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A Pound of Flesh

By: SEVERUSMAX



I was rather annoyed, to say the least, to be interrupted from my sleep that morning, on one of those rare occasions that I attempted to sleep in. Normally, I tended to be too eager to get things done to stay in bed and waste my day with idle semi-slumber. Then again, at this particular moment, I was overdue for some sleep, but I wouldn't get it yet. I was just glad that it was a Sunday, because I could in theory catch up on my sleep later. Well, as it turned out, that was a forlorn hope, too. 

As I picked up the phone, I heard the rather desperate voice of my lifelong best friend, Nick. For those of you not in the know, Nick is...well, physically slender and small, not to mention a bit effeminate or at least androgynous, if nothing else. I'll be honest here and say that he's rather cute, at least to me. I've protected him at times as we grew up; so much so that I used to joke that I wasn't his friend as much as I was his bodyguard. 

An outside observer with rather old-fashioned or closed-minded ideas might assume that Nick is gay. Well, he is actually bisexual, just like me...well, not quite like me. I know that I'm more into guys than he is, though not exclusively. I'm probably about a 3 on the Kinsey scale, if you will. Nick might be closer to a 2. So, yeah, I admit that I protected him partly because I found him sexually attractive. Well, excuse me, but a cute guy like that...well, I tend to be protective of him in the same way that I am of a woman. Yeah, I know, feminism and all that BS says that women don't need my protection anymore. That's funny, because everyone does now and then, and neither Nick nor any of the girls that I stood up for over the years have exactly complained that I was treating them as chattel or dependent on me. 

Now, don't assume that I'm some Hercules here. No, nor more am I a guy who is extra macho or seeks out chances to use violence. I just do things like that when the situation calls for it. Normally, I'm a mellow guy, about average height and weight, though I have been trying to move in a higher-protein, lower-carb direction in the interest of delaying the onset of diabetes. I got picked on and beat up as a kid, too, but it ironically grew less and less as I stuck up for others, probably because people got the idea that I was tougher than I let on and could at least fight back. In fights with bullies, you win even if you lose just by standing up to them and not wimping out. 

Anyway, so I answered the phone, I heard Nick whining and talking ninety to nothing, even blubbering a bit, "You gotta help me, Dave! I'm telling you, it's serious! He says that I have to pay him by noon today or else I'm in deep shit!" 

"Wait a second, Nicky, pay who?" I called him "Nicky" as I often did, because it seemed to fit him. 

"Sly. You know, Sylvester Mackenzie!" Nick explained, "I owe him fifty grand by noon and there's no way I can get that by then!" 

"And you think that I can it that fast?" I demanded, "Or are you trying to get me to fight an infamous loan shark and his goons to save you from whatever stupid debt you got by borrowing from him?" 

"No, no, that's suicide! I just hoped that you can somehow...talk him into giving me more time or else get some money somehow for this! I thought that you're rich, you know, and have connections?" he pleaded, "I even confessed to Nancy and told her that I had borrowed it for our wedding and honeymoon, but she told me that I was stupid to have borrowed from a loan shark...but she's the one that amassed a huge bill for the wedding! Much more than I can afford. She's like, 'But I thought you had a lot of money. You're a stockbroker. Stockbrokers are rich! Why would you need to borrow from Sly Mackenzie?'

"I tried to explain, but she wasn't listening, except when I told her that he would castrate me if I didn't pay up. Then she told me, 'Then pay up or we're over. I won't marry a fucking eunuch or a guy stupid enough to give up his balls as collateral.' That's what she actually told me! The bitch! She's as rich as Oprah and she won't pitch in with the cost of the wedding, nor will her family? That's supposed to be the job of the bride's family, right?" 

"Nicky, I'm sorry that your fiancée is such a shallow cunt, but let's face facts. You knew that she was high-maintenance and her parents would stick you with the bill before you popped the question. You insisted that it wasn't her fault and she really did love you. Now it's clear that she loves the money that she thought you had, not you per se. Or rather I think that she liked having control of it...and you. It's an ego thing, since she doesn't need the cash. It proves that she dominates you so much that you'll run in the maze like a hamster for her. She's from one of those families. Jaded, superficial, and vain. Her family is the same way. You're a hard-working stockbroker from a working-class Greek immigrant family. You might not be tough as nails like your family and all that, but...hey why isn't your family involved in this, anyway? I haven't seen them in years," I replied, curious about that. 

"Oh, Nancy asked me to choose between them and her. She looked down on them. I foolishly chose her. If I asked them for their help, though, they would have every right to tell me to go to hell. I'm afraid that they might do that, or worse, get themselves into debt when they've just begun to do well for my sake. I can't live with that on my conscience," Nicky stammered as he did whenever nervous or scared. 

"But you think that they want you neutered? Or that bothering me about something like this is a better solution? Well, I guess that I do have more money than your folks. I'll do what I can. It won't be easy, because I have to wire it back from another country and avoid any...unwanted attention from the IRS or whatever. Hell, you know me well, don't you? This was always in the back of your mind. David Feldman would come to the rescue, just as he always does. What's with Sly, anyway? The Bard should have based Shylock on him, not us Hebrews. Talk about wanting a pound of flesh! Anyway, I'll help you if possible," I admitted my fault...I'm a sucker for Nicky's pleading, desperate voice and his soft brown eyes. 

Thus ended one of the most stressful conversations of my life, after which I got with my bankers overseas and did my best to transfer it without using the normal internet channels, so to speak. One never knew if the FBI or someone was spying on me. I deliberately paid my fair share of taxes, sure, but kept money that shouldn't be taxed where it wouldn't be. Let's just say that I knew from my father's experience that the Taxman often gets it wrong and that can be a costly mistake for the taxpayer. It was those capital-gains taxes that were the worst, of course. Yikes! I'm no Republican, but that's a rare case where they have a point. Well, that and guns, the great equalizer for a guy like me who doesn't care to be terrorized by some putz of a loan shark or bullies in general. 

Speaking of which, I made sure to carry some heat for this meeting, just in case I needed it. There was no way that I would meet a jerk and bully like Sly Mackenzie, scum of the Earth, without a piece on me. In this case, it was my 9 mm Glock. I loved that particular sidearm best of all, aside from my 12 gauge, which I also took with me, just in case. Shotguns are nasty pieces of work when it comes to killing, which is what I love about them. Something about the damage that buckshot can do is enough to send the right message when necessary. 

When I left the house, it was 10 am, which theoretically gave me about 2 hours to arrive at the location that Nick texted me on the way (no, I didn't text back, as I was driving...Nicky didn't exactly think ahead like that). I wore a suit and tie to show that I was serious on this occasion. It was meant to suggest that Sly and I were the adults, so Nick and the goons would let the grown-ups speak and handle it. Sure, he was of age, but he still acted like he was my little brother. I had the money with me, which was another reason not to go unarmed. Fifty thousand dollars...what the hell was Nancy doing that cost fifty K, anyway? All for a wedding that might not happen after all, as it turned out. What a waste, though I doubt that Sly would agree with me there, or Nancy, for that matter. 

Well, I did my best to get the condemned former abortion clinic on time, and in fact I did. It was 11:08 am when I arrived, with fifty thousand dollars on hand, in the form of a cashier's check (there was no way to turn it into greenbacks and that kind of money would be irretrievable if I got robbed). It was made out to Sly Mackenzie, so he had a gesture of faith from me, plus you kinda have to put that sort of information on a cashier's check. Nicky should have been pleased to see me, but instead he paled as he saw me...from the ad hoc table that he was strapped to...tears fresh in his eyes. I could tell that something was wrong, of course. 

I got about a foot from the table when Sly had his goons stop me. He had this look on his face like, "WTF? What does this guy think he's doing?" 

"Um...Sly Mackenzie, right?" I asked cautiously. 

"Yeah, that's me, Pops. Are you Dave?" Sly asked me in his Boston Irish accent. 

"The very same. David Joshua Feldman. Friend of the fellow you have strapped down here, Nicholas Stavropoulos. What's the deal? I'm here on time with the cash. You haven't taken your collateral yet, have you?" I demanded. 

"Too bad Nicky boy here forgot about the last minute penalty. Maybe he wasn't listening to that part. If you wait to the last day or hour with me, there's a stress penalty of 5% on top of the principal and interest for making me sweat. If I want to sweat, I'll do it in a gym. You hear me, sport? So, yes, I've taken my security, since he told me that you didn't have the extra money on hand and that he hadn't asked you for it. Your buddy here is, how do I say, something less than a man, if not quite a woman now. 

