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Evolution Ch. 01

By: mikey2much



I would like to thank Nala Cayenne for all her help in editing, both she and I are interested in what you think of the story. Give us some feedback by taking the time to vote. If you really liked it or really hated it give us a comment on why. Thanks, and enjoy. Mike

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Chapter one. The Negotiation

Phillip smiled as he handed the young man a cup of steaming hot coffee, the boy returned the smile, sitting the cup on the table.

"Thank you Phillip," Jamie leaned back in his chair and tried to seem at ease. He had been outside doing a few odd jobs in the boat yard when Phillip had stuck his head out the door and called for him to come to the house. "What's up?" 

Phillip settled into the chair across the table from the boy's questioning look. His eyes, dark and serious, focused on Jamie.

He was looking at a young man of twenty but he looked more like sixteen. Jamie had a slight build and stood only five feet and seven inches above the ground. He might have weighed one hundred and fifty pounds if he had a pocket full of rocks and was soaking wet. Yet this boyish creature across the table had killed in battle, and jumped from airplanes in the darkness of night. It was hard for Phillip to see this young man floating down from a dark sky with a loaded machine gun and death as his job. Philip shook his head in wonderment that this young man could be a veteran of not one but two wars. Though it had been short Jamie had did a lot so far in his life. Phillip stared at this ex-sergeant of the 82nd airborne division, but all he saw was the boy Jamie. He saw the trust and loyalty, and he also saw the intellect that led the young man to a hard decision. 

When you are in the 82nd you are the sharp end on the governments stick. When the government decides to poke somebody into action, the 82nd is the prod. 

When Jamie had been deployed to the Domican Republic, what he saw and what he had been ordered to do, made him realize that his country was wrong. This fact, while sobering, was not enough to make Jamie consider for a moment leaving his friends. He had served out his tour of duty until the day they were sent home to Ft Bragg, N.C. and everyone had slipped back into their chicken-shit routines. Then came the call to head for Vietnam where after six months his political education was completed. He found that he was not willing to continue to kill and main for his country. When he was sent to Hawaii for two weeks of R and R he decided that he would go AWOL. He took a plane to Denver where he stayed with a friend for a month. After thirty days he took his friend and her mother to eat out at The Denver Drumstick afterwards they dropped him off at a police station where he turned himself in as a deserter. He had stood before a panel of officers who found him guilty and sentenced him to one year at hard labor and a bad discharge. It was a surprisingly harsh sentence, Jamie had figured that his record would count for something but apparently it hadn't. 

"Lord knows, when the cold wind blows, It'll turn your head around." 

The words of the song played through Phillips mind as he looked at this man. A man who would serve time in jail to stop doing something that he didn't believe in. Yet when he first met him he was working as a male prostitute in Jackson.

Phillip shook these thoughts from his mind and got back to the business at hand. "I enjoy working with you, Jamie boy, you have impressed me with your work habits. That alone would be enough to make me ask you to work for me." His hand reached across the table and took the boys hand. " The nights have been very good, you are very exciting to me and I love having you in my bed, but, and this is a kind of an important 'but', I want more." 

Phillip stopped talking; he looked at the younger man, almost a boy, slight of build but hard muscled, small but tough and wiry. He felt a desire to have him again, it seemed that the boy had some sort of spell on him; he wanted him all the time. This young man with his baby face had occupied his thoughts since that first night he laid eyes on him. He had driven by him twice before deciding to take a chance on him. It was the best gamble that he had ever made. The boy had brought happiness and excitement back into his life. Phillip felt that he loved this boy; he wanted him to be his for a long time. Maybe a lifetime, if he was lucky.

Jamie had jumped to a wrong conclusion. Suddenly he felt that Phillip was looking for a kind way to tell him that his time here was over. The thought hit him like a hammer to the chest. 

He had begun to feel like a part of Phillip's household, maybe even like a part of a relationship. He had felt that this was a perfect place to stay until his enlistment in the army would have passed. Jamie could not face the disappointment in his father's face if he ever found out what sort of discharge his son had gotten. Jamie had been lost, with no trade except infantryman, no money and unable to go home or ask for help from family. Jamie had done a lot of hitchhiking while he was in the service and he had found that gay guys really loved his cock. Jamie had always loved blowjobs and when these guys would give him a ride and then let things slip that they would love to suck his dick, he always let them. This time he had started to let them suck on his dick for money, after all you have to work with what you got. 

He met Phillip while he was standing outside the park in Jackson, and they had hit it off right away. He had let his emotions run away with him, had let his desires blind him. He had crossed lines with Phillip, he had jacked him off, he had caressed his body, and he had even allowed Phillip to kiss him on the lips. He felt that he had offered his best to this man and it had been accepted and now this. He was good but not good enough. He felt water forming in his eyes. He just wanted to get the fuck out of here, the hurt was too much. He hung his head to hide the tears and waited for the words that would break his heart. 

The awkward silence extended itself. Just as he was about to break it, he heard Phillip speak again. 

"I know that you want to go on the boat with me," he stopped like he was trying to lure the boy into denying the truth of what he had just said. The boy remained silent; his eyes seemed to be boring a hole into the floor. 

"I want you to be my crew but even more I want you to be my lover, I want to be your captain in real life. Both during the day in the running of the boat and at night in my bed." He eyes locked with Jamie's for an instant. "You know how much you mean to me, you have eyes, I have not hid my feelings for you. I want you to give yourself to me as a bride. I want to have you as a wife, someone that I can always trust to bring pleasure into my life. I will make a fine husband to you, I will be a man who will protect you and love you. I want to make your body burn with the heat of my lust for you. I want to be able to touch you and hold you any time that I need to or want to. I want to feel your touch on me and I want to know that you will please me when I need pleasing. But most of all I want to make you happy. I am only asking you to give this thing a try for a few months. I am sure that this is the best thing that could possibly happen to you. We can work together to make our dreams come true. I can help you, and you can save me. I was pretty much dead before I found you. I was just going through the motions day after day, until that finial day they buried me. I had no hopes or plans for the future. You have changed that for me. Now I think about how to get new contracts. How we can build this little business into something that I will be proud to give to you. I think we can make it into something you would be proud to own. You can save me from a wasted life" Phillip forced himself to stop; he was rambling on and sounded desperate even to himself.

Jamie blinked away tears as he raised his head and looked into this loving face. He could see the truth in his eyes as he heard the words. The young man's heart had swelled and forced a lump into his throat. Jamie watched Phillips's face as he tried to answer his question but the words would not come to him. In their absence he rose and went around the table and bending down hugged the bigger man with all his strength. His own strong arms bringing the hard back edge of the chairs frame painfully into his chest. Phillip's chair was an old dinette chair with a chromed metal pipe running around the back and then going down to become the legs below. On the chair that Phillip had sat in tonight there was a loose screw, this screw would usually be snugged down into a counter-sunk recess so that it would never be noticed, much less felt by anyone. Tonight that little screw was like a spike, pressing like a blunt tipped nail into the flesh of Jamie's chest. 

Phillip raised his hands and held Jamie's' close to his chest. Jamie found himself willing away the pain from the screw and finding a warm glow taking it's place. He still felt the pain but instead of something to be suffered through, the pain had become a test of desire. He let himself melt into the glow. He loved the test of the pain; he loved standing up to it for the sake of this man who held him. He felt himself flowing into another shape becoming somebody different then the man he had been before. The jabbing pain and the pleasing effect were doing a number on his mind. He held him with his face pressed into the side of his neck for a long time. The boy could feel the strength in the older mans body, but it was not Phillip's arms that held Jamie in his painful position. It was Jamie's love for this man.

Jamie thought of these things as he held the man, he realized how much this meant to the man in his arms. Phillip was willing to share everything with him; Jamie didn't mind a little pain for this man. The embrace lasted long enough for his tears to stop and he was able to regain his composure a bit. Finally, he let his arms slip from the older mans torso. He carefully moved straight back and felt the screw pull its head from his flesh. The screw head had left a deep hole like impression just above Jamie's right nipple. It hurt like hell when it pulled free. He ignored the burning on his chest and bending over kissed the top of Phillip's balding head. His hand rubbing the indentation on his chest, he walked back around the table and sat down. Jamie held the eyes of Phillip as he reached across the table to take the older mans large hands into his own. The younger man was glad that he had the table to hide his hard-on. This guy had an effect on him that was uncanny. He was confused about his feelings. One part of him was happy that his dick stayed hard a lot, after all that was the tool that paid the rent. Another part of him knew it ain't cool when somebody else is pushing all your buttons and you respond every time by getting a boner. When that was happening to you, somebody else was in control. Now this, Jamie had a hard-on from being exposed to pain. This was a really kinky path he was walking now, he wondered not for the first time, if he should pull back and get the hell away from this guy. He could feel this thing with Phillip getting out of control. Jamie had promised himself, while he was inside that cell, that he would always be the one in control once he got released.

"Phillip, I have come to feel that I am a part of your life already. You are certainly a big part of my life. I am very grateful to you for all your help these last few weeks. You have made me very happy. I hope that I returned the favor to you. " He smiled at him as he remembered some of the things that they had did, and where they had done them, these last few weeks. "You know that I want to go with you. But I can't, not yet, I'm not ready." His eyes drilled into Phillip's as he spoke. "Just give me a little time to get the military out of my system. I promise that I will be here ready to go on your next trip. Let me breathe the air like a free man for a few weeks before you ask me to confine myself to the decks of your barges and boat. I've been in jail and now I want to be free of all restrictions for a while. I need to have this time."

Jamie's mind went back to those days in the brig. It was a hard time but there had been some moments of prideful rebellion. It had turned into a pissing contest between him and the commander of the Ft. Carson Stockade. He had refused to work; the commander had put him in solitary until he changed his mind. After a few days the commander had decided to remove the wooden platform that served as Jamie's bed. A few days later he was stripped down to his briefs and the guards started to open windows. This was happening in a metal cell six feet wide by eight feet long and only six feet tall. The floor and walls as well as the ceiling was shiny sheet metal, the only openings were for the single unit sink-shitter appliance. It had been November when he arrived and soon the Colorado winter began to take its toll on him. When he didn't cave, the commander started to limit his food to a thousand calories a day and everything had to be refrigerated for twenty-four hours before Jamie got it. The commander also took away any seasonings like salt or sugar or anything else that might bring any pleasure while you were eating. 

Thanksgiving dinner that year was cold stewed tomatoes and five slices of white bread, Christmas was a box of cornflakes and five slices of white bread no milk but all the water that a man could drink. This had an effect; Jamie dropped weight until he only weighed 94 lbs. The cold steel floor made the soles of his feet get thick and dry until they cracked and bled with every step. Jamie never broke. 

Then one day an army doctor came to visit, he was more then a little shocked at Jamie's condition and ordered him a plate from the mess hall right away. Jamie's food was good for the next two days and then he was told that due to lack of space he was being given an early release. When he left Ft Carson he held the record for solitary confinement, he had lasted from November 20th until February 28th. As far as he knew it was still the record. 

Phillip thought of this time in the brig as simple jail time. Jamie had lived through it and knew better, they had tried to break his will, and they almost had. He needed a little more distance between him and that time in his life before he wanted to limit his motions again. They had been over this before and his irritation was showing. 

"No! No, no, it's not like that." Phillip was reaching out to the boy with his hands as well as his eyes, almost like he could tell what the boy had been thinking. His fingers locked in to the strong yet thin forearms of the boy with a surprising strength, his eyes hot, wet with his intensity. "I don't want to lock you up, I want to set you free. I want to make your life happy. You can make me happy too. I think that you might be the one who could make me want to be alive again, I feel different since we have been together. You have affected my life in so many ways; I want sex more now then I have in years. That's not all; 'things' are better now. Food seems to taste better when you are with someone special. The conversations that goes on for hours, jumping from point to point. Someone who loves you can turn a night into an adventure. Someone that you love can shine the light of joy into the dark corners of your life. Love can turn despair into hope. You have done this for me. I am not the same, as when we met, I have become a better man for having you around me. I don't want to lose you Jamie." It was as close to a proposal as Phillip had ever come with anybody.

"Ok, I know what you want." Jamie struggled to find the words that would explain to Phillip how he felt. It was a hard task because as he was talking he was realizing just how much he did feel for this man. " I want it too; we all want to be loved by somebody. It's just; I don't think that I could be what you want. I can't be what I ain't even if that is what you want me to be. Phillip all that I have to give to you is already yours, my true friendship and my body. I cannot become a queer and marry you like you want me to do." 

The boy felt that he was being stingy with this man who had given so much to him. Somehow he felt that he should offer anything to this man but you could lose your soul that way. He had to be careful; there is a thin line that separates the queers from the guys who service them. He was one of those service guys and saw no reason to change teams. "My dick is all that I have to give you and it is yours whenever you want it. I gave it to you last night didn't I? I know that you're a queer and that you want to suck my dick. As long as you give me a place to stay I promise that you can suck me as often as you might like. Hell I like to get my dick sucked but that's not enough for you is it? You think that I have to be with you all the time, trapped like a rat or some sort of a pet with a dick."

The boy was in uncharted waters here but he wanted to impress him with how strongly he felt about this stuff. He continued.

" Look, I like you, I like you a lot. But you got to remember that you're the queer. I am not a queer. I am just a guy who would rather have his dick sucked by a man then to have to do without. I am sure that someday I will meet a woman and we will hit it off. I am not queer, I like you so much that I almost wish that I were, but I am not." Jamie rubbed the red spot on his chest that marked the spot where he had been screwed by chair. It was almost like a small brand he thought. 

Phillips eyes followed the young mans hands until he saw the red spot with the small 'x' in the middle. "What happened to you there?" he asked.

Jamie explained that it was something on the back of his chair that had jabbed him while he was hugging him a while ago.

"You should have said something man, shit I didn't know that I was hurting you when I was holding your hands." Phillip looked like he really was sorry about this little sore spot.

"This little spot ain't shit compared with what you are trying to do to me now. You are trying to turn me into a queer and get me to live with you like I was a fucking woman or something. Don't you understand that I don't want to ever become a queer, that I would rather die right now, then be a queer and live forever"?

It would be nice if words had strings attached to them so that when you spit out something stupid you could just pull it back and try something different. He had just spit out something really stupid and he had no string to pull it back with.

He softened his voice, lost some of the anger. "If you really want to make me feel good, you know what I like"

As he spoke he strolled around the table to stand beside the man. He thought that he was offering himself much as a cheap whore might flaunt her body to hook a john. He kinda liked to think of himself like that, a guy who had a hot body and liked sex enough to make his living doing it. Not by charging money but by being so hot and so exciting that they would pay his expenses just to have him around. He let himself slip a little deeper into the role of whore as he pushed his pelvis against the side of Phillips head. He knew that the man could feel the beginning of his erection as he brushed it against his ear. The boy stepped across the older man's leg pushing himself into the space between the man and the table. He let his dick slide around the seated mans head until he reached his face. His hands went to Phillip's head and started to caress it. Pulling the older mans head into his crotch, he said. "Why don't you show me how happy you want me to be?" 

Phillip's big hands reached out and took hold of both of the boyish hips. Pulling the smaller man down until he sat on his leg, one leg on each side. The larger man started to use more force as he started to rub the kid's ass back and forth on his leg in a slow fucking motion.


Evolution Ch. 01



I thought it was at John's dinner party when the first seeds of the transformation of our marriage were sown. I was wrong. One of the guests, William, had turned the topic of conversation to his own area of expertise—evolutionary psychology—and had the avid attention of the table. To be fair, he didn't bring it up, he was merely countering the opinion of John's wife, Rosemary that it was predominantly men who were prone to cheating on their spouses. He rattled through the evidence from science that supposedly revealed the promiscuous nature of the female of the species, from attack sperm to the size of men's testicles and the potency of a man's semen when he'd been separated from his partner for any length of time. To be honest, I found William to be a bit of a bore, with his Hugh Grant foppishness, the relish he seemed to display talking about his pet topic and the way he peered over his spectacles to reveal a particularly salacious piece of information to my wife. I would have thought the women at the table would find all this offensive, but quite the contrary, his audience were hanging on his every word.

"Of course, the most intriguing thing about all this—indeed the topic of my thesis—is the manifested counter measures of the male." William prattled on, "Violent sexual jealousy is an obvious one, but there are other reactions."

At this point in the conversation my wife Bridgette's hand had strayed onto my thigh, gently caressing me through the fabric. I turned to look at her. Clearly interested in the conversation, her other hand toyed with her necklace. She was blushing.

"What do you mean by 'more subtle'?" Bridgette asked. She was slurring a tiny bit, and her gentle caressing of my cock had escalated to a firm squeezing.

"Well it is quite common for men to become extremely sexually aroused by the idea and evidence of their partner's sexual impropriety."

"What a load of bullshit." I was growing a little impatient at this point with what I saw at the time to be academic nonsense, "Where is the evidence?"

"Oh, there is a huge amount of evidence. I'm collecting interviews from wife swapping couples and the people involved in the cuckold fetish scene, for a start." He wasn't rattled, indeed he smiled directly at my wife and winked, "I'm looking at an epigenetic angle, I think it's possible that men may have a genetic switch that may get flicked on when they are exposed to this situation. Some will react violently, others seem to become addicted to the intense sexual feelings the situation provokes and find a new subordinate relationship to their wives. It's amazing the amount of straight men who eventually end up with a fetish for finding other men's semen in their wife's vagina." He made eye contact with me at this point, then brazenly returned his gaze to my wife's cleavage. "What was that you said, the err, cuckold scene? What is that?" She squeezed my now very hard cock under the table.

"Ah, well, it's an active sexual fetish, if you look online you can find all sorts of material relating to it, speciality pornography, stories, forums, dating sites that cater to men who have a sexual fetish for having their wives or girlfriends take on lovers."

My wife laughed and said "How peculiar!", the conversation was interrupted as dessert was served and my penis ignored for the rest of the evening. She seemed more interested in talking to William and drinking wine. By the time we left she was a little drunk. This was unusual for my Bridgette.

Later, as we undressed for bed my wife remarked on the conversation. Looking back, this was probably my one and only opportunity to put end to these ideas of infidelity and cuckolding, if only I knew then what I know now.

"Well, that William fellow was rather interesting, don't you think?" My wife asked as I unzipped her dress.

"No, I thought he was a little too clever for his own good. HE seemed to think that he was very interesting, though."

"Oh, I thought he was a bit dishy too, he looks a little bit like Johnny Depp, don't you you think?" A drunken tease? I grunted a reply, she was right and I didn't want to admit it. He was handsome in a pretty boy way. Seemed much younger than he actually was, he was slim with a full head of hair. Prick.

"Jealous? Undo my bra, darling," She was grinning, we made eye contact in the mirror and as I fumbled with the bra clasp she reached behind and grabbed the front of my trousers. "All that talk of sex has put me in the mood darling."

"You're drunk."

Now, as painful as it is to admit it, I guess I'm going to say that I'm a little slow. I still hadn't put two and two together at this point. If I'd actually been paying attention to my wife I would have realised that she just admitted to my face that she was sexually aroused by flirting with another man. Clearly, I was distracted by her hands in my fly. Quite an easy thing to happen now that the fires of our marriage had reached a burning ember phase. We made love maybe once a fortnight at most. Some months not at all. Lately it had been a bit of a dead zone, and I was almost overjoyed to be getting some.

I tried to pull my wife down onto the bed, I was honestly surprised when she easy evaded my attempt and pushed me backwards.

"Wait a minute, buster. SIT!" my wife was standing over me, dressed only in the lower half of the black lingerie I bought for her last birthday, an obscenely small g-string with matching garter belt. It was now that I noticed that she looked a little different, but I wasn't sure how. she was standing with her hands on her hips and she glanced down. My eyes followed the curves of her body, past her stocking clad legs, all the way down to her black stiletto shoes. 

"We need to have a little chat first."

"I thought you were in the mood for sex?"

"Yes I AM." she moved closer, my face centimetres from her lace clad pussy. "And that's what I would like a little chat about, Duncan." She closed that gap, the final centimetres between my face and the front of her knickers, pushing my head back until she could see into my eyes. I could smell her, and the fabric beneath my lips was warm and damp.

"You don't notice me anymore."

I tried to mumble something into her crotch, but she cut me off.

"You didn't notice my hair tonight." Fuck, that's what different, she's had a haircut. "Or my new shoes, I bought them because I thought they might turn you on." She lifted one killer-heeled foot up to my balls, gently making a kicking motion at them. She was drunk, this made me nervous.

"When was the last time we had sex, Duncan?" I couldn't talk, and while I maybe slow, I'm not stupid, the question was rhetorical. I could tell by her tone she was about to tell me.

"Three and a half fucking weeks ago, was the last time we had sex. I have to say too, that was a pretty miserable fuck, Duncan."

I had figured the no sex thing was her not wanting it. I thought back to three weeks ago, yes it had been ordinary. I wasn't hard enough, because I'd been masturbating to porn all afternoon while she was having lunch with her parents. Masturbating to porn. Oh, actually I had been doing that quite a lot this year. As I stared into her eyes I started to get angry. I managed to extricate myself and stand on my feet.

"Well I'm so SORRY to disappoint you but I've been helping myself out lately because you're never in the mood. I wouldn't have had a wank if I'd known I was going to get lucky."

"I'm never in the mood because you don't pay me any attention any more! I'm bored Duncan. Whenever we make love you do the same things every time... you're like clockwork. I know exactly what you're going to do in what order. I've been 'helping myself out' for years because you won't even go down on me anymore." She had started to cry.

Bridgette never cries unless she's angry. I've never seen her cry from pain, or sadness or grief but when she gets angry and tries to raise her voice, inevitably she cries. Oh and she punches when she's angry too, wallops on the chest. Like she was doing now. See, I notice some things.

I didn't exactly take this well. I tend to shut down to confrontation, and this was in all honesty the first serious argument we'd had since we were married four years ago. Oh, there were plenty before, we broke up several times before we were finally married, we sometimes fought about our living arrangements, housework and such. I climbed into bed and rolled over onto my side away from her.

She sat on the bed next to me and cried. Climbed onto her side of the bed and cried. Moved a little closer and cried. By now my anger had deflated and I rolled over to comfort her, taking her in my arms I began to kiss away the tears and stroke her hair.

"William noticed my hair AND he complimented my shoes." She sniffled then blew her nose.

"What's that dear?"

"I SAID, William noticed my new haircut and he said my shoes were sexy." She had a sort of childish 'so there' expression that she normally reserves for episodes of my navigational malpractice or when she's winning at scrabble, she always wins scrabble.

"How could he notice your new haircut dear, we only met him tonight?"

"Oh, I've met him before, at Uni, he used to go out with a girl in my year. Years ago. I used to have such a crush on that guy."

Miraculously, the tears had disappeared by this point. I stared at my wife, I had to admit I was jealous. She looked gorgeous, still wearing just the tiny, sheer panties, stockings and heels. She grinned as she noticed me noticing her.

"Finally, you're paying some attention. I guess William might be right about that jealousy thing." She raised an eyebrow and reached for my now throbbing cock. I hadn't had an erection like this for months, even though I thought she was just teasing me about William, trying to prove a point, I was getting excited, but my guts churned with a sinking feeling at the same time. I couldn't place this emotion, and was still delusional enough to deny it was the sexual arousal from jealousy William had been talking about earlier.

"Oh, look how hard you are... I think I should make you jealous more often. Maybe that way we'll both get what we want. Do you want to take these off?" She ran a finger around the inside of her knickers, just pulling them down enough to reveal the tiny tuft of her pubic hair. Again, this should have been a clue to something being up. Until now Bridgette had always been quite passive in bed. Now don't get me wrong, she loved sex and when we were younger she would usually have somewhere between three to seven orgasms for every one of mine—mostly from oral sex or her masturbating while I fucked her—but I was on top so to speak, calling the shots, running the show. We hardly even talked during sex and now out of nowhere she was my fantasy come true. My secret desire had always been to be with a woman who knew how to wield her sexual power, who could dominate me. At the time I attributed my powerful arousal solely to her new confidence, the possibility that I was going to get what I had always dreamed about but was too awkward to ask for.

I reached up and slipped off her underwear, she slowly opened her legs. Smiling, she ran her hands down her body, and then, with an index finger on each labia opened herself to my gaze. 

"Eat me like you used to handsome, make me come."

"With pleasure, my dearest." I must have forgotten how much I enjoyed doing this, more evidence of the distance that had been growing between us. I started with the skin of her thigh, from the top of her stocking, slow, firm kisses, inching closer to warm folds of her labia. I stopped just above those pink folds, caressing them with my breath. I knew she couldn't take too light a touch at first, she was always so sensitive to the initial touch. It needed to be warmed up slowly but firmly or she would buck and giggle. I let my lips firmly rest in the crease between her thigh and her pussy, waiting for her to relax before allowing my tongue to run the length of that side from anus all the way up to almost touch her clitoris, then repeating this on the other side. She sighed, then moaned as my tongue reached the slick, warm entrance.

I had forgotten how much I loved the taste and smell of my wife. When we first started seeing one another, I had to convince her that I preferred doing this before she had a shower, when she was fragrant, that I loved her most when I could taste her. She finally gave in when I told her about the letter Napoleon sent to Josephine that simply said "home in three days, do not wash".

I gently sucked at her, drinking the sticky flow from within, savouring the salty sweet taste of her arousal. My tongue reached as far as it could, writhing slowly inside of her.

"Oh, you are good at that, I think I'm going to have to demand you do it everyday, which you should enjoy, seeing as you claim you're sex starved." I moaned agreement into her, before she delivered the first bombshell. "I know your secret Duncan."

I froze.

"Don't stop." She had a ruthless commanding tone to her voice.

"Do you think I'm not aware of your terrible wanking habit, or what you've been wanking off to? I had a good look through that laptop of yours a few months ago, your chat logs were rather interesting, not to mention the filthy porn you watch."

I think I was blushing at this point.

"Ah, so feeling guilty, Dunkie? Let me tell you that a few things are going to change around here... Put your fingers inside me, quickly."

Her breathing was getting laboured as my tongue worked her clit. She was getting close. She loved having two fingers, no more, inside. Palm up, fingers curved, pressing upwards never failed to find the spot that pushed her over the edge.

"You've been too busy wanking to notice that my sex drive has started to hit the roof. I NEED more attention, and clearly if you like being bossed around, that's exactly what I'm going to do but no more jerking off to sleazy internet girls... and you do realise that they were probably other desperate guys pretending to be women right? You've been cheating on me, Dunkie and I think now I deserve a little payback."

She was really moaning now, she grabbed my head and pushed herself hard against my tongue.

"What I should do is have an affair, that would teach you a fucking lesson.... oh... fuck... harder, Duncan." I felt my stomach drop, it's an odd feeling jealousy, but I couldn't get angry I was the one who was in the wrong. I was doing my best to give her as much pleasure as I could, and she was right on the edge. "If... you can't ... oh... god... fucking satisfy me... I'll have ... to... uhh... find somebody who fucking... can." I was really fucking her hard with my fingers at this point, and licking her like my marriage depended on it, which it probably did. The revelation was how turned on her threats and new assertiveness were making me, I reached down to my hard cock.

"STOP FUCKING WANKING... that is what got you into this mess in the first place." I moaned with frustrated desperation into her pussy, which seemed to turn her on more.

Another half minute and she was screaming hysterically as she came. I attributed it to the booze and the fact she hadn't received a decent head job for some time; the orgasm that is, and the fact she fell right asleep afterwards. I carefully removed her shoes and stockings, then tucked her into bed. I then snuck off to the study to watch a video of a man having a finger jammed into his urethra until he came. My eruption followed shortly after. I brushed my teeth then climbed into bed next to my snoring wife.



