Philippe had left here just a few moments ago; a withered and stark-white Jacques. A Jacques whose handsome and once-virile body had been slashed and pierced, although there were just a few traces of blood to witness to the ravishment of his buddy’s body.

Philippe let out a scream and turned to run out of the vault. But that’s when he realized he was no longer alone in the tomb. Standing between him and the door now was a man. Not just a man—a magnificently built man appearing to be in his thirties. He was dark of complexion, with fine, strong facile features, and had a body-builder’s physique, which, incongruously, was naked. In fact, he had exactly the same body build that Philippe’s friend Jacques had had with Philippe last saw him alive. But, whereas Jacques had been a smooth-skinned blond, this new visitor to the tomb had dark hair—and not just hair on his head, but he had a pattern of curly dark hair on his arms and legs and on his chest, trailing down his cut torso and into his pubes. And there, between his legs, was the most gigantic cock and heavy balls that Philippe had ever seen on a human. They rivaled what he’d seen on the stallion on his father’s farm. The man’s cock must have been well over a foot long.

Philippe stood, mesmerized, at this apparition, his attention focused on that huge cock. And before he could snap out of his surprise and awe, the dark visitor had pounced on him and was tearing away his clothing with sharp nails extending from long, slender fingers, and his teeth had gone to and sunk in the carotid artery in Philippe’s neck.

* * *

When Lamont Breaux cautiously slid through the entrance of the vault, the silver lance poised in front of him, he saw what he had more than half-way expected to see.

The lid to Emile LaCour’s stone coffin had been rolled back in place, and the finely muscled body of Philippe was laid on his back on top of the stone. The young man was pale and naked. His arms were dangling over the edge of the lid on each side, and his legs were spread wide and his ankles were being held in the grip of the magnificent creature whose monster cock was stroking inside Philippe’s ass hard. Trickles of blood were dribbling from a variety of piercings and slashings bağcılar escort on Phillippe’s body, and the attacking stranger was dipping down to tongue the wounds here and there to capture all of the blood.

Breaux watched in fascination as nearly a foot and a half of cock pulled out of the young man’s overstretched asshole and then thrust back in, only to be withdrawn again and thrust back in. This part of the legend was true then, Breaux contemplated. Emile LaCour had been fully capable of fucking young men to death. For surely this was the legendary Emile LaCour, brought back to life, rejuvenated by the blood and vitality of winsome youths. Just as Breaux had calculated.

Philippe was lying docilely on the hard stone, far beyond putting up any sort of a struggle. His head was lolled to where he was facing Breaux. There was a little smile on his face, as if he was enjoying this ultimate fuck, but Breaux could see that the light in his eyes was dimming, that the time of the full transference of his life forces to the reborn LaCour was near at hand. LaCour’s head came down to Philippe’s chest, and his teeth dug into the aureole surrounding one of the young man’s nipples. Philippe gave a weak lurch at the bite and sucking here, and his eyes briefly flashed and then started to dim again.

LaCour rose up off the young man and pulled his cock all the way out to where Breaux could see the huge mushroom head on the tool and then, pushing the young man’s legs out wide and throwing his head back and giving a scream of triumph that echoed around the stone chamber, LaCour thrust his cock in to the hilt, and Breaux could almost hear the whoosh of the fountaining of centuries-held semen inside the center of the young man. A flow of cum gushed out of Philippe’s ass around the root of LaCour’s embedded cock, and the light went out of the young man’s eyes and all of the tension went out of his limbs.

With a slurping sound, LaCour pulled his cock out of the dead youths’ ass and turned in a pouncing stance toward Breaux. Breaux, trying to remain calm in what he had long assumed would be the most dangerous moment of the unfolding of his plans, positioned the silver lance in front of him, prepared to take the weight of any sudden attack, and fought to summon up a steady voice.

“Welcome, Emile LaCour. You are free because I have freed you. You have fed sufficiently now because I have provided you these fine young bodies to rejuvenate yours. You have been away from the world for more than a hundred years. I wish to be your friend and business partner, and you need me.”

LaCour snorted and visibly relaxed, contemplating what Breaux had said, turning it over in his intelligent, but long unchallenged brain. His intelligence won.

“There is much you need to learn before you can walk the world again and hunt on your own,” Breaux now said in a soothing voice. “I wish to be your support and guide. I only ask that you share the wealth of the Fontnets that I know you have hidden away. There is much more than enough gold there, I’m sure, for the both of us. Here, cover yourself with this cloak and come up to the house now with me and let us begin.”

Breaux knew then that he had won. Emile LaCour was relaxed. He was flexing his muscles, fully appreciating his return to the land of the living. He gave Breaux a big, blissful smile, and Breaux relaxed the stance of the silver lance—but only symbolically—as the newly strong arms of LaCour pushed the lid of his erstwhile coffin open again long enough for him to dump the spent body of Philippe in on top of that of Jacques. And then he rolled the lid back closed, he accepted and wrapped the proffered black cloak around his newly virile body, and the two new partners, still wary of each other, moved up to the plantation house to begin their new life together.

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Thursday Afternoon

“A walkabout is a life-altering experience,” Ezekiel said.

He stood at the head of the parlor, addressing the men. They were all tired and sunburnt, but otherwise no worse for wear.

Jacob and Alex sat on opposite sides of the room, both listening intently.

“It forces a man to look death in the face, to reach deep down within himself to discover whether or not he has what it takes. The fact that each of you is standing in front of me today proves that you’re serious about your recovery. A weak man could not have survived the night the way that you gentleman did. And for that, I commend you.”

Jacob nodded along, but inside he could feel a pit in his stomach. An hour ago he would have felt nothing but guilt for defeating the entire purpose of the assignment by actively betraying it in the tent that night with Alex.

Now, however, he felt nothing but rage at Ezekiel. He forced himself to stay expressionless.

“No man is an island. We can’t walk this path alone, and Jesus doesn’t ask us to. We’re not meant to eschew our bonds with other men, of course not! But the friendships, the real bond that you have with another man, that’s not about sex. It’s about brotherhood.”

Jacob looked around at the rest of the men as Ezekiel prosthelytized to them. They were all nodding along, eating up everything Ezekiel was saying without a shred of doubt.

It killed Jacob to think that he had been just like them. He didn’t know how Alex had managed to keep his true feelings hidden for so many days. Jacob didn’t know how he would last another five minutes.

“You are now bonded to your fellow brother for the rest of your life. When you feel the urge to engage in sin, remember your brother. Lean on him, reach out to him, take his hand and let him pull you up out of temptation and into the light.”

At those words, Jacob couldn’t help but steal a glance over at Alex. Alex was smiling neutrally, listening as though he didn’t have a care in the world. He looked so cute in his little clear glasses, scratching his black mustache as it tickled his nose.

Jacob still had no idea where they stood. He had barely had time to tell Alex what he’d seen before they were called into the parlor for their morning activity. They’d agreed to find a time to talk later, but not to say anything in the meantime.

The waiting was absolute torture for Jacob. He was pissed at Ezekiel, that was for sure. But he wasn’t ready to deal with the feelings that had been unleashed by his night in the tent. Ezekiel’s lies didn’t take away the part of Jacob that couldn’t reconcile his faith and his homosexuality. He wasn’t sure that anything could.

The rest of the afternoon was like a haze. Jacob barely paid any attention at all as Ezekiel led them through a retelling of Jack and the Beanstalk, focusing on the coming-of-age tale of man’s virility and the female desire to stifle it.

He ate his lunch alone, unable to bear talking to Chris or Wesley now that he knew they were both privy to this deception. He wished he could talk to Alex out in the open, but he knew they had to be smart.

Finally during a free period after lunch, he and Alex snuck away to their room. They sat and talked on Alex’s bed as Jacob brought them both hot chocolate from the kitchen.

“My editor says I need more than just Brad,” Alex said as Jacob handed him the hot cocoa. “He says I need something on Ezekiel as well. We need to cut the head off the snake.”

“Well, Ezekiel’s just as bad,” Jacob said, sipping his drink. “I can vouch for that after what I saw this morning.”

Alex shook his head. “It’s not enough. We need proof, like video evidence of the two of them fucking. I’ve got Brad and Chris, but I need something with Ezekiel.”

“I’m sure they’ll fuck again. We just need to keep a close eye on them.”

“We only have 2 more days here before we leave Saturday morning,” Alex said. “If we miss our chance, I might not get another one until next year’s retreat.”

“We’ll get it. We’ll bring them down, I promise,” said Jacob. He grabbed Alex’s hand and squeezed it. He quickly caught himself and pulled his hand away awkwardly.

“You’re right,” said Alex. He smiled at him.

Jacob set his hot chocolate down on the table and laid back on the bed, rubbing his face with his hands.

“How could they do that?” he asked. “How could they lie to people like that? Pretend that they could show them how to change when really they were just fucking in secret this whole time?”

“I don’t know,” said Alex. He laid down on his side on the bed next to Jacob. “Self-deception is a crazy thing. I mean, look at you.”

Jacob raised his eyebrows.

“I don’t mean that in a negative way, I promise. I just mean that you got married to a woman because you thought it was your only option. You didn’t know that you could have a different life.”

Jacob sat up, folding his arms. “I’m still not sure I believe that,” he said. “I agree with you that Brad and Ezekiel are liars. They’ve never successfully kağıthane escort changed anyone. But I don’t see how the whole thing could be pointless. Why would God make us suffer this way if there was nothing we could do about it?”

“Maybe it’s not God who’s making you suffer. Maybe He just wants you to be happy,” said Alex.

Jacob furrowed his brow. “Can I ask you something?” he said.

Alex sat up. “Sure,” he said.

“What’s your life like? You know, your real life. Not the stuff you said about being sober.”

“That wasn’t a lie,” said Alex. “I am sober. I just made up the part about that being my reason for coming here.”

“Oh,” said Jacob. “So, the drinking… is that because you’re gay?”

“No, I don’t think it had anything to do with that,” said Alex. “I mean, it didn’t really help, having to grow up with my dad and all. But I would have looked for any excuse at all to drink.”

Alex laughed. “It’s funny,” he continued. “But for me, getting sober was a lot like coming out. Until I was able to accept that I was an alcoholic, I wasn’t able to really see myself for who I was. Before then I was always rejecting the label, because I was afraid of what it meant.”

Jacob looked up at Alex nervously.

“What’s it like just… being gay? I just… I know that’s a stupid question, I just mean… is it hard?”

Alex pondered for a moment.

“It’s a mixed bag,” he said. “I mean, I live in West Hollywood, so it’s not like it would be being gay in Kansas or something. But it’s not perfect. I get lonely sometimes.”

Jacob looked at the ground. “Me too,” he said softly. “Sometimes I feel fine, and then all of a sudden it hits me. I’ll be with my wife, and we’ll just be sitting on the couch with the baby or something and I’ll just remember how lonely I feel. And I know I should be happy, but I just… I feel like I’m the only person in the world.”

He looked at Alex. “I wouldn’t mind your life, I don’t think.”

Alex smiled. “I like my life. And I like who I am. It’s taken me a while, but I wouldn’t change anything about myself.”

They sat in silence for a moment as they sipped their cocoa.

Finally Alex said, “Can I ask YOU something?”

Jacob nodded.

“How did you feel when we were together? I don’t mean after, but during. When you were kissing me, when you were inside me… how did it make you feel?”

Jacob’s face turned red. “I-“

“It’s okay,” said Alex. “It’s just me. You can be honest. No judgement, no nothing.”

