1 comments/ 43791 views/ 2 favorites Sandalwood By: Alfonzleo Chris was amazingly tight. His channel that I now hammered into in irregular intervals gripped so profoundly. When I caught him unawares by bucking hard, all the muscles on his lean back flexed in unison. I watch his back as it shuddered with tiny little waves that were mesmerizing. I could hear insatiable moans escape his mouth as he buried his face into the carpet. I had gotten distracted by his moans... his back and had forgotten why I was here. With that quick sharp reminder, I thrust back hard against his posterior and he gasped loudly as if he had been winded. I wasn't here to enjoy it, so neither was he. I should concentrate on making this unbearable for him. And quick. Chris had approached me after work. He had had a small parcel in his hand. He was one of the more dubious men I had encountered at work. He would joke quietly of his exploits when we were in meetings. His pestering would always make me miss my cue during board discussions. He seemed to walk into work with such an easy grace, then he would let slip the most depraved act he had administered the night before to a stranger or two. At first I thought this had only been a meaningless tease. I had chewed him out about these provocations. I hadn't always been guarded but I had never guessed nor had the vanity to presume it was my own downfall he sought. 'Jeremy, I have something you might be interested in'. He gave me a sideways glance. I remember vaguely at the Christmas party, something happened incomprehensible to my sober self.I had woken up in a strange place the day afterwards. I wouldn't have agreed to follow him home but I was plagued by a forgotten drunken memory. We had walked to his apartment and I shuddered violently inwardly. After passing the main entrance I smelt a faint trace of sandalwood that had floated on the fringes of my memory. I watched him crouch in front of the entertainment unit as he pushed in the DVD and pressed play. My fingers were clammy. When the screen flashed up, a dark, silent bedroom greeted me. It was a mirror image of the room behind me. I said down on the couch glued to the TV, hoping against all the odds that I had gotten it wrong. That I was just coming over to check on some footage Chris had taken for the company's promo. Or hoping that he wanted to show me a home video of his family. Stupid thoughts like a recording of his first birthday. For Christ sake I was hoping for it to be anything, anything else. I could see myself in the screen, clasping my hands in my lap, tense. My dark curly hair had nearly grown out of its last cut and my eyes stared doggedly out of the prominent brow that permanently shadowed them. The pit of my stomach churned when I finally saw the two familiar figures clumsily enter the room. Chris and I had appeared, apparently completely inebriated from the Christmas party. I was heard to laugh but the tops of our bodies were cut off by the picture. I couldn't hear what we were saying but I saw my legs tense suddenly. Then I saw Chris's hand cup my crotch. I blushed hard when I heard an unmistakable grown from my screen counterpart. Oh God, I wanted to leave, but I knew I couldn't. This strange detached way of viewing my other self seemed hopelessly unreal. I saw TV Chris get down on his knees and undo my trousers. He went quickly to retrieve my dick with his mouth. There was no time to think. Soon his blond hair was bobbing and I could see my hands grip restlessly on his head. It would have been fine so far. I would be able to get away with it because not once had you seen my face. You could hardly hear the voices, I reasoned with myself. I was still anonymous. Not until a few seconds later. The screen hands clutched greedily at Chris's head and started to face fuck him. The need redoubled and soon the man on the screen had pushed Chris to the floor, his hips pumping into the other's mouth. It was then that my face showed. I was appalled. My features had turned dark and twisted. There was nothing human left in my expression. I plunged wildly into Chris's mouth as he struggled to cope with my need. I could see his hands and arms struggle in vain to push my hips back. My onscreen arms flexed and tore at the carpet as I managed to plunge into Chris's choking mouth. His head was in my shadow as I arched my back and came hard into his mouth. I collapsed on top of the screen Chris. My orgasm had been fatally quick. I was lying on top of him unconscious as I saw him trying to push me off. Finally he looked directly into the camera and it chilled me to the bone. He wiped the tears and cum that littered his clear white face. Hi grey TV eyes pierced through to my own reality, sitting there in the lounge, remembering what I had tried to forget. 'Your wife would not be terribly understanding' I heard Christ say behind me as the DVD stopped. I was so angry, and so frightened. Hilary and I had just gotten married. I loved her. I loved her so very much. Oh god! I thought in a dead panic. I looked back at him with unhidden rage. 'What do you want?' I replied tonelessly. Chris stood by the doorway, his arms behind him, calmly evaluating the situation. He was so tall and thin that it wouldn't be hard for me to break him, I thought. His shirt hung from his shoulders and I felt the need to rip it open and bite deep into his flesh, straight into his heart. I wanted to wound him deeply, mark him with my anger. Later I would be shocked by these thoughts. I had never been so close to losing control. I always had been calm and unaggressive. But I couldn't handle this. It was too much for me. I had worked too hard for everything that I had. Chris's lips smiled faintly. His hands came up to his shirt. Slowly, button by button it came undone. He looked at me with those cold grey eyes. It was dawning on me what he wanted for his silence. Oh god, I wouldn't do it. Not again. But he had a recording. I thought of Hilary. I remembered how only recently she had said 'I do' with such a breathless innocence. She was ten years younger than me. She was the boss's daughter. She was my precious wife. I could lose so much. It was this stupid mistake but it would ruin everything. Chris continued to slip his shirt off and dropped it on the ground. He reached for his buckle and my stomach tightened. I was still trying to think about things. It was all moving too fast. I stood up quickly but he came to stand in front of me. He pulled down his trousers and boxers and his shoes and socks. He was completely naked. He showed only the slightest disdain for me as he stood there, erect. I needed to leave but he blocked the way. He still remained smiling, his crooked eyebrow turned into a cynical expression. God, how much I hated him right now. I could hear the clock ticking loudly, trying to bang my conscious thought back into working order with each 'tick'. Tick, tick, tick. I broke out into a sweat. All I could see was his naked skin. My eyes took in his neck, shoulders and chest. He was blocking me from the door. Something irreverent seemed to fill me. My mind started to switch off and a dark blinding rage was taking over. His smile split into a grin as he saw my internal struggle. His hand reached out and he brought to my attention that I was aroused. Oh God, I thought as my control finally snapped. Well he sure as hell wasn't going to have it his way! My mind reeled in attack. Violence erupted and I swung at him, knocking him to the floor. I saw his lean body clumsily climb to all fours. I quickly got down behind him. I pulled free my hard cock and gripped his hips before thrusting straight in. I must have done it with superhuman strength because he was so very tight. I was unable to move as he gripped and quivered beneath me. He held me immobile. I could hear him panting and trying to cope beneath me. I became so damn angry I hit him hard on the buttocks. His ass gripped harder then relaxed a little. I smacked him again and he shuddered, sending delicious waves through me. I could feel him loosening a little and I hit him until his cheeks were raw. Finally I was able to move inside of him. All I wanted to do was hurt him. To take that smug smile and shove it were the sun doesn't shine. I fucked him with hard deep thrusts. I was deaf to his cries. He deserved this! Didn't he want this? He was so tight but I could now slide a little more easily into him. The feeling in my chest was straining and I felt very close to release. I was shaking all over from my violence and exertion that I could feel my heart palpitate, trying to cope. I was mindless to my own grunts and guttural sounds erupting from my throat. Instinctively I bent down and bit into his shoulder blade. I needed to hold back for a little longer. My hands and nails gripped into his shoulders and hair. I leaned over, completely dominating him. He was being crushed under me as I pummelled into him faster and faster. I clenched my teeth thrusting hard and quick. I wanted a release and all my efforts centred on it. I felt the sweat drop off my brow and fall on his squirming back. I could hear my monumental efforts as my balls smacked loudly against him. A burning sensation ran under my stomach. I felt my teeth grind hard. I was so close. I few hard quick desperate thrusts more. My hand griped his hair back as I erupted. My chest burned. My breath caught and I stared blindly at the ceiling for a second as I continued to gush into him. 