"I'll take the money nonetheless. Otherwise, well, I'll take his dick, too, in place of the penalty. You can try to rush or shoot me, but if you do, you'll get mowed down and he'll be another John Bobbitt, but without the reattachment or the ex-wife, you hear me? Just be glad that I'm not asking you for the five percent. His balls will do for those rather well...as entertainment and to strike home the right message, after I pickle them in a small jar and put them on display," Sly cleverly forestalled any heroics on my part...I wasn't going to make Nicky have to sit to pee on top of the other indignity. 

"Here you go. Now I see why I don't patronize your kind," I noted caustically as I wisely paid him, especially as the check was already made out to him. 

"Yeah, well, survival of the fittest. You and me, we're alpha males. We did the world a favor here. It has too many betas breeding, if you ask me. Folks like Nicky here. You want proof of that? He was dumb enough to agree to my terms, which I always set because either I get my money or I rid the world of another wimp. You, on the other hand, wouldn't even consider turning to me, would you? The very fact that you had the money, that you're obviously armed, and that you would come to this punk's rescue tells me everything that I need to know. You look out for the underdog. Wannabe superhero. I get it. I respect that. It's not as smart as me and how I live, but it shows character, backbone. Guts. You have them as well as smarts. 

"Now, don't get any crazy ideas of revenge in your head. Your buddy here failed to pay up. He paid the price instead. No one held a gun to his head and made him borrow from me. He then got you caught up in his mess. He'll recover in time, poor fella. I hear that he's engaged. Something tells me that his love life's about to hit the rocks. Chicks only stick around with eunuchs if they can get some dick on the side. So, either he'll be dumped or his life will get even worse than that. Something tells me that he'll be crying into his beer for a good while, but at least he'll learn not to waste his life sucking up to stupid whores like his fiancée. Any girl who needs fifty K for a wedding is a user, man. A leech, a parasite. I did him a favor. Now he won't be ruled by his dick or led around by some evil bitch's pussy," Sly chuckled as he turned his victim over to me. 

"Unstrap him, Sly. Let me take home with me. He needs to crash somewhere and have someone help him heal a bit. It looks like my job for a good while to come. You cauterized him, at least, right, so he won't bleed to death?" I insisted. 

"Hell, yeah, I don't want his death on my conscience. That's a mortal sin, like the docs, nurses, and patients and here used to commit. This is just a venial sin. If I'm lucky, I might still make Purgatory if I confess in time. I only kill if it's necessary. No sense in damning myself for sure," Sly retorted as he surrendered his victim to my custody, adding, "Don't ever let me see either of you around here anymore, you hear me?" 

"Um, sure, Sly. I have no desire to return. This place is creepy as hell, anyway," I admitted, being no fan of abortion myself, though in favor of a woman's right to choose. 

"Well, that's just the souls of murdered babies, of course. I figured it was already unpopular enough to give me privacy, you see," Sly shrugged as we headed out, both of us glad that I hadn't tried to emulate his namesake in the Rambo films or something crazy like that. 

Knowing that I was at a serious numerical and tactical disadvantage, I naturally decided to forgo revenge and do my best to help Nicky get to my house for his recovery. He was clearly in horrible pain, of course, not having had a very good anesthetic during the surgery. By definition, losing your nuts qualifies as any man's worse nightmare, right along with losing your dick. His sex life as he knew it was over. Nancy had already made it clear that she would dump his ass, which she did over the phone when he sent word through me that it had taken place. 

"You know, you're a real piece of work, Nancy. Whatever happened to true love and 'for better or for worse?' Nicky needs you more than ever and he's in this mess because of you. The least that you can do is be here for him," I laid the guilt trip on thick, though I knew that it wouldn't work. 

"I never said those vows yet. Besides, he could have come up with the money another way. He's rich, isn't he?" Nancy acted as self-absorbed and conceited as ever, "Not my fault he turned to Sly Mackenzie, the notorious loan shark. If you ask me, he deserved to be neutered. I'm not going to stick around for a man with no balls and I won't cheat on my future husband. Hell, I've never even let Nicky into my panties and now I never will. I'm going to be a virgin bride in white with the perfect wedding, thank you very much!" 

"Yeah, whatever. What a waste! Do me a favor and don't contact either of us ever again, unless you wish to pay up the fifty grand you owe me now. If not, so be it. Other than that, leave us both the hell alone! Oh, and grow up before you ruin another man's life, Nancy!" I slammed the phone down. 

"Damn, Nicky, not to kick you when you're down, but you put up with all of this and she wouldn't even sleep with you? Wow, love really is blind!" I shook my head at that and produced a bottle of Jim Beam...the cheap stuff wouldn't do for my best friend who had just lost a major part of his manhood. 

I'll be frank here...Nicky and I both got rather plastered after a while, neither of us having eaten a bite that morning and both of us hitting the sauce rather fast. That fine Kentucky bourbon went through us just as we went through it. Nicky certainly needed it, even more than I did. The next thing that we knew, it was Monday morning and I was a bit hungover. It was a good thing that I was self-employed and worth more than a little besides. I had to call him in sick to work, however, since he was clearly in no position to do his job that morning, if at all that week. I mean, you try working the day after you get your nuts chopped off and then share a bottle of whiskey with your best friend. Yeah, I thought as much. 

I heard sobbing and I saw Nicky on the toilet, sitting down as he now had trouble standing up to pee. His face was truly a sad state, red from having bawled his eyes out more than a few times during the night while we watched movies and drank our shots. Strangely, he had wanted to watch a bunch of chick flicks, but I humored him because he was the one who had just lost something far more precious than my fifty K. I caught myself now more or less consistently thinking of him as "Nicky," not Nick at times, crazy as that might seem. Almost none of his behavior since being gelded had been masculine at all. I put that down to lower testosterone, though I couldn't be sure when that would take effect. Maybe it was just psychological at this point. Then again, Nicky was never a "man's man," now, was he? 

"I can't...get hard. Not at all, Dave. It's already gone, my ability to get an erection. I'm already impotent, thanks to them castrating me. It's...embarrassing. What am I going to do, sit down to pee every time that I wake up and morning wood should have me able to aim better? Plus, I'll never get to cum again. Ever. Do you have any idea how it feels to know that I can't reproduce? Forget finding a wife. That won't happen now. Fuck me, I'm screwed! What's there left to live for, anyway?" Nicky whined until I was frankly annoyed with him. 

"Look, Nicky, it's not over for you. You're still young. You still have your health. You have a job as a stockbroker and you're now out of that one debt. You're free of that bloodsucking bitch that wanted to use you and spit you out. Yes, it came at a very high price...for both of us. In case you forgot, it cost me fifty thousand dollars, just so that you'd still have your dick! Now, what's this about your love life being over? Come shower with me...it's time for us to talk," I demanded, more forceful than expected. 

To my surprise, Nicky didn't protest or object at all, though maybe he was just too stunned or in need of comfort from me. He finished undressing as I stripped, his eyes following my cock and balls as I exposed them to him for the first time in years. He was even more astonished when I started washing him first, my hands roaming his skin with the puff as I cleaned him up. I was extra careful around the area where his balls had been, so as not to irritate the cauterized flesh. I soon became rather hard as I touched his swarthy body, excited by the skin-to-skin contact with him. 

When it was Nicky's turn, he didn't try to get out of washing me as well. On the contrary, he surprised me by stroking my dick as he cleaned that part, followed by my balls, which seemed to be rather sensitive to the touch right then. Neither of us had done this to each other, yet it seemed somehow natural to us, as if an expression of his vulnerability to me, his deference to my will...his trust in me. He had always turned to me and leaned on me, and now was no exception. 

When I began to speak, Nicky put his fingers to my lips and let his hands...and then his mouth do the talking for him. He knelt before me and opened his mouth, drawn like a magnet to my cock as he placed his lips around the head of it. Before I could get a word in, Nicky had my dick practically in his throat, his hands wandering over to my balls and my ass to play with them. It was just...instinct or impulse for both of us, the culmination of years of this ongoing bond between us, the intimacy that had already existed, with its sexual potential until now untapped. 

"Nicky...damn! I was gonna seduce you, but it seems that you've beaten me to the punch. Oh, God, man...you're such a gorgeous guy, you know that, right? Delicious...," I reacted out loud when I got a chance to react verbally. 


A Pound of Flesh



"Hey, I'm as shocked as you are. I always thought of myself as straight, but for some reason, once we started to shower, it seemed perfectly natural and healthy for me to go down on you...to thank you, to serve you...to prove my gratitude and love for you, my best friend. If you hadn't said what you did...well, I was seriously on the verge of using one of your razors to slash my wrists. Thank you, Dave. I'm yours. I can't explain it, but it just seems right. Hey, it makes sense, doesn't it? I've already lost my manhood, so why not be your pussy boi, your bottom bitch?" Nicky did his best to explain his new mood and attitude, which confused and surprised him as well. 