“I don’t know…” said Jacob. He took a deep breath. “It felt incredible. Like I was finally alive for the first time. Like my life had been some sad dress rehearsal up until that point. But when you touched me, it was like… anything was possible. I could be happy and I could be present and maybe God did love me.”

“So why is that a sin?”

“Because, it… the Bible says-“

“Let’s set the Bible aside for a moment,” Alex said. “Let’s look at you and me. Look into your heart. What does your conscience tell you? Who are we hurting by being together?”

Jacob looked at Alex, his face trembling.

“My wife.”

Alex looked down. Jacob began to cry.

“What do you think she deserves?” Alex asked.

“A husband who loves her. Who’s attracted to her, who’s devoted to her, who doesn’t fuck other guys behind her back,” said Jacob, his voice thick with tears.

Alex lifted his hands up. “Okay, fair enough. But you’re not attracted to her. And you can’t be. So what if, by being with her, you’re not only holding yourself back, but you’re also holding her back?”

Jacob sniffed. He looked away, biting his lip.

“Have you ever told her that you’re gay?” Alex asked.

“I’m not gay-“

“Fine, fine. Have you ever told her that you have same-sex attraction?”

“No,” Jacob said.

“Well, shouldn’t she get to make that choice for herself? Whether or not she wants to be with someone who can love her, who can give her the kind of devotion she needs?” asked Alex.

“But if I tell her, if I leave her, I’ll ruin our family, I’ll be alone-“

“You don’t know that,” Alex said. “But even if you did, you can’t keep going on living a lie. It’s not fair to her, and it’s not fair to yourself.”

He took his hand.

“And you won’t be alone.”

Jacob looked into Alex’s eyes. Alex stared back at him with such empathy and caring that he couldn’t help himself.

Their lips met suddenly and firmly, locked in a passionate embrace as their bodies longed to become one.

Jacob could taste the sweet cocoa on Alex’s tongue as his own tongue crashed against it. He reached his hand underneath Alex’s shirt to feel his tight abs. Jacob ran his fingers over the individual muscles, counting them out in his mind.

Jacob pulled Alex on top of him as he laid down on the bed, his arms wrapped tightly around Alex. The two lovers kissed slowly and passionately as their hands traveled across each other’s bodies.

“Are you sure you want this?” etiler escort Alex said breathlessly as he pulled away from the kiss.

“I need you,” said Jacob as he grabbed Alex’s face and pulled him back in.

Alex stuck his hand underneath Jacob’s shirt, lightly rubbing his nipple in between his fingers. Jacob ran his hands along Alex’s back, feeling Alex’s warm skin underneath his fingers as he tasted his mouth. He could feel himself growing hard with Alex on top of him, and he wanted nothing more than to be as close to Alex as possible.

Alex lowered his pants down over his cheeks, then unzipped Jacob’s pants and pulled out his growing cock. He continued kissing Jacob as he positioned Jacob’s cock against his hole. Jacob moaned as Alex slowly lowered himself onto Jacob’s dick, joining them as intimately as two men can be joined.

“Oh Jay…” whispered Alex as he slid down onto Jacob’s cock.

Alex began to gyrate on Jacob’s, the two men fucking fully clothed on Alex’s bed. Jacob groaned at the feeling of his dick deep inside Alex’s ass. He would never get used to how warm and welcoming Alex made him feel. He bucked his hips forward, trying to penetrate deeper into the younger man.

Alex was in heaven, with Jacob’s cock hitting his prostate at just the right angle. He kissed Jacob even more fiercely as he moved his hips back and forth, taking his lover deeper inside him. His own cock was sticking straight out, dripping precum onto Jacob’s stomach as the pleasure grew stronger and stronger.

Their union was brief and intense, quickly building to a climax as they both came in unison. Alex sprayed his load all over Jacob’s chest and stomach, while Jacob’s seed shot deep within Alex. Their lips never parted as they came down from their orgasms, tightly holding each other’s arms.

Suddenly Jacob pulled away from the kiss, burying his head in Alex’s shoulder and shaking as he held the man tightly.

“Shh… it’s okay baby…” whispered Alex as he held Jacob in his arms. “How do you feel?” he asked.

“Terrible. Amazing, I don’t know,” Jacob said, pulling his head away to look at Alex through tear-stained eyes. “I… I feel amazing. I do, I really do. I just… don’t understand-“

“Hey,” said Alex, wiping the tears out of Jacob’s eyes. “It’s okay. We don’t have to figure it all out now. Let’s just take it one step at a time, okay?”

Jacob nodded. “I wanna stop him. I need to.”

“I know you do, baby,” said Alex. “We will.”

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“We really need to hammer out a plan, some way we can catch Ezekiel fucking and capture it on video,” Alex said as they changed clothes.

“Can’t we just look on his computer or something?” Jacob asked.

“I don’t know. That feels too risky to me. Breaking into someone’s computer to steal their information? That doesn’t exactly scream journalistic integrity,” said Alex.

“You lied to get into this retreat and recorded two people fucking,” said Jacob. “I think we’re bending the rules here.”

“If I got caught breaking into his room I could get in serious trouble. Ezekiel could get me fired.”

“Well, you wouldn’t have to do it. I could go in there and get it for you. Then I could send it to you and you’d just say you got it from an anonymous source,” said Jacob.

“I don’t think so, Jay. It sounds too risky to me. I don’t like the idea of you putting yourself out there on a limb like that. What if he caught you?”

“What’s he gonna do? Kick me out of his phony retreat?” Jacob scoffed.

“He could tell your pastor. Hell, he could tell your wife.”

Jacob’s face fell.

“What are you talking about?” he asked.

“This is why I came to investigate Voyage Into Manhood in the first place,” said Alex. “I’ve heard all these reports from guys who’ve been on Voyage Into Manhood and say that Ezekiel is as corrupt as they come. He gets all of this personal information about you and your secrets and uses it against you to keep you in line. None of the guys I talked to were willing to go on record for fear of being outed.”

Jacob’s face drained of color. He hadn’t thought about the potential that anyone would talk about his same-sex attraction without his knowledge. The idea of being outed to his wife or to his entire church was terrifying to him.

“I’ll keep an eye on Ezekiel tonight and try and watch for anything strange,” Alex said. “If I see him going off somewhere, I’ll try and follow him and see if he and Brad end up fucking again.”

“What do you want me to do?” Jacob asked.

Alex touched his face with his hand, softly brushing his thumb against Jacob’s lip.

“You just cover for me. And stay safe–I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

When they gathered in the parlor for that night’s activity, Jacob and Alex made sure to stand far away from each other again to avoid arousing anyone’s suspicion.

“Tonight, we’re going to be acting out some of your past trauma,” said Ezekiel. “Drama therapy is a proven tool to help you work through troubling beyoğlu escort events of the past and come out the other side a free man. It gives you a chance to say the things you never got to say.”

He looked around the room at the men. “Who wants to give it a try?” he asked.

Wesley and Chris both raised their hands. Ezekiel ignored them.

“Brother Alex,” he said.

Alex looked up, surprised.

“Why don’t you come to the front?”

Alex slowly walked over to stand next to Ezekiel in front of the other men. Jacob watched him, his heart pounding in his chest.

“I don’t think I have any past trauma,” he said.

“Nonsense,” said Ezekiel. “You’ve told us a little bit about your difficulties with your father. I’m sure there’s something you can explore there. What’s a memory you have of your dad that’s particularly painful?”

“Um… well, I mean I guess it would be the last time we talked. It was right before he died.”

Alex paused. Ezekiel looked at him expectantly.

“And?” he said.

“He told me he didn’t want me to come visit him in the hospital,” said Alex.

“Mm,” said Ezekiel. “That must have hurt. What did you do?”

“I told him to stop being a stubborn old man, and to let me see him. He told me…” Alex trailed off. “We had a really big fight,” he finished.

“Why didn’t he want you to see him?” Ezekiel asked.

Alex was quiet. Jacob watched him, his heart hurting.

“He was ashamed of me,” said Alex.

Ezekiel clapped Alex on the shoulder. Alex had to consciously keep himself from recoiling.

“Of course. Chris, come on up,” said Ezekiel.

Chris bounded to the front, his red curls flopping as he eagerly took his place next to Alex.

“You’re going to play Alex’s father. You’re in the hospital on the phone with your son. And, go!”

Alex looked at him in shock.

“I don’t think-“

“Don’t think. Just do the exercise,” said Ezekiel.

Alex looked at Chris. Chris nodded at him, smiling.

Jacob watched in disbelief. How could Ezekiel think it was a good idea to so casually recreate this scene from Alex’s life? He knew that it must be taking everything within Alex not to storm out of there and blow their cover. He wished he could stop it for him.

Alex closed his eyes, then said, “Dad… please just let me come visit you.”

“No, son,” said Chris, putting on a low voice for dramatic effect. “You’re a disappointment. I hate you.”

Alex rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I don’t think this is working,” he said to Ezekiel.

Ezekiel walked over to Chris, whispering in his ear. Chris nodded.

“Try it again,” said Ezekiel. “Really commit to it.”

Alex sighed. He turned to Chris. “Dad, I want to come see you.”

“You think I’ll let you come and make a fool out of me? The way you did when you were younger?” Chris sneered.

Alex looked taken aback. “That’s… you don’t mean that,” he said.

Chris scoffed. “I would rather die than have a homosexual as a son.”

Alex looked at Ezekiel, his eyes pleading. “This isn’t right.”

“Stay in the scene!” Ezekiel commanded.

“He wouldn’t say that!” Alex said angrily.

“Say it to him, not me,” said Ezekiel.

Alex turned to Chris. “Dad, you don’t mean that. Stop it.”

“Yes I do, son,” said Chris. “You’re weak, and you’re sick. You’re not my son. I could never love you the way you are.”

Alex looked close to tears. Ezekiel clapped.

“All right!” Ezekiel said. “Powerful stuff. Now, let’s try and unlock some of that. Alex, how did it make you feel when he said that to you?”

Alex looked at him, his eyes red. “Fucking awful,” he said.

“And what could you have said in return?” asked Ezekiel.

“I don’t know, I-“

“We’re giving you the opportunity to tell your father exactly how you feel. To let go of the anger and the resentment that’s holding you back, that’s keeping you in your sin.”

Alex was shaking. Jacob could tell that he was trying as hard as he could to keep his feelings hidden, to keep himself from shouting at Ezekiel.

And what was Ezekiel up to? This didn’t feel productive at all. It felt almost like Ezekiel was punishing Alex. But for what?

Jacob wanted more than anything to run over to Alex and comfort him, even just to hold him for a moment. But he knew that they needed to stick to their mission. It was what Alex wanted.

He looked around the room. He could tell that everyone was too focused on what was going on to notice if he was gone. If there were ever a time to sneak into Ezekiel’s room and get a look at his computer, it was now. But Alex had told him not to…

Jacob looked over at Alex, struggling at the head of the room in front of the other guys. The way Ezekiel was staring at him so smugly, the way he seemed to revel in Alex’s emotional pain… it made Jacob’s blood boil. He needed to go down.

Jacob quickly slipped away, stealing down the hallway towards Ezekiel’s room. He opened the door and ducked inside, closing it quietly behind him.

Jacob turned back around and looked around Ezekiel’s bedroom. The place was immaculately tidy. The bed was so perfectly made that you wouldn’t even have known that two men were fucking on it just a few hours ago. He searched for the computer, opening dresser drawers and looking under the bed.