'Ah!' I cried on the third thrust as I found my voice again. When my breath came back and my incessant thrusting slowed into a weak pump, I came to. Back to my normal self. My mind had cleared and I found myself, crushing another man on the floor, humping my dying, soggy erection into his anus. I froze. Chris was deathly quiet. I used my arms to push myself up. I looked down at the body that I still invaded. There were bloody scratches on his back and bite marks. I didn't remember biting him. There was a bit of blood from his anus and he had dark bruises forming on his derriere. I withdrew my soaking member and saw his body shudder. My own cum dribbled out between the now vacant crack at the apex of his legs. I got up and buckled myself back into my trousers. My mind drifted as I considered to wash off. Not here though. I desperately needed to get out. He lay motionless on the floor and I thought perhaps I had killed him. I stared down and saw tiny movements his torn back was making. Good, he was breathing. Relief flooded into my senses. I left quickly not looking back. I couldn't even think of a snide comment. I felt wrecked. My insides felt like what I had done to that man's back, all torn and shredded. Had I just raped a man? I felt such intense self loathing. Once outside the apartment I leaned against the door staring wildly at my shoes. What had I done? What had I done? And that god-damn sandalwood smell taunted me. I was surprised to find that I was more shocked at my own violence than at my adultery with a man. Shame seared though me. That evening the tall, blonde man with the grey eyes managed to lift himself painfully off the floor. Beneath him was a mess of cum, bathing his own chest and the carpet. He crawled to the corner of the room. Jeremy's seed was still drooling down his thighs from his rectum. He reached the computer with the webcam attached. He flicked on the play mode and collapsed again. His sideways glance stared at the scene as it played out before him. He watched the event again and again until dawn started to drift through the blinds and the blood and semen had dried hard on his body. The next day I fluctuated between hot and cold sweats. Every noise, every creak kept me on edge. I had come into work early, to stop Chris if he tried to tell anyone. Would the police be there? Would he try to blackmail me? I spent a sleepless night thinking about damage control and had come to one conclusion. If I acted first, I could stop any blackmail, I could deny anything. I would do anything to stop Chris from wrecking my life. But I needn't have worried. He strolled in late as usual. He was so calm and even smiled a bit. I watched him through my peripheral vision. He never looked at me, which was one of the reminders that yesterday had actually happened. The other was the bruise on his forehead, which he half successfully covered with his longish blonde bangs. Maybe he wouldn't say anything? Maybe the violence I caused him would stop his blackmail? Maybe....but I had tried to stop there. 'Jeremy, can I have the plan for Mr Huston's apartment by Friday.' Came Alice's voice from far away. I only just caught it so I was slow to respond. She was standing in front of my desk with a low cut black office dress. Her hands were on my desk. I could see her fine fingers sprayed out in front of me. They were such lovely hands. I took her all in. I still loved women. The sudden relief Alice brought, helped. 'Sure Alice but please keep Bobby up to speed, I can't do anything until I get his drawings.' Alice looked a little peevish at the thought of approaching our taciturn artist but she was the project leader and it was her responsibility. The last thing I needed now was a manipulative little girlie pout to have me do the dirty work. I looked at her, hard, before she could even try to persuade me otherwise. '...oh alright then...'She grumbled childishly. Perhaps she should have worn a shorter skirt; I was picking that straight out of her head. She was a so easy to read. She tried to get her way with her male colleagues with a bit of flirting. On most days I would have been flattered. But today I was a nervous wreck. The last thing on my mind was to flirt. She leaned over and purposely sat her shapely behind on my desk. She looked in the direction of Chris and whispered. 'I think Chris got lucky last night. With that swagger and smile, I reckon he got fucked six shades of lipstick red. And hard too, he's been moving stiffly all morn-' 'Alice!' She looked down on me and smiled seductively. She thought she was getting me exciting talking like, that but she couldn't have been further from the truth. A cold shiver ran down my spine and my face took on a greyish hue. 'I'm not feeling very well. Excuse me.' I heard her little giggle behind me and it was beginning to get on my nerves. Everything was getting on my nerves today. If only I had taken to her on the Christmas party night things wouldn't have been so bad. She was nice and not so bright. But a thought had occurred. I would have never cheated on Hilary, why did I at the party. I was so confused. I found myself in the men's, trying to relax. I needed some space to think. Unfortunately that wasn't going to happen as someone else had come in. I opened the cubical to leave but froze. There I was confronted with a distracted Chris washing his hands. What had actually stopped me was the sight of his back. A little blood had seeped into his shirt. One of his cuts must have opened without him realising. There I stood face to face with the horror I had inflicted on him and felt an intense self loathing. I didn't notice that he had now caught sight of me and was looking at my expression in the mirror. I looked up and saw him staring back. My face went deep red, I was speechless. His eyes remained on mine as his lips spread into a taunting grin. 'You sure must give Hilary a run for her money.' He said finally. The ground slipped out from beneath me. Did he think I would hurt her like that? Did he think I was capable of hurting anyone like..., oh god! My mind flipped out and anger broke loose. I only saw red, and didn't notice the flash of fear in his eyes. My fist flew close past his ear and straight into the mirror which smashed up in front of him. 'Stay away from me and my family.' I growled. But I couldn't bring myself to look at him. I left and took half the day off on sick leave. That night I lay in bed with Hilary but I couldn't bring myself to touch or talk to her. I could see her troubled expression. She knew something was wrong. I lay awake staring into the far side of the room. Whenever my eyes fell closed I was haunted with rippling and dancing muscles. The glowing white snake-like movements, jerking and flexing beneath me. I woke up sweating from a fever, hunted by nightmares. 'Jeremy...' I heard Hilary mumble in her sleep beside me. I got up to sleep on the couch. For the past week I saw the world float by me. I had strangely lost contact with reality. Maybe it was the lack of sleep, or the fact that everything had returned to normal around me. I couldn't engage my thoughts with the daily work. Alice came into view with Bobby the artist. They said something to me about the project and I said a justifiable answer and they left me. People were going by like trains whilst I was stuck on a platform that was not in service. I strangely found myself at the end of the day only to be facing that analogy. The trains back north had been cancelled due to someone under a train. Couldn't they choose another day to fulfil their blasted suicide attempts! I thought irrationally. I watched as five tardy trains slowly filtered through the platform in the last three hours, too full to cope with any more passengers. I was just about to give up when a set of carriage doors opened, revealing a pocket of space. I jumped in eagerly to avoid the alternative of taking three busses home. However there were at least four other people behind me with the same intention and instantly I was squashed, unable to move. After a few minutes the doors closed and a heavy claustrophobia entered the cabin. The train moved slowly with jerks here and there. This trip was going to be torturously slow. I bent my head down slightly. I closed my eyes and felt very close to someone else. All these people, so close together, it was disgusting. I breathed in trying to relax and found a scent I thought was familiar. My eyes flashed open and in front of my nose I saw a familiar shoulder. Then I noticed the blonde hair almost brushing against my face. I smelt sandalwood and my body gave an inward cringe. Chris was tightly packed, right in front of me, with his back turned. I don't know if he knew I was there but he didn't show any recognition. I tried to shuffle to the side but only managed to gain a few angry words and looks. The train came to a stop in the middle of nowhere. I started getting nervous. I needed to get out and to get far away from here but I was trapped. Hang on a second, I thought, Chris might not even know it was me. I had to calm down so that I wouldn't