"I think that this has been a long time coming, hasn't it, Nicky? We've been heading in this direction all of our lives. Just understand that as my new pretty boy, I want you to stay a guy...just the kind of chap that you are. A sissy, not a transwoman. You're going to be smooth as soon as we can make you so, too. Totally hairless below the neck. You're going to be my kinky little bum boy, aren't you? I'm going to enjoy butt-fucking you, too. A tight, nice virgin ass," I admitted as I fucked Nicky's throat, his hands wandering down to his dick out of habit, before he recalled that he wouldn't be able to get it up again...not without help, that is...

"Yes, please...at least I will lose one of my cherries at last. I won't have to be a virgin anymore," Nicky shocked me with this newest confession. 

"You mean that you...never had sex with anyone before?" I blurted out as Nicky sucked my cock and played with my balls and ass...I would never have guessed. 

"No...I was going to, but then Nancy snatched me up and she would never put out, of course. I never got it on with a woman and now I never will," Nicky admitted, blushing at the fact. 

"But you went to college, became a stockbroker, did all of those things, and no woman was interested?" I expressed my shock. 

"To be honest, all of my girlfriends kept putting me off with excuses, though I admittedly only had three of them the whole time, and they lasted several months to up to two years," Nicky shrugged, "that was during college, and I just barely got done with Jill before Nancy grabbed me. Jill was my girlfriend from my senior year until about a week or two before Nancy found me. When she dumped me, she admitted that she had cheated on me and put me off because...I had taken no for an answer. She basically implied that I should have forced her. But that's rape!" 

"Hell with her, Nicky. She was playing games with you, expecting you to read her mind and know the difference between mock and real rape...but if she hadn't liked it, she would have pressed charges for sure. Women! Well, at least you know with me that I won't lie to you, just as you won't lie to me. I know your secret and I won't hold it against you, Nicky. So you're a virgin...well, you won't be much longer. I plan to take your sweet ass and make a real boy out of you, if not quite a man in the usual sense. Fuck normalcy! Your first time might not be what you hoped, but I can promise you that you'll remember it...it will be the most fun you ever had in your life, even better than this!" I assured Nicky as I fucked his mouth and used it as a pussy again. 

"Thank you, Dave. Oh, God...I never thought that I'd enjoy this, but I should have known. I'll be the best bum boy you could ever have, I swear. You'll never want rid of me. Can I stay with you...permanently?" Nicky pleaded with me. 

"I thought that was understood when I claimed you as my pretty boy, Nicky. You're my bitch now and you will be my personal butt-slut and cumslut for life. Are we clear now, sweet cheeks?" I left no doubt as to my meaning there. 

"Oh, fuck, yes! I'll do whatever you want, Dave, I promise! Anything and everything for you!" Nicky assured me, but I already gathered that...and frankly, I had plans for the bum boy now. 

"Come with me, Nicky," I led him to my bedroom, where I took his fine, slender body and laid it out across the comforter. 

"I want you to lie there on your belly and try to relax. I'm about to sodomize you, so you'll need to adapt to this. Pretty soon, of course, this will be old hat, but the first time will likely hurt a bit as I take your cherry ass. That's why you need to relax your whole body, especially your bunghole. I will lube it up a bit, but I must warn you that my dick is a bit on the thick side, so there will be some pain as you stretch to accept me there," I told Nicky as I lubed him up rather generously to prepare his asshole for my stiffening cock, which was going to plunder him anally for sure now. 

It took several minutes for Nicky to adjust to the first inch or two of my shaft inside his butt, followed by the next, but after about a quarter of an hour, he had taken the entire length of my dick in his backdoor. I gave him a moment longer to wince and groan in the initial pain before I began my first hip movements in and out of his ass, buggering him with growing intensity and vigor. His asshole was rather virgin territory indeed, as was made obvious by the surprise in his voice as he experienced the delights of my cock against his prostate for the first time ever in his life. 

As bottoms went, what Nicky lacked in training thus far, he quickly compensated for that deficit in terms of his enthusiasm. I had him pinned in good time and I hammered his butt, yet he left me without any question of his enjoyment of my dick back there. When he got an erection in spite of his castrated condition, he was stunned, but it then registered what he had heard before in a clinical sense...his intellectual awareness of the prostate now became a life experience after all. 

I now took Nicky with a ruthless and relentless plunge, ramming his booty again and again, my balls slapping against what used to be his. It was a painful reminder to him in a way that he wasn't a man in the anatomical sense anymore, even if he still had his other male equipment. It didn't matter to me, however. He was now my pretty boy in a way that he never was as an intact fellow, with his eyes glued to his sick and shallow fiancée. He had been broken...but I would put him back together again as a new, lovelier creature than ever. He was no freak...he was my boy...my sweet, delightful bottom bitch, my pussy boi. In taking his balls, Sly had accidentally helped me set Nicky free, though it was left to me to do the last work on the metamorphosis. 

"Oh, you lovely lad...you're mine now, aren't you? Your sweet ass is mine. Your mouth is mine, too. You're my personal slut boi, aren't you?" I grunted as I emptied my balls into his asshole, marking my territory at last. 

"Yes...Dave. I am yours now. I belong to you at last. This was always meant to be, wasn't it? It just...took a tragedy to get us there. A crisis. I won't lie...I do miss my balls, but it was worth losing them to be yours at last, as I should have been all along. I never belonged to Nancy, not really at heart. I was just too stubborn and foolish to see it. I...love you, Dave. You've always been there for me in a way that no one else ever has. Nancy deserted me, but you took me in. Thank you, Dave. Thank you for claiming me as your own," Nicky answered me when he caught his breath. 

"Quit your job, Nicky. Stay home here...become my little homemaker. I have plenty of money. You'll never have to work a normal job again. I'll take good care of you, my dear boy. You'll lack for nothing. I'll collar you someday and such, but in the meantime, know that you're already mine...my property. My slut. My bottom. My boi...my bitch," I said as I slid out of Nicky's ass and kissed his mouth with more than a little passion and tongue. 

"I must confess, however, that I'm bi, not gay...and I'm going to want some pussy now and then. If you can understand this, it will help with our domestic bliss...don't worry, I'll explain your ordeal to the ladies and make sure that they treat you right. Maybe they'll even do things to bring you pleasure in spite of your...missing parts," I announced, dealing with the elephant in the room. 

"Dave...I know you pretty damn well, just as you know me. Neither of us are gay. We both like women, too...if I can't fuck pussy, at least I can lick it. That's something, isn't it? I kinda assumed that you'd bring girls home and we'd have fun with them. That's fine with me," he smiled at me.

Nicky's sincerity in his eyes left no doubt that he was truly happier than ever, in spite of the violence done to him that had him nearly suicidal the day before...he had accepted his lot and was now at peace with it. He was home at last...with me. He was my bitch. He was my boi...he was mine. I owned him and he loved me for it.



A Pound of Flesh Ch. 02



The next day, Nicky went to work as I had instructed him and officially resigned, giving them two weeks' notice (that way, if something happened to me, he'd still have good references). His supervisor was nice enough to count the day before to his credit despite him being ill and using it as a personal day, and he also permitted Nicky to use up some vacation time that he had accrued before coming back for the final week. This meant that Nicky would have some time to get his stuff moved out of his old place and settle up his lease, which thankfully the condo's management chose to allow as well. The trick in both cases turned out to be letting Nicky suck the men off under their desks, which was fine with me, though both men were supposedly straight, married guys. Evidently, they couldn't refuse a twink like Nicky.

"That last cock... damn! I think that you've gotten me hooked on dick, Dave," Nicky grinned as he spat out the second load from the monstrous black cock that he had sucked, which belonged to the condo manager.

"Glad that you didn't swallow. You never know what could be in a strange man's load. You only made them think that you would swallow... very clever," I commended Nicky on that before giving him a deep French kiss and directing his mouth to my crotch.

"Now, this... this I will swallow, gladly," Nicky told me as he unzipped my pants and took my dick into his mouth.

"I am so fucking glad that they let you use up your vacation time, honey. I'm gonna love fucking the hell out of you this week. Your ass will be very used to my cock by Saturday, be sure of that," I told Nicky as he deep-throated me, his face entranced by his hunger for it.

Granted, Nicky still had to get past his gag reflex at times, given my size, but he often worked past it and increasingly managed to get my entire length inside him whenever it suited us, as with now. The way that he sucked me off in my truck was awesome, and I made sure to give us some privacy so he could finish the job of blowing me before we went inside the pharmacy to pick up some hair removal cream. He was going to be one smooth fellow by the time I was done with using that stuff on him. Between that and his rapidly dropping testosterone levels, he should have no trouble keeping the body hair away. Nicky didn't have a lot of hair to begin with, so that was an easy slide toward smoothness for him.