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I had been talking to him via instant messenger for some time now and we had discussed my fantasy of being raped several times. I had told him that I would be in his city for work in a couple of weeks and would like to get together with him if possible.

When I got to the hotel and settled in I messaged him and told him the room number. He told me to set up my laptop and videocam and to begin broadcasting myself stroking my cock. He was logged onto the same broadcast and watching and directing me online. He made sure I had left the door to my room unlocked for him. He had me put my mask and neck/wrist restraints on and lay on the bed with my dildo in my ass and the camera trained on me for everyone to see, and wait for his arrival.

I heard him enter the room. He began talking to me. He was saying, well well, what have we here? I heard him removing his clothes and then felt his weight on the bed with me. He straddled my chest and began slapping his hard cock across my face and telling me that he was going to fuck my mouth and then my pussy. I struggled but it was no use, he forced his cock into my mouth. He used my mouth like a cunt and just kept fucking in and out of it. His cock began to swell and he shouted that he was going to cum. His hips bucked uncontrollably as his cock began to spurt his cum into my mouth and I tried topkapı escort to swallow as much as I could to keep from choking but he was cumming too much and a lot of it was running out of my mouth and down my chin. When he was through he took his cock out and rubbed it all over my face, spreading his cum around and telling me what a cum slut I was.

He got off of me and said to get ready for round two as he had taken a little blue pill and was still hard. I told him I had had enough that I really didn’t want to be raped after all and begged him to let me go. He took off the mask and told me he wanted me to see what he was doing. He laughed and began messaging online about what a good cocksucker I was and how he was going to make me beg him to fuck my pussy. He told people he would put up my location when he was done with me and they could fuck me if they wanted to. I begged him not to do that and I would do anything he wanted if he wouldn’t give out my location, he just laughed and typed in the city for all to see. The screen began to flicker with replies asking for the address. He then laughed some more and began undoing my wrist restraints.

He then tied me spread eagled on the bed with two pillows under my ass to raise it for easier access. I saw his next message online. It said, If he şişli escort doesn’t beg me to fuck him I will post the name of the hotel where he is. He then turned to me and began to fuck me with the dildo asking me if I wanted the real thing as he was ready to fuck me now both hard and deep, breeding me with his baby seed. I still refused to beg him and he pulled the dildo out and roughly shoved his hard cock in in one one hard push. I screamed as he began fucking me hard. The pain slowly began to feel pleasurable and I began to fuck back. Just when I was starting to enjoy it he stopped and asked me what I wanted from him. I said I wanted him to fuck me. He said then beg me. I still refused to beg

him for it. He pulled out of me and went to the computer. I watched him type in the name of the hotel and hit enter, again the requests for more information came across the screen. He then said do you want me to continue fucking you? If so then beg for it or I give them the room # and he began typing room # and hit enter again. He typed in the room # and before hitting enter he came back to me and pushed his cock all the way into my pussy

with one hard push. I moaned and pushed back at it and said please fuck me, breed me please! It didn’t take him

long before he started to shoot his hot load of baby bayrampaşa escort seed deep into me. He pushed in and then stopped moving as he shot load after load deep inside me. I shot a load of my own cum all over my stomach and just lay still breathing heavy as he slowly pulled out of me. He then began to dress and I asked him to please let me go. He laughed and said no, I think I will give them what they want instead. My eyes opened wide as he hit the enter button and sent the room # out to everyone, then left me there.

I could see the screen as I struggled to free myself. The messages were moving across the screen telling me that that person would be over to use me soon and then that person would log off and another one would do the same.

I finally gave up trying to get loose after about 20 minutes of no results and just resigned myself to my fate.

Sure enough after about 30 minutes two guys walked in. They stripped and as one forced his cock into my mouth the other one slid his cock into my pussy and began to fuck me. It wasn’t long before they both shot off into my holes, got up and sent a message online saying that I was indeed a good fuck, then left leaving the door wide open.

For the next several hours I was fucked in each hole and in every imaginable position by at least a dozen men.

About 5am my original friend came back and fucked me one more time before freeing me so I could go to work.

As he was leaving I told him I would let him know when I would be back again. He said well, I have some great ideas for the next time and you will get even more cock and cum in you then.

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This is a continuation of Jaxon and Deacon’s story, following on from Trapped in the Outback. #dominance #submission #dating

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Deacon takes Jax on a date, and Jax faces three horny Aussies on a Ferris wheel.

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“I’m not sure about these pants.”

I turned my back to the mirror and put my hands against my arse, then glanced back over my shoulder and lifted my eyebrows at the mirror. Hi there.

Leigh rolled her eyes. “Your arse looks fine!”

“Fine?” I asked. I didn’t want it to look too flat, and the skinny chinos weren’t creating quite the same effect as my usual black skinny jeans.

“Yes, I’m sure. You have a very enticing arse. Men will want to put their penises in it.”

I grinned.

“I’m not sure about the shirt, either.” I fingered the hem of it. I didn’t usually wear shirts outside of work, and those were all the same dull grey, so I didn’t have to think about what to wear when I went to see clients. But on hearing I was going on a proper date for the first time in over two years, Leigh had insisted on taking me shopping. And now I owned a casual shirt. I’d stopped at one; I didn’t want to get excitable.

This shirt that Leigh had picked out for me was the colour of tobacco, and had a jacquard paisley pattern running through it in the same colour. It was a nice shirt. It just wasn’t what I was used to wearing in my down time.

“He’s going to love it,” she said. “And it’s not as if you’re going to be wearing it for long.”

I grinned wider. “Yeah. Yeeeah.” I took a moment to imagine Deacon taking off my shirt.

I tucked the leather necklace Deacon had given me inside the collar of the shirt, the tin tag resting against my breastbone. A tag that read, Free. Every time I put it on, I remembered I was essentially still collared by him, and unless I pulled my mind away, it got me hard every time.

Leigh leaned back on the bed and watched me spray on cologne. Her short, dark hair was swept over one eyebrow, and she wore the twin of the silver earring I wore. She’d adopted me several years ago as a friend when I’d come to the country, and now acted as the sounding board for my sad excuse for a love life.

“Where’s he taking you, again?” she said.

I finished fixing my now medium-length dark hair in place, and Googled the restaurant for her, handing her my phone. I’d never get tired of showing her that Deacon had booked a table at a restaurant where I recognised virtually nothing on the menu as food.

She nodded down at the pictures. “He definitely likes you.”

I knew that. I knew it, and it filled me with the kind of nervous energy I imagined you’d get if you stuck your fingers in a light socket.

She frowned. “What did you say he did for a job?”

“Plant mechanic,” I said. I took my phone back and pushed it into my pocket. I looked in the mirror again. “I look like such a douche.”

She snorted. “Jax, the way you usually dress makes you look like a douche. Now, you just look like a cute little gay boy going to meet his boyfriend.” She smirked, and I gave her a sarcastic smile.

“Thanks, for that.”

“You’re welcome.”

Smirking bitch.

Calvin Harris came on the stereo and I couldn’t help the excitement that bubbled up. I club-danced in a small circle, my phone in my hand. “I’m dating, I’m dating!”

She laughed at me. “Yeah, you are.”

*

It’d been four weeks since I’d driven out to Deacon’s farm and had the living shit scared out of me. He’d spent the night playing mind games and opening up my arse, and then surprised the hell out of me by saying he wanted to see me again.

I felt like a teenager again. Only, as a teenager, I’d mostly just sucked a lot of cock, while I dated girls who were oblivious to what I did out the back of the gymnasium.

This was something else. I could feel the shadow of my past relationship failures lifting, as Deacon kept insisting he wanted to know me. And fuck me. A lot. But not just fuck me. Despite how awkward I was at virtually everything we did together, he still showed an amazing willingness to appear in public with me.

This was technically only the fifth time I’d be seeing him in person, but as he travelled for work, we kept in contact via email. He sent me details of where he went, what he was working on. Who he met. How many cocks he didn’t suck, how many arses he didn’t fuck, because he only wanted to fuck me at this point.

Me. Fuck just me. I suspected he was lying, but I appreciated the fiction. After all, he was a beast. A primal, masculine, animalistic panther of a man. Dating a small British Longhair.

I’d agreed to cab out to the restaurant, as otherwise, by the time he finished up his work, got ready, and drove the hour back into the city, it’d be nine p.m before we got seated.

As the cab pulled up to the curb, I could see him standing outside şişli escort waiting for me, and my gut wound itself into a knot. He still made me nervous, which was a good thing. It meant I wasn’t getting bored. But I was slightly concerned the reason I wasn’t getting bored, was that I had no idea what he was going to do with me, and I wasn’t sure that was healthy.

Tonight he was wearing a dark green shirt over ink-blue jeans, and had a black jacket slung under his arm. I could tell he smelled nice just by looking at him.

He caught sight of me and walked over as I got out of the cab.

“Hey babe. You look fantastic.”

He kissed me on the lips, and I flushed red, not expecting a public display of affection on a busy street. I felt as if everyone was staring at us, but a quick glance around showed that no one gave a fuck, except one guy who gave us both the glad eye as he walked past. He was cute.

“Jax?”.

“Mmhmm?”

“Shall we go in?”

“Yeah. Yeah.”

As we waited by the counter to be seated, he glanced around.

“You been here before?”

I shook my head. “Nope. Nooo.”

I did not go to places like this. When I went out, I headed for the darkest, seediest places I could find. Places I could hide. Places where my awkwardness and my aloneness were less obvious.

“New experience for us both then.”

The hostess came back to us.

“Your table’s ready. Right this way!”

As she led us to our table, my eyes were drawn to the sway of her arse, sheathed in a tight, black skirt. I pulled my eyes off her bum, and glanced up, inadvertently catching sight of a young guy cutting limes behind the counter in the open portion of the kitchen. He was gorgeous. Dark skinned, with a broad chest, and lips that looked full and inviting as he bent his head over his work.

I had to look away before he caught me staring. I focused back on the waitress, then glanced sideways at Deacon, and felt surrounded by unbearably attractive people.

Deacon had woken up my extant, but partially repressed, bisexuality (I hadn’t slept with a woman in years), and I honestly just wanted to fuck everything. I was becoming my brother, I thought wryly, glad he was still back in London, and not here to see me like this.

For a brief moment, I imagined the waitress crawling under the table to suck me off while I kissed Deacon above her head, and felt the first stirrings of an erection.

“You okay, babe?” Deacon asked. He glanced down at my crotch with a smirk.

I snapped back to reality. “Hmm? Yeah, yeah, I’m great.”

The waitress left us with menus to go and get some water, and I relaxed back in my chair, and looked around the restaurant.

We were fifty-fives stories up, seated next to floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city, burnt orange by the sunset. The place was lit with glass globes, suspended by cables from the ceiling, which cast a gold glow. In the middle of our table was a three-inch candle, surrounded by large, oval-shaped river stones.

I picked one of the stones up and hefted it in my hand, surprised to find it actually was a stone.

I held it out to Deacon. “A dragon egg, Khaleesi!”

He took it from me and examined it, then held it in front of my face. He rotated it so that the cylinder of the oval was pointing towards my mouth, and looked thoughtful.

Holding his gaze, I leaned forward and kissed the end of it, then gave it a long lick.

He laughed. “Jesus, Jax!”

“It was right in front of my face!”

“Is that all it takes?”

I didn’t need to answer that.