alert his suspicion. I stood stock still, trying to breathe slowly and deeply. The train suddenly came to life jerking the passengers forward, and I found myself pushing heavily at the back of Chris. I had been now lodged carefully behind him somehow. It was torture. I could feel my groin pressing up against him. The train stopped suddenly again, inspiring some curses from the travellers. I tried to think of other things, hoping the train would move smoothly and swiftly to the next stop where I could escape. But that was wishful thinking. The next jerky start had me bucking against Chris's backside again. It was becoming painful for me to not get aroused. Another jerk forward and I found myself almost moaning into his ear. I shut myself up quickly, praying he didn't hear. I thought I had got away with it but then I saw him turn. He started with his head, and then he squeezed his shoulders round then the rest of his frame followed. Oh god! Here he was facing me, in a tightly packed carriage. Here was the man I had raped earlier this week, stuck in the same train car as me and I had nowhere to run. My heart started to beat uncontrollable. He was an inch or so taller than me but we still managed to see directly into each other's eyes. It was mortifying. What was even worse was that I realised I had started to get hard. He carried on staring at me, saying nothing. His eyes were blazing and I couldn't tell if it was from anger or something else. Sandalwood Incense Don't ever let anyone tell you that hypnotism doesn't work. It does. It's powerful and I'm here to share my story about it. I'll try to be as honest as I can, and tell it as if it's happening now. FIRST VISIT I guess my story begins in my early teens when I started smoking. No big deal, lots of kids try cigs, but I got hooked. Now in my late twenties I'm a 40 a day guy. Not only is this expensive, but my girlfriend is getting sick of me continually lighting up. I feel an ultimatum coming up, and I don't want to lose her. Always, I'm beginning to feel unfit with it. Out of breath sometimes. Not good. I scouted around the web forums for a bit of advice, and someone suggested I go see a hypnotist. I've tried several over methods to quit smoking, and failed at all of them, so what the hell, worth a shot. The guy on the forum gave me a contact name for someone in London. I live just outside, so seemed fine. I tried calling several times, but kept getting the answer phone. I was about to give up, when I thought I'd try one last time with the email address given. These small decisions sometimes control your entire destiny. I wish I'd not bothered, gone elsewhere, anything. But I didn't and that cost me dearly, but I'm jumping ahead here. Two days later I got a reply, but it wasn't quite what I expected. The guy wanted to know what I looked like, or at least my height weight, etc. Bit odd. I replied back asking why. I mean, this is just to quit smoking, not a date. This time the reply came back almost immediately. Something about needing this for the records. Oh well, no secret I guess. 6'1", just short of 200lbs, brown eyes, hair. Not bad build and would be better if I could give up smoking. Again, quick reply. Appointment on Thursday at 2pm. Appointment day came around pretty quick and I found myself at his office door. Quite a nice part of London. Older area, but nice. I rang the buzzer and the lock opened. Walking up the narrow staircase I was beginning to wonder if I really wanted to do this, but what the hell, I'm here now. I call out, "Hello, anyone there?" "Through here" a well-spoken voice replied. "In the office to the right." No wonder the phone was never answered, big reception area, no receptionist. I walked into the office, and there he was. In his mid-50s, quite distinguished looking, maybe a little camp. "So my dear boy, you want to quit smoking, well do come in. Yes come in, I can help with that." I explained my situation to him. How I'd tried lots of different things, but nothing worked. He listened, but didn't take notes. At the end he stood up and went over to the side table and lit an incense stick. Sandalwood. "Now my dear boy, just a little incense to help you relax. Now come over and lie on the couch." I walked over to the couch and tried to get comfortable. "Now, I want you to listen to my voice. Hear how calming it is. How trustworthy it is. Just keep listening and breath in the incense. Feeling calm now, falling away. Falling deeper and deeper." I could feel myself relaxing. Not quite sleeping, but very relaxed. Very comfortable. "That's it my dear boy. Just deeper and deeper. You are walking down some steps. I will count them down and when you reach the bottom you will be so relaxed and you will do whatever I say." Whatever he says? That did seem a little strange, but I felt so good now it didn't really matter. "Ten, Nine, lower and lower now." "Eight, seven, six, doing so well my little pet." "Five, four three, all your cares almost over." "Two, one and your there." I felt so good, so relaxed. I wanted to continue hearing this voice. I would do anything to keep hearing his voice. Anything for his voice. "Now my dear. Smoking is a dreadful habit that I want you to stop. Will you try that for me?" "Yes" I said. "Anything for you." "Good my pet. But I know it's hard, so we need to give you something else for you to suck on. Something to take the place of the cigarette." That made perfect sense to me. Yes, that made sense. "Now my pet, before we decide on that, you must be hot in all your clothes. You don't normally wear clothes in front of me do you?" Don't I? I don't remember this, but his voice said it, so it must be true. Such a kind caring voice. I stood up and removed my clothes. That did feel better. "Well done my pet. Now get on your hand and knees and crawl over to me." I almost fell to my knees and started to crawl to him. He stood up and I found myself eye level with his crotch. Was this right? Something was telling me this was wrong, but his voice was so reassuring. "Now my pet, time for a smoke. Unzip my pants and take hold of my penis. That's it, hold it with both hands." I had his dick out in a flash. Still a little soft in my hands, but it felt good doing this for him. I should do this for him. "Now my little cocksucker, gently rub it and kiss the head. Ahhh, yes, like that. Just use your tongue. Ohhh, good, good my little cocksucker. Now take a deep drag of my cigarette." With that, I took he now hardening dick into my mouth. He grabbed my head and I started to gag a little. "That's it cocksucker, deep drags, feels good to smoke my penis doesn't it. Now, a little faster, suck it bitch, suck it." Bitch? What was that about, I was only having a cig. Was this right. I started to pull away. "DON'T YOU DARE BITCH. YOU DO AS I SAY. SUCK MY COCK NOW." Confused I grabbed his cock again and started sucking harder and harder. Yes, this felt right. I was confused, but not anymore. I wanted his cock. I wanted his cum. I had never even touched another guy's cock before today, but this just felt right. "Yes, yes cocksucker. Get ready for you nicotine burst. Swallow it all down. YES YES." I felt him shoot in my mouth, back of my throat. I kept on sucking, greedily getting every bit of him. Swallowing it down. He pulled away, and I started after him. Then he just said "Freeze" and I couldn't move any more. I could see him through a haze. Pulling his pants back up, smiling. "Well done my pet. Soon you will wake, and not remember this. But you will remember how good it felt to be here, and how you don't need to smoke anymore. Now breath in the sandalwood. Smell it, remember it. Whenever you smell this, you will fall back into a trance, just like the one you and in now. Now get dressed and lie on the couch." "On the count of three, you will wake. One, two three." I opened my eyes. Boy, did I feel good. Kind of refreshed, relaxed. Strange taste in my mouth, but didn't think too much about it. "Thank you doc. How much do I owe you?" "First session is free my dear young man, but I would like to see you same time next week." "Sure doc, I'll do whatever you say." I caught myself saying that? Odd thing to say. Oh well, no worries. SECOND VISIT I didn't touch a cigarette all week. I was feeling good about this. So much so, that I almost cancelled my next hypnotist appointment. But something didn't quite let me. I turned up and the same office the following week. "Hi doc, it's me again. Here for the 2pm." I walked into his office and noticed there were three other guys there. "Oh, sorry doc, didn't realized you were busy." "Don't worry my dear boy, they are here as observers. Learning the trade if you were. You don't mind do you?" Well I did a bit, and they looked a little old for trainees. Something didn't feel right. I turned back to the doc, who was over at the side table lighting incense sticks. "Well to be honest doc, I think I'd prefer it if they weren't here." He turned around, looked me straight in the eye and said "I don't give a damn what you want cocksucker." The shock of what he said took me back. What did he just call me? The other guys were laughing, was this for real? I started walking towards him. Stupid old guy, he looked like he was going to stand his ground. What was that