Evolution Ch. 01



--There are no characters under the age of 18 in this story--




I'm lulled out of my sleep by the soft tickle of fingers brushing across my labia beneath the sheets. My hips buck up, and I roll my head around only to find my lips covered by his. Strong and deep, his kisses are filled with passion and pain as the stubble on his cheeks burns against my skin. 

"What are you...?" I mumble softly as a finger begins to slide up inside of my cunt. 

"Ohhh god..." I moan into his neck. I can feel his smile pressing into my skin as he pushes deeper. He moves his finger slowly, massaging the deepest part of me. 

"Wake up, my love," he coos in my ear as he pulls the lips of my cunt aside and teases a second finger against my slit, 

"you don't want to miss this." He twists his long fingers as he moves inside of me, corkscrewing deep inside of me, until he is pushing against my cervix. I bite down on the pain, and tighten around his fingers. They are long and thick. His hands have always been one of the sexiest parts of my man, but fuck those fingers especially hit all the right places. He curves them up against my belly, searching for my g-spot. He doesn't prod me, just pushes slowly, stretching and filling me. "Just opening you up," he whispers as he gets dangerously close to the spot I need his fingers on. He hits it, just as he whispers, "want you nice and open for this hard cock." I grind on his fingers as he holds his fingers deep inside on my g-spot. 

"Oh fuuuck," I cry, "open me up baby. Make it hurt." Sometimes he doesn't work me up to it. Some of my favourite sex has been without foreplay. When he decides he needs it, sometimes even he enjoys a dry fuck. I'll deep throat him for a second to get him wet, but then he will pry open my legs and cunt lips, and stuff himself inside of me. 

His cock is a full nine inches, and when I'm not wet it should take a long time to get it in, but when he needs me, he forces himself in in just a thrust or two. The feeling of his member burning through my body, needing my cunt is the best kind of pain, and dry fucking rarely stays dry for long. 

Once he is inside, he is stuck, the friction and little wetness holding him firmly in my pussy. That is when I start to flood with juices, and he can fuck me how he needs to. I love those nights, but tonight is the exact opposite. 

He's taking his sweet time getting me wet, making my cunt beg for him. I'm on the edge of an orgasm when he cruelly pulls his fingers out of me and smiles. "I think you need a little more than that." He whispers as he tucks a piece of hair behind my ear. 

He opens my legs and kisses down my thighs, his wet tongue laps up the moisture coming from my pussy, and I arch off of the bed. I can't get enough of his mouth. He pulls gently at my clit, and licks it tenderly, slowly sucking and pulling me back to orgasm. I lose my fingers in his hair, and pull. I cry out again and again, until I'm screaming his name, and my legs have fallen open as far as they can. This is when he stops. Bending my knees up, and pushing them down to the bed, he has a front seat view of my open cunt. 

I shiver in anticipation as he pushes himself up on his knees, his erection pointing right at me, and his heavy balls bouncing to brush my clit as he observes my soaking open cunt. He hooks a finger inside of me to open my pussy for his dick. I suck in a breath as he gives a little thrust and I feel the pop as my cunt seals around the mushroom head. 

Oh god, he's so big... I think to myself as I always do as I wait for the rest of his thick meat to penetrate me, flooding me with pleasure and pain. He's going so gently tonight, giving me an inch of himself at a time instead of forcing me to take it all. My hips rock, and I buck up to him, begging for more. He smiles down at me and my impatience. 

"Baby, please, give it to me. Fill me up with your cock." I beg and whine. He slides in another inch. "Ohhhh PLEASE!" I ram my hips into him. I look down between my legs and still see six inches of cock between my body and his. I only have three inches in me? Fuck, baby, give me more. "I need you," I cry, "Right—NOWWWOHGOD!" I scream as he rams the remaining length of his manhood inside of me. I feel him bump against my cervix so hard I think it'll cause a bruise. 

He braces himself on one hand, and fills his grip with a handful of my hair. His gentleness is fading away, and I am fucking an animal. He grunts and moans, pulling his cock out of my and forcing it in deeply with each thrust. Without hesitation, he suddenly pauses and flips me onto my stomach, somehow keeping his cock tightly buried in my pussy while he does it. I grip the sides of the bed and spread my legs wide, pushing myself up onto my hands and knees. I feel a sharp push on my lower back, and suddenly I am face first in a pillow. 

"Get down there," he grunts as he grabs my ass to keep me from bouncing too much, "I want to fuck you deep, and get a good look at this ass. I can't do that with you bouncing all over the fucking place, now can I?" He has an edge to his voice that means, "don't mess with me." 

I love when he gets dominant. This is about him. I don't have a problem with this, since there are many nights that are just about me. I smile into the pillow, thinking about how I will top him later, when the smile is wiped off my face by a swift spank that burns across both my ass cheeks. He spanks me again, and again, making my ass redder with every thrust. 

I reach down between my legs and fondle his balls. He bucks at the touch, and I feel his cock twitch and respond to the petting. He twists my hair into a thick rope, and yanks my head up. My body follows, and he grabs my breasts, holding me against him, and moving inside of me as my body slides tight against his. His hand slips down over my shaved pussy and finds my clit. He expertly pulls the skin around it, bumping it against his fingers gently, and I explode in orgasm. 

The contractions of my pussy's walls are too much for him, and he once again pushes me face first into the bed as I feel his thick cock pumping milky semen deep inside of me. His body tenses and I wait for the pressure of his huge erection to subside, but... it doesn't. His breaths are deep and ragged as he strokes over my back and down my ass, tracing the lips of my pussy and smiling as he catches a drip of his cum as it leaks out of my abused slit. 

I feel him slide out of me and immediately miss the pressure and weight of his member inside of me. I whimper in protest, begging for him to be inside of me again, but am shocked when I feel his gentle hands spread my ass cheeks open, and feel the weight of his heavy dick against my asshole. "Oh god," I hiss, "right now?" I look back at him, big eyed, excited and worried. He slaps me again on the ass. Hard. "Oh you didn't think I was done yet, did you little girl?" He smiles, and begins to push in.

To be continued...



Evolution Ch. 01



Chapter 1. Becoming the Wife

Hard to say when it began, exactly; a few years ago, about the time the economy tanked and I spent a couple of years working a job without earning any real income, tramping through New England in desperate search for dealers for a factory out of Pennsylvania. A commission job that wasn't earning any commissions. It must have been around the time I got sick of listening to my wife carping about pee spray on the new white tile walls around the toilet. The easiest solution to the problem, far easier than cleaning the walls after every use, was to sit when I peed and thereby eliminating the complaint. So that's what I started to do. It was sometimes difficult to remember, but after a while it became second nature and what I always did. It felt a little "girlie" to do it, but the cleanliness of the room was preserved, and peace was restored to the house. It became so natural that I sat in public restrooms as well, sitting in the cubicles while the "real men" stood at the urinals with their powerful manly streams of piss echoing off the walls. 

Then, gradually over a period of time, half a year perhaps, I noticed that I was doing more and more of the cooking. I'd always prepared the breakfasts, what I'd always considered a specialty, and we'd generally shared responsibility for the rest of the meals. But I began to notice after a time that I was spending more and more time in the kitchen, both at lunch and dinnertime, conjuring up meals as presented in "Gourmet" magazine, for which she'd purchased a subscription in my name. I noticed that most of the time when we had a discussion about the upcoming meal, the general suggestion was something that I knew how to prepare.

She "loved" the way I did the roast chicken. I had such a delicate way of preparing the fish. No one could do the eggplant parmesan like I did. And so I began to cook almost all of the meals. Whether I was working late or not dinner had to be made.

I spent a lot of time in the kitchen. She worried after the clothing I was wearing. "Those are your good work clothes!" She exclaimed one night. "You'd better wear this apron." She pulled a pink and black apron over my head, with little protest, and tied it tightly in the back. This became the normal kitchen uniform. She got me my own apron, kind of a frilly little thing, pink and yellow, with a pocket on the front, above the ruffles. 

And, of course, she couldn't load the dishwasher. I'd always done most of the cleanup, first as an offering to assist when she'd cooked, then as a regular feature of my chores. Then it became an assumed duty of mine. 

So I found myself cooking and cleaning, accomplishing the "woman's work", in the kitchen, finishing late, clearing the counters and washing the stove. It was only a matter of time before I became proud of my kitchen and enjoyed the time I spent there.

What was going on in the bedroom started to change as well. I'd always enjoyed going down on a woman, that expression of intimacy and giving of pleasure.

And she enjoyed it as well, attaining convulsive orgasms as I happily kissed and licked her beautiful cunt. It had always been a part of our lovemaking. 

But after a while it became the focus of our lovemaking. No longer foreplay, cunnilingus became the goal for both of us. I began to live for the feeling of her bucking against my lips and tongue, living for the taste of her, her juices running down my lips and chin, the smell of her beautiful cunt on me, in my tangled moustache, intoxicating me with lust. I was happiest when she wrapped her thighs around my neck, my fingernails caressing her breasts and stomach as I drove my tongue into her. 

The concept of mounting her with my diminishing manhood became more and more remote, until it disappeared altogether. It was apparent to me that the lovemaking we'd done, in the normal man-woman missionary way, was more of a bother than a pleasure to her. I remember once, while in the midst of what I'd perceived as hot and sweaty sex, while I was mounting her from behind, she'd turned to look back at me and said, "Well you'd better hurry up. I'm only doing this for you." I kind of sank inside, something broke. 

I didn't miss it, really. There had always been some anxiety attached to it. I'd always considered my endowment rather small- ugly and uncircumsized as it was. I didn't really think there was enough of it to really please a woman. So I'd worked on other ways to please a woman, and my lips, which were always kind of plump and full, seemed a natural. I felt wonderful being able to give such pleasure, loved the feeling of going down between the long legs of a beautiful woman and letting her lie back while I serviced her. 

I began to explore my feminine side. I experimented with hair removal, shaving my chest hair, trimming my pubic bush and shaving some of the hair from around that region. I removed some armpit hair. And in my online searches, I found out about a Thai herb called "pueraria mirafica" which was purported to enhance breast growth. I found a source for the herb, and began taking pills to grow my breasts. There was modest improvement after eighteen months, but hardly anything earthshaking. 

We moved. I took a desk job and my body became soft. In a couple of years I became plump, overweight but not grossly obese. And then the time came when I was diagnosed with high blood pressure. The doctor put me on some pills for it, and advised walking. I was determined to lose weight and diminish the blood pressure problem. I walked every day, first for a half-hour, then an hour, and sometimes more than once a day. I watched what I ate, starting the day with a berry-soy shake, light lunches, no sweets, no bread.

Within a few weeks the pounds started to melt away. Maybe it was the daily soy shakes, made with added flax meal and oil, but it seemed that as the weight dropped away from my waist, my breasts seemed to be getting larger, and my shirts began to feel tight around my chest. The feeling was extremely pleasurable, the weight of my breasts swaying as I took my walks in the evening around my hilly neighborhood. I looked more into breast enhancement, and found several recordings on the internet which promised that with regular listening, my breasts would indeed grow. I began to listen, perhaps a little more than they recommended. And I began to see results. And I began to enjoy the results. 

When the lovemaking occurred, which began to happen more and more frequently, I started to savor the juices, feeling the feminine hormones become absorbed by my body. I took supplements, female herbal hormones, and fenugreek because I read that it enhanced breast growth, and soy. My skin became softer, and to enhance that I started using moisturizers, and feminine bathing products. 

I ordered new underwear and tee shirts. The underpants are the lightest weight I could find, under the guise of "moisture wicking", they are sheer, black, and feel like a transition to panties. I don't need the "pouch" anymore- my small package is receding into nothing. My next order for panties will be just that- I have already found the source for the same material, in a sheer woman's panty. The tees I ordered were more of the same- "moisture wicking", ultra light weight, silky feeling tight grey, and black, crew tees, tight now on the chest, my nipples proudly protruding through the stretched fabric keeps them in a constant state of arousal.

I have found a source for the same lightweight material in a woman's tee. The only question remaining is whether to get a strap tank or a deep vee-neck, or perhaps both. Maybe in red. Or pink.

Tonight I am waxing my legs. I started to remove some of the hair a week ago- it's been that long at least since I got the home waxing kit at a local department store. I expected more pain in the process, but except for being a little messy, it doesn't bother me at all to be getting rid of the little fur I carry on my ass and legs.

I can't wait for the feel of the smooth skin, the feel of my tight panties, the light pants I wear. Maybe I will look into getting some nylons. I've worn them before, and found it thrilling then, even when I had hairy legs. I want my legs nude now, and want to get rid of all of the hair on my body except the hair on my head, and that hair I want to grow long. Like when I was a hippie back then, down past my shoulders, but this time, styled. 

I'm becoming the wife. My legs are smooth and shaved now, electric under the sheets, and under the soft fabric of my pants. Most of the hair is gone from my crotch, a puff of pubes growing under my receding, tiny cock. Chest hair gone. And underarm hair shaved from view, gone. 

I am searching for provocative women's clothing on the internet, signing up on sites offering revealing tops, negligee, stockings. I went to one site, I don't remember which one, but a site which asked me to sign up with an email, which I am doing with an email address set up for that purpose. Being a computer, there already was some information preloaded on the site. There was a toggle for "male" and "female". Female was already checked. I did not change it. That "female" was already checked felt prescient, and correct. The change is well under way. I'm becoming the wife.



Evolution Ch. 01



"So, I am a queer and you are a red, white, and blue sort of regular guy huh?" By now the boy had to move his hands form Phillips head to his shoulders to maintain his balance. The tugboat captain had the young ex-paratrooper riding his leg rubbing his boy pussy through his jeans.

Jamie felt dirty and cheap, this was not a manly thing to do, a real man would never be caught doing this sort of thing. This thought did not stop his dick from getting hard as a rock. The kid was getting hot and at the same time excited. He felt more like a whore then he had ever felt before. For the first time in his life he felt the slut in him take control. She had always been inside of him, sometimes cheering and urging him on, but tonight she took over. The man in him, too weak to resist this feeling, sat back and let the slut run wild. 

He seemed to find an inner calm and let his body flow with the feelings. 

There was a boy within him as well as the slut and the young man. The young man was who he was. The slut was who he could be some of the time. The boy in him, who still wanted to grow into the man he hoped that he would become, could not stand the thought of it and began to resist. That warm peaceful feeling with its glow scared the shit out of him!

Jamie suddenly fought against Phillip's strength and forced himself to stand up although he was still forked across his leg. He jumped backward so quickly that he almost fell on his ass only the counter top behind him saved him. He had no fucking ideal what he was doing, he loved hot sex and he was so hot right now, but Jamie was afraid. His confusion was so great that he was sure that he was making a fool of himself in front of the man he most wanted to impress. He tried to compose himself a little. He needed to get a grip on this situation, he wanted to slow things down a bit.

Phillip had a hell of a time stopping a big smile from washing over his face. This fucking guy was so cute, so innocent, natural, pure, God, the list of ways this boy attracted him was endless. He managed to keep his smile contained and tried to project an expression of confused concern. The boy was a beauty to boot. Slim, short, tight, trusting, he was lost in that endless list again. Phillip watched as the boy he loved tried to get a grip on his shit.

"Look Phillip, you are a nice man and I really like you. I think you are very sexy in a powerful sort of way. You make me get so hot sometimes that it worries me, no, it scares me. It scares me because you make me want to do things for you and to you. Things that a man shouldn't do with another man. I can't let go of what it takes to be a man. I have to hold on to that sense of honor or I might as well turn into a queer myself. I don't want to be a queer. I am sorry but that is the way it is. I'll always be happy to let you suck my dick but that is a far as it goes."

He waited for Phillip to reveal what he was thinking

." OK?" Jamie was getting very concerned he wanted to smooth this thing over. He really didn't want to hurt this mans feelings or to fuck up his place to stay. The truth of the matter was that he needed Phillip. From the start he had felt that this man was different, special. The last few days he had been getting a little pushy about why he didn't go up river with him. He was a nice guy and really knew how to suck a dick, but the boy didn't know if he wanted to become his 'boyfriend', or 'bride'. He wasn't sure that he wanted to be trapped on his tugboat 1000 miles up the river dependent on him for everything he might need. He did need the money and he did like the way he made his dick feel, Phillip could play a mean tune on a skin flute. He was a pretty decent sort of a guy for a queer and he knew that the man could help him out with a lot of the money troubles that he was having.

There was a smile in the big guys voice as he looked up at the sexy man standing beside him and said. "OK, my little tease you, I am the queer, and you are just my pet with a dick huh? Well little pet walk around in front of me and take off your clothes." 

Phillip seemed to have lapsed back into his old self, demanding yet playful. Now this was something that the boy could deal with. He smiled his biggest smile at him and walked to the front of his chair. He looked him in the eye as he lifted his T-shirt over the short hair that was just now growing back into a normal length, revealing the paratrooper tattoo on his upper arm. His body was hairless except for a little hair around his dick, not because he shaved but because it just never grew. The only body hair that he had was a tuff of hair just above his dick. As his jeans hit the floor he stepped out of them and pushed his briefs down to join his other clothes on the floor. He stood before Phillip completely naked, one hundred and forty pounds of hot young man with a stiff seven inches of always ready to go dick. He had always been slight but the 'ft. Carson diet' of his commanders had helped him lose seventy pounds, he was still putting it back on but a little at a time.

Phillip was still completely clothed sitting in his chair while the boy stood on display before him. "Come here little pet with a dick". His hands motioned the boy closer; Jamie's hands went out to hold the sides of his head. "No, not this time little one. I want you to put your hands behind your back and leave them there until I tell you otherwise. Do you understand me in this matter?"

This was something new, the boy was surprised by the control Phillip was exerting but he was willing to follow his instructions if that was what it took to get those hot lips wrapped around his dick again. There was a part of him now that wanted this more then Phillip did, but Phillip didn't know that. Jamie was more then willing to go along with this request.

."OK" His hands found themselves holding one another behind his back

"Very good ", Phillip reached his big hand out and took the boys dick, which was already hard. It was not as big as Phillips but it was big enough, seven inches of straight hard dick, topped with a circumcised head that was swollen to the size of a plum. "My, my what have we here little pet? Something good to eat maybe?"

He took the whole length of it down his throat in one gulp. He held the boy deep in his mouth sucking and working on it with his lips and tongue. His cheeks rubbed that hot piece of boy meat inside his mouth as he sucked deeply on it. Jamie started to move his hips in a fucking motion. Phillip stopped. He looked up at the boy standing naked before his chair. "Don't move, Let me do the work here, after all I am the queer not you. You are just a dick that I like to suck. So little one, I want you to stand still like a statue with your hands clasped behind your back and let me suck this sweet little dick of yours just the way I like to do it."

Not another word was spoken for the next twenty minutes. The boy stood as still as he could while Phillip gave him the ride of his life. Jamie watched the stupid kitchen clock, shaped like a cat, as it swung its plastic tail back and forth for twenty of the longest and best minutes of his life. Phillip's mouth and lips worked magic on the boy's dick, slowly working their way up and then back down the shaft until it was hard as rock and throbbing in the back of his throat. 

Phillip seemed to be able to suck the strength out of boy's body. He seemed to be able to feel the strength as it flowed from the boy to the man. Making the boy weaker at the same time as he made himself stronger. 

Jamie was fighting a different battle. He found himself giving in to the urge to let go and be what this man wanted him to be. The thought almost pushed the boy over the edge and he could feel his cum starting to rise. He was almost there, he was just about to come, when Phillip stopped. His mouth opened, he raised his head up and off Jamie's rock hard and jerking dick. The young man twisted and turned unable to stand still, he heard his own voice as it gave a low moan. It passed, that ready to shoot tightness, slowly receded. When he had regained enough control that he could talk. He begged. "Phillip take me, make me cum."

Jamie couldn't stand still, he found it hard to stand at all, and his knees were so weak with passion. He was weak with the desire that the man had built into him with his actions. The boy needed to have the release that he had promised. "Don't stop. Please don't stop Phillip, suck me off babe." He was talking softly but he seemed to have developed a pleading tone in his voice. His eyes were on the floor as he asked Phillip to finish him off, his hands stayed behind his back almost as though they did not exist. 

Phillip watched his face as the boy looked up at him. He smiled and said. "Now little one, I know that you are not a queer like me, but I want us to share something. A common experience for a queer but not so common for a real man like yourself." 

His hand had started to slowly stroke the boy's dick but his grip was so light, so fleeting that it felt like feathers rather than fingers. Teasing the boy, toying with him as he talked. "Brought your sweet self here boy," Phillip said as he pulled the young man by his dick. 

He pulled until Jamie was standing over his big leg again, with a downward motion of the hand holding the young mans dick he made the boy sit on his leg once again. "I like the taste of cum, maybe that is one of the things that make me a queer. But it doesn't matter because I like the taste and hope to taste it a lot more before I am done with this world. But that is my problem and nothing to do with you little one. I know that you used to let strangers suck your dick for money when you were in Houston and when we met. I think that you told me you got ten dollars but you did it for nothing if they were too broke to pay you. Is that right?"

The boy nodded his head yes. He had stood outside of the greyhound station in Houston and let the men cruise by until one would pull over and he would go slide into the car and they would drive away while they talked of what they wanted of each other. He only let them suck his dick; he never did anything for them. 

"Jamie I want you to slide your ass back and forth on my leg like I was moving you on it a while ago. I will pay you twenty-five dollars if you do this until I tell you to stop. Will you do this for me?" Phillip's hand working on the ex-soldiers dick never stopped but he did start to pull the boy forward and then push him back a bit as he stroked and rubbed on the hard cock in his hand. 

Jamie was sure that he was making a big mistake but he nodded his head yes and started to rub his butt on the older mans leg. Jamie was finding it hard to maintain his balance so he sat down a bit harder on Phillip's leg. Through it all he kept his hands locked together behind his back. He spread his legs and rubbed his hot ass on Phillips leg in the tempo of the hand stroking his cock. 

"How many men have sucked on this nice dick of yours so far in your young life?" Phillip asked.

Jamie found himself actually trying to remember and count them all for a moment before he realized that he had no ideal how many, he was strangely upset by the answer. " I don't know, A lot I guess."

His hand continued to stroke the boy with such a gentle tempo, slow and steady almost soothingly stroking the hard and hair- triggered dick. The boy tried to hide the fact that he was about to explode all over Phillips hand from fear that he would stop if he were aware of it. Just as he began to feel the hot cum rise up in him, the hand stopped.

"My leg is cramping, I want you to turn around and sit on my other leg and go back to what you were doing", as Phillip spoke these words he was helping the young man on his lap to carry out the instructions. Now the young man was facing away from Phillip, whose arms wrapped around the boy to stroke his cock and play with his nipples. 

Jamie had started to move on Phillip's leg again when Phillip hands started to pinch and tease the boy's nipples, Jamie let loose with a low moan.

"Tell me again what you want little one" His hand held the hard dick but did not move.

"Oh God! I want to cum." The kid almost moaned. He was so hot.

"No I don't mean that, I know you want to cum, I mean what do you want from life. I think I remember you saying something about getting a car. Is that so?" His thumb caressed the rounded ridge at the back of the head of the young dick. "Is that so, do you want a car?"

"Yes, I want a car I guess, but right now I want you to finish what you started." For a naked boy with his hands behind his back humping a mans leg with a hard-on waving in front of him, he thought that he had put a good deal of command in what he had said. 

Phillip went on with what he was doing as though the boy had never spoke. As Phillip stroked and teased this dick that he had come to love he thought that he would have to change his plans. Jamie would not surrender so he would have to be seduced a little at a time until he was ready to become who he was meant to be. His partner and his slut.

"Listen Jamie, I want you to understand what I am telling you now. I want to give you a car, a nice car, and a job that will pay you a good wage. You and I will be on my boat alone, nobody else. I want to be able to suck your dick anytime I might want to, that goes without saying, but besides that I want you to do a few things for me that you are not doing now. In the future I will expect you to kiss me when I kiss you, and I will be kissing you. I will expect you to give me at least one blowjob a week, but you will not have to swallow my cum if you don't want to. However I will want to watch you eat your own cum from my fingers and hand twice a week. I will pick the time and place and you will always agree."

Jamie watched Phillip's hand, it had started to move again on his dick as he finished what he had said. It was hard to deal with this kind of decision while he was so horny. He asked him the first question that popped into his head. "How long do I have to work before I get the car?"

Phillip's hand built up a little speed for a couple of strokes then he went back to caressing the head with his thumb and forefinger. He leaned forward and blew a thin stream of air at the head of the boyish dick. The dick jumped.

"At least six months, six months and the car is all yours." Jamie could feel the air move around his dick as Phillip spoke these words, his mouth only inches from the raging hard-on.

"What will you pay me for the work on the boat? How much a week?" Jamie was so excited that he almost broke into a shivering fit as Phillip stroked his dick a couple more times. His hand stroked to the base of the boys dick and then pressed firmly into his body causing Jamie's dick to leap and jump wildly before his face. He caught the spastic dick in his mouth and plunged down the shaft until it rested deep inside his throat. He seemed to be swallowing as Jamie felt his throat muscles start to work on his dick. He could feel the muscles working up and down while his cock was buried to the hilt in the mans face. Phillip came up from his face dive and, smiling at the young mans misery, and said. "I will pay you one thousand dollars a month plus room and board" 

He stopped talking but his hand went back to slowly stroking the dick in his hand. After a thoughtful moment of silence he said.

" I am surprised that you are not more concerned with having to suck my dick for me. You are not afraid that you might turn into a queer if you suck me? And how about eating your own cum, does that frighten you at all? I was afraid that you would not want to do that yet you make no objections to it at all. What gives here?" His hand stopped stroking.

"Phillip, I have tasted my own cum before, simple curiosity led me to do it. About the dick sucking, I am afraid, but I want a car and some money. I have been pretending to be a whore for some time now, I guess it is time for me to learn another important part of my job. I will give you a blowjob now and again, but I can never be like a wife to you. I know that someday I will leave here and have a wife. Someday I will be a father and a husband but until then if it is important to you that I do this then I will." 

The young man stopped talking for a moment and then said.

"I will take the job and I will let you suck my dick anytime you want to. Anytime at all, anywhere at all. I will eat my cum from your hands when you want me to, at least twice each week, as long as I work for you." Jamie thought for a moment and then smiled at Phillip as he doubled the blowjobs that Phillip had requested. " I promise to give you two of the best blowjobs that I can give each week that we are on the boat. When do I get the car?"

Phillip didn't answer; he picked the boy up and spun him around so that the boy was standing and facing the larger man. He put his mouth back on the dick and started to suck like a madman. Jamie was so close that it only took a moment before he felt his hot man juice boiling up from deep within him. 

Phillip's mouth was gone and his hand started to work the cum out of the boy, pumping his dick with his hand just as his mouth had done. Jamie felt the heat of the cum as it shot out the end of his dick to land in the palm of Phillip's hand. The boy's cock jerked and spasmed, squirting and spurting cum until Phillip's hand was full to overflowing with his hot spunk. 

Phillip stood up and looked down at the boy that would soon be his. He held his eyes as he placed his palm in front of that not-so-innocent face.

"You know what to do" His hand placed itself at those sweet lips. Lips that would one day serve him in so many ways.

Jamie thought to himself, " He was right, I did know what to do and I know why Phillip wanted me to do it. This was a test to see if he meant what he had just told him. This would be one test that Jamie would pass with flying colors. After all if he was willing to pay me nicely to do it, I was willing to earn that pay." 

