1 comments/ 99190 views/ 14 favorites Forced Ch. 02 By: sexychik69 I found no reason why I should object to his demand, even though I frantically searched for one inside my head. I reluctantly laid myself on my back and hung my head off the side of the bed. I had never given head in this position before and I was scared to try something new with this powerful stranger. As if sensing my nervousness, he said to me, "Don't be scared, little one. I'll go slow." Was this man a mind reader or was my anxiety that obvious upon my expression? Who knew? He stepped forward with his semi hard cock pointed toward my face and softly told me to open my mouth. My shaky jaw seemed to open on command, without me even thinking about it. He grasped his cock and slowly directed it into my willing mouth. I had to stretch my jaw to let his cock even enter between my teeth. I had never sucked off a man as big as him. His cock smelled good; having the scent of my bathroom soap on it. The aroma calmed me and made my mouth and throat relax more as his cock began to push its way into my open mouth. I adjusted my head, tilting it down more, so his cock could go into my mouth. This wasn't so bad. It was actually quite exhilarating; having my head hanging off the side made me already get a little woozy. He pushed even further until three inches of his cock was within my warm, wet mouth. I felt his cock head start to stretch my throat and I tried to relax so he could push even further. For some odd reason, I wanted to please him, and I wanted to please him well. He pulled out slowly as I began to suck and flick his cock with my tongue. He moaned as I practically sucked it back inside my throat; pushing myself off the bed slightly so his cock could once again enter my mouth. He pushed deeper this time, and his cock head was guiding the rest of his cock down the now almost level curve of my throat. I gagged around him and tried to pull myself away, but he had his hands on my shoulders, keeping me in place. Still, I managed to expel myself from his grasp, but he pulled me back towards him before I could even let my throat relax for a second. He pushed my chin down so that my head was off the bed and told me to open my mouth once more. I once again automatically complied and he wasted no time in pushing his cock into my mouth yet again. I sucked on his cock as it gained slow entrance into the depths of my mouth and the beginnings of my throat, which urged him on further. He kept pushing this time, and made sure he had a strong, firm grasp on me this time so I couldn't pull away again. I lifted my arms to try to push him away, but he snapped a quick and loud "Don't!" at me and my arms fell back next to my sides. I tried to suck in a breath, which made me gag on his cock harder, but this made him give out a very distinct moan in response. "Relax. Stop panicking," I heard him say to me, and I tried so very hard to comply. He just kept pushing. Further and further his cock went into my throat, which now burned from the stretching. A tear started to well up in my eye when I felt his balls tap my nose. He was finally all the way in. It wouldn't have been that horrible had he not stayed in that position. "I'm going to count to 25 and then I'm going to pull out," he said to me. He began slowly, ever so slowly, counting. I felt like I was going to pass out and with all the blood rushed to my head, the feeling hurt. My head throbbed and I tried to unsuccessfully get away somehow, but he kept counting and kept me still. When he reached 24, I said a silent 'thank you' to an unknown source, and when he reached 25, he leaned down over me very quickly, spread my pussy lips with his fingers, and flicked my clit with his hot tongue just once. I jumped and it made my throat gag around his cock yet again; by the time he had reached 25, I had gotten used to it being in my throat and was no longer in a panic. He slowly pulled his cock out and I leaned my head up and coughed and grasped my throat with my hands. It felt like I had been underwater for several minutes, and then felt an electric shock before I was lifted up to the surface that was unreachable to me before. "No. Back down," he said to me, and he pulled my head back down. "I'm doing it again," he added. I didn't want him to do that again; it burned my throat and made my head pound. But somehow when he pushed my head down, my mouth opened again, willing to accept the intrusion a second time. I took a deep breath as he pushed his cock into my throat again. It didn't take nearly as long to get it all the way into my throat as it had before, but still took a reasonable amount of time, considering I was holding my breath. When he was all the way in, I heard him say almost effortlessly, "I'm counting to 50 this time." I panicked again and tried desperately to pull away, but it seemed to use up more of my energy that way, and made the time go by even slower. When I finally relaxed, he was already past 20, and making his way to 30. When he reached 40, he leaned down over me again (which made his cock press even further into my throat) and parted my pussy lips again. He licked up and down my pussy and flicked my clit exactly five times, each time making me shudder and gag on his cock again. "48...49...50," he said. On 50, he bit down on my clit, very hard, and I arched my back up into his mouth. He leaned up and said, "Very good. Once more, pet." It was as if he was training me for something. I relaxed my throat and told myself as he begun to push inside me that I was just going to not let it get to me. I knew he was going to count over 50 and I knew that I could handle it if I would just remain calm. When he was finally inside me, I expected the number to increase significantly, but it only went up a small amount. "I'm counting to 60, but I'm doing something different this time," he said. Something different? What could he possibly mean? I soon found out. He counted to ten without change. He just stood there and stared down at me as he had before. After ten, he started to lean forward. I thought, 'Oh, he's just going to lick my pussy like before. Okay.' but I realized that I wasn't correct. He leaned forward enough to reach his hand comfortably forward and rub my clit with his fingers. I felt his cock start to move however; it moved out slightly. Then I noticed it push in again all the way. He pulled out again, just ever so slightly, and then pushed in. He began a steady rhythm; only going about half an inch out of my throat each time. He increased his speed and pulled out a little bit more than before after he reached 20. After every multiple of ten he reached, he increased his speed and the length he took out of my throat as well. His fingers started to rub my clit faster and faster; increasing speed with the rhythm of his cock. By the time he had gotten to 60 he had faded away in his verbal counting and I had forgotten he was still supposed to be counting. Not after too long though, he pulled out all the way to get a breath, and let go of my throbbing clit. He entered his cock into my mouth again after he saw me take a quick breath, and begun to pound me as fast as he had before. He didn't stop to give me another breath for a long time after that, and by the time he had, I was squirming and writhing beneath him. I tried to focus on sucking on his cock; as I knew that was the whole reason for this anyway. Harder and harder he pounded into my throat, now not even resisting his huge his cock. I managed to gain a quick few breaths once every minute or so, but that was all. He was standing straight above me, pinching my nipples with his palms as he kept thrusting deeper and deeper it seemed into my open throat. I squirmed under him more, but this time out of pleasure. The friction in and burning in my throat along with the pinching of my nipples and all the blood rushing to my head sent me into another place I had never been before. I didn't even notice that I had started to push myself off the bed slightly to meet his thrusts. "Suck harder, little one," he said. "Make me cum baby." I sucked his cock harder as he pushed deeper and deeper into my throat. "Mmm, just a little longer," he said. I brought my hand up above my head and grasped the base of his cock. I moved my hand up and down on his hard shaft and pulsed my grip around it as it slid easily in and out of my hand. Still fucking my mouth hard and fast with his cock, I began to feel his orgasm surface. He groaned as I felt the cum go through his shaft and shoot into my throat. He mumbled something under his breath as he slowly pulled his cock out of my mouth, sticky with his cum and my saliva. I swallowed all I could and sat up to swallow the rest. "That's it baby, sit up. Now that I've gotten you warmed up, I want you to prepare yourself for a surprise. I'll be right back. Do not turn around." I heard him leave my bedroom and then I heard some soft talking outside my closed door. Before I could figure out why he was talking to himself, I heard the door open. I resisted the urge to turn around. "Now, stand up, love. Close your eyes." I stood up, with my eyes closed and turned to face his voice. I felt a pair of hands on my breasts and felt lips close over mine. I drowned into the kiss and was lost within the lust that was rushing through my body when suddenly I felt a hand slap my ass. I pulled from the kiss and backed into another person. It turned out that the man I was kissing was a new man that I hadn't seen before, and I had fallen into the arms of my previous midnight stranger. "I'd like you to meet my friend, Will. He decided he wanted to join us in our escapade." I opened my mouth to argue; I had never been in a threesome before. I felt the new man's lips close over mine again. His hands dropped from my breasts and rose up to wrap around my neck. I tried to back out of the kiss, but was pushed back into it by Sir. "No, little one. You're to treat him with as much respect as you have me. But I must warn you, he is not as gentle as I. You might as well enjoy it," he said, in a matter-of-fact tone. Will had let go of my neck and had broken the kiss to move down to my neck. He sucked on my neck and bit on my earlobe as Sir reached under me to find my asshole. I felt Will lower his hand also, searching for my pussy. "Spread your legs," I heard Will tell me. I felt like I had no choice but to comply. I felt Will and Sir reach their different destinations almost at the same time. I felt Sir dip a finger down into my pussy before retreating back to my asshole, still sore from earlier. He slowly inserted his finger into my asshole, but just a little, before he pulled it out again. Just as Sir began to tease and play with my asshole, Will found my clit and began rubbing on it fiercely. I felt the two men masturbating me and it felt so wonderful. I couldn't imagine why I had never tried this out before. Sir pushed his finger further into my asshole as two of Will's fingers found entrance into my pussy. He shoved them into my hole violently, and I realized what Sir meant by he was not as gentle. He was not near as gentle. They began an alternating rhythm, and instead of going the same speed, Will went almost exactly twice as fast as Sir did with his fingers. Sir reached his other hand around to play with my nipple, and Will rested his other hand on my other nipple. I could tell they had done this before. I was approaching orgasm faster than I ever had before. I had four different rhythms going on all over my body and couldn't focus on just one. "Ah, oh my god! Harder!" I found myself screaming at the two men as I remembered that they were originally here to violate my body; but I didn't care. I was too lost in my current passion to care. I took sharp intakes of breath as they pounded my ass and my pussy faster and pinched and twisted my nipples harder. It wasn't another ten seconds before I came violently on their hands. Sir caught me when I fell back into his arms and whispered into my ear, "Okay baby, now let's see how you handle two cocks." My eyes went wide, even though I was still trying to catch my breath from my powerful orgasm. "N-n-no! I've never been with two guys at once. I won't do it!" I found myself objecting. Why I was objecting, I didn't know, because I wanted it so badly. But I guess my common sense came rushing back to me once my passion had for the most part subsided. Still, I found myself being pulled towards the bed and thrown on top of it. I looked up at the two men before me, cocks hard as rocks, and lust in their eyes. There was no way I could handle two men at once, but I was going to be forced to anyway. I saw Sir pick up the ropes from the floor and I tried to scramble off the bed, in hopes to maybe get free. I didn't want to be fucked by two men and I most certainly didn't want to be tied up while doing so either. "No! Please! Don't tie me up again!" I screamed at Sir, tears gathering in my eyes. "Do as we say and I won't," he said. I nodded my head in agreement and heard Will say, "Okay then, get back onto the bed. I haven't had a turn to use you yet..." To be continued... Forced Ch. 02 Chapter Two - Moving Out I couldn't believe that it was really happening. We'd broken up and he was moving out. We'd been fighting the whole morning while the removalists took his stuff down to the truck. I shouldn't have been here for this, it was too sad; too much emotion for both of us, and it came out as a fight, as a screaming match. The morning had started wonderfully. We'd made love when we woke up, as if it was any other day, a day when we were happy together. It was tender and intense, I cried when I came, knowing this would be the last time we would ever do this together. After that, everything was a mess. But it was almost over now; the removalists were gone, on their way to his new place. In a few minutes he would be gone as well; he had just one more load to take down to his car. Then I would have a bath and try to relax, try to stop crying, try to stop my insides from feeling like they were about to fall out. I heard the front door open, I rushed to the door, to say goodbye for the last time. "Goodbye gorgeous," I said, tears streaming down my face. Between sobs, I managed to say, "I love you, I always will." "Right," he said. "Just not enough, never enough. I wish I knew what it is that you want." "Don't make it my fault again," I begged. He was looking for a fight still, I wished he could leave our last goodbye to be a sad thing; I didn't want to stand at the door and have another fight. He let go of the door and it closed behind him, he grabbed me and pulled me to him. He kissed me; it was hard and aggressive, reflecting his mood. It felt all wrong; it should be soft and tender, not angry, not aggressive. I pushed him away from me, hitting him on the chest repeatedly. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" he asked. "Nothing," I said. "Nothing that won't be fixed once you're out that door." "Kiss me goodbye and I'm gone," he said, as he grabbed me again. I let him kiss me, I wanted to be kissed. I liked him holding me forcefully, I felt safer than I ever had in my life whenever he held me, but I wanted to be kissed tenderly. I wanted our last moments to be, well not happy, but I wanted them to be anything but angry. I struggled out of his arms again and pushed him away from me as hard as I could. "You bitch," he said. "You've always been a bitch, what the fuck did I ever see in you? You're a selfish, self centred, calculating fucking bitch!" He knew just how to press my buttons, here I was, falling apart trying to say goodbye, and he was abusing me again. I couldn't stand it, it set my temper off, and I wanted to strangle him. I pushed him, and yelled, "Get out, get the fuck out of my life you cunt. You're still doing it, still twisting everything." "I'm not doing anything, it's you," he shot back. "It's always been you, no matter what I do, no matter how hard I try, it's never been good enough for you, it never will be, it never could be. You're fucked in the head." I couldn't stand it. "Fucking dickhead," I called him, as I started punching him in the shoulders and chest. "I won't let you hit me anymore," he said, as he grabbed my hands. "You're a pitiful excuse for a man, you fucking like it when I hit you!" I screamed. He pulled me to him again, and tried to kiss me. I jerked my head away from his mouth, but he bit my neck, and when I turned my head back to prevent it, he kissed me, holding my head so I couldn't get away. I struggled, but it was no use he was too strong. He pushed me up against the wall with his body, pressing his body against me, holding me tight. I couldn't push him off, I couldn't fight back. He put an arm around me, with his hand on my arse. The last thing I wanted was to be felt up, but this was worse, he pulled me against him, so our crotches were pressed together. I could feel his erection pressing against me. I managed to break my head from his grip, and I said, "You're sick. Fuck off and leave me alone. I never want to see you again." "It's not over darling. We'll never be over," he said. He slid his hand down my pants at the back, feeling my arse, pushing a finger into my arsehole. I struggled to push him off, but I wasn't strong enough, and my struggles just seemed to make it possible for him to work his finger further into my arse hole. "No knickers," he said. "I love that you're such a slut. It turns me on that you are always ready. I want you one last time." "No! Just go away," I said. He went to kiss me then, but I moved my face away from him. He twisted my head to face him again, and kissed me, forcing his tongue in to my mouth. He lifted me off my feet then, the finger in my arse pushing further in to me, hurting me. I cried out from the pain. "Please don't. Please just go," I begged. "Just one more time gorgeous, I'm sure you're ready. I've never known your slutty little cunt to be dry." "I just want you to leave," I said. We got to the bedroom, and he removed his finger from my arse and threw me on the bed. I was crying, I didn't want to have sex with him, not like this, not now, but I knew I couldn't stop him. He unbuttoned my pants; I didn't have the will to try to stop him. He lifted my legs in the air and pulled my pants down, as he did so I kicked him in the face. He threw me sideways, on to my stomach, straddling me, he grabbed me by the hair, and pushed my face into the bed. I could feel his anger as his hot breath hit my ear, he said, "I told you not to hit me anymore, that's the last time you'll hit me, ever." I tried to yell at him, to tell him to fuck off, but my face was pressed in to the bed, and it came out only as a muffled groan. He got off me then, and I lay on my stomach and cried. I didn't even have resolve enough to close my legs, to make even that token effort to show my unwillingness. I felt him get back on the bed. He lifted me and removed my top. I didn't resist, I just lay limp, and sobbed. "Roll over," he said. "No," I replied, but it was muffled by the bed, and I doubt he heard me. "Roll over," he said again. "Unless you want it in the arse." I didn't want it anywhere. His attitude infuriated me, he was about to rape me, again, and he expected me to help, to make myself available to him, and he talked about where I wanted it. I rolled over and said, "You're a fucking animal. I don't want it from you, you're about to fucking rape me you fucking prick." He moved my legs apart, I tried to kick him, but he caught my feet, and pinned them down. "You want it, you know you do sweetheart," he said. "I'll bet you're wet." He put his hand on my vagina, opening my labia, feeling me. I wasn't wet, I didn't want it. "That's a first," he said. He got off the bed, and took the lubricant out of the drawer. He rubbed it all over his dick. He came back to the bed, pushed my legs apart, and lay over me. There was blood coming from his nose where I kicked him. He positioned himself between my legs, he was about to enter me. I couldn't stop crying, I had to do something, so I hit him in the face. I wanted to hit him on the nose again, it had to be painful, it was bleeding. I missed though, and punched him in the eye. "You stupid fucking bitch," he screamed. "I told you not to hit me again!" He slapped me across the face so hard it rocked my head and left my ear ringing. I could taste blood in my mouth, and I spat at him, hitting him in the face. My spit was red with blood. "A big man you are, so tough," I said. He just smiled at me. With one hand he positioned his dick against my opening. He pushed in to me, even though I wasn't wet, he entered me without too much difficulty thanks to the lubricant. He laughed as he said, "You like it rough don't you?" "No," I said. "How could I like this, being beaten, being raped?" "You're wet now, now that we've hit each other," he said. "That's a lie," I said, even as I realised it wasn't. That the reason he had slid into me so easily was that I was turned on, that I was wet, that my pussy was open and ready. "Fuck you," I said, and I slapped him across the face as hard as I could. "That's it, hit me you bitch," he screamed at me as he spat on me. God, he wanted me to hit him. He made me completely helpless by asking me to hit him. I hated him, and I wanted this to stop. But it felt better and better with every pounding thrust. I was enjoying it, and I hated myself for it. I slapped him again. I hit him so hard it hurt my hand. I didn't care though, I wanted to hurt him, and I knew that if it hurt my hand it must hurt him even more. Even if he enjoyed it, he would hurt later if I could hit him hard enough, he wouldn't enjoy that. He was thrusting into me faster now, harder. He was building to climax, I knew the signs. I could feel my own climax building. I felt so strange, my mouth was bleeding, I was being raped, I was crying, but I was about to cum. I was overcome with guilt and shame, which led to rage, and I hit him again. This time he hit me back, on the other side of my face, the pain was intense, it coincided with my orgasm, cutting it off. Then he hit me again, on the same side of my face again, causing that ear to ring as well, it seemed to release my orgasm, and I came, moaning, arching my back off the bed. "Such a slut," he said. "You're cumming while I rape you." He pulled out of me then, and straddled my chest, with his legs pinning my arms. He was going to cum on my face again, like the last time he did this to me. I turned my face to the side; I tried to hide under the pillows. It was no use; with one hand he grabbed me by the jaw, the other hand was stroking his dick. He forced my mouth open with his fingers, and aimed his cock at my mouth. I could taste the finger he'd had in my arse, coppery. I tried to bite his fingers, but I couldn't, somehow he had my mouth wedged open. He groaned as he came, I felt his cum shoot into my mouth, I tasted it, the saltiness, felt the thick fluid on my tongue. His next shot hit me in the back of the throat, causing me to gag. The next shot missed my mouth, hitting my lips and nose. He continued to stroke himself as his orgasm diminished, dribbling cum into my mouth and onto my face. He took his fingers out of my mouth, and I was forced to swallow his cum to avoid choking. He smiled down at me and said, "You're a great fuck, bitch, even when you don't want it." He got off the bed then, and dressed, and left. I rolled over and cried until I slept. Forced Ch. 02 Just as I thought the massage would remain the same, simply stroking my ass, I suddenly felt pressure of a finger rubbing around my anus. The sensation was divine and I sighed a bit. I felt more oil drip onto the crack of my ass and then a finger returned and slowly pushed into me. I have done that to myself but had never been fingered by anyone else before. It was however after a second or two of discomfort a wonderful feeling. As the sinful sensation was shooting through my body my head began to clear. Where was I and who was I with? I remembered I had left home on a business trip. Left my wife and family only for a couple of days. Who was I with? I lifted my head and started to turn it? "Do not move." It was soft, a mellow gentle command that send shivers down my spine, and I stilled immediately. A guy? "WHAT THE FUCK!" I exclaimed and tried to jump away. My bedmate was expecting this and shoved two fingers deep in my ass while grasping my nuts in his other hand like a vice grip. "Aghhhhhh!" ---------------------------------------------------- The trip to Las Vegas started as usual. I was running out of the house, late as usual. I kissed the kids goodbye as they ate their cereal. "Have a good day at school, guys" I said, then smiled to my wife. She was standing by the door in her robe, hair all messy with a smile on her face. "You better hurry, or you'll miss your plane," she scolded me with a sexy smile. I bent in for a quick kiss - but as I did, she grabbed me by the tie and pulled me in. She opened her mouth and shoved her tongue into my mouth. Luckily, I was facing away from the kids as I sprung a boner immediately. I cursed myself for running late the night before, and coming home to a sleeping wife. I would have loved to fuck for a while...but I chocked it up to another missed opportunity. After a quick hug and a sneak grab at my wife's boob, I ran out the door, jumped in the car and raced to the airport. I lucked out with traffic and made it to the airport with time to spare. I was connecting through Denver on my way to Vegas and the first part of my journey went smoothly. When we landed in Denver, it was snowing. I was to meet up with my new boss, Scott at the main terminal then fly together into Denver. My layover was 2 hours and I was due to meet Scott in about 30 minutes. I had been a manufacturer's rep for 8 years and been very successful. My previous boss had retired 2 months before and Scott and recently joined our company. While we had talked on the phone frequently over the last month, this would be the first time meeting him. I went to the main terminal and waited for a while before checking the flight status. Scott was coming in from Salt Lake City, he had been there for client meetings. Scott was originally from San Francisco and seemed to travel quite a bit. I didn't know anything about him yet -- other than he was in his late 30's and very successful at his last company. I was looking forward to meeting him -- I wanted a boss that could help me when I needed it, but didn't micromanage me. As I scouted the flight status, I noticed a lot of flights were delayed. Sure enough, Scott's was delayed, too. With his late arrival, he would be lucky to make it to Vegas on our original flight. I looked at my watch and decided to grab a bite to eat, as I had run out of the house without breakfast. I came across Rock Bottom Brewery. I figured they would have something good to eat in there and went inside. I went into the bar area, as I didn't want to sit alone at a table. I ordered a light lunch and water and started watching the TV over the bartender's head. Apparently the weather was getting bad, the forecast was for 2 feet of snow by mid-day. I started getting a bit worried about getting out of DIA myself. As I was eating my blackberry started buzzing. The first message was notifying me that my flight to Vegas was delayed. I decided to order a beer. It was only 11am, but I figured it would take the edge off a bit. When I received the message that my flight had been canceled and all outgoing flights canceled for the day, I went for broke and had a couple more beers. I sent a text message to my boss telling him what was going on and headed to the airport concierge looking for a place to crash. I was lucky to get a get a hotel room near the airport, at the Holiday Inn. I took the shuttle bus over and was amazed at how much snow had actually fallen in the short time I had been in Denver. I checked into the hotel and headed up to my room. I turned on the TV, but there were only about 7 channels showing talkshows and soap operas. My luggage was still on the plane and the airlines were going to send it over to me later that night, so I couldn't use the fitness facilities. "The hell with it," I said to myself and headed down to the bar. There were only a couple people down at the bar. I checked the beers on tap, they had 3. Coors and Coors Lite (of course) and another called Kilt Lifter. I had never heard of it and thought I'd check it out. I only wanted a pint, but the bartender brought me a 20oz instead -- said it was happy hour. The beer was strong but tasted good. I checked my voicemail on my cell and office and started cleaning up emails. By the time I was done with my first beer, I had called a couple of customers to check in, informed the company secretary where I was and left a couple of messages for my wife. I also left a text message for my boss, telling him where I was. As the show kept coming, so did the beers. The bartender put on ESPN Classic and we watched a couple of old NFL games. After beer #3, I got up to use the restroom and about fell off my stool. I was surprised at how drunk I was. I am in good shape, about 6', 180 lbs. I work out 5 times per week and drink my fair share of booze. After draining my bladder, which seemed to take forever, I stumbled back to the bar. A fresh 20oz Kilt Lifter was waiting for me. I asked the bartender what the beer was made out of and he told me it was stronger alcohol beer that it had twice the amount of alcohol in it that regular beer does. Came from Scotland and made lads to all sorts of crazy things. I guess that explained it. I even started laughing at the name -- Kilt Lifter. I decided to nurse this beer and stop after this one. My phone rang, it was my boss. He had finally landed in Denver and was one of the last flights in. It would be a while before he could get to the hotel because the buses were getting stuck and snowplows were backed up. I told him I was in the bar and was pretty hammered. He told me he would meet up with me as soon as possible. The bar was now hoping, with lots of business travelers -- men and women alike. It was a pretty jovial atmosphere; people were trying to make the best of the situation. As I sat there nursing my beer, I chatted with folks around me. Even thought I started to eat a bit the alcohol was getting the best of me. I noticed that my peripheral vision was getting a bit hazy and I was having a hard time concentrating on the conversation around me. But I was in a happy place and kept on drinking. As I tilted my head back and finished off beer #4 and it slid down my throat the sounds around me became muffled and I felt like I was floating on a cloud. That is all I remembered for a while. ----------------------------------------------- My next recollections were fuzzy. I felt someone touching me. I thought my wife was running her hands up and down my body. I could feel the heat of a body behind me spooning into me. The heat felt good -- but the sleep felt better and I was out again. When I woke up next I was getting a massage and it felt good. My head was ready to split open from my hangover, but the touch felt good. My wife does give be back and leg massages after I do longer runs...and it felt nice. I was surprised when she started rubbing my ass, though. During massages in the past, she had brushed against my ass and I loved it -- but I didn't dare ask her to go any further and risk her thinking her man wasn't such a man. As the massage progressed and I felt the bed mover and my legs spread a bit more, the aches in my head lifted a bit and I started getting hard. I remembered the kiss from this morning and was excited about finishing what we had started early today. I spread my legs further apart as I felt her body move between my legs. I even started pulling my legs up a bit underneath me, pushing my ass up in the air. When oil was dripped into my crack, I got completely hard. And when she traced her finger up and down my crack I moaned. I liked her initiative. I would go with the flow and if she made a big deal out of it, I would say she did it to me...I didn't ask for it. When the finger started pushing into my hole, I froze. This was hot and I started seeing stars. This was unchartered territory for her. I had fingered myself a bit while masturbating. I even remember putting an old girlfriend's dildo in my ass during college -- but that was a solo activity and my girlfriend was out of town that weekend. As I was getting fingered I looked up towards the head of the bed. It was dark but I noticed that wasn't our headboard. My eyes darted around the room. Where was I? I suddenly realized I was in a hotel. Had I taken my wife to a hotel? No, I was out of town. My mind race. Airport. Denver. Hotel. Beers. Lots of Beers. But my mind was blank. Who was I with? Holy crap, what had I gotten myself into. I was cheating on my wife. My body was not cooperating well, I tried to move fast, but pain shot down my body from my head. I felt like I was going to vomit. Was it the situation or the booze? Or both. The finger in my ass had turned to 2 fingers and while I was waiting to breathe through a potential vomit attach, the fingers started touching something deep in my ass. My cock, which had started going soft turned to granite immediately. I think I moaned under my breath. Sweat started forming on my brow. As the sinful sensation was shooting through my body my head began to clear. Who was I with? I lifted my head and started to turn it? "Do not move." It was soft, a mellow gentle command that send shivers down my spine, and I stilled immediately. A guy? "WHAT THE FUCK!" I exclaimed and tried to jump away. My bedmate was expecting this and shoved two fingers deep in my ass while grasping my nuts in his other hand like a vice grip. "Aghhhhhh!" It was sheer pain. My head felt like it was going to shatter. My stomach churned from sour beer in my stomach and the pressure on my balls. But the fingers in my ass were what kept me from tossing my cookies. My asshole was clamped down very hard on those fingers. Any more pressure and I probably could have snapped them off his hand. I didn't realize what he was touching inside me, but it made a difference. The bed rocked and swayed as he moved behind me. I felt his nakedness against me. His lips against my ear I heard, "I'm going to get you in the mood man, so relax." I didn't quiet know what he meant as I stayed in place, my ass slightly up in the air. He moved down the bed slightly and then I felt his hands move up my legs and move my thighs apart. Suddenly I felt his warm breath on my butt cheeks and an odd sensation, the sharpness of a beard, too. Using both his hands I felt him part my cheeks and he began to lick up and down my crack. It was the most intense feeling I had ever experienced. I never knew a guy could feel such pleasure for being eaten out like that. This guy knew what he was doing and I was squirming like a bitch in heat fast. I found myself drawing my legs up higher underneath me to allow him to get at me deeper. I guess the liquor allowed me to relax more then I ever would allow myself and I gave in to the pleasure he gave me. As his tongue dug deeper and deeper into me, I found myself raising my hips higher and spreading my ass wider. I don't know what was getting into me. He continued to lick up and down my crack. And he released his strong grip on my balls and slowly stroked them. I was moaning out load. I was breathing deep and the pain in my head had all but disappeared. He