Part of me really wanted to share Nicky's butt sooner rather than later, but another part of me wanted to wait until I had fully housebroken him, so to speak. I didn't want monster dicks wrecking his ass before I got plenty of use out of it, if at all, for one thing. This was my bottom, after all. He belonged to me, including... and especially his lovely tush. His sweet ass was mine, first and foremost, and we both knew that was a lifetime commitment. He wasn't just my best friend now... he was my bum boi... my boyfriend, to put it bluntly. Just because I was going to share him fully with people didn't mean that I would let him forget that he belonged to me, as if he ever could, judging from the adoring looks that he gave me. The two guys that he had sucked off didn't count in my book because that was oral only, he hadn't swallowed, and I had given Nicky my permission to do it.

When we walked inside the CVS for the hair removal cream, I noticed people staring at both of us, probably because of the way that Nicky behaved around me. The overall impression was that they weren't clear if Nicky were a guy or a really tomboyish gal. His androgyny raised some questions from the local bigots, it seemed. More than a few of them mouthed "faggot" at us, especially him, because I had put instinctively put my hand on the seat of his pants. It only got worse when I grabbed some beer and supper for us, too. The counter clerk looked at us as if we were from Mars for a second, but he finally started scanning our stuff (including some frozen pizza, due to my lazy mood).

"Hot date tonight, guys?" the guy with the pencil-thin mustache smirked.

"Yes, man, he's my boyfriend. Okay? So what? We're lovers and we're on vacation together, so get over it. Our money's as good as straight folks, all spends the same," I reminded him.

Nicky looked as if he had died and gone to Heaven for a second, to have me acknowledge him publicly as mine. It was as if Nancy and her discarding of him, the severing of the engagement, their entire humiliating relationship, in which she had acted embarrassed by him half of the time, had never taken place. It was as if he had always been mine, because deep down, he had. I had just finally reclaimed what was rightfully mine from that demon bitch in a skirt. Yeah, I was possessive in this case... it had always fallen to me to zealously look out for Nicky, after all. He was just plain... mine.

"So... you're gay. Okay, I can live with that. It's the 21st century. I just hadn't ever... you know, met any gay guys who were as... brazen about it, I suppose. Not in person," Louis, that was the cashier's name, explained to me, eager to take back his homophobic jest.

"Wow, you really are a closet case, aren't you?" I laughed as I took my receipt from him, making him blush before he tried to stammer out a denial, "and for the record, I'm bisexual, not gay. I like pussy, too. But yes, I also like dick... and ass... and mouth."

"Sorry... I didn't mean to offend. Just don't say that kind of thing in public. I have a girlfriend. I'm an usher in a Pentecostal church. They're already not too pleased with where I work. I could go to Hell for such things, you know. I have to walk the straight and narrow," he stammered.

"Let me tell you something and make it quite clear to you. The only Hell to which you're going is the one where you already live. If you're gay or bi, say so and be proud. Any God that would send you to Hell for that is not a God worthy of worship, if you ask me," I told him bluntly as we left.

"Wow... you really told him, didn't you?" Nicky laughed as we headed back to my place with the merchandise.

It took longer than expected to get rid of Nicky's body hair, of course. After this, we took a gloriously long shower in which I fucked him deep in the ass, and then he cleaned me off all over again. As I dried Nicky off, he closed the distance and put his head on my shoulder, crying out his tears as another release of his pain. We kissed very passionately, too, our tongues darting between each other's lips to invade our mouths.

That was when the phone rang and I rushed to grab it. The voice on the other end was distinctly feminine and very familiar. It wasn't Nancy, either. It was Chelsea Hughes, a delightful Brit that I met years ago and who had been an occasional fuckbuddy, too. We were never officially a couple because of her stated ambition to go into porn, which had raised too many questions that I had never dared to broach in the past, for fear of knowing the answers. She had a distinctly aristocratic English accent (and in fact, was from somewhat upper-class, Etonian circles, if a bit tainted by a grandfather's Fascist sympathies during the Second World War) and a frosty façade which concealed her truly warm and loving nature. Why she wanted to be in porn was never clear, given her background and the scandal that uptight prigs like her parents would feel... or maybe that was the whole point.

"Good morning, you lovely man! How are you today, darling?" Chelsea was rather cheerful today, though in my time zone, it was actually noon by now.

"Same to you, though it's noon here, Chels," I reminded her.

"It's always morning to me, love, when you're around. You're the dawn, the rising sun of my horizons. Haven't you learned that by now? I'm still in love with you," she informed me rather dramatically.

"Still? I never knew that you were in the first place," I expressed the surprise that I felt while turning the phone on speaker.

"Oh, by Jove, you are such a delectable man, but so dense about things like this, I see. I've been holding a torch for you... well, for years. Ever since that one night, love. So... how about I catch up with you tonight, see what's new in our lives?" Chelsea offered me, "maybe at Marian's. You still like eating there, don't you?"

"Yes, but I must warn you... I have a boyfriend. You remember Nicky Stavropoulos, my best friend, right? Well... he and I are more than just friends now. We're a couple," I informed her.

"So... you're gay or bi?" Chelsea wondered aloud.

"Bisexual and we've agreed to share each other up to a point. At least with women. There are other things that I should tell you, but, well, it's best to explain them with a bit more privacy. Nicky, will you be a dear and make sure that the pizza is in the freezer, so we can eat it tomorrow?" I answered, to which he shrugged... I honestly thought that he was more disappointed about not drinking the beer yet than not having the Red Baron (though I thought that he found the mustache attractive).

"Oh, hi, Nicky, you darling chap! Sorry if I interrupted any important supper plans, but trust me, I'll make it up to you. It's my treat. I want both of you along for dinner. I'll treat you both when my plane lands. Any chance that you two gents could pick me up and save me the shuttle ride? I couldn't line up a limo at short notice, I'm afraid, not at rates that weren't utter larceny, that is... and shuttle rides aren't known for their privacy, of course," Chelsea requested, but I suspected that she just wanted to see us sooner that way.

"Alright, Nicky boy, let's get moving. I'll talk to you later, Chels. I'm looking forward to this, I confess. It has been a while. I just hope that we can all get along like old times," I smiled.

"Not like old times, honey. Better. Much, much better, love. You'll see," Chelsea assured me.

"I wonder what that was about," I chuckled as she hung up.

Nicky rolled his eyes a bit, but then planted a steamy kiss, which I greedily returned. It was obvious that his mind was going in the same direction as me. He remembered Chelsea, too, after all, and how it hadn't happened between us... perhaps it would this time... perhaps not. We had agreed that we'd include women now and then, and he was eager to at least get to eat pussy, since he sadly couldn't fuck it now. Just because we were a same-sex couple didn't make us suddenly gay, after all... we both liked men and women alike.

We dressed in a hurry and headed over to the airport, all spruced up and ready to meet up with our "hot date," as the mustached clerk had put it back at CVS. I made sure that Nicky had a nice suit on, too. One that met us would never have guessed that there was anything to Nicky that was amiss or different. He just seemed like a rather handsome, if somewhat androgynous fellow... a bit of a dandy, in fact. We made it well in time despite the traffic to the airport. Yeah, I know, Amarillo traffic, right? Even so, we got there. It wasn't like Philly at least, which neither Nicky nor I particularly missed, aside from the cheesesteaks. Even there, I didn't like the kind with Cheese Whiz. Provolone was much better.

The whole way there, Nicky was a chatty Cathy, but that was fine with me. I was just glad that he was in a good mood, given how recently he had been ready to take his own life. Nicky gossiped more than expected about Nancy's family, mostly from spite. He knew everything that there was to know, including how Nancy's mother had a fondness for the occasional... or more than occasional stud. Not to mention what a complete lush her father was. Charles Ames Hutchens evidently liked his gin in more than moderation and was often so passed out drunk that Nancy feared that he wouldn't be able to walk her down the aisle. I got the distinct impression that it wasn't clear whether Pamela Hutchens cheated before or after her husband embraced the sauce as his true love. Maybe it was both at once.

Either way, this whole mess explained why Nancy was so jaded and warped. Something told me that they had just made a more dangerous enemy than they could ever have guessed, Nancy especially... not counting the foe that they now had in me. She had broken my bum boy's heart and that was gonna cost her... and her family. They just didn't know it yet. Nicky knew all of their secrets, after all... far more than they realized. Apparently he wasn't entirely the dupe about them that he had been about her... and now he had a motive to spill the beans. Never underestimate a Greek with a vendetta, not even one without his balls.

Anyway, once we got to the airport, I couldn't help but notice the looks that I got from the crowd, not to mention those that Nicky got. He was a cutie, after all. Something about him begged for attention and many of the "straight" men out there noticed him more than they cared to admit to their wives or girlfriends. Something about the possessive way that I behaved around Nicky was the equivalent to sending the signal that meant, "This is my bottom bitch boi, and I'm not in the giving vein today."