smell? Sandalwood I think. Sandalwood, sandl. A fog descended in my mind. I felt wonderful. So relaxed. What was I annoyed about. Can't have been important. Everything just felt right now. "So my little cocksucker, was there something you wanted to say?" There was that voice again. So calming, so wonderful, tell me what you want. I just froze before him. "You seem to have a problem with me calling you a cocksucker. Is that right?" "No, no." How could I have any problem with this voice. "You see my dear, I want you to be my cocksucker. In fact I want you to be my sissy cocksucker. It would make me happy if you told me that." I want to make that voice happy. I am desperate to make that voice happy. "I want to be your sissy cocksucker." I said. "Again, and louder." "I WANT TO BE YOUR SISSY COCKSUCKER. I WANT TO BE YOUR SISSY COCKSUCKER." Through the fog, I could hear the other guys laughing, but what did I care. I was making the voice happy. "Well my dear, sissy cocksuckers are not allowed to wear clothes, so strip." I was naked in seconds. Just stood there, waiting for my next orders. The doc turned to talk to the other men. "This one equates fellatio with smoking. The hypnosis is fairly standard, but he has reacted rather well to it." I could feel the guys looking at me. One of them approached me and grabbed my balls. Massaging them he said, "Does he remember anything?" "Not sure, I don't think so, but he might start to." The guy started to fondle my cock. "Does he just suck, or will he do anything else?" "He'll do whatever I tell him to" I heard the voice say. And he was right. I just wanted, no longed for that voice to tell me what to do. "I'm assuming you want to usual payment?" "Yes but whenever you want to pay. Please feel free to fuck him now if you want. Cocksucker, bend over the chair, open your legs, there's a good little pet." With loving eyes I just looked at him and did what he said. I started to feel something in my arse. Someone was putting lube in my hole. This wasn't right. Hands were tying my hands to the chair. I looked up and saw the doc. "Oh my dear sissy. It's all a little late now to worry. Now the nice Dr Peters is going fuck you. But you have to ask him nicely." I was beginning to come around, the fog clearing. I could get out of this. I looked up and some old git was blowing smoke in my face. Not normal smoke, it smelled fragrant, like sandalwood. "That's right cocksucker, breath it in and relax. What a lucky cocksucker you are. What are you?" "A lucky cocksucker". Did I say that? I must have done, because I am. A lucky sissy cocksucker. "Now cocksucker, I believe you have something to say to Dr Peters." "Yes, please fuck me, please fuck me Sir. I want to be fucked by you." I barely got the last sentence out when I felt something slip into my arse, hard. I was being fucked, and not gently. He had hold of my hips and was pulling me onto my cock and thrusting hard into me. I've never been fucked before and it was hurting. Tears were welling in my eyes. One of the other men saw this and started shouting "Oh look, the little sissy is going to cry. Give him a dummy to suck on." And with that I felt a cock being pushed into my mouth. "Suck it, want it, need it, cocksucker." I heard the doc say. The pain from the fucking was still there, but suddenly I found something I wanted. To suck this cock. I looked around. The doc was sitting now, laughing away to himself. The third guy had his pants down and was masturbating in front of my face, next to the guy I was sucking. The pain from the fucking was easing now, and I felt I was getting into a rhythm. Sucking and being fucked. Being fucked! What was going on. I could feel Dr Peters was reaching his climax, and with a push he yelled and dug his nails into my back. Almost immediately after I felt hot cum inside my mouth, shooting down my throat. I looked up only to have the third guy shoot his load right into my face. Something else was happening. Dr Peters, was getting softer, but he had reached around and grabbed my cock. Roughly, he tossed me off. I was cumming in seconds. He caught my load in his other hand, and as the two guys moved away from the front, he wiped it over my face and told me to lick his fingers. With that, he slapped me on the arse, laughed and walked away. I was left, still tied to the chair. I could feel cum dribbling down my legs, and down my face. I had swallowed a whole lot more. I looked up to see the doc smiling at me. I felt wretched, but still so much wanted to hear his voice. Obey his voice. But when he spoke, it was mocking, scornful. "So my little cocksucker, you have another mans seed in you anus and in your stomach. You have been marked and owned. I give you a choice, you can leave and I will never trouble you again, or you can admit how pathetic you are, and you will stay under my power." I so wanted to stay under his power, it felt right. There was only one choice. "I am a pathetic sissy cocksucker, who has been owned. I want to obey you." "Very well. There is a shower across the hall. Take your clothes and go clean up. When you have dressed, you will awake, and only remember how wonderful and relaxed this session has been." THIRD VISIT Something was wrong. I couldn't work it out, but it was wrong. It had been three days now since my second appointment at the hypnotist. I hadn't touched a cigarette once, but still something was wrong. I left with that strange taste in my mouth again, and my arse! I don't know what I had done but it hurt. And then there were the dreams. Past two nights I had been having these weird dreams about sucking dicks. I'm not gay, not even remotely interested. But I had woken up twice in a wet bed. Wet dreams at my age, and not even about girls! The following morning I took a walk. I saw two older guys walking towards me. Looked like a couple of queens. They seemed to be looking at me and laughing. "Want to share the joke?" I said. "Oh, sorry no joke, we just thought we recognized you. Would you like a cigarette?" And with that they burst out laughing and walked on. Couple of losers. Thing is, I thought I recognized them. And what the fuck, I had a hard on. Ever since I had started with this hypnotist strange things had been happening. Even though I had stopped smoking, my girlfriend and I had been arguing more. I had been on at her about getting a strapon for a laugh. She's quite open about sex, and this weekend we bought one. I spent the entire evening just wanting to suck it. In the end, she said maybe I was more interested in cocks than I was of her. She got up and started to leave. We started to argue and she shouted "cocksucker" at me as she slammed the door. Something clicked in my head and I was hard and masturbating straightaway. But this wasn't enough. I lay on the floor and lifted my legs over my head. I shoved one of my girlfriend's dildos into my arse and fucked myself while masturbating in front of my face. The excitement of what I was doing was too much and I shot my load into my mouth. THAT WAS WHAT THE TASTE WAS. What the fuck? No, couldn't be. I quickly got dressed and almost ran around to the hypnotist's office. I rang the buzzer and said I needed to see him immediately. I was seriously fucked off. I burst into his office, and saw he wasn't alone. A different older guy was sat there, looking at me as I stormed into the office. The doc was over at the side table lighting something. "What the fuck have you done to me you old git?" I shouted. "Why my dear boy, this is a little rude do you not think. Bursting in like this when I am having a private conversation with my boyfriend." "Boyfriend, what, you telling me you are gay?" "Well yes, my dear, and I think you are too." "I'm not gay you old faggot, now I demand you tell me what you've done to me." "Old faggot? I do not like the tone of your voice young man." "I don't give a.., a.." What a wonderful smell, sandalwood. "You don't give what my little cocksucker?" There was the voice again. Such a kind, wonderful voice. I just stood there waiting for it to tell me what to do. The doc walked over to me. "There, there, that's better now. So you want to know what I have done. Well, very well. But first strip and on your knees." I stripped naked, and fell to my knees. Was I angry before? Seemed such a long way away. So nice to be under his control again. "Now my little sissy, you cannot move. You can talk, but cannot move. I will count to three, and you will awake, but still be under my control, totally. One, two three." I remember suddenly becoming aware of where I was. But what was going on. I was naked, on my knees. "What's happening, why can't I move?" "You can't move because I won't let you for now." "What the fuck, stop this or I'll...." "YOU WILL DO WHAT YOU LITTLE COCKSUCKER? SHUT UP AND LISTEN." I started to get frightened. I shut up and looked at him. "Now, that's better. Remember when you first came to see me. You had cravings for cigarettes. Well now I'm giving you back those cravings, but not for cigarettes, for my penis. You want to suck it so bad. And every time I say Pinocchio the cravings will double. You may speak." "Look old guy, I don't know what this is about, but I'm not gay, I don't want your cock and you had better let me go or..." "Or what