suddenly drove his tongue deep inside my ass and I couldn't breath. My cock was leaking precum like a sieve. I could feel his saliva dripping down my slightly hairy crack. Just when I thought I would cum, he pulled away. My head was spinning. I was breathing hard. I felt him move on the bed again. He quickly mounted my back and snaked his big arms under my chest. I would feel course hair on my ass and back. I won't lie and say I didn't know what was going to happen; I was just lost in the moment. If he would have asked if he could fuck me, I would have said no. But he didn't ask. I felt a hard, wet cock run up and down my crack. When the head touched my hole, he gripped me tight he and whispered in my ear. "Easy man, just relax. You will enjoy this. I'll take you slow." Somehow I trusted what he said and shook my head slowly yes. Kicking my legs open wider with his knees I did as he wanted. Doing that opened my cheeks and I felt his cock fall against my hole. Pulling one of his arms from under me, he gripped his cock and aimed at against my hole. My first instinct was to tighten up and resist as his cock head pushed against my hole. He pushed really hard and I cried in pain. "Easy man, act like you are taking a shit and push outwards. The pain will go away fast," he whispered. Feeling him pull back some and the pain easing, I did as he asked. I felt my ring stretch to capacity. Just when I thought it would tear, his cock head slipped into me. I moaned in pain as it felt like his arm was going inside me. He gripped my tight again. In my ear he bragged, "Busted your cherry sweetie!" As I breathed deep and tried to adjust to the pain and the invading cock, he moved further into me. There was nowhere for me to go. My face was pushed down into a pillow; my head was up against the headboard. I could feel every inch of his cock as it spread me open. He cock head was leading the way. I felt it go past my knob inside. When that happened, my cock leaked like crazy. I pushed back towards him and felt tension deep in my guts as he spread me deeper and wider. How big was this guy? He stopped for a second and tried pushing further. The pain was too great and I groaned, "OUCH!" He pulled back slightly then I felt his body twist a bit. I suddenly felt lotion or oil dripping down my crack and over my hole and his cock. When he leaned forward to put the lotion back on the bedside table his cock pushed in further. He was letting his body weight do the work for him. His cock head seamed big, but the base of his cock was very thick and I could feel my ring stretching further. I thought he couldn't go any further, when he stopped pulled back a fraction of an inch and started jabbing at my hole. He kept this up for a few minutes. I could feel my asshole tearing slightly and suddenly he moved in deeper. It took my breath away and I couldn't see. When I felt his balls touch mine I was glad it was over. I couldn't possibly take another millimeter in me. I was sweating like a pig and breathing like I ran a marathon. I could feel his cock pulsing in my ass. I couldn't believe I could take him fully when he announced he was all the way in. Allowing me a minute to "get used to him" as he put it, I could feel his hairy nuts and the wiriness of his crotch hair against my cheeks. I could feel his cock pulse deep in me as we lay together as one. He kissed the side of my head as he whispered, "You will always remember this moment fucker, that I'm your first"! With that said I felt his first movement out from me. He slowly eased back into me as I moaned a sigh. Slowly he picked up speed and soon the pain was leaving me. Between my moans of pleasure I could hear the old bed squeak and the headboard tap the wall. I found myself arching my hips up to meet his downward movements. Between his grunts and heavy breathing he announced, "I was a natural just as he thought." He slowed his pace and stopped for a second. I felt his arm move under me to my crotch. He gripped my hard cock in his hand and squeezed. "Yeah you're a natural Jason!" He knew my name. I searched my mind for his but came up blank. Fucking booze, I was done with it. As he started to move again he moved his arm up from under me and rubbed my sweating chest. "Don't be embarrassed man, you are really good at this. See how you opened up to me? You're just learning as I did what you like. Dam your already wet all over from me. You know you like this," he said as he bear gripped me again and moved into rapid jackhammer gabs into me. I moaned and cried out in pleasure. Spit flew from his mouth as he grunted and talked dirty to me. Being a man, even a drunk man, I knew he was close to climax. My cock was hard underneath me up against my stomach. My ass was on fire. My asshole was burning and it started pulsing on him, gripping my butt muscles tighter and clamping him as tight as I could. Next thing I heard was, "OH SHIT MAN," and he was a goner. I swear I could feel each shot his cock fired into me. Over and over he dumped cum deep in me. The wetness of his load coated me and the slickness made him slip easier in and out of me as he continued to hump me. Slowly he slowed and collapsed on my back. We laid together as I felt him soften in me. He rubbed my shoulder blade with his ruff-bearded chin and started to talk. "Can't say you didn't enjoy that, can you Jason." I thought of what he said as I lay there in afterglow. The bedspread below me was wet with both our sweat. I felt a large drip of his load run the path down to my ball sack. "Let's get cleaned up and get down for some dinner," he sighed as he pulled away from me. I slowly turned on my side and looked at him for the first time. My heart instantly beat faster -- he was possibly the most gorgeous man I'd ever seen. He was Caucasian absolutely beautiful, but very manly. He had jet black hair, stylishly tousled, and a chiseled face, with a perfect complexion. He was quite pale, and his white skin contrasted shockingly with his perfect pink lips and slight stubble. His eyes were beautiful, a brilliant hazel color. I looked down and my heart raced. His shoulders were broad and his chest was, too. It was covered with thick hair. So much you could barely see the nipples on his chest. The hair on his body followed down his taut stomach and went fully down to his crotch. Tangled in a mess of cum and a forest of pubic hair was his cock. Impossible, soft is was as big a me hard, about 6 inches. His balls lay underneath and were very large...together about the size of a tennis ball. His legs were very hairy and muscular. He had an incredible body, muscled everywhere, and covered with hair. He seemed like such a man. He seemed taller than be by at least half a foot. As I was investigating him, he couldn't control his lust. He embraced me hungrily, kissing me roughly on the lips. I opened my mouth to protest and he pushed his tongue into my mouth exploring. I started kissing him back He felt me up and down, and I slowly enjoyed how good it felt and how good he smelled -- like musk and spice and heat. As we kissed I felt his cock stir below. He reached down and started caressing my balls. On autopilot, I lay back and spread my legs. He scooted over and rested on his side against me. He pulled away and looked down. My eyes followed. His cock was rubbing up and down my thigh. It was long and big. It had to be 9 inches long and thick. The head was huge and blunt. Then it tappered a bit on the upper shaft, then flared really thick at the base. His pubic hair was black and curly, and I was mesmerized by it. It was like being with an ape. A savage. It was like being taken by an animal and I had no control. Forced Ch. 02 He bent down and sucked my nipples, and he ran his hands up and down my body. I have light hair on my upper chest and a light trail from my navel to my crotch. I have a fair amount of hair above my crotch, which covers my balls and lightens up as it goes back to my ass. My back and ass are bare, with the exception of my furrow -- when it is lightly covered with soft black hair. As he continued to suck lower I let out a soft, delightful little cry as he took my cock into his mouth began to suck. I was lost in the feeling and put my uncertain hands to his head, trying to take control of his head. "You ever did this before?" he asked me softly. I shook my head. "No," I said. "And I've never done it with a stranger either." "I am so glad our flights were canceled and we were able to do this here. I don't know if it would have happened with the other guys around when we got to Vegas," he smiled at me. "What? How did you know I was going to Vegas?" I asked with eyes wide open. "You know who I am, don't you?" he asked smiling even brighter. When I shook my head no, he chuckled under his breathe. "Jason Randall, I'd like to introduce you to your new boss, Scott Banks," he announced with a broad smile. I threw my head back and covered my face with a pillow. I just let my boss fuck me? My boss fucked me, great. My mind was racing and I swore under my breath. He continue to caress my body as I was hiding under a pillow. What was I going to do? There is no going back. I am not gay but this guy -- MY BOSS -- just fucked me. I was really fucked now. Everyone in the office would find out. I would lose everything, my job, my wife, the kids, the house -- everything. SHIT -- SHIT -- SHIT!!!!!! "Come on, don't be a fucker, Jason," he said to me. I kept my head buried under the pillow. I moaned from under the pillow, "I'm sick!" "Yeah I know man, you drank a lot of booze last night. But it loosened you up," he laughed loud and humped himself against my side. His hard cock was leaking on my upper thigh. "You remember don't you fucker? I took your cherry. You gave it easily. I went in you like a hot knife into butter!" As he rocked the bed I begged for him to stop the movement. "Fuck man, you are making me sick to my stomach doing that," I moaned! He did stop moving and got serious for a second. "You do remember I fucked you don't you?" heasked. He shook my shoulder when I didn't answer right away. "Yes, I remember," I moaned as I pulled the pillow off my face. He reached down and rubbed my upper chest as he spoke. "No need to be embarrassed Jason, you are a good piece of ass. I could tell you enjoyed it the way you just opened right up for me. You were moaning like a bitch in heat on my cock." Throwing the pillow at him I snapped, "I was drunk last night, that's all!" "Dude I been drunk before also, but I never let a man up my ass like you did for me. You didn't fight me at all. Hell I seduced you easy," he bragged! At a loss for words and feeling low as I possible could feel I didn't speak. I watched him get off the bed. He headed back into the bathroom as I continued to lie there looking up at the ceiling. The words he said to m burned into my brain like a hot poker. As I brought one of my legs up into a bent position I felt some soreness in my butt. There was no denying I had been fucked! Walking back into the room totally nude, Scott came right over to the bed. Next thing I knew he was getting on the bed beside me again. He moved up right against my body. "Roll onto your side man," he asked. "Make room for the boss man!" I did as he asked hoping to be able to get away from his closeness. But as soon as I did he was right up against my back. His warm fresh smelling body felt good against my flesh. His right arm dropped over my chest as he snuggled close to me. His head came down on my pillow and rubbed against the side of mine. Lying together he began to move his hand over my chest. He moved tighter against me and I could feel his breaths getting deeper. Against my hips his cock began to swell and knew I was in trouble again. He felt my jerk of resistance as his hand moved down to my lower belly. "Easy baby," he cooed in my ear. "just relax, we been here before. I want some more of you." His hand leaving my lower belly, he parted my butt cheeks and pointed his hard cock at my hole again. "Please man, don't," I begged! "I'm too sick for this." He stopped his forward movement and spoke. "A good fuck will clear the cobwebs out of your head. Understand," he asked? My silence confirmed I was listening to what he had to say. "Now I already busted your ass open. It's easy from here on." Softly I asked what he wanted of me this time? Patting my face cheek he answered, "That's more like it!" He pealed himself from my back and got off the bed. He went back into the bathroom and returned fast. Walking over to the opposite side of the bed he stopped in front of me. Squatting down so he was face-to-face level he spoke. " Dude you got an ass on you that wouldn't quit." He looked me in the eyes and knew I was broken. He stood slowly and I watched the huge cock that had been inside me last night. I rolled over on my back again. He pushed my legs open wide as he crawled in bed and sat between them. I tried not to look at him but the sight of his cock swelled up hard and pointing at his belly was hard not to look at. I heard him cough up some spit and he dropped it in his palm. Looking down at me he asked, "You ready?" Without waiting for an answer he told me to raise my legs up and as I did he scooted in closer to me. I watched as he applied the spit to his cock and moved his hand up and down the shaft. " "Ok Jason, time to give me your pussy," he said as he crawled up over my body. His weight forced my legs back and my hips arched up naturally towards his cock. Reaching between us he guided his cock towards my hole. When he found the right spot, "contact" came from his lips. As more and more of his weight settled over me, more and more of his cock inched inside me. I gowned loud and my natural instants were to garb a hold of his body. He cooed in my ear and sucked my ear lob as we became one again. He was right; the pain in my head was gone. All I could think about was the pain in my ass! As his hips pushed the last inch of his cock into me I felt his large balls hanging off my butt cheeks. I was taking deep breaths and already sweating. "Easy baby, you got all of it now," he whispered as he cuddled me. He held my head in his hands and kissed my lips. He opened my mouth and gently French kissed me. Don't ask me how, but he calmed me down doing that. I somehow felt better and opened my eyes to look at his. In the morning light that lit the room, he looked really handsome to me. He gently moved his hips out a little and then back into me. My eyes squinted from the pain and he saw that. "Sorry baby, its gets easier." He began his movements in and out of me faster. I couldn't believe it but my cock was swelled so hard against his lower warm belly. His thick hair down there massaged my cock head as he moved. He held me tight and I found myself wrapping my arms around his back. As the bed started to squeak I began to moan. He jack hammered me hard a few times and slowed down so I could catch my breath again. With his mouth against my ear lying on the pillow with me he cooed, "Baby you're a natural at this!" Somehow I wasn't offended as I thought I would be. He pumped me fast and then slow as we both worked towards climax. I know my eyes were rolled in the back of my head as I all thought about was here and now. "Oh baby, Oh baby," and I knew it was happening. Stopping balls deep in me he sucked in deep breaths of air with each time his cock fired inside me. I closed my eyes and allowed it to happen. I found myself rubbing the vertebras in his back up and down as he shot in me. He went limp on top of me as I still held him tight. My actions came somehow natural to me as I lay in afterglow. Scott coughed a few times and arched his hips back and his soft cock slipped from my slimy hole. He sucked the end of my noise and grinned all his white teeth at me. "Beautiful baby," he said loud as he rolled over on his side. Continued... Forced Ch. 02 This story has themes of forced sex. Please do not read if you are offended by or dislike such themes. ~~~~~~~~~~ In the four weeks following the incident at the gas station Damon and Louise began the gradual process of pulling themselves together. Louise gradually began to forgive herself for her slight arousal during her violation and the disappointment in her husband's weakness in the face of the big black aggressor. Her mind still frequently floated back to that night but the memories were becoming less traumatic as her mind settled on the impressive black member she was forced to pleasure rather than the gun pointed at Damon's head or the dead attendant. She did not understand her fascination with her attacker's cock but the memory of it was not entirely unpleasant. She knew that the incident had hit Damon harder despite the fact that it was her who was assaulted. She could not help being a little annoyed at this but she was outwardly very supportive of him. They had not made love since the night before the gas station incident. Louise hoped that Damon would try and make a move soon. For the first couple of weeks she could not have faced it, but as the terror subsided her libido began to grow again. She did not want to rush Damon though. She just made sure that she dressed sexily for bed, trying to make it clear that she was ready as soon as he was. Louise had noticed Damon looking at her a lot with lust in his eyes but he still made no move. She was beginning to get a bit confused; what was he waiting for? Damon was struggling. He had been completely emasculated during the hold up at the gas station. He felt he was utterly helpless as he watched the monster control his wife and make her suck him until he came in her mouth. He felt worse as he saw a slight but obvious disappointment in Louise's eyes when she looked at him, when he remained silent and did not help her plead for their lives. Damon was finding this really hard to get over. To make things worse he saw that massive black cock in his wife's mouth every time he closed his eyes or had any kind of sexual thought. He began to notice a couple of weeks after the gas station hell that he had not had an erection. He thought long and hard but could not recall a single one since then. He tried masturbating but despite significant effort he could not coax his member to life; thoughts of Louise with a massive black cock always got in the way. He realised he was impotent. He began to get stressed about the situation as it became obvious to him that Louise was ready for sex. She was dressing sexier every night and was obviously waiting for him to make a move. By the end of the first four weeks both were becoming frustrated. They had always had an active sex life, rarely making love less than five times a week. Going an entire month without sex was unheard of. Damon knew he had to try something. As they got into bed that evening Louise was a vision. She was dressed in a tiny see-through baby-doll nightie. Damon looked her in the eyes and smiled. 'You look stunning.' 'You like?' Louise purred with a wink. Damon's eyes traced down her body. She really was in unbelievably good shape. Her full boobs were heaving under the thin sheer material. Her nipples were sticking out as far as they could. Louise had truly beautiful boobs, but as Damon gazed at them he was reminded of that night four weeks ago. Her nipples had been just as hard then, although it was fear that time and not arousal. As his mind slipped back to that night his thoughts of impotence hit him hard; could he go through with this and risk disappointed Louise again? He dragged himself back into the room and continued his visual journey until he reached Louise's perfectly shaved mound. He was truly turned on but his cock had not responded at all yet. He was getting worried. Louise climbed into bed seductively, leaned into Damon and began to gently kiss him on his lips. He immediately grabbed her close, squeezed her hard and kissed her with passion and release. The kissing was frantic and deep. They rolled all around the bed, their lips locked. Damon's hands grabbed her ass firmly. He marvelled at the two handfuls of perfectly formed soft flesh. Damon's heart skipped a beat as Louise's hands began to work their way down to his waist. He wanted to push her hand away; give his flaccid piece more time to spring into action. He knew he could not without spoiling the moment. These thoughts were not helping one bit. Louise was excited. She was already wet and could not wait to have her man inside her once more. However, as her hand finally reached Damon's cock two thoughts immediately ran through her mind. Despite its obvious truth she felt immediately guilty about the first thought; 'Oh my god this is so much smaller than the last cock I held.' The second thought followed in an instant; 'Why the hell is he not hard?' She felt disappointed and annoyed but she continued to try and work it, rubbing as hard and fast as she could. Damon's stress was growing rapidly. He knew in his heart that he could not do it, he could not get hard. After another five minutes of kissing, fondling and rubbing he could take it no longer. He pushed himself away and turned his face away. 'I can't do it. I'm so sorry. I just can't.' 'What's wrong Damon?' 'I, err, I, err, I just can't, you know? I can't get hard.' He stammered. 'Don't worry my love. It can happen to anyone.' Louise was all sympathy. 'We can try again soon.' 'It's no good. I have not been able to get an erection since...you know?' 'Oh. Well I am sure it will sort itself out soon.' Damon was not convinced. He turned over and went to sleep. Louise could not sleep. She was incredibly frustrated. She had been horny for two weeks now and when Damon finally made a move he could not get it up. She felt a very unfair resentment that Damon was letting the man from the gas station control him even now in the safety of their own bed. As soon as she heard sleep noises from Damon she touched herself with her fingers. She bent her knees up and spread her legs a little and began to run her fingers around her moist lips. Louise rarely masturbated; it must have been three or four years since she had last felt the need to; but strong sexual feelings coursed through her body as her fingers played with her increasingly wet lips. She lost herself in her arousal before sinking two fingers inside herself. She moved them in and out rubbing them past her inflamed clitoris every time. The feelings that filled her body were wonderful; she had missed them over the past month. She was so lost in herself that her fingers almost had a life of their own. They penetrated faster and faster, getting ever wetter and wetter. It took her only five minutes to bring herself to the point of orgasm. She bit her lip and placed her other hand hard over her mouth to stop herself making ecstatic noises as her back arched and her pelvis pumped back against her fingers. She had not felt such intensity for a long time. She felt a massive release of her sexual frustration. After a few more intense moments of bliss she laid back and relaxed. She even allowed her mind to wander onto thoughts of the big black cock that was the subject of her last sexual encounter. The tingling between her legs got a little bit stronger as she did. Her frustration was obviously warping her mind. That last sexual encounter was assault not love making. She drifted off into sleep. On the other side of the bed Damon felt like he had a massive hole in his stomach. He had not fallen asleep; he had faked it to avoid any more conversation with Louise about his impotence. However, the last few minutes made it crystal clear to him that she was both frustrated and disappointed in his inability to satisfy it. ~~~~~~~~~~ The next morning Louise woke to the sound of the shower. She got out of bed and slipped off her nightie and walked into the shower behind Damon. She was not ready to give up. She put her arms around him with her hands on his chest. She gently kissed all over the top of his back. 'Look Lou, I really do not think I can.' 'Shhh. Let's just play. What will happen will happen. Let's just enjoy ourselves.' Louise grabbed the soap and began to wash Damon's body. He marvelled at the suds as they cascaded over her beautiful naked form. She spent a long time washing every part of his body except for between his legs. Eventually she got to this area and she gently rubbed the soapy suds all over them. She was slow and meticulous. It felt amazing but there was still no life down there. Louise did not react at all; she simply said brightly 'My turn.' Damon did not need asking twice. He washed her hair, her face and her back before starting on her tits. He rubbed the soap all over them. They felt so good in his hands; he squeezed them and pinched her nipples until she let out a moan of pleasure. He moved in and took one in his mouth. He gently sucked on her perfect breast whilst she leaned her head back and let the water flow over them. He moved onto the other boob before going down on his knees and planting a million tiny kisses all over her stomach, thighs and eventually her pussy. She pushed his head into her body as he began to lick her lips and stick his tongue inside her. He was enthusiastic if a little lacking in talent. It certainly got Louise heavily aroused but he almost entirely missed her clitoris. She kept him down there for over ten minutes but never came anywhere near to orgasm. She eventually let him up and they kissed passionately for a long time. She reached down to see if shower fun had done the trick. It had not and so with one last loving kiss she got out the shower and Damon followed. Damon had enjoyed the experience immensely but was still frustrated at his own impotence. Over the next three weeks they tried many more times without success. Louise resigned herself to the fact that her only chance of orgasm was masturbation which, for the first time in her life, had become a daily pleasure. ~~~~~~~~~~ It was seven weeks since the gas station incident; Louise and Damon were watching a film in their lounge on Saturday night when there was a loud knock on their front door. Damon immediately looked nervous and twitchy. Ever since the gas station incident every unanticipated knock on the door had elicited the same reaction. His fear was that the criminal and his posse had their address. Of course, up until this point his fear had been unfounded. That was about to change. Damon grabbed his gun, made sure that the chain was on the door and held the gun behind his back before his cracked open the door and looked out. His heart almost stopped as his fears were realised. Standing before him was the huge black guy from the gas station with a big smile on his face. He was accompanied by another smaller, although still huge, black guy. 'Hello pissy boy.' He grinned at Damon before kicking the front door wide open. The chain provided little resistance as the door smashed into Damon's face knocking him heavily to the floor. In an instant the two men were inside and the smaller man kicked Damon hard in the balls. Damon creased double in agony; his hands holding onto his swelling testicles. The gun had fallen out of his hand. At that moment Louise came rushing through and let out a little scream as she saw the two men standing over her husband. 'Hello again sweet Louise.' Her former captor smiled at her. She stood motionless. She could not see guns on the men but she did not doubt that they were hidden on their person somewhere. Despite herself she was impressed by the arrogance of these two alpha males. They were not holding them at gunpoint but they were in complete control and were not in the slightest bit concerned by the loaded gun that was a mere ten inches from Damon. They felt no threat from her husband at all. The man from the gas station walked over to her and put his arm around her shoulders; her body was shaking with fear. 'Don't worry. I ain't here to hurt you. Me and you are gonna do some breeding.' He laughed at her look of fright. On hearing this Damon tried to put the pain out of his mind and he went for the gun. He was not fast enough. The other man grabbed him by the neck and dragged him into the lounge. 'Now pissy boy. Have you been giving your hot bitch what she deserves?' The larger man asked. Damon said nothing. 'I asked you a question boy. Have you been hitting this fine white ass?' Damon still said nothing until the other man punched him in the stomach. 'Oh please don't hurt him anymore.' Louise pleaded. 'He will stop getting hurt when he starts talking. Pissy boy? Have you been fucking this bitch?' 'No.' Damon whispered. 'What? I can't hear you.' Damon lost control and exploded. 'I SAID NO. THANKS TO YOU I CAN'T GET IT UP.' Damon immediately regretted it. Both men were laughing hard at him. 'Oh man. How can you not get it up for a hot bitch like her? You really are useless pissy boy. Tell me bitch, why don't you have kids? You use protection or is pissy boy here firing blanks.' Louise was feeling a bit confused. She was really scared but not nearly as much as last time but she did not know why. She was about to get raped and she knew it but something about the way these impressive specimens of man so easily controlled Damon caused a little stirring deep inside her. She realised that the big one was talking to her now so she put her confusion to one side and said 'We don't use contraception, we are Catholic. I do not know why we have not had babies.' 'Well it is your lucky night tonight Damon. We will find out whether it is you or the bitch who is to blame 'cus I know I am not firing blanks. Tell them how I know brother.' His companion spoke for the first time. 'My brother here uses white ass to breed. He has five kids with five different white bitches. Boy, he is gonna knock your bitch up good.' 'No don't, please don't. I will give you anything. What do you want? Money?' Damon sounded pathetic pleading with these men. 'One more sound out of you boy and my brother here will fuck you up good. Now be a good little boy and sit there quietly. I want you to listen as I fuck your wife in your bed. I want you to hear as I make her cum harder than you have ever been able to make her cum. I want you to hear as I plant my seed deep inside her cunt.' Damon's heart as breaking. Yet again he was rendered helpless by this man. Meanwhile Louise's body was beginning to shake even more as the moment of rape approached ever closer. A shiver of fear passed through her body as he forcefully lead her up the stairs and into their bedroom. When they got in there he told her to get naked. She obeyed without a word. He stood admiring her perfect shaking form for a few seconds before stripping his own clothes off. Louise's fear did not stop her noticing how beautiful and sculpted his body was. Large, well formed muscles, perfect smooth brown skin, enormous thick cock and that lovely smell she had noticed last time. She certainly found him sexually attractive; his arrogance and confidence just added to this. For some reason her fear was beginning to wane slightly. He walked over to her and gently led her down onto her knees. 'Make me hard, just like you did last time.' She grabbed his flaccid cock in her hand and began to lick and suck the tip. He obviously enjoyed it when she licked around the base of his head, he groaned with pleasure. This feedback caused an unexpected stirring between her own legs and she carried on a little more enthusiastically. It did not take long to get him fully hard and proud. She had to admire his magnificence. What happened next she did not expect. In one effortless move he lifted he into the air and laid her gently on the bed before burying his head between her legs. She gasped as she felt his tongue tasting her sex, flicking her clitoris, playing with her swollen lips. Yet again her body was betraying her. Despite him forcing himself on her after abusing her Damon he was obviously keen for her to enjoy the experience and she could not stop herself getting very wet. He was so much better at this than Damon, he targeted her clitoris most of all and he was gradually bringing her towards orgasm. As he brought her closer and closer she actually lost herself in the moment. It was as if she was in autopilot as her pelvis began to grind against his face and as she used her hands to push his head deeper. He knew he was good and he carried on relentlessly until she finally exploded into orgasm. She let out several loud moans as her body rocked in the involuntary spasms of orgasm. This felt so good; the fear of the sexual assault combined with the obvious talents of this man and his surprisingly tender approach was intoxicating. She could not remember the last time she had cum so hard. A tear began to fall down Damon's face as he heard his wife in the throes of ecstasy. He felt impotent, helpless and let down. He knew she had no choice but to hear her orgasm like he had not been able to deliver was like a shot through the heart. 'Dude, she must be loving it. He ain't even started fucking her yet.' His babysitter smirked at him. Upstairs the perfectly formed man was now on top of Louise. Her post orgasmic state had left her a bit looser than usual but she was still a bit apprehensive about that huge girth fitting inside her. She needn't have worried. Yet again he was gentle and tender. He positioned the tip of his cock on her red hot lips. The heat from her made him harder, if that was possible. He gently eased his cock a little way inside her. She gasped with pleasure at the feeling of fullness and stretching. He slowly moved the end of his rock in and out of her. He was so thick that he was in constant contact with her extremely sensitive clitoris. He kept this up for a long time; letting just a couple of inches inside. She felt herself getting close to orgasm again. He noticed her breathing quicken and so he increased his pace whilst being careful not to go too deep too soon. Suddenly the fireworks of her orgasm exploded again. She had never experienced sex like this before; this man was so very good. She let out moan after moan as her body pulsed and she pushed herself further onto his throbbing cock. Her entire body tingled as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure coursed through every fibre of her being. The man inside her was nowhere near finished yet. All feelings of fear had completely disappeared now. She was lost on a world of unbelievable uncontrollable pleasure. During her orgasm she had pushed herself onto his cock so that there was about five inches of it inside her. She could not believe how full she felt; there was pain but he had approached her with such tenderness that the pain was manageable and only served to enhance the pleasure. He pushed himself as deep as he could go. She gasped with pain as he bottomed out once he had nine inches inside her. He pulled back and began to fill her completely with every stroke. The feeling was amazing; how could she fit so much inside her. She wrapped her legs around his back and pushed her pussy up against his cock every time he pushed in. He kept up a steady rhythm for another twenty minutes or so during which time he made her cum another two times. Damon had been crying all the time; he was soaked in his own tears as his babysitter smiled at him. Eventually the man inside Louise was getting close to cumming. As he did he finally started to pick up speed; pumping his massive cock in and out of her with incredible speed. The extra pace was having a big affect on Louise; she could feel the biggest orgasm yet approaching. A short time later they both started to cum hard. He let out long loud moans of pleasure as he pumped stream after stream of thick sticky cum deep inside her; straight inside her receptive womb. Louise could not control herself; she let out scream upon scream. Without thinking she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply and passionately. Their bodies convulsed in harmony as they kissed and came for the longest time. Forced Ch. 02 'Damn. You are some sexy-ass white bitch. You have fun?' He winked at her, knowing that she had, as he rolled off. She didn't respond she just lay on her back, exhausted and spent but more satisfied than she could ever remember being. All she could think was 'How is Damon ever going to satisfy me again?' 