I heard a few whispers here or there of "Top" and "bottom," too. Of course, more than a few bottoms flirted with me, too. I had to admit that this was flattering, especially when one of them slipped me a note that read, "I love bears." Apparently, this was directed at me because of my beard, which was rather thick by now. It was a good thing that I wasn't flying myself, because the TSA might have gotten a little nervous around me, if they weren't already just by my being there... or perhaps Nicky spared me some unwanted attention, because we all but carried a sign that read, "same-sex couple," something that presumably a radical religious extremist or terrorist wouldn't care to experience.

Nor was the attention limited to guys, either. Plenty of women noticed us; too, as if sighing because they thought that I was gay. Others flirted with me, anyway, one of them going so far as to slip her hands down the backs of my pants and Nicky's, before whispering, "Threesome time?" I didn't know if this was just them seeing me as a challenge or something else at work that happened to me when I last had a girlfriend. Some women saw it as their mission to lure me away from somebody else, at least for the night. This was idiocy, because even if I slept with them, it wouldn't come at Nicky's expense. Relationships and sex are not a zero-sum game, right?

All of this attention paled compared to what Chelsea got when she appeared on the scene from the plane. The woman could and would have all eyes on her, even the gay male ones, from admiration, I nothing else. She was elegant... statuesque... stately... refined... sophisticated. She was definitely a lady, slutty or not. Everything about her screamed "good taste" and "high class." No one present would have ever guessed that she was a rising star in porn. She looked far more like a duchess or something like that. She was the quintessential, upper-class Englishwoman, down to her skirt, blouse, and naturally heels... everything. I suspected that was much of her appeal in porn, too... she offered something quite rare, including her pale skin and cut-glass British accent. She was definitely Queen Bee here, because she owned the airport and she knew it.

Imagine the chagrin of the various ladies and gentlemen when this truly delectable British tart approached me, of all people... and Nicky, of course. It was even more stunning when she unabashedly planted two searing kisses on our lips, mine followed by his. These were not cool pecks, as one might expect. No, these were steamy lip locks, meant to be brazen about their intent. Everyone's jaws seemed to drop as she made out with both Nicky and me. When she put her hands on our butts, people coughed and started trying to pretend that they weren't watching, of course.

"Good afternoon, you darling fellows, you lovely gents... shall we dine?" she asked as she led us to the baggage claim, where we gladly seized her luggage for her and dragged it to my truck.

As I drove us to Marian's, Chelsea began speaking for what seemed an eternity, but both of us happily listened to everything that she had to say. She seemed to have found quite the niche in the adult film industry, especially since she had so much to offer the producers and directors in terms of novelty. She had a new fleshlight and blow-up doll modeled on her, along with her other merchandise, such as her new condom venture... Chelsea never went bareback on film, except during oral sex, but given her appeal, she had the clout to pull that off. She also never did anal, at least not so far, but I was never clear as to why. Again, of course, she was able to get away with it, because what producer or director would turn down the idea of filming a British noblewoman letting her hair down?

"So... you've been rather quiet, Nicky? What's new in your life, besides becoming Dave's bottom slut?" Chelsea abruptly asked him.

"Well, my fiancée dumped me and I was neutered. That's basically it, beyond quitting my job as a stockbroker," Nicky told her bluntly, "Well, along with Dave saving the rest of my manhood from a loan shark, who was the guy who severed my balls."

"By Jove, that's truly horrific! Dear lad, your fiancée isn't much of a lass, if you ask me. There are ways to make a marriage work, even without an intact husband. Why were you in such hoc, if you mind my asking you?" Chelsea showed her true disgust with Nancy, of course.

"To... pay for the wedding. Nancy had expensive tastes, but wouldn't spare a dime for it. I owed Sly Mackenzie fifty grand for it, and he most definitely collected, even though Dave here found the money to pay him. He made an example of me, and then forced Dave to pay, anyway, for fear of me losing my cock," Nicky stammered, "Dave took me in and claimed me as his own after that, comforted me and showed me that I had his love, if not hers."

"Oh, dear, Dave really is a lovely bloke, isn't he? Aren't you, Dave? As for Nancy, I hope that she at least put out the cunny for you before you spent all that on her. You got to sample the quim, right?" Chelsea quickly realized from our expressions that Nancy had done no such thing.

"No... Nancy was determined to be a virgin bride on her wedding day, the one that has been cancelled. It's traditional for the bride's family to pay for the wedding, but Nancy stuck Nicky with the bill at her parents' behest. Oh, and here's the kicker, Nicky... would have given her his cherry, too," I informed Chels, much to her fury.

"That... cunt! Bitch! Twat! Fucking shrew! I have half a mind to read her the bloody Riot Act! All that and she never even put out for you! Oh, sweet Nicky... if only! That is truly horrid, to never get to know the pleasures of a warm, damp cunny around your cock. Ungrateful, bloody, motherfucking, ruthless horror! To think that they call me the Ice Queen. Good God, man! That tosser! And that wanker of a loan shark can lick my arse when it's dirty, except that I wouldn't honour him with the privilege!" Chelsea cursed in revulsion.

"Yeah, if I ever get the chance to ruin his life, I would do with a clear conscience," I admitted, "No one hurts my Nicky boy and gets away with it."

"Our Nicky boy, Dave. That's... kind of what I wanted to talk to you about, lover. I... want to marry you. There, I said it. I know that you've had reservations about being my husband before, when I've brought it up, but trust me, I have very good reasons and I have no ill intentions toward you. I'll explain more when we eat. You might have taken it as a jest, but it never was. It was always a serious proposition, love," Chelsea announced as I opened the door for her, now that we were parked outside Marian's Bar and Grill... did I mention how much she hated gourmet and haute cuisine... rather atypical of her class, of course.




A Pound of Flesh Ch. 02



"So, I've always wondered, Dave, why did you move to Texas at the same time that Nicky did? It doesn't seem like you. You're not a follower," Chelsea asked me as we were seated and looked at the menus.

"To look out for Nicky, of course. Who else would do so? I could do what I do anywhere, but Nicky could only be with Nancy here. So, when Nancy insisted on Nicky moving out here, I came along to protect him. I just wish I'd done a better job of it," I shrugged as I admitted the truth.

"Hey, you did the best job that you could. I'm the one who fucked up by proposing to Nancy and getting caught up in her web of narcissistic lies and self-absorption. I'm just glad that you took me in," Nicky blushed a bit with embarrassment.

"Now, about my marriage proposal... ," Chelsea began as we looked at the menus.

"Chels, we've never even been boyfriend and girlfriend, just friends with benefits. And you've never been clear on what kind of marriage you'd want, given, well... you know," I observed, before Chelsea cut me off with a finger to my lips.

"That was pretty much the song and dance that I expected from you, so let me finish my pitch before you respond to it, please," Chelsea resumed.

"Okay, I'm listening," I nodded.

"First of all, I know that we've never been a couple, but I've wanted to change that situation for a very long time. I'm tired of dropping hints and being subtle, so I'm handling this like a guy and stating openly what I want from you. Secondly, I need to be sure that I can stay here, in this country, permanently. It's not perfect, but neither is any other country. That's not the point. It's your country, so it's where I want to live. I decided that when I first met you, in fact. Plus, I love working in porn, so that's the number two factor.

"Which brings me to the next item. What I do for a living... Dave, it doesn't have to be an issue. It really doesn't. Not because commercial sex is some sort of loophole or exception... sex is sex, but because I've never expected fidelity from you and I've never promised it, either. I can't... won't offer fidelity, and I'd never want you to practice it. Don't be fooled by some of my films. I'm not into the cuckold scene or double standards. That's just an act for a kinky niche market.

"Quite the contrary, Dave. I love how randy you tend to be. I love that you have a high libido and a short male refractory period... and great girth. Dave, you dear man, I adore you. Make up your mind to it, love. I'm going to marry you. I'm resolved to do so. Dave, darling, it's much simpler than you think. We'll be man and wife, we fuck whomever we please, and we breed whenever we're ready.

"As for Nicky, well, he's far too delicious for either of us to give him up. You'd share him with me, right? I'm the sort of woman who won't taunt and abuse him, humiliate him over his situation. Trust me... both of you. How about it? You, me, and Nicky... a ménage a trois too enjoyable to resist, so why do so?" Chelsea assured me with a wink for both of us.

"Well, you got my vote, anyway. I'm on board for it, because I want Dave to be happy, just as he has made me happy, and you and I, together, will make Dave one hell of a happy stud," Nicky quickly sided with Chelsea, not that I blamed him... he was just making it easier.

