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The next weekend I was out of town on a work trip. It was a slog and not very interesting but I did manage to get up to some fun after hours. I scored twice, each a true conquest.
The first guy was a 23-year-old jock and former college football player. He was fun and sexy with an angelic face and blond hair. When we met, he had that typical arrogant jock attitude that always made for an interesting conquest. He spent the first part of our encounter boasting about his sexual prowess and his alpha nature. I let him talk, knowing that it would make his eventual surrender even more of a mind fuck for him. In the end, despite all his posturing and posing, I showed him what a true alpha was like. I showed him things about his mind and his body that he had no idea even existed. Things a more advanced man could only show, not tell.
By the time I left him, Mr. “I only top other guys” had crashed hard onto my cock. I opened up his ass to not only a good dick but also his inner submissive pussy. Watching him on his knees, whimpering as he sucked on my dick while I fingered out his asshole was a lot of fun. His head twisted and full, as he was down on his knees like some woodland animal, suckling on a teet. Instead, he was at work sucking on my cock while he got a master class on the art of finger banging by my big hands.
There is a certain look that a young stud has when he realizes he’s now been turned out as a guy who loves ass play. It’s another thing entirely witnessing the utter defeat combined with inner uncontrollable sexual heat and the need to take another man’s cum deep inside him. To be cunted to the point of no return Looking at him, begging me to fuck him just “one more time” was sweet. I mean, how much cum could I pump into this human eclair? Turns out 5 was his lucky number.
The second guy was a 46-year-old married (to a woman) leather (I found out later) daddy. He was hot and while married guys can have some awkward moments, one big plus is the excitement of a double life. Having that second one, on the down low, can create a hotbed of sexual tension and excitement.
He had regular “boys” he connected with while he was traveling and I suspect he thought he was adding me to the fold. In my opinion, guys like this make the best bitch. The straight man, his wife at home, strutting around in their leather gear, the manly game of leather and strutting so deeply woven into their self-image. Sometimes, that bravado hides an inner alter nature that is begging to be released—something more submissive. Something that dwells below the surface that they can’t quite grasp. When we hooked up, I suggested we ‘switch things up a bit’, and try something different. He was game and after 20 minutes of trying something different, he was in way over his head. I’d laid a mind-trap and he’d blindly walked into it.
By the time I had him heated up, I knew he would do almost anything to score that high. He probably thought that he was putting the moves on me, but by the end of the night, I’d not only stripped him of his leathers (and with it his self-image), I had him impaled on my cock and begging to have his daddy-cunt drilled out good. He had no idea this was even in him until I started slowly tearing him down…brick by brick. He just stood there, caught in some sort of erotic paralysis…watching me take his power, his control, his dominance. I’m sure that part of him wanted it to stop, but the part of him that didn’t somehow won out. Before he knew it, I was calling all the shots. He was probably waiting for this moment his whole life, but when it arrived, his dominant persona went immediately on hiatus. His sub sub-conscious came roaring out and had him on his knees in record time.
A cock as beautiful as mine can be mesmerizing and, if you’ve read my encounter with Bill, you know what a slippery slope it can be from taking a closer look to getting nailed to the wall. This guy was not another Alpha poser, not a fake top, more of an Alpha with a beta inside who just needed someone like me to occasionally unlock it. Someone to bring out his inner pussy-boy, so it could be satisfied and then put back to bed for a while. Great guy though, and while part of him would now be my boy forever, I definitely helped him up his game. I sent back to his fold stronger than ever and ready to take it to the next level. All I asked was his devotion and his pledge of submission. We ended up hitting it off on many levels and I still know the cock-sucker to this day. So, both these guys were more in keeping with my normal diet, but part of me did wonder how my boy was working out at home. It’s funny, he was into the faggot label much more than I was. When not in the act of dominating him, I thought much more of him as a boy than a faggot. I realized it was partly about how he carried himself. Even after all I’d done to him, he still had an air of self-respect.