The boy puckered his lips like he was going to kiss somebody and started to kiss and suck on Phillip's hand. He kept his hands behind his back and used his mouth like a fucking vacuum cleaner. His tongue probed and sucked every pour of Phillip's hand clean of any cum. Phillip felt his own dick jump with excitement when the boy wrapped his lips around his finger and sucked it deep into his hot mouth. The boy worked on each of the digits on the man's hand until every trace of cum was eaten. Phillip was surprised when the boy leaned in to kiss him on the lips leaving an after-taste of cum in the older mans mouth. It was a fleeting thing but it meant a great deal to the older man. The boy then stepped forward and rested his head against the wide and hairy chest of Phillip; his arms encircled him in another hug.

'Thank you", he said his lips movement against the man's skin seemed like a promise.

"Jamie, you have made me very happy today, now it is my turn to make you happy." He took Jamie by the hand and led him naked out into the back yard. The tall hedges hid the young man from the neighbors but they might have heard him as he cried out in surprise and happiness.

Phillip had put the car in the back yard.



Evolution Ch. 02



It was a 1957 Studebaker Golden Hawk, black with tan interior. The golden Hawk had a supercharger. Basically a supercharger is a compressor that pressurizes the fuel system on the car. It made about as much difference between the Golden Hawk and most cars as there was between a kerosene lamp and a blowtorch. The cars styling was as sexy as you could get, a long sloping hood flowed back into a T-bird type of roof with the landau panels in the rear leading to a short trunk, flanked by a pair of tall turned out fins. Big, tall fins, like a 57 Chevy on Viagra. Good looks like that and a kick ass supercharged engine. Too good to be true, but that night, it was true, Phillip had made it a true thing. Jamie almost forgot his nakedness as ran out into the yard to circle the car. It was a real thing of beauty, no dents and it seemed to have a fresh paint job. Suddenly he realised how much Phillip wanted him to be with him and his eyes filled again as he rushed to hug the man who had made this possible. The feel of his rough clothing pressing against the boy's naked skin reminded him of his condition. Naked out in the back yard with a man, while it was exciting, it was also a little frightening. The older man loved watching the hot youngster's body as he moved around the car. The look on the boys face was something that he would always remember. Total joy, total happiness, Phillip beamed with pride at how happy the boy was over his gift. Damn that kid looked so nice running around naked, his dick semi-hard swinging with each step. 

Jamie was overjoyed by the car, hell he would have been happy with a falcon. In the whole world there were only two cars that Jamie dreamed of owning. Number one would be the Studebaker Avanti; number two would be the Studebaker Golden Hawk. Phillip had made one of his dreams come true. He turned his head and caught the look in Phillip's eyes as he watched. Jamie could feel the desire build within, as he stood there naked, watching Phillip get turned on. He felt his dick start to harden.

Phillip saw the boy's dick as it started to rise, he let his eyes roam up the boys stomach across his chest with its two hard little nipples, until he was looking dead into the boys eyes. Without a word he motioned with his hand for the boy to come to him. Jamie never lost eye contact as he walked across the back yard, naked in the bright sunshine. Jamie stopped directly in front of Phillip almost like he knew what Phillip might want. 

Phillip took the younger man in his arms and hugged him, he put his lips against the boys ear and started to whisper to the boy.

Jamie's feet were off the ground, he hung from Phillips arms like a child's doll. He felt the air of his breath when Phillip started to whisper into his ear.

"Jamie, I want you to give me my first blowjob, I want you to drop to your knees and take my cock from my pants and suck it until it cums in your mouth. You can use your hands to get my dick out but once you start to suck it, I want them to be behind your back. Don't say a word Jamie, just do it and do it as nicely as you can. It means a lot to me, I've waited a long time for this. I love you, show me that you love me too." 

Phillip released him from the hug and stood before the boy tall and massive. A man who made his living with his hands, a blue collar man, with a naked young boy sinking to his knees before him. Phillip's dick was throbbing in his pants as the boy reached out with his hands to take down his zipper. He flinched when the boy's fingers found his hard cock and started to get it turned toward the opening in his shorts. Finally his cock burst out into the daylight only to be engulfed by the young mans lips. Placing his hands behind his back, Jamie let his body rock forward to take as much as he could of the fat cock into his mouth. He let his tongue run wild, circling and licking on this hot and heavy dick in his mouth. He started to bob his head as he sucked letting his lips squeeze the dick like they were fingers. Fucking his face up and down the shaft of the dick as it seemed to get bigger and harder every minute. He found that he could take all but about two inches into his lips. He determined that he would get it all inside his mouth, it was something that he wanted to do. A cock he found was a little like a balloon toy. You can squeeze the head of a dick and it will get smaller as long as you hold the pressure on it, once you let off with the pressure it gets as big if not bigger almost instantly. 

Jamie let the big cock slide out of his mouth until only the head was in his mouth and then he clamped down on it with his tongue and lips. He pressed against it with his mouth until he felt it start to get smaller, he trapped the head against the back of his teeth and pushed up with his tongue, at the same time as he locked his lips as tightly as he could behind the head on Phillips cock. Jamie felt the head get even smaller, he swirled his tongue around the head lavishing it with slobber and spit. Jamie plunged down the shaft, feeling the cockhead slip into his throat, pushing his face into the mass of stiff bristles of hair that grew so thick at the base of this wonderful cock. Jamie held his face there pushing into the bigger mans stomach with his nose and forehead. He felt the cockhead as it resumed it bigger size inside of his throat, blocking all hope of air. Still Jamie held his place with his face screwed down as far as it would go on Phillips cock. When he could hold out no longer he came up, slowly letting his face fuck and suck this fine cock as he raised his head high enough to get a breath of air sucked in around the cock in his mouth, and he went down to the bottom again, holding himself there letting his throat do the work as the muscles worked against the dick like they were trying to swallow it whole. 

Phillip watched in disbelief as Jamie took all of his cock right into his face. He felt the muscles as they worked on his dick inside the boy's throat. He marveled at how long the boy could hold him there and he marveled at how quickly the boy dove back down to let his throat continue to fuck this cock just like a pussy would. It was all just too much for Phillip, he felt the cum as it began to shoot out of his cock without warning. It was like suddenly he was just there and it was over. He felt Jamie as he pushed his face even deeper onto the cock that he was draining now. Phillip could see the boys neck move as he worked at swallowing all that hot cum. The boy came up for air and went back down twice before he was through shooting his cum. Jamie didn't' t miss a drop he got it all. Phillip had been leaning against the front fender of the car, he stood up and pulled Jamie to his feet. He pulled the boy to him and kissed him hard on the mouth, his tongue demanding access and getting it. The boy opened up and started to kiss back sucking on the tongue just as he had the cock that had just left his mouth. Phillip could taste his cum in the boys mouth but he didn't care he wanted to make this boy love him and this would be the way it was done. The boy would change but only a little at a time, in his heart Phillip knew that this was going to work. He now knew that Jamie would be happy as a slut, this was going to be easier then he had thought. He let the boy go as he stopped the kiss, he held the boy out at arms length and looked him. The first thing that drew his eye was the boy's hard dick, the second was that the boy still had his hands behind his back. Truth be known it excited the boy as much as it did the man. Jamie decided that if Phillip wanted his hands behind his back then he would keep them there until Phillip told him that he could move them. Phillip pulled the boys hands out to his sides and then he took them into his own hands he raised the hands to his lips and started to lovingly kiss on Jamie's fingers.

"That was the best that I have ever had," Phillip looked down into the younger mans eyes, " I don't see how it could ever get any better. I think that I am one lucky man. Thank you. Now go get dressed, you need to break in a new car, show it off to your friends, have fun." Phillip slapped the naked boy on the ass and started to playfully chase him around the car. No telling what might have happened if the phone hadn't started to ring. Phillip went inside to answer it.

Jamie left to get dressed, when he got back in the living room Phillip was on the phone. The boy could tell that the man was irritated when he hung up the receiver.

"I got to go, " he said with no attempt to hide his disappointment, "to file some papers in Greenville before court opens tomorrow." 

"You want me to come with you, we could take my new car". The boy didn't want this great feeling between the two of them to end.

Phillip just smiled and shook his head, "No little one, I want you to get your ass out of here and have enough fun to last you through all those long days on the boat" His eyes twinkled as his hand shot out like a snake and slapped that sweet ass that he loved so much. "Get out there and chase down some fun. I am going to get packed and drive up to Greenville tonight, be there first thing in the morning and maybe get this shit over with before noon or so. I be back tomorrow in time to push off by nine P.M. don't you let me down now. Have a good time but be here in time to push off with me." 

It was a bit of a mood breaker for the boy, it would have been nice to spend the evening showing this man how much he enjoyed his company and his touch. But then again he did have the car of his dreams and he was being turned loose for a night and a day with it.

"I'll be here Phillip, and thanks again for being the great guy that you are to me." He stuck out his small hand to shake with him but Phillip pulled him close for a back slapping hug. 

"Get the fuck out of here you little slut before I want to suck your sweet dick again." 

The proud young man turned the key in his new car, the motor fired right up. It sounded strong and hungry like a predator. He put it in gear and let it slowly rumble it's way out the driveway. He looked back to see Phillip as he waved good-bye. He turned onto the highway and headed for Vicksburg. He was loving life at the time and felt that he owed Phillip a great big thank-you-very-much kind of evening once they got into the trip upstream. He could hardly wait to show the car to Molly and Larry. 

Jamie hit the highway the car purring beneath him the seats warm against his back. He had the windows down and the radio up. He felt like a kid on Christmas morning, proud and happy with his new toys. He had time to kill and it was a warm, sunny day he decided that he would take the ferry and drive up on the west side of the river. The east side of the river along here is a high rocky bluff standing thirty feet above the river and running for miles in both directions. The western side of the river is flat, level and low, perfect for farming with its rich black dirt. He took the ferry across the river and drove north on the Louisiana. side of the river. Long straight roads that were perfectly level ran through cotton fields as far as you could see on both sides of the road. There was no traffic; ' California dreaming' was on the radio. He had come a long ways since Colorado Springs.

His thoughts went back to Phillip and what the man might want of him in return for this fine car. Phillip had spared no expense when he got this car. The car was much nicer then anything that Jamie had ever dreamed of owning. This was a top of the line car, a classic. What would be required of him to earn a car as nice as this? What did he have to offer? There were only two answers, nothing and everything. 

Jamie knew what Phillip wanted from him. In a way it was every whores dream, a rich client falls in love and takes you for his wife. He took a certain pride in calling himself a 'whore', now Phillip had called his bluff and offered to buy him. This car was the down payment. No, when he climbed onto the boat tomorrow he would be bought and paid for, property belonging to another man. What exactly did that mean, Jamie knew that Phillip would take charge if he went on the boat. Phillip had told him in words that allowed for no miss understanding that he expected to always be obeyed while they were on the boat. He had a natural sense of command even here in the boat yard. Jamie found that he enjoyed following his orders, working for him. Now with the gift of the car and those fat checks Phillip had raised the stakes considerably. Jamie had known that the main reason for offering him a ride north on the boat was just to have the sex. Now Jamie felt that Phillip had the right to ask for almost anything. Jamie felt that he maybe had sold more of himself then he had realized. 

Jamie was surprised when he felt his dick throb against his leg. He hadn't been aware that he had a hard-on. Just thinking about being under his command had made his dick get hard. Jamie was really in over his head here. Jamie saw a wide clearing under some trees off to his left, he drove his new car through the high grass until it was enveloped in the dark shadows of the old oak trees. He scanned the horizon checking on all sides for traffic, nothing in sight. He unzipped his jeans and pulled his hard dick through the opening. As he continued to let his thoughts dwell on the new factors in his life he gently stroked and teased his cock. 

There was a part of him that knew that Phillip wanted more from him then he had been willing to give. How much would he have to give to earn this car? What if Phillip wanted him to dress up as a girl, would he? What if Phillip wanted to take him in the ass? The thought had crossed his mind before but he always thought that he would never allow that to happen. Before this morning Jamie had always told himself that he would never suck a dick or kiss a guy. Yet so far today he had sucked a dick until it was dry and he had swallowed every drop of the cum, eagerly he had swallowed the cum. He had let a man kiss him and had sucked his tongue just as lovingly as he had sucked on his cock. There was no way that Jamie would have thought that he would have allowed these things to happen to him. He still didn't understand why he had dropped his defenses and let Phillip cross so many of his boundaries. He found himself asking if there was anything that was still off limits to Phillip. Such weird things started to run through his head. Tattoo's, collars, restraints, each item came with it's own little question attached, 'Would I'?

His mind took him back to this afternoon. He pictured himself standing naked before Phillip, his hands behind his back, his dick hard standing straight out from his body. This time he pictured his hands being in restraints, leather cuffs that locked together. 

His dick jumped in his hand a shudder ran through his body, he took his hand away from his dick because he didn't want to cum yet. In this dream like image he saw himself as he knelt before the chair that Phillip sat in. Jamie watched as Phillip pulled his large dark dick out of his pants; he held it out to Jamie. The cock was semi-erect, fat but still very bendable, it looked like it might be only six inches long but it was really fat. Jamie watched as his hand reached out to take a gentle grip on the cock. The dream shifts to a different view, Jamie sees his hand as it brings the hardening cock to his face. It is hot and heavy in his hand as he guides it toward his opening lips. In it's semi-hard state it fills the young mans mouth like expanding foam reaching every remote corner. The cock fills his head so completely that he can't breathe.

Somehow, this doesn't bother him at all. He starts to swirl his tongue around the hardening cock as he hears Phillip from above him say,

"That's right, get that thing good and wet." 

Getting it wet has become much harder since it has grown too big to fit his mouth around. Jamie has to content himself with licking and sucking the head and about three inches inside his mouth. 

Jamie opened his eyes with a jerk of his head. Holy shit! He had cum all over his pants leg, a long skinny string of cum reached down to the knee on his leg. Cum ran down the inside of the door panel, it dripped from the steering wheel. Jamie looked in vain for something to clean up the mess with. There was nothing, the cum was soaking into everything now, he took to running his fingers across his pants leg and scooping the cum up as best as he could. His hands were covered in cum and his pants leg was wet there was only one thing to do. Jamie smiled to himself as he imagined Phillip giving the command.

"Eat that cum, eat it all up little one." 

Jamie sucked his hands and fingers clean of his cum. He then bent his head over the steering wheel and started to give the entire wheel a tongue bath, licking and kissing until it gleamed bright and clean again. His fucking dick got hard again as soon as he started to lick the wheel. Jamie went one step further he imagined Phillip telling him to strip and suck the cum stains out of his jeans. 

Jamie looked around again, nothing in sight in any direction. He stood in the grass and took his clothes off. Naked as a jaybird he stood in front of his new car and sucked the cum stains from his jeans. When he was sure they were clean he placed them along with the rest of his clothes in the trunk and slammed the lid shut. It was very exciting to be so exposed like this. He walked around the car to the drivers side opened the door and knelt in the tall grass to lick the cum from the door panel. His dick was hard as a rock. Jamie imagined Phillip telling him that he wanted him to cum two more times before he could put his clothes back on. Naturally Phillip wanted Jamie to eat the cum both times. In Jamie's mind Phillip was riding in the car watching Jamie as he did this chore for him. Jamie drove slowly through some of the most conservative areas of the country naked and beating his meat for his imaginarily friend. It didn't take long before Jamie felt his juices start to rise and he shot a stream of hot sperm into the palm of his hand. Without a second thought he tossed as much as he could into his mouth and started to lick up what was left. When his hand was clean he went back to stroking his meat. Phillip wanted another cum before he could get dressed. Jamie stroked himself and thought of doing whatever Phillip wanted him to do. The thought of Phillip fucking him in the ass was something that really worried Jamie. He now knew that he could give a good blowjob if he had to, and he knew that he could give a great hand-job. Jamie knew how to give the meat to a guy, he had fucked many willing assholes. But Jamie didn't think that he could take a mans cock up his asshole. It would hurt too much. He could never enjoy it. A nagging voice asked him if it mattered if he enjoyed it. Maybe it only mattered if Phillip enjoyed it.

Jamie could enjoy the car.

Phillip could enjoy the fuck.

Jamie's mind traveled down a new path now. 

Jamie saw himself tied and bent across the foot of a large brass bed. His arms were locked in restraints behind his back a leather strap ran up Jamie's back to connect with a ring on his collar, forcing his arms painfully high on his back The rail was high and Jamie had to stand on tiptoes to bend across the foot of the bedstead as he was .His legs were spread wide and tied to each corner of the bed frame. Phillip stood beside him stroking his back with his hand he was telling Jamie something. Phillip reached over to a table and picked up a box. He handled it like it was heavy; he set it on the bed beside Jamie. It was heavy, making the bed sag where it sat. Phillip opened the box and Jamie could see that it held three butt plugs. They seemed to be made of marble and there were different sizes. There was no small, the smallest was really a medium being about six inches long and the thickness of a sliver dollar at its thickest point it was colored a pale blue but like marble everywhere it had strands of color running through it. Something about this color was soothing to Jamie like sunlight on blue water. Phillip held the blue butt-plug in his hand. Phillip offered the butt-plug to Jamie's lips. Jamie reached out with his lips to kiss the butt-plug. Jamie sucked the plug deep into his mouth wetting it with his mouth's juices. Phillip smoothed a coating of Vaseline onto the marble surface and when he was finished placed the plug at the opening of Jamie's asshole. 




Evolution Ch. 02



I feel like I was never very successful at being a man. It's part of the reason I am enacting this transition. I've struggled with my sexuality since I was a boy, and the overwhelming feeling I have now is that I wish, for my own and everyone else who has ever been involved in my life, that I'd determined to do this earlier. I would have enjoyed a fuller existence, a more honest one, had I become the woman I am becoming at a much younger age. 

There always seemed other obligations, and I was truly torn apart by guilt, indecision, and the choices I made. I wanted to make. I knew it would be easier to make it in the real world if I approached it "normally". So I went in that direction. I wanted to anyway. It didn't, as it turned out, really become the easy way. Perhaps there is no easy way, not with this deeply diverse nature, these disparate desires.

Even as I started a family, the lure of the other side was never very far away. I remember that after my second child was born I, through mutual agreement, underwent a vasectomy. In preparation, I was asked by the doctor to shave my privates prior to the operation. I did so, and I found the feeling of hairlessness exhilarating. I kept the area shaved, and indeed used the operation as an excuse to begin shaving my legs as well, something I kept doing for the duration of the winter. Only the coming summer months, with the promise of trips to the beach, and wearing of shorts, stopped me from keeping my legs smooth and hairless. I was, after all, a "normal" guy. Even if sometimes I stopped at an adult bookstore on the side of the bypass and took a place in one of the booths, hoping that someone would have the urge to offer a hard cock. I remember one evening, standing in the hallway in front of the booths. There was a white haired man standing at the far end of the hall, his blue eyes drilling a hole right through me. I was so shaken I went into one of the booths- I wasn't used to being so aggressively pursued, and he was indeed openly pursuing me. My breathing came hard, the great excitement and fear I felt!

I went into a booth very near where he stood- I was much too intimidated to look him in the eye as I passed. I closed the door, but did not lock it, and sat down.

I heard the door to the adjoining booth close, and a shuffling in the dark as the plastic chair was adjusted. I bent down to better see who was in the booth, my breath fast with anticipation, shaking and excited. I saw the white hair in the dim light as the show began. He was standing, feeding tokens into the video monitor.

He looked down to where I was watching, and I saw him smile as he reached for the zipper of his jeans. I couldn't take my eyes away as he unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants, then his white skivvies. The long, hard cock was throbbing, jutting straight out from his body. I licked my lips, and he turned toward the hole.

It was heaven, his hard meat filling me, forcing my jaws wide, my lips wrapped around his pole, sucking him from the back of my throat. I took him as deep as I could, slavering over him, desperate for his come. At some point he pulled away, leaning down and whispering through the hole, "I'm coming over..." 

"Please..." was all I could think to say. Seconds later the door to the booth opened, and there he was towering over me, making me feel very small and insignificant.

"Take it out." He ordered.

I reached up and undid his belt, slowly. The front of pants tented out deliciously from the hardness underneath. 

"Do the zipper with your teeth?" He smiled.

"I rubbed my cheek against the hardness of his cock, through his jeans. I took the zipper between my teeth and pulled, and it slowly lowered. When I finished, I looked up at him, and saw him smiling down at me. I looked into his eyes as I pulled gently down on the pants, and then his underpants. I was breathing so hard, breath coming in ragged gulps. 

"Relax," he said gently, "Relax and enjoy it." He put both of his hands on the back of my head and pulled me toward his waiting manhood. I didn't need the guidance. I wanted nothing more than to be servicing his beautiful cock. But I also felt, through the force of his hands, the surge of his power, dominating me, taking me, making me his little cocksucker. And enjoy it I did- I loved it. He fucked my mouth hard, sliding down deeper and deeper into my throat. I thought I would gag at first, but then I felt myself open to him, taking him in deep as if it were the most natural thing in the world. I cupped his balls gently in my fingers, caressing, and felt him press me harder onto his cock as he began to slam into me.

Then I felt his come spray into my throat, and I sucked down every delicious drop of him, feeling it running into me, thirsty for him and his hot salty come, feeling it consecrate me, baptize me into this wonderful new world, the world of belonging to him, to become His, His little girl. I wanted to cry I was so overcome. I sucked on his cock like a hungry infant until he became soft, luxuriating in the warmth of his caress as he stroked my hair, my cheek. 

I caught, out of the corner of my eye, another hard cock jutting from the glory hole, throbbing, in need. I looked at it, at least eight inches long and fat, hard and ready, then looked up at Him. 

He smiled, and said, "You should take care of the man, sweetheart. Go ahead." Then he bent down and kissed me on the lips forcefully, and repeated, "Go ahead, sweetie."

He had me kneel before the hole, and took the seat behind me. He pushed my head toward the waiting cock, and as I approached, I opened my lips and kissed the thick head, licking the drop of pre-cum from the tip of it. Then He pushed, gently and firmly, pushing me forward onto the hard, waiting cock, and I gulped and sucked as the monster slid into me. While I sucked, swirling my tongue, growing feverish again for the hardness, thirsty again for the taste of come running deep into me, He unbuttoned my shirt and began to caress my breasts, tweaking my nipples, then squeezing them between His rough fingers, pulling them out and away from my chest. It was driving me wild, and I had the feeling that my chest was on fire as I bobbed up and down on the unknown stranger's cock, and I started moaning uncontrollably. 

He leaned forward, whispering into my ear. "Suck that cock, baby...yes, suck it in, feel the way it dominates you, little cunt, cocksucking whore, sweet little slut...My sweet slut, suck it all in..."

I felt the cock in my mouth stiffen, the begin shooting stream after stream of spunk into my mouth, coming in buckets, faster than I could swallow, though I tried so hard to take it all. And I came at the same time, overwhelmed by His nasty talk, the heat , the excitement of the cock in my mouth, and the electric feel of his rough fingers teasing and torturing my nipples and chest, puling and twisting and squeezing the nipples relentlessly. It was the first time I'd ever achieved an orgasm without any kind of attention being paid to my hopeless little cock. It was the best orgasm I'd ever had.

The stranger in the next booth pulled away from my mouth, and some come ran down my cheek and onto my chin. He took His finger and caught the runaway come, pushing it back up and onto my lips.

"Take this, little slut. You have to take it all." He said, pushing his come-covered fingers through my soft lips. I opened them, and licked the come from His finger, and then, compelled by need, began to suck on His finger, looking up into His blue eyes, adoring, overwhelmed with lust, gratitude, obedience, and submission.

I became His pet, His slut. Gladly, gratefully, lovingly becoming His.



Evolution Ch. 02



With a steady pressure he pushed the thing inside the boys asshole. Phillip didn't stop or slow down until the thing had been pulled the last inch inside by the boys own ass muscles. Jamie could feel the weight of it as it sat inside his ass. Jamie knew now why it was so heavy. It rested it's weight on Jamie's prostrate gland every move Jamie made rolled that heavy weight across his tender prostrate. It was maddening the way it made you feel like you needed to cum. Jamie's dick was hard and throbbing as he pushed it into the empty space of the bed frame. There was no way that Jamie could bring his cock into contact with anything. It waved around in the thin air seeking release that it wasn't going to find. With his hands secured behind his back he was truly helpless. Phillip's hands had not stopped moving, he stroked up and down the boys back. He let his fingers trail alone the inside of the boy's legs, up his inner thighs until he brushed the fingertips against his balls. Phillip pushed against the plug whenever his hand came close to it causing Jamie to lunge and moan.

Jamie started to talk; he was asking Phillip to let him cum. This was a new Phillip, this king of men, this man Jamie served with all that he had, this Imaginary master in his mind would not let him cum. He demanded still more before he would grant release.

Jamie was so hot and bothered by this chain of thought that he pulled to the side of the road. He sat there naked in the hot sun of the Louisiana delta his hard dick in his hand. He glanced in the rear-view, nothing but his own dust, his eyes scanned the surrounding fields. Other then a tractor that was at least a mile away, there was nothing in sight. He leaned back in the seat and stroked his cock with long slow strokes. His eyes closed his mouth opened in a soundless expression of unchained lust. In Jamie's mind he was being fucked by Phillip, he was taking these same long slow strokes up his ass. He felt the climax approaching it was hard to do but he held his steady pace. Forced to not rush to meet this release, he endured the steady rise in his excitement and lust the intense feelings that were so good that they made you want to scream out how hot you were. He came. It was the most intense cum he had ever experienced, he felt it down to his curled up toes. The hot juice had shot up and landed on his face and chest, though it was weak and watery, there was a good bit of it. He started to clean his hand as soon as he stopped dripping onto his stomach. He sat there naked, alone, sweat ran down his body to darken the seat where it met his skin. The young man was exhausted both mentally and physically. He was breathing in slow labored breaths now. He was having trouble getting a grip on what was happening. Jamie considered if he might be having a breakdown of some sort. He was driving butt ass naked down the fucking road while he beat his meat to the tune of being a slut piece of ass to a man. Jamie started to get out of the car to get his clothes from the trunk. 

As he dressed he noticed how sore his dick was, it was as if it had been rubbed raw, and maybe even a little bruised. It hung red and swollen, looking for all the world like a bell

. 

Jamie had a lot on his mind as he drove out of those fields that day. Where had all that shit come from. Could he be queer? He certainly had got off to thinking about sucking a mans dick. Was being queer a bad thing if it could make you feel so damn sexy and cum so hard. Maybe the most troubling thing was the thought that gave him comfort. If being a queer was so bad, then why was he feeling so happy now? Was a man's dick a true barometer of his true sexual nature? Did it reveal who he really was as opposed to whom he wanted to be? Yeah, Jamie had a lot on his mind as he drove across the green fields of the Louisiana delta that afternoon.

Jamie's next stop was the KFC on the south side of Vicksburg. It stood just outside the arch of the Battlefield Park. As Jamie got out of the car his eyes went across the parking lot to the visitors center. A place where the tourist lined up to spend their money on souvenirs. They bought little toy canons, like the ones that had dropped death on women and children for 24 hrs a day. Paid 4.98 plus tax so their little 'Johnny' could play like it was he that killed all those people. Uniform caps from both sides, as well as the battle flags from the different regiments and corps could be bought, taken home and hung on the walls to proclaim loyalties to one side or the other. America was still divided, but now it was treated different, much as you might treat football loyalties to different schools. 

Jamie thought that the visitors' center was like a 'Disneyland' of death and suffering. Jamie smiled to himself as he considered what kind of place it would have to be if it was selling shit based on his life. Strictly X-rated of that he was sure and it seemed that it might be getting worst in the future. With a smile he turned away from the tourist and walked around the building to the front door. As he stepped inside the chicken place he saw Larry standing behind the counter.