"Hey, when you put it that way... besides, I'm outvoted now. Your proposal is acceptable," I winked at Chelsea and Nicky now to make it clear that they had convinced me.

"Goody, goody. How about we order our food and drink? I'm in the mood to toast our upcoming plural marriage... me... and my two husbands. That's how I see it. Nicky is your bum boi, I'm your wife, and you two are my husbands now. Trust me, I shall make you very happy that you made the right choice. Both of you fellows. Sharing is caring and all that jazz. Imagine all of the fun that we can have together... a trio. That's not counting whenever I bring in girls... girls that I can trust, mind you, to bed the three of us. Maybe guys now and then, too," Chelsea smiled at us as I called over the waitress and we started ordering.

"So, who shall be the designated driver, eh?" I chuckled.

"I will. Plenty of beer back home, remember?" Nicky laughed, "I want you two sauced enough to get it on without any further hang-ups. Just an RC Cola for me."

"That's... rather big of you," I teased him.

"Hey, I owe you everything, lover. The least I can do is encourage your coupling with our future wife," he winked at me, licking his lips.

"Looking forward to a creampie, Nicky?" Chelsea flirted with him, "Want a good taste of my cunny?"

"Hey, it's about the only way I can enjoy a woman now. Might as well get on with it," Nicky blushed again, "Besides, I already love the taste of Dave's jizz."

"Well, not the only way, but a damn good way. I'll show you several other tricks and make it worth your while. Still, I'll really love the feeling of your tongue in my quim, lapping away at Dave's spunk. Mind you, not when I'm fertile. You shall need those other techniques then, because I shall have to insist upon letting the seed remain where it can knock me up. Since you're the house husband, from what I can gather, you don't mind taking care of the brats, right?" Chelsea declared as she ordered her Sherwood Forest Meat Pie and waited for Nicky and me to choose our suppers.

I ordered the Robin Hood Reuben, which was mostly self-explanatory, except with an English muffin instead of rye bread. Nicky had the Sheriff's Club, which was... well, a club sandwich with a chop sauce. The way that things went when I raised my tumbler of Jack and Coke to clink with Chelsea's gin and tonic and Nicky's RC in a toast, I could already tell that the night had just begun.



A Pound of Flesh Ch. 03



While we drank a little and waited for our entrées, I noticed that the waitress, a rather friendly one with a very swarthy, earthy skin tone, began flirting rather openly with Nicky and me, but she honed in especially on him. He was a bit flustered and embarrassed by the attention, particularly because he knew that his ability to gratify her was limited. Even so, after several cues and hints that Chelsea and I were cool with it, Nicky started flirting back more decisively with our server. I read the name tag and decided on a frontal attack at last.

"So ... Monica, do you like Nicky here? You seem to ... a lot. I don't blame you. He's rather cute, after all," I began rubbing his crotch in front of her, while playing footsie with Chelsea.

Monica giggled and nodded, though she was a bit stunned at how intimately I touched Nicky. She leaned over with her rather fine bosom heaving and her cleavage on display under a top a size or two too small to contain it all and put her own hands on Nicky's groin, truly curious about it. That was when she noticed how flaccid Nicky remained ... and what was missing. Her eyes grew wide with shock, her flirtatious mood darkened by uncertainty, fear, and even panic ... what was the deal with Nicky's privates?

"Where are ... his ... cojones?" the Spanish word said it all, besides reflecting Monica's Tejana heritage.

"Gone, I'm afraid, sweet Monica. Yes, we grieve their loss, too. It was cruel of the man who took them away. To make it worse, Nicky lost them because he did something dangerous and expensive for the sake of love. Imagine that? Then, to add insult to injury, his fiancée dumped him the moment that he told her that he lost his family jewels," I frowned at the bit, the anger in my own eyes showing to all who could witness it how I felt about what was done to poor Nicky.

Poor Monica's eyes now flashed with rage and sorrow, her compassion also pouring over as she planted a rather sudden kiss on Nicky's lips. Her tears went from her eyes onto his face, too, as she kissed him hungrily, hoping to prove that she still desired him. She whispered something to him, something that I was sure if he were still intact would have made his cock rise to the occasion. That was an irony indeed, that she was most attracted to him as a result of him not being able to do much about it.

"You deserved better than to be tossed aside like trash, sweet Nicky. Never doubt that. I am glad that you have Dave and ... Chelsea, right? They seem to be good friends. Maybe I could be a good friend for you, too," Monica proposed in front of us, overcome with emotion, before suddenly looking worried ... would we get jealous?

"Monica, it's fine. Nicky and I have our thing. Chelsea and I have our thing ... Chelsea and Nicky could very well have their own thing soon. No reason why you and Nicky can't have, you know ... your thing. Do you get my meaning?" I hoped that my point was made well enough.

"And you ... and you and I could have our thing, too, can't we?" Monica dared to indicate that she indeed wanted me, too.

"What am I, chopped liver?" Chelsea asked aloud, but her wink made it seem at least partly in jest.

"No ... but if you are, I'll eat you with some fava beans and a nice Chianti," Monica teased her a little.

"Meaning?" I asked her, curiously, as she heard her boss cough impatiently.

"You'll see ... provided that I get an invitation to your place after work, assuming that I still have a job," she winked at us ... there was something else to this girl, that much was clear.

Monica rushed to take care of her other patrons, while the rest of us chuckled a bit, knowing that she had basically turned our ménage a trois into potentially something else, not that we minded. Who could resist the likes of this Tejana sweetheart, right? I made a firm decision and called over her boss, so that I could make sure that he understood what was at stake.

"For the record, in case you wondered what took Monica so long, it was her compassion for poor Nicky here, who had been treated horribly by his ex-fiancée. You and I both know what it's like to be burned by that kind of woman, don't we? Stupid, selfish, and shallow. I can see it in your eyes ... Cecil. Do you catch my drift? She was simply sharing the milk of human kindness. That's a laudable thing, even if it occasionally causes a slight inconvenience, wouldn't you agree?" I waved a Benjamin to make my point and Cecil nodded.

"You were wrong about one thing, though, sir," he added.

"Which was?" I asked him.

"I was hurt by the wrong kind of man ... not woman. I'm gay," he explained, at which I shrugged, admitting my error, "Otherwise, though, you're spot on. Howard was a complete waste of space."

"See what I mean? Now, cut the girl some slack, okay?" I urged him.

"Deal," he grinned, understanding now what I had in mind ... Monica was going to focus on us for this night, at least until we left.

Monica then began spending almost all of her time with us, even taking bites of our food, not that we complained. She also showed a distinct interest in doing her best to get some signs of life from Nicky, and she finally managed, mostly by waving her tits increasingly in his face. He was only semi-hard, apparently something possible even without balls, but it was a start, and Chelsea helped by leaning over a little, too, catching some food in her cleavage before pushing his face down to her bust to eat it.

I recalled something about the prostate and decided on a course of action that might help ... regularly plundering Nicky's ass while he fucked the others to help him get it up whenever possible. It was one of the creative ways that had some hope of giving him back something of his capacity for pleasure ... perhaps he could lose his virginity, after all. We would have to take him to a urologist, at any rate, to learn what exactly his options and risks were. I wanted my boi, correction ... OUR boi to be in great health, if at all possible. He was our bum boy, our pretty boy ... our lover. We would have to take very good care of him, as I always did.

I then laid out an outline of ideas on a napkin and showed it to the other three (counting Monica, that is). They nodded and Nicky in particular grinned. I could tell that he really wanted to make the most of life despite his orchidectomy. He also still loved me best, wanted to be my bottom bitch, which pleased me to no end. His enthusiasm for my ideas was more than matched by the others. We formed a kind of pact or covenant between us to settle our affairs. We would each have our relationship with each other, defined as we wished it to be and subject to change, of course. Monica left no doubt of her feelings by handing her panties to me and her bra to Nicky.

"It was too tight under that top to wear it. Might as well give it to a guy who will get off on it," Monica licked her lips now before kissing each of us on the mouth.

When we were almost finished with our food, Monica took Nicky by the hand and practically dragged him to an employees' only bathroom, where they were gone for a full half hour, while Chelsea flirted very brazenly with me and frequently implied that Nicky and I should get it on with Cecil now and then. Well, to be fair, Cecil was tall and lanky, with a definite swimmer's physique, which I enjoyed. Maybe there was something to that idea now and then. It turned out that he had indeed been a swimmer and had his body hair removed for that reason and others. Of course, he handily enough turned out to be a switch, too, capable of being both a bottom and a Top. I didn't find that out yet, though, because someone needed to hold down the fort in our booth while waiting for Nicky and Monica to return.