It was also advantageous, as every time I did him it was like I was dominating him for the first time. It was like holding a beach ball underwater…you just know no matter how hard you push it down; it’s going to pop back up. That really worked for me, as it was like I was dominating him for the first time every time, which played into my need for a good takedown. All in all, this situation was proving to have many advantages. From hot sex to personal valet, I had it all. I didn’t message him while away, but I did check in on him via the security camera in the living room, working diligently to make my place shine. The following Thursday I ended up late to the gym. When I arrived, I found him still there and working on his shoulders. He was totally fucking it up, so I went over to redirect him—but totally on the down low. Inspired by my married buddy, I wanted him to feel the thrill that the DL Factor provides, and nobody was around if he fucked up.
“Hey man, can I give you a tip?”
He looked at me, shocked that I was speaking to him. “Oh, ahhh, a tip…yes…that would be great, Sir.”
I chuckled.
“So, here," I paused and repositioned him. “The thing about lateral raises is there’s no need to go higher than the top of your shoulder.” I reached under his arms and rotated up with him. My back pressed to his and my crotch just grazing his ass.
"I know it feels like you’re working out more, but I’d rather you just go to here.” I gestured out parallel to the top of his shoulders.
“And I love an explosive moment,” I taunted, “but control is the most important thing." I glared slightly. "You’ll also reduce the chance of injuring yourself. You feel me?”
“Thank you. That really helps. I’m trying to get myself in shape after kind of letting it go for a few years.” He replied, playing it cool.
“I get it man. You’re still young enough. Push on.” I could see that my instruction was having the desired effect on him. He always had that look that indicated to me that his inner faggot nature was being activated.
“Thank you…” he looked around, “Sir.” He said with just the right hint of respectful deference in his voice.
I nodded with no expression and continued my workout. By now, I knew my boy well enough to know that attitude would only increase his craving to submit to me. Later in the locker room, he stumbled in a few minutes behind me. The gym was deserted by now and I was already in my towel but nodded to the handicapped stall in the bathroom. He followed and closed the door behind him. I motioned to his crotch.
“Let me see, faggot.” I said softly but sternly.
He moaned slightly. Looking somewhat embarrassed, he pushed his shorts and jockeys down and showed me his locked-up cock. It was in a sort of black mesh plastic and now that we were in the stall, I could see he was getting stiff, his cock being squeezed through the openings in the frame.
“God, you fucking really are whipped. How you feeling?” I grinned.
“Sir, I…” he stopped. By now I could see his face was growing flushed with sexual arousal. He sheepishly looked up at me and continued. “Thank you for locking me up. I’ve stopped masturbating completely…but…”
“But what?” I sharply asked. I glared at him.
“I’m so horny.” He whimpered.
“Heh….” I chuckled, “Nobody said you wouldn’t be.” At this point, I walked over, raised my right arm behind my head, grabbed his neck with my left hand, and pushed his face into my sweaty, musky pit.
“Ohhhhmmpppffff…” he sighed as his mouth and nose were pushed into the deep cave of my armpit and smothered, my pec on one side and lat on the other. His tongue eagerly lept against my hairy pit, bathing it while softly moaning.
I whispered, “There you go faggot. Clean me out.” I said as I pushed his face around my pit, mashing his face into it and using his tongue like a sweat towel. “Get a good whiff too, pussy boy.”
I continued and pushed him deeper and then brought him out to suck on my pec and nip. He had mad skills, as you know, but now in this slightly more dangerous location, he really poured it on. His mouth and tongue worked overtime to bring my thick chest some real intense pleasure. I held onto his head tight, my fingers bound up in his hair as I groaned softly, my hand using his mouth to pleasure my pecs, left and right. My eyes were rolling back as I used this faggot once again. He was getting more and more into it when I pulled him up and off.
“Good faggot.” I said.
He gazed at me through dilated pupils. By now he was so lost in the heat of our short but pungent encounter. I wondered if he was fully conscious of anything else around him. I grabbed him by the shirt and glared at him, not wanting to make unwarranted noise in the stall.
“Thank you, Sir.” He quickly and quietly replied.