Larry always had a smile plastered across his face. It didn't seem to matter what was going on, that boy was always smiling. His teeth seemed too big for his mouth. One guy had told him that when he smiled, he looked like a mule eating briars. Jamie had always remembered that and it crossed his mind again today, helping to keep that smile alive on his face. Larry was twenty years old and had never been outside the state of Mississippi. That is really not true since he had crossed the bridge and went to the sandbar under the Louisiana side of the river on several occasions. But the fact of the matter was that Larry was a true hick and like most hicks he was OK with that fact. He had built his body into a healthy shape by doing farm labor. Every year he would be one of the guys who helped tear down and put up the rides at the state fair. He stood a little over six foot tall and weighed in at 180 lbs. When he was down at the park he never stood long before some car would stop for him. He worked at the KFC but I felt that he could have made it as a male model if he had tried. Not Larry, he was always taking the easy way out. He worked at the KFC and after work he would troll for a few tricks and then go home and smoke up what money he had made. The men seemed to like his grown up 'Opie' looks, so the money came easy 

Jamie told him about the meeting in Phillip's kitchen, he even told Larry about how Phillip had him hold his hands behind his back during the entire event. Larry couldn't help but laugh as Jamie told him of the way he had begged Phillip to let him cum. Jamie didn't tell about the cum eating that he had done or about the cocksucking that he had done in the bright daylight of Phillip's backyard. They were not that good of friends, nobody was, that would be his and Phillip's secret.

The two friends talked for a few minutes, Jamie found that Larry had to work until seven that night. They agreed that they should spend sometime together since Jamie would be gone for several weeks when he left on the boat. Jamie agreed to meet Larry at the KFC at seven and he left to check at the truck stop, see if he had sold any paintings.

As he drove across town to get back to the river he thought of how he had met Larry. There is a city park just across the street form the bus station, it has several benches scattered about with high shrubbery that rises to the height of a grown man, affording a good deal of privacy for anybody who might want to meet somebody for some reasonably safe public sex. There was enough risk to be sexy yet enough safety to make it worth the doing. Jamie had met Larry while standing by the park bench close to the road, watching the interest in the eyes of the men who drove by. A friendship had developed between them and Larry had invited Jamie to come to his house where he had met his sister Molly. Jamie told Larry everything, they had no secrets between them. Until today, Jamie thought. On one occasion two guys from Jackson had picked up him and Larry. The four of them had gone back to the men's room at the holiday inn. After the guys had sucked them off, one of them offered them an extra twenty bucks if they would sit next to each other and jack one another off. While they had never did this before, neither one of them found it unpleasant and they had played with each other a few times since then just for fun. Jamie still could remember how sexy Larry had looked with his hard dick sticking straight out in front of him. He could still feel how hot his dick had felt as he slowly stroked it. Jamie felt his dick starting to get hard as he let these thoughts run through his mind. He remembered how he had moved his body in time to Larry's stroking, his own hand on his friends cock keeping the same slow pace. The thought that the men were watching made it even hotter for Jamie, he had shut his eyes and put the strangers out of his mind as best as he could. Since they had both just cum it took a long time before they were ready to cum again. When it happened it was so intense that both of them were shaken a bit by it. Thinking about it had made his dick get semi-erect and now it was pressed painfully against the inseam of his jeans, again. Being a slut does have its disadvantages he was discovering.

Larry was a hot guy but the real sexy member of his family was his older sister Molly. Molly was a knockout, her hair was a flaming red that hung down and framed her face. Her green eyes were always bright and happy like they were always laughing. Her lips were like a blossom that every now and then would bloom into a warm and happy smile. Her body was the answer to every schoolboy's dreams. Jamie felt that he might be in love with Molly but he never said anything because Molly was dating a guy from college, Bobby Ellis, a guy that Jamie and Larry called a friend. Bobby was studying to become an artist, and he shared what he was learning with his friends Jamie and Larry. Once they had been on the sandbar across the river under the bridge. They had a fire built and they were tossing back a few cold beers but the night took a bad turn for Jamie when Bobby took Molly off to a place just at the edge of the circle of light thrown by the fire. Jamie had watched as Bobby had remover Molly's clothing and made love to her right there in front of them. It was like a cold dagger had been shoved through his chest. Jamie had not felt the same toward Bobby since that night.

Rosie at the truck stop was all smiles as she handed Jamie fifty dollars. She had sold two of the big paintings, they went for fifty dollars each, Jamie's cut was fifty percent of selling price, so he pocketed the cash. Things were looking up. He took a booth in the restaurant and ordered a hamburger steak and a tall glass of sweet tea. While he waited for his food he bought a paper and found that there was an all night movie at the drive in tonight. All motorcycle movies. "Chrome and Hot Leather" was followed by "Biker Babes" followed by "Born Losers" followed by "Billy Jack" and the best one of all the one that started the whole thing off, the number one movie of all time," Easy Rider". The shows would last from dust to dawn, during all that time you could smoke, fuck, or do whatever you might want to do all night long. If you got the munchies you went to the snack bar and they had everything that you might want to eat or drink. It would be a great way to spend time with friends in a private setting. Somehow Jamie didn't want to share his friends tonight. 

The waitress bringing him his food interrupted Jamie's thoughts. He laid the paper down on the table and began to dig into his lunch, but his thoughts were constantly drawn back to how he had behaved with Phillip and on the ride up here. Now here he was with a great car, money in his pocket, and a chance to get it right with Molly. What did he do with this opportunity, he had daydreamed and beat his meat until it was most likely too sore to use tonight. He had fucked up his chances so bad that even if he got lucky, he couldn't win. But then again he had been trying before with a perfectly good dick and he had never got very far. But, on the other hand he was different now, he had a job, he had a car, he had cash money. As if to prove the point, his dick was hard and resting along side his leg. They say that you can judge a workman by his tools, if that were true then Jamie was blessed with some damn good tools. It stood to reason that he would become a craftsman at what he did with tools like he possessed.

Rosie stopped by his booth to get him to sign a ticket showing where his fifty dollars had went. She asked if he had any new works, he had to tell her no. He hastened to add that he had several almost ready and that he would try to get her a few before he left town. He knew that he was lying when he let the words leave his mouth, but he didn't want any hassles today. Maybe he could swing by James and Simons house and see if they could put the finishing touches on a few of the pictures he had started already. All his stuff was in their garage anyway. They could use the cash and Rosie needed the art to hang on the walls. But first he wanted to see Molly, he got up and walked to the payphone outside.

Still no answer, he had the time to drive over to James' house now and he could call again from there. It was so fucking nice to be able to walk outside and look over the cars parked there and pick out the nicest one. What do you know, It's mine. The car was so cool looking like it was moving even when it was parked. He got in and pulled the door shut. He sat there a moment, smelling the leather seats, looking at the stitching on the dash pad, the way the instruments were angled out from the dashboard. Everything about this car was so fine. Jamie was so proud to own it. Now he just had to earn it and there was no telling how far he might have to go to do that. Jamie knew one thing, he knew that he really loved this car and he felt that he would do most anything to keep it.

Jamie cranked the car up and headed off toward James and Simon's house, if he hurried he could get back in an hour or so and still get to Molly before she took off with somebody else. 

As Jamie drove his mind went back to Phillip, where would he take him, what would he ask of him. The range of possibilities dazzled him. It was as if he had entered a new world, a place where everything is all right. If he just let go of the controls and let Phillip tell him what he wanted. If he just became what he wanted, if he just let getting what he wanted take a more important role in his decisions. Instead of trying to change the way he wanted certain things, just admit to yourself that you wanted them and deal with the fact. You are what you do. If you suck a cock then you are a cocksucker, that is who you are.

Jamie had sure as hell sucked a cock today, what did that make him? He entertained himself with the thoughts of his coming deflowering at the hands of his very own captain. You might imagine the thought of Phillip got his sore dick hard once again. If it came down to a vote, his dick was going for Phillip.

There is only one adult bookstore in Vicksburg, the churches wouldn't allow it in town, and so it lurks just beyond the city limits. The secret to this places success is the large wooden fence that the owners built when they built the building. Driving by on the highway, you couldn't see the cars parked in the lot, so people felt safe to come and see what bedroom toys looked like. You could buy books and magazines, and there was the outhouse out in the back. Jamie used to go here to use the glory hole when he first came to town, sometimes when he felt horny he still did, though he didn't get up this way as much lately. The fence was coming up fast and Jamie was thinking that he was pretty horny now. A nice hot mouth was just what his sore dick needed now. He turned into the driveway that was almost an alley with a high board fence on both sides until you came into the back parking lot where about a dozen cars and trucks were parked, a pretty good crowd. He should get some action today. He parked the car and headed for the door thinking how crazy this was. He had come four times already today and his dick was sore and swollen yet here he was going back for more. A part of him knew that he wouldn't see Molly tonight, so he was free to do what he wanted to do. He walked into the brightly lit front part of the store, where they sold the books and toys. There was a fair amount of people looking at the racks of magazines, or pretending to browse while they checked out the young men who passed through on their way to the outhouse out back. Jamie didn't slow down he walked straight through to the door at the back, but he could feel the weight of all the eyes on him as he passed. There was an outhouse here with two booths; somebody had carved a hole in the wooden wall that separated the booths. The owner had build a bench that ran along the building and now men would sit here and watch to see who went into what booth, waiting for the one that looked like something they might like to try. It was very sexy walking down the line of them, knowing that they were sizing him up as a sex partner. He walked until he came to the end of the line and sat down. Most of the men here were older then Jamie and they were looking at him now like he was fresh meat and they were hungry dogs. 

The guy next to Jamie turned to him and asked if he came here often, Jamie told him that he had not been here for a few weeks but it was a good spot to find some action. The next question was the one that separated the men from the women. What do you like? How long would you have to buy suppers and movie tickets for a girl before she asked what you might like sexually? Jamie turned to the stranger and even though he knew that others were listening to what he said, told him that he wanted to get his dick sucked; he then asked the guy what he was looking for. While the guy didn't answer, his eyes told Jamie all he needed to know as they openly traveled down to Jamie crotch, where true to form, his dick was getting hard again. Jamie didn't know what was happening to him that day, but he seemed to have lost all of his shyness. Locking eyes with the guy Jamie reached over and took the guys hand and placed it on his pants just over his growing dick. The stranger was a little shy about playing with this mans dick in public and started to pull his hand back. Jamie grabbed his wrist and told him that there were no virgins or christians back here, you don't need to stop on my account. 

"What's your name"? Jamie asked the stranger rubbing on his hardening cock.

"Call me Jim", the guy answered but his eyes were glued to the bulge that was visible in Jamie's pants.

"Well, Jim I think that you have found a friend that wants to come out and play. Why don't you take my dick out so you can see what you want"? Jamie stretched his legs out in front of him and spread them apart like an invitation, the action caused the fabric of his jeans to tighten against his dick and show it off in great detail against his leg, the head clearly visible.

Jim was thunderstruck by this development. He had come down here to maybe get a chance to suck a faceless dick through the glory hole. Sitting by himself in a dark booth sucking strangers dick was a far cry from taking this man's dick out and playing with it in front of four other men. But his hand kept stroking the hot cock.

Jamie could see the desire in the man, he also saw the indecision, the uncertainty. He decided to help him out a bit. He reached down and unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. Jim pulled his hand away to give Jamie room to work but he kept it on Jamie's leg. Jamie reached inside his pants and fished his hard cock out into the light, he then leaned back against the building resting on his interlaced fingers behind his head.




Evolution Ch. 02



"There you go Jim play or do what ever it is that you like to do to a dick, it's all yours for a while." Jamie's eyes were daring the man called Jim to be what he was in front of these witnesses.

Jim for his part was horrified at the way things were going today. His little sexual hi-jinks had always been accomplished far from home where there was little chance of the news ever getting back home. As his hand crept up the mans leg, Jim wondered where these men lived, were any of them from his hometown, just a few miles away. He watched as his hand reached the hard cock and started to caress and lightly tease it. He licked his lips as he watched the cock respond with a big throb when he ran his fingers beneath it to its tender underbelly. Like a snake charmer leans in to kiss the back of a cobra's hood, Jim leaned into Jamie's dick. He kept his eyes locked on that hot and hard cock, he knew that the men were watching but he didn't care. He hoped that he would never see them again but if he did it would be right here most likely. It was awkward but Jim leaned across the mans legs and took the head of that big cock into his mouth. The way he was laying across the young mans legs let him look up into his face. He started to suck on this man dick right here in broad daylight with four other men watching. The out house door opened and closed as one of the men left, he didn't get far before he was drawn to the public drama taking place here before him. The other guy from the outhouse came out and joined the group of on-lookers. The doors opening and closing had gone unnoticed by all the other men.

Jamie ran his eyes around the group that were watching him get his dick sucked. He couldn't tell the suckers from the suckee's maybe there was not that much difference. "Jim' was going to town now running his face up and down the pole of Jamie's hard cock, apparently he had overcome his stage fright. It was a sexy scene that he was watching. Jim was in effect giving all these man a free ride if they wanted it. I mean what could Jim say if one of these guys approached him in a bar one night and told him that he had seen him that day that he had sucked a guys dick. All the guy would have to do is threaten to start telling the story around and Jim was exposed as a pervert someone not to be trusted with children. He would have to give up another blowjob or face certain ruin. 

These thoughts had not crossed Jim's mind today though, today he was free, and today he was thrilling to total exposure total freedom. He was serving up the best and hottest blowjob he had ever delivered. He was wallowing in the nastiness of sucking this stranger in front of all these man, his dick inside his pants was hard and felt so tight against his shorts.

Jamie saw Jim as he reached his hand down to his cock to rearrange it, he pulled the mans head up off of his dick,

"Come between my legs and take out your dick and play with it while you suck me. I want us both to cum together if we can. If you cum first, don't stop sucking until I cum. OK?"

Jim had gotten up and was now kneeling down between Jamie's widespread legs. His eyes make a circuit of the circle of men watching him as he performed for this man. They would all know things about him that his own mother and father could never know. What kind of power did that knowledge represent? It was an idle question that just popped into his head as he reached inside his pants to withdraw his own hard dick. He avoided looking at the men surrounding him as he started to stroke his cock at the same time as he lowered his face onto this mans dick. This was far worst then anything he had ever imagined and here he was with a hard dick while it was happening. God, he prayed nobody would ever find out about this. Yet he was glad to get to for once live in the fast lane and do something risky and kinky. He might never do anything like this again but at least he would always have the memory of how it felt. That was worth some risk.

Even thought he had about beat himself to death already today, Jamie felt the cum starting to rise up in him again. He didn't say anything to Jim but he might have started to rise up to meet his face on the down stroke. Jamie was the pitcher and Jim was the catcher that day. Jamie shot his weak load deep into that hot mouth and Jim sucked like a champion. It was over as quick as it began, that's what Jamie liked about these places, you can get what you want and then leave. As he zipped his pants he noticed that Jim was wiping up a mess of his own, he had cum with Jamie as soon as he tasted the boy hot juices. Jamie stood up and turned to the still kneeling Jim.

"Thanks man, that was great Jim, thanks a lot." As he spoke these words he was turning to leave. He still had to get to James and back to the truckstop before he ran out of time.

As he climbed into his new car he thought that was five times that he had cum already today. His cock was still semi-erect or maybe it was just swollen Jamie was not sure.



Evolution Ch. 03



Twenty minutes later he was sitting in James driveway, James was not at home. Jamie had no ideal where he could be or when he would be back. There was no paper in the car so he couldn't leave a note. Just as he began to think that this was a wasted trip, Judy, James' little sister came up to his car and told him how pretty it was. He thanked her and asked if she knew where her brothers might be but she didn't know anything that would help. She did get him a pen and some paper and she let him inside the garage where all his stuff was stored. He found four paintings that he thought that James and Simon could finish without too much trouble, and wrote them a note to explain how they could make a few bucks for themselves and do him a favor at the same time. He used their phone to call Molly again but again there was no answer. Jamie couldn't wait any longer then he already had, he would have to see these friends on the next trip home. It looked like it was going to be Larry and him; everybody else seemed to be out of sight right now.

Jamie pointed his car back toward Vicksburg; he would have to hurry to get to KFC before Larry got off work. With the radio blasting the new rolling stone song "Get off of my Cloud", he pulled into the parking lot twenty minutes later and five minutes early. He spent those five minutes watching the line of tourists slowly snake up the sidewalk and into the gift shop. He wondered how much money they took in on an average day, it must be a lot because the line never stopped. 

The sound of Larry opening the passenger door took Jamie by surprise, making him jump. Larry slid into the front seat and placed a bucket of chicken on the back seat.

"I got us a sixteen piece bucket with slaw and potatoes, I didn't get any drinks." He sounded plumb guilty about it.

"I see that they are having an all-night movie at the drive-in tonight, some really good motorcycle movies. Sounds like it might be fun. Lets get a fifth of catus juice, a sack of lemons, a salt shaker, and go to the movies tonight." Jamie was a little disappointed that Molly wasn't here with them but he thought that they might still have a good time.

Larry was all for it, so they headed for a package store to get the drinks. They had about an hour before dark, when the movies would begin. On the way to the package store they had to past by the park where they both had worked the queers that cruised by. Larry saw the car of a trick that he had worked in the past. He knew that if this guy saw him he could make a few bucks really fast and have a little fun at the same time. He asked Jamie if he would mind letting him out for a while so he could work this one trick and that he would be standing by the bench ready for me to pick him up in forty-five minutes.

Jamie at first was irritated by this but he wasn't sure why, it was just a feeling that he couldn't explain. Like most men when they have a feeling they can't explain, Jamie tried to ignore it. He pulled to the side of the road and let Larry jump out of the car.

"I see you in about forty-five then" he said to Larry's back as his friend hurried off to the bench by the road.

Jamie's eyes were watching the traffic looking for an opening to pull back out into the stream, but his mind was somewhere else. His mind was wondering what that irritation was that he felt when Larry had decided to leave for a while. Was he jealous? 

Jamie wasn't completely aware of the fact, but since the scene with Phillip this morning, what happened in the house and what happened in the back yard had caused him to reconsider a lot about what he thought of himself. He had stepped outside of his own persona and put himself in the role of and observer. He was seeing who he really was now and it was sometimes very surprising. He had already learned on his ride through the cotton fields that he was into being controlled by another person. This was a revelation that he would not have believed if somebody had told him it was so. But he had proved that it was true, it was a fact. The scene in the bookstore's backyard was another sign that he was a different person then he had imagined himself to be. At the moment, at this special time in his life, he seemed to be changing into somebody different then he had been before. Was this because he was weak and the temptation was just too much for him to withstand? He didn't think so; he had proved his strength to himself in that little metal box in Colorado. He wasn't weak in his spirit that was a fact. Was his sex drive out of whack somehow? This was a question that demanded a lot of thought he decided, feeling his sore and abused cock trying to harden once more against his leg. That couldn't be 'normal' could it? If a woman wanted sex all the time there was a name for her, she was a nymphomaniac. If a man wanted sex all the time there was a name for him, he was normal. Now Jamie began to see that there was something on the other side of normal, and that was where he was. Maybe that was who he was. The one thing that Jamie was sure of was that he was sore and bruised but his dick was hard again. He knew it might hurt him but he wanted more sex. He had cum five times in the last eight hours and he was still horny. That was way beyond normal. Jamie wondered if this was a process that may have started some time ago, about the time he became unhappy with the military. Jamie finally concluded that whether he was a worm sprouting new wings to fly into another life, or whether he was a guy who was on a slippery slope. One thing was for sure, he was in motion; only time would tell where he might wind up. With the same courage and determination that had let him jump out of airplanes, he now resolved to ride this feeling out. He would ride this thing until it took him to the end. He decided right there in his new car that Phillip was going to really enjoy this next trip on the boat. Jamie had been following orders for some time now, but he had lost respect for the people who were give them. Now he resolved to follow Phillip orders and to serve him as truly as he had served his country. He had woke up this morning an ex-paratrooper, When he woke tomorrow he was going to be a loyal and obedient sexual slave to Phillip. Jamie didn't think that he was gay but he had enjoyed all the 'gay' things that he had done. It was worth the time and effort to see where this would lead. It was as if the weight of the world had been lifted from his shoulders He was out the door; he was free falling into perversity. God only knew where he might land.

Jamie had to pass right by the truck stop so he pulled in to tell Rosie about the paintings and that she could give his money to James or Simon. Jamie owed Rosie, she had been a big help when he had first come to town. He had been broke and had asked if he could paint some signs for some food. She had agreed and he had made signs for pie, coffee, and cake, Rosie was delighted and paid him twenty dollars as well as breakfast. Later Jamie had asked her about selling the paintings of the local monuments in the Battlefield Park as well as the more red-necked classics like an eighteen-wheeler with the ghost like figure of Jesus looking over it. She had agreed and together they had sold close to two dozen paintings. It was pretty rinky-dink but it helped a lot when he needed the help. At least by coming back by to talk with her, he had not left her hanging with empty spaces on the walls in her dining room. 

It only took a few minutes and he was back on the road heading for the package store on the edge of town. Like the adult bookstore it was not something that the churches thought belonged in their fair city, so it had to locate itself just outside the city limits. As he was pulling into the parking lot he thought that he saw Molly getting into a car full of people. He wasn't sure, but it looked just like her, something about the way she moved. The car left in a cloud of dust and a screech of tires as it barked rubber when it hit the paved road. It was headed for Baton Rouge he guessed since it went south on Rt 61. Jamie went into the store and got his supplies along with the drinks he also got some chips. Now he still had to get the lemons and they were set for the night. When he came back out he saw that same car again, it must have turned around and come back into town for some reason. As it passed by him he saw that it was full of black men mostly, but he saw a head of flaming red hair in the back seat. It was a quick look but he was sure that it was molly.

What would she be doing with a carload of black man? Jamie couldn't imagine but he felt that she wasn't there because she wanted to be. He jumped into his car cranked the engine and took off in a cloud of red dust chasing the big sedan that held the girl of his dreams. Before he could catch up with the car he saw it turn off the road and go down a shady driveway. He slowed as he passed by on the highway looking to see where the house was. It wasn't a house it was a house trailer and it did not look fit for people to live in. Jamie parked across the road from where they were getting out of the car. The redheaded girl got out with her arms around the neck of a huge black man. The redheaded woman was kissing the man on the lips, a long deep kiss it looked like from where Jamie was sitting. When she drew back from the kiss, Jamie could see that it was Molly, but what was she doing here with a bunch of black men kissing and carrying on? 

Jamie got out of the car and opened the trunk, he reached in and got his jack handle. He didn't have a gun but he wished that he did. He slid the jack handle up the sleeve of his shirt hiding most of it and letting the rest of the bar rest in the palm of his hand. He shut the trunk and got back into the car. He drove to the next driveway and turned into it, the house looked empty so he turned the car off and got out. He crouched down as he ran into the bushes that separated the house from the trailer. Watching for any signs that the men in that trailer might notice him. In a heartbeat he was at the edge of the woods looking at the back of the trailer less then twenty feet away. He crept closer until he was below the window, he could hear sounds coming through the open window, sounds that he didn't like one bit. A woman was moaning. Jamie screwed up his courage and took a chance, raising his head high enough to be able to see into the room. Molly was sitting astride a black guy while she sucked on the cock of another. As he watched she raised her head up and looked into the black guys face.

"I love to suck on your big black cock Raymond" she told him " and I like your brothers cocks too. But yours is the best that I have ever sucked"

" Yes sum Missy, I likes the way that you sucks on my cock too. Now get yur white ass back to work put those lips around my big black dick and show me what you can do." As he spoke Raymond moved her head back onto his monster cock. As Jamie heard this he knew that this was no rescue, Molly was with these men because she wanted to be. Just as Jamie started to leave he was hit hard on the back of his head, he tried to turn and see who had done this to him but the stars filled his head and he saw black only black.

The voices came to him before he could see anything. He heard Molly telling these men that she knew me that I wasn't a cop. He listened as she explained who he was to her, just a guy she knew, a friend of her brothers. He opened his eyes and the light stabbed into his head like a search beam, he squinted his eyes and looked at Molly. She had put on an old bathrobe of some sort, it was way too big for her so he figured that it must have belonged to one of these men.

"Hi Molly", he said but it really sounded weak even to him.

"What the fuck are you doing here, how did you know where I was? Have you been following me around"? She really sounded pissed off when she said it.

"I thought that you were in trouble so I stopped to help you." He used his sleeve to blot the blood that was running down the side of his head.

Raymond had stepped up next to him, Jamie sat on a chair he had his head resting against his hands so his face was at the level of the tall black mans crotch. The big cock that Molly had been sucking on was still there, its big head clearly visible through his pants.

"You gonna help her with this"? He held out my jack handle.

"I didn't know what was going on when I came here. I listened at the window until I heard enough to know that she is here because she wants to be. I would be gone by now if your man hadn't cold-cocked me" I looked up into his eyes, I wanted him to see that I was telling the truth.

"Yeah, that might be so, I guess." Raymond was trying to be big about this I guess, giving me the benefit of the doubt. "It could be just like you says it is. But then again you could be with the klan, or the law, not that there's that much difference around these parts. The thing is, how am I supposed to know why you are here? We get death threats all the time and we knows these peoples ain't bluffing. No siree, these folks ain't bluffing a tall" 

Molly chimed in, " Raymond, Leon, Otis and Amos are down here getting people to sign up to vote. Raymond ain't lying about this stuff. We think that the police and the klan worked together to kill three of Raymond's friends over in Philadelphia. They just disappeared one night after they were released from jail and nobody's seen them since. The F.B.I. can't find them and they got people running all over the place looking. Them boys are dead."

"I ain't with the klan or anybody else, I was going to the drive-in movie when I see Molly, and I think that she might need some help. So here I am but now I see that I was wrong. You can let me go and everything will be fine. I won't cause you no trouble." It seemed very reasonable to me and I hoped that Raymond would see the truth of it in my eyes.

What Raymond saw was the way my eyes kept stealing glances at the bulge in his pants. His face remained set in a hard expression but what he saw made his mind smile.

"OK, Molly get your bitch self out of those clothes and get back to what you came here to do" Raymond looked at me and asked. "Is it going to be a problem for you to have to stay and watch as Molly fucks and sucks these men until they are used up".

"No" I lied, "You guys do what you want, I just want to get out of here and get back to my life."

"That ain't gonna happen. You gonna be right there with us until we are all through. You gonna learn a lot about this little sweet bitch here. You gonna see what you been missin out on." Molly had removed the robe and was completely naked now, she had come to stand beside Raymond as he finished his talk with me. Raymond turned to her," Get your ass on your knees and suck my dick bitch". Molly never batted an eye or protested in any way, she just dropped to her knees and started to suck on Raymond's cock again. She was less than an arms length away from me sucking like I wasn't even there.

One of the other blacks came over and complained to Raymond that he was tired of waiting for his turn. Raymond pulled Molly off his dick while she was still sucking, it almost made a popping sound as it was forced out of her hot little mouth.

"Get yur ass on your hands and knees," Raymond cast his eyes at me and then said "Strip this faggot and tie his cracker ass to the chair". Raymond looked at Molly. "I want you to stand in front of your boyfriend" as Raymond talked he pulled Molly to the front of my chair, he bend her at her waist and had her hold her hands on the chair back, one on each side of my head. "Bitch you better keep both of your hands right where I'm putting them now. You hear me bitch?"

Molly turned her head to look into Raymond's eyes. "Yes sir."