'See you soon bitch.' He smirked, got dressed and went downstairs. Louise just lay there on the bed. As she heard them leave feelings of guilt at her pleasure began to enter her head, closely followed by thoughts about whether she might be pregnant with a black man's baby. She did not know why but she thought she would be. To her surprise the thought did not fill her with dread. After a long time, too long Louise thought, Damon came upstairs to find his wife still sprawled out naked on her back on the bed. Her legs were a little way apart and he could see her stretched, deep red pussy with a little bit of white cum dripping out. His first feelings were of jealousy. He knew this was wrong, his principal concern should be for his wife but his jealousy won through. It made him hate himself. He noticed that there was not much of a wet patch on the sheets. He had seen before how much cum that man produces so there must be a whole lot of it deep inside his wife. The thought that she might be pregnant made him feel sick. He ran to the bathroom and threw up. This pulled Louise out of her post-coital stupor only for her to have yet more feelings of resentment and disappointment towards Damon. She began to wander whether she would be able to truly respect him as a man ever again. She genuinely did not know the answer but knew she would try because her love for him was true and deep. Over the following days she began to justify her actions and feelings to herself. She did have no choice but to have sex with that man. Surely it was better to give herself to him and get some pleasure from it than it was to get brutally raped. She managed to make herself feel less guilty with these thoughts. What she had difficulty with was getting any kind of sexual arousal from Damon. His impotence was still going strong and she used this as an opportunity to stop trying so much. She needed Damon to be a strong alpha male if he was going to start turning her on again. Until then she preferred to get her satisfaction from masturbation whilst letting her mind drift back to the best sex she had ever experienced. The whole experience had turned Damon into a nervous, broken man. He found it hard to look at his wife. He resented her for having orgasms with that man. How could she have enjoyed it? He decided that they had to move house. For a few weeks Louise was not convinced but what happened next changed her mind. Forced Ch. 02 Readers, here is the next, likely less-contentious installment of Victor and Jennifer's saga. It's also quite long, something of a 'slow burn.' If you're just tuning in, I would recommend reading it, or you might feel lost. I have one more chapter in mind. If you would be willing to take the time to vote (and comment!), like any author, I would certainly appreciate it. Feedback is always welcome, as well. Thanks for reading my story! * Victor had to will himself to get out of bed. His back still ached from where he had been hit with the crowbar, even four days after Saul and Joe had broken into their house. His headaches persisted, although to a lesser degree, and he tired easily. But he had to get up, and get to work. Jennifer was depending on him. Even if she never spoke to him again, he was determined to support her. His physical injuries paled in comparison to how he felt inside. He woke every day with a few precious seconds of freedom from the oppressive guilt and shame that inevitably flooded in when he was fully conscious. Every morning, his reality descended, a crushing weight that made it difficult to do anything. Jennifer had scarcely been home, staying out after school with friends, coming back when it was dark and late. It worried him. If he was honest with himself, it scared him half to death to think of her alone out there. But he couldn't say anything to her, he couldn't express his concern and desire for her to be home, safe. He had fucked her. He fucked his little sister; more like raped her, he thought, and come in her mouth. Why would she want to be in the same house as him? He could hardly expect her to respond to his worry for her with anything besides disregard and contempt. Why be worried about her well-being now, after he'd everything he'd done to her? Not only had he fucked her, but he had become aroused even after they had fulfilled Saul's sick desires. She must think he had gotten off on her being forced to be with him. He was ashamed of how turned on he had been in a situation where she was so terrified. He wrestled every day with his self-loathing and disgust. The hatred he felt toward himself was comprehensive and unabated, crippling him in the trappings of day-to-day life. He dragged himself to work, spending most of his time in the store room with paperwork, avoiding his employees and customers. Victor would come home directly afterward in case she was there, trying to rein in his hope. She never was, and his occasional post-work beer became an everyday thing. In fact, the last couple nights, he'd had several, and had passed out from the alcohol and exhaustion before she'd even gotten home. This irresponsibility only cemented his hatred. Victor stumbled into the shower. Jennifer was long gone, headed off to school for her final days before graduation. He stood under the spray, the hot water beating down on him, his bruises aching under the assault. He washed his hair and face, and began to gingerly wash his bruised body. Looking down at himself was unbearable, his penis an ever-present reminder of what he had done to Jennifer. All he could think when he saw it was the devastation it had wrought, the life it had ruined. He squeezed his eyes shut as his throat tightened, clenching his fist. It was over, but he was so angry, so powerless, so useless. He was unable to save her while it was happening, and he could do nothing now to make it better, to mend their relationship. Victor pounded the tile wall of the shower with his fist, grunting in frustration. He pressed his forearm against the wall and rested his forehead on it, closing his eyes, trying to stop thinking about the horror and pain of that night. But every time he closed his eyes, all he saw was Jennifer. Naked, warm and soft underneath him; deep blue eyes searching his as pushed into her; coming around him as he rubbed her clit. His breathing quickened in repulsion. His cock was starting to throb, becoming engorged as Victor was unable to stay the stream of images from that night. He willed himself to stop, begged his erection to go away, but it wouldn't. Jennifer, looking up at him with his cock in her mouth. On her knees, bent, waiting for him to fuck her, vulva puffy and glistening with arousal. Jennifer swallowing his cum. Victor's hand had moved to his cock and started stroking it without his notice. With an anguished cry, he jerked his hand away. He punched the shower wall, hard, splitting a knuckle, breathing hard. What the fuck was wrong with him? Fantasizing about the time he raped his sister? How could the memories of that night, where he destroyed their relationship and hurt her, damaged her permanently, arouse him? He was so ashamed and disgusted with himself, he had considered suicide. But he couldn't leave Jennifer. He wouldn't, even if she would never allow him into her life again. His cock was still hard. He just wanted it to go away. He didn't want to come, the act no longer even pleasurable for him, but didn't want to deal with having a hard-on crop up throughout the day. He closed his eyes and forced himself to think of his ex-girlfriend, Nicole. She was a hot blonde and had loved to fuck, loved to ride him and have him play with her tits. He thought of her on top of him, cock buried deep in her pussy, hips grinding back and forth against him. He masturbated furiously, willing himself to orgasm. He thought of how wet and tight Nicole had been, and how she'd loved it when he'd stuck a finger in her ass as she came. He remember how it felt to come inside of her, to be so deep in her he could feel his dick hitting the deepest part of her, fingers manipulating her clit until Jennifer orgasmed underneath him, her tight pussy clenching around him, drawing his seed into her. Immediately, Victor started to come as this unwanted imagery forced its way into his mind's eye. Grimacing, he shot his load onto the shower floor, trying not to think of fucking his sister, and failing. He remembered the feel of her tongue on the underside of his cock as his cum spurted into her mouth, remembered the sweet taste of her as he tongued her sex. The last of his orgasm draining from him, Victor watched as the water washed his cum away from him, down the drain. He felt numb. He had reached a place so low he couldn't comprehend the depth of his self-hatred. As if in a trance, he turned off the shower and stepped out of the stall, reaching for a towel. * * * Jennifer went through her days barely present, skating through the last couple weeks of school on her good grades. She couldn't sleep, so leaving the house early wasn't a problem. She couldn't look Victor in the eye. Indeed, their interaction had been extremely limited in the days since the attack. When she did see him, he looked terrible, dark circles hollowing his eyes. Once lively and mischievous, his soft brown eyes now had a faraway, deadened quality, emphasized by the sallow tint his skin had taken on recently. She felt like she was looking into the eyes of a corpse of someone she herself had killed, that it was staring back at her, unseeing. She couldn't bear it. In her desperate fear, she had forced Victor to be with her, despite his obvious aversion and reluctance, and it had clearly ruined him. It had been almost a week since that night, and she felt more alone than ever. So she avoided going home. She went out with friends. Went out with new friends. Partied. It was nice to be around so many people having a good time. It served as a distraction, and she could forget, at least temporarily, the devastation awaiting her at home. Drinking and smoking a little pot helped, as well. Jennifer took a hit and passed the joint to the guy sitting next to her. Robert, or something. He took it from her, looking at her with a lopsided smile. He was cute. He seemed nice. "So where do you go to school? Mercer?" he asked. "Yeah, just for a couple more weeks. Then I graduate. What about you?" "Oh, I'm going to Bel-Red Community College. Studying hospitality management." He passed the joint along and leaned back against the couch cushions. "Cool. What are you going to do in hospitality?" Jennifer was feigning interest; management of any type had always seemed boring to her. Even if that's what Victor did. She felt her stomach drop at the thought of him. "I want to move to Barbados. Manage a hotel down there. Live on the beach! Fuck yeah, that would be awesome," he grinned at her. "You can come visit me." Jennifer smiled indulgently, but she was still thinking of Victor. She shook her head slightly, as if to jar him loose. "That sounds great," she said, moving a little closer to him and relaxing into the couch. She touched his knee, playing with the bunched up fabric of his jeans there. "You know, you're really cute." Robert smiled and pushed her hair behind her ear, letting his fingers trail across her jawline. "Thanks. You're really fucking hot." Jennifer giggled and leaned into him, moving her hand to his chest. She looked up at him expectantly. She wanted him to kiss her, to keep her from thinking about Victor, to occupy her mind with the present. Robert slid his arm around her back and pulled her closer, their faces inches apart. He gave her that lopsided smile and pressed his mouth to hers. As he kissed her, his hand tightened at her waist, and she threw one knee over his lap, straddling him. The room was dark, and heavy with smoke. Jennifer's friend Ashley had brought her here, promising a good time with college guys. Ashley had gone off with one, leaving Jennifer with Robert, who she had just met, and a handful of people she didn't know. She was feeling pretty good, had a good buzz going and was feeling the smoothness of the weed roll over her. But Victor was still spoiling her mood, waiting for her the second her focus faltered, cutting through her thoughts mercilessly. It had to stop. She pulled back from their kiss and giggled, grinding her hips against him a little. Leaning forward, pressing her breasts against his chest, putting her lips close to his ear, she whispered, "Can we go somewhere more private?" She felt Robert's hands drift to her ass and gently squeeze. "Oh god, yes, please." Jennifer laughed and climbed off of him, standing up. He stood and took her hand, leading her out of the apartment's living room, opening doors. A closet. A bathroom. An office. Finally, an empty bedroom. She didn't know whose it was, didn't even know whose apartment they were in. Robert led her in, shutting the door behind her as she moved to the bed. "Is this better?" Robert said, walking to her and putting his hands on her hips. "Yes, much." Jennifer smiled and put her arms around his neck, tilting her head back to meet his lips. Robert kissed her and gently pushed her back onto the bed. Jennifer tried to concentrate on the feel of his lips on hers, his stubble rough on her chin, tried to expel Victor from her mind. She pressed her hand against his lower back, pulling his pelvis against hers. She heard Robert groan, and felt him pull back. He looked down at her, reaching for the buttons on her cardigan. He pushed the sweater off of her shoulders, then helped her take it off, throwing it aside. Jennifer reached for Robert's t-shirt, pulling it up and over his head. His body was lean, athletic, like a runner. Not like Victor's burly, muscular upper body. The comparison was automatic and her stomach dropped. She pushed the thought away and pulled Robert down to her, kissing him forcefully. She felt his hands at the hem of her sheer camisole, slipping underneath, moving to her breasts. Jennifer didn't feel particularly aroused, but she let out a moan anyway to encourage things along, to distract her further. As Robert palpated her breasts, she pushed his shoulders back and took off her top, then pulled him to her once more. His mouth was wet, kind of cold – from the beer, she guessed. It was an unpleasant feeling, and he was kissing her hard, so hard her lips pushed painfully against her teeth. His hands were rough on her breasts, harried and careless. They kissed for a few minutes, and Jennifer felt her throat tightening; she couldn't keep Victor from her thoughts, how strong and safe he felt around her, how gentle his touch was. How aroused she had been. Time to hurry things along again. She used her hands to scoot back, away from Robert, and sat up. "Take my bra off." Robert didn't hesitate, reaching behind her and unhooking the lacy white undergarment. She shrugged her shoulders out of the straps, Robert setting it off to the side as he moved over her. He kissed her on the mouth, then along her jaw, and down her neck. Goose bumps spread over her skin at the new exposure, his saliva cooling on the places he had kissed. She felt his hand on her breast and his mouth move to take in her hardened nipple, tongue swirling over her aureola. Jennifer moaned as Robert moved to her other breast. A dull throb was beginning between her legs. Finally. She reached between them, under Robert's chest, for the fly of her jeans, unbuttoning them and tugging the zipper down. She grabbed Robert's hand from her breast and pushed it down to her crotch. He let out a groan at the hot, moist feel of her under his fingers, even through her underwear. Still laving her breasts, he started rubbing her pussy, pushing the gusset of her panties between her lips and feeling for her clit. He pushed the crotch of her underwear to one side and pressed his fingers against her cunt, gently circling his palm against her vulva. Jennifer arched her back and gasped as one of his fingers slid into her. "Oh, god," she said breathlessly. "Yeah, that feels so good." Robert looked up at her as he pushed his finger in and out; she was moaning and writhing under his hand. Robert sat back on his knees, moving both hands to her jeans and starting to tug them down. Jennifer raised her hips and put her knees together as he slid them off. She watched Robert then unbutton his own jeans, push them down and kick them off, leaving him in his boxers. She could see his dick straining against the fabric, a wet spot forming at the head. He looked down at her, one hand rubbing his cock, breathing heavily. Jennifer hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties and started to take them off. Robert helped free her feet of them, and she laid back, spreading her legs wide. Again, Robert surveyed Jennifer prostrate before him, pulling his dick out and stroking it. He rested one hand atop her pussy, thumb pressing between her lips, searching for her clit. "Jesus, you're sexy. Man, it's been a while since I've seen hair on a pussy," Robert said. "I like it." Jennifer stopped at hearing her anatomy referred to in such a detached way, as though it were no longer a part of her, just a device to use and discard. He didn't care if she found it alienating; he wasn't even thinking about it. And she did. She looked at this stranger in front of her, turning what had been, historically, a safe, intimate act for her into a meaningless, carnal encounter. Everything was so strange about this situation, and she was suddenly painfully aware of how alone she felt, how desperately alone and sad she was. How differently she felt than when she was with Victor - all through her life, to be sure, but especially how he made her feel during the attack. The tight knot in her throat grew larger, and she let out a choked sob. That safety was gone. She wouldn't feel like that again. Robert looked at her, confused. "Hey, are you okay?" Jennifer pulled away from him and sat up, grabbing her underwear and pulling it up her legs quickly as she got off the bed. "I'm sorry," she said, trying to keep from bursting into tears. "I have to go." "Okay, sure, of course. You look really upset, is there something I can do? Are you okay to get home by yourself?" She turned to him. The sweet, concerned expression on his face was touching, but made her feel even worse for leaving him confused and, most likely, freaked out. He probably wasn't a bad guy, just a horny college kid eager to get his rocks off. "No, it's fine, I'm sorry." She pulled on her pants and camisole, grabbing her bra and cardigan and turning to go. "It's nothing you did, I'm messed up, I'm sorry. I have to go." Jennifer grabbed her purse and fled the apartment, pulling on her cardigan as she made her way to her car. All effects of the weed and beer were gone now, vanquished by the escalating emotional turmoil. She started to cry as she reached her car, opening the door and sliding into the driver's seat. For several minutes, Jennifer rested her head on her hands on the steering wheel and sobbed. She felt empty. She felt hollow. Her sole source of stability and security in her life was gone, and she couldn't blame him for never wanting to return. Tears streamed down her face as she fought to regain her composure, at least enough to drive home. The worst of it had passed. Jennifer took a deep breath and sat back against the seat, closing her eyes and focusing on her breathing for a minute. She felt somewhat better now, or, if not better, exactly, capable of operating a motor vehicle. She turned the key in the ignition and began the drive home. She wanted nothing more than to see Victor, but she dreaded returning to their forever altered relationship, seeing how he couldn't meet her eyes. Watching him spiraling down. Their house didn't feel like home to her anymore. * * * Victor woke with a start at the slam of the back door in the kitchen. He looked around blearily; he had passed out in the recliner in the living room. He still felt kind of drunk. Not a surprise, considering he hadn't had any dinner and elected to break out the bourbon after work. But Jennifer was home. As with every time she arrived home, he didn't know what to do and was paralyzed. He wanted to go to her, take her in his arms and crush her to his chest at her safe return. But he didn't want to force himself on her, to subject her to him after what he had done to her. He had news for her from the police, though, about the break in. They had called the police the following morning, both too traumatized the night of the attack to think of it. Neither of them mentioned that the intruders had forced them to touch each other. Victor hauled himself out of the recliner, unsteady on his feet, the room spinning a little. He stumbled into the kitchen, stopping in the doorway. Jennifer looked up at Victor's approach. He looked terrible. His eyes were red and puffy, his dark blonde hair was messy, and it looked dirty. She could smell the booze on him. She swallowed hard as her stomach turned at the sight of him. He looked worse every time she saw him. She really had killed him, with what she'd forced him to do; it was only a matter of time until it was literal. When she opened her mouth to say something, nothing would come out. Her throat clenched in longing and pain. "I heard from the police," Victor said. Jennifer looked like she had been crying. "They found a match for the fingerprints they pulled from the Nano." He watched her reach out and drop her purse on a side table, noticing that she was holding her bra in her hand. What the fuck had happened? Jennifer stared at him blankly for a second. "Oh," she said, "that's really great." She saw his unfocused gaze fall briefly from her face down to her chest. She realized that without her bra, her sheer camisole was transparent enough that he could probably see the dark outline of her nipples. Oh god, did he think she did it on purpose? Trying to expose herself to him? She pulled her cardigan across her chest and looked at the ground. Victor looked away, embarrassed that she had caught him looking at her chest. "Yeah, so, anyway...you know, these guys had priors, they're looking for them now. I just thought you might want to know." He turned to go. Forced Ch. 02 "Victor..." she said in a low, tentative voice. It felt like his heart skipped a beat when she said his name. He turned back to her and took a few steps into the kitchen. "What is it, Jen?" he asked softly. He wanted to be close to her, feel her soft hair against his hand and the delicate skin of her cheek as he caressed it. She looked up at him, arms still crossed over her chest. The way he was looking at her, he almost looked expectant. Maybe worried. "Um, is your back okay? How is it feeling?" Still fairly drunk, he just looked at her for several moments, into her dark blue eyes rimmed with those thick lashes, and smiled a little. "It's okay. Still sore, but getting better." Her breath caught in her throat as she felt his eyes on her. His gaze was so penetrating, she felt completely exposed and vulnerable, like he could look directly into her. She took a step toward him, relaxing a little bit. She let one of her arms fall from her chest, the fingertips of her right hand idly playing with the edge of the kitchen table. "Have you been icing it?" "Not really...the bruises are kind of hard to reach, it's hard to keep the ice in place, you know." "Victor, you should really be icing it. It will make it feel a lot better." Even in his mild drunken stupor, the irony was not lost on him. These wounds were entirely inconsequential when compared to everything else that had been hurt that night. It didn't matter if the bruises and welts healed; he would still be left with nothing, and that was an injury that would never go away. Going to the refrigerator and pulling open the freezer door, Jennifer said, "Here, sit down. Please. I'll put the ice on them and wrap an ace bandage around it to hold it in place. Take off your shirt." She could've kicked herself. She'd just asked her brother to take off his shirt, like he'd want to be disrobed to any degree in front of her. She continued as though it hadn't meant anything – which it didn't – and pulled a tray of ice cubes from the freezer. Victor stood still for a few moments, trying to process what was happening. Why was she doing this? Wouldn't she want to stay as far away from him as possible? But he didn't want their time together to end. Grimacing, he pulled his t-shirt off and turned a chair around, straddling it and resting his elbows on its back, waiting for Jennifer. Jennifer opened the drawer where they kept medicine and first aid supplies, and took out an ace bandage. She brought the bandage and the ice, inside a large Ziploc bag and covered with a clean dishtowel, to the kitchen table, seeing the wounds on Victor's muscled back for the first time. She was shocked. She had been expecting to see injuries, of course, but she didn't think they were going to be this bad. Thick, angry red welts rose from the middle of deep red and purple bruises where he had been hit with the crowbar. His back was a mess of bruises, in fact, of varying size and color. Green, brown, dark blue – he looked like he had been beat to hell, which he had. She was surprised he hadn't had any internal injuries, save for a couple broken ribs. "Victor..." Her voice trailed off. She felt tears welling in her eyes. He could hear the tremor in her voice. Was this too great a reminder? Was it too difficult to see him half naked again? "Jennifer, it's okay, you don't have to do this. Really, I'm fine," he said quietly. Still transfixed by his bruises, she responded immediately before she could second-guess his meaning. "No, no, it's just...my god, your back." Her voice cracked and her tears spilled over. Victor looked over his shoulder at Jennifer, seeing his sister's face crumple as she started to cry. He stood up and turned around, his sister inches away from him. He put his hands on her upper arms. He was desperate to pull her in and wrap his arms around her, the way he had done so many times following the death of their mother, but he didn't want to scare her. He would hold her head against his chest, gently rocking her until she calmed down and their breathing fell into sync. "Jennifer, I'm okay. They look worse than they are, I promise." She looked up at him, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Victor...I'm so sorry," she said, bursting into sobs. She buried her face in her hands as her shoulders shook. Instinctively, he pulled her closer and wrapped his arms around her, one hand cradling the back of her head as she cried against his chest. "Shh. It's okay. There's nothing to apologize for. We're safe now. We're okay." He kissed the top of her head, then rested his cheek on it. Closing his eyes, he savored how she felt, her soft hair against his skin, her light, clean scent. He was willing to stay like this forever. She was so warm, so alive in his arms. He didn't want to think about when this might happen again. Maybe never. Jennifer's body was wracked with sobs, and relief flooded through her as Victor held her tightly to him. Even with all the crying she had done over the past several days, this was the first time it had provided any sort of cathartic release for her. She could hear his heart beating, her ear pressed to his muscled chest. His heartbeat was slow and steady, each rhythmic beat reassuring her that they were there, and he was with her, and they were okay. Her sobs weakened into occasional, soft whimpers. Victor stroked her hair. He could feel her tears against his chest, hot between their skin. She pulled back and looked up at him. "Are you okay?" he said softly. What a funny question. In almost every way she could think of, the answer was no. She nodded anyway. "Jennifer...when you came in it looked like you had been crying. Did something happen tonight? Are you sure you're okay?" He pushed her hair behind ear and cupped her cheek. She shook her head. "No, nothing happened. I'm fine, really. It's just, you know..." She swallowed and looked away. "I know." He kissed her forehead, one arm still wrapped around her waist. His lips stayed pressed against her skin. Jennifer closed her eyes, basking in this moment, his grip tight around her. She took a deep breath and exhaled. "Victor, I'm sorry, but...you really need a bath." Victor pulled back and laughed in surprise. "Hey, cut me some slack, I'm not moving so good right now." He paused. "You're probably right, I think it's been a few days since I showered. I don't really remember." She looked up at his drawn face, tired eyes and dirty hair. Here he was, comforting her as he was falling apart. "Victor...please, feel free to say no, but...let me help you. Let me at least wash your hair for you. Reaching up must hurt your shoulders. Then we can ice it." How drunk was he? Had he heard her right? He furrowed his brow as he tried to process her words. "Never mind. I'm sorry, forget it," Jennifer said, starting to pull away. He tightened his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to keep her from leaving, then relaxed his grip, worried she would feel trapped. "No, no...please, I would really appreciate that. I could use the help," he said. A hopeful smile broke across her face. "Okay. Okay. Well, go run the bath, I need to change and then I'll be in." He smiled down at her. "Okay," he said, kissing her forehead again. "Thank you, Jen." Jennifer stepped back as he released her, gathered her bra as he left the kitchen for the bathroom. She put the bag of ice back in the freezer. In her room, Jennifer changed into a pair of black yoga leggings and a pink tank top. She looked like hell, she thought, stopping by her vanity. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying – a new, permanent state, it seemed – and her hair was a tangled mess. She quickly pulled a brush through her hair, then headed for the bathroom. Victor had gingerly eased himself into the bathtub, the water hot and steaming. He had drunkenly debated for a minute about adding some bath gel to the water, to create some bubbles and relieve them both of having to ignore his total nudity, and then did it. The bath had accumulated a thick layer of foamy bubbles. He heard Jennifer's tentative knock on the door. "Come in," he said. Jennifer went in and closed the door behind her. She wasn't sure why, but it felt more private. Even though they were alone. Exterior doors locked, new alarm system activated. She pulled a towel from the rack, folded it, and put it on the floor next to the tub. "How is it?" she asked. He smiled. "It feels really nice. It's nice to have you here. Thank you, again." Jennifer smiled as she pulled the shampoo and conditioner from the separate shower. Drunk Victor was so nice and grateful. She grabbed a cup from the sink counter and returned to the side of the tub, kneeling on the towel. She didn't know what to say. She didn't want to freak him out. "It's the least I can do," she said softly, dipping the cup into the hot water. "Lean forward." Victor leaned forward and closed his eyes as she slowly poured the water across his shoulders. He basked in her gentle touch as she ran a washcloth over his muscled back, careful to avoid the welts, barely touching his bruises. She took one of his arms at the elbow, his hand resting on her forearm, and lifted it slowly, using the washcloth on his underarm. She did the other side, then filled the cup again. Reaching across him made getting water on herself unavoidable as it trickled down her arms, and her tank top clung to her wet splotches. Despite the humid warmth in the room, the wet fabric was giving her a chill. "Tilt your head back." Shielding his forehead with her hand, Jennifer poured the water over his thick, dark blonde hair, then ran her fingers through it. She did it again, studying Victor's face. She had always known he was a good looking guy, but he seemed different to her now. His strong jaw, wide mouth, his nose a shade too large for his face – he was really handsome. And his eyes, his kind, brown eyes and dark brows...her brother was gorgeous. Affection surged through her, seeing him in this vulnerable, weakened state, his trust in her. She squeezed some shampoo into her hand, then gently worked it into his hair, fingertips massaging his scalp. "That feels so good, Jennifer," Victor said, sounding drowsy. "I love the way you touch me." Jennifer froze, her heart in her throat. His words gave her butterflies. Would he say something like that if he hated her for what she made him do?Was he not cringing inside at her touch, a reminder of that night? "Jen? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," he said, slurring his words just a little. "It just feels so nice." She resumed working her fingers through his hair. "No, it's fine. You didn't scare me, Victor. It's nice to hear." He smiled, eyes still shut. She rinsed his hair, then applied conditioner. "Okay, wash your face." With a groan, Victor opened his eyes. Jennifer handed him his face wash and waited while he washed his face, then rinsed the conditioner out. She stood and grabbed a towel off the rack. "All right. It's time to get out." Jennifer held out a hand, which he grasped, and started hoisting himself out of the tub. She handed him the towel, avoiding looking at his body. Victor toweled off, then put a hand on her shoulder as he stepped unsteadily out of the tub. He wrapped the towel around his waist, struggling with securing it at his hip. "Shit," he muttered, fingers fumbling. "Here...can I?" Jennifer asked, reaching forward. "Sure." Jennifer took the towel in her hands, tucking the top of one side into the other. Victor watched her hands, his gaze traveling up her arms, to her body. Her thin tank top was wet, and her nipples were hard and visible through her top. He couldn't stop from looking at how the fabric clung to her skin in semi-transparent patches, like it was shouting, "Look at what's under here! It's amazing!". She could feel Victor shiver as the backs of her fingers touched his skin, her breath catching and butterflies spreading through her stomach. She was disgusted with herself, with her response to his proximity. Abruptly, she pulled away. Victor was breathing a little more heavily, being so close to Jennifer, feeling her hands on him. When she stepped back, clearly bothered and unsettled, his heart sank. She was afraid of him. "Okay, uh, why don't you get in bed, and I'll go get the ice," she said, turning away from him and leaving the bathroom. Victor went to his room, stumbling a little on the way. After he had dressed for bed in his boxer briefs, he turned on the lamp on his nightstand and killed the overhead light. He was sitting on his bed when Jennifer came back in. She crawled onto the bed behind him, ice pack and bandage in hand. "Lift up," she said, lightly touching his elbows. He raised his arms enough to allow her to circle the bandage around his torso. She gently pressed the ice pack against the worst of his bruises, a large, mottled beast to the left of his spine. Jennifer looped the bandage over it and around his chest several times, then over one shoulder, her fingers trailing across his still moist skin. "There. Try to sleep on your stomach, or at least your side, so it'll stay on for a while." Victor turned around on the bed, facing her. "Thank you," he said, smiling. He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly against him. He felt her soft, full breasts pressing into him, her nipples hard against his chest. He pressed his lips together and tried to ignore it, but he felt a heat rising throughout his center. He had missed her so much, talking to her after a long day, relaxing on the couch with a pizza and a movie at the end of the week. She was always so bright and cheerful, always happy to see him. Except this past week. Jennifer had avoided him like the plague. She didn't want to be with him, and he didn't blame her. As that reality rushed back in, he released her. "Sorry, uh...I'm pretty tired, I think I need to get to bed," he said, looking away. Jennifer felt a knot in her throat. She had gone too far. "Oh, sure, okay...well, I hope the ice helps." It was obvious from the look on his face that he was uncomfortable. She crawled to the edge of the bed, threw her legs over the side. "Goodnight, Victor." Victor wanted to reach out and take her hand, but he didn't have the courage to do it. He wanted her to stay. He watched her stand and walk to the door. "Goodnight...thanks, Jen." She gave him a small, sad smile as she pulled the door closed behind her. Jennifer went to her room and began taking off her sweatpants, sitting on the bed as she kicked them off her feet. She felt better than she had all week about their relationship, but she didn't know where they stood. Had anything changed? Victor, at least, didn't seem to mind being in the same room as her. She closed her eyes and tried to hold on to how it felt to have his arms around her, keeping her close to him. It was the first time she had been able to relax at all since the break-in. She sighed as the pain started to return, the anxiety set in, and the loneliness washed over her like a breaking wave. Their relationship would never be the same. It couldn't be. * * * Victor slept in, waking late with the smell of pancakes wafting into his room. His head was pounding and his mouth was dry, but he was ravenous. He sat up, wincing at the pain in his back. It did feel a little better than the night before, he thought. The ice pack had come loose at some point during the night and was lying next to him, the dishrag wet with leaked water. He grabbed it and stood, stopping in the bathroom to splash water on his face and rinse out his mouth before continuing to the kitchen. Jennifer stood at the stove, tending to the pancakes. A small stack sat on a plate next to the stove. She was standing on one foot, hip cocked, her other foot tucked behind her heel. It was nice to see her there. Nice to see her at home, not running away from him. Victor's eyes trailed up her legs, resting briefly on her ass. She was wearing a thin pair of shorts and the same pink tank top from the night before. He knew images of her beneath him, or on her knees in front of him, or taking him into her mouth, came unbidden, but looking at her now, he realized he was starting to see her in a new way. Despite being well aware that she went through puberty years ago, he was only noticing her as a woman for the first time. The way her curves had filled in, a wonderfully round, firm ass, tapered waist, perky, full breasts – he saw these things now. He had never thought of her as a sexual being, never imagined what she might be like in bed. And now he knew, sort of. She had been an unwilling participant, but the way she arched her back, her breasts pressing into him as he thrust into her – it was overtly sexual. She wasn't just his sister, she was a woman in every sense of the word. Capable of being libidinous and passionate. He realized his dick was starting to harden a little in his boxer briefs. It occurred to him he might've put on some pants before coming out of his room. But they had never been the type of family to be modest about walking around in their underwear, especially first thing in the morning, before coffee. It was at that moment, of course, that Jennifer noticed him and turned around. "Hi," she said, spatula in hand. "How are you feeling?" "Oh, my head feels like it's ripping apart, and my mouth tastes like ass, but other than that, I'm great," Victor said, smiling. She smiled, briefly. "How's the back?" "It hurts. But it feels a little better." He stepped toward her, hoping she hadn't noticed the bulge in his underwear. "Do you need a hand? It smells great. I'm starving." "Sure...can you cut up some fruit? Set the table? The bacon is ready and I'm almost out of batter here." As she turned back to the frying pan, her eyes passed down Victor's body. Was he kind of hard? It didn't matter. She focused on the pancakes. "Yeah, of course." He grabbed a cantaloupe and set to work cutting it. "So what are your plans for the day?" "Oh, uh...I was going to go shopping with Ashley, maybe go see a movie. Maybe go to a party tonight." Truth be told, she didn't want to do any of it. She wanted to be with Victor. "What about you?" "Just work...a short shift, I get off at nine," he said, hoping maybe she'd be around if she knew he'd be home. Waiting for her. "Um, I don't know, maybe you're going to be busy with work, but my graduation is next Wednesday. Downtown, at the convention center. If you want to come, I mean. You don't have to," she said, not looking at him. He stopped cutting the cantaloupe and turned to her. "Jen, of course I'm going to be there. I would never miss it." Jennifer glanced over her shoulder at him, saw him looking at her. A smile spread across her face. * * * Victor pulled into the driveway. He was disappointed to see Jennifer's car gone. He thought about their time together the night before, and that morning – perhaps it hadn't gone as well as he felt it did. Or it didn't mean the same thing to her as it had for him. She had seemed comfortable around him, mostly. Still nervous. Skittish, maybe. He had hoped she'd be there, and was sad that she wasn't. But not really surprised. He went inside, dropped his keys on the table by the front door, and went to take a shower. Work had been uneventful, but he was tired and sore. He was looking forward to a bourbon and zoning out in front of the television. After showering, Victor pulled on a pair of flannel pyjama pants and an ancient Led Zeppelin shirt and headed toward the living room. He stopped when he saw Jennifer there, sitting on the couch. He stood in the doorway, looking at her. His could feel his heart beating in his chest, butterflies in his stomach. He didn't fully understand why she was having this effect on him. Forced Ch. 02 "Hi. Um, I hope you're hungry. I got us a pizza," she said, gesturing to the box on the coffee table. "Pepperoni, sausage, and jalapenos, just like you like. I got us a movie, too." "Yeah, I'm starving. That's great." He sat down next to her. "Jen...I'm really glad you're here." Jennifer looked at him. The look on his face was so tender and kind, her stomach did a flip and she broke into a huge smile. "Me too." The sat there, staring at each other for several moments, until Victor couldn't hold her gaze, his heart beating fast and his breath quickening. He reached for the pizza. Jennifer started the movie. It was still so awkward between them, and she had so many things she needed to tell him. But she didn't want to spoil this time together, to ruin it by reminding him of what he'd had to do that night. They gorged themselves on the pizza, finishing it off between them. Stomach slightly distended, Jennifer groaned and relaxed back into the couch, bracing her feet against the edge of the coffee table. "Good lord. I shouldn't have had that fifth slice." Victor chuckled. "You really put it away. Barely left me any." She laughed and hit him half-heartedly in the arm. "Shut up." Victor smiled down at her. She looked adorable, eyebrows knit in her mild discomfort, one hand rubbing her belly. He took her hand, the one that he had just been hit with. "I've really missed you, Jen." "I've missed you, too," she said. She could feel her throat tightening and her eyes fill with tears. "Oh, Jen. C'mere," Victor said, putting an arm around her shoulder and pulling her close. She wrapped one arm around his waist and rested her cheek against his chest. Victor pressed his lips to the top of her head and stroked her hair, whispering, "It's okay. We're okay." Jen took a deep breath, listening again to his steady heartbeat. "I'm just so relieved," she whispered. She matched her breathing to his. All the pizza, combined with her trouble sleeping, and soon she was drowsy, her eyelids fluttering shut. Victor realized she was asleep, but he didn't want to move. He didn't want to disturb her, of course, but he also didn't want her to leave his arms. He just wanted to feel the weight of her against him, feel the pressure of her concrete in his arms. When the movie ended, Victor gently scooped her up and stood slowly, trying not to strain his back. He took her to her room, tucking her into her bed. She looked peaceful, her brow flat and smooth, tension around her eyes gone. He was glad to see it. He pulled the covers over Jennifer and knelt by her side, giving her hair a final stroke and kissing her cheek before leaving her room for his own. * * * Jennifer woke in a cold sweat, heart pounding. It was dark and the house was quiet. She looked at the clock. 3:43. The time Joe had burst into her room, shouting and pointing a gun at her one week ago. She couldn't breathe. Gasping, she struggled to calm herself. She couldn't. She tried to call out to Victor, but her voice wouldn't come. Her panic was worsening, rapidly. Jennifer threw the covers off and got out of bed, stumbling to the door. She flung it open and went to Victor's room, bursting in without knocking. Victor sat up in bed, half-conscious and confused. Were they back? Were Saul and Joe back? Then he heard Jennifer gasp and whisper his name. "Jen? What's wrong? Are you okay?" He turned on his bedside lamp. She stood in his doorway, damp hair matted to her forehead, chest heaving. She moved to the bed and threw her arms around his neck, crying. She couldn't speak. "Jennifer, talk to me. Are you all right? What's going on?" he said, rubbing her back. Jennifer swallowed and tried to stop crying. "I'm sorry, I just woke up and freaked out, it was the same time...the same time that they broke in," she sobbed. "I couldn't breathe." "It's okay, Jen. You're safe. The house is secure. They're not here," Victor whispered, pulling her onto his lap. "Shh. It's okay. We're safe." Jennifer took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, willing her heart to stop pounding so hard. He rocked her silently for a few minutes. "Victor, can I...would it be okay if I stayed with you tonight? Just for tonight?" "Of course, Jen. Of course you can. Anytime." Her lower lip trembled. "Thank you." Jennifer stood, and he slid to the other side of the bed, pulling back the covers. She started to climb in, then realized she was in her street clothes. She looked down at herself. "Oh...let me go get some pyjamas." She looked warily toward the door. "Don't worry about it, Jen. I don't care what you're wearing." Jennifer slowly unbuttoned her jeans and slid them over her hips and down her legs, pulling off her socks. She reached behind her, under her t-shirt, and unhooked her bra, pulling the straps down her arms and then the bra out through the bottom of her shirt. Victor watched her t-shirt ride up, her soft stomach exposed. He was worried. She was about to climb into his bed, bra-less, in a skimpy t-shirt and bikini underwear. In his nearly nude state, there was great potential for uncomfortable situations here. He looked away, trying to focus on something else. There didn't seem to be anything, though. Just Jennifer. She took the covers from him and slid in, turning toward him on her side. "Thank you, Victor," she said, looking up at him. He smiled at her, then reached over her to turn off the lamp. He put his arm around her back and kissed her forehead. "Think nothing of it, kid." She rested one hand against his chest, splaying her fingers out, searching for his heartbeat against her palm. "I love you," she whispered, struggling to keep her eyes open. "I love you, too." But she was already asleep. When Jennifer woke next, she felt warm, and safe. She laid still as she got her bearings and tried to recall the prior evening. Victor's arm was wrapped around her waist, snug and strong. Her back was against him and he was holding her close, legs buffeting hers, her hips pulled against his in a dual fetal position. She closed her eyes, enjoying this comfort that had been absent from her for so long. Victor's hand had slid under her shirt in the night, covering a sizable expanse of her belly and ribcage. A couple of his fingertips brushed the underside of her breast. She could also feel his hardness against her ass, the pressure unmistakable. Still, she didn't move. She didn't mind it. This was the first time she had slept for more than a couple hours at a time. She didn't want to move. She took a deep breath and let out a little sigh of contentment. Victor opened his eyes, feeling Jennifer move against him. It took him a moment to orient himself. And then he realized he was almost grabbing his sister's tit and had his hard cock pressed into her ass. "Jesus Christ," he whispered, yanking his hand back and pushing away from her. What if she had woken up and found him like that? The fragile ties they had managed to rebuild to each other would've snapped. He rolled out of bed and went straight to the bathroom. Jennifer felt like she had been slapped. Victor couldn't get out of bed fast enough when he realized how he was touching her. She hadn't meant anything when she'd come to him last night, she'd just been on the verge of a panic attack and seeking his calming presence. But what else could he think, when she climbed into bed in her underwear? She was mad at herself for this oversight, but more than that, she was crushed. Crushed that he was so repelled by her that the thought of touching her drove him away. She got up and went to her room, dressing quickly. By the time Victor got out of the shower, she was gone. * * * Their relationship was strained in the following days. Jennifer was avoiding him, and Victor didn't know why. Had she felt him? He wanted to talk to her but he hardly ever saw her. She was so busy with graduation preparations anyway, she was never home. But it was graduation day, and he was going to be there, and then she would be free of obligations, and they could talk. Victor woke to the sound of Jennifer in the bathroom. She was throwing up. "Jen? Are you all right?" he asked, peering into the bathroom. She was on her knees, face red with the strain of vomiting. "Yeah...I think I'm just nervous about today," she said, resting her head on her forearm. Victor wet a washcloth with cool water and knelt beside her, gently pulling her back. He pressed the washcloth to her forehead, one arm around her. She relaxed against him. "Is that it? Think you can stand?" he asked. She nodded, and he helped her to her feet. As she washed her face and rinsed out her mouth at the sink, he closed the lid on the toilet and flushed. "Ugh, sorry. I didn't realize I was so nervous," she said, leaning against the door jamb. Her face was flushed and she looked tired. "Don't apologize, Jen...can I make you some toast? Something to help your stomach?" "That would be great. Toast sounds great." "Okay, go get dressed, and I'll make the toast. How you feeling? Steady on your feet?" She nodded again, and he followed her out of the bathroom, turning off the light as they left. * * * Jennifer's graduation, like most graduations, was long and boring. You waited for an hour or longer to hear your loved one's name called out and watch them walk across the stage, suffering through an endless word-torrent of motivational, sentimental bullshit that no one listened to. But Victor didn't mind. He was so proud of her. The time following the death of their mother had been difficult, and they had both gone through a long, hard period of mourning. She had been just a little girl, never really having known her father, and then having her mother ripped from their lives so soon. But here she was, graduating with honors. He hoped it meant he was doing a good job as her guardian. He found her after the ceremony, hugged her tight and took pictures with her. Graduation gowns weren't the most flattering garments, but she looked beautiful, her long brown hair falling over her shoulders, cheeks rosy against her pale skin. When he asked her if she was ready to go, she looked at him funny. "Victor, I...I'm going to Grad Blast. With Ashley and everyone. I won't be back until tomorrow." He couldn't hide the disappointment on his face, but he tried. "Oh, okay. Of course, I forgot about Grad Blast. Well, have a good time, then. I'll see you tomorrow. Call me if you need anything." He leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek, then turned and walked away before she could say anything. Jennifer had a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach as she watched Victor leave. He had looked so sad when she told him. She thought of him alone in their house, and almost followed him out. But she stopped herself. She remembered how he really felt, no matter how polite he was to her. She was determined not to be a burden on him. She and Ashley drove to the outskirts of the city, to some wooded property that functioned as a camp. It had several log cabins with bunk beds and a main lodge, an event venue available for rentals. The purpose of Grad Blast was to provide a place for the seniors to party, but without alcohol. The school enticed them with promises of door prizes and entertainment like Sumo suits and bounce houses. It had long been a tradition, and most seniors went. When they reached the lodge, Ashley was anxious to change into her bikini and dive into the pool. She had always been fond of showing off her athletic body. "Come on, Jen, let's go," she said, dragging her by the hand into the changing room. Jennifer didn't feel like swimming, but it was a nice day, and laying in the sun by the pool sounded relaxing. She changed into her swimsuit and took a beach towel with her to the pool. She laid it across a plastic adjustable lounge chair, then sat down. "What are you doing? Don't you want to swim?" Ashley asked. "Not just yet. I'm not feeling too well today. All the excitement, I guess," Jennifer said, sitting back and stretching out her legs. "You go ahead." "What's wrong? Are you okay?" "Yeah, I'm fine. I threw up this morning, I think I was just nervous, but my stomach hasn't fully recovered yet. I just want to relax for a bit." "All right. But don't wait too long. We have some Chicken to play," Ashley said, smiling. She turned and dove into the pool. Jennifer put on her sunglasses and let the sun warm her skin. Grad Blast lasted through the night, the vigor and energy of youth carrying them through without issue. Jennifer was exhausted, and she was starting to feel nauseous again. Probably from having been up for going on 24 hours, she thought. She and Ashley were gathering their things. Jennifer had won a door prize – everyone had – of a disposable camera. All things considered, it had really not been very much of a blast. She was ready to go home. Jennifer had tried to engage in the festivities, tried not to think of Victor, but she couldn't. She thought of his face when she said she was leaving, without him. He was all she had been able to think about since that night, and the things they had done. The deterioration of their relationship constantly gnawed at her. She still wasn't sleeping well, and hadn't had much of an appetite lately, either, shedding a few pounds and giving her some hard, angular lines she didn't really like. She buckled herself into the passenger seat of Ashley's beat up truck, wincing as the seat belt pressed against her breasts. She massaged one gently. "What's wrong with your tits?" Ashley asked. "Oh, I...actually, I don't know. They're just tender. Maybe I'm pre-menstrual," she said. Ashley gave her a sidelong glance. "Sure, maybe you're pre-menstrual. Or pregnant!" she said gleefully. Jennifer's mouth dropped open in shock and she looked at Ashley, who was focused on the road and grinning. "What? No way, I couldn't be," she said absently, mind racing. Ashley looked over at her. "Hey, I was kidding. I'm sorry. I was just fucking around." Jennifer was silent. She had hardly heard Ashley. "Jennifer? Do you think you might be pregnant?" She turned to Ashley, the fear apparent on her face. Her eyes were filling with tears. "I...I don't know. Oh god. Maybe." She started to cry. "Jen, honey, don't cry. It's going to be okay. Let's go to the store and get a pregnancy test. How long has it been? Do you think it would show up positive if you were pregnant?" "I don't know. I don't know. It's been...almost three weeks. Is that enough time?" Jennifer asked. Her heart was pounding and her palms were sweating. She could feel it. The test was just a formality. She was pregnant, and there was only one person it could've been. She felt like she was going to throw up. "Ashley, pull over. I'm going to be sick." She flung open the car door and wretched onto the side of the road. The meager contents of her stomach splattered on the pavement and she heaved again, until nothing came out. She sat back against the seat and closed her eyes. Ashley took her hand. "It's okay, Jennifer. Really, I know, this is a big deal, but it's going to be okay. Do you want to go to the store? We can find out right now." Weakly, Jennifer nodded, and pulled the door shut. At the grocery store, Jennifer bought two tests – different brands – and used the bathroom to administer them. She and Ashley had locked themselves inside. Jennifer slumped against the wall and Ashley paced as they waited for the results. It was the longest, most excruciating three minutes of her life. "Jen, um...if you are pregnant...who's the father?" Ashley asked. Jennifer didn't know what to say, how she was going to get around answering this. "Ash, I'm sorry, I know you must be dying to know but I just can't talk about it right now. Okay?" "Sure, of course. Don't worry about it." She checked her watch. "Okay, it's been three minutes. Do you want to look? Or do you want me to look?" Ashley asked, squeezing her hand. "You look. No, wait, I'm going to," Jennifer said. She moved to the sink, where both tests were resting on its edge. She picked them up and forced herself to look at the results windows. One showed a pink plus sign, the other a pink P. P for 'positive.' Or, 'pregnant.' Even though she knew it before she saw the tests, she was hoping she was wrong, and when she saw she wasn't, her stomach dropped. "They're positive." "Oh, Jen. I'm sorry," Ashley said, pulling her into her arms. Jennifer was in such a state of shock, she couldn't even cry. As though their ordeal couldn't get any worse, she was carrying her brother's child. "It's okay, sweetie. It's going to be okay." Jennifer squeezed her friend and pulled back. "Ashley, can you just take me home? I just need to go home." "Of course. Of course. Let's go," Ashley said, opening the door. Jennifer stuffed the tests into one of the boxes and shoved it into her purse. * * * Victor heard Jennifer come in. He had just gotten up and was eating breakfast in the kitchen. He heard her pause, take off her jacket. She was moving slow, he thought. "Jen?" he called. "How was it?" When she walked into the kitchen, he could tell something was really, really wrong. She had been crying, and she looked terrified. Inconsolable. "What's wrong? What happened?" Jennifer burst into tears, wrapping her arms around herself. She looked like she was about to faint, and Victor rushed to her as she started to slump, grabbing onto her and holding her up. She seemed weak. He half led, half carried her into the living room, settling her onto the couch. He knelt in front of her, holding her hands at her knees. "Jen, what is going on? Are you hurt?" he asked. Worry gripped his insides. He hadn't seen her this upset since the night they were attacked. She shook her head. How could she tell him this? That after she'd forced him to have sex with her, she'd gotten pregnant? "Victor..." she began. She stopped, her sobs overtaking her. "Jen, please, tell me. I'm really worried. What is it?" Victor squeezed her fingers. Jennifer closed her eyes, pressing her lips together, willing herself to stop crying. "Victor, I'm...I'm pregnant." Victor was so shocked he pulled his hands away. Jennifer was pregnant. She didn't need to say it was his, he knew. He felt detached from the situation, numbed by a sense of unreality. He felt nothing. His stomach didn't drop and adrenalin didn't course through him, as he would have expected. Jennifer opened her eyes when he pulled his hands from hers. The look on Victor's face was like a punch in the gut. His face was blank. He was looking right through her. Her stomach twisted. Logically, she knew it wasn't her fault she was pregnant, but she hated herself all the same. It was like she was hell-bent on destroying Victor, reminding him constantly of what she'd done to him. She started sobbing again, struggling to breathe. "Victor, I'm so sorry. Please, say something," she said, her voice rising and cracking. Victor couldn't move. His mind was racing, and he could feel something cold in his chest. No. Jesus, no. He hadn't considered this possibility, as obvious as it should have been. They were both so traumatized by that night, and trying to recover. He hadn't even thought of it. He should have. He should have taken her to get emergency contraception. It felt like his insides were caving in, clenching and withering. As though it weren't bad enough that he'd felt physical pleasure when they were together, he managed to get her pregnant, as well. They would never be free of that night. Never. The small steps they had taken forward were obliterated with those two words, a raw, deep gouge in their place. His throat tightened. He tried to say something. Couldn't. Jennifer leaned forward, elbows on her knees, head in her hands. Her chest was heaving and she couldn't catch her breath. She was starting to hyperventilate. "I'm sorry, I know you must hate me. I'll take care of it, Victor. I didn't mean to," she said through shuddering gasps. Forced Ch. 03 My body trembled and my mind raced as I saw Will walk towards me. His gaze felt so powerful over me; at least Sir's was gentle some of the time. What I saw in this man's eyes was a very strong urge to control and take what wasn't his, along with a burning passion for this naked woman in front of him - me. He instructed me to get on my knees. When I complied and looked up at him he said, "I like to watch my sluts get on their knees and suck my cock. It makes me feel like I own them. It turns me on very much." I looked down to the ground as he added, "And it turns them on, too." I blushed because I knew he was right; all of my friends had said that they loved it when they were "owned" and I was sure it was true for almost all women of our time. Plus I knew I was going to like it, too. "So don't just sit there. Suck on my cock, slut," Will said, grabbing his cock with his hand and pushing it towards my head. I lifted my head so that my mouth was even with his cock. I got comfortable on my knees and opened my mouth: willing to accept another intruder. I closed my eyes as I felt his cock head press against my lips. I tried to stick my tongue out to flick the tip of his cock head, but he pushed his cock forward, past my tongue and into my mouth. I was confused, but went along with it. I tried to gently suck on his cock to start out with, but he pulled my head away from his cock by my hair. "Don't do any of that shit. I'm just going to fuck your mouth. You can suck if you can keep up with my speed," he said sharply to me. I nodded my head and opened my mouth again. I relaxed my throat and closed my eyes again as he began to quickly push his cock into my throat. Within no time at all, my throat was gagging on his cock as it was curving at the back of my throat. I tried to pull away, as I had with Sir, but Will kept me there, holding me there with both of his hands on the back of my head. He pulled out slowly and pushed it back in as quickly as he had before. My throat didn't gag around his cock this time, because I knew how much I needed to relax it now. He kept his hands firmly on the back of my head as he began to fuck my mouth. He always slowly pulled out and plunged into my mouth, as Sir had done earlier with my used asshole. I tried to suck on his cock as he started to go the same speed when he pulled out as he did when he plunged in. My eyes were clasped shut and my throat burned again; Will's cock was almost as big as Sir's. He kept fucking my mouth relentlessly as he pulled my head to and fro to bounce off his cock. I felt his balls slap my chin with each thrust into my mouth. Not too soon after, he pulled out and said, "Jerk me off until I cum on your face. Don't close your eyes." I swallowed once to get my throat working again as I lifted a trembling hand onto his cock. He wrapped his hand around mine and started me off, but before long I had gotten the knack of it and was pumping his cock fast on my own. "Open your mouth. I want some of my cum to get in your mouth," he said. I did as I was told, starting to get very excited at this other powerful stranger towering over me. I felt the cum rise up through his cock as I pumped it onto my face. I resisted the very strong urge to close my eyes as the first shots of his cum landed on my forehead. Some cum landed on my cheeks, chin and in my mouth as well. The cum on my forehead started to run down into my eyes and I tried to wipe it away, but Will slapped my hand and told me "No!" so I let it drip into my eye. It burned and I tried to cry it out as he watched me be humiliated in front of him. I felt him walk away as I kept blinking and crying, trying to get the burning sensation out of my eye. I sensed someone walking towards me and thankfully it was Sir. I had almost forgotten he was sitting there watching Will fuck my mouth. I didn't like Will as much as I liked Sir. Sir was patient with me; Will was not. He lifted me up and whispered into my ear, "Get onto the bed, love." I felt calmed at the sound of his voice again. I adhered to his gentle command and I rested myself on the bedspread. I saw Will and Sir softly talking, as if to figure out what to do next. They both nodded in agreement as I heard Sir say, "Put the blindfold back on, love, and then get onto your hands and knees, ass and pussy towards us." He threw the scarf back at me and I tied it over my eyes. I slowly got onto my hands and knees, as instructed. I felt someone, I didn't know who, get onto the bed behind me. I was afraid they were going to take my ass, like Sir already had, but then I was also scared that they were going to take my pussy and cum inside me, either making me pregnant or giving me an STD. Usually I was very careful with sex, and I was starting to get nervous, even though I showed no sign of resisting. I felt the figure move closer to me on the bed and I felt what must have been a cock rub against my ass cheeks, which still burned slightly from the fierce beating they had been forced to take earlier. He rubbed his cock around my ass and lowered it to my pussy. He lined his cock up with my opening and began to push inside. I was very tight, having only had sex a few limited times before, so the intrusion hurt very much. The figure leaned over me and whispered into my ear, "Relax, it's me baby. I'll go slow for you." It was Sir. I calmed down and relaxed myself more. He wouldn't harm me. Just as I was starting to look forward to being fucked by Sir, I felt him shift, and what must have been Will get onto the bed and take Sir's place. I tried to scramble away, but Will grabbed my hips and held me still. "Don't fight me, bitch," he spat coldly at me. I already cringed my face and clenched my pussy; so scared that he was going to fuck me with the same cold, fierce lust he had with mouth. He began to push his cock into my tight cunt, ignoring my whimpers and silent pleas of pain. He pushed forward more and more until his whole cock was embedded into my warm pussy. He let out a soft "Mmm" before he began to pull out. When he had pulled out all of his cock except his head, he plunged it back in. The force pushed me forward, causing my head to land in a pillow, and his cock to exit my pussy. He slapped my ass and said, "You cunt! Get back here. Don't move next time!" I nodded and pulled myself back up on my hands and knees. I tried to prepare myself for the harsh thrust into my pussy, but I still was pushed forward when his cock slammed into my cunt. "Mph," I moaned in pain as I bit my bottom lip. Will began a slow and steady rhythm this time; I was glad he didn't keep slamming into me. In and out, in and out, I felt his cock move. He moaned when I clenched my muscles around his shaft; involuntarily of course. I hadn't been fucked in a long time however and I had forgotten how good a cock felt up my tight cunt. I began to push myself back towards him, causing him to go faster. Just as I was getting used to the rhythm, I felt Sir get onto the bed again. I felt him crawl under me and reach his hand and head up so that he could hold one of my breasts still as he bit and nibbled on my nipple. I moaned loudly when his teeth closed around my perked nipple. It was more like an growl than a moan; it was so animalistic that I couldn't believe my throat could make such a noise. I felt Sir reach his other hand down towards my clit. He moved with my hips as he held his fingers tightly around my clit, pinching it and pulling it back and forth, depending on where my body was. I threw my head back and my hair flipped up. Will saw this as an opportunity to grab my hair and start to pull me back onto his hips harder. "Ow! Stop! That hurts!" I said, but he kept pulling; not even replying to my pleas. I tried to grab my head back from him, but he didn't let go. His hand was wrapped up in my hair anyway, so I think that even if he had let go I still wouldn't have been able to get away. I felt Sir pinching my clit and rubbing it harder and harder with every thrust as he bit down on my nipple in such a way I had never had done to me before. I loved being with two men at once. I vaguely felt Will's cock start to twitch inside my dripping cunt, and I felt him pull out. He pressed it against my asshole and I tried to jump away, saying, "No! Not there please! It still hurts!" but Will again ignored me. He pushed his cock forward to my asshole as he pulled me back by my hair. His cock head popped inside my sphincter and I heard him let out a guttural moan. "Relax, baby," I heard Sir gently say below me. "Just imagine it's me. You wouldn't want to displease me again, would you