He put the stone down, and both of us picked up our menus and tried to look as though I hadn’t just been licking the table ornaments, as the waitress came back.

After she’d finished taking our drinks orders and left us alone again, Deacon leaned into me.

“Are you—imagining fucking her right now?”

I glanced at him, feeling my face flush red again. “No.”

“Liar!” he hissed. “Are you on heat or something?”

I shrugged. “You unleashed me, didn’t you.”

He gave a snort of laughter. “If I’d known putting a collar on you would turn you into a salivating man-whore, I might have thought twice.”

I went back to studying the menu. “Bullshit. You wanted a slut, and you got a slut.”

“Yeah? That’s what I want?”

I glanced up. “I could just pop under this table right now, if you like.”

His eyes widened, and I went back to reading the menu.

He gripped my hand and pulled it against his bulge. His thick, hard bulge.

I raised an eyebrow, keeping my eyes on the menu. “Impressive. Does this mean you want to fuck the waitress too?”

He pressed my hand against his hardness. “Go fuck yourself.”

I grinned and squeezed him through his jeans.

He let out a grunt and let go of my hand.

Looking at the menu, which had no prices next to anything, I had a feeling this meal was going to cost us more than my week’s entire food budget. I hoped Deacon was okay with that. He’d said beşiktaş escort this was his treat, which was good of him, but it honestly didn’t bother me either way who paid. I had the cash, but it was a nice gesture on his part.

“You know what you want?” he asked.

I pointed. “This.”

“Wagyu ribeye with buttermilk, horseradish and fermented truffles, eh?”

“Yeah. Quite fond of a bit of steak.”

“Couldn’t find a burger on the menu?”

I gave him a pleasant smile.

He pointed to the lamb. “I’ll have this, I think.”

“What’s a ‘finger lime’?” I asked, reading the description. “That sounds odd. Doesn’t that sound odd? And what’s a ‘lemon myrtle’?”

“Well, a finger lime’s some kind of lime, I imagine,” he said, “And lemon myrtle’s a plant.”

“A plant?” I said, rhyming ‘plant’ with ‘ant’, the way he did. “A plant?”

He shoved my shoulder as I smirked at him.

“You’re the one with the weird accent, mate.”

“Technically,” I said, “as a colony, you’re the ones who’ve butchered it.”

He fell silent and his gaze grew serious. I went back to staring at the menu, nervous as to what he was thinking.

“Jax?”

“Yeahp?” Still looking at the menu. Every bit of my attention on him.

“You know I really like you, eh? Like. I really like you.”

Ohhhh fuck. Too much, too much, too much.

“Back in a sec,” I said.

I shoved back my chair and made for the bathroom. I locked myself in a stall, then texted Leigh.

‘I can’t do this.’

There was a pause of perhaps ten seconds.

‘What happened?’

‘He said he likes me.’

My phone rang.

“What do you mean, he said he likes you?”

“I mean, he said he likes me!” I said, keeping my voice low. “What do I do? What does it mean?”

I could hear her rolling her eyes.

“So, he likes you. I thought we’d established that when he spent three hundred dollars on tyres just to fuck you, gave you his clothes, asked you out the following weekend, asked you out again the weekend after that, took you star-gazing in the middle of nowhere and didn’t murder you, and then asked you out on a date to what may well be the most expensive restaurant in the city.”

I was silent for a second. “But he said he likes me.”

I could hear her composing herself to be patient with me. “Do you like him?”

“You know I do! That’s the problem!”

She knew. She knew I fell for unavailable women, and men looking for a skinny submissive to play with. The only way I’d avoided disappointment, or ending up chained in some guy’s dungeon, was avoiding women, and never seeing the same guy twice.

“Here’s what you’re going to do,” she said. “Where are you now?”

“In the toilets.”

“Of course you are. Go back to him, let him give you a lovely night, and if he wants you to do anything you don’t want to do, don’t do it.”

“Oh, simple then,” I said. “I’ll just say ‘no’ shall I?”

“Jax, my sweet, at some point you’re going to have to learn how to assert yourself with these guys, or you’re never going to have the kind of relationship you want.”

“I didn’t want this one,” I said. “I didn’t expect him to become a full on fucking… boyfriend.”

“What’s so awful about that?”

“I don’t know! He’s too… pretty. It doesn’t make any sense. And he’s not a complete arsehole. Why is he into me?”

She sighed.

“I can’t give you self esteem while you’re trapped in a restaurant toilet. You’re going to have to figure this out for yourself.”

I slumped against the cistern. “Can’t.”

She laughed.

I heard the bathroom door open, and Deacon’s voice, speaking low. “Jax? You in there? You okay?”

“Is that Deacon?” asked Leigh. “Okay, look, don’t stress. Have a great night—if he tries to sell your body on the street, tell him to fuck off, but otherwise, just relax!” She made kissy noises into the phone and hung up.

I shoved my phone back into my pocket and got up off the toilet. “Out in a second.”

I flushed and then unlocked the stall door, making straight for the sink to wash my hands. I hated touching things in public bathrooms.

“You not well?”

“No, I’m fine. Just needed to relieve myself.” I wasn’t sure why I said it like that, except saying I was taking a crap, while on a date, just seemed distasteful.

I faced him as I dried my hands with a paper towel.

“I’m not… coming on too strong for you, am I?” he asked.

I looked down at the paper towel. “Nope.”

“Can you look me in the eye when you say that?”

I kept my eyes on the paper towel. “Nope.”

He took it from me and tossed it into the wastepaper bin.

“But… you are into me, yeah?” he asked.

Holy fuck, really?

I finally met his gaze. Those olive-green eyes. I avoided a lot of eye contact with him, because it felt too intense most of the time. But I liked his eyes. There was a lot going on in there. More than I was comfortable with.

“Yeah, I’m definitely into you,” I said, dropping my gaze taksim escort again.

He bit his lower lip and smiled at me. “Cool.”

I laughed. “Cool?”

“Yeah, don’t fucking mock me, you prick, or I’ll shove you back in that stall and fuck the shit outa ya.”

I put my hands on his shoulders and kissed him. “You have such a pretty mouth, Deacon.”

The door to the toilets swung open and we broke apart. “Shall we not kiss in the toilets?” I said, and the guy who’d entered glanced at us as he took his place at the urinal.

“Yeah. Be out in a sec. I’m just going to take a piss.”

“Cool.”

“Fuck off.”

I smirked and left the bathroom.

I went back to the table and sipped my wine while I looked out over the city. All those glittering lights. All that life, going on, out there. Couples. People paired off, making kids, recycling, taking photos of sunsets on their phones, commenting on each other’s Facebook posts, buying small, fluffy dogs. Creating lives together where they saw each other every day.

Could I really do that? Did I even want that?

Deacon reappeared and dropped back into his seat. He gave me a sharp look. “Be honest. Were you having a wank in there?”

“Nope.”

He grinned. “I did.”

“Thanks for sharing that.”

The waitress came back to our table. “Are you two ready to order?”

After dinner, as we stood waiting for the lift, I had an idea. I checked the time on my phone.

“Let’s see if we can get on the Observation Wheel. You ever been?”

He shook his head. “You?”

“Not yet.”

He looked dubious. “You don’t just want to go back to your flat?”

No, no, I didn’t. He might try and talk to me, and I was happy, I didn’t want to ruin it.

The lift arrived and I caught his hand. “Come up into the sky with me, babe.”

A smile played on his lips. “Is it private?”

I shook my head. “Not unless we pay three hundred and fifty dollars.”

He sputtered. “For a fucking Ferris wheel ride?”

I nuzzled against his neck as the lift came to a halt. “Come up into the sky with me. Babe.”

He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, fine. But I am gonna fuck you tonight. You’re not gettin’ out of it.”

“Oh no, please, no,” I said, and he laughed.

I caught the elbow of his jacket as we got out of the lift. “Come on. Come on, we’ve got fifteen minutes to get there!”

We caught a cab, and jumped out with minutes to spare.

As we approached the entry platform, a group of three lads was already waiting. Deacon was holding my hand, and I tried to pull my fingers away from his before they noticed, but he kept hold of me.

I glanced at him, but he pretended not to notice how tense I was as we reached them.

If I’d been on my own, I would have been fine. But Deacon and I were clearly a couple, and they looked as if they’d just been watching the footy. I knew their type. Full of beer, shirts stretched tight across their pecs, hands in their jeans’ pockets.

They fell silent and stared at us, as the attendant started checking their tickets.

We were still a few metres away when one of them, a guy with short, dark hair, wearing a maroon shirt, leaned into the attendant and said something to him. The attendant looked up at us. He said something back, and the guy handed him what looked like a folded up twenty.

“You know what, we should go back to my place,” I said to Deacon.

He still had hold of my hand.

“No, no, I want to go into the sky with you, babe,” he said, giving me a mocking smile.

I was very close to saying ‘please’, when the wheel came to a halt, the cabin lined up with the platform.

The attendant opened the door, and ushered us in.

I had a knot in my stomach as we followed the three men into the cabin. I assumed this was Deacon’s stubbornness to never back down, but I had this image of the cabin coming back to the ground with the windows streaked with blood.

The cabin was several metres across, with a long bench in the centre. The three lads took their seats, while I walked over to the windows with Deacon to watch our ascent, pretending they weren’t there as they laughed and joked about whatever bollocks they’d been up to that night.

As the doors shut behind us, I heard a murmur from the bench behind us, and quiet laughter.

My face burned red, my back prickling at the thought that they were taking the piss out of us. But we were stuck with them for the next half an hour, climbing up 120m into the sky. Two of us, three of them.

We were halfway through the ascent when I thought I heard the word ‘faggot’. My shoulders tensed and I rose up an inch taller. I heard the word again, accompanied with a snigger. Deacon squeezed my hand, but I spun around.

“Sorry, is there a problem?”

“Is there a problem?” Red shirt mocked me. “Where you from, mate, Shakespeare?”

“Shakespeare’s not a place, is it? You fucking knob,” I said, and he laughed.

Beside me, Deacon turned around and leaned against the metal railing behind him.

Red shirt got to his feet. Behind him, his mates, one in a large blue checks, and the other wearing a navy shirt with folded back checked cuffs, just watched, as he strolled up to me, his hands in his pockets.

He leaned against the metal railing on the other side of me from Deacon.

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Hey there fellow Litsters!

This is my first (and probably last) attempt at Gay Male. The inception of the story happened when a female author friend of mine (who adores this category) placed a bet with me that a straight guy (namely me) cannot write a Gay story. Here is my attempt at proving her wrong. I look forward to your comments and feedback here.

It is also my submission for the Halloween contest so please do vote.

DISCLAIMER- This story contains scenes of non-consensual and semi-consensual sex as well as emotional distress. It also contains scenes of recreational drug use. If such material offends you, do not read further.

“Everyone’s going to hurt you. You just have to decide who is worth the pain.”

– Bob Marley

* *

People wear masks all the time. To hide who they are. To hide who they think they are. To hide who they want to be. The faces they present to the world are masks themselves. Masks of civilized decency hiding the office-going, suit wearing, cut-throat warrior within. Society exists as a collection of masks.

Except me. I am unmasked. I have been laid bare for all to see.

It is the Master’s Halloween party. The gala event in his manor attracts a very select crowd every year. Tonight, I am the star attraction. As I come out on the marble dais, robed in satin and ermine, all eyes turn towards me. The glare of the spotlight feels uncomfortable at first, but I gradually get used to it and the audience recedes into the background.