Pinocchio?" Something stirred inside me, I don't know what, but I found myself looking at this guy's crotch. "Something you want to tell us Pinocchio?" It was getting bad now. Like a real thirst for a cigarette, but it wasn't a cig I wanted. I hated to admit to myself, but I wanted this guy's cock. The other guy walked over to the doc and whispered something in his ear. "My friend wants to fuck you. What do you say?" This was easy, no craving there. No way. "Oh Pinocchio, that's a shame, because if you let him fuck you, you can have my penis in your mouth. What do you say Pinocchio?" This was getting desperate. I wanted his cock. I wanted to feel it in my mouth. And yes, wanted his cum. "Let's make this easier for you, get on your hands and knees. Stick your arse in the air. Wiggle, that's it." It was like my body wasn't my own. I was suddenly on my hands and knees wiggling my arse in the air like some fucking whore. "Feel better Pinocchio?" Something snapped. "OK, he can fuck me. Just give me your cock." "Oh Pinocchio, it's not that simple. You've been rude to my friend when he was going to do you the honour of fucking you. Not nice Pinocchio, not nice. Perhaps if you begged. Yes, Pinocchio beg." The cravings were reaching manic proportions. I couldn't think straight. "Please fuck me, yes please fuck me." The guy finally spoke. "My name is Karl, say it boy." "Oh please Karl, fuck me. Please I'm begging you." They both laughed. Karl said, "What's this, our heterosexual boy pleading to suck cock and be fucked? Is that what you want. Say it boy." "Please fuck me. Please let me suck your cock." I felt Karl kneel behind me and start pushing lube in my arse, but all I could do and think about was sucking the docs cock. He smiled, pulled his pants down and took his cock out. "Is this what you want? Last chance, I will release you now and you can go. But if Karl and I cum in you, we will claim you forever." I was fully aware of what was happening. I could walked out of here now. I wanted to. The old git behind was lubing up my arse. I did not want that. I'm not a gay cocksucker. I fuck women. And then I saw it, the doc's cock. I wanted it bad. He moved closer and I fell on it. Devouring it. And just as that happened I felt Karl push his cock in me. A memory, something like this had happened before, but this felt different. Gently, tenderer. Karl was holding my hips and getting me into a rhythm. I responded. This was feeling good. And the doc's cock was marvellous. Sandalwood Incense The doc looked down at me and said "Feel it sissy. Want it sissy. Want to be claimed." Yes, to be claimed. The fog had cleared totally, but this is what I wanted. Karl had my cock in his hand now. Jerking me off. "Sissy, you will cum when I tell you. And when you do your old life will be over. You will live to serve Karl and me. You will want Karl and me all the time, and only cum when we tell you to. This will complete your transformation." Just then, an inkling, a warning. Something was wrong here, I had to leave. But it was feeling so good. How could I. Yes, this is not me, I'm not gay. Karl was reaching a climax, I could feel it. I had to stop this. Then the doc started moaning and I could feel hot shots of cum in my mouth. Karl pushed hard into me and jerked my hard. "Cum now sissy." I shot like I had never shot before, and everything changed. I was claimed. Karl's and the doc's cum in me. I had their seed in me, I belonged to them. Their cocksucking sissy. EPILOGUE The doc has a new receptionist now, and I do a pretty good job of it. And of course all the housework. If I'm good, they let me suck them while they watch TV. Occasionally I'm loaned out to friends. Anything they want, I do. I am happy. I love swallowing cum. I love the feeling of cum running down my legs, or when one of their friends shoots into my face. But most of all, I love the smell of sandalwood. Sandalwood Ch. 02 The phone rang. Chris deftly retrieved it from his pocket of his undone trousers. He looked at the caller id screen as it flashed 'Paul'. 'Hello.' Chris answered in a slow drawl. Paul's greeting was flat and mechanical, echoing the mens' cubical. His diatribe, which Chris was mostly ignoring, was competing with the sucking sounds that came from below his navel. Chris watched Marcus' head as it bobbed and suckled his dick as if it were the last one in the world. Such a dedicated cocksucker, Chris thought with a tiny amount of admiration towards his new protégé. Marcus' head was crowned with curly brown hair and large, luscious, Mediterranean lips - practically invented to suck off any man's tool. And here he was, in his true vocation, taking a focused and passionate approach. 'Paul, what do you want?' Chris growled, angry at this moron for ruining his morning blow job. Paul's little electronic voice stopped. Marcus looked up toward Chris, his mouth still repeatedly gulping down his cock. Chris looked down and noticed Marcus's hand in his trousers, greedily pumping his own erection. He smiled. Drool had run down the younger man's chin. His mouth still hungrily slid back and forth, back and forth. The taste of Chris's precum had made him hard. The soft, smooth cock between his lips, greased with his saliva was hypnotic. He continued to look up at Chris, taking in a final breath, tilting his head back a little then gulped. Chris's dick had been swallowed down the smaller man's throat. Chris's face coloured a little under control. 'That's enough Paul, I told you to bugger off. You bore me.' With that he shut his phone and back into his pocket. His eyes riveted to the young man who was so full of cock his nose nearly was buried in pubic hair. Chris pushed himself forward. He had been leaning back before but now he towered over his little worshiper. He put his hands up to the side of the cubical to steady him. Slowly he rotated his hips a little, feeling his cock trapped in this glorious throat. Marcus had almost fallen back but quickly brought his hands up to Chris's hips, and clung to him like a child. '...pretty little cocksucker...' Chris murmured as he continued to rotate his hips moving his cock into the other mans mouth at different angles. He was enjoying playing with Marcus's eager mouth and throat. 'Hold on tight while I begin to fuck you mouth...' he ordered Marcus. His legs flexed, giving him the stability he needed. He braced himself. 'I want to you to use that hot little mouth of yours to fuck me back. You understand?' Marcus, who now had tears running down his face from the strain, gave a tiny groan of understanding. 'Good boy...' Chris replied with a smile. He bucked his hips forward and heard Marcus gag. He saw the man on his knees move quickly to brace himself for the next thrust, which came quickly. Chris gripped the cubical walls on either side of him and started to fuck his little friend's mouth in earnest. 'Good boy....that's it....move you head ....that's a good boy....' Came Chris's encouraging words between thrusts. He could feel his balls slapping on the man's chin, giving a great tingling feeling inside them. Marcus gurgled, panted and drooled but he never let go. He pushed his mouth over Chris's hard on in time with the thrusts. His throat had opened and calmly accepted the invasion. Marcus's knuckles were raw from trying to steady himself against his tall companion's restless hips. He closed his eyes in rapture as he felt this hard dick force its way repeatedly down his throat. One of his hands he snaked around to Chris's muscular flexing buttock. He felt his way and soon had a finger caressing the puckered up hole. He could feel Chris move his ass back a little, enabling him to slide the tip of his index finger inside his anus. 'Mmmm...such a clever little boy...' Chris groaned as his thrusts became more inventive, luxuriating both in the feeling of the finger tip rubbing at his entrance and the eager mouth he was sloshing his cock in. He stretched his legs farther apart so that the exploring finger could gain a little more access. He could feel his hard nipples rub up against his shirt. The sensation of his cock, nipples and ass was becoming overwhelming. 'Fuck my ass...' he managed with a hoarse whisper. Marcus obliged, moving his finger rhythmically with his sucking into the puckered entrance. Marcus' digit had found its way an inch in, making him able to just touch the prostate. Chris started pumping quick and hard. He took one of his hands to the back of Marcus's head and continued to ram up against his slobbering mouth. His hips were moving at a frenzied speed. His balls slapped loudly against the wet and well punished chin. 'Annnn..' Chris moaned through gritted teeth. He gripped Marcus's head ruthlessly and thrust deep into his throat one last time and exploded. Marcus panicked. His windpipe was being blocked by a gush of cum. He couldn't breath. His mouth shuddered wordlessly, sending shivers all through Chris. Chris's head fell back, 'fuck.' He managed to say. His body tensed as he came again, flooding Marcus's choking throat. He looked down and pulled out just in time to see his spewing dick christen Marcus sodden and panting face. His cum made a nice addition to the mess, Chris thought to himself wickedly. He sat down on the toilet seat behind him and watched the younger man, coughing and breathing noisily. Marcus moved his hands to his face to wipe off the cum and mucus and tears ... 