I stepped back out into the locker room and walked to the shower. I made sure to stand at the head that allowed him to see me the whole time and even added a few extra minutes to my shower time for him. He just stood there, holding his clothes, panting like a dog in heat while staring at me with that hungry look that I knew so well. At one point he kept cradling his caged junk and lightly groaning. Now that he was locked down, he couldn’t easily shower with the cage on and he wasn’t allowed to take it off, so for weeks now he’d been showering at home. I enjoyed the worship from agaire and He certainly got an eyeful. I even made sure to chub up my cock a bit to give him an extra show. I get off on men watching me and it’s the kind of thing that happens all the time. But here in the shower, it was especially interesting.
Afterward, I walked out, my eyes boring into him as I approached, exited the shower, turned left, and kept walking. At the end of all the rows of lockers was a right turn toward the sauna. I turned the corner and disappeared from view. It was time for stage two.
Now, we all know he watched me every step of the way. We also know that now that he was caged, he was trapped in a state of endless hornyness. A state that would make him not only more devoted but also more pliable. My goody two-shoes faggot might go to a sauna, steam room, or shower, but he’d never do anything there. Well, anything more than watch. He was too bound in the programming of his life thus far. His new goals were now pushing him to do and try new things and the positive reinforcement he’d gotten this far was only making the conversion faster and deeper. So yeah, my horned-up puppy watched me walk away and around the corner. But I knew he was not far behind. After all, a sauna is not a shower….one never needs to be naked.
I continued down the side hall to the sauna turned again and entered. Inside, I flipped off the heater, went to the end, climbed up onto the upper row, and sat down, my towel draped around me and over my crotch, but pulled slightly apart.
After just a few minutes sitting in the warm dry heat, my faggot entered and closed the door. “Sir, I know this is your time and please forgive me for disturbing you. I know you are probably tired after the day and just want to sit and relax, but I am nothing if not a good faggot. Is there anything I can do for you, sir?” He asked.
I sat, ignoring him for a few seconds, biding my time, but within a few seconds more he got down on one knee.
“Get up faggot. Sit at my feet.”
“Oh, yes sir. Yes.” He replied scampering down to my end of the sauna. His towel was tight around his waist, but you could see his cock cage. The way it was mounted it pushed his dick out a bit too high and abruptly. He had done a good job of bunching up the towel to conceal it as much as possible, and honestly, if you didn’t know it was there you’d probably been oblivious.
Now, I should mention that I had done my preplanning here. My buddy Rick was managing the gym tonight. I had known Rick for years now. He was married now but we’d played around a few times in the past. Mostly just jerking off, but he did suck me off once or twice. He was jacked and lean, bout an inch shorter than me but well built and well hung. He had a nice way about him and even though married, he’d regaled me with a few stories of random hookups that had taken place over that time. Nothing too intense, but a little excitement on the side. For the two weeks I’d been gone, I had Rick monitoring my faggots workout schedule to make sure our schedules would align and our next interaction would bring him to the next level of debauchery.
I was not. As he entered he was unsure of what was going on. He knew we were in a public place, but what he didn’t know was that I had a little plan put together. I had had Rick close up early. Nobody was ever in the gym this late and I had done the rounds earlier to confirm that before starting my plan.
Faggot was unsure what to do and what to look at as he sat at 90 degrees to me, facing the wall and at my feet on the low bench.
I adjusted my towel and he glance up awkwardly, looking like something from a 70’s porno. I rubbed my stiffening bone a few times, settling in and positioning it in a way that made his blood boil. After sitting for a few minutes in a room full of tension, my cock was not snaking forward and up. My hand gently pulled my towel to the side and allowed my cock head to peek out of the towel covering my crotch just so. The head was already swollen and flushed.
He sat quietly, locked and loaded, but with no way to pull the trigger. He could not control his eyes and kept glancing up at the cock that he had come to know, to love, to worship. After a minute, I pulled my towel fully away…leaving my cock bobbing out in the dry hot air…thick, long, heavy, shining in the dim light. A ribbon of prejizz dripped and hung down, like a single filament of a spider’s web. He still sat still, unclear what to do, where to look, or where to go. He licked his lips.