love?" "No, Sir," I replied quietly. "I didn't think so. You'd better get used to his cock fast because I'm putting mine up your cunt in a few minutes," he said. My eyes went wide underneath the blindfold. There was no way in the world I could take both of these cocks at once! I didn't have time to object because Will had begun to push into my asshole. "Ahhh!" I screamed. "Take it out! Please, take it out Will! It hurts!" I cried to Will. "You think I'm actually going to take my cock out of your tight ass? You must be crazy. This is such a great fuck," he replied and pushed further. "Owww!" I shrieked in response. Will slapped my ass and said, "Shut up, slut! Take my cock!" He pushed my head into a pillow in front of me. He shoved the rest of his cock into my tight asshole and I screamed into the pillow. I grabbed onto the sheets as I tried to breathe into the pillow. The pain had barely lessened when Will began to pull slowly out of my ass, which was bleeding again. He started pushing in and out of my sore and bleeding hole and I was still wincing and whimpering in pain below him. I felt Sir continue to rub my clit, going with Will's slow rhythm. I began to slightly enjoy the feeling of Will's cock in my ass...I loved anal sex, but not like this. At least I didn't at first. I started to push back onto his cock ever so slightly; without noticing it, though. "I think it's time, don't you, Will?" Sir said to Will from underneath me. "I'd say so. This slut looks like she's ready enough," Will replied. He lowered his hand down towards my pussy and scooped two fingers inside. They came out dripping with my wetness. "And it feels like she's ready enough, too. Here, lick my fingers off, cunt," he added as he reached underneath me and put his fingers against my lips. I licked his fingers clean and I felt Will pull out of my ass and Sir adjust underneath me. I was able to lift my head off the pillow since Will had let go of my hair. I knew that they were about to fuck me at the same time, and I didn't think I could handle it. For some reason though I knew I was going to because I strangely enough had the strongest urge to please not only Sir now, but Will as well. I felt Sir lie down underneath me and felt his cock press against my mouth. I was curious about this and Sir once again seemed to read my mind... "I'm going to eat you out and get you nice and wet while Will continues to fuck your asshole. I want you to suck on my cock while I eat you out, love. You know how I like it baby," Sir said. I nodded and opened my mouth to find his cock head pressing against my lips; already wet with precum. I flicked the tip of his cock with my tongue as I felt Will push his cock head back into my asshole. "Mmm," I moaned onto Sir's cock. "Yes, fuck my asshole. Fuck me hard." I couldn't believe what was coming out of my mouth, even though it was what I wanted anyway. I felt Sir's tongue reach up and flick over my clit as I lowered my head down onto his cock. I sucked on his head gently as I reached down to cup his balls. I accidentally squeezed them too hard when Will plunged into my asshole and Sir said, "Ah, gentle there baby." I nodded with his cock head still in my mouth as I let go of his sensitive balls. Will had already started an astounding speed as I started to take in more of Sir's cock. Sir was frantically licking my dripping wet cunt and he began to finger fuck me with two of his large fingers. I kept moaning onto his cock and Sir moaned into my pussy. We both heard Will moaning above us when I clenched my asshole tight around his cock. Will leaned down a bit and put his hand on the back of my head. He plunged my head down and I gagged on Sir's cock. He held me there, even though I tried to get away. "Go faster. Go with me baby. When I plunge into your asshole, I expect you to plunge your head down onto his cock," Will said to me. I nodded and he let go of my head. He plunged into my asshole and I plunged my head down onto Sir's cock; making myself gag around it again. Sir kept moaning as he felt my throat grab his cock when I gagged around it. I was getting close to orgasm as I felt Sir curl his fingers up and massage my g-spot. "Mmm," I moaned onto his cock as he bit down on my clit and Will plunged his cock harder into my asshole. I pulled my head up off of Sir's cock and wrapped my hand around his hard shaft. I felt my orgasm building up rapidly and I couldn't keep my head down. "What did I tell you, slut?" Will spat at me and he pushed my head back down onto Sir's cock. I couldn't breathe and was trying to get my wits about me as the three rhythms that were going on around me kept changing; both speeding up and slowing down. Sir pressed onto my g-spot harder and massaged it rougher. His tongue flicked faster and faster on my throbbing clit. Will plunged into my asshole over and over as Sir's cock went deep into my throat with every one of Will's powerful thrusts. I took a sharp intake of breath around Sir's cock, making me gag, as I came on Sir's face. I tried to reach my head up and take an actual breath, but Will was right there to push me back down again. "Make us cum with you. Squeeze my cock with that ass and suck his cock harder," he said to me. I clenched my asshole around his cock as I sucked harder and harder on Sir's cock. Sir and Will had kept doing what they had before my orgasm rolled through me, and I felt another one building up; this one even more powerful. Faster and harder Will pumped my asshole, and tighter and tighter my asshole squeezed his cock; milking it. "Oh god, yes," Will said. "Don't stop baby, keep it up." I kept up my amazing speed as they both did the same. Sir had taken his fingers out of my cunt and was furiously licking his tongue everywhere he could reach; inside my pussy and out. I felt him lean up to bite on my clit once as I came again on his face. I felt his cock twitch inside my mouth and shoot into my throat. I squeezed my asshole as tight as I could around Will's cock as he came not too long after. He pulled out of my asshole with a slight 'pop' and I lifted myself off of Sir. We were all so out of breath and waited a few more minutes to catch our breaths. Sir stood up and ordered me to do the same. He removed the blindfold from my eyes. He closed his eyes and ordered me to lick my cum off of his face. I closed my eyes and reached out to grasp his neck between my hands. I licked his face clean; his nose, his forehead, his lips, everything was clean of my cum when I was finished. I swallowed it all up as I felt Will come up behind me. "So you ready to try some double penetration now, baby?" To be continued... Forced Ch. 03 He pumped me fast and then slow as we both worked towards climax. I know my eyes were rolled in the back of my head as I all thought about was here and now. "Oh baby, Oh baby," and I knew it was happening. Stopping balls deep in me he sucked in deep breaths of air with each time his cock fired inside me. I closed my eyes and allowed it to happen. I found myself rubbing the vertebras in his back up and down as he shot in me. He went limp on top of me as I still held him tight. My actions came somehow natural to me as I lay in afterglow. Scott coughed a few times and arched his hips back and his soft cock slipped from my slimy hole. He sucked the end of my noise and grinned all his white teeth at me. "Beautiful baby," he said loud as he rolled over on his side. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Scott moved off the bed and stood up and stretched. I watched the muscles of his back and ass flex. Unlike his front, his back was devoid of hair – until it reached his ass. His butt cheeks were covered with thick hair and his crack was filled with hair. The hair followed down his ass to his legs. This guy was 150% man. Scott turned around and said to me, "let's hit the showers champ, breakfast is on me." I couldn't help staring down at his cock. It wasn't completely flaccid yet, and swung side to side. It was covered in his cum and my juices. Healthy looking cock, I thought to myself. I couldn't believe that thing had actually been inside me. Scott reached down with his hand and grabbed my arm and pulled me up. He had a cocky smile on his face and was grinning at me. As I was drug out of bed by Scott, I could feel a dull ache on my upper quads (from being spread open so wide for so long). And my asshole hurt. I could feel something oozing from my hole and down my leg. I reached back with by hand and touched my lower ass and felt in my crevice. When I pulled back my hand it was covered in slimy cum. Scott's cum. Holy shit, I thought to myself, he came in me. I must have had a worried look on my face. Scott's expression changed from one of smugness to a bit more of concern. "Sorry, Jason, my bags didn't make it off the plane and I didn't have any condoms. I assumed you were clean because you are married. I get tested every couple of months and am pretty sure I am ok. My partner is, too – but you should probably go in and get tested." He said this matter-of-factly, like it was no big deal. "Come on, Jace – let's hit the shower," he said. "No, I'm...I...I can't. This has got to stop now. I'm married. I'm not gay," I stammered. I couldn't even look him in the eyes when I said this. "Hey, it's cool. I know how you feel. You were pretty drunk last night. But you need to take a shower, you stink man." Scott walked towards the bathroom and disappeared behind the door. I stood in the room alone for a moment as I heard the shower come to life. That is exactly what I needed – a shower. I did smell and I was covered in sweat and cum. His cum and mine. I looked down at my stomach and package. I had wet and dried cum on me. It was clumped in my pubic hair. I reached back to my ass again and felt up and down my crack. It was wet. I tentatively touched my hole. It was painful to the touch. I bent forward a bit and spread my legs, arching my ass backwards a bit. I had better access to my rear now. I could feel the rim of my asshole was swollen and it didn't appear to be completely shut. I squeezed my hole and felt it closing a bit, but when I did that more cum oozed form my hole. When I pulled my hand away, I could see cum on my hands and some traces of blood. I knew he ripped my ass open with that fucking cock of his. As soon as could, I was going to get blood tests done. I couldn't sleep with my wife until I knew I was clean. SHIT! How did I get myself in this mess. SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! Just then, Scott came back in the room. "I started the shower for you, why don't you jump in first." It sounded like a good idea. I needed to wash him off my body. Out of my body, too. "Thanks," I said under my breath. I walked past him and into the bathroom. I closed the door. There wasn't a lock on the door. I never needed one before, I thought. I moved the shower curtain to the side and gingerly raised each leg over the tub and into the shower. My legs and ass still smarted. But as soon as I got under the hot water, I started to feel better. As the water flowed over me I felt some of the tenseness leave. I looked down and notice Scott had placed the hotel shampoo and hand soap in the shower, that was considerate I thought. I grabbed the shampoo and poured a generous amount in my hand and started lathering my hair. I turned my back to the shower and grabbed the bar of soap. I started lathering up my body. When I got down to my crotch I gingerly soaped up my goods. The dried cum wasn't as easy to remove and I ended up trying to pull it off my pubic hair. I painfully realized some hair came with it. As I soaped my cock and balls, they started to respond to my touch. My mind began to wander. As I stood there soaped away my worries I thought about Scott. At least he was good looking, I thought. It was bad enough that he was a guy. But an ugly guy would have been worse. If it would have been my old boss I would have jumped out the window – that guy was totally out of shape, smoked and stank of cigarettes and was severely overweight. If I was going to do it with a guy, I was glad he was cute. Scott was better than cute, he was totally hot. I was actually envious of him. Big long, thick cock and hairy all over. And tall. And muscular. There was no mistaking it, he was a man. Not that I'm not manly, but he probably pissed testosterone he was so manly. As I was thinking of this, I was still soaping my crotch. I was so hard I was about to burst. I looked down at my cock. I was nothing to sneeze at. I was 6 inches but pretty thick. I admired my cock for a while. The head of it was thicker than the rest. I had quite a bit of hair around my junk. It wasn't as thick as Scott's, and it was lighter colored brown – but it more than covered my boys. I slowly started to stroke my dick. Boy, did that feel good. With my other hand, I reached back with the soap and started washing my ass. Most of the cum had been rinsed away by the shower. I ran the bar of soap up and down my crack. When I got to my asshole, I rubbed the bar of soap around a bit. My ass spasmed a bit and it seemed to pull the little bar of soap out of hand inside a bit. When that happened I looked down at my cock and saw a ton of precum oozing from my dick. I kept rubbing the soap on my asshole and slowly pushed it in. I thought if I could just use the soap to clean out my ass, I would be cleaning Scott out of me. It stung a bit, but I didn't care. I pushed a bit further and suddenly my asshole grabbed the bar of soap right out of my hand and seemed to pull it right into my body. My cock was leaking precum like never before. I started moaning and really started stroking my meat. I never heard the door open, but all of the sudden Scott came in the shower with me. I pulled my hand away from my ass and felt the soap leave my body. I heard it slap the bottom of the bathtub. I stupidly tried to cover my hard on with both hands. He leaned forward and put his hands down on my cock. He pushed my hands away and started stroking me up and down. His other and reached down and started kneading my balls. I opened my mouth to say NO, but he moved in fast and started kissing me. I was lost in the moment again and let him. He moved closer and I could feel the heat from his body. His course chest hair came in contact with my body. Since he was taller than me I ended up standing up tall to continue the kiss. When he moved up to pull away I went up on my tiptoes and reached up with my arms to pull him down. I was hooked. Scott pulled away with a proud grin and started massaging the shampoo that was still in my hair. I closed my eyes – and went with the flow. It felt so erotic. He was massaging my scalp and I could feel his cock rubbing up and down on my lower stomach. Scott pulled away and reached down for the soap, which was down by the drain. On his way down, he put his mouth around the head of my cock and slowly sucked it into his mouth. He sucked it down to the root in a matter of seconds. It took my breath away and I groaned. His throat was milking my cock. He was only down there for 20 seconds max when all the sudden I said, "I am gonna cum." He just stayed at the root of my cock and let his throat muscles pull the cum right out of my body. I had to grab onto his head to keep myself from falling down as my legs almost gave way. I could feel the cum raising out of my cock, it felt like it started in my toes. My spine got all tight and my ass clenched down (boy, did that feel good). My cock was packed so tightly down his throat the cum just fired right out of me. My dickhead felt like it blew right off me, I came so hard. My nuts actually hurt when I came, that was a new one for me. I was a panting, quivering mess when Scott pulled up. I expected him to be embarrassed for sucking my cock (I would have been), but no...he came up with a broad smile on his face. He leaned forward and gave me a deep kiss. As his tongue entered me again, I could taste a salty bitterness. There was thickness to it, but only a taste. It suddenly dawned on me that it was my own cum I was tasting. I tried pulling back, but Scott pulled me closer to him and drove his tongue into my mouth. This time, he deposited more of my cum in my mouth. Now, one thing I know – I cum a ton. I always have. He took a direct shot of cum right down his throat, but must have gotten some in his mouth, too. I tried to push it out, but even his tongue was stronger than mine. I was forced to swallow some of my cum. Once I swallowed, he pulled back and eased back on the kiss. The entire experience left me breathless. I opened my mouth and took in a couple deep gulps of air. I also realized I was holding onto Scott very tightly. I was hugging him actually. When I noticed this, I pulled away. He did too, and used my momentum to slowly turn me around. "Let's get that shampoo out of your hair, sweetie." His tone was soft and gentle and I complied. As the water washed the soap out of my hair and off my body I felt strong soapy warm hands begin to slide over my wet soapy skin. All over my back. My neck. My arms. It felt sooo good. The tenseness I still had left began seeping away. The hands came around and encircled me and began rubbing my chest. Brushing my nipples lightly. Using the soap on me. Slowly going down to my navel and cleaning me up. It felt so good that I just let it happen. I didn't do anything but lean against the shower wall and moan with pleasure. Soon I was lost in the total sensation of those wonderful wandering hands. My cock hadn't gone totally soft from its last ejaculation and lay chubbily against my leg. My balls tingled and seemed to get bigger and felt like they dropped lower. Those hands were everywhere it seemed. The right one began concentrating on my cock and the left wandered to my nipples on both sides. Then it went behind me and began to soap up my ass. I gave a deep moan as Scott's fingers found the rosebud of my asshole. Gently but persistently I was entered first with one finger, and then two and finally three. At three, I felt totally stretched. Meanwhile, the right hand was stroking me slowly up and down. I was getting hard again. Every now and then Scott would dip lower to my balls and feel them up. I could feel Scott's hard cock rubbing up and down my lower back. Scott pulled his hands away form my cock and ass for a moment and poured some shampoo down my back. He started giving me a deep pressure massage on my shoulders and back. It felt wonderful. He pulled my hips back a bit and slowly pushed my shoulders forward. I felt more probing directly on my hole. The pressure was intense and I could feel the head of his cock rubbing around my opening. When the head breached me, I could feel my ring hugging around the thick ridge of his cock. Scott placed both hands on my hips and exerted some more pressure to my ass. The soap wasn't as good as the lotion used earlier, but it did the trick. His cock slowly and painfully started pushing forward, moving my guts out of the way to make room for him. I could feel each incredible inch as it spread me open. "Relax, Jason, this feels so fucking good on my dick. Your ass is like butter and it is just eating up my big cock. And I know you want it too. I only have about 3 inches in you now, baby. How 'bout your control the rest. Get used to it, enjoy it man," he whispered in my ear. He was only about a 1/3 of the way in me??? Holy crap, this guy had a monster cock. Is this what it felt like for my wife when I slipped it into her? Guess not. I never tried it in her ass. And I wasn't nearly as big as the schlong up my ass. I slowly pulled away from him, until the ridge of his cock head was back at the mouth of my ass, my rim holding him tightly inside. I slowly pushed back at him. I knew when he started going in further than before because it got harder to push in. It was slow going. Back a bit, in a bit. I kept that up for what seemed like 50 or so stokes. My ass was hurting and I was sure he was almost all the way in. "We about done?" I asked with a pained gasp. "Not even close, bitch!" he responded and then pushed forward quickly. The first thing to happen was my head hit the shower wall. The pain of my forehead competed with the piercing pain that shot through my ass and lower back as Scott's dick hit paydirt. He bottomed out in me in one deep thrust. "Aughh!!!" I screamed! He kept on jabbing his hips into me while I was fully impaled on his cock. My face was slammed up against the wall. My feet couldn't keep contact with the floor and started slipping. Somehow Scott put his hands under my chest and pulled me up, lifting me up on his dick. He then stood straight up, pulling me completely off the shower floor. My toes were completely off the ground. My body weight was now distributed directly on his cock. It was so deep inside me and it hurt so bad I started to cry. Tears were coming down my cheeks. I opened my mouth to sob out load, but I only heard myself grunt. Scott heard it, too. "Yeah, I have you back in my saddle again," he breathed in my ear, "I love it deep like this. You have my whole cock covered. Your ass is so tight, I love fucking you." Scott kept up his assault on my ass. He kept on shifting a bit, which was enough to drive his cock in and out of me – but only a millimeter at a time. He asked me to relax my ass a bit and somehow I did. When I did it, it felt loads better. Then he asked me to bear down on him. I did that and I felt all tight again and the pain returned. "Again!" he bellowed and I released and bore down. His hands were on my upper chest squeezing my tight pecs and rubbing my nipples. Some of my chest hair was being ripped from my body due to the odd position we were in. My ass was on fire and I started to develop some control over the feelings down there. While it was painful if I tensed my asshole, when I relaxed the relief was so great it felt wonderful. Each time he jabbed I tried to tense up. We started developing a rhythm together. I could feel him kissing my shoulder. Scott's jabs somehow got longer in stroke. He was slowly fucking me in and out. It was still very uncomfortable, especially when I tensed my asshole down on him. But once I got my rhythm going, and measured the time I relaxed I could anticipate my relief. He slowed, which really frustrated me, so I began thrusting my ass back at him trying my best to get our rhythm back. "That's it baby, damn, your ass is really milking my cock. You are tight as you were last night. You have me hooked on your ass, Jace, no way am I going to stop getting more tail off you." Scott moaned aloud as he jabbed deep in me. "This is called deep dicking. And you have every one of my 9 inches in your twat right now. I am going to fuck you silly. Take it bitch! TAKE IT!" An uncontrollable moan of lust come from deep inside me was we continued to jab at each other. The hot water of the shower was beating me directly in the chest and running down the front of my body. My ass cheeks were firmly planted on his crotch and his dick was lodged deep in my guts. I could feel the root of his cock, it has stretched me beyond capacity. I knew I was torn open. And I looked down at my stomach and could actually see my insides moving. That big, fucking cock head of his was deep inside me, making a home for itself in my bowels. "Yeah, love my cock, Jace! Worship my cock!" he breathed in my ear as we mated. He was so close to me I could feel his wiry crotch hair against my butt cheeks. His chest hair was mashed into my back. I could feel the friction between our bodies. Strange sounds of lust came from him also as we moved, he must be getting ready to blow again I thought. All too quickly I heard him asked through clinched teeth, "You ready to take my load?" His hip movements increased and the length of his jabs got shorter. He squeezed me really tight around the chest and four deep low moans escaped his mouth. I actually could feel his cock getting bigger – well thicker that is. He also got harder. As this happened, the rim of my asshole couldn't take it. Instead of expanding to accommodate his thrusts, it was forced inside my body alongside his cock. It was a totally new sensation and I lost all control of my ass muscles. I could also feel the helmet of his cock growing thicker deep inside me. Then there was sudden wetness – very hot wetness inside me and the thrusts of his cock felt much better. His cum was acting like lube, coating his cock and my chute. As his hips stopped moving I felt our bodies swaying a bit. He had been holding my body up by his cock and arms for a while and he must have relaxed too much through his cumming. We slipped a bit in the shower and he quickly started dropping me down. I grabbed for the shower head and another metal bar in the shower to hold us steady for a moment. My feet touched the ground and I got my bearing. Scott continued to hold me tight as he came down from his sexual frenzy. He nuzzled my ear for a second and cooed in my ear, "baby that was fantastic!" I felt pride inside knowing I made him feel so good. But I also felt something different. Complete and utter lust. I was high on lust. My cock was completely hard, up against my belly. My nuts were drawn up close to my body and I wanted to cum badly. Scott's cock was still buried inside me, I still held most of his 9 inches in my asshole. I flexed my ass back on him and started fucking myself back on him. His cock was loosing its hardness, so I needed to be quick. I started slamming back into him. Ramming it in and out fast, careful not to go out too much, scared that it wouldn't go back in. I could feel cum leaking out of my hole, but that cum was my savior. It kept his knob lubed up and allowed me to fuck myself back on him. Neither one of us said a word. But I did a lot of moaning and crying out with pleasure. I really started to enjoy the feel of that thick cock entering into me from behind. My thrusting seemed to take on urgency. His hands left my body and he stood up straight. I could feel his cock getting softer, but it stayed semi-hard. Even this way, he was still bigger than me. Scott's hands lay on my waist and I had to reach back with my hands to his hips to make sure we stayed coupled. I started laying it back to him harder and faster. I was about to cum. My hands dug backwards into his ass and I slammed back into him. My cock was so hard up against my body and I was leaking so much precum out of it my whole entire lower abdomen was coated in my juice. Forced Ch. 03 "Scott, I'm a...almosT THERE!!! Ooo, gods, fuck me, fuck me hard!" By that point, I could barely control myself. The feeling was so exotic and delightful, yet naughty and dangerous, that I had pressed my ass fully back on Scott and tensed up my asshole on him. I moaned as I felt Scott digging inside me. I lowered my head and looked down at my cock. It was fiery red and swollen. My own orgasm was boiling over. My torso and legs began to lock up, signaling the inevitable. My balls pulled up right under my body. I pulled back on Scott and went over the edge. Without even touching my cock, I came. Hard. I nearly blacked out from the overwhelming wave of ecstasy that roared over me. My entire body was an erotic playground. Each part went into sensory overload and my mouth came open with a deep moan that vibrated in the hollow shower. Cum shot out of my cock so hard it hit my chin, my open mouth, my forehead...some even splattered up on the shower wall. I gave 10 or so continuous bursts of semen. I was overcome with sheer passion. I licked my lips and tasted my own essence again, not as scared to taste the tangy flavor. My orgasm seemed to last forever and yet was over all too soon. As the last waves of my orgasm died down, I collapsed onto his body, my cock still pulsing up against my body, but there wasn't any cum left in my nuts to expel. I gasped for breath. I could feel my toes curl and I rose up a little. When I did, Scott's cock slide out of my wet ass. My entire body felt like mush. I slowly sank back down and leaned against the wall weak with rubbery legs. I deftly felt Scott soaping up my lower back and ass with soap. He was careful when cleaning out my hole, as I was pretty sore. "You fucking slut," he joked, spanking me lightly. "You used my big cock to get off, didn't you? You love my big cock deep in your ass, don't you?" I was still on orgasm overload and just mumbled gibberish back at him. Scott cleaned us both off and rinsed the remaining soap and cum from our bodies. At the end of the shower he had my body turned towards his. Our cocks were occasionally touching; the tip of his cock was even resting on the base of my cock for a while. Neither of us got completely soft. Scott hugged me a couple of times and even kissed me, exploring my mouth a bit with his tongue. He turned off the water. Our skin looked like raisins, we were all pruney. Scott took control and dried my body thoroughly with a hotel towel. He spent some extra time on my cock and ass. Suddenly I heard a knock at the door. Continued... Forced Ch. 03 This story contains themes of forced sexual activity. Pleased do not read if you are offended by or dislike such themes. ~~~~~~~~~~ 'Oh Christ no. Please say it isn't true.' 'It is true. I tested three times. Same result every time.' 'Oh God. What are we going to do?' 'It's not the end of the world.' 'WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN? OF COURSE IT IS.' 'Don't shout at me and don't talk to me like that.' 'I'm sorry Lou. It's just, you know, we can't have his child.' Louise had just told Damon that she was pregnant. As Damon had not had sex with his wife for three months it was obviously not his. It was the big black man who had forced his way into their house six weeks ago and fucked Louise whilst Damon had to wait downstairs and listen to it all. 'I know it is not what we wanted but it is my child too.' 'Oh come on. He raped you. It's not the same. Or did you want it to happen? I heard you cumming over and over again. You must have enjoyed it.' Damon regretted that as soon as he said it. It was mean and nasty. 'Fuck off Damon. I had no choice and you know it.' Louise was pissed at Damon for saying it but she felt guilty that there was truth in it. Their relationship had deteriorated significantly over the last six weeks. Damon was constantly irritable; they argued a lot. It was getting them both down. Damon kept on pushing for them to move house; to get away from the gang who were terrorising them. Louise saw the sense in this but she did not want to leave her life, her friends and her job behind her. However, there was something else stopping her agreeing. That night six weeks ago was indeed terrifying, at least initially, but it was also the most intense sex of her life. She found herself wandering if and when it would happen again. It made her scared but she knew that she wanted it to happen again. This did cause significant feelings of guilt but it was also true that she could not have resisted the man who broke in. She had to fuck him or he would have fucked her and Damon up. 'Look. All I am saying is that we don't have to actually have the baby.' 'How can you say that?' She looked at Damon with disgust. 'You are even more pro-life than me. You don't believe in abortion in any circumstance. How can you suggest that I have one?' 'This is different.' Was all that he could mutter. He knew she was right. He was letting all of his deepest principles disappear. He was doing it because he did not want to face being reminded of his wife's rape every day as he looked at the baby. 'I know it is not what we planned but I am pregnant and I am keeping it. Okay?' 'Okay. But you don't have to keep it. You could, you know, get it adopted.' 'No Damon. I cannot have a baby in me for nine months and then just give it away as soon as I give birth. That is not me and you know it.' 'Oh God.' Damon slumped into the lounge chair and put his head in his hands. Could his life get any worse? ~~~~~~~~~~ Louise and Damon did not talk much over the next couple of weeks. Damon threw himself into his work and this suited Louise. He was really pissing her off. She knew he was badly affected by what had happened and the prospect of raising another man's baby but she was still pissed at him. She still resented his weakness. She was, however, beginning to get worried about actually having the baby. How would they explain that their baby would obviously not be Damon's? It would be obvious that the father was a black man. They could not say it was the result of a rape because the gang would pay them a violent visit if they did. She also did not want to suggest that she had cheated on Damon and destroy her reputation. She did not know what they should do. Damon's persistent suggestions about moving house were now beginning to make sense. She heard him come through the front door. 'Damon? I think we should talk.' 'Look Lou. I am tired. I don't want to argue.' 'Neither do I. Just come here.' He did as he was told. 'I have been thinking. You are right. We should move.' 'I have been saying that for ages for Christ's sake.' He was so grumpy these days. 'I know, I know. It is just, well, the baby.' 'Oh I see. You don't want people to talk.' He was being nasty. He said this with a taunting, almost mocking, tone. 'Oh don't be like that. I am sure you don't want everyone to see you raising a baby that is obviously not yours but will obviously be mine.' She rubbed her stomach just in case he did not understand what she was saying. 'Well you are not going to get any argument from me. I will make the arrangements. There are transfers on offer at work. I will find one that is as far as possible away from here so we can protect your reputation.' He was sneering. 'You are being such a twat these days.' Louise stormed off. Damon was annoyed with himself. He knew he was being a twat but he could not help himself. He did not know how to fix it. ~~~~~~~~~~ Over the next three months Louise and Damon began to work on their relationship as Damon made arrangements for moving. They were taking counselling but it was tough to talk through their issues without actually talking about what happened. However, the simple process of doing something together to fix their broken relationship was in itself bringing them closer together. The prospect of moving away seemed to be having a relaxing effect on Damon. Louise guessed this was due to the fact that the gang would not know where they lived; they could finally get away from them. This thought caused Louise to have mixed emotions. She wanted it because she knew it is what Damon needed but she could not help regretting it because she wanted to experience the sexual intensity she felt at the hands of the huge black man. She often wandered if they would ever pay them a visit again. She had thought it would have happened by now. She felt the longing between her legs. It had been six months now since her and Damon had made love; he was still impotent. At least they had started to kiss and cuddle again but she needed more. She knew she would have to wait until the baby was born. Damon was a lot happier these days. They would be moving in a couple of day's time and things with Louise were vastly improved. They could start a new life three hundred miles away. He had even come to terms with the prospect of bringing up another man's baby. They had agreed that they would say it was artificial insemination that went a little bit wrong. Not a sophisticated lie maybe but it would do. He looked out of their bedroom window and noticed a silver car a little way down the road. He was sure he had seen it before. He knew it did not belong to any of his neighbours. Maybe one of the desperate housewives was enjoying a bit a fun whilst their husband was at work. He laughed to himself and went to continue the packing for the big move. ~~~~~~~~~~ The day of the move came two days later. Everything was packed and both Louise and Damon were excited about their new adventure. They dispatched the removal van and left their first marital home for the last time. As he climbed into their car Damon noticed that silver car again and chuckled to himself, imagining one of his frumpy neighbours bouncing up and down on some young virile cock whilst her husband was working hard. Once inside he glanced over at Louise. Pregnancy was really suiting her. He marvelled at her curves. Pregnancy had made her ass and tits even bigger than they were before. You might say she was all tits and ass and hips; the very definition of womanhood. He smiled and they started chatting happily as they drove the six hour journey to their new life. It was four in the afternoon by the time they arrived at their beautiful new house. The removals van was already there and they stated to unpack. Two hours later, the removal men finally left. Damon was seeing them off when his heart suddenly skipped a beat. He saw that silver car again. Surely it wasn't the same car, was it? He knew in his heart that it was the same car though. His belief was confirmed two seconds later as he felt a hard round object being pushed into his back and familiar voice in his ear. 