'Stop, leave it.' Chris ordered. He looked coldly down at the other man, who, still on his knees, was sporting a massive hard on. The precum had started to leak through his crotch. 'You need to sort yourself out.' Chris continued pointedly. Marcus looked at him dazed. Then, very slowly, he slid his hand back into his trousers. 'Atta boy.' Chris encouraged him with a charming smile. The taller man remained motionless, lazing on the toilet seat. After a while it became apparent to Marcus that he was not going to do anything but watch. This seemed to fill him with a strange fever. He groped at his hard on and started to pump furiously on his knees, his mouth gaping open and the cum still slowly sliding off his face. He was already so turned on that it wouldn't take long for Marcus to erupt. He leaned over slightly and let his other hand dip into the back of his pants. Soon he was fingering and jerking off frantically. 'Ah...ah...ah!' He cried out in a submissive gesture as his cock creamed against his pant leg. He whimpered as an aftershock ran though his body. 'Ah ha! So that's where you learnt that little trick? Can't get yourself off without something in your ass?' Chris commented with a smile. What a little pleasure it had been finding such a talented post room boy. He was going to have a livelier time at work starting from today. Marcus got up, smiling gratefully back at Chris, cleaning himself off. 'Do you think I could get a promotion, sir?' He asked eagerly. 'Maybe; shouldn't be too hard with your talents.' Chris replied grinning back. And with that, the new post room boy washed his faced carefully and left. Chris came out of the cubical and stood before the basin. He looked into the mirror and stopped dead. An icy chill went down his back like someone was behind him. He turned around in terror- but no one was there. It had been two weeks since Jeremy had disappeared. His face screwed up in pain. He shook his head hard trying to empty it of thoughts and left the bathroom. That evening when Chris entered his apartment, he noticed his answering machine was flashing. Before retrieving his messages Chris went over to the windowsill and lit the scented candle. The sandalwood smell entered his nostrils and had a strange calming effect. Today he felt as if his insides were constantly ready to rip right out of him. Something about this woody scent kept things together, inside his head. His finger trembled on the retrieve button on the answering machine. He suddenly suffered a heave like his guts were on the verge of exiting his body through the fastest possible exit. He desperately swallowed back. Then he held it together long enough to let the sensation pass and pressed the button. 'Beep' announced the machine. '...Hey Chris, sorry about earlier. You want to go out Friday?... I'd love to see you again,.. really, I would.' The voice made a few more indecisive comments then muttered into nothing. 'END OF MESSAGES!' the answer phone announced triumphantly. Chris gripped the cord violently and ripped it out from the socket. It had been Paul. He didn't want to hear from that closeted wanker. It was a huge disappointment, and yet Chris couldn't see any possible reason of why Jeremy would call him. He turned around and with his back to the wall, slid to the floor. He stared at his knees remembering the night Jeremy took him on the carpet just a few centre metres from where he sat. It had been hard and brutal. But that still didn't stop his body from flushing in excitement. A few weeks ago it had just been a joke, to get that boring office clerk to play with him. Jeremy was so incredibly straight. There had been nothing remotely sexy about a man who had worked his way up through actual work. He had never lied or cheated at his job and that was what first inspired Chris's malicious interest. Chris loved a challenge. He had never guessed he would have unleashed some kind of horror in this undistinguished, mild mannered clerk. The first blow job he had given Jeremy after the Christmas party had been surprising to say the least. He thought perhaps Jeremy had been drunk. All the office men became a little unpredictable on spirits. That was how he got to them in the first place. But what followed had truly frightened him. He had had no fear confronting Jeremy with the blowjob video. He had done it a dozen times before to other office clerks and had scored a number of lovely submissive fucks in return. However he had wrongly guessed about Jeremy. The man had unleashed a storm upon him and Chris had no idea which way was up after that. The fuck had been brutal but Chris had also cum harder than he had ever before. He had felt no control over his body. He had just kept jerking and cumming over and over again. Where had that violence come from in that tepid, boring clerk? Chris wondered. Then the incident on the train followed. At the time, Chris had felt a chill when he heard Jeremy directly behind him in the carriage. But the train was crowded. He no longer was afraid and turned towards Jeremy. He had not bargained on his own response He had been so very close to Jeremy. He could smell his skin and his shampoo. His body shuddered at the memory. Chris laughed softly to himself. He leaned over till he was lying down and curled his knees up. He didn't understand any of it. Where had Jeremy gone? Was the last thought he had before the tide of unconsciousness swept over him. A knock at the door woke Chris up from a light sleep. His bones cracked as he pushed himself off the cold floor. Once dusted off, he answered the door. Two police officers stood in his doorway, blocking out the dying afternoon sun. 'Can we have a word Mr Morgenson?' The woman police officer was looking up at him with unveiled hostility. Chris instantly became alert. 'How can I help?' He answered, hoping he sounded amiable. 'We just had a few questions.' Replied the bulky male policeman assigning the job of talking to himself. '...you see... there is a man at your work place by the name of....' He looked through his notebook. This was so obviously an act, Chris thought. If two police officers came to his house, they must surely know who they were talking about. Chris grew weary '...the name, ah, Jeremy Folkston. You see, he went missing about a week or so ago.' Chris became aware that the officer was giving no definite facts. 'Jeremy?' Chris answered casually. 'Yeah, he is in your office. We were wondering if you have any idea where he had got to.' 'Not really officer, you see we didn't really have much to do with each other.' Chris answered trying hard to look directly into the lady's eyes. She was too quiet for his liking. She was probably the one who was picking up the clues and he didn't want her picking up any for free. 'Ah, funny that, ah Chris... you don't mind if I call you Chris, do you...?' said the man in uniform. 'I would prefer Mr Morgenson.' Chris was started to get irritated. These two cronies had started interviewing him on his own door step and they were sounding all the warning bells in his head. 'Oh, ok then Chri- I mean Mr Morgenson. Some people say they saw Jeremy go home with you one afternoon, after work. Now that's an awful chummy thing to be doing with someone you barely know.' 'Ah, right. He was here to pick up some design work from me he needed. Who told you he came here? ' Chris's mouth was getting dry. 'No one important Chris, I mean Mr Morgenson. Do you mind if we came in?' 'Do you have a warrant?' Chris countered. 'No, but we can get one. It just might be a little more pleasant if you show yourself to be a little bit helpful, Mr Morgenson' 'Please come back when you have a warrant officer. Otherwise I don't have any idea why you have to come to my home to harass me.' His unseen hand was white knuckled as it crushed the doorknob. He needed them to go ...and soon. The lady officer's eyes went past his shoulder. She was sneaking a look into his flat. Once she was satisfied she looked back at her partner. 'Ok Mr Morgenson, I guess we'll be seeing you. Don't do anything rash.' When Chris finally managed to close the door he rushed over to his entertainment unit. 'Shit!' He muttered hoarsely. He tore at the panel on the wall and retrieved a CD case and placed it on the floor. He unwired his camera from behind the TV and disconnected his laptop. He placed the tiny camera and the little recording deck in a small suitcase along with the CDs and DVDs that he had made over the years. There was enough blackmail material to land him in trouble for a few years. He thought hard. Who had given his name at work? Who knew about Jeremy coming to his house? While he thought, his mind was also calculating how soon it would be for those bozo's to get a warrant. He flipped open his phone and dialled Isaac. 'Hello?' a sleepy voice answered. 'Isaac. You busy?' Chris asked. There was a short silence that followed. 'For you Chris? No... I'll be waiting.' And he hung up. Outside the two officers were walking towards their car. The man radioed for a warrant then looked at his partner. 'I don't trust him.' He said. 