“Stand up faggot.” I said.
“Time for my locked down little pus to step up and work for it.” I snarled as I slowly spread my legs wider, the towel now slipping over and off my thick, striated quads.
He stood and turned to the side. He looked back at the door and the window in it and when he was sure it was safe he stepped over to me. As he approached he opened his mouth, looked up in my eyes, and then stopped.
The door was behind him now, and in it the the small window. He stopped just before he would have started down on my tool and looked back again to see if anyone was looking in. Even if he had bothered to do a sweep of the gym and saw nobody about, he could not have known that by the time his face was buried in my pit, Rick had already closed up shop. He didn’t know that the gym was empty, that even the last stragglers were gone and for that reason his apprehension was palpable.
“Sir, I….I’m worried we could get caught. I…I have a job. This could be bad.” He said softly.
“Faggot, do I look like I care about your concerns?”
“No sir…but…” he looked again over his shoulder, “FUCK.” He closed his eyes and shook his head. No doubt aware of the fact that as an owned faggot, he had no choice but to do what he was told. Still, he could not keep from looking back at the window.
“Faggot, I own your pathetic existence, remember?”
“Yes, sir.” His agreement to my reminder of his loss of free will was creating an inner conflict that was now flooding him with arousal. If there is one thing I had learned about faggots it’s that this inner conflict between doing something he should not be doing created an endless reservoir of sexual arousal. His mind was reeling as he considered what he was bout to do. Slowly he turned one final time toward me and began to lower his mouth onto my cock.
“Mmmmmmm….ats it cock-sucker. That little pit bath in the stall was just the appetizer. Time for you to chow down on the first course now—A nice juicy tube steak. And faggot, I am going to use you 8 ways from Sunday before I let you waddle out of here. You feel me boy?”
He nodded, already lost in the rush of my cock sliding through his hot wet mouth, over his tongue, through his tonsils, and down his throat. His faggot soul blossomed as he gave it up for my oversized junk. My hand came to the back of his neck and pushed him down.
“Look at me faggot!” I barked.
His eyes snapped open as his formerly blissed existence was suddenly reminded that he was here performing for me, not himself. I pulled him off my cock, slapped him a few times with it, “You are nothing,” and then stuffed him back down around it. It was like my dick was Santa. Unlimited holiday fun was waiting if he just worked my log down his chimney. He gagged and choked but kept on working it down.
“Suuuuuuck faggot, suuuuuckkkk.” I groaned.
By now he was already losing track of the situation. But that was about to change. As he sucked my cock I leaned forward, pushing him all the way down as I released the towel from his waist. It dropped onto the dirty floor but he paid it no mind. I think at this moment, after being in the cage for over a week, he forgot himself and his particular situation. He was nursing on his favorite cock and that had his thinking brain offline. The reality was he was in a sauna, naked, his cock locked down, bent over, with his perky ass to the door.
“Faggot, how you feeling about being on display right now? Being owned by another man. Having that man force you to lock down your cock and balls? The cage, so tight around your junk…reminding you you are not in control. You are living your fantasy.”
He grunted as if wanting to reply but he was too full of cock for any verbal response. Abruptly the door opened with a bang.
“What the fuck is this shit?” Rick said sharply as he entered.
My exposed faggot panicked but my other hand came quickly to the back of his head and held him down. He flailed as he tried to get back up off the rod that was stuck in his esophagus, but he could not. My hand held him tight. Panicking, he pulled harder, but to no avail. His spastic attempts to get my throbbing tool out of his throat only made my cock expand and throb even more as the hotness of the scene transpired. And at the same time, the conflict, tension, and arousal from the idea of getting caught were now full-on transpiring in his little mind.
“Sup Rick?”
“JT?” Rick queried, acting like he did not know it was me.
“Yeah man, how goes?”