While this was happening two of the others were tying my hands and my feet to the chairs legs. I thought that it was kinda funny, these niggers were so dumb they forgot to take my clothes off before they tied me up. The big guy, the one she called Raymond was the boss here, Jamie waited to see how he would handle this stupidly on the part of his men. Jamie was forced to re-focus his mind on who was the dumb-ass here as the two blacks pulled out their knives and started to slice his clothing away. I not only was naked but I had no clothes at all now, This was much worst, cutting those clothes told me that I was to be left here when the party was over. I felt then that they were going to kill me and maybe Molly too. Molly's face was inches away from mine, her tits hung down in front of my face; her ass was stuck up in the air behind her. Meanwhile Raymond had taken his place behind Molly and started to fuck her again. Jamie found himself staring into her eyes as she was brutally fucked from behind. Each time Raymond would drive his massive cock into her tight hole she would be forced to rock her face with in inches of Jamie's wide- opened eyes. Her eyes had a glazed over look about them, her pupils seemed to be the size of nickels. Her mouth hung slack-jawed as she sucked her breath through it. She was stoned out of her mind on something. As Jamie was seeing this woman that he loved in a new light, for the first time, he wondered who she really was.

A black cock came over his shoulder. Molly's mouth was working like it was sucking even before it got to the offered dick, when she made contact she didn't stop until the man was balls deep in her hot mouth. Jamie's eyes could see the uncontrolled lust in Molly's face as she sucked on that ebony baton in her mouth. He could see that she was lost to reason and existed only to serve. She was loving every minute of this ordeal, totally unaware of how she looked with her spit and slobber smeared all over her face, drenched in sweat, shiny and wet as she gave her self away. How on earth did this man Raymond get such power over Molly, would Phillip hold that same power over him before long? Her hair brushed against the side of Jamie's head with every move she made. Her sucking sounds were funneled into his ear an inch or so away from the sucking lips when the cock was at it's deepest in her mouth. He smelled the heat of her and the sweat as she worked for her men. 

It was the hottest thing that he had ever seen in his life. He found that he was putting himself into her place instead of the men fucking into her. He felt that he too was serving these hard men, his dick was hard and sticking up into the air high enough that he sometimes felt it touch her nipples when she was pushed forward extra hard by Raymond. This went on for some time, until the giant named Raymond groaned and slammed into poor Molly so hard that she was slammed to the root of the cock in her mouth. Raymond held her there, seemingly not noticing her twitching and squirming around trying to catch her breath with that black dick shoved into her throat. It was so hot for the guy behind Jamie that he blew his load down her throat so deep that she didn't taste a drop of it. They all stayed that way for a long moment, each of them regrouping in their own way. Jamie couldn't imagine what was going through Molly's mind, but what was in his mind was worrisome enough for him. Jamie had found himself wanting to be her, wanting to be serving these men in their rough style of forcefulness, a willing victim for their enjoyment and satisfaction. He wanted to be treated as a servant, a sexual servant willing to do whatever he was asked without reservations of any sort. What he wanted was to be a slut to them just as he had been for Phillip that morning in the backyard. 

Raymond had regained his composure and pulled his softening dick from Molly's stretched cunt with a wet plopping noise. Molly pulled her face back from the cock over my shoulder, her eyes tried to avoid mine as she pushed her self back up to her stiff-arm position.




Evolution Ch. 03



Chapter 3. All Dressed Up and Somewhere To Go

His name was Tony, but I was allowed to call him "Master" or Sir". In public, it was "Sir". I went to His home the following week, and He introduced me to His toys, His cuffs, His Collar. He took the virginity of my ass-cunt. He tied me to the corners of His bed, and dropped molten wax over my nipples, my stomach, and then my soft, shaved, small cock and balls as I writhed in pain and ecstasy. 

And he dressed me. One night, when my wife and son were out of state visiting her father, He invited me to His home. It was a Friday night, early fall, sometime in September. He'd said six, right after work. I arrived at 5:40.

He met me at the door, dressed in black leather from head to boot. "we're going out tonight." He told me. "I've your clothes laid out on my bed. Come and put them on." I smiled, starting to thank Him. "Quickly." He tersely added. I obediently followed Him up the stairs and into His bedroom. He stopped by the bed. There was a large garment bag from one of the top department stores in the city on the bed.

"Off with those." He ordered. I stripped to my shorts. "All of them." I was standing before him, naked. I held my hands at my side.

"Freshly shaved, my pet." I could feel His eyes surveying my body. "You've done well." He patted my ass, and I felt pride glowing in me.

"We'll start with these." He pulled a tiny black piece of sheer cloth from the bag and handed it to me. I unfolded the little garment, and saw that He was smiling. "Put it on."

I bent forward and donned the silky red thong panty, siding it slowly up my smooth legs until it was nestled in place, cupping my clit, and adjusted until it felt snug, right.

"Very good, my pet. Very sexy." He pulled another little folded cloth from the bag on the bed and handed it to me. A pair of black lace-top thigh high stockings. I sat on the edge of the bed and slipped into the right leg, then the left. I smoothed them, slowly, seductively, and stood, amazed by the electric feel of the stockings on my freshly shaved legs. 

"Very nice, pet." He reached into the bag as I looked at the floor submissively. "This next." 

He handed me a very thin, stretchy halter top to put on. I pulled it over my head, reaching through with each arm, and fitted it into place over my small, excited breasts. I snugged it down- it felt very tight, pulling up on my breasts. Looking down, I could see that it was translucent, almost transparent, over my breasts where it was pulled the tightest, and my small nipples were clearly on display. He reached up and squeezed my nipples roughly between his thumb and index finger, twisting, and it felt like my tits were caught in a vise. I remained still, though, staring at the floor, gulping for air. 

"You love it, my pretty slut." He whispered, and released his grip. My nipples were red, extended, jutting out from my body, erect and excited. "This next, cunt." He handed me a pair of thin white spandex shorts. I put them on.

They were very short women's shorts, again a thin, almost transparent. The shorts stopped many inches above the lace top stockings, just covered my ass, and the panty underneath was clearly visible. His appraising eye went up and down my body, hungrily, predatorily, assessing the effect of His transformation upon me. "These are next." He reached in the bag and drew out a pair of glossy red platform shoes. "They were going to be heels. You will be wearing heels soon, but not tonight, not for the first time." He handed me the shoes. "After all, tonight you're going to be dancing." 

I sat on the edge of the bed and slid the shoes on. Standing, I swooned a little, getting used to the unusual feel of the wedge, the additional height. I felt my hips and my ass thrust forward in the shoes, and my shoulders pulled back. And my breasts push put. 

"Take a step, slut. Begin to walk." He ordered. I tentatively put out my right foot, and began to walk across the bedroom. 

"Very good, slut. Keep going. Get used to them. You'll be wearing these a lot."

After the first few passes, I gradually became more confident. I felt how the shoes made my ass shake form side to side with each step, enjoying the feeling. Soon I was very confident that I could walk comfortably in my new shoes. I stopped in front of where he sat watching, approving.

"You're doing well, slut. Next, the bathroom." He rose and took my hand, leading me to the bath. At the makeup station, there was another small sack in front of the mirror. I sat in the chair in front of the mirror. "This is for you. I'll apply it tonight, but I fully expect you to learn to do this yourself. And quickly."

He removed an assortment of tubes, small bottles, and spray cans. "We're going to start with your eyes."

He then started to expertly make up my eyes, applying mascara, shadow, and liner until when I looked in the mirror I saw a woman's eyes looking back at me. He then applied foundation, blush, smoothers, blenders, and finally, a bright red lipstick.

"Pretty." He stepped back, positively responding to His handiwork. "Now the hair."

I had long hair anyway, the style of the time, long brown about down to my shoulders. He took a brush from the bag and began to tease my hair with it. He had spray cans ready, a pair of scissors. 

"We won't need to cut, I don't think, but this will help..." He parted the hair and swept it back, applying a mousse, and started to style a new hairdo. With my fully made up face, I watched him work magic on me, my new feminine hair completing the transformation. He finished with a spray, holding the new hairdo in place. 

For the final addition, he fixed a thin black leather choker around my neck. It had a small silver ring in the front. "This is your collar for tonight, my pretty slut. It will let everyone know that you are owned, and that you are Mine." 

The entire transformation had taken about an hour and a half, and, insisting that I close my eyes, He led me to a full-length mirror hidden behind a closet door.

"You look very pretty, my slut." He ran a hand over my ass, and I caught my breath. "You can open your eyes now, and see the new you."

I opened my eyes, and gasped. I saw a pretty, slutty girl in the mirror. I thought that it wasn't me, I didn't recognize who in the world it was, but she turned me on. She was turning Him on too. And then I thought, that this is me, the real me, the me I always wanted to be, and I wanted to cry and my eyes began to fill. 

He saw this, and he put an arm around me and said, "Don't you dare cry, my pretty slut. You'll ruin your make-up." He kissed me very forcefully, taking my breath away and driving any tears away. His tongue rammed into my mouth, and I began immediately to suck on it, swirling my own tongue around it, taking his tongue as deep into my mouth as it would go. His hands cupped my ass, squeezing, tight, and I thrust my hips and crotch into him.

We broke the clinch after a few minutes. He took my chin in between his fingers, looking into my eyes. "We're going out in a few minutes." He said, "We'll continue this later." I was panting, and heard His own breathing coming in heavy, deep gulps. He led me downstairs, and sat me on the large sectional ivory couch which took up a center portion of the large living area. "I'm going to mix us a drink before we go."

He went to a bar against the wall and pulled a green bottle from a small wine cooler. He opened the bottle and half-filled two glasses with white wine. Handing me mine, he said, "Don't drink yet. I have something else for you." He pulled a small manila packet from a side table by the couch.. He pulled a small blue and white capsule from the packet, opened the capsule and dropped the contents into my glass. "This is going to make you very relaxed, very eager to be physical. Any inhibitions you might have will be erased, so that you may have a great time tonight. It will please Me greatly to control you, to have you under my total command, and this will make you compelled to absolutely obey at all times."

I swirled the drug into my drink until the powder has dissolved. "Thank You, Master." I responded, and we tapped glasses. 

"To our night together." He toasted, and I began to sip the delicious drink. "Drink up, and we'll be gone." I tilted the glass, emptying it, and I noticed he had only sipped his. With that, he led me to the car and we left.



Evolution Ch. 03



Raymond watched with cruel interest as this little drama played out for his entertainment, he decided to liven it up a bit.

"Molly, look at me," Raymond waited until Molly twisted around, she kept her hands where she had been told to. "I want you to keep that little ass of yours busy while you are with me and my friends. Now if we are taking a break form working on your sweet ass then I want you to fuck on that little white dick for a while. If there is not a black cock in your mouth, then I want that hot little set of lips to be giving white boy here some sugar, I want yur tongue to be busy fucking this cracker's mouth" Raymond was pleased at the shock in the girls eyes, the fear was a thing to behold. Another thought came to Raymond that was so hot it was too good not to use. "Listen here bitch, I ain't gonna follow no white cock, ain't taking no sloppy seconds. So whichever hole you fuck whitey in, me and the boys are going to use the other one. I'm gonna let you make the choice, cunt or ass, what you gonna give to this white boy?"

Molly could not believe this. How could she be forced to do this with her brother's friend, how could she refuse? She knew from experience that Raymond would cheerfully beat the shit out of her if she didn't do as she was told. She hung her head in defeat as she muttered. "Yes sir".

"I couldn't hear what you said bitch, say it again and say it loud enough that every nigger in the house can hear you". Raymond was yelling this as he finished.

Molly slunk back and down like a much-kicked dog, with her eyes on the floor she said again. "YES SIR!"

"That's better" Raymond said walking around my chair to stand behind me. "I don't see no black cock in your mouth, what's holding you back bitch? Get that mouth to work right fucking now or your ass is gonna pay a heavy price" 

Molly eyes found mine for a fleeting instant, as she pushed her hungry mouth over mine             

Her tongue demanding access. As Jamie opened his mouth to her, felt her hot wet tongue exploring deep into his mouth, felt the suction of the kiss, he remembered those eyes, the pleading in them. He found that he was returning the kiss, their tongues wrapping and teasing around one another, his dick so hard that it was throbbing with his heartbeat. 

Raymond walked around the intertwined couple watching from every angle, and then without a word he left the room. He was back in a moment with a bottle of cooking oil in his hand, he walked back to stand behind Molly. He reached out and poured the cooking oil into the top of molly's ass crack, where the cold temperature caused Molly to gasp into my mouth. I could feel the excitement build in Molly as Raymond started to work his finger into her tight asshole. Soon Molly was moaning into my mouth as we shared this moment so completely that it might have been my ass wrapping around Raymond's fingers.

One of Raymond's friends had decided that he wanted a blowjob, so he came up behind me and reaching over my head grabbed a handful of red hair. He pulled Molly's head from my face and placed it over his cock, where she started to suck. The black man used the hair like a set of reins, like a man trying to slow down a horse he pull back on that lovely hair and pulled her face deep onto his cock. Holding back hard on her hair he started to fuck into that sweet mouth with long and deep strokes. After a few moments he dropped the hair, she took over from there, driving her face down the shaft as far as she could go, and then slowly rising back up his shaft just as if he was still holding the reins. 

Raymond had finished with his softening up routine and was now lubing his cock with the oil, he wasn't doing this out of kindness toward the bitch. No, that had nothing to do with it, he was just getting greasy so he could drive his cock all the way in on the first stroke. He was gonna hammer this bitch and didn't want to get his dick sore from the fiction of her ass muscles when she started to spasm. He placed his cock at the opening of her tightest hole and started to push. Her ass gave way and he began his descent into her bowels, he never stopped or even slowed down. As his cock got thicker toward the base, he just pushed harder, he drove it to the very end of his hard rod. He used his foot to kick the slut's legs further apart, allowing him to shove another half inch of the thickest part of his cock into her defenseless ass.

Jamie watched as Molly lost it. At the beginning she was almost leaving the ground in an effort to raise her ass and escape this cruel impalement. But of course she couldn't escape it, Raymond proved that with his first stroke so slow, so deep into her soul, the way it mastered her completely. Her head was bobbing on the dick in her face but she tried to hold perfectly still with her ass. Raymond gave her the time to adjust, letting her hold her shapely ass still, he knew this was an important step in making her into the whore he wanted her to be. He moved in and out a couple of inches watching as her asshole sucked his cock like a baby's mouth on a nipple. He started to increase the length of his strokes when he felt her ass start to fuck him back. Soon he was driving the full length of his cock into the girls ass with no regard for her, now it was all for him. 

From where Jamie was sitting he could watch as his girl let it all go and gave herself to the fucking. It was when Raymond started that long slow stroking in and out of her ass that Molly lost the rest of her soul to these men and to all the others like them out there. She starting screaming but not for help, she was screaming for more. She was out of control, throwing her body back on Raymond's cock as she sucked for dear life on the dick in her face.

It was bar none the hottest thing that Jamie had ever imagined, just being this close to it had him as hot as he had ever been in his life. He had turned his head to watch as the black cock sunk deep into his woman's throat, well his imaginary woman, the woman he thought of when he thought of fucking a woman. That woman was inches away sucking a black cock like it was the best thing in the world, while she was being fucked up the ass by Raymond, he of the giant cock. There were two others waiting their turn at her, and she knew it, yet she was going to town, fucking and sucking, begging for more, needing it so bad. I looked over her glistening sweaty back to where Raymond was still making those long strokes in and out of her ass. Just the distance that his flat stomach traveled told Jamie something of the size of his cock and he had no ideal how thick it was. But Molly was sure as hell fucking herself on it; she was giving as well as she was taking. She had become an animal whose sole existence was to fuck and suck, she was the perfect slut, right now right here. Sexually she might never get back to this place again, right now she was as hot as she could ever get. She was peaking as a slut; it was so hot that Jamie had turned his head again to watch her face-fuck herself, so close before his eyes, that the spit sometimes flew onto his face. Before he knew that he was doing it, he had dipped his head in on her outstroke and kissed that big black cock. Jamie jerked back in shame but it was too late.

"Hey, der white boy, you don't gotta stop, jus you get yore mouth back where yer put it. Yur girlfriend can have what's up top, you get what down at the bottom. While you there lick my balls too." 

Jamie didn't try to resist this time, he willingly reached with his head until he could kiss and lick the base of the big black cock, Molly face touched his when she was on her down stroke, they were already sharing each other's slobber and spit. Soon they would both share a hot load of cum.

Raymond had reached the end of his self-control and couldn't stop himself from speeding up as his climax approached. He drove his cock like a spike deep into her bowels and held it there feeling her innards trying to re-arrange themselves to make room, or maybe she was just spasming involuntarily. Whatever the reason it felt so good it pushed him over the edge and he starting blasting his load deep into her bowels. He let his cock stay where it was until the movements stopped. He pulled his sloppy wet dick from her stretched-wide-opened asshole, watching as the cum and bloody shit dripped down her thigh. His cock looked clean although it would be hard to see that wet shitty mess on his wet black cock. Naked, he walked with his cock in his hand around to the side of the white boys chair.

"Here yer go faggot, I got sumthin for you". Raymond pulled the boys lips off of the other cock and put his own dirty wet cock into the boys mouth. "Now suck this big ol cock clean of yur white girlfriends shit, yall take yur time and git that cum of mine too.

You hear that white boy?"

Jamie did hear him but it didn't matter, he wanted to suck this cock, he didn't mind the shit or cum. He wanted to be used, he was so hot he was unsure of what he wanted but he wanted it bad. He drove his head onto the cock that was offered and sucked the way he had always dreamed of being sucked. Moving his head and using his tongue and lips to fuck this cock almost as good as any pussy. He sucked like a baby on his momma's titty, and it soon started to stiffen inside his hot mouth.

Raymond started to fuck the white boys face with the same strokes he had used on his girlfriend's asshole. Everybody was standing around watching this thing happen and nobody had stepped up to this bitch's ass. Nobody was fucking the bitch while she sucked that one cock.

"Bitch you better get you ass or your cunt down on lover boys dick" Raymond looked at the man standing in the doorway. "Louie, get me my belt out of my pants."

Molly had heard those words and knew what they meant! She started to lower her ass even before she made the decision which hole she was going to take him in. As she settled she slid forward just a bit and took the hard cock into her already opened ass. It was wet and slippery with Raymond's cum and Jamie slipped inside easily. She started to ride the cock as she sucked the dick in her mouth. She could see Jamie sucking on Raymond's cock from the corner of her eye as she fucked herself down easy on his cock. It filled her ass but not with the painful fullness she had felt with Raymond. Jamie felt good, real good, she settled in for a long slow ride. Just like the song she thought. 

She might have been sucking harder because she was so fucking horny but whatever the reason the cock in her mouth shot hot cum down her throat, stroking and shooting for several more deep strokes into her desperately swallowing throat before he pulled free of her lips. One of the others stepped forward to take his friends place and she gobbled his cock just as she had the two before it. She and Jamie were both sucking black cocks while she was driving her ass up and down on his hard dick. She didn't know how many times she had cum but it was a lot. Now she seemed to be cuming all the time, just peaking out every few minutes. Her entire body was super sensitive every nerve ending turned up to its highest setting. She felt that she was going crazy. She felt Jamie swelling in her ass, he was getting ready to cum, how could she keep his cock inside her hole if he got soft. That's why Raymond sent for his belt. She realized that she couldn't let Jamie cum or it was her ass for real. She raised herself up until only the head was inside her ass. She managed to stand still with her ass while she continued to deep-throat the cock in front of her. She could feel Jamie going wild beneath her, trying to jam his cock up into her ass, but she went up with him on every stroke. She stayed that way as long as she could stand the strain but she had to lower her ass back down over his cock to rest her legs. She settled down and though she held him deep within her ass she did nothing to provoke a climax for poor little Jamie, she held herself perfectly still as she sucked off another of Raymond' s friends 

Raymond was enjoying this. The white boy was showing some talent as a cocksucker and watching this bitch trying to fuck that cock with her hot ass and not let it cum was something that he would use to beat his meat the rest of his life. Every now and again she would feel him going slack and she would start to pump that ass up and down other then that she tried to stay as still as possible. That seemed like holding out to Raymond, he decided that he would stop that right now.

"Alright you two we ain't got all nigh, bitch you better make this boy shoot his load " as he spoke the words the belt was whistling through the air, it landed just as he finished his speech. What would have been a scream was turned into a nearly silent rush of air by the cock in her throat. Another blow from the belt was enough. She threw her ass into high gear, pounding it up and down on Jamie's cock. 

Raymond felt the coming climax as he watched the redhead dance her ass on her boyfriends cock. The woman was stabbing her ass down with all her strength, driving that cock like a railroad spike up deep into her ass, grinding and twisting, she used every trick she knew to make this cock shoot. The sound of the belt was like a drum beat getting faster as the ass moved quicker 

Raymond shot his load feeling it flood the sucking throat of the white boy. He left cock where it was letting the breath of the boy tease him for a moment, as he softened, and then pulled free of the mans lips. The boy had stopped sucking now but the sound of the belt kept going.

Another hard blow from the belt drew another red stripe across her sweet ass, she knew now that Raymond was going to whip her until Jamie came in her ass. She felt the cock in her mouth spurt it's cum, she swallowed without thinking about it. Another cock didn't take its place so she started to kiss Jamie as she fucked him. Whack! The belt came down again, God! It hurt so badly, she ground her ass on every down stroke to try to get Jamie to shoot and save her ass from this beating she was taking. Finally she felt him, as he got bigger just before he was going to cum, she kept at him until she was rewarded with her ass bringing her off again. It was the most mind-bending orgasm she had ever experienced, it provoked such spasms in her ass that poor little Jamie didn't have a chance. She felt her ass as it chewed that boy's dick. She felt it when Jamie tried to raise his hips against the ropes wanting to drive deeper yet inside her ass. She pushed against his body driving his cock as deep as she could loving the rush of this feeling, Cumming with such intensity. She kissed Jamie with her eyes tightly closed, a deep kiss that had her mouth and her ass sucking in unison. Molly had never been this far into sex before, she had let herself go but there had always been limits. Raymond had removed those limits and now she was totally free to be what he wanted from her. It was her becoming what he wanted that had provoked her mind-blasting orgasm today. None of this would be happening without him, nobody could have made her do these things she was doing but him. Only he had the strength to make her go where she was afraid to go, to let go and fall, knowing that he did love her and would catch her at the last minute. In her mind she gave herself to Raymond once more. 

She had to stop. She felt herself going limp and just collapsed on Jamie's lap, his cock still deep inside her ass. It hadn't shot much if anything, and it didn't feel like it was getting much smaller. Maybe he hadn't cum but just faked it, she couldn't tell one way or the other but Raymond seemed to believe it. 

Raymond was watching the hottest shit he had ever seen. This bitch was so fucking hot on her own but when you threw in this fucking cunt of a boyfriend it was really something else. He strolled over to stand on the other side of the white boy he pulled the boys head from his girlfriends mouth and shoved it onto the head of his dick. He was only semi-erect having just cum. He looked down at the white boy.

"Look at me bitch."

Jamie's eyes seemed to be having a little trouble focusing as he lifted them to the eyes of the black man. 

"I fucking own your girlfriend, everything she does she does it for me, she carries my pussy, mouth, and ass everywhere she goes just in case I want to use them. Now I own you too. You always going to remember how you sucked my cock, how you took it soft and made it hard. How you fucked your face up and down it like the cheapest slut. And you done it in front of your girlfriend. Looky here white boy, I don't know who you were when you came out here tonight, but when you leave, if you leave, you gonna be my slut."

Jamie had listened to the speech as he sucked. He couldn't speak but he could think and he found himself agreeing to most of what Raymond said, except he knew that he had already been a slut before he arrived here. He had brought the cock back to life and now was sliding his face along a hard and stiff cock. Raymond moaned a bit and Jamie felt a jolt of pride. Raymond was right he was a slut.

Molly had jerked her head up when she heard 'look at me bitch' thinking he was talking to her. Now she was watching, pleased that she could set still and rest while Raymond used Jamie. Her eyes were glued to Jamie's face as he bobbed up and down the length of Raymond. She never knew that he was queer; suddenly she wondered if Larry had been getting head from Jamie. He could sure as hell suck a cock, she thought as she watched the action. She was amazed when Raymond put both of his hands around Jamie's head, looking so big like two hands holding a grapefruit. She saw the black cock being shoved hard down into that little grapefruit's mouth, it looked way too big to fit. That's when Raymond pulled with his hands sinking his full length down poor little Jamie's throat. Molly, who got her kicks from rough sex and felt like a little pain was just a little seasoning making the meal better, felt plumb sorry for the little faggot. She also felt his cock jump in her ass, he was getting off on this. There was almost admiration in her as she realized that Jamie was as big of slut as she was.

Raymond pulled Jamie's face down on his cock as he felt it start to shoot. He ground his cock as deep as he could shove it at the same time that he pushed the back of the boys head with both of his huge hands until he was all in. He still looked down into the white boys eyes as he held him there hard against the root of his cock. The eyes showed no fear, no panic, this boy was a pretty cool customer or he was a natural born cum slut. Raymond enjoyed the boys throat milking the cum from his cock His eyes found the paratrooper wings tattooed on the boys arm, he bet they missed him in the barracks.

"You sum kind of a slut boy. I'll tell you right now, you can suck a dick." Raymond knew that the boy couldn't breathe with his cock in so deep, yet no panic, calm, almost limp. He started to withdraw his cock, slowly out an inch and stop, out another inch, another, two more and he stopped. He felt the boys tongue as it rubbed the underside of his cock, shit, he was still sucking. He could be dying for all he knew but he was still sucking cock with his last breaths. This was a cum slut. He pulled his cock free and turned away from the two white kids. 

Over his shoulder he said" slut you stay right where you are and keep doing what I told you to do. I may still whip yur ass yet just for the fun of it." He turned to his three friends. "I could use something to drink and a joint, how bout you guys?" They all went into the kitchen which since this was a trailer really meant just a few feet away and still in plain view of the two whites. 

Molly leaned her face into Jamie, her lips finding his, her mouth opening she started to give Jamie a deep soulful kiss. Jamie remembered the pleading look on molly's face as she was first made to lean down over him when he was stripped and tied to the chair. It was as if the pleading look was asking him to not judge her, not hate her for what she had let herself become. If she had been asking then, now she was thanking him. At least it felt that way to Jamie. She still had his cock up her ass as she sat astride Jamie's legs, she was kissing him as if she really loved him, soft, warm, wet kisses with a little tongue action but not like fucking with a tongue, more like a mother dog might soothe a puppy.




Evolution Ch. 03



Over everything else though hung the presence of Raymond. They both were kissing each other but they both were tasting and exchanging Raymond's cum. She held him in her ass because it was Raymond's ass, it did what Raymond said. Jamie fucked up into her because he was a slut and wanted all the sex he could get. He had no defense. 

Jamie was totally amazed when he felt the stirrings in his dick. Even thought he thought that Molly was the sexiest woman he had ever known, he hadn't believed anything could get his dick hard again. 

Molly knew that her life from here on out was going to be two things, intense and short. That was OK; she had made all the choices that had brought her to this. It was nobody's fault but her own, she had made this bed, now she would sleep in it. She rode this boys hard dick, this friend of her little brothers, planted sweet kisses on his face and pretended that it was a man she loved. She had her eyes closed and was feeling just a little dreamy but she also felt her high had left her. She was going to need another couple more Quaaludes soon. She hadn't heard the men when they came back over to where she still rode the boy tied to the chair. They gather around her and watched the beautiful young redhead as she fucked in a dreamy slow tempo, seeming to sway as she bent her head into the kisses she was giving, never stopping the slow fucking as she did. The men talked as they smoked and drank their coffee, Molly and Jamie was just a floorshow they could watch.

Molly wasn't sure if it was the drugs wearing off or if her ass was getting dry but it was beginning to hurt. She had hoped that the night was about over, she was fucked out, but she wasn't the one calling the shots. She knew that she would fuck all night long if Raymond wanted her to, with that in mind she parted from the kiss, sat erect on Jamie's cock and asked, "Raymond, baby, could you give your girl a little slickem on her ass, it feels dry and I'm getting sore"?