There are no faces. Only Basque masks. Ornate and varied in design, they conceal the faces of the voyeurs behind them. I might not be able to see them, but I know they are people of considerable power and influence. Master does not keep lesser company than that. I do know who Master himself is, but I dare not say his name. The consequences would be far too grotesque.

I can only say you have seen him on television and on the cover of important magazines. He is a man whose reputation precedes him to even the remotest corner of the Earth. Business tycoon. Magnanimous philanthropist. Astronomically wealthy.

Which is all the more reason Master keeps his depravity hidden. The guests are carefully selected and invited through only the most secure channels. Disclosure is dealt with swiftly and brutally.

I remember the last to try, Dorian. He was the attraction of last years party. Urged on by his fellow prisoners (including me), he mustered up the guts to make a call to the New York Times. He took his chance with the phone when it was his turn to dust the main bedroom and Master was out inaugurating a new charity for cancer research. He could not contain his sobbing as he broke his story to the voice on the other end.

Someone high up in the hierarchy of the Times (possibly a guest at the party) came to know and informed the Master. I still remember the night Dorian was dragged from his cell, kicking and screaming. That look in his eyes still haunts me when two burly man carried him past my bars. The Master would punish him as he saw fit.

His screams echoed through the long empty halls for hours. They were muffled by the time they reached us down below, causing my hair to stand on end. Finally, the shrieks stopped. He had been punished enough.

Dorian was escorted back to his cell. He has not spoken since. One year on, he remains completely catatonic.

It is nothing new. Nothing out of the ordinary. Once in a while one of the Master’s “special boys” will attempt to break free. It is his duty then to remind us all of our purpose.

My thoughts come back to the present. Dozens of pairs of eyes roam over my body, impatient for the show to begin. I take a deep breath and slide my robe off. My body is entirely in view now. Every square inch of my pale skin. I have taken great care to draw two symmetric tear drops around my eyes.

The black lines come down my face stop under my chin. I am your favourite Harlequin.

I hear a collective gasp. It gives me a small sense of pride. I am sure that they all think I have been painted white. I have not. No body paint in the world is quite as pale as my albinism afflicted skin. Every part of me is fairer than the polished Italian marble on which I stand.

I am beautiful. Even if I say so myself.

My performance begins in pin-drop silence. My left hand floats goes to my penis. It is not large, but well shaped and rounded. Grasping the shaft gently, I slowly move my fingers back and forth. The awestruck audience watches each stroke.

My eyes are drooped and my smile is melancholy. I have rehearsed my moment on the stage to perfection. Men and women from the highest echelons of society watch as my hands increase their pace.

Never rough, never ungainly, never lacking elegance, my strokes become faster and faster. It is harmonious, almost musical. My fingers dance gracefully along my milky white flesh. It grows harder in my hand. The familiar bağcılar escort warmth begins in my groin.

Now I am close to my climax. The crowd senses this and wait eagerly. My face, however, does not deviate from my expression. My fingers are a blur now, pushing me ever closer to an imminent climax.

One final stroke and a white ribbon of of sperm ejects out. All the masked eyes follow its graceful parabolic trajectory. It hits the floor and splatters a foot or so in front of me. Obediently, I drop down to my hands and knees. The fruit of my labours lies a few inches from my face. Slowly, my tongue comes out and touches it.

The eyes now look down at my face, watching me eagerly lap up my jism. My tongue swirls and slurps around the small puddle until none of it remains. At last, I raise my face to the faceless crowd behind the glare of the light and smile meekly.

I am greeted by a muted applause as I get up to my feet. Master will be very happy with how I have entertained his guests. As for me, I am inured to shame and humiliation. It seems natural.

The show is not over yet. In fact, it is barely starting.

The prelude is over. Now for the main show.

Two hulking figures join me on stage. Their faces are hidden behind rubber masks, but I know them only too well. Ivan and Pieter, Master’s favourite bodyguards. In public, they protect him from harm. In private, they watch over his slaves.

They were carefully hand picked from a wide selection of muscle-men. Ivan is a former Spetsnaz operative. His appetite for wanton and sadistic cruelty surpassed even what his colleagues could brook. His “interrogation” of a Serbian family suspected of being dissenters made the rest of his squad nauseous. Since his discharge from the Spetsnaz three years ago, he serves Master.

Pieter was a South African secret-police member dating back to the Apartheid era. He belonged to a generation of officers who had no qualms using electric cattle-prods on people. And that was when he was being gentle. When the Apartheid era ended, the secret-police was disbanded. Luckily for him, Master was more than happy to take him into his fold, even paying for his transport to New York.

They only wear masks as they approach me. The rest of their bodies are bare, covered in a mass of tattoos and bulging muscles. My fearful eyes are drawn to their bulging erections. Each of them defy human notions of length and girth.

For the final part of tonight’s entertainment, I will be shared between Ivan and Pieter for the viewing pleasure of Master and his distinguished guests.

They will not be gentle, I have no illusions of that. The room is soundproof. No one will be able to hear my screams beyond these four walls as I get better acquainted to their cocks.

As I feel a pair of strong hands grasp my hips and second pair hold my jaw open, I close my eyes and drift off into memories.

I hope I have enough to tide me over the next hour or so.

* *

Growing up, I learnt one very powerful truth.

I was not completely useless. No one is completely useless. If nothing else, you can be made a bad example. A cautionary tale. In the eyes of my peers, my family, my teachers and everyone else who knew me, that was my use. I was their bad example.

They needed someone to scorn, to hurt, to shame so they could feel better about themselves. They needed a punching bag who would take the blows they yearned to give their frustrating and monotonous lives. They got me.

I was albino. I was gay. In their eyes, I was also sub-human. Unworthy of breathing the same air.

My father is a Gulf War veteran. He inherited strict Christian views from his Bible-thumping, abusive father. After the war, he became a prison guard at Rikers to feed us. Over there, he developed a powerful hatred towards any sort of homosexual contact, often resorting to military combat manoeuvres to separate and subdue inmates found indulging in his “ultimate sin”. The authorities found it more convenient to look the other way.

He could not stop gawking at me when I was born. His piggish eyes were blinded by my dazzling complexion. I was an aberration to the natural order in his eyes. A spawn that should not have been.

I was hated even before I cried for the first time.

He was always a fearful alcoholic, but seeing his son pushed him over the edge. My poor mother had endured enough beatings before I was born, but could not take the fresh salvo of blows. One night, she just left, while my father was passed out on the floor, reeking of cheap gin.

That just made things worse. Now he had one more thing to blame me for.

And all this was still years before I came out.

* *

Eighteen now. In my final year of high school.

And these were supposed to be liberated times.

“Hey look. It’s the white freak,” said Shane Moskowitz. The corridor bahçelievler escort turned to see the figure that had entered. I wore a hoodie and clutched my books tightly. The ones close to me caught a glimpse of milky white while I scurried past the gawking eyes.

If only I could somehow stuff these books into my locker and then slink away, maybe I could make it to recess without an altercation. I opened the locker door, only to see it slammed back by a large fist. Trembling, I slowly turned to see the quarterback and jock-in-chief, Dustin Roth, with the ever-present smug smile on his face.

Dustin was well over six foot tall. His slick hair was parted neatly. His dark skin was the polar opposite of mine. His eyes and lips seemed locked in a perpetual display of disdainful condescension at the world, or rather at its inhabitants. Right now he fixed that demeaning glare at me.

“Leslie,” he drawled, stretching the syllables. “Why if it ain’t the fairest of them all.”

A few snickers came from around him. I looked down, burning with shame. I tried opening the locker, but his burly fist steadfastly blocked it.

“What’s the hurry, white boy?” he went on. “Don’t you wanna show these guys some of that mayonnaise skin?”

I tried to slip under his arm with my books. Once I was in class with Mr Hendricks, I would be safe. My attempted escape was cut off by Shane. He grabbed my hands, causing my books to spill, and turned me around towards Dustin. I kicked and struggled, but Shane was a state level wrestler. His hammerlock hold had me immobile. Dustin held the hood of my overall and scanned the crowd gathered around us.

“Better get your shades out, coz here’s a dazzler,” and he pulled back my hood, exposing my pale face to everyone present. There were a few gasps and a few murmurs. Some people took out their camera phones and started snapping away vociferously.

I tried turning away but Dustin held my head firmly and forced it back towards the throng of onlookers. My straw-coloured hair, pale blue eyes and my skin made me a memento for everyone taking a picture to put on Facebook.

“Click away,” Shane announced cheerfully. “Make him famous.”

“What is going on there?” rumbled a deep baritone from the end of the corridor.

Dustin quickly let me go and backed away. Even Shane took a step back. The imposing form of Mr Bruce Hendricks came into view. He was a broad-shouldered giant of a man. In his late forties, he could still intimidate students at ease.

He waded through the crowd until he reached me. His angry gaze was fixed on the duo who were cowering against the lockers.

“The two of you come to my office later,” he said firmly. Turning to the crowd he opened his thick lips again. “Anyone who puts a picture of Leslie on the internet shall be punished. Clear?”

Everybody nodded their heads and looked down.

“Now, what are you waiting around for? Go!” he barked, startling the crowd off in different directions.

I felt relieved. I was safe for the time being. Mr Hendricks was my class teacher and always looked out for me when I was bullied. He was the closest thing I had to an idol. Everybody knew I was gay as well, and he had a lot of saving to do.

I spent the rest of the morning in his shadow. In class, he commanded a certain fear among his students and they knew better than to pick on me again. Within five minutes of recess starting, I was bombarded by an array of paper planes, each containing an off-colour homosexual joke or something about my albinism.

How do you get three homos to sit on a barstool?

– Turn it upside down.

I shrugged my head and sighed. I was beyond the point of being angry or hurt. It was as futile as banging my head against a brick wall. I was a convenient bull’s-eye for their jokes.

If only they were funny.

I had to return later that day for extra class. It was a chance to get my grade up and also a welcome relief from my father. There are so many times you can hear the word “faggot” in a day before deciding to leave.

On this particular day, I reached early. The football team practice was over and the proud team members basked in the bright sunshine outside. Some had a cheerleader hanging off their muscular arms.

Without exception, I got a complimentary jeer and catcall from all of them as I rushed inside. The main building was largely empty now. Mr Hendricks would arrive in half an hour. He was only to eager to spend his free time tutoring me.

“It’s not like I have anything to do at home,” he would say. “Teaching is all I do.”

Which was true. His wife had divorced him two years prior and taken both their children. Teaching was probably a welcome change from a big empty apartment.

I walked up two flights of stairs to the main hallway. Those rooms bustling with activity a few hours before were now deathly quiet. Well almost.

A şirinevler escort flicker of shadows caught my eye. It was in an empty classroom on the far end of the corridor. The silence and solitude left no doubt that two young scholars were experimenting with the finer points of biology.

In retrospect, I should have continued up the stairs towards the top floor. In that moment, I somehow felt impelled to take a peek. It was one of those idiot high-school decisions we all made. I regret mine a lot more.

Like a shadow, I crept to the door. Just one glimpse and I would be off. I knew the basics of what I would see. For an eighteen year old, it was a thrill. Besides, the guy might be hot. Something for me to admire.

The door was barely ajar, the gap not more than two fingers wide. I looked in for one quick peek before I would go for my class. Leaning against the frame, I got my glance.