“Shit, I heard you had a new faggot…and I’m guessing by this loser’s locked-up junk, SHE must be it.” He replied, throwing some pronouns shit into the mix. Judging from my faggots reaction, that hit nailed his libido.
I slowly allowed my faggot up so he could breathe, but held him there, bent over, his perfect, smooth ass facing the door, shining with sweat now in the dim light of the sauna. The door closed and Rick walked closer, reaching out and touching my boy’s hot ass.
“Fuck man, this is prime. You mind if I have a quick bite?”
“Naw, go for it, man. Just be quick,” I suggested as if we were really in a position we could get caught in.
Rick lowered himself down and squatted on the floor, his own ample dick hanging out of his towel. He reached up to grab the caged junk now hanging between my faggots legs. He snickered as he pulled it and then pushed his face into the crack of my boy’s ass and started tonguing his no-doubt spasming cunt.
It was by no means a quick bite.
Rick groaned and pushed his face forward making my bitch suddenly swallow a whole lot more cock. He flailed again, and groaned, as Rick expertly worked over his hole.
He pushed and pulled and licked and munched and generally deflowered my little cunt’s cunt. After 5 or 10 minutes, he stood.
“Fuck JT. That’s some nice piece of hole you got there. I gotta go home to Gloria, but would not mind dipping my wick in there for a little while. You mind? I understand if you do, and forgive me for asking, but I feel like maybe you’re hoping for a visitor.” He added again flushing my faggots brain with excitement.
“Yeah, go for it man. Show him what you got.”
I reached over beside me and began unscrewing the bottle of poppers my faggot was getting to know well.
Of course, he had not seen the popper nor the bottle of lube that Rick had stashed in there earlier. He silently opened his hand and poured some on and then spit in his hand for good measure. He then smeared it all over my cunt ass. Kevin shuddered hard as Rick’s hands steadied him like a startled bull….or maybe a former bull. He had no idea how arranged this situation was but his perception was this was happening in public.
Rick began fingering my whore’s hot hole as I held the bottle under his left nostril.
“Take a deep whiff faggot.” I said as I held the bottle while pinching his right nostril.
“Sniiiiiiffffffffff….”
“Good faggot…now the other.”
“SSSSNNNNIIIIiiiiffffffffff…….”
I pulled the bottle back, my piece of shit faggot looking up with bleary and dilated eyes. A goofy smile came to his lips which were still stretched around my swollen dong.
Rick stepped up and began his assault. “Yeah, that’s it baby girl, you get ready to take me deep. Looks like JT has already done some work on you back here. This hole ain’t tight, but it ain’t loose either. Gonna load you up, good baby girl. Get ready for me.” He looked up at me. “Fuck JT, you have all the luck.”
I smiled a sly smile. “Enjoy the ride, buddy.”
Rick began his onslaught pushing and grunting as he stuffed my faggots cunt with acres of cock. After a few winces and groans, he relaxed. The poppers were now becoming his thing and I gave him a few more hits to help him settle in. His sucking only improved as he got drilled out deep by Rick’s big dick. I throttled back a bit, allowing my faggot time to feel the tool that was opening his ass as my dick idled in his mouth.
“Yeah, found yourself a serious piece of ass here. That’s it, baby girl, take my big BLACK cock.”
Looking down at my faggots face I watched as his eyes went wide with the realization that he was sliding up and down his first BBC. The look of excitement and heat coming through his eyes bubbled over into his cock sucking as he pushed down all the way with each aggressive shove of the black cock inside him. His squeals and moans only added to the scene.
After about 5 minutes I pulled my cocksucker completely free of my dick. His breathing, while labored was within bounds and his eyes were frantic with sexual lust. He stared up at me, “Oh…Sir…I…getting in me…so deep…I’m…ass…on fire…”
Rick responded in kind. “Ats it faggot, gettin’ done up right. Only thing been in you deeper is JT himself, ain’t that right faggot. Fuck baby, yeah, gonna knock you up good…get you preggers with my black jizz. You’d like that wouldn’t you slut…fuck yeah….fuck you’s good baby girl….JT’s little bitch is a full-on slut for real men…ain’t you bitch….”