Chelsea kept me entertained by stories of working in porn, including when one jealous husband of her colleagues had thrown a hissy fit, which Chelsea handled by fucking him in a supply closet, and bareback to boot, which she never did on set. She told me that the man calmed down after that, but that the wife insisted that she fuck him every time he showed up at her work, just to keep the peace, something that Chelsea gladly did ... bareback every time, in fact. The marital tensions and jealousy seemed to all go away after that.

"Eden, that was her name, later thanked me for saving her marriage and we kinda have an ongoing deal ... whenever she works and Jack can visit, I take him to a supply closet and drain his balls. Didn't mention this before because it's all part of the porn package, so to speak ... if you could accept the open marriage and porn, you could accept this, and if not, then this would be DOA, anyway," Chelsea noted as she started pulling my face to her tits and feeding me onion rings from her cleavage.

"It's a sweet gesture and I'm sure that you did save her marriage ... so they had the deal that I feared before that?" I asked after eating the last onion ring.

"Exactly and another motive not to do that. They now have a fully open marriage and have worked through his jealousy and hers. My colleagues are a bit envious, the ones that know, but, hey, it's for a good cause... 'cause Jack is a great guy and deserves to be treated like a king ... just as you do," Chelsea said as she tangled tongues with me.

"Well, keep doing it, babe. It's only right to keep up the good work. Including your porn career, of course. Between you, Nicky, and Monica, I'll be one happy camper for a good while before I need another new partner," I grinned at Chelsea...

"Yes, but eventually, you should fuck Eden, too. Now that she's over herself, she's a lot more fun in the sack ... and you really ought to screw Cecil ... I think that his bum would look cute with your cock buried in it," Chelsea encouraged me.

"One fantasy I have is to pretend to be exclusive long enough to 'catch' each other in the act, and then just join in, much to our paramours' shock," I thought aloud.

"Ah, yes ... role-play ... pretend to be the angry, jealous spouse. Very good idea," Chelsea laughed, "Though I really want to get fucked by a bi guy so that you could give him not only a scare, but also surprise arse fucking."

"Me just grabbing and lubing up his ass to ram it deep after I catch you with him? I love it! Are any of these studs colleagues of yours?" I asked Chels.

"A lot of them are actors, directors, and such. Not to mention all of the women that I eat out ... both onscreen and offscreen. Often the same women, but not always. Let's face it, I'm a complete tart, but you know that and love me for it. I can tell. I can see why. As long as they are like me and not complete hypocrites about it, a tart is a lot more fun than a prig like Nancy. I think that now that your worries are gone, you and I ... we're on the same page, aren't we?" Chelsea said.

"Totally. You and I are lovers. Nicky and I are lovers. You and Nicky are lovers. Nicky and Monica are lovers... ," I answered.

"And Monica and you are lovers, too," Monica announced her return with Nicky, his face shiny with her pussy juices.

"And Monica and me?" Chelsea wondered.

"I think that's a given. I love the taste and smell of pussy, though ass is even yummier ... male or female," Monica admitted her preferences.

"A big-time ass aficionado, huh?" I laughed a bit, while Monica put Nicky's face between her tits.

"Hell, yeah! I think that I should marry Nicky and take you along for the honeymoon, so that you can fuck his ass and I can lick your cum from it!" Monica giggled.

"Me, too, I hope, darling!" Chelsea proposed, "Since I'm marrying Dave here, we can have a double wedding and share our honeymoon. I don't think that poor Dave can do without his bum boy for long now and I don't want to do without him."

"Touché," I said, rubbing Nicky's ass as we settled up and Cecil gave Monica permission to leave early.

"Cecil says that I can have the rest of the night off, provided that I share you with him soon ... both of you guys, that is," Monica snickered, "I agreed. Hope you don't mind."

"Mind? Hell, no! I'm flattered!" I chuckled, while Nicky snorted and gave her thumbs-up.

"To be honest, I'm hooked on being Dave's bum boy, too. I wouldn't give that up for the world. So ... the four of us ... lovers, right?" Nicky put out his hand and we added ours to it.

"Lovers!" we shouted together.



A Pound of Flesh Ch. 04



When we arrived at my place, I knew that I wanted to fuck Chelsea right off the bat, just as I could tell that Nicky wanted another go at Monica. It didn't take long, in fact, for me to bring out the beer and help those two relax a little more to prepare for the act. I could see how hot and heavy Nicky made Monica, not that I could blame either of them. In relatively short order, those two were rolling around on the carpet, Monica pulling off articles of Nicky's clothing with her teeth. Ironically, I think that Nicky not being able to perform normally took some of the pressure off both of them, not that either of them wouldn't have gladly dealt with performance anxiety so that Nicky could truly fuck her.

Chelsea giggled a little as she virtually dragged me into the bedroom with her, where she knelt to make up for lost time. Her mouth was as hot as lava as she descended upon my cock with it, licking and sucking with an undeniable hunger for it. This was a truly delicious contrast with her "ice-queen" façade of the "stiff upper lip" lady of the British upper crust. She winked at me more than once as she played with my balls, too, tossing her hair as she nearly gagged more than once and I could see the shape of my dick move along her face. Her tongue slid repeatedly over the opening of my cock and pretty soon bathed the head in its wetness.

When we heard Monica scream her climax from Nicky's oral services, I could smell Chelsea get wetter and she redoubled her efforts to get me off, which soon had the desired effect, as I pumped a massive load that I had built up all afternoon and evening. The last time I came that day was up Nicky's sweet boi pussy. I grinned, knowing this, especially as my new fiancée must have at least suspected that my cock had been balls deep inside him that morning. When she gave me a lascivious wink and gulped down my spunk, I could tell that she knew exactly where my dick had been that day.

"Delicious ... can't wait to watch you fuck him and suck your cock straight from his arse," Chelsea delighted me by saying such kinky things in her posh accent.

"Wow, Chels, you are something else ... my classy English tart," I laughed as I pulled her to her feet for a snowball from the traces that didn't make it down her throat.

"Well, what can I say? It's such a pleasure to have a man who would shamelessly plunder bum and quim, bloke and lady alike," she licked her lips after our steamy kiss.

"You really get off on me buggering Nicky, don't you?" I chuckled.

"Oh, God, yes, love! It makes my fanny wet to even think of you taking his arse that way. He's such a darling little twink and you're such a randy goat ... you belong together, just as you and I do," Chelsea assured me, as she began disrobing in full view of me until she wore nothing but lingerie attached to hose by straps.

"Like my knickers? Smell how soaked they are from you fucking my face, knowing that you pounded his sweet bum earlier today," Chelsea brought her panties to me ... and they were indeed dripping wet.

Before I knew it, I was flat on my back in a 69, Chelsea's bald pussy riding my face, much to my delight (and hers), while her mouth devoured my dick yet again. I licked greedily at her yummy slit, too, pleased at how her snatch never lost its musky smell and taste over the years. She went out of her way to get me hard again, evidently desperate to make me ready for her succulent twat. Her tongue slid all along my cock, from the head to the base, repeatedly, doing her level best to make me stiff as could be. It was a damn good reminder of why she was such a popular porn star.

"Someone has returned to life in a hurry," Chelsea snickered as my cock stiffened faster than expected.

"Well, I can see why you're so good at what you do ... You love it," I grinned as Chelsea reversed herself and slid on top of my dick, taking it inside her.

"God's teeth, you have no idea how much I love it, Dave. But you know what my secret is? When I want to get really wet, truly hot and bothered, I imagine that I'm doing this ... shagging you," Chelsea confessed, "Don't tell anyone, please. I rather like having the edge, though I suspect that Eden often thinks of her hubby while she fucks other men. Not always, but often. Sometimes, personally, I think of David Hasselhoff, but it's mostly you."

"Hasselhoff, huh, and I get more orgasms from you than he does? That's flattering as hell. He's Michael fucking Knight, after all," I laughed as I felt Chelsea bounce so furiously up and down on my pole that I worried for a second or two that she might break it.

"A living legend, but no candle to you, darling. You're the love of my life. You really are, dear. I've waited to be yours for a long time and I got tired of waiting any longer. I had to find out what the stumbling block was for you. Once I learned that it was a sensible, if not particularly correct, worry like that, I wanted to put that behind us and yesterday. Do you know why I don't let my esteemed colleagues fuck me without a rubber?" Chelsea asked me as she continued to ride me, enjoying my dick at her own pace right then...

"Not really, but I'm sure that you'll tell me, babe," I answered with a grin.

"For the same reason that I've never taken it in the bum. Those are privileges not just for any man. I'd do the bareback with you or Nicky. A few trusted and admired others, like Eden's husband Jack. As for the buggery, well ... I've determined to give you my cherry arse. You shall be the first to use me there," Chelsea explained to me as we got it on, hot and sweaty, under the sheets...