'He's too clever.' Everyone is too clever for you, thought the woman cop, but then she too had a funny feeling about that guy. Hilary Folkston had reported her husband missing two weeks ago. This Chris guy had nothing superficially to do with him. And yet Jeremy went to Chris's apartment. Probably for sex, she thought, her cynicism long since tried and tested in the force. But then he had just disappeared a day afterwards. She decided to walk around the flat to the back. 'Shit, Raymond!' She shouted. The big guy cop came running around to where she stood. 'That Chris ... he's gone.' She muttered almost angrily to herself as she watched the curtains flutter out the open window. Isaac was a big muscular guy. He had short white-blonde cropped hair and ice blue eyes. His twin brother Michael was gifted with hazel eyes and jet black hair. Their body's was about the only identical thing about them. Oh, that, and the fact that they loved spit-roasting. 'Fuck Chris, it's been a long time.' Isaac grumbled as he felt his cock slide greedily into Chris hot ass. He was being eaten alive. 'Yeah, we missed you.' Michael ground out as he held Chris's head whilst feeding him his dick. Wet fucking noises filled the small room, and even smaller bed that they huddled over. Both men pumped to fill Chris dually. Chris's greedy mouth licked and sucked whilst he pushed his ass back to meet each thrust. 'Damn, you're so fucking talented' Ground out Isaac, enjoying the little sucking motion Chris's ass was having on him. Michael pulled Chris off his cock. A wet 8 inches slapped hard on his belly. He pushed Chris up to kneeling, which made Chris screw his face up in ecstasy as he was being pushed backwards on the other brother's cock. Michael slid his ass down to Chris's knees and held his legs open. Chris took the cue and spat on his finger and brought it down to Michael's little hole. Isaac took this opportunity to thrust forward, eliciting another moan from the man he was so deeply buried in. When he recovered, Chris brought his hand down and pushed one finger slowly into Michael's anus. 'Don't be so damn gentle Chris. I can take it.' Urged Michael, wiggling around the invasive digit. 'Yeah, in fact Chris, you make a nice change.' Replied Isaac aggressively as he humped a little harder. Chris squirmed back on his cock making him moan back in pleasure. Chris shrugged internally and grabbed his hard on. He smiled down at Michael's lewd pose, rubbing his dick a few times in long easy strokes. 'Christ, you're such a tease!' Michael whined wiggling his ass in frustration. Chris laughed out loud. He took his drooling cock and pointed it directly at Michael's puckered hole. Michael had both his hands firmly drawing his ass cheeks apart. His own cock still greased from Chris's mouth, drooled precum in anticipation. Chris leaned over in position and rubbed his dick at Michael's entrance. 'Fuck you Chris!' Michael ground out angrily. Chris laughed again, enjoying the tease. 'Mmmmm, I like it when you laugh.' Isaac murmured encouragingly, feeling his cock gripped in Chris trembling passage. He kissed Chris neck appreciatively. The latter leaned forward and pointed the tip at Michael's asshole. He sunk in. Once puncturing the sphincter, he held still, waiting for Michael to adjust. His twin kindly remained still behind Chris, knowing now would not be a good time to move. The dark haired man on the bed soon started to respond to the invasion by pushing back. Chris leaned over his body at an angle, holding himself up on the bed by his extended arms. Isaac started to push into Chris, dictating small, slow pumps that in turn fed Chris's cock bit by bit into Michael. 'Ah...ah....ah' Were the small sounds coming from Michael as he felt himself slowly being filled. The sensation instigated by Isaac and eventually passing down through to Michael was tearing at Chris's nerve endings. It felt so damn good. 'You enjoying that little bro?' Isaac's gruff voice asked. 'Yeah...oh, yeah.' Michael replied, with a groan. Chris took Michael's legs and brought them up to his shoulders to gain greater access. The three men rocked slowly back and forth, sinking deeper and deeper into each other. They could hear the sound of the bed squeaked under the strain as they humped at each other. 'It's been a long time Chris' Moaned Isaac as he ran his hands over his fuckmates body, feeling the sides and round to his smooth chest. '...Damn you're so sexy.' He groaned into Chris's hair as he closed his eyes and lost himself in the sensation of Chris's tight hole and his rippling torso that snaked around his cock so deliciously. He could feel the juices of his own precum slowly drip down to his balls as he ardently worked his cock into Chris from different angles. Chris in return wiggled and danced his hips around Isaacs's huge cock. His skill at maintaining being screwed and screwing was mind blowing. Michael had grown quiet; his eye lids had drooped as he felt Chris's cock rubbing up against his prostrate from various angles. His lips parted with heavy panting as he leaned his head back. He felt his building orgasm. Sandalwood Ch. 02 'Jesus, Chris.....nnnnnn!' He ground out in warning. Chris huffed; sweat coating his beautiful body as he fucked slowly. He took Michael cock at the base to stop the impending release. Michael in turn, took hold of his legs to give Chris more control over his thrusting. 'So. Nice...' He whispered between his teeth. Isaac grabbed Chris's forearms up behind his head, kissing the back of neck passionately. 'I need to cum.' He grumbling into Chris's back. Michael looked back at the two and was awarded with a heavenly glimpse of Chris, arms pinned back, head hidden in his fallen blonde hair and his hips gyrating in the most perverted way against his ass. 'Make him cum...' Pleaded Michael to his brother, feeling he was losing control. Isaac responded by thrusting back into Chris hard and fast. 'Uh!' Came a hard short sound out of the latter's lips. Isaac followed with more angry thrust. He felt his stomach starting to boil. Chris was keeping up, He pushed back. Isaac threw Chris forward onto his brother and grabbed his hips. He started hammering into Chris. Chris in turn took Michael's cock and started pumping it in the same frenzied motion. The room was filled with angry, urgent grunts. 'Fuck you've got such a beautiful ass.' Isaac hissed and he bucked aggressively into Chris's bowls. 'I'm gonna fill you right up!' Isaac cried, 'Oh Christ!' He ejaculated hard into Chris's hole, humping aggressively as he spurted deep into his bowls. Chris covered Michael's mouth and kissed him. His cock erupted into Chris's pumping hand. His shuddering sphincter pushed Chris right over the edge. Chris's back shuddering in ecstasy. 'Aghnnnn!' he yelled from the depths of his bowls. He collapsed and blacked out. Chris woke up in a room almost forgetting where he was. He was lying on his stomach and he felt pleasant wet sensation massaging his anus. He turned his head slightly and saw Michael was up, avidly eating out his brother's spunk from Chris's ass. 'Mmmmm' He mumbled relishing the rimming and closing his eyes again. 'Where's Isaac?' Chris asked quietly. Michael curled his tongue rigid and started poking in and out of Chris's hole. Chris groaned in pleasure. 'He's gone to pick up mom.' Michael answered then drove his tongue straight back into Chris. However the news had a nasty effect and Chris tensed up. 'Shit, I've got to go, Michael. I can't be here when that woman gets here.' Michael leapt up quick and covered Chris with his naked bulk. 'Don't leave yet. Stay a night. I'm sure it won't be so bad.' He crooned close to Chris's ear. Feeling such a hard torso press down on him had the desired effect and Chris's judgement was failing him. 'Just one big happy family.' Chris grumbled burying his head into the blankets. Michael chuckled, reverberating through his whole body. Michael was relieved to have won Chris over at least for one night. He had missed his step brother. He understood how hard things were for Chris but he missed him and wanted to act like the selfish little prick he had always presented himself as. Those pale lean shoulders were enticing him. He luxuriated in the scent, moving his face restlessly into Chris's back. There was something so powerfully erotic about his estranged step brother. Chris had hardily even spent longer than two years and already he had turned their world upside down. And now they could no longer do without the memory of him. 