“Oh…I’m a slut? Yes…I’m…oh god, I’m a slut…” my faggot questioned. I nodded and pushed him back down for a while. After about 5 minutes of Rick’s relentless plowing, I pulled him back up off my dick. His breathing, while labored was within bounds and his eyes were frantic with sexual lust.
“Ats it pus, gettin’ done up right. This what you wanted in the parking lot that night, faggot? This how you wanted to be used? Well, there’s gonna be a price to pay for receiving a fuck like this and I will be extracting that later.”
“Sir, ohhh, yes…whatever you need…whatever you want…fuck, black….black….black cock fucking my faggot hole…while you pound out my throat. I’m…oh fuck…I’m so fagged…Sir. I’m so cunted. I’m a slut, Sir…I’m your slut. Your faggot slut.”
He pulled free and began an intense tongue bath of my balls and taint, working them over with as much attention and slick lime as he had been using on my throbbing cock. I let my head fall back and relaxed a second as he worked on me. Rick was now pounding out my faggot at speed. His cock sawing over my pussy’s prostate and deep into his hole. We were all covered in sweat, two jacked men and one smooth sweaty faggot between us getting skewered like a rotisserie chicken. The actual heat was still high, but the heat from the scene was inferno hot.
“Fuck, yeah, so fucking wet, so fucking hot. Prime piece of ass here. Fuck, JT….I’m gonna…oh hell yea, I’m gonna……shit….gonna cum in this faggot ass…get ready…FUUUUCCCCKKKKKKK….” Rick bellowed as he began offloading what seemed like a fucking quart of sperm in my faggot. It just went on and on.
By now I had lifted my faggot up off my balls again and pushed my cock down his throat good, so he could fully experience the thrill of getting double penetrated. The sexual heat of being used by two men seared into his little faggot brain as he experienced another high of humiliation. I held off cumming for now when suddenly………the door opened. Rick’s howl had attracted an unanticipated guest.
“Shit fuckers, what are you doing in my sauna??” Came the deep pissed-off voice of the night janitor, Gus. Gus was a mountain of a man, easily 6’-4" and over 250 lbs. His presence in the room was palpable. Like an episode of The Hulk, the sauna itself now felt like it was bursting at the seams.
Kevin froze.
Rick laughed. “Don’t worry Gus, you’ll get your chance.” he continued as he pulled out of my cunt-boy’s hole, a glob of his cum splatting onto the floor.
Gus watched, then glared at Rick. “Fuck you, Rick, I gotta clean that shit up.”
Rick stepped aside and Gus’s eyes went wide as he saw me sitting on the upper bench.
“Part of the job man, part of the job. Now if you’d like to take a crack at this very talented piece of hole, I suggest you pull your shit together, show some respect, and ask JT real nice if you can seed his faggot as deep as me.”
Gus stood gawking for a second, staring at my jacked form on the top shelf and my faggots perfect ass pointed at his crotch.
He grunted, “As deep as you? You’re a fucking riot amigo. Move your ass aside.”
Rick moved to the side as Gus stepped up.
“JT, shit…this is a nice piece of ass.”
I nodded. “We’re not gonna have a problem here, are we Gus?”
“No, certainly not. Damn. Any chance, I mean,” Gus looked down as he spoke, surveying the ass before him from several angles. “I am gonna have to clean the place up…any chance I could take your whore here for a spin first?” Gus continued in a satisfyingly self-effacing manner.
Now sexual heat is a funny thing. My faggot has been at 110 degrees for a while, and I mean that figuratively and possibly literally, with all of us sandwiched in the still-hot sauna. This whole setup was blisteringly intense, but the introduction of the unexpected and giant Gus pushed this scene to the melting point of gold. Pure fucking gold.
My nads were at a full boil now and Gus was going to make this even hotter, especially for my boy. As for him, by this point, my faggot has been on my dick but hanging out at idle. Unsure of the situation, he requires some TLC. My hand comes down and strokes his cheek while my other one holds his neck. He’s looking up at me with pleading eyes as my throbbing cock hovers in his mouth. I pulled him back up off my cock.