"Bitch! Who the hell you think you are to start telling me what to do. You just keep working that cunt and ass. I'll worry about how sore you get or not." Raymond was pissed that she would ask like that; at the same time he knew that he should have thought of it himself. You got to take care of your equipment whether you are a contractor or a pimp. "Yeah, girl, you just keep that slutty ass of yours working on that dick, I'll get you some oil" Raymond went back into the one of the back rooms and came back with a small blue bottle. He held it out for the girl to dip her fingers in.

Molly got a gob of the Vaseline type substance and rubbed it on Jamie's cock, letting his cock carry it deep into her asshole. 

"Now then bitch, I don't remember telling you that you could talk." He stopped and looked around the room, "Do any of you remember me telling this bitch that she could talk any fucking time she felt like it?"

Molly didn't like the way Raymond was handling this, but her ass did feel better as the lube worked its way into her. Jamie was sliding painlessly into her ass now and slipping painlessly out when she rose up on him. But now there was another feeling starting to make itself known, when the cock was deep inside everything was fine but when she fucked her ass up on it she felt a burning on her cunt lips, it seemed to be getting worst with each stroke. 

Jamie felt the difference too, a coolness when he was inside and a burning as the air hit his wet cock outside her cunt. It concentrated his attention on his cock, focusing his thoughts on the fucking that this girl was giving to him. 

Molly was going crazy now as Jamie's cock aggravated the burning on her pussy lips as it passed in and out. She was unable to keep quite even though Raymond had just scolded her for talking. "Oh God baby, do something. Baby I am going crazy here, I'm burning up. Help me!" She was begging but she didn't stop fucking. 

Raymond was pleased. He decided to play a little with her while she was so distracted by her burning cunt. 

"Bitch stop!" It was a command that brought Molly to a standstill. She looked to Raymond as the burn started to intensify.

"Bitch, I want you to turn yur ass round on that little white dick you got up yur ass. Don't you let that fucking cock slip outa yur ass" Raymond thought that it was an impossible task for the girl to accomplish, he didn't see how she could do it. 

The three other blacks stood with their hard to semi-hard cocks in their hands as they watched this white cum slut try to do what Raymond had told her to do. 

Molly knew that she might be in trouble here and knew that Raymond would start to use his belt again if she took to long before she started to do whatever she was going to try. The first thing that she did was to start to flex her ass muscles just a little bit; she didn't want to squirt the thing out. The shit that was burning her cunt had brought Jamie's dick back to life and it was hard and big in her ass. She put her hands behind her hips and reached down below her own ass to grab under Jamie's legs. She slowly leaned back, arching her back letting her head hang down toward Jamie's feet. This maneuver pushed her ass hard against Jamie. Molly then took a chance and picked her right leg up, she straightened it out as she let her other leg bend setting her ass down harder onto Jamie's hard cock driving him deeper then he had been so far. Molly balanced her ass on the cock while she ran her hands up her leg to her ankle. She pulled her leg with her hands between her and Jamie's face forcing her asshole to twist on Jamie's cock. She let her leg drop, now she was sitting crossways on Jamie's lap with him still inside of her. It was easy to crab walk the rest of the way around until she was sitting facing the same way that Jamie was, his dick still held securely in her ass. Molly looked up to Raymond's face and said, "Yes sir. Now can you please help me?" 

Bitch really pulled that off nicely, Raymond had to admit to himself, she was one limber bitch. Raymond stepped up to the girls face and inserted his stiffening dick for her to suck. He motioned for his friend on the left to take the white boys mouth and fuck him at the same time. "Lets fuck these crackers good. Leon is yur cock hard?" Raymond asked. 

"You god damned right it's hard" Leon replied.

"Then git your ass in gear and git around here and put it in her pussy"

Leon hastened to do as he had been told, he had to hunker down on his knees to get his cock to line up with the bitch's pussy, he pushed the head in. It was very tight, he could feel the other cock, the white boys cock was still in her ass. Leon started to press into this pussy with his ten-inch cock.

Raymond watched the cock as it disappeared into the slut's pussy. He felt her panic in the way she was sucking on his cock. 

"Look at me bitch" Raymond grabbed a handful of Molly's red hair and pulled her face up to face him. Jamie had cut his eyes up to Raymond's face at the command also.

Raymond looked down into that beautiful face stabbed by his cock. Her green eyes were glowing with the light of a panicky fear. Her red lips still held the large cock that he was feeding her. She was a sexual wreck; a woman on the brink of being used up Leon was making her move up and down with his hard strokes into her cunt. He knew that the white boy was still in there and if Raymond were any judge of events it would seem the whitey's cock was growing too. Molly's had a wild-eyed look on her face as she was filled in every hole, and her ass was on fire now. She tried to hold Raymond's gaze but she had to close her eyes with her first orgasm, she felt another right on its heels. Raymond was smiling as he watched his new slut earn her wings. He pushed deeper into her throat as he thought of all the money this whore gonna make for him, not to mention all the things that she would do for him and his friends. Yeah, this is one fine whore he got here. He shoved his cock in as far as it would go and let it lay there. She watched him as he watched her. Molly started to spasm uncontrollably slamming her self back onto both the cocks inside her body. Her eyes wide with fear, pain, and yes, lust. She watched as Raymond watched her suffering and yet she couldn't stop climaxing, she was truly going crazy fucking herself on two cocks and sucking this monster cock in her mouth. She came again and would have wailed if her mouth hadn't been stuffed with cock. She couldn't breathe, she couldn't stop sucking either, it was almost like a reflex action. Her body went into over load all her orifices sucking like they were trying to breath the air that her throat couldn't pass. As she passed out she made three cocks cum with her unconsouis convulsions.

Raymond had shown surprising gentleness in the way he had carried the slow breathing girl out to his car, laying her down on the back seat still naked but with a blanket wrapped around her. He came back into the house and got some warm water and a couple of washrags as he passed he stopped and watched Jamie as he twitched and squirmed on the chair. His cock on fire and his hands tied so that he couldn't do anything about it. He left the boy to suffer while he went out to tend to his whore.

Jamie was still tied to the chair still naked, his dick was still swollen and red it didn't look like it was burnt but it felt as thought it was on fire. To Jamie's horror the pain and sensation was bringing his dick back to life again. What kind of slut must he be to react this way to so many types of stimulation? His cock draped itself across his leg dripping cum, coated with shitty juices from Molly's ass. But as he watched it began to stretch itself down his leg. His face was covered with sweat and cum mixed with his own spit and slobber as well as Molly's. He was a sexual wreck, but he was getting hard again in spite of himself.

Raymond spoke. "Hey there white boy, you turned out to be a pretty fair cocksucker, if I had the time I might break in that cherry ass for you. But I gotta get my bitch and go home."

"Where you going with Molly?" Jamie asked. "Ain't she done enough for you? Can't you let her have a little of her life back?"

Raymond considered these questions for a moment and then walked around behind Jamie. "Me and you gonna have a problem over this bitch here?" he asked. "I can see that I need a little sumtin to protect my ass from you don't I? Leon you and Otis get your asses back in here, bring that instant camera with you and a couple of packs of the film."

As Raymond spoke these words he was unzipping his pants, pulling his big soft cock out

"Leon, cut the cracker loose and get him on his knees in front of me."

Leon hastened to obey his friend and soon had Jamie untied and helped him to walk over in front of Raymond where he kneeled down on his knees.

"Otis, I want you to take a picture of this white boy with Leon's cock in his mouth".

Leon protested, "Damn I so sore now that I don't think I can get it up again"

"That's the white boys problem, not yours Leon, "Raymond said. "If he can't get your dick hard, why should I give a good rats fuck about his dick burning."

Leon stepped up beside Jamie, the boy turned to the cock hanging before his face, and he took it in his hands and fed it into his mouth. He started to suck. 

Otis was dancing around them snapping photos. A bright flash of light and then the sounds of the machine spitting out the picture still wet and black with no image on it yet. He would lay one on the table and hurry to take another one.

Raymond stood where his dick was visible next to Jamie's head; He called to his third friend.

"Amos, git yur ass in here, I needs you again for a minute."

Amos came back inside the trailer and watched to see what was happening. The white boy was still sucking cock, it seemed he just couldn't get enough.

Raymond saw him and told him that he wanted some photos of white boy sucking on several cocks. He wanted shit that was so bad that he boy would never want to bring this day up again because these photos might be revealed. 

When Jamie had sucked Leon's dead cock back to life. The black man started to face fuck him again. Jamie squeezed his ass together and tried to ignore the burn on his own cock as he serviced the black one in his mouth. After a few minutes Leon shouted that he was about to cum. Raymond told him to pull out and cum on the cracker's face for the camera. He did and Jamie soon had cum dripping from his eyebrows and nose. 

Leon took the camera and Otis took his place with his dick hanging in Jamie's face. Jamie started to suck.

Soon all the men had been sucked again except for Raymond who stood with his dick still outside of his pants. He motioned for Jamie to come before him. When Jamie was in position waiting for his last dick to suck, he looked up at the black man.

Raymond looked down on the kneeling white boy, he held his dick in his hand. Pointing it at the boys face, he released a thick yellow stream of piss.

"Open up that slut mouth bitch!" he yelled. Leon was there with the flash going off until Raymond ran dry.

Jamie had opened his mouth and now had the taste of cum washed away with the bitter taste of piss. Raymond looked at him sitting in a puddle of piss, cum all over his face, his dick hard. What a cunt. No wonder we were losing wars these days, if our paratroopers were faggot cocksuckers what would a regular solider be? 

"Boy, this is your lucky day, you got some pussy and you got some cock. Now you gonna get to leave here alive. That's what you should do leave here and forget this girl, she's mine, by her own decision she is mine. She's mine because I give her the drugs that she wants and the sex that she wants. She's mine cause I want the money she will make for me." He cast a cold look at Jamie. "Don't fuck with what's mine."

It was the last words he had to say, he turned and walked out the door.

As Leon left he tossed Jamie a photo, "I got plenty, here's one for your scrapbook."

Jamie sat there for a few minutes, he had a hard time believing that he had actually did everything that he had done today. His eyes found the photo, his hand reached out and got it. He walked into the kitchen and burned the picture of him sucking three nigger cocks on the stove. He washed his poor cock and where the stuff had ran down to his ass, He had no clothes to wear There didn't seem to be anything he could use, and then he remembered the bathrobe. He found it behind the door in the bathroom and wrapped it around him. It was dark when he stepped outside, so he walked to the road and followed it down to the next driveway where he found his car. He got in the car and just sat there in the dark. 



Evolution Ch. 04



His jaw ached from stretching open wide enough to suck those huge cocks, not the sort of wound he had ever considered having. He was rolling down the highway but he couldn't say where he was or where he was going. His mind was fully occupied with trying to solve why Molly had let this happen to her, and even more important, why he was unable to help her. Why in God's name had he sucked cock when he should've been kicking ass. 'What in the fuck is wrong with me?' he thought, he knew how to fight yet he had let himself be caught by a few co-fo workers. 'What kind of car did they have?' he wondered, 'If he had been even half sharp he would have got a tag number and the make and model of their car'. 

He turned on the radio and let his thoughts run free as he streaked through the dark Mississippi delta night, his mind was a hundred miles away as he drove and worried about these changes that he was finding in himself. This morning he had been a virgin as far as him sucking or fucking men went. Tonight his lips had sucked cum from five cocks and four of them had been black. He had got his rocks off while his girlfriend was being raped. He and she was enjoying it, so was it really rape? The bathrobe didn't have a belt so it was open nearly all the time, his nudity lit by the soft dash lights. This car was the only good thing to happen to him today. It was his and as long as he owned it he would remember this day. It was as if the car had changed his life. He had never sucked anybody until after he got this car.

Jamie turned the radio up since it seemed to have gone quite, only to discover that it was part of a song. Now he heard over the radio the sound of wolves howling in the distance. Next thing he knew the car exploded with the sound of hard-driving rock and roll. Jamie had his radio tuned to Little Rock but he could only get it after dark, it was his favorite station and tonight they didn't let him down. Tonight they were playing Deep Purple's new album and they were rocking out on a song called "Hush". It was fucking great. It was the first time he had heard of this band, but he knew that he was going to have to get an LP by them. When the song was finished they followed it with Hendrix's "Purple Haze".

The radio was sounding mighty fine to Jamie and he began to let the car have its head and stretch it's legs again. This car loved to run. It was one fine car he thought as he pushed the petal down and felt the acceleration push him back in the seat, he could hear the high pitched whine of the supercharger as it kicked in and the car seemed to rise up and jump forward. He quickly let his eyes scan the dashboard, he was hitting140 miles an hour on a two-lane road with a speed limit of fifty after dark. He let the car wind down, slowing until he was going slow enough to stop and turn around. No matter what happened to him tonight, he was still who he was and he had things to do. He decided to see if he could find Larry, he needed to get some clothes. He needed to be able to talk to somebody about what was going through his mind and he trusted Larry. 

The car was like a spirited horse, it wanted to run and Jamie let it go a bit. As he tore down the road he passed a car going the other way. 

This was the cop who had been chasing Jamie's car for miles but was steadily losing ground to the Hawk. The cop thought that he had lost the car and then he meets the son-of-a-bitch going back the way he had come. By the time he could turn around the car was out of sight again. He pointed his car the way that the hawk had gone and floored it his hand reaching for his radio as he sped back toward town. 

Jamie was enjoying the feel of it as he sped around curves and shot down the long straight-aways. Maybe this car was a cure for what was ailing him; maybe it was the wind blowing through the windows, whatever it was he was feeling better. 

He was topping a hill coming into town on rt.61 when the red lights came on, far back in his rear view mirror. A quick glance at the speedometer told him why. 110 mph on the needle and 45 on the speed limit sign that flashed by the window. He had no I.D., no driver's license, and worst of all no clothes. He couldn't pull over, he had to outrun them somehow.

Unfortunately the Vicksburg police department didn't share his fascination with the car or his desire to avoid an embarrassing traffic stop. Jamie began to put the hawk through its paces, to see what it could do. Another car had tried to head him off at an intersection but Jamie got there before him and he had to fall in behind Jamie with the other cop. The cars they were driving were no match for the Hawk in handling or speed. They put on quite a show for the citizens of Vicksburg that night! After a high speed tour of the old part of town the boy took Mulberry Street and raced along the river's edge. The river port with all its tugboats and barges rushed pass the passenger window as old southern townhouses with their iron fences and Formosa trees rushed by the driver's side of the street. The road began to rise up the slope toward the Battlefield Park entrance arch. Only about two more miles and he could dust these guys off on those dirt roads and trails he thought.

He raced southward, through the dark shadows of the overhanging branches of formosa and chinaberry trees. Because of the heavy rains that they have here the roads are 'Crowned' meaning that they kind curve upward in the middle so that the water will drain to the sides of the road. This also makes for very rough intersections, turning each cross street into a combination speed bump and ramp. His new car was bottoming out on nearly every street crossing. It seemed that the exhaust was louder now so he might have ripped something loose underneath the car. The windows were down and the smell of honeysuckles mixed with the smell of hot metal and burning rubber. The roar of the exhaust became a sort of white noise and he admired the sights as he flashed by them. He would always remember it as being like a tinfoil wonderland of shadows and dreamlike silvery trees and buildings. The moon turned the river into molten silver glowing and shimmering in the darkness of the far bank. The glow of the red lights flashing behind him was echoed over the waters to merge with the moonlight. It created a very surrealistic effect. There were two cars behind him but he seemed to be leaving them behind. The boy wanted to slow down a bit to lessen the beating that he was giving to his new car, but he instead pushed the petal down a little more, easily leaving those two cars behind him. They knew that if he made it to the park they could kiss his ass good-bye. But they had radios, and they are hard to outrun.

He needed to get into the battlefield park, on those small single lane trails winding through the gullies and ridges that formed a huge ring completely surrounding the city. Many of the cities business people thought that ring was really a noose choking the city within its graves and monuments. In a way the Yankee positions continued to blockade the city much as the Yankee army had a century ago. Tonight his only hope was to make it to those small dirt trails. For two months Jamie had walked these roads looking at the monuments from different viewpoints. It was hard enough to keep a car on those trails at thirty miles an hour. He knew where every bump was, he knew where the turns were sharp and where you could make it going pretty fast. He had walked these trails and knew them like a lover knows his mate. His real ace in the hole was the dust; Missippissippi has red clay dirt that makes a dust that hangs like a thick fog. At night the reflected glare from a cars headlights would make it impossible to see ten feet ahead of your windshield. The park was his salvation, but he still had to get to it.

While he was visualizing his escape in a cloud of red dust, the highway patrol was setting up a roadblock just outside of the parks entrance arch. With their cars parked across the opening there was no way that he could break through. Jamie came up onto the road that enters the park only to be faced with a line of cops standing in front of two cars that sat side ways across the road. They were confident they had their man and just waited for him to stop and give up. 

Jamie threw the car into a tight slide by turning the wheel and hitting the brakes, the car went sliding sideways toward the police roadblock. Jamie spun the wheel back the other way and pulled the gearshift lever down into low. He released the brake and went back to the gas with his foot, pushing it to the floor, but at a steady rate not all at once. He was now sliding backwards toward the parked cars of the police, but the tires caught a grip and the car began to head back the way it had come. Jamie was at the outer edge of controlling the car, his vision was blocked by the cloud of smoke generated by his smoking tires as they burned themselves out striving for traction. He punched the long hood of the hawk through the thick smoke hoping that he was still on the road, hoping that the cops that had been chasing him would be able to get out of the way. There was no way that he was going to stop, he would never go back into that cell again. He flashed by the one car on the right, missing him by inches, he vaguely felt the other car as it rushed by on his left. Jamie was free for a moment. 

As soon as he passed by the two cop cars he turned off his lights. The cops were behind him and he knew that they would be calling ahead to block everything to the west side of town from the river bridge to the sawmill up north. Jamie needed to get into the park the other side of where they were now. He was only a couple of miles from where he wanted to be. He pulled into a carwash; he parked his car around back where they had a water hose and brush for cleaning wheels and tires. It was out of sight of the highway. Jamie tried to act like he was washing his car while he waited for the cop cars to scream out in pursuit of him. It seemed to take forever but at long last he heard two cars go tearing off down the road back toward the sawmill. A short time later and two more cars went rushing off toward the south and the river bridge. Jamie went around his car with the rinse hose squirting water like he was paying attention to what he was doing. He gave it another minute and then got into his car he cranked up and had started to move when he heard another cop car go tearing out behind the first group. That had to be the last one, Jamie thought as he eased his car up the road toward the park. He entered through the arch and drove down a winding trail that let him off the beaten paths. He drove to the monument that he had wanted and found the equipment shed behind it and parked his car inside. He knew that some of the crew changed clothes here and he found a dirty pair of overalls to slip on. There was a single dime in the pocket, Jamie smiled and started walking back past the scene of roadblock at the park's entrance, out side into the city again. He had to find a phone.

The night was dark but warm with a nice breeze blowing from the southwest. Clouds scudded across the sky hiding and revealing the sliver of moon like a child playing peek-a-boo. It took Jamie about twenty minutes to walk the two miles back to the waffle house where he asked for a glass of water and took it with him back to the pay phone where he called Larry. As luck would have it Larry had company, James and Simon, which was good because Larry had no car. James pulled into the waffle house parking lot ten minutes later. They took a back booth and over coffee and breakfast Jamie told them of his evening. He didn't leave anything out, he gave them all the truth, about how he had acted, what he had done and why. When he was finished he looked up to see the stunned looks on their faces. 

Larry was the first to exclaim. "You son-of-a-bitch, you let four niggers take my sister with them and you just let them go?" He was really losing it "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Jamie didn't answer, he didn't know the answer.

James was a very down to earth sort of guy and he asked the next question. "Do you think that they got your tag number when the cops were after you?"

"I don't think so, I don't think they were close enough to see that clearly," he said.

"Did you really suck four nigger dicks"? Simon asked in his small voice.

Everybody at the table was looking at me. "I didn't have a choice, I was made to do it against my will." I lied. I could see the judgment in their eyes as they considered what they would have done if they had been me.

"I damn well would have bit the god damn thing off if a nigger stuck his dick in my mouth." Larry growled. "I for damn sure would not have let them take Molly anyplace."

"I am sorry Larry, you know how much I like Molly but she was with them when I found her, she told me that she had made the choice to be his whore and that she could live with her choice." He thought of the look in her eye as she let her self lose control and be their slut. He understood what she had told him, he might have made the same choice. But these guys would never understand. "I don't know guys, it was a strange situation but she was where she wanted to be it seemed to me." 

Larry got up and without a word stalked out the door, it was about two miles to his apartment, maybe he would be cooled off by the time he got there. Jamie decided to call him later and try to get him to understand. 

Jamie had no money but James treated, picking up the check for everybody, Simon left a tip for the waitress. We walked outside and since there was stuff in the backseat we all slipped into the front bench seat. Jamie was in the middle since he was the shortest. Jamie needed to get some clothes and the longer his car remained hidden the safer it would be when he got back in it to go to Phillip's tomorrow. They decided to go to James and wait until the wee hours of the morning to come back for the car.

Both of his friends were quite on the ride, finally as they were almost there at their house, Simon asked the question that had been haunting his mind since he heard the story at the waffle house. "Does that make you a queer? Did you like it when you were sucking on their cocks?"

Jamie saw James turn his head, he wanted to hear this too." No " he answered, "It does not make me a queer. As for the other, it was exciting to be used like that. I think both me and Molly was getting off to it a bit while it was happening." Jamie was surprised how honest he had answered the question.

"Would you suck me if I asked you to?" Simon asked, he hastened to add, "We would never tell anybody if you did."

Jamie was surprised by the question, he turned to James, " Are you asking me the same question?"

James answered, "Only if I thought that you would enjoy it as much as I would"

Jamie considered as crazy as it sounded he did want more sex and his dick was sore. He had already crossed so many lines today that one more didn't seem to matter that much.

He reached a hand into each of the boy's laps and started to fondle their growing cocks.

Nobody said another word until hey pulled into the driveway and shut the motor off. Holding a hard dick in each hand Jamie turned and lowered his head onto Simon's smallish cock. He sucked for a moment like making a promise and then turned to James who had a surprisingly large cock and made his promises to that cock also. 

"Lets get inside". Simon said 

But instead James cranked up the car and said. 

"No we can't do this here, what if Judy came home unexpectedly and caught us. " as he said this he was pulling back out into the road. "I know where we can go and I want to go there anyway and see the place for myself." James headed out of town heading north toward where Jamie had told him of the trailer.

They soon found the dark shady drive and turned in to park behind the dilapidated structure. Jamie had sought these two men out as friends earlier tonight, what would they be to him when they left this place he wondered. Both of the cocks in his hands were hard and waiting for his services. As for himself, he was as hot as the two cocks

.

James found a flashlight in the glove compartment and lit the way to the door, Jamie followed pulling Simon by his dick behind him. Once they were inside Jamie watched as James walked around looking at the things in the trailer and trying to put them into the story that Jamie had told. James looked at the chair in the middle of the room, he pictured Jamie tied to it. He saw the cut pieces of rope scattered around the chair, the stains and wet spots on the floor. He went to the kitchen and found the ashtray on the counter there was a partially burned photo. He couldn't make out much but it was several dressed men's feet and one white bare foot.

James looked back at the chair and at his friend and brother. Simon stood there with his cock hanging from his open fly, Jamie was standing looking at the floor beneath the chair. James felt that it had been a mistake to come here, it was obvious that it had killed the party spirit in poor Jamie. What assholes him and Simon must be to want Jamie to suck their cocks after what he has been through. James made up his mind. They were going to get the hell out of this place and go home. 

Jamie sat in the chair. He motioned Simon to come closer, reaching out for his dick. Jamie held the cock close to his face and looked up to James.

"You know that I had never sucked a cock until this morning, now I've sucked five. So far I've sucked more foes then friends by a radio of 4 to 1." Jamie put the cock to his lips and kissed it. "I find that I like sucking cock, I like making a man cum. It makes me feel like I belong to that man, at that moment" 

"Do you want to belong to us, here, tonight?" James asked

Jamie looked at him over his brother's dick. "What do you want James"? As he spoke those words Jamie took the length of Simon's dick into his mouth, he started to suck and swirl letting his tongue do a sensual zigzag as it pushed up against the fat underbelly of this cock in his mouth.

Simon's hands reached for Jamie's head and started to let his fingers glide through Jamie's hair. It was a very soothing feeling sucking and being so gently stroked. Jamie closed his eyes, savoring the moment elevating it to a memory, realizing how much it meant to him even as it was happening. Jamie sucked and pleased Simon's cock while his mind enjoyed playing the female role to Simon's loving man. Jamie had often gone to Wanda's Bar a long narrow gay bar on the south side of Jackson. On a good night there would be six or seven men sitting at the bar and every one of them would turn and watch him as he walked behind them. Just like men would look at a pretty girls ass when she walks by. It always made Jamie hot, to think of those men thinking of him that way, it always gave him a woody. Now he was satisfying a man like a woman, making him cum with his body. 

James was feeling more then a little left out as he watched this simple blowjob turn into something more. James had been around the block enough times that he knew the difference between a suck and an act of lovemaking. Jamie and Simon were making love to each other right in front of him, and he was getting so turned of watching.

James wanted to be a part of this scene, he approached the chair and knelt next to Jamie he started to unfasten the snaps securing the straps on Jamie's overalls. He worked the clothing down Jamie's body without disturbing the blowjob in anyway. He moved to the front of Jamie's chair and pulled the pant legs down and off of his body.

Jamie was giving the sweetest sucking when he felt James' hand on his cock, his cock hard and sticking straight up. Not hard or harsh, not a strong or masculine touch, but a series of gentle loving touches. James moved behind the chair reaching around his friend with both arms hugging him close as he fondled his balls and stroked his cock. He was at eye level with his brother's dick as Jamie contently lavished his love on it. James leaned forward and started to kiss and lick on Jamie's ears. Whispering how sexy he looked sucking that dick, how much he wanted him to suck his. Jamie was as hot as a firecracker as he sucked and fondled Simon and James was driving him to the point of another climax with his hands and the things that he was whispering in his ear. Simon gave a stiffled sort of grunt and started to flood Jamie's mouth with hot cum. Simon had just turned eighteen and he shot a healthy load into Jamie's sucking and swallowing mouth.




Evolution Ch. 04



The club was in the city, about a half hour from His house. We listened to metal rock on the ride, loud, so that the bass was working on me. He kept his hand on my leg, just above the stockings on the bare skin just below the reach of the shorts, for most of the ride. We smoked a joint on the way, and by the time we reached the parking lot, I was feeling soft and mellow and light-headed. We opened the door for me and took my hand as I rose from the front seat. He pulled a thin black leather leash from his jacket pocket and attached it to the ring on my collar. He led me to the club's entrance, an unobtrusive grey steel door, with a large black man sitting on a stool to the right of the doorway. The blue neon sign above the door announced the name of the club- "The Getaway". The black man nodded at Master, and then opened the door for us, Master leading the way inside. The doorman grabbed my ass as I passed, firmly squeezing. Master saw. 

"Thank the good man, slut." Master ordered.

I dropped my eyes. "Thank You, Sir."

"Kiss him, too."

I closed my eyes as the big man moved in, wrapping me in his huge arms. Again he squeezed my ass, as I leaned my head back. His lips locked onto mine, his tongue forcing my mouth open, raging into me. I sucked on his probing, swirling tongue as he pressed his stiffening cock into my groin.

I involuntarily began to move my hips, high and aroused and being so publicly molested.

"That's enough." Said Master. "You might have a taste of her later, Teddy."

The doorman let me go, after giving my ass a parting slap.