I got the distinct impression that she would normally prefer other positions, but that this was a rare event where she wanted to milk me for all she could in more ways than one. Chelsea wanted to make love to me this time around, to reiterate that she really was my girl in the same way that Nicky was my boy. They both belonged to me, which was perfectly fine in my book. There would be plenty of time for wild, rough, kinky sex. This was a moment for the tender side of loving.

As I felt Chelsea tighten up and squeeze my cock for the contents of my balls, which emptied into her, I heard Monica cum yet again, which made Chelsea and me laugh all over again. There was no doubt now that those two did have their moment of intimacy, both physical and emotional, just as we had ... and just as Nicky and I had. There were multiple bonds forming at once, and that was perfectly fine with me. Judging from the look of vicarious joy on Chelsea's face, it was okay with her, too.

We lay there for a moment or two longer, as Chelsea put her head on my chest, her frosty façade forgotten for now. Her hair felt soft to the touch as I ran my fingers through it, holding her in my arms at last. We dozed off for a little while together on my bed, while Nicky apparently did the same with Monica. We were more than fuckbuddies or bedfellows now ... we were lovers as well. Ours was more than a fling. It was a love affair and both of us knew it, just as Nicky knew the same about what we had together ... and Monica and Nicky knew about each other.

I awoke to Chelsea's tears on my hairy chest, while Nicky and Monica stood over us, both of them grinning. Chelsea woke up then and began kissing me fiercely, not even checking to see if we were watched. I stroked her hair a bit more and looked triumphantly at the happy couple in front of us, at which point Chelsea turned to see them as well. She smiled and blew them a kiss before turning to me for my blessing, and then gesturing for them to join us on the bed.

"You were crying, Chels," I remarked.

"Tears of joy, am I right?" Monica gave her two cents.

"Precisely. You proved to me that I was still worthy of your love ... that you really wanted me after all. All that you needed was to get that silly, if understandable, worry out of your head. You know, that double standard bollocks. You're my Yank and I'm never giving you up. I certainly wouldn't deny you anything that you wished. I shall lavish you with affection in whatever form that you wish, spoil you rotten, darling. You made me feel like both a proper lady and a saucy tart at once. The blokes can usually do the one or the other, but not both. It's either sniveling little worms who kiss my arse for the privilege of shagging me or conceited bastards who think that they're God's gift to womankind. I feel like bloody Goldilocks right now. I've found the chap who's just right," Chelsea kissed me feverishly.

"Same here," Monica giggled as she tickled Nicky, "He gave me three to five orgasms in a row. I lost count after the third or so. I think that I nearly had a coronary from all of the excitement. My heart certainly beat faster. It was more than that, of course. His touch ... so gentle, so loving ... so feminine, even. Never thought it possible from a man. His kisses, so steamy. I'm in love."

"I love you, too, Monica ... but try and understand that I also love Dave. He's been there for me forever. We're really boyfriends, he and I," Nicky reminded her of his bond with me.

"Sweetie, I know that! What you two guys have is very special and I wouldn't dream of trying to break it up. I must confess that I find it rather sexy, in fact. Something about two men together, even an obvious Top-bottom, bear-twink thing like you two have ... muy caliente. Trust me, baby. What we have is no more a threat to you and Dave than what he has with Chelsea, nor is what you two have a threat to our upcoming marriages. Yes, Nicky, I meant that. I want to be your wife, strange as that might sound. I'm not sure what will happen physically, other than mind-blowing orgasms from your fingers and tongue, but I love you, no matter what," Monica assured him in our presence, even giving him a kiss to make her point.

"But ... I have no job, or will have none after my two weeks are done," he objected.

"Fuck your job! I want to marry the man that I love. So what if you're also househusband to Dave here! I fell in love with you tonight and I want to stay here, with you. As for Dave ... well, I like him and if you're okay with me fucking him, I will appreciate that and enjoy it, but I'm not just about what I can get from you. I'm here because I truly care for you, enough that I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Nicky. You might be his bum boy, but to me, you're Papi. Get what I mean?" Monica told Nicky with tearful kisses to his entire face.

"So ... I think that we're pretty clear on the family relationships here. We'll all live together, the four of us. We'll need a larger bed for sure. A larger place, even. So ... Nicky is my bum boy, but he's Monica's fiancé. Chelsea is my fiancée now, too. We have an open relationship, and you two must have at least a partly open one, since Nicky and I are lovers. It goes without saying that our relationship is open as well. Anything else? I got the impression that there might be at least a physical arrangement between Monica and me, too, and perhaps one with her and Chelsea, or is this still undecided?" I addressed the nature of our relationships.

"I think that Monica and you kinda need to be at least physically involved, as it's only fair to her, not to mention you. I can't ask you, after all you've done for me, not to touch a lovely Tejana like her when she's right in front of you and clearly wants you to fuck her. Especially since I can't fuck her properly, let alone breed her. I'm completely sterile now, a genetic dead end. What do you guys think?" Nicky thought out loud.

"Thank you, Nicky! You won't regret it! You're the best fiancé ever!" Monica showered Nicky with kisses.

"I must confess that the idea of those two getting it on, even to fill her womb, totally rocks! After all, I'm not the jealous type and Dave's seen me fuck others before. Why shouldn't I watch him, too? I love it!" Chelsea swore as she planted kisses on each of us.

"You know that I'll happily share Nicky's tongue with you, girlfriend, especially since Dave already intended that, I do believe," Monica said as she kissed Chelsea back with some tongue, "and I would love to fuck you, too, some time."

"Works for me," I chuckled, "I like these ideas so far."

"Me, too, stud," Nicky teased me as he gave me a French kiss, too, letting me recall just how much he enjoyed being my pussy boi.

"You're still my bottom bitch, aren't you?" I chuckled.

"Proudly!" Nicky said, now bending over the chest of drawers in the master bedroom to make that point.

"God, yes ... I must watch this. Fuck his ass! Fuck it nice and hard for us!" Chelsea egged us on.

"Yes, Dave, give it to him good! You can tell that he wants it, too!" Monica added her own take on things.

I felt my cock get very hard indeed, and before I realized what happened, I had grabbed Nicky's buns to spread them apart and lube his sphincter for my dick. I reached down to his cock and felt it stiffen a little in response to so much stimulation. It wasn't fully hard by any stretch of the imagination, but it wasn't totally dead. There were some signs of life, after all, the first that had been seen since he lost his balls.

"Oh, damn ... hot damn, this is fucking sexy!" Monica exclaimed in our hearing as I slipped my cock, inch by inch, into Nicky's butt.

Once again, I felt the tightness and heat of Nicky's tush on my dick, and damn, it felt great! As he pushed back at me with his hips, my cock ramming further inside him at every stroke, I exulted in the awareness that we were truly together where we belonged. True, I was now engaged to Chelsea and he to Monica, but that wasn't in any way an impediment to what came naturally for us. We were meant to be lovers, he was my pretty boy, and I was his Daddy or whatever one called it. Nicky was mine for life and nothing could ever change that from now on. We were partners, lovers, and friends ... lifelong companions in every way possible for two men. Alexander and Hephaestion would be proud, and thankfully, our Roxanes didn't mind it at all.

Nicky was now fully stiff in spite of the loss of his balls, so there was but one thing to do. I pulled out just long enough and gestured for Monica to go underneath him. I wanted her to experience his cock at last. She slid underneath him in a hurry, eager to feel his dick within her, even though it couldn't produce sperm. He began pumping furiously in and out of her pussy, while I slammed in and out of his booty, my every thrust pushing closer to his prostate until I bottomed out inside his ass. It took a little longer for Nicky to do the same inside Monica, but he did so, finally having lost his virginity in spite of Sly Mackenzie and Nancy Hutchens.

When Monica came seconds later from the realization, followed by Nicky, and then myself, we collapsed onto the carpet of my bedroom ... our bedroom now. I pulled Chelsea down with us and smelled the aroma of her very wet and excited twat from watching us, my tongue soon invading her snatch to push her past the brink as the other two now watched us. Chelsea didn't take long to gush after that, especially when Nicky added his tongue to the activity, our tongues now working together to make her cum yet again, neither of us objecting to the taste of my jizz from before. When Monica started licking Chelsea's tits, she screamed a third and last orgasm that pierced our ears, but also pleased them, before she lay there with us in total exhaustion.

"When we get up later, I'm totally going to thank you for that by letting you have me any way that you want," Monica promised me, "You let me finally feel my boyfriend's hard cock inside me. That was spectacular!"

"Yeah, that's another one I owe you, honey," Nicky thanked me with a kiss coated with Chelsea's juices and my own cum.

"And trust me, I plan to collect, babe. For now, though, let's get a good night's rest," I told him as we lay on the floor in a tangled hot mess.

"So do I, lovers ... so do I," Chelsea got in the last word.