'Why did you leave?' He regretted muttering the words as soon as they left his lips. He could feel Chris tense under him. It was so hard to control this animal. This type of person was so unpredictable to him. The only hold the brothers had over him was pleasure. He flexed his buttocks up high enough so he could feel the tip of his cock poking against Chris's rear. Chris wriggled back, guiding it to the right place. Soon Michael felt his tip touch the entrance. Slowly, using just his hips he worked his cock down into that tight quivering passage. He stared down adoring Chris's profile. His head was lying beneath Michael on his side, loose hair scattered over his pale blue eyes as they stared out into nothing. He flexed and felt he had come to rest his pubic bone on Chris's rump. Deliberate thrusts issued back and forth bringing Michael closer to the man he had been obsessed with for years. Chris's eyes fluttered closed, remembering someone who had done this to him before. He groaned, renewing his lust and pushing back. Michael started thrusting short and sharply, creating a delicious friction. He was trembling on top of Chris as he lightly smacked into his rear. He felt too close. Michael needed a little longer to savour this relaxing sordid little fuck. He took one of Chris's legs and hiked it up onto his shoulder. Soon he was deeper inside, enjoying Chris's fantastically tight and hungry channel that his brother had complimented on earlier. He could see Chris's hard dick bounce against his stomach every forward thrust. He became mesmerised by the sight. He started trying to cram his own cock in like crazy, humping madly in lust. The feeling of being inside Chris was so intense. It was like his channel was sucking him deeper and deeper. 'Shit Chris... your ass. It drives me fucking crazy.' He heard Chris snigger softly. This was the final straw. The laugh had set off a chain reaction, making Michael buck widely. The dark haired man came quick and hard. He pumped continually trying to fill all his seed into Chris until he burst. Chris did burst, creaming all over his belly. His moan came out so depraved that it made Michael's hair stand on end. When Michael opened his eyes he was met with such a glorious sight. His older step-brother, lying elegantly covered in spunk, his long frame leaning back and his eyes half glazed over. Damn I can't get enough of him, Michael thought to himself, panting after such a frenzied release. 'So you'll stay the night?' He asked. 'Yeah, I guess, one night.' Chris answered lazily shifting his weight, forcing some of the spunk to dribble out of his rectum. 'Then where to?' Michael ventured. Chris answered him with a grin. Those jaws were shut tight. He wouldn't get anything out of Chris. 'Well one night here won't be so bad. You'll see, you might even want to stay a little longer.' Michael finished with a smile. Michael had an annoying tendency of being terribly wrong. Sandalwood My jaw dropped as I felt his erection growing against mine. My cheeks coloured and my breath caught. Chris carried on staring back at me, his eyelids now halfway closed. Another jerk and I felt us rub intimately against each other. I had to grit my teeth to keep silent. My jaw was flexing hard under my skin whilst my heart raced. He looked so aroused, his face passive and almost half asleep until you noticed the burning eyes. His hard on rubbed through our trousers reaching mine and the friction was almost unbearable. I found my breath getting hotter and more urgent. To an outsider I might have just looked hot and irritated but I was struggling to control myself with the very last threads of my dignity. Another hard jerk and he had almost fallen onto me, his gasp making its way into my open mouth. We were so close now we tasted the exchange of our breath in short little whispers. Then the train took off again. The faster it ran along the track the more rhythmic the motion was. I found myself rubbing up against Chris in smooth regular intervals, which was driving me further and further out of control. His eyes grew very dark. I was so close to cumming. I really couldn't be doing this in a train. I felt his fingers reach out to touch mine. I looked about and noticed that no one was able to see this exchange. He placed my hand on his hip and cupped my backside, pulling me a fraction closer. I was about to blow when a loud announcement came over the train speaker. 'WE WILL BE ARRIVING SHORTLY AT-' Then the sound drowned out as I ground against Chris slowly. His hand squeezed my ass closer as he closed his eyes. He shuddered. I felt his dick getting huge then wet against mine. My mouth trembled as I shot my load into my trousers, feeling his body pressed tight against mine. My hand griped his ass back. I ground into him one last time. My head fell forward a little slowly taking in air and recovering from the mind-blowing orgasm. My wet dick felt so sensitive against the material of my pants. I woke up sharply from the dream. What had we just done and on public transport? Shit! Soon the police would be taking down our details and people would be shouting 'pervert'. I looked around wildly and couldn't believe my eyes. No one had bothered to look up. People were reading or sleeping or looking bored as if nothing had happened. 'STAND BACK FROM THE DOORS WHEN THIS TRAIN...' That's right, I realised- the announcement. It had been loud and had drowned out our illicit affair. I looked back at Chris and he returned my gaze lazily. His hand let go of my ass and found their way to my hand and clasped my fingers gently. His expression remained stony but his eyes turned liquid. I swallowed hard. I quickly withdrew my hand. What had I done? Again? With this man! I looked back at him, ashamed and confused. What had he done to me? The doors opened and I left almost pushing a woman over. I used my jacket to cover my wet crotch and walked hurriedly home, never looking back. When I got back home I was relieved to find myself alone. I sat down on the couch, where I had been sleeping for a week now. My head fell into my hands and I cried. After an indeterminable time I fell asleep from exhaustion. In the mists of my dreams I felt sweat lips tenderly kiss mine. I was lying in the sunshine being showered with patient, tender kisses. I felt myself respond. Slowly at first but the desire built steadily. My kisses became hungry and I was met with the same response. My breath quickened and my eyes fluttered open. It was dark and she was so very near. My arms came up and cradled her. My head ducked down and started kissing her neck. She moaned softly, in her delicious way. My hands slide up over her breasts and I grabbed them hungrily. Her shift came off and my shirt and trousers were lost in the pink fog that continued to drive me on. I was on top of her and eager to enter. I saw her lean back, aching with need. I needed to fill her now. I drove forward hard and I heard Hilary moan in response. She was so wet. I buried my face in her neck pumping into her with dire need. But her moans were distracting me. I turned her over and entered her again. Her moans were muffled and I watched her squirming back as I drove rhythmically into her again and again. A lean white snake-like back came dancing into my vision and I shook my head hard, trying to get it out. My eyes refocused on my wife's back and I tried to continue to make love to her. But her loud moan made me freeze. I put my hand around and clasped her mouth, trying to pump harder, trying to drive the need that was failing in me. I needed to do this; I just needed to get this done. If I couldn't, I felt I would be lost forever. She pushed back against me and my vigour renewed. I was screwing my wife. It was the most natural thing in the world. Everything would be ok. I just needed to... A flash in my mind's eye and scrunched up my face trying to block it out. My desire was flickering on and off and every part of me was trying desperately hard to resurrect it. I pumped harder into her and she cried out a moan. That was it. I had lost it. The veil had fallen between us and I stilled. Her body flexed realising the change in me. I pulled out of her, soft. 'Baby?' She murmured. I got up and went to the bathroom. I locked the door and took a shower. I heard her moving around the apartment hesitantly. I felt so empty. There was nothing of me there for her. I prayed that she had gone to bed and that I wouldn't have to face her. I just needed some time to figure things out. She needed to leave me alone. I walked out and she was sitting there facing me. Oh god, I couldn't be dealing with this now. 'What's wrong baby, you've been acting strange all week?' God I hated when she called me that. It had never got on my nerves as much as now. 'It's work Hillary, I just am a little tired.' I mumbled in reply. But she continued to give me that irritating searching look. Just stop looking at me! I was screaming inside. If she looked hard enough maybe she would see what I had done. 'I need to sleep.' I mumbled apologetically. I went into the bedroom and lay down on our bed. She was a least a little happier that I had rejoined her now in our bed after sleeping so long on the couch. For her this was a little victory. For me it was signalling the end. As I thought about our marriage, I wondered what it was that had first attracted me to her. She was very sweet and loving. She did everything I wanted. It was so perfect. And yet somehow I felt so little for her. I was afraid I would hurt her like I had Chris. I didn't want to hurt her. But if I continued I would, over days and months, break her down. There was love there. Not passion or desire but a need to protect her. My life was being wrecked from the inside out. I lay there in the dark holding myself accountable for everything. I couldn't blame Chris; it had also been my reaction to him. I had discovered a side of me that I felt repulsive about. I had used force; I had been exactly all that I hated. Depravity and violence appalled me. In the early hours of the dawn I managed to consider a solution. I would have to go away.