"I'd like that a lot, Sir." Teddy said, "She seems like a real hot lay."

I blushed. 

"She is. You'll see." Master said with a wink.

We entered a hallway dimly lit with red and blue and purple lights obscured behind some kind of semi-opaque dividers. I could hear the thumping of loud music, the bass and drums vibrating the floor and walls of the entryway. He led me to the end of the hall and through a pair of black, rubberized swinging doors. 

The room behind the doors was large and round, dimly lit by subdued ceiling lights and small lamps on the circle of tabled that surrounded the large dance floor. The left side of the room was dominated by a large wooden bar lined with tall stools. On the other side of the room there was a raised d.j. platform, lit in moody blue neon, and the d.j. was at his station behind some turntables, filling the room with a resonant, dreamy dance rhythm, heavy with bass, and I could feel it in my pelvis, my ass.

It was early, a little after eight, and the room was half filled with people sitting at the tables, milling near the bar, and swaying on the dance floor. There seemed to be about a 50/50 mix of men and women, and below the loud music there was the hum of voices. I looked at the dance floor, and there were men dancing with men, women with women, and men and women, all moving in jumping, ecstatic syncopation. As I looked closer, some of the women were, indeed, women. A good number of the women were, however, men in women's clothing, much like myself. Well, then, they weren't really men at all.

Master led me to the bar, where he joined a group of men He seemed to know. I went to sit on the stool next to him, but he turned and quietly, but forcefully, said, "You'll stand behind me until I say otherwise, slave." 

I bowed my head. He ordered us each a glass of wine and handed mine back to me. Then his friends started to react to me. The man next to Master leaned backward from his stool to look me over, smiling approvingly. He was middle aged, muscular looking, in a tight white t-shirt and jeans, and brown hiking shoes. His hair was longish, and he had a thick mustache, greying. The rest of his face was clean- shaven, and he had brown eyes that glittered under trimmed eyebrows. He was handsome. I was startled to think of him that way. I was, after all, still almost a man myself. 

"Who's this, then, Tony?" He asked.

Master looked at him and said, "My newest slut. Her name's Jamie, and she's a wonderful cocksucker."

"Really! Nice ass..." He stared at my ass for a long time, and I began to blush. "She's coy, too. Mind if I have a dance with her?" I hoped Master would say yes. And he did.

Leaving his stool, Master's friend came up to me, "Hello,, sweetie, my name is Robert, and we're going to dance." 

Master spun on his stool to face me. He unhooked the leash, and looked into my eyes. "You're going to please me by honoring my friend with this dance, Jamie."

Robert put his arm around my waist and led me to the dance floor. The music was deeply rhythmic, harmonic, hypnotizing, and I began to get into the beat of it almost immediately, shaking my hips and breasts, writhing to the sound, my arms sinuous, my whole body sinuously swirling to the music. I looked over at Robert, who was intently watching me move, breasts and ass swaying in my skimpy clothing. He came close, putting his hands on my hips, feeling me move. I closed my eyes, let the rhythms move through me, enjoying his hands as they squeezed my hips. We danced together like that for minutes, and then the song changed, and the d.j. put on something slow, atmospheric. I looked over to Master, who was watching me from his stool at the bar. He nodded, smiling.

Robert wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close. We slowly began to sway together, dancing to the new soft music. He began to nuzzle my neck, and I felt one of his hands move down my back and begin to squeeze and fondle my ass. It felt electric, and I began to moan thickly. He moved his lips up my neck, and began when his lips crushed against mine, I opened my lips, feeling his tongue driving between my lips, through my teeth, to dance with my own tongue, wet spitty kisses taking my breath away. I felt the hardness grow between his legs, and I began to move my pelvis against his hardening cock. It felt huge even through his jeans, and I started to suck hungrily on his tongue.

I felt someone move in behind me, another one of Master's friends had joined us in the dance. There were suddenly rough, manly hands caressing and squeezing my breasts, and our new partner closed in very close behind us. He began to grind his crotch into my ass, and I could feel his hardness moving up and down the crack of my ass. He pushed my halter up, and started to maul my nipples between his fingers. I was moaning loudly into Roberts probing kiss, and kept sucking madly on his tongue. I was being so deliciously assaulted on the dance floor, my head was spinning, and we moved like a writhing nest of snakes across the dance floor, my eyes closed, feeling every electric twitch of the music, and the feel of two hard cocks grinding against me. The man behind me suddenly roughly spun me around, and the two men changed their positions, Robert grinding his cock against my ass, and the stranger mashing his lips against mine, his cock against my pelvis, and his fingers grabbed the hem of my shorts and began to remove them. I shimmied just so when I felt them fall to my feet. He grabbed and spread my ass wide, and I felt Robert, now behind me, pull the thong string aside. He was then behind me, I felt his loosened cock, driving up and down my ass crack. I was beside myself with want. Robert spit onto my hole, and positioned his cock to drive into me, I pressed back against his huge cock, wanting it in me. 

"The stranger leaned to me, and said, "We're going to the playroom, NOW."

Robert nodded, and together they led me to the back of the club and through a pair of swinging doors. We went down a dark hallway and through another door. Behind the door there was another room, smaller than the bar, very softly lit, almost dark, furnished with several leather couches. In the corner there was some kind of sling, or swing, suspended by thick chains form the ceiling. There were mats spread around the floor. Robert and the stranger led me over to one of the mats, each taking an arm, each with an arm around my waist, each taking turns kissing me, one, then he other, each stroking my ass, my breasts, and I caressing each of their hard cocks, running my palms, my fingers, up and down each rigid shaft, feeling the hard manliness of them.

We stopped on a mat, and Robert slowly removed my panties while the stranger lifted my halter over my head. 

"Get down on the mat, slave." The stranger ordered, lowering me down. Both he and Robert removed their pants, and then their underpants, and laid the clothing on a nearby couch with my things. I knelt before them, then, their hard, beautiful cocks pointing out straight at me. I took Robert in my mouth, and the stranger's hard cock in my hand, and I began to stroke one and suck the other, deeply, passionately. I loved the taste of the cock in my mouth, the meat driving into the back of my throat, while I could feel the excitement growing in the stranger's hard rod. I switched, then, taking in the stranger's cock, a little shorter than Robert's huge 9" meat, but a little thicker, and just as heavy and hard and needy, and I took him deep into my throat. His hands clutched my hair and pulled me onto him, fucking my face, as I stroked Roberts massive meat. 

Then I felt Robert move behind me, and he pushed me forward until I was on all fours. I never once let go of the wonderful cock pumping into my mouth. Robert then positioned his cock against my hole, and again spit onto my ass for lubrication. He started to push into me, and I pushed back against him, feeling the huge head of his prick pass my sphincter, and the muscle open, and then, with a grunt, the rest of his cock ran up into me, filling me. The thrusting of the cock in my mouth was relentless, and I couldn't get enough, and then Robert began punishing my ass with his amazing meat, bludgeoning my ass, opening me, fucking me hard and fast, and I meeting every thrust. Soon a rhythm began, and it too was a dance, I felt like I was dancing between two cocks, grunting and moaning and wanting more, loving the feeling of surrender to the two hard, dominating men, becoming their love their girl their come dump their desire their need their slut their lover. The only thing was the feeling of their cocks in me, and I bucked and writhed and fucked them both, sweat mingling between us, harder and faster. Then Robert came hard in my ass, I could feel the jets of come firing inside of my tender, excited ass. Soon after the stranger came in my mouth, I sucked greedily drinking in the come, tasting the salty comfort of it, the man juice, the hard hot cock twitching with each of my deep sucking slurps along the hot hardness of him. I took it all, swallowed it all, and kept him in my mouth, and Robert in my ass, until they were soft, and spent, and satisfied.

The stranger pulled away first. Robert reached down and pulled me to my knees, kissing the back of my neck. Then the stranger's lips were on mine, tenderly kissing, tongue gently probing my mouth. Then he leaned back, looking me in the eyes. "You really are a wonderful cocksucker, my sweet." I blushed, looking down at the floor. "My name's Paul. Your Master sent me to try you out. He's a lucky man."

Robert and Paul took me by the arms and lifted me to my feet. They then led me to a small shower room behind a door at the back of the playroom, where we took a brief, cleansing, warm shower together. I had a wonderful time soaping their backs, and cocks, and they lathered my ass for a long time, I thought, and enjoyed every second of it. We rinsed and toweled, and I found my clothes were on a bench by the shower. We dressed, and both Robert and Paul both gave me a deep, passionate kiss, and holding hands, we went back into the club. They led me to where Master sat, now at a private table nearly completely enclosed in red velvet drapes in the back of the club. Looking up, he smiled. Then he addressed my two escorts.

"Well, then. How was my little Jamie? I trust she obeyed you well."

Robert and Paul gave me the highest praise, and Master smiled. Time had passed, the night progressing, and the club was now filled with members, of all persuasions. The floor was packed with dancers, and the throbbing bass, and the heat, and the dim lighting made the atmosphere in the room thick with erotic possibilities, and it all felt close, and hot, and it shook in my hips, and my breasts. I looked down at the floor, always submissive, and Master took my hand in his.

"You're serving me well, Jamie." He said, and I flushed with pride. "and the night is young. My friend Dan has asked for a dance." He indicated a large man sitting to His right, who began to push his chair from the table. "Please show Dan the same obedience you show Me."

Dan took my hand and led me from the table and onto the crowded dance floor. A fast song was playing, but instead of splitting away and writhing to the music as the rest of the couples were doing on the floor, Dan wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close, grinding his hard, erect cock into my hips as he leaned forward to nuzzle his lips on my neck, and my breastbone, and then he kissed me on the lips. I was startled at first, then began to melt under his assault, swaying with him in the music, my hips grinding back against his thrusts almost in spite of me, and I kissed him back, allowing his tongue to push into my mouth, and I began sucking on his tongue, and enjoy the feel of his strong hands, his strong arms, squeezing me closer to him, my breath quickly becoming a panting. He roughly rubbed his hands over my ass cheeks, pulling me into a lover's clinch, he standing between my legs, and I wrapped my legs around him and he lifted me till his cock was straining against my ass and my legs were wrapped tight around his waist. We danced that way for several minutes, he dry humping me, my arms around his neck, we kissing deeply, everyone else falling away, we carried away by lust, and heat, and hunger.

When the song ended, Dan put me back on the floor, still kissing, still wrapping me tight. He led me back to the table, holding my hand, one hand firmly on my ass. He leaned toward me, whispering, "You are going to be a great cocksucker, Jamie...I'm going to give you a chance to show me now..." He pulled his chair away from the table.

"Get under." He indicated the spot under the table. I got down on my hands and knees and crawled on the floor until I was in the midst of a tangle of legs, all those men sitting around the table...

He took his spot, pulling the chair in. I saw his hands reach for his zipper, pulling it down. He reached inside his pants and pulled out his long, 9" cock, and, giving it one stroke, beckoned me to him. I was drawn to him like a moth to a flame, and crawled quickly to position myself between his parted legs. I ran my tongue up the underside of his shaft, and my lips kissed the engorged, purple head of his uncircumcised penis. I sucked just the head, swirling my tongue around it, tasting the humid meat of him, the first salty drops of come, the sweet sweat, the delicate pissy maleness, and I felt him gasp as I dropped my mouth around his cock, taking him deep into my throat, sucking him hard and hot and deep as my throat opened for all of him, my lips pushed against the teeth of his zipper. Then, slowly, I began to raise my head, still vacuuming his cock, my tongue circling and swirling the pulsing shaft, until again just the head was locked between my lips, my tongue playing with and probing the tender slit of his peehole. Then dropping down again until his engorged head bumped against the back of my throat. I felt his hand on the back of my neck, caressing, toying with my hair, petting me as I took him deep in me, felt him pushing me, coaxing, forcing me onto his glorious hard meat, faster and faster.

He came in streaming, hot eruptions of come, filling my mouth even as I furiously swallowed, unwilling to lose a a drop salty juice, loving the taste and the heat and that male expression of pleasure slipping down my thirsty throat. I felt his erection soften in my lips. His hands cupped my face, pulling me up slightly, telling me to rise back to the table. 

I crawled from under the tablecloth to see Dan smiling, looking toward Master. He too smiled, and waved me to His chair.

"Kneel beside Me Jamie." I knelt, and He leaned toward me, whispering in my ear. "You have pleased me well, my little slut."

I bowed my head to the floor, remaining silent, but feeling so free and full of joy I could scarcely believe it.

"It's time you danced for Me, Jamie."

The music was pulsing, the base was driving into my pelvis, thrumming into my groin. Strobe lights flashed, and the writhing dancers looked dreamlike in a blue flickering haze. He took the leash and led me onto the dance floor.



Evolution Ch. 04



Everybody held their position for some time, Jamie still sucking and licking on the softening dick and James still stroking and teasing Jamie's hard-on.

James broke the spell of the silence, "Simon, you come around here and take over for me, I want to have my cock inside that hot mouth for a while."

Simon pulled his dick from Jamie's wet hot mouth and traded places with his brother.

James now held Jamie's face between his two hands, he looked down at that sweet mouth and that smiling face. What he saw was a happy person doing what he wanted to do. He placed his cock at his friend's lips. "Here it is buddy, do your best for me." 

Jamie had heard enough and started to give the big cock long slow strokes designed to wet it down before he took the length of it down his throat. James watched in amazement as Jamie lowered his mouth over inch after inch of his hard and throbbing cock. Jamie had hardly got it completely in his mouth before James exploded a load of hot cum down his gullet.

Jamie would've smiled if he weren't so stuffed with cock. Poor James, it was just too much watching the show with Simon. When Jamie had finished draining his friend, James tried to pull away. Jamie stopped him, bringing him closer to his face where his mouth was still licking and sucking. He held him there with his hands pulling his friends ass, forcing his cock to keep fucking his face. 

James was super sensitive now and every move of Jamie's tongue was driving him over the edge. Jamie slowed down and let the man recover a bit but he didn't let him withdraw from his lips. 

Simon was watching this as he slowly stroked Jamie's cock, which was hard as a rock and felt like it was getting bigger as he stroked it. 

James had watched as Jamie had sucked his dick dry and then went on sucking like he was looking for another load. James was just as surprised when a few minutes later he felt himself starting to cum again. Jamie never slowed down, he sucked and swallowed like a champ until the cock in his mouth was sucked completely dry.

Simon felt the cock in his hand start to twitch and jump as it shot its load out into the floor. He kept stroking until it was finished shooting and then got up to rest his knees.

Everybody was silent for a moment and then everybody started to smile and feel good about what they had done to each other. They were still clothed except for Jamie who had only his shoes on. James remembered that they still had to go to his house to get some clothes for him. 

They all walked out to the car Jamie slipping into the coverall as he walked. When they got to James' house they fixed some sandwiches and made a pot of coffee. Jamie found some clothes that fit him pretty well. They decided that now was a good time to go get Jamie's car.

They drove to the equipment shed, it stood quite and dark in the shadow of the monument.

Jamie got out of the car and walked to the shed where he threw open the doors and stood there staring at the place he had left his new car. It was gone. There were tire tracks on the dirt road. It looked like the car had been towed away. Not knowing what else to do the three men went to the waffle house and ordered three coffees. Jamie looked at the clock it was only midnight, what a day it had been for him.

After some discussion they decided that Jamie should lay low for a while at James' house. They got in the car and headed that way, they didn't get far. Two blocks up the road the law pulled them over. Two cops with their guns drawn came up to James car and told them to step outside and assume the position. They were all searched and Jamie was led away. He was pushed into the back of another cop car that had arrived at the scene. James asked why Jamie was being taken away and the cop looked at him hard, " Boy right now you are just being stopped for a traffic check, if you want to I can change that to aiding and abetting a fugitive. Do you want to try for that or would you rather just shut your mouth and carry your young ass home?" 

James knew when he was licked and shut up and walked back to his car. Jamie was looking at him and Simon from the rear window as the car drove away. He looked like a beaten man.

At the police station he was greeted with stern looks and angry actions, everybody was jacked up and they were none too gentle as they pulled the boy from the car. He was treated a little roughly for a minute, as he was pressed against a squad car and frisked more thoroughly for weapons or counter band. Since he had no I.D. he was fingerprinted, and the prints would be checked against the FBI's files. That would take several days and Jamie was afraid that they would hold him until then. As the cops talked to him and it became apparent that he wasn't drunk or stoned, and that he wasn't giving out any bullshit lines but just accepting that he was caught and that was that. They handcuffed him and shoved him into bare room containing a table and three chairs two cops joined him there in that little room making it get very crowded. The questioning began. They were asking about Molly and wanted to know everything about the scene at the trailer with Molly and the four black guys. Jamie told them the truth as best as he could. Trying to not let it be known what he had did for those black men's cocks. In the end they decided that he was not involved in the kidnapping, if there had been one, but he was guilty of several traffic offences that would hold him for a while until they could check things out better. They decided to take him to the drunk tank so that he would not have to be booked into the jailhouse itself. The drunk tank served as a type of purgatory, a place for lost souls to wait for somebody to redeem them with bail money.

He used his phone call to call Phillip but naturally he wasn't home and the phone rang and rang before he admitted defeat and hung it up. The guard told him that he could try it again tomorrow. With no other options open to him, he settled in to wait out the night.

He had left school to join the army, enlisting with his parent's permission at seventeen. He had kept busy going from basic training on to advanced infantry school after that came jump school. When all the schools were finished he was assigned to the 82nd airborne he found his place with his new family. He became the rifleman guard to the machine gunner. Everybody wanted to take out the machine guns; his job was to take out the shooters before they took out his gunner. He loved the men in his squad and he took pride in knowing that he could count on them and they could count on him. But in the end he had left them, he hadn't deserted them while under fire but he had left and they were still there fighting. He had let those men leave with his girlfriend tonight too. He knew that he should've done something but for the life of him he was still not sure what that something should have been. 

Now here he was back in jail again and he had only been loose for less then six months. Phillip began to look more and more like his only way out. He had a lot to think about as he waited out the night.  

While he had his own share of troubles and plenty to think about. The range of people who passed through the jail still impressed him. They would be brought in and they would sit and tell everybody who would listen how they were completely in the clear and had nothing to do with what ever had happened. As they got deeper into the night the jail began to fill with its regular customers, men who knew the guards by name and seemed to be familiar with the routines and procedures. They greeted each other with laughter and smiles and seemed to be making the best of an otherwise bad situation. Card games and conversations broke out as the tank began to fill. He found out that the jail was being rebuilt and enlarged and that if not for that they wouldn't have been in this room. I t seemed that with the enactment of a new set of drug laws the state had exceeded its ability to house all of it's prisoners. The Supreme Court had threatened to impose a fine on the state, if it didn't bring its jails and prisons into compliance with the federal regulations governing the operation of penal systems. This provoked mild amusement among the inmates. Overall they were a pretty carefree group of men and they seemed to care very little about the states problems.

According to the large clock in the hall it was two twenty when the sheriff's deputy came into the tank with a detective or plainclothes cop. Each of them held the upper arm of an orange jump suit, inside of which was a man whose hands were locked behind his back. The drunks scattered like pigeons as the three men walked through the entire length of the tank. The prisoner was roughly spun around and his arms uncuffed and brought around to his front and recuffed in front of him. The prisoner was then pushed into a sitting position on the ground. The plainclothes cop bent over and said something to the man that we couldn't hear. Being inmates and knowing cops, everybody knew what the cop had said. Cops think that they are the cowboys and everybody else is a cow. A good cop will be on guard against the "wolves" or in other words anybody who breaks the law. The "cows" are all the innocent by-standers that serve as obstructions between the cowboys and the wolves. We don't count, so once you are divided from the cops and become a "cow" they only have two things to say to you, they warn or they threaten. The deputy and the cop turned their attention to their audience. The plainclothes cop warned them to stay away from the man because he was dangerous. In the cops eyes this guy was a wolf. The deputy warned them to do as the other cop had said or else he would have to come back in there and break some heads. Having both warned and threatened them their job was done and they headed for that mesh door and the free world just beyond. The man in the jump suit just sat there in the corner with his hands in his lap, leaning back against the wall with his eyes closed. There was a window above his head and outside a streetlight cast the shadow of the angent bars across the cell, he seemed to sink even deeper into the shadows of the cell as he sat in his corner.

A rumor made the rounds of the inmates that he was a bank robber and was being transported back up north somewhere to stand trail. They all gave him plenty of room, as much out of respect as from fear. It was nearly three when they brought the next guy in. He was a rough looking man of maybe thirty or thirty-five. He wore clean jeans and a western shirt with the tail hanging outside his pants. When the guard brought him to the bullpen he moved off to a corner and sat down on the floor, letting his hat fall to the ground between his knees. That's not as odd as it sounds because there was no furniture, the city of Vicksburg didn't mind the drunks sitting on the floor.

The room they occupied was made of red bricks laid by nigger slaves before the civil war. The floor was also brick set into concrete and worn smooth by the feet of all the poor souls forced to pace its surface. There was no wiring in the room and the only light came from the metal mesh door that opened onto a hallway. The metal mesh door was the only clue that you were not back in the civil war times. You could feel the history that these bricks had seen. It was as if the bricks had soaked it up and held it all inside but a little of it would rub off onto you as you touched their surfaces. A dark and shadow filled place where the past was still present enough to be felt in everything your skin touched. It was a quite night with maybe a dozen drunks, the mysterious bank robber, the new guy, and Jamie. Rather then sit here thinking about the people he had let down, Jamie decided to go and see what the cowboy's story might be.



Evolution Ch. 05



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If Danny had been born an Indian he would have been called 'Shit for Luck'. Danny was so sure that God had to be fucking with him that he considered asking the guard for a Bible. That is the only thing that the prison can't take away from a man, they have to give you a Good Book if you ask for one. Even in solitary, they could turn out the light but they had to give you your Bible. Maybe God would let you read in the dark.

Anyway he had almost asked for a bible just to let it fall to the floor. It might fall open to a certain page and he might pick out a certain sentence and suddenly everything would become clear. There might be a message for him there; this was too much to be happenstance. Then again maybe God and his friends are sitting around a table tossing back a few cold ones. God might reach over and poke his fat buddy and say, "Watch what I'm gonna do to Danny now, you'll shit, you'll laugh so hard you'll shit yourself!" Danny smiled at the image in his head. In his heart he knew that if he had dropped the bible its cover would have remained closed. It held no help for a guy like him. 

Once the truth of the situation had sunk in, once he had acknowledged that the money was gone he found that he could smile about it. But it still hurt. Maybe it would make a great tale to tell to his friends someday. He had used his call to tell Charles what the deal was and now all he could do was wait. Win or lose, it was out of his hands for the moment, until he got out of here. He eyed the kid coming across the room toward him and thought; maybe God did deal him an ace every now and then.

"Got a light," the kid came up to squat down next to him, his hand offering a pack of cigarettes.

"Yeah kid I got a light. What you doing with a pack of fags and no matches?" He whipped his old Zippo out of his pocket flipped open the lid and in one quick motion rubbed the flint wheel up his leg until it lit. He held it low and in the center of his body making the kid bend over to suck the flame into the end of his smoke.

"I really left my smokes and my lighter in my car when the cops arrested me. The cop let me pick up a pack on the way to jail." The kid blew out a long stream of smoke " the store was out of matches"

"Yeah, I once had the cops give me a book and then put my ass in a dark room for two days. They have a strange sense of humor sometimes." Danny lit his own smoke and they leaned back against the wall and sat quietly. His mind dialed the kid right out and went back to his Winnebago and the repair that he should have made before he left home. What the fuck had he been thinking?

"What did they get you for"? 

The kid was asking him a question. Danny stopped his train of thought and stared at the kid. He reminded him of somebody, he looked fresh and eager. He would make somebody a fine bitch. 

"Reckless driving, driving under the influence, and possession of pot ". I think that was what they said," Danny stubbed his cicerette out on the brick floor and looked at the kid, "You?" 

Jamie thought that it might be wise to keep most of what had put him here to himself at least until he knew who he was talking to a little better. He shyly smiled and said.

"I hurt the cops feelings when I outran them in my hawk. I wasn't driving when they stopped my friend and found me in the middle of the front seat. So here I am until my friend Phillip can bail me out tomorrow."

Danny listened to what the kid was saying but he was also listening to what the kid was not saying. There was more to this story but Danny could wait, he knew that the younger man would want to tell him before too long. Over the next few hours he revealed to the kid that he was Danny Freeman, he owned a tire store over in Monroe La. He had been in his motor home when the alternator went out. He couldn't afford to wait for the shop to get it fixed so he took a chance on catching a ride. After all it was only a little more then a hundred miles, two hours if he was lucky. 

He had caught a ride with some young students from Northeast La in Monroe. They had been drinking a bit and asked him if he would drive for them. They needed to get to Jackson Miss to attend a football game. Danny had needed to get to the same area so he agreed to ride over with them and do all the driving. One of the assholes in the back had thrown a beer bottle at a road sign and the cops saw it. Danny was behind the wheel he was the one who got the drunk driving ticket. When they searched him before putting him in the squad car they found the pot. So he got the historic Vicksburg jail tour that came with it. 

Danny was a likeable sort of a guy, Jamie thought that they really had a lot in common, they hit it off right away. His one major flaw, he was readily willing to admit, was that he was an adrenaline junky. Although Danny grew up with all the advantages that come with a solid middle class background, he was constantly in and out of scrapes with the law, and more than a few pissed off husbands and fathers. Danny was put on this earth to live and by god that is what he was going to do. 

The laws of both state and god meant nothing to Danny. He had broken most of them and he had spent his share of time in jail. Even there he would never change, he was who he was and that was that. He had realized how fragile ones existence really is and had adopted an attitude of "let the good times roll". Since then he became a one man Mardi Gras. Rarely seen without a drink in his hand or a joint between his lips. Not to mention a string of one-night stands with, as Danny was fond of saying, "anything in high heels". If he found himself back on the inside the first thing that he did was find him a good bitch. Now here he was back on the inside again and here came this soon to be bitch to cheer him up.

As the night passed they pretended to talk of the things that mattered in their lives. 

Jamie began to see Danny as someone larger then life, someone who took what he wanted and to hell with the consequences. He seemed so strong and sure of himself, he overwhelmed him with his strength and confidence. Danny was one of those lucky people who seem to be able to coast thru life at their own pace and rise to the occasion when necessary.

Jamie thought that they were much alike even though they came from very different backgrounds. He thought that Danny was a little closer to the edge then he was but that was just one man's opinion. They both agreed that there was something working between them and it seemed that they both felt that they had been friends before and this was just a chance to catch up on what had happened since they had last met. It was a strange vibe but it felt good, they both seemed to smile a lot and the dark jail cell could just as well have been a coffee shop or a bar where people go to talk and get to know one another. 

Time had gotten away from them, since it has no meaning in jail. They all lay still and quite in the stiffening heat that the walls radiated out into the room. It was a one-in -million chance that the boy would see the note come through that window, but he did. Somebody had slipped up to the window and tossed a note right into the chained man's lap. The boy pretended to be asleep as bank robber cast a glance around the cell. Satisfied that he had not been seen he carefully unfolded the note and read it. Without a word or sign of any kind he wadded the note up and put it into his mouth and started to chew.

The boy turned to his new friend Danny who was sitting against the wall next to him." Did you see that?" he whispered.

Danny opened his eyes, "did I see what?'' 

The kid explained what he had seen happen with the bank robber and the note. Danny seemed to be very interested. "Listen kid, you keep an eye on Mr. Bank Robber, you let me know if he does anything sudden. I mean anything, if he scratches his ass I want to know about it." Danny's hand reached out and his fingers grabbed the boy's nipple through the cloth of his shirt and started to twist it. "You got that bitch?" He smiled and then released the nipple and playfully slapped the boy on the cheek. "Keep you eyes on our friend, I am going to try to get some shut eye", with that he let his head drop onto his chest and shut his eyes.