Dustin held Shane against the board. Their lips mashed together in a rush of heated passion. Dustin’s hands curled around his lover’s head and drew him into his mouth. Shane pushed his hand up the back of Dustin’s shirt and caressed his back.

I stood, awestruck at the sight before me. The two most openly homophobic guys in school. The best wrestler and the star quarterback. Two strutting paragons of machismo. My two chief tormentors. They were gay.

I leant against the wall, my heart pounding against my chest. It seemed so terribly bizarre. The scene seemed cut out from a parallel universe. I had to steal a swift glance to make sure it wasn’t a mirage.

Sure enough, Dustin’s tongue was engaged in a sloppy duel with his friend’s. His hands were undoing the buckle of Shane’s belt. They fumbled, but resumed with hurried urgency. Dustin was now slurping around his partner’s neck. Shane clamped down on his lower lip to stifle his sound of pleasure.

The montage of male skin on skin had an aura of raw lust. My quest for a hasty peek grew longer. I could not turn away from the dark and tanned bodies writhing and gyrating against each other. The buckle was off now. Shane did not need to bother with a buckle since Dustin was still wearing his sports gear. He pushed his hand into his shorts.

The kissing continued as their hands grasped each other’s organs. From my vantage point, I could only see their elbows shaking in rhythm as they jerked each other off. Their lips never disengaged even as their hands shook with an increasing urgency.

They were both really getting into it, when Shane opened his eyes just long enough to throw a glance at the door. He froze at the sliver of white. Dustin wondered why the hand on his cock stopped abruptly. His gaze followed Shane’s across the room and his eyes narrowed.

I was frozen with shock. My legs had rooted themselves to the ground while they hurriedly pulled up their pants. It wasn’t until I saw two menacing figures charging towards the door, did I get some motion back. It was too late though. I had barely made it four strides from my position, when I heard the door slam open. Two more strides and I felt a stunning blow to the back of my head.

It sent me sprawling to the floor. My books and stationery scattered in every direction. The impact of my chest hitting the floor expelled all the air from my lungs. I barely took a breath before I felt a fist grab the back of my collar and hoist me up. Slowly, I drew level with two pairs of angry eyes, dripping hatred.

“You bloody peeping Tom!” Shane angrily bellowed in my face. He wound up to rearrange a few of my facial features with his fist. I closed my eyes and braced for a crushing impact.

I was almost thankful to hear the sibilant drawl of Dustin. “Wait. I have a better idea.”

The promise of the better idea meant Shane could not knock me out quite so soon. He paused to listen.

“Why don’t we use this faggot to satisfy ourselves? We aren’t gay, but this silly bit of curiosity between us has gone too far. Let’s end it once and for all with him, shall we?”

Shane nodded his head in cold approval.

“Let’s do that. Besides, I bet his mouth will be a welcome change from Tammy’s. Boy, she can suck like a dream, but won’t let me cum in her mouth. The bitch. How’s Barbara in the bj department?” he asked, maintaining a firm grip on my collar.

“Don’t even ask, bro,” replied Dustin. “That woman will not suck me unless I eat her out, which I hate doing. Pussies are for fucking, not for kissing like retards. Her biology lab partner, Gwen, is more than happy to fill in for her though. A suck from Gwen is my good luck charm before a big match.”

They kept chatting casually while they dragged me back into the empty classroom. I would have screamed, but for Shane’s powerful arm choking me. He pushed me inside and Dustin locked the door behind us.

“Now where we before we were so rudely interrupted?” drawled Dustin. “Oh yes. We wanted to cum. Instead of each other’s hands, we get to use this waste of flesh.”

I struggled in vain against the powerful arm around my neck. Dustin slowly pulled down his boxers and took out his cock. It was the first live cock I had seen in front of me. My eyes grew wide with dread as I gauged his size. Lengthwise, girthwise, it was a lot more than I had thought. He pushed the mushroom head against my clamped lips.

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The bar was reassuring warm after the cold night.

I shook the rain of my jacket and ordered a cold beer.

It had been a long day, or more like a long week. I’d been working the weekend shift and had been doing 14 hours a day for eight days now. My mind and body ached and the only thing that I was thinking was my much needed days off.

The beer was good and I moved to one of the sunken leather sofas next the glowing embers of the day’s fire.

I sat alone, musing and flicking through the day’s paper, oblivious to everything around me.

“Cheer up”

The thick accent made me start. I glanced up to see a handsome and boyish faced beaming back at me as he cleared the empty glasses from my table.

I smiled weakly, embarrassed that he had spoken to me and unsure of how to reply.

I just nodded and mumbled something about it being a long week and put my head back to the paper.

I spent the next couple of hours in that seat, reading and watching people and ordered a few more beers.

The barman’s name was John and as the pub’s customers began to thin I moved to the bar and we started conversation. We shared jokes and stories and I relaxed.

He gave me a whiskey on the house and then asked if I smoked. I nodded and he asked if I wanted to come back to his flat for a quick smoke before turning in for the night.

I agreed and when his shift finished he showed me up to his place directly above the pub.

As we climbed the narrow stairs, I couldn’t help noticing him in the faint light. He was very good looking, with swept back golden hair and a hint of boyish stubble.

He was shorter than me, but more firmly built and his clothes fitted his him well.

A pair of faded ribbon bracelets were interwoven on his wrists, and his arms were tanned and strong.

Without realising it I was checking him out.

I fındıkzade escort had played around with guys in my teens, a hand job here and a blowjob there, and enjoyed the odd bi-sexual fantasy since, but here I was entranced and checking out a guy I had just met in the same way that I would a women.

We went into his living room and as he grabbed me a beer from the kitchen he told me that his flatmates were out for the night.

We sat down on the sofa and started to watch some tv.

Content we lay back on the sofa as flicked channels settling on a mindless cartoon comedy.

After another beer, he got up and went to the bathroom and I changed channel, settling on some soft porn- oddly sure that this guy I had just met would be completely fine with watching porn with someone he had only known less than a few hours.

He smirked as he came back in, and then sat down, nearer this time so I could feel his leg resting against mine.

The film continued and a few minutes later I noticed that are legs were nearer still.

Our breathing was in sync, seemingly the only sound in the room.

Slowly he turned and looked at me and I nervously returned the gaze, my heart beating as I knew that I wanted to kiss him.

So I did, or we did. Gently at first, and then I felt him bring my hand up to his cheek.

My hands held him and I kissed him deeper, my tongue dancing in his mouth and my hands pulling him towards me.

He pushed me away and I snapped back to reality embarrassed by what had happened, shocked at my actions. But he didn’t move away in protest, but stood up and held out his hand.

Frozen in shock and completely unsure of what I was doing I placed my hand in his and was lead to his bedroom.

I stood shaking in the middle of his room with the light from the hallway aksaray escort arrowing across me as he began to take of my clothes.

Before I knew it we were lying on the bed in just our pants, my cock bursting to be touched as his hands moved slowly across my body.

I was petrified, amazed at how I had found myself semi-naked in bed with a man that I had only just met.

He took control and distracted me with his kisses, slowly moving down to my crotch.

He knew what he was doing. He licked and kissed and bit me gently through my briefs and then eased them down my legs and threw them to the floor.

I had never felt so vulnerable, or so arosed.

He considered my cock for a moment and then smiled before engulfing me in one movement.

I gasped, my breath lost in the back of my throat, my cock in the back of his.

He pushed me to the deep into his warm, wet mouth and then paused as if getting used to it before sliding slowly up and down my length.

I closed my eyes, lost in the incredible blow job, my hands clutching on to his hair.

He used every trick he knew. He licked and sucked and stroked me towards the most amazing orgasm.

I felt it begin to creep up on my from the furthest tip of my toes and as the as it approached I felt his wet finger begin to slide into my arse.

I tensed but then the pleasure took control and I relaxed, moaning as a second one slipped effortlessly inside me.

He brought them towards my prostrate and then increased the speed of his mouth and I came with a groan and shot my thick load deep in his mouth.

He cleaned me off, swallowing everything I had to give him, but keeping his fingers where they were.

I lay painting on the bed, slightly unsure about what had just happened as he began to move his fingers inside me. I was eyüp escort going to say something but my post orgasmic lethargy and the new feeling caused me to hold my tongue.

His pace continued and with his other hand he began to stroke me to hardness again. He stroked me for a few minutes and then without warning he removed his fingers and with firm hands turned me round.

I made to protest, but he kissed me in the small of the back and moved me onto my knees exposed to him.

I’ll never know why I didn’t protest. Why I heard the sound on the condom being unrolled and felt the lube being smeared along my crack and did nothing..

It just seemed so inevitable that I was going to lose my virginity this way to a man I’d only just met but who had just given me the best orgasm of my life.

He was gentle at first. His cock head nestling slowly against me for a few moments before he gradually moved inside me.

So this is what it felt like. This why so many girlfriends had only permitted it on special occasions. I winced and as he began to fuck me

I felt full, like I couldn’t breathe as I gave myself to this man. His pace increased and suddenly I realised that the pain was numbing and my dick was stiffening.

I felt used but I felt horny. He slowed his pace as if to check his orgasm and moved closer to me his lips resting on my back and his hand reaching round to stroke me.

He moved his hand in time to his cock, begin to build up his pace. As his speed increased he moved his hand away from me grasped my hips and began fucking me like I have fucked many girls in the past.

He didn’t last much longer and as I felt his body begin to tense, I subconsciously mirrored him, my cock straining and I felt my own orgasm coming from nowhere.

We came together in a volley of expletives and then collapsed onto the bed.

He slid out of me, his cock limp but his arm still clasped me in an almost child like embrace. He kissed me repeatedly on my back and neck before drifting off to sleep.

I lay there for about an hour shocked at what had just happened trying. I moved his arm from over me and dressed and let myself out before walking home through the cold, misty night.

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“Hey, Parker!” I heard Seth say a little too loudly. I looked around the locker room until I spotted him, stripped down to his underwear, his blonde, muscular body looking as beautiful as always. “I have a present for you.” He grabbed the ample bulge in his white briefs, “All you have to do is unwrap it.” The locker room exploded with laughter.

Ever since Seth fucked me, our friendship became more open, easy, like we had known each other our entire lives. Neither of us told Max about our having sex, and we kept to the arrangement with him by the strictest of terms, sometimes hooking up after working out or playing video games when Kurt was away doing god knows what with Bobby. The horseplay in the locker room was Seth’s crude way of expressing his feelings.

“Can I exchange it for something bigger?” I asked, raising my voice above the laughter, bringing even louder laughter. We approached each other, wearing shit eating grins, and slapped our hands together in a clasp of friendship, patting one another on the shoulders. We didn’t move in for a hug because Seth was practically naked, and the locker room was looking on.

“It gets bigger if you’re nice to it,” he said quietly as he laughed. “Hey, buddy, did Max tell you he wanted to talk to us at lunch?”

“Yeah, at the bleachers. Do you know what’s going on? He didn’t seem happy.”

“I have no idea.”

We parted, with Seth stripping out of his underwear and heading for the showers while I hung back a little. Coach made us run five miles, and my thigh muscles were screaming at me. I didn’t know how I was going to make it through the rest of the day.

When I arrived at the bleachers, Max and Seth were waiting, with Seth hugging Max from behind. I felt jealousy raise its ugly head, then soothed it down. As close as the three of us had become, there was no denying that Seth and Max shared a stronger bond. I was just an extra dick for Max’s ass, and occasionally another ass for Seth to fuck.