“Faggot, Gus here wants to pound you out. What do you think about that?”
“Sir…” he panted. “I…I’m fucked right now…I’m…please…I just want…Sir, I just want what you want. I just want to serve you.” He spit out in a sputtering voice, a questioning glance in his eye.
Unsure of the situation, but his faggot brain, now in an overload of sex, power, humiliation, elation….the works really, wanted more. Having said his piece he nuzzled back into my crotch…almost as if he were hiding.
I grinned.
“Shit JT, this fucker’s in deep. How the hell did you pull this off? He’s fucking whipped for you.” I looked back at Gus and Rick, I flexed my chest, shoulder, and arm casually as I dragged my faggot slowly off to the side, exposing my cock, shiny with spit in the dim light.
They paused and stared for a second. Their eyes wide with awe….and desire. Then, in near unison, “Damn….”
I said nothing and towed my faggot back up and looked into his eyes. “Get ready for more faggot, cuz Gus is cumming to town.” I then pulled him slowly back down onto my cock, his head looking like a submarine as it sinks beneath the waves.
Gus smiled from ear to ear and unzipped his coveralls all the way down to his ball sack. Out flopped a respectable 7-inch cock, thick, uncut. He stroked it a few times to bring it to full mast and then started force-feeding my portable cunt his very thick and veiny chorizo. My faggot squealed as he was slowly impaled on the fire hydrant of a dick, poppers no longer required for the gaping maw that was his cunt.
Rick was, needless to say, thrilled with the new development and was eager to get his second nut. The scene before him was intense and clearly hotter than his fitness model girlfriend. Gloria would have to wait. The den of animalistic male sex was not going to be ignored. He watched it all, stroking his slick, crazy-dark cock back to full mast. I knew that given the heat of the situation, the look in both their eyes and my own throbbing dick’s need to dump that this would not last long.
Rick was barking out commands to Gus. “Fuck yeah, split that white ass wide open Gus. You look like a battering ram nailing that little pink hole. UNGHhhh….I’m so jazzed again…”.
And so it began, the next round. In a way, the faggot had become a human adapter. He allowed the three of us to get it on, using his holes to satisfy our needs and bond in a way few can. Gus alternately looked at the squirming ass before him, Rick’s black cock and my own jacked body lording over everything below, the faggot getting fucked onto my cock with each pound of Gus’s cock.
As he looked at me, my own eyes darted around the hot, compressing room. Gus’s face, Rick’s frantic stroking, my faggots wild eyes, my own boiling nads…it was just all too much. I looked down into my faggots eyes as he tried in vain to stabilize himself. Aside from holding his body up, he was completely at the mercy of the three of us. I gave him a wink. “Here we go faggot.” I pulled back, “Take some deep breaths now…going for broke.”
He nodded and began huffing as much air into his lungs as possible.
Gently, my left hand came around his throat as I raised up off the bench —my knees pointed forward and bent, quads flexed, upper torso canted forward with my faggot nestled in my crotch. With my feet now at shoulder width and my shoulders back, my other hand came around my faggots neck from behind. Together the two of them held him gently but firmly. I began fucking. It was like I was stroking my cock with both my hands but with the benefit of my faggots slimy wet insides working my bone. His head bent back hard straightening out his throat into a perfect throat-pussy, I started my rutt to the cheers and wide eyes of Rick and Gus. My faggot flailed a bit until it found the rhythm and then we entered into a nearly fluid state allowed only by my strength in maneuvering his upper body and Gus holding his hips and power-fucking his cock into my faggots hole.
The beginning of the end began almost immediately. “Fuck faggot…” I bellowed, as I thoroughly plowed my horsecock into him. My eyes then darted over to Rick, who was in absolute bliss watching my jacked body in all its glory. Every muscle flexed in sync as I pistoned my perfect cock into and out of this amazing fags throat. Gus was grunting as my head rolled back and I bellowed, “Gonna cum!!! Fuck!!! Yeah!!! UGHHhhhnnnngggg…TAKE MY SEED FAGGOT!!!” I jammed my cock deep and erupted massive jets of ropey Alpha seed into my human cum receptacle.