Jamie was stunned, why would he call him a bitch? Was it that obvious that he had become a slut that a total stranger would know it just by looking at him and talking for a few hours? He hadn't done anything to get him mad or upset, so the 'bitch ' had to have a sexual meaning not something said in anger. Jamie was thrilled at the same time that Danny had pinched his nipple, his hand sought the hurt nipple out and found it hard and erect. He almost shivered as he felt how sensitive it felt when his fingers touched his own nipple. As he devoted himself to watching the bank robber he could feel his dick starting to harden.

Bank Robber sat silent and motionless for the next couple of hours. The kid heard the guards talking outside the cell, a great slamming of doors, and voices raised in loud talk of plans for the day. It seemed that one of the guards was going fishing and couldn't wait to get to the river. From the corner of his eye he caught the motion of sudden movement as bank robber jumped to his feet and ran to the wall and flattened his body against it. Jamie jumped to his feet just as a blast wave of hot air hit him like a solid wall. He was slammed against the wall and fell stunned to the ground. 

Danny had been shielded from the blast by the kid so he didn't take as hard a hit as the boy did. He grabbed Jamie by the collar and arm and pulled the kid toward where bank robber had gone. A great smoking hole in the wall opened to the cool grass and dark night air of the great outside. They ran or rather Danny ran as best as he could while he pulled the kid by his arm. 

The night was a very silent place; time had been frozen by the blast. Everybody was trying to find their breath before they could scream or moan or anything else. Time if not stopped had drastically slowed down. The only thing moving was the car that bounded up onto the courthouse lawn and slid to a stop right in front them. The man driving the car reached over and opened the front passenger door; bank robber leaped to the doorframe and held on as the car started to move backward. He managed to get inside and on the seat just as Danny wrenched open the rear door and pushed the semi- conscious kid inside, falling in on top of him as the car jumped the 12 inch curb and bounced back onto the street. Jamie's eyes were drawn to the bright flashes that marked where the bombs went off on the radio tower antenna and the parking lot where two cars sat burning. These were the details that were lodged in his mind as he let himself slip into the darkness. 

"I don't give a good shit who you are, you ain't going to be coming with us," A loud and angry voice was yelling at someone. "How the fuck am I supposed to know that you ain't no fucking cop yourself." An uneasy silence filled the car only the sounds of the wind and the wheels hitting the tar strips on the pavement came to his ears. He opened his eyes, but it had no effect since he was laying in the back floorboard of the car with Danny's legs over him. "You are one crazy motherfucker to jump into another man's car without finding out if you are wanted". The same voice continued, though with less anger it seemed to the listening boy. " What's your name and who the fuck is this kid that you brung with you?"

Danny wasted no time as he rushed into an explanation of why he had moved so fast. His story flowed fast and seamless as he explained, he seemed to talk without taking the time to breathe. That might've been the effects of the blast that made it seem that way to the kid but he had no trouble following the story and he was amazed. Danny was telling a story that would rival any movie plot that he had ever seen. 

According to Danny he was just bumming a ride with the guys in the car that was pulled over. He was trying to get to Edwards Miss a small town just to the west of Jackson, where he told the two strangers he had 200 lbs of marijuana hidden in trash cans behind a house. He had to get there tonight before they, the people who lived in the house, put the trash out to the curb. The pot represented all that he owned in the world, and he still owed money on it. He couldn't stand to lose it to some stupid mistake like a drunk -driving rap.

Bank Robber and his friend listened in silence and considered this tale of desperation. 

Two hundred pounds of pot, even if it was homegrown it was worth at least one hundred and eighty dollars a pound, that allowed for the dealer to double his money and sell it for twenty dollars an oz. Damn both minds reached the same conclusion that was thirty eight hundred dollars. This might be worth a small detour and since he didn't know he was going to be doing this, it seemed to reason that he cops would be caught by surprise too.

Finally the angry voice asked the question that had filled Jamie's mind as he listened. "Why did you bring this kid with you, he ain't got nothing to do with what you want to do?" Somehow it made the boy feel good inside when he heard Danny tell him that he was his friend even though they had just met and that he didn't leave his friends behind. At the same time the boy began to worry about what this escape was going to do to his jail time when the law caught up to him. 

Another thought flashed through his mind as he closed his eyes and sank back into darkness. Was Danny saying those things to let them see that he was a man who knew and respected loyalty or did he really mean them? Had he just been volunteered for something without his permission? 

This question was followed by another, why had he let Danny pull him alone behind him after the blast. He knew that they were running straight into some really deep shit. Why had he just blindly followed? He closed his eyes and let the feeling of Danny's legs laying on him comfort and warm him as the car stabbed through the misty fog of a Mississippi delta night.

When he started to come around he found himself laying on the back seat with his head in Danny's lap, his face pressed into the mans crotch. Worst yet Danny had a hard-on and it was pressing through his pants and pushing against the boy's lips. He pulled away but a hand touched the back of his head and Danny's voice was telling him something.

"Lay still and relax, everything is fine ", he said stroking the boy's head gently; he pushed the kids face back into his crotch and his hard dick. Jamie was still a little dazed from the blast, or not quite awake yet, whatever it was he submitted and lay back down with his head on Danny's thigh facing his dick. Danny's hand continued to stroke his hair, his long fingers running through the short hair, reaching for his face and running back to the back of his neck. It was so soothing, almost a dream like state of being. He let himself slip back into a deep sleep.

He didn't know how lone they stayed that way, it seemed like a long time but he was going in and out and couldn't say for sure. It was daylight, the sun shining bright in his eyes as he looked out the window at the treetops passing by above. Danny's hand still lay on the side of his face and the man still sported a raging hard-on. The boy lay quietly and tried to put his world in place one piece at a time in his mind. He let the events of the last day and night run through his mind uninterrupted by emotion or fear. He was looking at the last 24 hours like a person might view history rather then life. So much was happening so fast. Now his mind looked further back in his life looking for the reason he had become who he was.

He had always considered himself an "outsider". He was raised on the road and had to move from school to school, seldom starting at the same school that he had left the year before. Often he would have to change two or three times with-in a school year. Friendship was something that was seldom offered and when it was offered it was of short duration. His early years were a textbook example of how not to raise a kid. He had drawn more into himself, depending less on other people for his happiness. 

Now, here he was with his face staring into another man's crotch, at ease with the situation. As Danny's hand was resting on his head, he could see the outline of his dick lying against his leg. It was a big one, thick, heavy, it reaches almost to his face his lips less then an inch from it's mushroom like head. 

As he looked at it, it throbbed. Almost like it was taking a breath. He thought that it was his breath that made it throb. He breathed out onto it again and was rewarded with another twitch. That's when the hand on his head started to stroke again. He looked up to see Danny's eyes watching him, his hand stroking, his face smiling. His dick throbbed again drawing the boy's eyes back to it. 

Danny's hand reached around his head, his fingers crawling like a crab walks across that boyish face, his thumb lingered by the boy's girl-like lips. Suddenly his thumb was at Jamie's lips, softly running around their outline like he was putting lipstick on the boy. Jamie looked up into his eyes as his thumb pushed into his lips. Danny smiled, the tip of his thumb pressing gently against the boys closed teeth. 

Jamie didn't know why he just lay there like he did but that is what happened, he just lay there, letting his lips part enough to allow Danny to push his thumb into his mouth. He saw what was going on as he watched Danny's eyes. Jamie saw the hardness and cruelty in those eyes. He had looked into those same eyes some hours ago as a big Black man raped his willing mouth. He was looking into the eyes of a master and Jamie now knew himself to be a slut slave to any master he might stumble across it seemed. 

He accepted this as his fate and opened wider for him. His thumb now was completely inside the boys mouth and it was big, it slowly pulled out but then he pushed it back deep down the boys throat. The boy almost gagged but Danny pulled back just in time. Jamie had started to suck on his thumb by now because it seemed the right thing to do. It felt good to him to have this mans thumb inside his mouth and he seemed to be enjoying it as much as the Jamie was.

The voice from the front seat startled both of them. "Well, we're here, there's the city limit sign kid, where do we go to find this stash of yours?"

The thumb stayed pressed deep inside the boy's mouth, Jamie felt that he wanted him to keep sucking so he did, but he tried not to make any noise that the men in the front seat could hear. Danny looked at the men in the front seat and told them to turn right at the next light. His speaking to them had no effect on his thumb, which kept fucking into the sucking mouth. 

"Turn into that dirt road and I can get to the trash cans from the back side of their lot", Danny said. His eyes smiled down at Jamie as he pulled his thumb from his lips. "I'll be right back", his leg was pulled out from under the kids head and he was out of the car and gone. 

Jamie was facing into the rear cushion on the cars rear seat, his back to the men in the front seat, but he could feel their eyes on his back. He was a giant question mark to them and they were too worried about the way things were going to let these questions remain unanswered.

"Hey kid, you awake yet?" 

Jamie stayed where he was but he knew that they knew that he was awake. Hell they might have heard the suckling noises of his lips on Danny's thumb and think that he had been giving head. He was surprised at how little that concerned him; the thought that he might be somebody's bitch caused him very little shame or grief. He had sucked his thumb and if he was honest with himself, He had to admit that he had been thinking about sucking his dick while he did. Maybe he was his bitch. Maybe he wanted to be his bitch. The thought hit him like an electric shock. He was telling himself that he wanted to be some mans bitch, a fucktoy. This was getting real scary, but his dick was hard.




Evolution Ch. 05



"Hey!, asshole, I'll talking to you."

Jamie felt a sharp poke to his back as he heard the words. He slowly turned in the seat to face the guy in the passenger seat. The guy he had been told was a bank robber.

"What's your story asshole", Bank Robber glared at him, daring him not to answer with his intense look of impending violence. It wasn't a question, it was a demand.

What was his story? He heard himself speaking, telling them his name and that he had only been arrested over a reckless driving rap. 

"Are you telling us that you never met this asshole buddy of yours before last night"? Bank Robber cast a meaningful look at the driver, and continued the questioning. "You telling me that you don't know anything about what is going on here?"

Jamie nodded his head. 

The driver reached across and raised Jamie's face to look into his hard eyes. "Tell me again while I can see your eyes," He ordered.

Jamie looked him in the eye and repeated. "I don't know nothing about what is happening, I only met Danny a few hours ago." 

Bank Robber seemed to be thinking about this, you could see the wheels turning in his mind but his hard eyes never left Jamie's. "We'll see about that bitch," his hand reaching out to grab a handful of the boy's hair he pulled his face towards him "take off your clothes, every fucking stitch of them. I want to know for goddamn sure you ain't wearing a wire."

What the fuck was happening now. Jamie was both excited and a little frightened by this. He was too slow, and the driver hit him a backhanded blow to the side of his head. He saw stars. The driver's voice seared it way to his brain with his sharp command.

"Strip now you fucking faggot or I 'am going to rip your fucking face off"

Jamie's hands went to the buttons on his shirt but he was too slow, Bank robber ripped the shirt from his body. The driver had reached over the seat and was pulling his shoes from his feet, he then grabbed his pants legs and in one hard pull jerked them down the boy's legs.

"Get your feet out of them pants and lose the underwear bitch".

When Jamie didn't move they both started in on him at the same time. There was nothing he could do to stop them as they penned him against the rear seat and tore and ripped his clothes until was naked again, wearing only one of his shoes Satisfied that he wasn't wearing a wire, bank robber started to go through his pockets leaving the boy under the thoughtful gaze of the driver.

His eyes ran up and down the young body like he was looking at a woman or girl. His hand reached out and started to rub against Jamie's upper leg. He tried to ignore the hand but it was very unnerving having a total stranger take control of his body that way. The driver's hand started to reach into the inside of Jamie's legs and soon ran up to his crotch where he found his hard dick.

"Well, well, well, what have we got here". The hand that held the my dick pulled hard forcing the boy to turn over on to his back." Jim, I think we got us a hot piece of young chicken here."

Jamie tried to regain some control and reached for the hand to tear it away form his dick, but he quickly slapped he across the face, stunning me for an instant. That was all the time he needed to switch his grip from my hard dick to my soft and yielding balls. The pain was staggering as he squeezed my balls without mercy. 

"Listen to me bitch. I know a jailhouse slut when I see one and I am looking at one now.

Here's the way this works, when I say shit, you shit. When I say suck, you suck. When I say swallow, you better swallow every drop." His hand squeezed ever harder making the faggot paratrooper cry out in pain. "Now tell me what you are." 

The pain was so great that he could hardly speak but he managed to tell him that he was just a friend to Danny that he was not a cop, that he didn't care about anything but getting back this job on a tugboat that night. The driver had no desire to hear this from him, his left hand was free and he used it to slap him across the face and then backhand him so fast that it seemed like one blow. He was so stunned that he was speechless. He slapped him again and asked.

"What are you?" The driver squeezes harder and asked again. 

"What are you?" 

Jamie heard the question he gathered his senses, he started to answer, to tell him again that he was no threat to him or his friend. Before he could force the words from his mouth he heard a soft reply spoken from out side the car.

"He's mine, and I want to know what the hell you think you are doing to my friend?" It was Danny and the surprise was complete. The driver let go of the naked boy and Jamie drew back sitting up in the seat leaning back against the cushion as far as he could get from the driver. Suddenly the driver seemed to be coming at him but he stopped when he hit against the seat back. Danny was right up against his face, a gun in his hand was pushing against his cheekbone. 

The driver had a bloody slash across his forehead, blood was dripping down the barrel of the gun held at his head. Blood ran down his face and now Jamie saw blood was spattered all over his own body and face as well as the inside of the car. 

The driver was alive but he was fading to black from the force of the blow to his head. He slumped down against the door. He was no threat anymore. Danny now held the gun steady and it pointed directly at bank robber. "I want you to get out of the car" 

Bank robber could hardly believe what was happening to him. "What the fuck you mean, get out of the car? This fucking car is mine" there was rage in his voice but Jamie also thought that he was a little less sure of himself. He was watching his driver/friend bleed, there was a growing puddle of blood on the seat. He watched it as it ran toward him slowly but relentlessly. He licked his lips and started to say something but Danny cut him off.

"I said get out of the car, If you don't do it right fucking now I am going to strip you like you did my friend. Now get the fuck out of the car. Now. " The gun served as punctuation as it jerked and pointed at the bank robber. The man that Jamie knew only as bank robber saw that there was no use in saying anything. He opened his door and stepped outside to stand by his door. 

Danny opened the driver's door and drug the slumping body of the driver out onto the alley. He then reached into the back seat and threw bank robbers prison uniform out onto the grass side the road. Danny reached in the rear window and handed Jamie the gun. "If this asshole does anything that looks like a threat to us kill him." 

With that said Danny went about the business of stashing the four big trash bags in the trunk. He kept the gun pointed at bank robber until he felt the car shake with the force of Danny slamming the trunk lid closed. He returned to the front seat where he took the gun back from Jamie. Without a word spoken, Danny cranked up and they drove away. 

Jamie watched as bank robber started to drag his friend the driver into the bushes. His jailbreak plans had really went to shit when his friend started to fuck with Danny's friend. He now realized that he had made the classic mistake of underestimating a man. Bank Robber knew now that he should not have fucked with Danny or people that Danny cared about. He had learned an expensive lesson; he could be paying for this mistake for years if he wasn't careful. Jamie had an uneasy feeling that maybe he was underestimating Danny too. It was for damn sure that he was in over his head with these people; they were definitely playing for keeps. 

"Are you alright"? Danny asked him 

"Yes, they just scared me more then anything," Jamie almost smiled, almost, "and they smashed my balls into jelly. " 

Danny was looking at him and he was reminded of his nakedness once more. He started to look for his clothes but the only thing left was his other shoe. They were gone, thrown out along with the prison uniform of the bank robber. 

Danny smiled at him." I like you that way a lot better, get your ass over here into the front seat" Jamie hurried to obey him and slide his body over the seat to sit beside the door. 

"No, no, I want you to lay with your head on my lap like you were doing before" Danny was not smiling now. Jamie felt that he was slipping down that slope again, that he might never get back up but it seemed that he had no choice. Thinking that this is how Molly got started on her path he did as Danny asked him to do.

As he settled into his new position Danny's hand was placed on his hip. His naked hip now had a mans hand resting on it and his fingers were straying down over his butt cheek. He started to pull away from that hand but Danny told him to stay where he was. Jamie lay as still as he could and watched the shape of Danny's dick as it began to grow down his leg as he drove. One hand on the wheel and one hand on Jamie's ass Danny drove them to an old dirt road where he found a deserted old house. He turned into the yard and then drove around behind the house and turned the car off.

"Stay just the way you are", His hand left the boy's hip and went to his pants. His knuckles brushing against Jamie's face he used both of his hands to unzip his pants and pull them down to his knees. He wore no underwear and now his dick was hard and waving inches before the soldier's face, as he lay naked with his head in Danny's lap.

" Now you remember what you were doing so nicely to my thumb? Well I think that you know what to do. I want you to keep doing it until I tell you to stop. Now suck my dick bitch"!

At this point Jamie was sporting a hard-on that was hard to hide. At this point he was already helpless and naked in a stolen car with the law looking for him as a dangerous escapee. He was truly fucked, but this man had save his life. He opened his mouth and let Danny's dick slide inside. He started to suck his dick like he had sucked his thumb. Like he had sucked the niggers last night in the trailer, like he had sucked his friends James and Simon, Jamie started to suck like the slut he had become.

Danny started the car and they were rolling again. Jamie couldn't see where they were going he couldn't hear anything but the radio playing country songs. He just lay in Danny's lap and sucked on his dick like it was the best thing in the world. It was. He had just discovered why those men had been willing to pay him to do this. He loved the taste, the feel, and the nastiness of it. He loved being used this way by a man, a strong man. 

He had sucked for a good while before he heard Danny tell him to swallow every drop. He knew he was going to cum and Jamie wanted it now. He wanted to suck him dry. It still took him by surprise the way it squirted deep into his throat. He swallowed as fast as he could but it just kept cumming he sucked and sucked and swallowed until he had got it all. 

Jamie raised his head to tell Danny how good his cum tasted but Danny put his hand behind his head and pushed him back onto his cock.

"I told you to suck until I told you to stop bitch, now get that mouth back onto my dick and don't you stop again, if you know what is good for you." 

Jamie went back into suck mode working his mouth up and down his shaft as he drove. 

"Bitch, You better take it easy on me you know that I just came. My dick is very sensitive right now so I want you to lay still and gently rub your tongue along my shaft and softly suck around the head only. As I get back to normal you can get back in to slut speed and drive it to the finish again. After each time I cum I want you to let it rest and take a break, just keep it in your hot little mouth and let me feel your tongue do its work."

Jamie didn't know how long this went on, his mouth was very sore and his lips were feeling raw. His jaw ached from being held opened so wide for so long. Finally he heard Danny tell him to get up and let it rest for a while. 

Jamie sat up and looked around to see if he could determine where they might be. They were on a back road made of red clay; surrounded by rows of pine trees for as far as you could see in both directions. Danny was giving Jamie a hard look. He began to wonder what he had did wrong. He had only done what Danny had told him to do. 

"Bitch, you better get you ass into gear." Danny was pissed, Jamie could tell by his tone and manner but why? What had he done? 

"Get you ass back over here and pull my pants up and buckle my belt. Put my shit back together over here until the next time I let you suck it."

The newborn slut was actually relieved that it was only that little thing that he had did wrong, that was easily fixed. He reached across Danny's body and got his pants, a hand on each side. When Danny raised his ass off the seat so Jamie could pull up his pants, his semi-erect cock was right in the boys face. Without even thinking about it he kissed it on the head and gave it a deep suck into his mouth.

"Let it rest bitch. I'll tell you when I want your mouth on my dick. For now I don't want you to do anything but what I tell you, when I tell you, for as long as I tell you and with whomever I tell you. You got that bitch?" Danny's eyes burned into Jamie's'.

He nodded his head, basically accepting his new role without protest. Jamie wondered if Danny had heard the bank robber's driver when he had told him almost the same words. It seemed that most masters wanted the same thing from their slaves. 

Jamie remembered what a prude he had been with Phillip. How Phillip had always let him decide if he wanted to do something or not. How he had used that kindness to deny Phillip the pleasures of his body. Now he was swallowing these fuckers cum like it is going out of style. What the fuck kind of game was he playing here. This guy could hurt him as easily as he had the driver back there. Jamie had no doubt that he would have shot bank robber if he had tried anything. 

The thing that really worried Jamie was that his dick was hard just from thinking about what was happening to him. He remembered the look of fear and excitement in Molly's eyes as she had served her black master last night. He more fully understood what had been going through her mind today.

Danny pulled the car out of sight down a fire lane got out and walked to the back and opened the trunk. Feeling pretty safe about how remote their location was Jamie jumped from the car too, unconcerned about his lack of clothes. Danny had found a map in the trunk and was unfolding it across the hood of the car when Jamie walked up to stand beside him. 

"We have a problem my new found friend, it seems that I am lost" Danny went on to explain that he had kept to the back roads, mostly unpaved dirt roads and many of them were not marked on the maps. "I thought that I was in this area" he ran his finger in a circle that was located just north of Jackson and a little west of the center of the state. 

Jamie's eyes ran over the map looking for something that he could use to help locate them. His eyes found the city of Greenville the town that Phillip had gone to file the papers. He asked Danny if he knew what time it was and he told the naked boy he thought that it was about four maybe five in the afternoon. Phillip would be thinking that he had fucked him over, took the car and ran off. 

Jamie had really mistreated Phillip; a man who had always did only nice things for Jamie. He was heartbroken over how bad it must seem to him, how it would look to him like Jamie had fucked him over. Used him and then betrayed him.

Phillip would be getting ready to shove off in a few hours. Jamie decided that he, at the very least, owed Philip a phone call to let him know what was what. He wanted to tell him that he had not stole the car and that he would be there to take the next trip with him, if he still wanted him to.

"Danny, I got to get to a phone," Jamie said and then he continued, "I have to call my friend Phillip and tell him that I didn't steal his car and that I will take the job that he has offered me"

Danny looked up from the map and asked the boy "Was the car in his name?" 

Jamie had to think for a minute, "It must be because it had plates on it and they have to be in somebody's name don't they?"

Danny nodded his head and told him, "Cops will already have tracked him down and told him the tale of your and my escape" 

he paused then went on

"they'll be watching his place and they will have a tap on his line by now waiting for you to call. He's too hot to touch right now."

What he said made sense but Jamie still owed him a call or something, he had to let him know that he had not planned this to happen this way.

The sun was low enough in the sky that you could tell where west was, "do you remember any roads that we have crossed?" Jamie raised his eyes from the map and looked at Danny "any numbers that you can recall?" 

Danny seemed to be thinking about what he might have seen, after a moment he said "there was a road that I thought was going to be an interstate highway, it crossed over us on a bridge but there was no way to get on it from where we were at. There had been a fence and a high bank the bank was too steep to climb with this heavy ass old wreck" 

"How far back was this ", Jamie asked.

"Bout six or seven miles I guess, no more I don't think",

"I think that was the Natchez Trace," Jamie said. " It is a federal highway that is built on the same route that the pioneers took when they were walking up and down the country back in the old days. It is a controlled access highway and you can only get on from certain roads. This is it here,"

his finger traced a red line that went across the state to end just above Natchez Miss. Jamie had stretched himself across the hood in an effort to trace the line with his finger. He felt Danny push against his ass with his body as his hands reached over Jamie to hold the boys hands out over his head. The car was warm against his skin as he lay across the hood letting Danny play like he was butt fucking him. Jamie realized that he was not playing when he heard his zipper being unzipped. He spun around and confronted him.

"I ain't no queer and I ain't gonna let you put your dick up my ass". 

He felt that he was very close to losing his balance and falling headlong down that slippery slope into being something beyond just a simple queer, Jamie was afraid that he was turning into what Molly was. He had watched this same play just last night only tonight, he would be playing Molly's role and Danny would be Raymond.

Danny just gave him that knowing smile of his and put his hand out to touch the side of Jamie's face. The naked boy had no way to hide his cock from this man, so when he started to fuck into his mouth again with his thumb, he could watch the sluts dick get hard. Jamie knew what was expected of him and opened his mouth to him, accepting the make-believe-dick deep into his throat.

"There, there, now you sound so much better." Danny moved his thumb around in the boy's mouth almost making him gag. 

" I want to hear slurping sounds when you are sucking my thumb or my dick. I want you to think how lucky you are to have my dick." 

As he talked his thumb continued to rape Jamie's mouth bringing water to his eyes, it was very uncomfortable and the boy wished that he would stop, but he said nothing and he stood before him until he pulled his thumb from his lips allowing the boy to breathe freely again. 

Jamie's relief was short lived as Danny told him to drop to his knees and suck his dick. The slut willingly complied with this command and soon he was devotedly sucking him off once more. Danny's fingers found his nipples and played roughly with them, pulling and twisting them cruelly.

Jamie was surprised at how hard his dick was as he did this to him and he felt that he could feel his own cum rising in him, though he had not touched his dick. Jamie took his dick into his own hand and started to stroke it in time with Danny's thrusts into his mouth.




Evolution Ch. 05



"Get your hands off that little clit stick of yours and put them around my ass. Pull my dick into your little whore's mouth with both hands. That's right slut," He said as Jamie let his hard dick go unattended and started to pull Danny's body into his face with each of his strokes. 

He was so hot and he needed to cum so bad. He had been doing such sexy and nasty things for Danny for most of a day now and he needed some sort of release for himself. Danny didn't seem to notice his needs at all, he just stood before him, and looked down on the boys short hair as he face fucked himself for his pleasure.

"I once had a bitch when I was in Fla that loved to suck dick, but she was not as good at it as you are. You are a natural born cocksucker, a born slut if I have ever seen one. I am going to take you everyway that you can be taken. I am going to make you beg me to fuck your sweet ass. When I pull my dick out you are going to turn around and suck it clean for me. You will learn to go to strangers and suck their dicks if I tell you too. You are mine fuck toy now and you will do as I tell you to do or I will beat the shit out of you and then you will do as I tell you to do." 

His words were empathized by his dick pushing harder into his throat. Yesterday morning Jamie would have panicked if this had happened to him but tonight it was old hat. He had learned to breathe shallow through his nose and he could get enough air that he could make it, even when you are deep-throating a big cock. 

That's when Danny raised the stakes, his hand reached down and held Jamie's nose pinching his nostrils closed. 

"Don't even think about moving your hands slut, just keep sucking until you can't suck anymore." 

Jamie was in a panic and started to squirm a bit on his knees, he wanted so bad to tear his face from this crotch and take a deep breath but he stayed glued to his dick like a leach sucking for all that he was worth. As he panicked he started to pound Danny's dick into his face, driving it harder and harder into his poor throat. 

He had to make his master cum before he died. He didn't want to die like this, choking on some guys cock. His life had to mean more then just a climax and a cheap thrill.

Jamie was on the point of passing out when he felt the cum erupting into his mouth and he felt it slide down his throat. He swallowed as best as he could and kept sucking even as the light faded from his eyes and he started to slip into darkness. 

Jamie didn't remember when Danny had pulled his dick from his mouth. When his senses came back to him he was laying on the ground with a great amount of cum on his chest and belly. His dick still had a steady stream of cum oozing from it. He didn't remember cumming, he must have passed out. 

Jamie felt very fulfilled and satisfied, maybe even a little proud of what he had done. Danny saw his expression and smiled at him. 

"Yeah, I have seen a lot of jail house sluts but you are the best so far. I got a lot to teach you but you are going to work out just fine."