“What’s up?” I asked Max when I arrived. It was a Friday, Seth’s day with Max, and I felt uncomfortable under the circumstances.

“I have bad news,” Max started, pulling out of Seth’s embrace to lean against a pole supporting the bleachers, “I’m moving.”

“You’re what?” Seth asked. I could almost hear anger in his voice.

“When?” I asked, feeling helpless.

“This weekend.” He let the words float between the three of us fatih escort before continuing. “My mom got a great job offer in Houston, and she starts immediately. We found an apartment, and we’re moving this weekend.”

“That sucks,” Seth spat. He really was angry. I wasn’t sure how I felt. There was a lump in my throat, and I felt like I might throw up.

“We’ll help ya’ll pack,” I interjected, “Won’t we, Seth?” Max looked at Seth.

“Yeah, of course,” he agreed. I could hear the sadness in his voice. “It’s the least we can do.”

“If that’s all, I’ll leave you two alone,” I said as I began walking away. I wasn’t sure if Seth had it in him the fuck Max, but it was his day with him, however they chose to spend it.

“No, wait!” Seth called out to me, “If he’s leaving us, we should send him off right.”

“I wasn’t sure what he had in mind, but I was up for whatever he had in mind. Literally. Just the thought of the three of us having sex together was enough for me to pop an instant boner.

Max pulled down his pants while we pulled our hard cocks out. Seth indicated that he wanted me to fuck Max first, so I moved in behind him and spit on his hole before sliding my cock inside. Max moaned as I fucked him, and I was fucking him good, knowing it would be the last time I did. Seth tapped me on the shoulder, and I moved aside, watching him spit, then stuff his big cock into Max’s tiny ass. He fucked him for a while, then stepped aside. I took his place and fucked him some more. Max’s moans soon became screams as we each fucked him until we were close to cumming, then pulled out for the other to take over.

Losing track of time, we fucked for the entire hour. When the bell rang, we beat off together, filling Max’s mouth with our cum. I was surprised to see Seth lick the excess cum from Max’s face, which made me wonder how kinky Seth really was.

We all got to class late. I suffered the withering scowl of my English teacher, then daydreamed about Seth for the rest of the day. It was just the two of us now. How was that going to change the dynamics of our relationship? We were best buds, fucking the same guy. Now that the guy was gone, what connected us?

Seth and I dutifully arrived at Max’s house and helped pack boxes, then carry them out to the U-Haul truck. I disappeared for a while and picked up burgers at the Astro Café çapa escort for lunch. Then we waved good-bye as the truck pulled away as Max left our lives forever.

We stood quietly for a moment, looking at the dilapidated trailer, then at each other.

“Hey,” I said to him, “I have a new game back at the house. Wanna give it a go?”

“Not today,” he told me, “I’m not in the mood.”

We hugged tightly, and probably a little too long on the side of the road, then parted ways. I drove home, crying. It was all over now. I just knew it.

When I got home, Kurt was listening to Country Music on the radio while he worked on paying the bills. I hugged him from behind and kissed his hairy cheek. He turned his head and looked at me.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I lied, “But I could use some companionship, if you’re up to it.”

Kurt dropped what he was doing and started stripping out of his clothes. Apparently, he and Bobby had not had sex lately, and he was ready for some ass. I didn’t know if I was really in the mood, but I couldn’t think of anything better to do.

We stripped out of our clothes, then Kurt sat on the side of the bed, his big lubed cock pointing at the ceiling. I climbed onto his lap and slid down his cock, taking it to the root before slowly fucking myself with it. We kissed, holding each other for the longest time.

Kurt stood, holding me to him and started fucking me, slamming his big cock into me as my ass crashed against his pelvis. I screamed for more, finally forgetting about Max and Seth. He lay me on the edge of the bed and fucked me some more, giving me those long, slow strokes I loved so much. He knew me so well.

We never heard the front door open and close. The first we realized we weren’t alone is when we heard someone clear his throat loudly. Turning our heads, we saw Seth leaning against the bedroom doorway, his arms crossed, his face smiling.

“I changed my mind about the game,” he explained, “But this looks like more fun.” He started peeling off his shirt as he entered the room. By the time he reached us, he was completely naked and hard as a rock. Grabbing the lube, he stepped up behind Kurt. “Knowing this little fucker like I do, I’m guessing this won’t be the first time you’ve had a hard dick in your ass.”

Kurt buried himself in me as Seth lined up his cock güngören escort and drove it home, beginning to fuck Kurt with powerful thrusts almost immediately.

“This one is a keeper,” Kurt smiled down at me. He began fucking me again, eventually matching Seth’s thrusts. I felt like I was being fucked by both of my favorite men. Kurt seized up as he came inside me, while Seth pulled out of him. In time, Kurt moved aside, and Seth took his place.

“Hey, buddy,” he smiled, “Ready for the fuck of your life?”

I nodded and he entered me, fucking me hard, regaining his rhythm before bending forward to take my cock in his mouth to blow me while he fucked me. His lips felt amazing wrapped snugly around my cock while he thrust his dick in and out of me forcefully. I writhed under him, screaming his name, my finger tangled in his hair, until I came in his mouth. He fucked me harder after swallowing my cum and added his load to Kurt’s.

Looking around the room, I realized Kurt had left us alone. We remained together on the bed for a few minutes, snuggled together until his cock deflated and slipped from my ass.

“That was awesome,” I told him as he helped me to my feet.

“I’ve had some interesting experiences with Max,” he smiled bashfully, “And now I want to have them with you.”

“About Kurt…”

“Don’t worry about it,” he shushed me with a finger to my lips, “I’m used to sharing you. Besides, I may have had a few experiences with my brother.”

“Your brother?” I didn’t even know he had a brother.

“He’s away at college right now,” he explained, “He’s the reason I don’t get fucked. My ass kind of belongs to him.”

We laughed and got dressed, spending the rest of the day playing video games. At dinner time, I invited him to stay the night, and he agreed. We made love on the sofa, taking our time, exploring each other, and fell asleep in each other’s arms. After that night, we fucked our way through the remainder of school and all of the summer, occasionally engaging in three-ways with Kurt or Seth’s brother to shake things up.

In Autumn, Seth went away to college, where he met and fell madly in love with a well hung Alabama boy, but we talk on the phone or text each other nearly every day. I chose to attend college at Lamar University in Beaumont so I could commute from home. Kurt and I finally came to an understanding that I wasn’t going anywhere and became exclusive with one another. I graduated with a Masters in Chemistry and got a job with the oil company. We live happily together to this day in the little cabin in the woods.

Our may not be what most people think of as a normal couple, but I love my uncle, and I know he loves me. In the end, isn’t that all that matters?

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Luis stormed into his room, violently shutting the door. The floor shook and the noise only added to his anger. He was fuming…he was raging and his emotions were definitely out of control. He was sweating and his wound had once begun hurting but that was nothing compared to what he was feeling. He was really angry and he hated Aidan so much.

“No…” Luis screamed, furiously putting his hands on his head.

“No…” He walked straight to his bed and hit his fists on it so hard. Then he gripped the bedding in a fist as his breaths became really violent. In one swing, he pulled the beddings from the bed, throwing them away. Then he began hitting on the bed as hard as he could. He was trying to get rid of his anger but it just kept on increasing. His heart was pounding deep in his chest, threatening to rip out.

“No!” He cried out in pain.

He didn’t like the way he was feeling at all. He just wanted to get rid of everything that had happened. He was trying to forget but it just wasn’t working. All he kept on seeing were the pictures of what had happened a few minutes ago and how his father had ruined his life, his own father.

Luis furiously sat on the bed, burying his head in his palms. He then gripped his hair so hard, pulling on it as hard as he could.

“Ah!” He screamed, furiously getting up from the bed. Never in his entire life had he ever felt like that before. He wanted to vent out his anger on something but want. “Fuck…” He screamed, moving from side to side, pulling on anything that he saw.

He kept on throwing and disarranging things that he saw, hitting his head from time to time. In less than a minute, everywhere was a mess. He screamed his anger out till he couldn’t do it anymore. He was filled with so much rage. His eyes were blood red and he had even forgotten the number of times that he had to rub his tears. It was really so bad.

Hitting things as he screamed, Luis heard the door opening. He didn’t even bother to see who it was but if it was that foolish boy, god help, Luis was gonna hit him so hard. He didn’t care what was gonna happen next, he just wanted to ruin the life of the boy that had ruined his.

Ignoring the footsteps that were coming closer, he stormed to a nearby wall and hit his head so hard. He didn’t even feel any pain. He just wanted to die with the way that he was feeling at that moment.

“Luis!” He heard his sister’s voice. “Luis, stop it.”

Hearing that voice which at least gave him some hope, he raised his face and stared at her. He still was angry but he couldn’t hurt his only sister. He loved her a lot and he knew he could count on her.

“Oh my god,” Hanna gasped, staring at his forehead. “You are bleeding. Let me…”

“Forget it,” Luis snapped, getting away from her. “What’s the point?” He furiously walked from side to side. “My father has just ruined my life.”

“I understand you.” Hanna said in a serious tone. She too was angry at her father for doing that to her only brother. “But that wound needs to be attended to. Its bleeding again and I don’t want…”

“This is nothing.” Luis fumed, pointing angrily to his wound. He could truly feel that he was bleeding but he absolutely didn’t care. “It is nothing compared to what I am feeling. I don’t care if I bleed to death. That will be better than what my father has done to me.”

“Stop saying that,” Hanna said, putting her hand on her brother’s shoulder. “I really understand you. I know exactly how you feel right now. Believe me I do. What father has done is unfair. It is that boy’s fault and I hate him for that. He lied to father and…”

“I don’t care that he lied.” Luis bellowed. “I don’t give a damn about it. He has ruined my life completely and I hate him for that.”

Just then, the door opened again and his mother came rushing in together with his granny. When she saw the state he was in, she gasped and rushed to him. She held him tightly but he brushed her and angrily groaned. She noticed just how her son was. She even got scared with the kind of anger that he was expressing.

“Luis!”

“Mother, please…” He said angrily, hitting his head once again.

“Luis! Your wound is bleeding again.” Ruby said with concern. “Please, stop hitting yourself. You’ll only hurt yourself even…”

“Hurt?” Luis chuckled bitterly. “This is nothing to what I am feeling. I am already hurt with father’s actions back there. How could he do this to me? I am his fucking son.” Luis didn’t care the language he was using in front of his mother and his granny. “He was supposed to favor me and punish that foolish boy. Now he has me married to that…that…” he had no word to use on that foolish boy. He felt like his heart taksim escort was about to blow up. So many words were ringing in his mind, giving him a really sharp headache. “How could he do this to me? ‘” He said, tears forming in his eyes. “Is he even my real father?”

“Don’t say that?” Granny begged. “He is your father.”

“Then why…” He gulped, gesturing with his hand. “…why did he do that to me? Why did he have to ruin my life like that?”

“You don’t understand any…”

“What’s there to fucking understand?” Luis yelled, filling the whole room with his angry voice. “There is nothing you can say to justify what he did back there.” He pointed angrily towards the door. The people that were with him couldn’t believe that Luis was that angry. He had never spoken to any of them in that manner and not to talk of seeing him that angry.

“I hate him so much for this.” Luis seethed, breathing harshly. His breath came out so harsh, it made him fume.

“Don’t say that.” Queen Ruby said in a high pitched voice. “Your father did what he thought was right. He judged according to what he felt was for the best. Please, whatever he has done, he is still your father.”