“Oh…oh….I’m….Fuck JT….he’s shooting….JT’s shooting.…” Came a sexually overloaded Rick to Gus. His eyes wide with excitement. I realized in that moment Rick was more than just an occasional bi-curious man and that the orgasm he was experiencing was probably the most intense of his lifetime.
As for Gus, Gus just let out the loudest groan as he threw his head back and cock forward. Buried to the root in the slut’s hole, I could see that this would be the best mess he had ever cleaned up. Together, the three of us cumming in unison, my faggots throat, ass and back were drowning in jizz. All of us panting like dogs, our sweaty bodies writhing, flexing, shuddering as we unloaded torrents of male seed.
After the first few power spurts of cum, I pulled my cock back to fag-boy’s mouth to let me breathe but continued dumping into this mouth the cum he so desperately needed. His deprived little locked cock kept him in a near-constant state of sexual arousal. He continued working my head just as I’d trained him, swirling his tongue around my shaft and head as the last spurts of jizz drooled from my cock.
After a minute, Gus pulled out. Rick was already out the door, making a mad dash as soon as he had finished cumming. I would find out later that he was so overwhelmed at how intense this had all been that the hetero part of his brain was now crushed and he was in serious panic. That would come back around in the future, but not tonight.
“Fuck JT,” said Gus. Still catching his breath. “That…shit.…Just…. Let me know if you ever need anything. I mean that. For now, I’ll give you and your cunt here some time to clean up and get out. I’ll be mopping the lady’s room if you need something”
I held his gaze for a few moments and then nodded. He walked out.
My faggot had been parked on the end of my still drooling cock for at least a 2 minutes by now. Panting through his nose, his eyes and face covered with snot and tears. I smiled down at him. “Good Faggot.”
After a minute more I pulled him up off my cock and let him stand up. His cage had leaked about a pint of pre-jizz, onto the floor, but he had not cum. I stood and wiped off my cock with my towel and then threw it to him. As I approached the door I said quietly over my shoulder, “Clean yourself up faggot. And be careful, you don’t want someone to see your face,” I added to hit home the precarious nature of what had just happened. I stepped out and closed the door.
I knew in the following moments my faggot would realize that neither Rick nor Gus had ever seen his face, just his ass, back, and locked-up junk. I knew he would be relieved that nobody had anything on him. He was in the clear and his fear would melt away to elation. I jumped into the shower and was joined a few minutes later. Kevin made quick work of it, obviously not wanting to be seen with his little clit locked down and covered with cum and sweat. He scampered back out and by the time I emerged, he had his pants on and was just sitting quietly. I got dressed slowly and then came back by his locker.
“You still full faggot?” I whispered,
“Yes, Sir.” He replied softly as if we were in a library. “I…I know you like me to marinate.”
“Heh, yeah, I do. Two in the ass, one on the back, and one in your belly. Not a bad night.”
“Not at all, sir. It was…amazing. Thank you, Sir.”
“Cummong Kev, I’ll sneak you out the back door. Nobody needs to know how big a slut my a fag is for cock. You did well today.”
“Thank you, Sir. I’m… spent, Sir.”
I have no doubt. When is work tomorrow?”
“I work from home on Fridays.”
“Anything with other people? Conference call?”
“No sir. Just completing a report for next week.”
“Good, you’re coming home with me then.” The faggot looked up at the man he worshiped with a look of pure devotion while closing his locker—delighted but also a little nervous. Before he could respond I grabbed him lightly by the back of the neck and steered him toward the back fire door. He winced as I pushed the crash bar, ignoring the sign that said an alarm would sound. Nothing happened as we walked through the door and out a back hall into the parking lot. He looked up at me, wondering if I was magic or charmed or something. I am neither. I am Alpha.
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