“Do I have to thank you?” Luis said harshly, yelling in his mother’s face. “He ruined my life. I had a perfect life until it was ruined today. That boy…”

“Your father did what he thought was right.” Granny said, rubbing his shoulder to make him calm. “He is the king of this land and he is your father. He had to play the role of both. What he did was not right but it was not his fault. All of us heard…”

“I don’t care if he is the king and father of this whole nation.” Luis yelled, shrugging his shoulder to get his granny’s hand off. “Before being the king of this land, he is my father.” He emphasized. “I expected him to be a father to me today. What he did is worse than what…”

“Don’t say that?” The queen shouted, trying to defend her husband. “You saw what happened back there. He is a generous king and things like that have happened before.”

“It is that foolish boy’s fault.” Luis hollered. “I will never accept him as my spouse.” He declared. “Father should have considered my feelings. He should have had that boy punished alone. I was the one that got hurt and yet he still hurt me once again. What kind of father is he?” He yelled. “He got me married to a stupid boy who…”

“Please,” granny said softly. “Have you even considered how that boy is feeling?”

“Why should I?” Luis snapped. “I don’t even care if he rots in hell right now. All I know is that he is going to pay for this. He is probably happy somewhere because he got married in this palace. But I will never accept him. I will never be a husband to him. I never even wanted to get married in the first place.”

“Luis is right.” Hanna supported, crossing her arms on her chest. “I hate that boy a lot. He is the reason why my brother is in this state. I am sure he got what he wanted in the first place. He has ruined my brother’s life and I will not accept him as my brother in law.”

Granny sighed and then looked at Ruby. She knew that her grandson was mad but blaming the poor boy was not the right thing to do. As much as she was angry with her son, she also knew that the poor boy was not to be blamed for what had happened. She had clearly seen that he wasn’t happy as well with the outcome of the situation.

“Blaming the poor boy is not a solution.” Granny said softly, trying to get to her grandson. “Besides, there is nothing we can do right now. Everything is done. You are now that boy’s husband and I think you need to take that responsibility. Don’t hurt him for what he didn’t do.”

“What?” Luis fixed his gaze on his granny, trying to understand the woman that was standing in front of him. “Who are you?” He asked.

“What?”

“You are not my grandmother.” He nodded in disagreement. “My grandmother wouldn’t say that to me. My grandmother would have supported me and tried to help me out.”

Granny chuckled softly, nodding her head. “I am your grandmother.” She said. “I might not be supporting your decision to hurt the boy but I am trying to help you out here.” She went closer and wrapped her arms around him. “That boy is not to be blamed for all this. You had been following him around and you were harassing him. Your father made that decision and he didn’t do it. You heard what he said back there right?” She reminded him. “I know he made a wrong decision and it is not fair to you and that boy.” She was speaking to him so softly and was glad he was listening. “You don’t even know how he is feeling right now. The poor boy is probably crying.”

“Granny, please…”

“Just like I have supported you,” She began. “You have always listened to me. Please, calm down. Being angry won’t solve this problem. Just look around you,” She moved her finger around, showing him just what he had done. “You have messed up the whole room. Has it helped in any way? No! topkapı escort And look at yourself,” She pointed to his forehead. “Your wound is bleeding and yet it hasn’t helped you. Please, calm down. I am as mad at the king as you are right now. He shouldn’t have done that to you and that poor boy.”

“Mother is right,” Queen Ruby said softly. “All of us pleaded with your father but you know how he is. Besides, you also heard the warning he gave you. If he ever hears any fights, he will incur his wrath on you. You don’t want that. That boy was wrong but he didn’t make the decision. Your father made that decision and he is to be blamed for it. But just like mother said,” She gave a gloomy sigh. She hated what had been done to her son. “There is nothing we can do. We cannot oppose your father. We have no choice but to obey him.”

Hearing what her mother had just said, Hanna rolled her eyes in anger. She then growled, feeling the hatred for the boy increasing deep in her heart. He was to be blamed for it all and she was gonna make him suffer for it. How could her father marry her brother with a common pauper? He was supposed to marry with someone who was near his class. Now she had some stinking, foolish and stupid pauper as her brother in law? Not gonna happen.

“I will never accept that boy.” Luis said, feeling tears pouring down his cheeks. His anger was still there but he got really hurt. “I am his son,” He sobbed. “How could he do this to me?”

“Please,” Queen Ruby begged, rubbing her son’s back. “You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.” She breathed. “Just don’t hurt that boy.”

“If you ask me,” Hanna shrugged. “That boy deserves to be…”

“Will you shut up?” Queen Ruby snapped, threatening to slap her daughter. “Your brother is hurt here. Please, don’t make him feel worse than he feels right now.” She warned. “You are supposed to make him feel better and not make him feel worse. “Can’t you see the state that he is in?”

“But…”

“Will you get out of here?” Queen Ruby yelled.

Hanna groaned and then began walking out angrily. She was still going before she heard the queen’s voice again.

“And call a maid to clean this place up.”

She then moved to Luis. “Sweetie, please, don’t hurt yourself okay?”

“He has ruined my life.” Luis sobbed, trying to rub his tears off. “I am his son. He should have understood me. He should have found another punishment for me.” His voice was rising again. “He shouldn’t have done this to me. I never wanted to get married. I never wanted to be a husband. If he was desperate for me to get married he should have found someone rich and someone that I would have loved.” He quickly rubbed his whole tears off when he felt the anger building deep down inside of him.

“Please,” Granny begged, equally rubbing his back. “There is nothing we can do.”

“But no,” Luis’ voice rose again. He pulled away from his granny and his mother and went at a distance. “He just had to marry me off to someone that I hate so much.” He came closer to his mother and stared at her. “He promised never to meddle into my affairs.” Luis said as he felt tears building in his eyes again. “I promised to give him my choice of a guy. He agreed with everything but he went back on his word and got me married to someone that I hate.” A tear fell down his cheeks which he furiously rubbed.

“Circumstances forced him to go back on his word.” Granny said softly. “Please, calm down.”

“The boy had insulted me.” Luis pointed at himself, another tear falling down. He rubbed it again. “I only did that because I wanted to get back at him.” He said softly. “Father knew exactly what had happened. He was angry about what that boy did to me. He was about to punish the boy. He was about to make him pay for what happened?” He cried. Then he buried his head on his mother’s chest, giving muffled cries. “He shouldn’t have done that. I will never accept that boy.”

“Luis!” Queen Ruby raised his head and cupped his cheeks, staring deep into his eyes. It was like she was sharing in his pain. She looked at his wound and it was still bleeding. The cotton wool was already red and the blood was almost reaching his eye.

“Please, I understand your pain.” She said softly. “You don’t have to accept the boy if you don’t want to. I understand the reason why you did it. Just don’t disobey your father okay?” She spoke so softly, now moving her hands on her son’s face, rubbing his tears. “Don’t be angry or cry anymore okay?” She smiled. “I don’t like seeing you like this. It breaks my heart knowing that my baby is crying and hurting.”

“But…”

“Shh…” She whispered, giving him a wonderful smile. “That wound needs to be cleaned before the blood blinds your eyes.” She spoke softly. “Let’s get out of here so that we can have it cleaned.” She smiled. “Don’t forget that we all love here. We love you a lot and we will never leave you alone to suffer. Your father cares about you too. I just hope you didn’t beyoglu escort mean what you said?”

Luis remained quiet, trying to hide his anger. He still hated his father and the boy but his mother spoke to him so sweetly. He couldn’t shout at her anymore. His father and the boy were to be blamed for everything that had happened. It was all their fault and he wasn’t gonna accept Aidan as his husband. He wasn’t gonna ruin his life as a playboy. He didn’t care whether he was a married man now or not. He was gonna live his life. Nothing was going to change.

“Let’s go have that wound cleaned.”

Luis nodded at his mother’s suggestion. He followed her and his granny to have his wound cleaned. One thing he didn’t want to do was accept that he was now a married man. That was never gonna happen because he was not the kind to fall in love. And never would he fall in love with someone like Aidan.

Never!

***

Aidan was slowly walking on the big road leading away from the palace. It was a long road lined with pine trees. No car was passing around since it was leading from the palace. His mind was elsewhere, thinking about what had happened while he was in the palace. He couldn’t accept the fact that he was married at that age. And to a man he hated and never wanted to do anything with.

What happened to his dreams of marrying the man he would love and one who would love him back? Now his life was ruined because of the prince’s foolishness and something that he didn’t do. He still couldn’t accept it because he didn’t want.

Aidan had just run away from the palace and was still not far. It had almost been an hour since he ran out of the big palace. He had been walking slowly without any intentions of going back. He had never been to the palace before but had seen it from far away.

He was going home to his granny and his brother. He was gonna stay with them and didn’t care about the consequences either. He was not gonna accept being married to someone as rude and arrogant as the prince. What was worse was that the prince was also a playboy. How could he accept such a man as his husband? It was just impossible.

Aidan was walking really slowly. The walk home was gonna be long but it was gonna give him some time to think and clear some things from his mind. He had his arms crossed on his chest while his breath was getting faster. His heart hadn’t stopped pounding ever since he had gotten out of the palace. He was lost in his thoughts.

Aidan was so preoccupied that he didn’t even see the car coming towards him. He only heard a honk that made him stop. He looked in the direction of the car and saw that it was a palace car. He didn’t want to do anything with it so he just ignored it and got lost in his thoughts again. If only he could find a place where he would get his worries away? It would be really nice and he would be able to think properly but he was stuck and he was not going anywhere with his thoughts.

The car honked again, making Aidan look behind him. He noticed that the car was going really slow, probably following him. Realizing that the car was following him, he groaned and then picked up his pace. He was now walking really fast, ignoring the honks from the car. There was only a guard and a driver and he could clear see that.

“Wait!” The guard hollered from the car. “Please, wait.”

Aidan took a glance behind and he just nodded. He never even bothered to stop or say anything. He never ever wanted to do anything that was related to the palace or the prince. He hated everything that reminded him of the prince whether he was married to him or not. He just didn’t like him and that was really final.

“Please…” The guard pleaded. “The king has ordered me.”

Hearing that it was from the king, Aidan abruptly stopped and stood still without even turning back. As much as he was angry and hated the prince, he didn’t want to disobey the king’s orders. He knew the consequences could be too bad for him so he stopped. He heard the car parking and then footsteps coming towards him.

What followed left him speechless and surprised? As he stood there waiting for the guard to say what the king had sent him to say, the guard rushed in front of him and knelt down bowing his head. Then he began talking, surprising Aidan greatly.

“Your highness,” the guard said softly.

“What?” Aidan gasped, passing his finger through his hair. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “What…did you just call me?” He quavered.

“Your highness,” The guard repeated, bowing his head once again.

“Don’t call me that?” Aidan warned, pointing his finger at the guard. “I am not royalty. And will please, leave me alone?”

“Your high…”

“Didn’t you hear me?” Aidan snapped, feeling really angry. He didn’t want anything associated with the prince. “Don’t call me that?”

“What am I supposed to call the crown prince’s husband?” The guard bowed in humility. “That is the only way I can call you.”

Aidan nodded his head in anger. “Just leave me alone.” He said, beginning to walk forward. He felt a slight headache starting over what had happened. “Please, go away from me.”

“I am sorry,” The guard apologized. He rushed to Aidan and bowed once again. “I can’t leave you alone. The king instructed me to follow you everywhere. I am at your service my prince.”

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