'Hello pissy boy.' It was all Damon could do to avoid pissing himself in front of this man again. 'Let's go inside.' The gun was removed from his back and they walked into the house and straight into the kitchen. 'Oh my God!' Louise exclaimed as she dropped the cup she was holding. She had fantasised about seeing this man again but thought it would never happen. Even so, she was surprised at how calm she felt. The gun pointed at Damon was not causing her to be in the slightest bit frightened; the tingling between her legs told her why. It was obvious that Damon was as frightened as the last two encounters, although he had an odd, almost determined, look on his face that she had not seen before. 'So guys. Tell me something. What made you think it was acceptable to move house without getting our permission?' Louise and Damon remained silent. This question enhanced Damon's terror. They had pissed off this guy. 'I am offended. This bitch is carrying my baby and you try and sneak away. What kind of shit is that?' The huge black man was not on his own. He was again accompanied by the smaller black guy who had kept an eye on Damon whilst Louise was getting fucked last time they visited. 'I mean. What made you think that I would let something like this happen? You know things about me that can get me into a lot of trouble. I cannot believe that you thought I would not keep an eye on you and that you could sneak away without me knowing. You guys are stupid.' Damon's knew the truth in what this man was saying. He was terrified at the thought of what punishment these men may meter out on them but he was determined to stay in control of himself this time. 'Well it has been far too long since I have enjoyed the pleasure of sweet Louise. Can I assume that pissy boy here still has not managed to fuck you?' Louise answered far too quickly for Damon's liking. 'No he hasn't.' 'I can't believe how much of a pussy this man is. What the fuck do you see in him?' Both men laughed heartily. 'Can he get it up yet?' 'No.' Louise felt mean saying these things but knew she had no choice. 'Good. Now you are carrying my baby he is forbidden from fucking you. I do not want anything to harm our baby.' The smile on his face told Louise that this man was enjoying taunting Damon. 'My problem now is this. I am so big that I cannot fuck you either. I do not want to hurt our baby. So, Damon. Tell me what we can do? I want some fun with your wife but I can't fuck her cunt. Tell me what to do.' The smaller guy was sniggering. 'What? Don't ask me.' Damon muttered. He knew what they wanted him to say but he could not suggest what this man should do with his Louise. The smaller guy stopped sniggering and punched Damon hard in the stomach. He bent over and held himself; he was in agony. He forced himself back up straight. 'Boy. You know how this works. If I ask you a question you answer me. Now tell me. What shall me and Louise do?' Damon looked the man straight in his eyes. 'I suppose you want me to suggest she gives you a blowjob.' Saying it almost made him throw up right there but he maintained control. 'Hmmm. Nice idea. I think I will. The only trouble is we have done that before. Don't you think we should try something new?' He was loving taunting Damon. The situation was beginning to cause Louise to get aroused. She was worried about Damon getting hurt but she could not help desiring that impressive cock. 'I, I, err, I don't know.' Damon did not want to suggest anal. That monster would rip Louise apart. 'Oh come on pissy boy. You can do better than that.' He had no choice. 'You could try anal.' 'Whoa. What are you talking about boy? Is this bitch an anal slut?' 'No, of course not,' Damon snapped. 'Is she an anal virgin?' 'Yes.' 'Is that true bitch?' Louise nodded. The thought of that massive rock entering her ass was beginning to scare her; it was far too big, she would be ripped. 'Well pissy boy. You have seen the size of my cock. What makes you think she can take that in her virgin ass? What kind of idiot are you?' 'Look. I don't know what you want me to say.' 'Hmmm. I see your problem. Now, I do like the idea of that sweet white ass getting fucked. That was a good idea pissy boy. But it is just never going to work with me trying to fit this in it.' He grabbed his crotch. 'So, what are we going to do?' Damon just stared him in the eyes and remained silent. 'Hey, I tell you what.' The smaller black guy started talking. 'How about I fuck her ass whilst she sucks your cock? Yeah, that will work. We just need to tie up this boy up.' 'Damn! That is a good idea. You see, my brother here has a long cock. Not as long as mine but still very long. But he is much thinner. Perfect for breaking in virgin white ass.' Louise felt oddly relieved. She was still worried about losing her anal virginity to a stranger but at least it would not cause the same damage as the huge cock that had made her pregnant. The men made short work of tying Damon up. The men led his Louise away to the bedroom. Damon remained calm. No-one knew, especially not Louise, but he had been planning what he would do next time these guys visited. Being tied up was not part of the plan but he knew he had quite a bit of time to try and get out of his bindings and implement his plan. ~~~~~~~~~~ As Louise entered her new bedroom she began to get really nervous. She had never been interested in anal sex but now it was going to happen whether she wanted it or not. She felt terrible for Damon but she was sexually excited. She had not had a sniff of action for three months and she had been fantasising about the big black cock that got her pregnant every day since. She was unsure about this other man but he was equally as beautiful as his bigger companion; he was certainly sexually very attractive. She wandered if they were actually brothers or whether the word was just black slang. Without being asked she slipped off her dress and underwear. They both looked at her and smiled. 'Damn girl. We are gonna have some good looking kid. You are the prettiest white girl I have bred.' Louise found the trash talk a bit of a turn on. She did not really know why; she should have found it completely demeaning. The guys got undressed. Louise feasted her eyes on that huge black cock again. She felt the wetness between her legs at the sight of her fantasy. She looked over at the smaller guy and saw that his body was every bit as impressive as his brother. His cock was also beautiful. It must have been ten inches long; it was already hard; but it was maybe half the girth of his brother's; she was relieved to see this. 'Get to work bitch.' Her instruction came from the smaller guy. She obeyed instantly. Lou bent over and took the cock she had dreamt about every day for the last three months in her mouth. She devoured it hungrily. Straight away she was deep-throating; sucking enthusiastically. 'Hey, you learnt some skills girl.' The positive feedback mad her even wetter and she stated to gently suck all over the cock and the massive balls. Suddenly she felt another two hands exploring her body. The smaller guy was rubbing her baby-filled belly before grabbing her milk-filled bulbous tits. He was rough and squeezed them hard. She could not complain as the huge cock was being forced deep into her throat; she sucked hard. She could not believe how turned on she was; she was pleasuring the cock of her dreams and was about to get used by another beautiful stranger. She felt the smaller guy pull her ass cheeks apart slightly. Lou was very nervous; she braced herself for the pain. 'Oww.' She emitted a cock-muffled squeal as the smaller guy slapped her ass really hard. 'Damn. This bitch has a black girl's ass. I am gonna destroy this thing.' 'Have fun brother.' Louise felt the cock being pushed gently against her anus. The father of the baby growing inside her grabbed her head so that his cock was deep down her throat and she could not complain as his brother's cock defiled her virgin ass. 'Ummmph. Ummmph.' This was all Louise could mutter as the ten inch cock was forced deep inside her ass. The pain was intense; worse than she expected. Her ass was being stretched more than it ever had before. She could feel it deep inside her. The pain was sharp and persistent. The cock stayed deep inside her for about a minute. He was waiting for her to relax slightly. Far too soon for her, she felt the cock start to pump her ass roughly. There was none of the tenderness of the last encounter with his brother. Her ass was getting well and truly fucked. The pain continued relentless as her mouth and face were both being fucked hard. The brothers marvelled at her full bouncing tits and wobbling ass; she was a true pregnant beauty. The pain was making Louise's eyes water. Tears were streaming down her cheeks but she was still feeling extremely horny and wet. She began to use one hand to finger herself. She had two fingers inside her pussy playing with her clit. She could feel the cock in her ass through her vaginal wall. She gradually got used to the ever-present pain. Louise felt really dirty and naughty that she was enjoying having every hole filled. She was so incredibly turned on that she brought herself to orgasm in less than three minutes. Her body shuddered as she almost silently came hard. The two cocks kept on fucking her welcoming mouth and ass. She began to push back against the cock in her ass as she came down from her eye-watering orgasm. It still hurt like hell but she was really getting into having her ass destroyed by a big black cock. Louise could tell the two guys were getting close. She could hear their breathing quicken. Then suddenly heard the man with his cock in her mouth shout. 'WHAT THE FUCK?' This was very closely followed by a quiet hiss-like sound and the man fell backwards. Louise did not know what was happening. It was a split second before she realised that the father of her baby had been shot in the head. She felt the smaller guy pull his cock out of her ass just before she heard the second hiss-like sound and the smaller guy falling. Louise screamed. As she turned round she saw Damon standing at the door with a silenced gun in his hand and a steely confident look in his eyes. Louise could not believe her eyes. Was this really the same Damon who had been so weak for the last six months? He suddenly seemed more of a man, more of a protector, more attractive. 'Right bitch. You've had you fun with black cock. That's over now. Get over here and suck my cock. Now.' Damon sounded strong and authoritative. He felt full of confidence. He had taken control of his life back and he had finally got his hard-on back. Louise felt suddenly sexually excited by her husband; she obeyed without a word. She pulled his pants down and started to suck his rock hard cock. It was certainly tiny in comparison to the two dead guys next to them but she was no less turned on. Damon had not had sex for half a year and so he came in her mouth in about two minutes. 'Keep sucking bitch.' She followed Damon's orders. His entire length was in her mouth as she worked to bring his softening cock back to life. He held her head strongly, not letting her up for air. It had been so long and he was going to have his way, no question. When he was ready to go again he pulled out of her mouth and turned her around so she was facing the two dead black men on the floor. Blood was quickly seeping into the carpet. It was a sickening sight but she knew Damon was in control and she wanted him in her so bad. She did not have to wait. Damon quickly forced his full length into her unbelievably wet pussy. He pounded hard and fast. It was almost as if he was trying to make up for lost time. He was trying to make up for lost time. Forced Ch. 03 The familiar warmth of her vagina was an amazing feeling as he roughly fucked it. He had missed that warm feeling. He slapped her perfect jelly ass and watched it shake; she was stunning. Reclaiming his wife's pussy whilst standing over the two gang-members he had just slain made him feel so strong; he could do anything. He continued to pound hard until he felt himself cumming again. Louise realised Damon was close so she used her fingers to help bring her to orgasm at the same time. They both exploded into ecstasy. Damon closed his eyes as he pumped his juices into his gorgeous Louise. The searing daggers of bliss got to every part of his body. Louise began to get up. She wanted to kiss Damon. He had different ideas. He pushed her back down onto her knees and stuffed his cock into her mouth again. Louise did not need any instruction. She began to lick his cock and balls; taking each ball into her mouth for the first time ever, sucking gently. She went back to the shaft and deep-throated again until he was full hard again. Damon pulled out and said, 'I may not be the first in your ass but I am going to be the first to cum in it.' With that he turned her around, slapped her ass then forced his cock into it. It felt so tight around his cock. It felt amazing. Damon had never had anal sex before and he knew after two seconds that he loved it. He lost himself in the feeling and began to pound Louise's wobbling ass hard and fast. Louise felt a little breathless with Damon's enthusiastic fucking. She began to use her fingers on herself. She was wet and sticky with Damon's cum dripping out of her. She could not feel Damon through her virginal wall the way she could feel the dead black man's cock but this felt better, much better. The man she loved was fucking her ass and it hurt a lot less as he was substantially smaller. Louise played with her super-sensitive clit as Damon continued to pump her ass hard. She felt the heat growing between her thighs; the sensitivity getting more and more intense until it suddenly came upon her. 'OH FUCK YES, YES, YES. OH MY GOD YES.' Her body was shivering with another intense orgasm. This was all Damon needed to push him over the edge and he squirted his juice into his wife's ass. He felt like he was on top of the world. ~~~~~~~~~~ 'What are we going to do with these two?' Louise asked after she had cleaned herself up and got dressed. 'Don't you worry about that. We'll report it to the police. Tell them everything about how they broke in and raped you. I was well within my rights to shoot them.' Damon was all confidence. He continued to talk. 'Here's how it's going to be Louise. From this day forward you will spend every day of your life worshipping my cock. Okay?' It did not really sound like a question to Louise but she answered anyway. 'Okay.' Louise thought that this new Damon was sexy as fuck. 'Now I don't want to hurt the baby so your ass is going to see a lot of action. Now I don't want to have to ask. Okay?' 'Okay lover.' Louise smiled at him and they finally kissed. Over the next few weeks the situation with the two dead black guys in their bedroom was investigated and everything worked out fine for Damon and Louise. The police never admitted it but they acted like they were glad that someone had killed these two dangerous men. With regard to Louise and Damon's relationship, it went from strength to strength. As instructed Louise gladly offered Damon her ass and her mouth every morning and every night until she gave birth (he was offered all three holes after Louise recovered from giving birth). Damon took full advantage; they both came a lot every day. Life was once again good. Forced Ch. 04 I couldn't believe the night still wasn't over yet, but I slowly nodded and felt Will direct me towards the bed. Will laid himself on the bed on his back and instructed me to straddle him. I did and I felt Sir come up behind me. "Be gentle at first, Will, let her get used to it. She's never done it before," I heard Sir tell Will. Will replied, "Oh I'll go slow," and winked at me. That wink scared me but I was glad that Sir was behind me and I was on top of Will; how much harm could Will possibly instill upon me when I was on top of him? "I'm going to walk you through this, love," Sir said to me. I nodded. "Do exactly as I say, when I say it, okay baby?" I nodded again in response. "Good girl. Now slowly lower yourself onto Will's cock; let it go into that wonderful cunt of yours." I nodded again and slowly lowered myself onto Will's semi-hard cock. I felt it stiffen inside me as I lowered myself more, letting his cock finally go all the way into willing pussy. "Very good, now ride his cock, love. Ride his cock slow at first, and when I tell you to speed up, you will speed up, understand?" I nodded and raised myself up, letting almost all of his cock expel from my pussy. I lowered myself down again and felt Will's hands reach up to grasp my hips. "Not yet, Will. Let me do this for a little while, then you can have your way with her," Sir said to Will. "Okay, okay," Will replied. "Keep going, baby. Ignore him," Sir said gently to me. I nodded and started to lift myself up and down, creating a slow rhythm. I felt Sir's hands reach around me and fondle my nipples, making me wetter than before. "Go faster now, love," Sir whispered into my ear as he began to lick my earlobe and neck. I complied, and sped up my thrusting. I had to admit, I really liked this so far. Up, down, up, down, I bounced off of Will's cock. I felt Sir's cock suddenly rubbing against my ass; just very gently reminding me of its' presence. I started to get nervous, but Sir calmed me when he said, "Relax baby. I'm going to make this pleasurable for all of us, I promise." I smiled and kept my steady rhythm. When I had started to feel another fire kindle inside my loins, Sir whispered into my ear, "I think it's time for you to feel my cock inside you as well, don't you?" as he licked up my ear. I moaned and responded, "Yes, Sir. I think I'm ready," even though I knew I wasn't really ready. I was surprised that Will had remained almost silent underneath me; besides a few moans every now and then he hadn't said a word to me, and that was how I liked it. I felt Sir's cock head press against my asshole. "Lean forward, love," Sir said to me. "Help my cock get inside your wonderful asshole again." I leaned forward slightly and put my hands on Will's chest. I looked into Will's eyes and prepared myself for Sir's cock once more. He tried to push into my asshole, but couldn't get his head inside. He leaned down and spat on my asshole, that being the only kind of lubrication handy. "Help me, love. Push out for me like you did the first time," he said. I pushed my asshole out as he pressed his head against my asshole. I bit my bottom lip and clasped my eyes shut to try and hide the intense pain this was causing. His cock head popped in past my sphincter and I couldn't help but lean forward and almost make his cock exit. I let out a whimper of discomfort and pain as Sir started pushing forward more. He had his hands on my hips and was pulling me back to him. "Ahh! Sir, please, take your cock out! I can't take two! I just can't!" I screamed at him. "Shh, hush now little one," he replied. "No! I can't take two, Sir!" I said as I pulled myself forward and forced his cock to exit my burning asshole. "Come here, cunt!" Sir screamed at me as he pulled my hips back towards him. He pushed his cock into my asshole once more and I again pulled myself forward enough to make it exit yet again. I felt his hand slap my ass and he said, "Alright, I was trying to be gentle with you, but now Will is going to punish you. Get up and stand beside the bed while we decide your punishment." I let a tear fall down my cheek as I got up after he did. Will got up and stood next to Sir. They began talking quietly, but I couldn't distinguish anything they were saying. I was very scared now; Sir had said that Will was to punish me. Sir had already punished me once and it was horrible; I didn't want to know what Will's punishments felt like. I saw Will nod and I heard him say, "Move in front of your bed, facing me," Will said. I did as I was told. "Now, spread your arms up high and your legs far apart, like you're doing jumping jacks." I complied and I felt him tie all four of my limbs to two of my posts. I began to cry silently as I saw Sir pull out a riding crop from a bag I hadn't noticed earlier. "Now, I'm going to hit you 100 times with this, anywhere I wish. After each hit, you are to say, ‘I will not disobey!'. You will not struggle and you will not scream. Do you understand?" I nodded and heaved a breath. My whole body was trembling with fear. I swore to myself I would not resist either of them again tonight. I saw him crack the crop in the air a few times; my whole body wincing with each crack, anticipating each blow onto my soft body. Will walked over towards me and I saw an evil lust in his eyes. He loved it that I had disobeyed and that he got to punish me. I closed my eyes tightly and bit my bottom lip. I wasn't allowed to scream and I didn't want to get a more severe punishment for doing so. I anticipated the first blow, and felt it land on and scratch my left breast. "Ohh!" I whimpered out in pain. Will waited a few minutes before he cracked the whip down on me again, this time landing on my right breast. I resisted the urge to scream at the top of my lungs as the third one hit my gaping cunt. The fourth came down twice as hard as the third had, and on the same place. "AHH!" I screamed out; I couldn't help it. I was prepared to hear Will or Sir verbally punish me, but Will only said, "That's it. Scream for me baby. And you're not saying what I asked you to. You'd better start saying it." I nodded and from that point on I always said "I will not disobey!" after every hit. He hit me over and over again, not only on my breasts and my soaking cunt, but also on my thighs, shins and stomach. I hurt all over by the time he got to 50 and he untied me and turned me around. I almost didn't comply; I was in so much pain that I could hardly move. I reluctantly turned around and let him tie me in the same position. My ass got abused for the second time of the night. When he had finally reached 100, my whole body was trembling with pain and I was barely whispering "I will not disobey" to Will. I had no more energy. It seemed like all of my energy had just been beaten out of me, and against my will at that. Will untied me and pushed me onto the bed. I curled myself up, trying to fall asleep I think, when Sir came over and gave me something to drink. "Drink this. It will give you your energy back. We're not done yet, love," he said as he pressed a straw to my mouth. I drank all of the drink and he was right; within a few minutes I had all of my energy back. I was still in severe pain, but I was energized at least. "Now, time to try again baby," Sir said. I nodded and we all three got situated. "We're starting over, little one, so remember, lower yourself onto his cock and slowly ride him until I say otherwise. Do not struggle this time when I try to put my cock into your asshole. Trust me, love, you'll love it after the pain goes away." I nodded again in response. I lowered myself down onto Will's now very hard cock; apparently he loved to hit women, because it had turned him on so much. His cock was already gleaming with precum and throbbing when I felt it slip into my cunt. I moved my hips around so that his whole cock could get inside my quivering body. "Very good, now start riding his cock, baby," Sir said to me. I raised myself up and lowered myself back down. I began the slow rhythm as I had before, and not too long after I felt Sir's breath on my neck telling me to go a bit faster. Faster and harder I pumped myself on top of Will. His hands were on my hips, guiding me; pulling and pushing me up and down. I felt his cock rubbing against my g-spot very roughly and it felt amazing. I was lost in my passion again and almost didn't notice Sir rubbing his cock against my ass as I bounced off Will's hard rod. "Stop, love. Lean forward like before," Sir said. I complied and leaned forward for him, closed my eyes shut, and waited for the pain. He reached under me and lubricated his fingers a bit with my leaking pussy juice. He gently pressed two fingers into my delicate asshole and began to slowly finger fuck my ass. I tried to forget the fact that his monster cock would be going up there within minutes, and I just tried to enjoy the feeling he was giving me. I grasped his fingers and Will's cock with my muscles and I heard Will moan underneath me. I felt Sir add another digit into my now loosened up asshole and he began pumping his fingers in and out of me ruthlessly. I banged his fingers, moving my hips back to meet his amazing fingers. Just as I felt my orgasm building up steadily, he removed his fingers and I felt his cock press against my asshole. "Kiss Will while I do this, love. Focus on the kiss only. Do you understand?" Sir asked. "Yes, Sir," I replied. "Good girl. Now lean down and kiss him." I complied and felt my lips wrap around Will's. It wasn't long before our tongues were passionately playing with each other. The kiss alone made me quiver with lust for him. I felt Sir press against my asshole and felt his enormous head enter my asshole, popping past my sphincter. I tried to lift my head up and let out a squeal of pain, but Will held my head down and kissed me harder. "Focus on the kiss, love. I'm not even here," Sir said. I relaxed my asshole and felt Sir push forward into my asshole. He kept pushing and pushing, deeper and deeper, as I tried to focus only on this amazing kiss I was having. Will was a phenomenal kisser. He knew all the right places to kiss in and around my mouth, and knew how to move his tongue a certain way to give me shivers of pleasure and desire. I didn't hardly notice Sir's cock again until he so matter-of-factly announced that he was all the way in. "Now I want you to sit up slightly, love. Just a little over halfway," Sir said. I lifted myself up quickly and dropped back down, giving out a whimper of pain after I had sat up a bit. "Do it slowly, love. Don't hurt yourself too much," Sir said, as if he'd forgotten to earlier. I very slowly pushed myself up with the palms of my hands. It felt much better slower and I even let out a slight moan as I was up at the angle Sir wanted me to be. "Good girl, how does that feel?" "It hurts, Sir, but I like it that it hurts. I love the pain you give me," I found myself saying. "Mmm, that was the right answer. Now lift your hips up just a little baby. I'm going to stay put while Will is going to fuck your pussy gently," he emphasized ‘gently' and looked down at Will as he said it, "and then when I think you can handle it, I'm going to start moving my cock in and out of your ass at the same time that Will will be fucking your cunt. You will not resist us. Is that clear?" "Yes, Sir." "Good. Now Will, it's your turn to have the pleasure." When I had raised my hips up, Will had followed me with his hips, keeping his cock in my pussy. I felt him lower himself slowly and pull completely out. He made sure that his cock was going to go into my entrance as he raised himself up again slightly, just as slow as he had went going out. I felt his cock stretch my pussy so wide it felt, but managed to keep quiet for the most part, even though my stretching pussy was telling me to scream at the top of my lungs. Will lifted himself up and down in a slow rhythm for several minutes before I found myself moving slightly with him. I felt Sir's cock slowly start to move out a little bit, but then I thought it must have been imagination because he hadn't moved except with my hips as I rose up and down to meet Will's thrusts. I clenched my muscles around what meant to be Will's cock, but Sir felt it too and they both moaned aloud in unison. I smiled to myself when I felt Will stop dead in his tracks; completely stopping his amazingly sensational rhythm that was simply enticing. "Ride my cock again, baby. I want to lie here and watch you fuck my cock with that amazing cunt of yours," Will said to me. I nodded and raised myself up. Just as I was about to plunge back down, I heard Sir whisper, "I'm going to start fucking your asshole now, love. Ignore the pain and just think about how hard you're going to make Will and I cum by letting us do this. Think about how much you're pleasing us." "Mmm, yes Sir," I replied. I plunged myself back down and I felt Sir remove his cock from my asshole. I lifted myself back up and held myself there as I felt him push his cock back into my ass. It hurt because he hadn't moved since he had entered the first time, but I tried to ignore it, like he had said. I let myself drop back down as he pulled out. We began this slow alternating rhythm and he waited until he thought I was comfortable enough to go faster. "Pump his cock faster, love. Ride him harder now," Sir said to me. I nodded and began a new rhythm, this one faster and fiercer than before. I felt Sir speed up at the same time as me and go with my thrusts. It felt so amazing to have two cocks inside me at once. I felt so full like I never had before, and it felt so wonderful. I went faster and faster, now slamming myself onto Will's cock as I felt Sir's cock plunge into my asshole harder and harder with every thrust. Yet another orgasm was building up quickly inside me; I could tell this one would be the most powerful of all. I clenched my muscles around their cocks as I bounced up and down with my own thrusts and Sir's as well. I heard them moaning behind and below me as I myself was moaning and whimpering in pleasure. I soon felt the orgasm begin to surface; taking my breath and almost taking my motor skills away as well. I couldn't move as my orgasm rushed through me. My breath was gone and I became lightheaded. I vaguely felt Sir and Will pumping my pussy and ass below and behind me as I was lost in my orgasm. I tried to breathe as it seemed like wave after wave of immense pleasure was streaming throughout my body. I was trembling all over and my pussy and ass clenched their cocks so tightly that I could tell they were having a hard time moving at all. They both moaned loudly and groaned as they came almost at the same time. The waves hit me even harder when I felt their hot cum fill my ass and pussy. When I could finally take a breath, I let it out by letting out the most animalistic, guttural groan that had ever escaped my throat. I couldn't keep myself up and I felt Sir and Will hold me in my position as they let the last few shots of cum fill me up. I began to get the feeling back in my trembling arms as we all caught our breaths. Somehow I knew that this was their best threesome they'd ever had…it was just too obvious that they had done this to another girl before; everything was so planned. I jerked awake and sat straight up in my bed. The lights were out, I was in my sleepwear, everything was as it had been before. There was no way that could have been a dream. I looked at my clock: 1:17. I almost laid back down but something caught my eye. Something hanging on my bedpost. I tried to adjust my eyes to the darkness, but ended up getting up and turning on the light. I took a deep breath as I turned around to look at my bedpost…I was so afraid that I was going to see Sir's jacket there. When I turned around, I did see a coat…my own that I had hung up after I had came home late that evening. So, it was all a dream. Simply an amazing, erotic dream on a Saturday night. ~Thanks for all the feedback I've gotten from my fellow Literotica fans! If you have any ideas for a story you would like written, please contact me.~ Forced Ch. 04 I deftly felt Scott soaping up my lower back and ass with soap. He was careful when cleaning out my hole, as I was pretty sore. "You fucking slut," he joked, spanking me lightly. "You used my big cock to get off, didn't you? You love my big cock deep in your ass, don't you?" I was still on orgasm overload and just mumbled gibberish back at him. Scott cleaned us both off and rinsed the remaining soap and cum from our bodies. At the end of the shower he had my body turned towards his. Our cocks were occasionally touching; the tip of his cock was even resting on the base of my cock for a while. Neither of us got completely soft. Scott hugged me a couple of times and even kissed me, exploring my mouth a bit with his tongue. He turned off the water. Our skin looked like raisins, we were all pruney. Scott took control and dried my body thoroughly with a hotel towel. He spent some extra time on my cock and ass. Suddenly I heard a knock at the door. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "Put this on around your waist and get the door while I dry off, OK champ?" Scott asked with a cocky smile. This guy was so conceited it drove me nuts. But again, I conformed. I wrapped the towel around my waist and left the bathroom. I looked out the peephole and asked, "Who's there?" "Airport delivery sir, we have your luggage." A young looking Hispanic guy was on the other side of the door. I was so happy to get my luggage – I would be able to brush my teeth and change into fresh clothes. I opened the door in just my towel. The gentleman in the hall looked up and down my body quickly. "Scott Banks?" he asked. "What?" "Are you Scott Banks?" he inquired again. "I am Scott Banks," I heard behind me as Scott came out of the bathroom. The Hispanic guy's jaw almost hit the ground. I turned slightly and saw that Scott was buck naked. He was still sporting a semi and it swung back and forth across his nuts. "Hey, my luggage is here, sweet!" Nobody said a word for a couple of seconds, but those seconds seemed like an hour. I was between Scott and the door, so he asked me to grab his bag. When I leaned forward, Scott must have grabbed the edge of my towel and pulled it quickly from my body. I felt the cool air of the hallway whisk over my body. My nipples reacted immediately and got instantly hard. The delivery guy shot me a quick look and stared right at my cock. Scott moved up behind me and pulled my body towards him. "Come on baby, let's go back to bed and let me fuck you again." I was speechless. The delivery guy had a wry smile on his face and blushed. I know I was instantly deep red, too. I tried jerking away from Scott but my only way of escape would have been out into the hotel hallway. He pushed me forward a bit towards the doorframe and I had no other recourse than to push back into him. His cock nestled into the top of my ass crack. "Yeah, he wants it bad again, buddy. You interested in joining us?" "Jesus Scott, shut the fuck up!" I pushed back with more effort. I pulled the suitcase in with me and slammed the door shut. Scott was laughing his ass off as I stormed back into the room. "You think that is funny, huh smartass?" I snapped at him. "Hilarious, baby, hilarious!" he laughed back at me. "Why the fuck did you do that? It was stupid. You are stupid! Asshole!" I yelled at him. I was really pissed off on so many different levels. I am more modest than this. I don't go around flashing people. I don't solicit sex from strangers. I don't have sex with guys. Well, not normally anyway. "Lighten up, Randall." I hate being called by my last name - with one exception. My wife calls me Randall as a pet name. Or when she was really pissed at me. "Don't' call me Randall, you prick!" "Easy, baby! Settle down. Let's get dressed and grab some breakfast. You can use some of my stuff to get ready. Your clothes from last night are over there, I folded them up last night" he motioned over towards a chair in the corner. Sure enough, my clothes from yesterday were neatly folded. He put his suitcase on the bed, unlocked it and unzipped it. I stood in place, breathing through my nose trying to calm down. Scott found his toiletry bag and opened it. He grabbed some speed stick and spread some under his puts. I watched from across the bed. He threw the deodorant my way and I caught it. I opened it and could smell the musky spicy scent that I had picked up from Scott's body earlier. I spread it on my pits and threw it back to him. He smiled deeply at me and I could read his mind – yeah, I have even more of his scent on me. GREAT! I turned towards my clothes and picked up my boxers. I bent forward to pull them on and heard a low whistle coming from Scott. "Nice fucking ass, Jason. Still can't believe you let me tap it last night. Haven't had a cherry ass like yours in years." I felt the rush of blood creeping across my body as I blushed crimson. I decided not to say a word, because I wouldn't have stopped yelling it I started. I sat on my chair and pulled on my socks, then grabbed my undershirt and pulled it on. My khaki pants and button down followed. I looked up at Scott as I was buttoning up my shirt. He was slowly pulling up his jeans. He hadn't put on underwear. His cock flopped out of the zipper. "I like to go commando, Jace. It gives me easy access to my goodies. You should try it, I'd like to have easy access to your goodies, too" he said with that conceited smirk I hated. I sat down again and started lacing up my shoes. "You can use my toothbrush and razor if you want to, after what we shared last night exchanging a little more body fluid isn't going to be a big deal, is it?" Again, that fucking smile. He had his toothbrush and toothpaste in his hand and went into the bathroom. I heard the water running and after a minute or two, he poked his head out. "You can use it now." Perfect, I get to use his used toothbrush. He was showing the pecking order of our relationship. I grudgingly went into the bathroom. It was a mess. There were towels all over the floor. The shower had hair all over the tub floor. Mostly black curly hair, but I could also see my lighter and straighter brown hair mixed in there. I moved up to the sink and started brushing my teeth. Scott came in closer behind me and I could feel his body rubbing against mine. I could actually feel this tumescent cock rubbing alongside my upper ass. Scott said, "excuse me" as he plugged the razor into the wall socket and started shaving his face. I could feel the cool air replace the spot his body had been rubbing up against. He let me use his razor when he was finished, but I had to empty out all the trimmings before I could use it. Fucking hairy beast. Once I was done I joined him in the room again. He was finished dressing with a really nice polo shirt, jeans and leather boots. "Let's go," he said as he headed for the door. We walked in silence down the hall to the elevator. He was checking his voicemail on his cell phone. Once we got inside the elevator he announced that Denver had gotten almost 3 feet of snow and the airport was still closed. When we got down to the lobby, it was evident there had been quite a bit of snow. There were lots of people milling about. Suitcases were scattered around the lobby and there were cots everywhere. People were still sleeping away, even with all the commotion around. We walked slowly towards the restaurant/bar and made our way in. It was packed. The only seating was up at the bar. We made our way up and grabbed the last two seats. The hostess who led us up to the bar left us with two menus. As I looked over the menu I suddenly realized how hungry I was. I hadn't really eaten anything since lunch yesterday, and it was going on 11am night now. "Little hair of the dog, friend?" came a chuck from the other side of the bar. I looked up and recognized the bartender from yesterday. He had a broad grin on his face. "No thanks," I said shaking my head, "I think I had more than my fair share last night." "Two Bloody Mary's, please" came a quick response from Scott. "A little hair of the dog is exactly what you need to get your head back on." The bartender pushed something across the bar toward me, it was my phone. I looked down at it. There were 11 missed calls. "Talked to your wife late last night and again this morning. You better give her a call, she is mad as hell at you. Damn thing kept ringing, I had to finally answer it." The bartender went about making the drinks. He joked with me a bit, telling me I was lucky Scott came along when he did last night, or I would have fallen right on my face off the stool. When he went to pour the shots of beer he looked at me and asked, "Coors or Kilt Lifter, Laddy?" "Kilt Lifter," Scott replied before I could say a word. "It worked like a charm last night. Had no problems getting under his kilt." The bartender was taken aback by Scott's response and put the Bloody Mary's and beers in front of us quickly and moved away. People on either side of us at the bar shot us some questioning looks, too. "Will you shut up for once?" I seethed. "What?" he feigned indifference. "Leave it alone. It never happened and will never happen again," I said shakily under my breath. "We'll see," Scott replied. It took the bartender a while to come back to us, I had to ask him to come over, in fact. He wasn't nearly as friendly as before when we put in our orders. We sat in silence for a while. I excused myself and walked to the restroom with my phone. I dialed my home number and my wife picked up before I even heard a ring. "Randall, you selfish ass! I am worried sick about you. I didn't hear a word from you and when someone finally answers your phone they are passing it around the bar. What the hell is your problem?!!" She was pissed as I could ever remember. She rarely swore and to have two swear words in a row, plus the use of Randall – yep, I was in deep shit. "Sorry honey. I didn't eat enough and got snowbound and had a couple of beers. I guess it got a bit out of control," I tried to smooth things over. I entered the bathroom and went directly to one of the rear stalls. My stomach was churning again. I felt like I was going to puke. I felt like a guilty, sick shit. I didn't get another word in for almost a full minute. She was on fire today. She had both guns a blazing. I closed the door to my stall then unbuckled my belt. I slowly sat my ass down on the seat. I released some built up gas and it sounded a lot different than before, less resistance. It just leaked out of me. I knew I had to take a crap, but my guts seemed to be tied in knots. Cramps seized me and I moaned a bit. "What the fuck is your problem, Randall!" she yelled into the phone. She never used that word with me. "I'm going to be sick, I'll call you back," I hastily hung up the phone, dropping it to the floor. I grabbed both sides of the toilet and bore down for a second and a huge blast exited my body. I felt measurably better until a second and third blast followed. Great, diarrhea. Once the last of it exited my body I felt instantly better. I gingerly cleaned up my rear end and flushed the toilet. I grabbed my phone off the floor and went to the sink and cleaned up a bit, the cool water splashed against my face was a life saver. I called my wife again, but got voicemail. I apologized profusely and told her I had gotten sick but was going to try and eat something. I would call her back after lunch. I headed back into the bar and sat back next to Scott. Our lunch had arrived. "Everything OK, Sport?" he asked. "What is it with and names?" I asked. "Sport?" "Don't' forget baby, sweetie and lover," he said into my ear. I flushed red again and started to eat my lunch. It actually it the spot. As did the Bloody Mary. "The airlines are closed and all flights are cancelled. I called the folks in Vegas and they are doing the trade show without us today but hope we can make it tomorrow." He leaned closer again and whispered, "I get another shot at that ass tonight, sport." "Fuck off!" I didn't' even try to hide my anger towards him. People around us shot me some looks but I didn't care. Scott leaned into me again and brushed his lips to my ear, "Don't deny it, you liked every last thrust of my cock in your ass-pussy, Jason. In fact, you were the one fucking me this morning." I leaned back into him and responded, not-so quietly, "you fucking raped me asshole!" With that I got up and turned away from the bar. "Sorry folks, just a lovers quarrel," quipped Scott. I stormed out of the restaurant. I think I actually ran out in anger, embarrassment and frustration. I wasn't used to this type of confrontation. I went directly to the elevator and up to my floor. I got down to my room but realized I didn't have the key card. I went back to the elevator and got back to the lobby. The receptionist was quick with a replacement card. As I walked back towards the elevator, I figured Scott could just come in anyway, as he had the other key card. I didn't want to see him. So I walked down a hallway towards the fitness area and pool. The pool was deserted and I sat on a chaise lounge lawn chair and closed my eyes and tried to think. My mind was racing but my body was desperate for another necessity – sleep. I gave in to sleep and drifted off. My dreams were crazy. There was no stream of consciousness to them, but I just remember them being crazy. I woke to the buzzing of my phone. It was my wife and I answered it groggily. She had calmed down a bit and we had a much more civil conversation. I looked out the window and it was snowing lightly, but still blowing. She gave me an update on the weather and told me to call her back tomorrow. The kids had soccer and basketball tonight and homework and she said they would be really busy. I knew she wanted a little break from my drama of the last day, so I said, "love you, talk to you tomorrow." I got up off the lawn furniture and looked down at the clock on my phone. It was 4:30pm. I decided to head back up to my room and clean up for dinner. I wouldn't be going back into the bar again, but thought I could order room service. Once I got upstairs I slide the key card into the door and let my self in. It was completely dark inside. I moved forward and stumbled over something in the hallway. I got up and turned on the bathroom light and there was my luggage. Thank God! I had a sudden change of plans and decided to go work out. My muscles were a bit sore and my mind needed a diversion. I changed clothes, putting on shorts, a t-shirt and running shoes. I headed straight down to the exercise room. It was really nice for a hotel. Free weights, a couple of bikes, treadmills and ellipticals. And Scott. I swore under my breath. He was on an elliptical in the corner and had headphones on. He was reading a magazine and didn't seem to notice me. I went over to the free weights and worked my upper body very hard. Probably too hard. After about 30 mintues, I jumped on a treadmill and went for a run. I decided to work extra hard and went for a full out run. This really helped my frustration...but I only made it about 3 miles at this pace before my lungs and legs gave out. By the time I was finished, sweat was pouring off my body. I walked off the treadmill, panting. During my run I had taken my shirt off to use as a sweat rag, and it was soaked. I took the shirt and stuck it in the waistband of my shorts and headed out of the gym. I could see Scott pulling himself out of the pool as I left...he must have been swimming laps. I grabbed a towel as I left the room and went directly up to our room. I had been gone for almost an hour. My heart was beating strongly in my chest and I was happy I had worked my body. When I got into the room I went right into the bathroom and turned on the shower. This would feel good. The place had been cleaned up by housekeeping. I stripped down and threw my sweaty clothes in a pile and climbed in the shower. It did not take long for me to get the water adjusted, and then enjoy the luxury of all the hot water. The shower seemed larger than before. Oh, that's right, before I had someone in here with me. I just stood there, enjoying the hot water running over my body, watching it run down my chest and stomach and off of my prick. One thing I had noticed today is that my cock never did get fully soft today. It wasn't semi hard, it was just a lot fuller. As I soaped up my body I started to get aroused and watched as my cock grew towards its full size. I decided to finish, Scott would be up here soon. I turned off the water and dried myself. I went out into the room and found Scott pulling down his trunks. His back was to me and I could see his muscular, hairy ass flex as his trunks slide from his body. There was so much hair in his valley I couldn't see anything but hair. And the same was to be said of his what was between his legs. From changing in locker rooms all my life I had become accustomed to seeing men in all states of undress. But when a guy is dropping trou and is bent over like that, you always see their teabags...and sometimes even a cock. But Scott was so hairy all I could see was dark black hair. My cock reacted as if on auto pilot. I felt it get heavier. "Did you save me any hot water, sport?" Scott asked. "It is a hotel, they have an endless supply Scott", I replied. We were trying to be pleasant. I walked past him and started digging through my suitcase for something to wear. I heard the bathroom door close behind me and the shower start. I pulled on a pair of loose running shorts and cleaned up my mess. I grabbed the phone and called room service. I ordered up a cheeseburger and a couple of beers. I sat on my bed and cleaned up emails using my blackberry. Nothing urgent. I heard the shower stop and more noise from the bathroom. The knock at the door startled me. Before I could even make it off the bed, Scott answered the door. He didn't even dry the water off his body, he was dripping wet. Unlike earlier today, he had a towel around his waist. He opened to door to a surprised looking middle aged lady and grabbed the tray from her. He gave her a tip and asked if she could bring up a 12 pack of beer when she got a minute. He placed the food on my bed and ate a couple of fries. As is typical with restaurant food, there was way too much food for one, so I ended up sharing it with him. Our conversation was pleasant and centered on work. He never changed into anything else and sat on the bed and cleaned up his email as well. The beers I ordered were quickly gone but then I heard another knock at the door and Scott came back with more beer. We turned on the TV and watched the news, it was now after 6pm. More about the weather. I should have stopped drinking, but had 6 more beers with Scott. In all we had 7 beers each and were feeling no pain. Not hammered, just happy. We were both laying back on the bed with our backs to the headboard. Me in my shorts, Scott in his towel. His right upper thigh was plainly visible to me as his legs were spread slightly. I could just make out where his pubic hair got thicker near his groin. "Hey Sport-O, where are you sleeping tonight?" I asked Scott in a somewhat sarcastic way. His cocky smile parted and he replied, "Inside you." Damn did the fucking bulge under his towel look impressive. Knowing what was behind that towel as well as his comment made one corner of mouth turn up in a smile. He sure was a confident, good looking fucker. We both laughed a bit. "Sorry for being an asshole earlier. I know this is a lot for you. You are straight and it was a one time thing. I probably pushed you too much and you were drunk. If not, you never would have done a thing with me. You willing to give me another chance," he whispered real low and sexy? Forced Ch. 04 "Maybe," slipped from my lips as we both finished our beers. Just that quickly he grabbed me tight and our lips locked together. I didn't fight him long before I let him in. I wrapped my arms around him. He held the back of my head as his tongue aggressively explored my whole mouth. We exchanged breaths and spit as we made out like two teenagers. When he finally broke our lip lock he started kissing my noise and my closed eyelids. I was lost in the moment as I allowed him to do whatever he wanted. He licked the side of my forehead and broke the silence by saying, "You taste good!" "Yeah, it was probably the shower," I answered back. "Nah, you taste good to me baby," he answered! "And God Damn, you look so fucking hot tonight. All pumped up from working out. Look at those veins on your arms!" he spoke out loud. His compliments surprised me. "You the same guy I fucked last night?" he asked real sarcastic. He opened his arms and pulled me back into him. He started kissing and sucking on my neck as we fell into making out again. My hands found his warm crotch. He was already getting hard and it felt weird but also good knowing I was the one making him that way. Of course his hands went to my butt and was tracing my crack. He pulled slightly away from me and said, "Lose your pants." I didn't even hesitate to do as he asked. I lifted my ass up and slowly lowered my shorts, then used my legs to push them from my body. He instantly pulled me back to him and hugged me tight. One of his hands dropped down my back and kneaded my ass. I moaned low in my throat as his fingers found my hole. He humped his hips slightly against my front as his finger massaged my hole. "I want to fuck you so bad right now baby," he cooed. I listened and was ready to let him in me again. I couldn't fight him off tonight. It had been a rough emotional day for me and I wanted companionship right now. One thing about being with Scott, I forgot my world and all its pressures. I needed him as bad as he wanted me. I moved my mouth to his ear and very shyly whispered, "I want to do it with you." He rubbed my back slightly and whispered back, "WOW, Good boy!" Pulling back from me slightly again and looked me square in the eyes. "I've been waiting to hear you say that. I like my bitch to want me up inside them. You've turned the corner on me tonight haven't you," he asked patting my back? I looked away from him knowing he was right. "Its Ok to be shy man, kind of sexy on guy like yourself. He grabbed my chin in his hand and pulled my eyes back to his. But I need you to admit it, you're my bitch, right?" I wasn't in the mood to fight with him anymore and I was getting really horny. It was easier to agree with him, so I told him I was his bitch. He smiled bigger than ever and said, "good, now I have a regular hole in the office to fuck!" I wasn't sure I liked the way he said that, but I didn't say anything. "Your not turning me down anymore when I need it, got that!" Again I agreed but inside I wasn't fully on board. Letting go of total control to him wasn't an option yet. But right here and now I needed something from him and agreed to what he asked. I knew I could play along and steer things my way over time. His hand came out of my crevice and both his hands went to the towel around his waist. I heard the towel being thrown aside, then heard Scott's voice, "time for another first," he spoke. "You need to learn how to suck my cock." Words of apprehension came from my mouth quickly. "Scott, I'm not ..." He spoke loudly over me and shut me down fast. "You need to learn to enjoy sucking on me. Just relax and go with the flow. I like to get blown just as much as I do fucking guys. My cock has been up inside your other hole, right Sport? I have been dumping my loads deep in your guts and you haven't complained. You need to learn (he grabbed me by my chin) that this can get me off too. You'll learn my cock tastes mighty fine! And my loads taste great, too. Plus, with that workout you had tonight, you need all the protein you can get your hands on." He grabbed my hands and put them over his nuts. "And all the protein you need is here in this sack of mine! I showered, I'm clean. Hell, you owe me, I already blew you today!" I felt pressure on my shoulders as he tried to get me to go down to his cock. At first I wasn't having any part of it. He could feel my resistance. "OK, tell you what, just lick the head for me. Taste it and tell me you don't like it. Please baby," he begged. Again it was one of those think twice situations. Guess you know by now I gave in. Yep before I knew it I was eye level with his one eyed snake. Sure enough it started out with me licking his head. Right away I tasted a slick slim leaking from his piss slit. As a man would do, I compared my slim to the slim I leaked. I had tasted mine before, but his tasted saltier. Then it slowly progress to him suggesting I take his cock head in my mouth. I'll admit he was right. He did taste good. I expected a cock to taste like piss or god knows what. But it wasn't bad. And with him talking to me and taking me slow, before I knew it I was over half way down on his shaft. I don't know how many times he told me to watch my teeth! I found my tongue exploring the crown of his mushroom cock head. God I admired his cock. His cock head was huge. For me, it was kind of weird at first. You know checking out a dudes cock with your tongue. I was getting to know this Scott's cock better. A cock that had already been deep inside me 3 times over the last 24 hours. This was up close and personal to say the least! He got crazy a few times and humped me deep, but my gag reflex kicked in and I almost lost my dinner. He did manage to get my nose into his wiry crotch hair once and it smelled of fresh soap. The whole time I sucked him my hands gripped his thick hard thighs for leverage. His one hand held my head while the other went from his shaft and my chin as he taught me to suck. After about five minutes he backed me off his cock and bragged, "Dam you are doing a good job for your first time!" I noticed his balls were shinny in the very dim light with my overflow spit. He traced my lips with one of his fingers as he slowly started to jack himself off. "I'm real close to dropping my load. When I tell you I want you to open your mouth and take my head in and suck real hard." He rubbed the top of my head and jacked faster. "Your going to swallow my load baby, show me how much you want to please me, and don't even think about spitting it out, you got that?" I didn't have time to answer before he barked, "OPEN YOUR MOUTH!" My lips went around the thick crown of his cock head as his hand continued to jerk his shaft. He punched my lips hard a few times before I felt the first squirt of liquid hit the back of my throat. Each shot after that one got bigger and bigger. I had to swallow or choke, I swallowed! He forced my head lower on his shaft as he continued to pump cum in my mouth. I swallowed as many gulps as I could but cum still leaked around his shaft. When I had tasted my own load in the past, I had dipped a finger in my cum and tasted it from my finger. But this was a complete and full load. Compared to my load, his was thicker and stronger (just like everything of his). It didn't taste bad, it just didn't taste good. I felt a little repulsed in having drank another guy's cum juice, though. As Scott's body went limp I continued to clean his cock. He whispered, "Easy Jace, my cock head gets sensitive after I cum." For some unknown reason I gently squeezed his shaft and my tongue parted his piss slit just before I removed my mouth from him. I was rewarded with a large drop of cum. Removing my mouth and sitting back I looked up at a happy looking guy. "For a novice, you sure are a good cocksucker. Pretty soon we will teach you how to deep throat, oh yeah," he said with a dopey looking grin on his face. Pissed off he would call me a cock sucker I fired back, "I am not a cock sucker, asshole!" Scott smiled down at me and nodded his head. All I could taste was his thick coating of cum that still lined the insides of my mouth. I spit trying to get rid of the taste. Beside me I heard him chuckle, "that ship has already sailed my friend. People who suck on a cock are called cock suckers. I am one and now you are one, too. Don't be pissed off, it is what it is." I frowned up at him. "Come here baby, come on," he murmured to me. He pulled me up to face him and dove in for a deep kiss. I decided turnabout was fair and shared as much of his load as I could back to him. Not to be outdone, he replied, "Yummy stuff, huh, Jason?" Scott when back to rubbing my back and I started to do the same to him. When he moved his hands lower, I did the same. When he started rubbing my ass, I did the same. Having his furry, muscular lobes in my hand was really different. I could only compare it to my wife, but that was sooooo different. He slowly pulled one of my ass cheeks up and rubbed his other hand into my crevice. I did the same. "Sorry dude, I am a total top" he replied. I stopped moving my finger, but left it in his furry crack. He, on the other hand, kept up his ministrations. I could feel his finger rubbing against my center and pushing in a bit. I tried doing it to him and just got my finger to his anus, when he clenched his cheeks down on my hand and said a bit more sternly, "No, Jason." Screw him, I thought. He can do whatever the hell he wants to me, but I can't do anything to him except suck his cock. Bullshit. I used all my strength and flexibility and pushed my index finger completely inside his hot hole – all the way up to my second knuckle. His ass bore down on my finger and I thought he was going to snap it off. "You little fuck," he started as he tried to push me off. Before he could say another word, I rammed my mouth onto his and shoved my tongue in his mouth. I started pumping my finger in his ass and it felt naturally wet back there. I actually heard him moan a bit under his breath. He slowly humped back at me and I could feel his slick headed cock nestling in my pubic hair. "If you let me do this some more, I will blow you again," I said breathing deeply. He eyed me cautiously. "No fucking way, dude. My ass is exit only." "I'm sorry Baby, but that isn't the case right now. Come on, let me suck your big cock," I couldn't believe what was coming out of my own mouth. I was full of shit, but wanted to get the upper hand here. "Next time, I promise. But I gotta fuck you right now." As he said this he rammed 3 fingers directly in my ass. That gave him the advantage he needed, then pulled me away quickly. He raised above me and had to wipe the sweat from his face and chest with the sheets below us. I must have really gotten to him. He had a sneaky look on his face as he lay down on top of me, using his legs to spread mine open. He leaned in close and kissed me deep. I enjoyed tasting him and sucked his tongue. Breaking the kiss he rubbed my upper chest and looked deep in my eyes. "I feel like fucking," he said. "You interested?" I was kind of taken back that he asked me first. But I guess he knew by now I wouldn't turn him down. Reaching my mouth to his again I whispered, "Yes!" Rising up on my elbows I asked, "do you have any lube? We need lube if you are going to fuck me." He jumped off the bed and reached in his bag and pulled out some lube. I asked him if he had any condoms in there, and heard his laugh in response. "Jason, I already shot so much spunk in you. There is no going back. Are you worried that I'm going to make you pregnant?" Thinking twice I decided he could leave the rubbers behind. I knew I couldn't get him to put one on now, not after we had fucked so many times without. And inside I knew I didn't want him to anyways. Walking back to me I saw that swagger to his walk and that arrogant smile. His cock was fully erect and coated with lube. It looked very imposing and I suddenly got worried about the pain that always came with his monster cock. As he climbed back on the bed, I spread my legs wide and tilted my ass up a bit. A huge fucking smile came across his face as he shook his head. He smirked and said, "you want this as bad as I do fucker!" I watched, as his cock bobbed between my legs. My ass spasmed in anticipation. Scott was changing me. His body felt warm as he climbed on top of me. Something about a hairy man on you is primal. My hips arched up quickly waiting for him. Instantly he started nuzzling my neck. His prickly stubble felt so erotic. I could feel his slick hard cock between my butt cheeks. He rubbed back and forth between then as he made love to my neck. He sucked and licked me. Whispering in my right ear he asked, "You ready baby?" Nodding my head yes I felt him fish for his cock. He lined the head up with my hole and began to push. The lube made him slide into me so much easier then earlier. Before I knew it he was balls deep in me. I moaned as he moved slowly out and then back in deep. His hairy balls lay in the valley between my ass cheeks. Spreading my legs open more I could feel them fall against me. He started to move faster and sweat began to drip off him. He moaned and sucked air as he pumped me. With the lube the pain I felt before was almost nothing. I found myself pushing my hips back against his forward movement. Arched up like a cat in heat I took all he had. Those last couple of inches were tough going as he was so thick at the base, but I was beginning to really enjoy getting fucked by him. I was beginning to learn more and more about him and could tell by just the way he breathed and acted he was close. Sure enough just that quickly he announced he was cumming in my ear. I pulled him down to me and wrapped my legs around his upper legs, pulling him even deeper in my whole. Then I reached down to his ass with my hands and pulled his dick deeper into my body. It was intense. I could feel his cockhead growing and pushing in further, moving my insides around. My hands kneaded his ass cheeks, the hair on his ass going between my fingers. He took one really hard deep stab and held me tight. I was just beginning to feel his cock thicken, when I plunged two fingers right into his hole. That was it. He howled like a bear and arched his back up, driving every last ounce of his cock into my body. I saw stars and could feel four huge pulses from his shaft. Deep inside my body I felt the cum boil over. My cock was trapped between our bodies and the pressure on it was intense. I gasped and said the most stupid thing ever to him, "knock me up with your baby, Scott. BREED ME!" I yelled it at the top of my lungs. His only recourse was to clamp his mouth down on mine to shut me up. As he tongued me my orgasm continued, I clamped down on his dick as hard as I could – and when he thrust in again I couldn't breathe or see. My eyes rolled back in my head and I only saw darkness. I fucking passed out during an orgasm. What a pussy. continued.... Forced Ch. 05 That was it. He howled like a bear and arched his back up, driving every last ounce of his cock into my body. I saw stars and could feel four huge pulses from his shaft. Deep inside my body I felt the cum boil over. My cock was trapped between our bodies and the pressure on it was intense. I gasped and said the most stupid thing ever to him, "knock me up with your baby, Scott. BREED ME!" I yelled it at the top of my lungs. His only recourse was to clamp his mouth down on mine to shut me up. As he tongued me my orgasm continued, I clamped down on his dick as hard as I could -- and when he thrust in again I couldn't breathe or see. My eyes rolled back in my head and I only saw darkness. I fucking passed out during an orgasm. What a pussy. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I slept like the dead for 10 hours. I woke up to a start. It was bright in the room, like all the lighs were on. Scott was shaking my shoulder. He was fresh out of the shower and had his phone in his other hand. He had water dripping from his body and a loose towel around his waist, barely hanging from his hips. "Get up Jason! Come on! Shake-a-leg dude!" he said with agitation under his voice. I pulled my head groggily off he pillow and looked around. I knew I was still in my hotel in Colorado with my boss, Scott Banks. I looked around the room quickly and blinked due to all the light. The drapes were open and white light shone in from outside. "What's going?" I said in a groggy voice. "The airport is open and our flight leaves for Vegas in an hour. We have to make that flight. I have customers I have to see today," he said with excitement. I lay there trying to get my bearings. I am not so good in the morning. Scott reached over and pulled off the covers, grabbed me and started pulling me out of bed. I realized I was nude and tried to cover up my crotch. "Hey, dumbass, I have seen everything you have to offer. No need to hide it now. Get your ass in the shower quick." I stumbled to the bathroom and as I started to turn the corner, Scott said, "dude your ass is covered in cum, it looks like a glazed donut back there." I could feel the strain on my ass. But it felt better than yesterday. I showered in record time, brushed my teeth and put on deodorant. I had only been in the bathroom for 3 or 4 minutes. When I got back into the room, Scott had his bag packed and was almost done with mine. He had already laid out clothes for me to wear. I found that funny. Nobody had done that since I was in grade school. I dropped my towel and tried to find my underwear, but Scott apparently forgot to put them out. "Underwear?" I said quickly to him. "Don't bother with them when you are around me, baby. I want you commando," he said as he saluted me. I turned to dig in my bag for some boxers, when Scott came up and pushed me away and started closing my suitcase. "No time, hurry and get dressed Jason." I grabbed my dress pants and pulled them up. My cock felt weird rubbing against the inside of my pants, almost like I was naked. I started to bone up a bit. I pulled on my dress shirt, apparently I wasn't wearing undershirts either. And there was no tie to be seen. Definitely not what I would have picked, but I was being dressed by my boss today. I hurried with my socks and shoes, almost surprised to see he let me wear socks. After I pulled on my suit coat we were out the door 45 seconds later. At the elevator, he ran his fingers through my wet hair, styling it for me. "What the fuck, dude, I can do it myself," I said somewhat annoyed with how the morning was turning out. Scott had checked us out of the hotel already, and we raced to the airport on a shuttle bus. When we finally boarded the airplane, I was harried. Scott, on the other and, looked perfect and was settling into his seat next to mine. He rubbed his hand down my leg and smiled at me. He kept some pressure on his hand as it got to my knee. "When we get to Vegas, I want you to check into the hotel for us. Get two separate, but adjoining rooms. I want you to take the morning off and do whatever you want, but get some rest. You look like a wreck." I smiled at him with a weary expression. "Thanks, that will help." The flight attendant had passed around orange juice and our tray tables were down, and Scott still kept his hand on my leg. More passengers came on the plane. Scott must have moved us up to first class, and I was happy for the extra room. I looked over at him and said, "I don't know why I am so tired, I slept forever last night." I took a quick drink of juice. Scott leaned into me and whispered in my ear. "It is because I'm fucking you to death." I almost spit my orange juice into the seat in front of us, but choked it down instead. I coughed and had to wipe my face off, but managed to keep my clothes dry. The flight to Vegas was quick and uneventful. I fell asleep and didn't even touch my breakfast. Scott shook me awake when we were taxiing down the runway in Vegas. The flight attendant brought me a little doggie bag with a breakfast muffin and coffee per Scott's request. Sometimes the guy was very genuine and nice. All except when he got me in bed, then he became very aggressive. Just the thought of that moved some blood to my cock and I felt it roll off my leg and between my thighs. I adjusted myself a bit. Scott was watching and joked, "you will get used to that." We grabbed a taxi to the convention center, dropped Scott off and then I was off to the hotel. We were staying at Caesars Palace. I checked in with Scott's requests and was escorted up to my room by a young man. As he walked in front of me with our luggage on his cart, I couldn't help but notice his ass. This guy was very skinny and his legs were long, going right up to a great little bubble but. I wondered what he looked like with his pants off for a moment, and then I wondered what was wrong with me. I never used to think this way -- not ever. What had happened to me in the last 2 days? Once I got settled in the hotel, I decided to face another demon. My health. I had let Scott cum in me a number of times over the last 2 days. I needed to get checked out. I jumped online and did a quick search of clinics. I was nervous and didn't want to go to a regular hospital or clinic. I didn't want medical records floating around. When I googled Vegas + STD Testing + Anonymous I found a clinic called Popre. I searched and found their website. This was exactly what I was looking for. It seemed legit. I did a quick search under the Better Business Bureau and it came back with a clean record. I called and set up an appointment 2 hours later. I arrived at Popre at the appointed time. The building was located in an upscale part of town off the strip. The building was professional in nature and I entered. I was greeted by a receptionist and gave her my name (alias for the appointment -- Jay Scott. It only seemed fitting). I paid for the tests up front and was shown into a clinic type facility. A male nurse about my age lead me into a room and told me to strip down and put on a gown. I thought I would only be getting a blood test and told him so, but he assured me that doctor would want to give me a once over. I undressed, put on the gown and sat on the exam table. A few moments later the nurse reappeared and started taking down my stats. Normal stuff: age, height, weight, reason why I was here. I was kind of shy and said I needed some STD tests done. The nurse asked me when I had unprotected sex, and I replied repeatedly over the last 2 days. "Gay or straight?" he asked. "Huh?" was my response. "Did you have gay or straight sex?" he clarified. "Gay." "Gave or received." "Mostly received." "Oral or anal?" "Both." "How many partners?" "Just one -- only one." "Do you know your sexual partner and has he been tested?" "Yes to both and he tells me he is clean." The nurse finished jotting down his notes and then stood up and came closer to me. He took my temperature and blood pressure. He complimented me on my low heart rate and blood pressure. Then he pulled the gown down off my shoulders and left it bunched up near my waste. He pulled on gloves and drew some blood. He asked a couple other quick questions about any meds I was on or allergies. He took copious notes, and headed for the door. He said the doctor would be in shortly, and flashed me a grin with amazing dimples. I thought the nurse was kind of cute. Blonde hair, about 6 feet tall. Stocky build. And a little goatee on his chin. I sat up on the exam table and in a few minutes there was a knock on the door. The door swung open and in walked a nice looking man that I judged to be in his late thirties. "Hi Jay. I'm Dr. Davis," he reached forward to shake my hand. The doctor was shaved bald, but it looked good on him. Probably because his physique was so muscular looking. We made some small talk and then Doctor Davis asked, "What brings you here today?" I gave a high level account of my last couple of days. Dr. Davis looked down at my ring finger, smiled and said, "I see you are married. Good idea to take care of this before you go home to your family." The doctor began to ask a lengthy series of questions, everything from bathroom habits to my sex life. Finally finished the doctor said it was time to begin. First, the doctor listened to my heart. Then the breathing! Deep breath in, let it out slowly. This was repeated a few times. "Everything looks good so far, you seem to be in great shape." "Jay, why don't you lay down now. Due to the nature of the rest of this exam, I need to have another person in the room with me. I will be calling in my nurse to observe," the doctor informed me. As I lay back, the doctor opened the door slightly and called out, "Tom, please come in here. No need, to be anxious, Jay, we do this all the time" said the doc. I tried to relax. My gown we only covering me from my stomach to my knees. The doctor came up on one side of the exam table, and Tom on the other with a clipboard. As the doctor started his exam, Tom jotted down everything. The exam started at the top of my head. Checking my eyes, ears and throat with a pen light. Tom then handed the doctor a three swabs and they swabbed my tongue, cheek and deep in my throat. I gagged on the throat swab but it was over quickly. The doctor then felt around my neck, turning my head from side to side. When he got to my chest, the doctor rubbed my chest a bit and flicked at my nipples. They responded quickly and got hard. Maybe it was nerves or cold in here. The doctor then grabbed one of my arms and raised it up, exposing my armpit to them. His touch was gentle and I could feel his fingers grazing though my pit hair -- it felt really nice. His hands were warm and soothing. He repeated it again with my other armpit, but had to lean across my body to do it. I could feel his body press into my side as he leaned over me. His abs were rock hard against my side. I was impressed, while my stomach is flat, I had lost my 6 pack abs in my late 20's. The doctor noted to Tom that there was no inflammation of any of my lymph nodes. Dr. Davis smiled up at me and said, that is a good thing. I started to bring my hands down, when Tom reached up and pushed them back up over my head. "Just keep them up there, they will be out of the way, OK Jay?" he said with a smile. He looked right into my soul when he said that. The doctor progressed to my abdomen and did the normal poking. As his hands moved lower, I could feel my cock stir a bit. Shit, this is not what I wanted. I closed my eyes and willed it to go down. I did not want a hard on at this time. I must have started blushing and tensing up. The doctor smiled up at me and said, "Relax, it's perfectly normal. It happens all the time. The human body reacts to touch, not to the one doing the touching," said the doctor. I tried to relax by breathing deeply. The doctor pulled the gown down to just above my cock...my upper pubic hair was showing. The doctor's hands moved all through my pubic hair and this started to feel good. During this time, Tom still was holding my hands above my head with one hand, writing with the other. "No sign of pubic lice," said the doctor. The doctor's hand rested on my hip as he dictated more notes to Tom. I was going beyond a semi erection and my cock started pushing up on my dressing gown. The doctor then moved around the foot of the table and raised the stirrups. "Please put your feet up in here." I was started by the request, but complied. The doctor checked on my both legs as he put them in the stirrups. The doctor sat on a stool between my legs and pulled the gown from my body. As he did that, my cock flopped up and slapped my stomach. It wasn't completely hard, but I was about ¾ of the way there. The doctor said, "Well obviously no problems with erectile dysfunction. Ever have any problem achieving or maintaining an erection?" I shook my head no, I was too embarrassed to speak. Suddenly the doctor reached out and began to gently massage my balls. "Do you do regular monthly testicular exams? Too many men don't protect themselves from testicular cancer." "No," I said in a whimper. I felt uncomfortable mainly because my erection was only getting stronger. While the doctor continued to feel up my nuts, my cock started leaking a bit of precum and I let out a small sigh. "Everything all right? Any discomfort?" asked the doctor. I just shook my head. To my surprise, the doctor reached up and squeezed my cock tight and a bit more precum appeared. Tom was at the ready with another swab. This time it was a bit more uncomfortable and the doctor warned me of it, he pushed the swab into my piss slit a bit. Ouch, that burned. The entire time the doctor was taking this sample, he had my cock pulled down towards him. I chucked to my self, remembering a joke growing up about the definition of torque and something to do with pulling down a hard-on. As the doctor released my cock, Tom released my arms. "Keep them up there, OK buddy," he asked me again. His eyes locked on to mine for a bit longer than I expected and I just nodded in agreement. The next thing I know I feel cooler hands grasping my cock and I looked down. It was Tom. He pulled it back from my body again. He then put a disinfectant while on the head of my cock and wiped off the precum on my dick, then cleaned off the precum on my stomach. Tom then rested my cock back on my stomach. Did I imagine the slight squeeze he gave me prior to letting it go? The doctor continued his exploration of my crotch. No hernias or abnormalities. Everything was normal. Tom then pulled a special light over my body and turned it on. It put a special bluish-white light on my crotch area and both the doctor and Tom instepcted my cock and balls closely. I heard mutterings below, but nothing to cause me any concern. My cock was pulled down, to the side, up -- it was really getting a workout. My breathing changed a bit, too. "Excuse me," I panted, "but if you keep that up I am going to make a mess." "Don't ejaculate quite yet, Jay," replied the doctor from between my legs. "We will be taking a semen sample for analysis, but we don't want to waste it." The glow light was removed a few minutes later. I then heard a glove being put on. That was odd, they hadn't been wearing gloves earlier. I tried to remember back to previous physicals. Hadn't they always worn gloves for the entire physical? I couldn't be sure. Suddenly I felt a lubed up finger probing at my anus. I started to clench a bit, but the doctor told me to relax so he could check my prostate. I relaxed and the doctor's finger slid in. After all the fucking I had done the last couple of days, there was no resistance at all. "There is a slight tear on the anus, approximately ¼ of an inch. This is located near the posterior side of the anus. There also appears to be some swelling of the anal sphincter and abrasions inside the rectum," the doctor dictated to Tom "Jay, some of our findings here indicate very rough anal sex. Were you forced or raped?" asked the doctor with concern in his voice. "No, he was just really big." "Do you know exactly how big he was? Can you describe that for me?" asked the doctor. "Nine inches long. Almost twice as thick as me." I heard some more scribbles and the doctor clear his throat. "Thanks Jay, and this was your first anal experience?" "Yes." "OK, lets get back to the exam," the doctor instructed me. During the entire conversation the doctor had his finger in my ass. He slowly withdrew his finger and then slid it back in, sweeping it side to side. I gasped. "Pain?" asked the doctor. I replied, "Not at all!" and immediately blushed. That answer sounded too quick and the doctor knew I was enjoying it. The doctor added a second finger and kept sliding them in and out. My erection became stiffer. As the fingers moved in and out Tom placed his ungloved hand back on my cock and began to stroke me. This time I moaned audibly and close my eyes. The doctor kept fingering me while Tom stroked me...and I was in heaven. It didn't take long for me to realize that if they kept this up I would cum all over. I was moving closer and closer to the inevitable, when suddenly the doctor stopped. Tom placed a vial near the head of my cock and continued slowly pumping my cock. The doctors fingers were at the rim of my ass and I slowly pushed down on them -- fucking myself with his fingers. I could feel them slowly spreading me open and it felt fantastic. I let out a moan of ecstasy and didn't last long. As I was nearing a climax, the doctor assured me in a low voice, "Good, Jay, you are almost there. We need a sample, then you will be all done. No need to be embarrassed." I was past embarrassment and could feel my nuts pulling closer into my body and my cock swelling. The doctor used this as a teaching experience for Tom and explained what was happening to my physiologically. I tuned him out. The stroking from Tom and the fingering from the doctor were not in synch and I was getting a bit frustrated. The doctor kept on talking, this time the conversation was directed toward me. "Jay, if you are going to engage in anal sex, you need to practice safe sex. Have your partner wear a condom. If you are going to have oral sex with strangers, wear one or demand that they wear one. That will keep you and your family safe." I could feel my orgasm start building, shooting right out from my balls, up my cock and straight out my body. I gasped and groaned and felt the cum shoot from my cock. Tom was at the ready and caught my load. My ass bore down on the doctor's fingers and he pulled them from my body. While the experience was fun, it wasn't as fulfilling as my times with Scott. It left me wanting more. I heard the rubber gloves being pulled from his hands and then the doctor said, "You are in great health. Tom will help you get cleaned up and get your results back to you. Thanks for the visit. Good luck, Jay." I lay there panting and felt a warm wet rag cleaning my ass and cock. Tom patted me on the thigh and smiled. "Why don't you get dressed -- I will run down to the lap and get your test results. They should be finished shortly." As Tom walked out of the exam room and closed the door, I quickly jumped off the table and grabbed my clothes. I was starting to feel very guilty and disgusted with myself. I had made a fool of myself with these two guys. I was just finishing up buttoning up my shirt when after a short knock on the door, Tom entered. "All tests are normal. Negative HIV, Negative for syphilis, gonorrhea, hepatitis and Chlamydia." I was so overcome with relief that I moved toward Tom and hugged him. I buried my face in his shoulder and started to cry. Forced Ch. 05 "Whooa, it's ok? Are you alright?" Tom asked with concern. Embarrassed, I tried pulling away, but Tom has somehow wrapped his arms around me and pulled me tight. "Yeah," I mumbled, "sorry, I just was so anxious and I feel so relieved and..." "Totally, cool, dude. I understand. Been there myself," Tom said as he released me slowly. I can give you a copy of these results. The only other test that isn't done is the HPV test. HPV causes genital warts. The test results take about 4 hours. I can call you or drop your result off somewhere if you want." I wasn't about to give him my cell phone number -- then he would know my real name. "I am staying at Caesars Palace, in room 826. Can you drop them off on your way home?" I asked. "Sure, I will be there about 7pm. I will call up form the lobby," he said with a smile on his face. "Well, I have to get to my next patient. See you later." The next moment he was off down the clinic hallway. I made my way to the outer office, walking in a happy daze. I walked out of the building and started the journey back to the hotel by foot. It was a beautiful day in Vegas -- in the high 60's and I wanted the exercise. I walked the 4 miles back to the hotel. During my walk I checked in with my wife. I told her I had made it to Vegas and would be there for 2 more days. She was in a hurry as always and reminded me to call the kids tonight. As I neared the hotel I thought about the last 2 days. I am not going to put myself in this situation again. I felt free. Forced Ch. 06 The next moment he was off down the clinic hallway. I made my way to the outer office, walking in a happy daze. I walked out of the building and started the journey back to the hotel by foot. It was a beautiful day in Vegas -- in the high 60s and I wanted the exercise. I walked the 4 miles back to the hotel. During my walk I checked in with my wife. I told her I had made it to Vegas and would be there for 2 more days. She was in a hurry as always and reminded me to call the kids tonight. As I neared the hotel I thought about the last 2 days. I am not going to put myself in this situation again. I felt free. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I got up to my room and checked my email and voicemail. I was bored and decided to head over to the convention center. I decided to stay in the clothes Scott had put out for me earlier in the day. I hailed a cap and took the quick trip over to the convention center. I signed in, grabbed my vendor badge and information packs and headed toward the main ballroom. It was packed with trade show booths, vendors, prospects and customers. I suddenly became focused for the first time in 2 days and started working the crowd. I was one of the top reps in this field and knew quite a lot of people here. I lead a number of people over toward our booth, for the first time coming in contact with Scott. We worked the crowd together -- we followed each other's lead and I found him to be the boss I always dreamed about. Some of our other reps were at the convention, but didn't seem as successful as Scott and me. The conference ran for the next several hours. I never took a break for lunch or dinner. Scott has some of the junior reps fetch us water and snacks throughout the day. The pinnacle of the day was meeting the buyer for one of our target companies, Abrah Manufacturing -- who had been with our chief competitor for years. It turned out Scott knew him well and made introductions to me. Over the next several minutes I sold my heart out. They agreed to have dinner with Scott and me the following evening. As the conference ended, we cleaned up our booth. Some of my team seemed pissed off at me. "What?" I asked a couple of the guys who were obviously talking behind my back. I just got some dirty looks and they walked away, calling me 'Goldie'. Julie Clein, one of the reps from Florida, came up to me and said, "don't worry about them, they are poor sports. They are mad you came late today. They think Scott is playing favorites and you are his golden boy. That is why they called you Goldie. Good job on Abrah. If you need any help on them, let me know. They have a big plant in Florida." Julie and I finished cleaning up and I walked to the lobby of the convention center with her. Scott was talking with some folks and broke away and joined us when we got closer. "Let's grab a cab back to the hotel. You staying at Caesar's, Julie?" he asked. Julie was there, too -- so we all jumped in a cab and went back to the hotel. When we entered, Scott asked us if we wanted a celebratory drink. We went directly into the bar and ordered a round of drinks. I planned on ordering a soda only, but Scott gave me a sideways glance -- so I ordered a vodka tonic instead. Julie had a cosmo and Scott had a beer. The talk was light, with Julie asking Scott a lot of questions about himself, as she reported to him, too. I found out that Scott was single, but seeing someone. He lived in Silicon Valley, but had a place down by Malibu on the water. He was an only child and both his parents lived near Lake Tahoe. Then he started talking about why he was brought into our company. The board wanted to make some changes and get rid of underperformers. He liked both of our style and was thinking of creating a level of management -- basically splitting the country in half -- either north south or east west. He wanted to find two people to run the teams, so he didn't need to babysit 20 reps himself. And then he told us that both of us were on his short list. We ended up having 2 more rounds during this conversation, then Julie excused herself. "Sorry boys, buy I have a deal with my husband -- no more than 2 drinks while at work functions," she said with a bow. I looked down at my watch and saw it was getting close to 7pm. Before I could even come up with an excuse to get away, Scott said he had to meet someone for dinner. "Be sure to keep the door between our rooms open tonight, baby. Good job today!" he said with a devilish grin on his face. As he put his drink down on the table he brushed his hand against mine. I instantly felt a charge go through my body and could feel a swell of blood down to my crotch. My faced glowed red and I felt my breathing change slightly. Why did this guy have such a hook on me? Scott got up and walked toward the lobby. Before he left the room he turned back to me and smiled broadly. I was like a school girl -- what a fag I was becoming. I slammed the rest of my drink and got up to leave. As I was leaving the bar, I could see Scott talking with a tall, handsome, black man near the restaurant. They both looked over at me briefly and then disappeared into the dining room. I started walking towards the elevators when I heard my name called -- or at least my nickname called. "Jay?" I turned and found Tom, the nurse from the clinic, coming my way. "Hi, Jay," he said as he neared me, "I guess you didn't hear me at first." "Oh, sorry, I was preoccupied," I said. Tom was holding an envelope in his hand. I looked down at it, and then back up at him. I didn't want to do something so personal in the middle of a busy hotel lobby so I invited him back into the bar for a drink. We sat down at the same table I vacated just a moment before. The waiter came back and I ordered my 3rd gin and tonic for the night, while Tom asked for a two shots of tequila. That surprised me, but then again, Tom was a young buck. And to prove it, Tom was carded. Once the waiter left the table, Tom slid the envelope to me. I stared down at it. "Don't worry, everything is fine. All negative," asserted Tom. Again, I breathed a sigh of relief. "Thanks, Tom, you and the doc are life savers. I can't believe I got myself into this situation to begin with, and now I can go back to my normal life." "Jay, if you are a happily married man, how did you get into this situation?" Over the next hour and several drinks, I shared my story with Tom. It was easy, with what I had been through with him earlier today, it seemed easy. And the alcohol helped, too. I also learned a bit about Tom. He had gotten a 2 year degree at a community college. He and Dr. Davis met one night at a gay bar. They ended up fucking the night away and in the morning had enjoyed each other so much they decided to start dating. After a couple of months, Tom joined Dr. Davis and started up the clinic. It was successful and they were profitable after only 10 months. My mind was swimming. The alcohol, in combination with our discussion and my last couple of days had gotten to me. I decided I should stop drinking and head up to my room. I got up to leave the table and say thanks to Tom, but I was a bit unsteady on my feet. Tom jumped up quickly and told me he would help me to my room. I told him I was grateful for all his help today. In the last 2 hours I had consumed 6 gin and tonics. And this was without dinner. Tom was also feeing no pain as he had at least 4 shots of tequila during the same time. The trip to the elevator and to the room was pretty tame. Once I got my door opened however, I turned toward Tom to thank him. He was smiling at me so innocently. I banged the keycard into the doorknob and it dropped to the floor. Tom bent down and picked it up. He opened the door for me and led me inside. Once the door was closed, he suddenly pushed me up against the wall and started tonguing my mouth with a vengeance. I was drunk and horny (not a good combination for me), and went with the flow. Tom pulled my shirt front open, popping a buttons or two on the way. Once my bare chest was in sight, he dove for my nipples and started sucking and biting them -- while his fingers worked on my belt and zipper. My cock slapped up against my stomach the second he released it from my pants. I heard it "Thwack!" "Fucking hot, Jay!" Tom panted in my ear. "I can't wait to fuck you silly." "I don't know about that, Tom" I said more to myself than to him. "Let's just see where it goes, ok?" "I sure know where it is going to go," Tom said as he dropped to his knees and slid his lips around the head of my dick. He swallowed it right down to the base in one quick motion. I could feel the head of my cock in the base of his throat. And his tongue was massaging the bottom of my cock at the same time. Tom put his hands on my hips and ass and used them to pulse me back and forth a tiny bit. He was kneading my ass at the same time and I started getting weak at the knees. I was still up against the wall, but started to slowly drop down the wall towards the floor. Tom pulled away as I hit the floor. He towered above me. Tom is about 6 feet tall and pushing 200 lbs. He is blonde and blue eyed, kind of a mix between a wrestler and surfer. At the clinic today, Tom wore scrubs. Now he was in a t-shirt and light khaki pants with loafers...but not for long. He kicked off his shoes and pulled the t-shirt off his body. I see his upper torso nude. He is barrel-chested with thick shoulders and arms. This guy could bench press tractors. He is completely hairless. He then starts undoing his pants. He drops them and kicks them off -- leaving him only in a pair on black thong underwear. He fishes in his pants pockets for a moment and pulls out a condom. He then grabs the waistband of his thong and pulls it from his body, pulling them down to the floor. When he stands back up I can see his cock. And what a cock it is. It is 7 inches long, but thick as a beer can. "Doc calls it the home wreaker," he says to me as I see it waiving in the air. "Tonight it gets a special treat." I started shaking my head no and got scared. While his cock is not as long as Scott's, Tom sure has him beat in the width department. He had shaved all his pubic hair with the exception of a small strip of dark blonde hair right above his dick. It looked exactly like the strip of hair on this chin -- his little goatee. While I was thinking this, Tom jumped down to the floor and started going down on my cock again. I started telling him there was no way that monster was coming anywhere near my ass. Scott continued to blow me, and then moved down to my balls. He sucked both of them into his mouth. He reached up for my cock and started jacking me slowly. My hips went on auto pilot and started thrusting with his movements. Before I knew it, Tom had moved down to my ass and started tonguing my asshole. He was aggressive -- while Scott had basically kissed my asshole, Tom was fucking me with his tongue. His tongue was actually going in my body. He had my hips tilted up so high, I was basically balanced on my upper shoulders and neck. My ass started spasming to the intrusion and my cock was leaking a ton of precum. "I'm gonna fuck you all night," he said. I was so excited it was hard to think straight. His cock would break me in half. But he was doing such fantastic things to my body that I couldn't think. I actually reached back with my free hands and spread my cheeks apart, giving him better access to my gaping asshole. I was covered in goose bumps from all the sexual stimulation that was running through my veins. Could I take his hugely thick dick? Tom pulled away for a second and I heard the snap of condom as he stretched it to fit over his cock. I looked over at the condom wrapper on the floor and saw the packaging - Durex XXL. Holy crap, even I knew those condoms were huge. I looked down at his cock. I was whimpering in lust as he spread my legs wide and climbed up my body. I heard another tear and looked down, he was pouring lube of some kind on his cock, and then suddenly I felt cold wet gel being applied to my asshole. He shoved three fingers right into me with no resistance. "Aghhh," I moaned like a whore. I was expecting the intrusion to hurt - instead it felt good. Thinking he was going to finger me for a moment, I relaxed...but Tom had other plans. He moved quickly and lined his cock up to me and pushed. I screamed. It felt like a baseball bat was being shoved up my ass. The head of his cock rammed past my rim and then he stopped. I started whimpering and my eyes watered - the pain was so much. I pushed at him and kicked my feet off the ground to get away from him. His tried to maintain his depth and gain more, but his cock was too thick. "STOP!" I yelled. "Get that fucking thing out of me. NOW!!!" My asshole was on fire. Tom eased up a bit and the intense stabs of pain went away. But he kept the head of his cock in my ass. He looked down at my and slowly grabbed my arms and put them over my head, like he had done earlier in the day at the clinic. "I know my dick is thick, but let's try to do this nice and slow. Let me drive, it will get easier. It might go easier without the rubber." "No fucking way, man!" I barked back at him. "Get your dick out of me, now!" "Jay, come on, I'm already in," he said then jabbed his hips forward a bit. His cock moved forward, too. He eased up on me and I tried to pull away from him. I could feel my insides raking the girth of his cock. "Please?" he asked and jabbed forward again, gaining a tiny bit more room. "No, you are too fucking big," I gasped and tried moving off his dick. "It feels great to me," he said with a smile as he jabbed me twice. This time, more of his cock went in me. I felt so full. My cock, on the other hand and shriveled up and was not interested any more. "It feels real good, Jay" he jabbed in again. "I have half my cock in you dude!" Jab, jab, jab. Holy crap, it felt like my ass checks were going in my hole, too. Tom bent forward and started licking on my left nipple. Then he bit down on it hard and pressed forward with his hips. The pain in my nipple made me lose concentration of the pain in my ass and he slid another inch in my body. "Fuck!" I groaned. "That is as far as you go. You should pull it out now." "OK, I will pull it out" he said, then jammed another inch inside me. "Please stop, Tom!" I groaned. "OUCH...ugghhhh...your cock is tearing me up!" "Are you sure you want me to stop, dude?" he asked, again pushing forward -- then back slowly. I could feel my insides retracting a bit when his cock pulled from my body. "Yeah -- pull it out...ughhh, that feels better" I grunted, feeling relief as a bit more of his cock exited my body. "Your ass is so fucking tight, Jay" he said, as he changed direction and pushed back in, gaining all the ground he had lost. "Aughhh, take it out! You are too big!" I groaned. "Oh, dude, that is some nice pussy you have," Tom sighed as he moved deeper. "No more -- please!" I begged. "OK, OK, I'll stop," he said, and twisted his hips from side to side -- making his cock twist inside my maxed-capacity hole. I bit down on my lip and felt the tears streaming out of the corners of my eyes. Tom still had my hands pushed down over my head. He centered more of his weight on his cock, which pushed slightly more into me. "Ohhhh, God -- take it out of me." "I know it hurts, we just need more lube. I will take it out, but only if you agree to let me put more lube on it and put it back in. OK?" he asked. "No, I cant' take it anymore. It hurts too much," I said biting my lip. His crotch was still not touching my body, so I knew he had a bit more to go. I could feel the veins of his cock pulsing. "Come on. Only an inch or so to go. The lube will help. I promise. Plus, it will feel good to get it out of you for a minute or two" he sounded like he was begging. I agreed to him pulling out of my ass, not to additional penetration and said, "OK. But just pull it out. I can't do this any more." Tom slowly pulled out of me. The relief was immediate and intense. It felt like my insides were being pulled out of my body. When his cock head left my body, the rim of my asshole had to flair to get around it. That extra spreading shot a flash of lust through my body. I looked down at his cock. The condom was still in place. I lay back and took in a couple deep breaths. I heard Tom open up another packet of lube. He held it right up to my asshole and pushed it in, the lube shooting out of the packet directly into my cavern. It was cold and wet and felt great. It soothed the deadly ache and burning in my ass. Tom did this a second time with another packet of lube until I could feel the gel start coming out of my hole and leak down my ass. I felt the blunt head of Tom's cock back at my hole and he grabbed my hips. "Here goes," was all he said as he pushed forward. His cock spread me again, but went in much easier. His cock seemed much hotter than before and in a matter of moments he was exactly where he had left off -- with only minimal effort on his part. Me on the other hand? I felt each agonizing inch of his thick shaft spreading me open. Like I said before, his cock seemed hotter than before. And there was less friction. I shook that off to be the added lube. Tom pulled my legs up off the floor and put them on his shoulders. That movement allowed Tom to get a bit more of his cock in me. But there was an inch to go. I took a deep breath and exhaled, and he told me to push out like I was going to take a shit. WHAM! I saw stars. I actually couldn't focus and felt like I lost all the air in my lungs. My ass clamped down on him so hard, he grunted and I just mumbled, FUCK, FUCK FUCK! Tom screamed lightly in my ear, "YEAH! YEAH! YEAH!" He dove down and started French kissing me deeply. I could taste some of my taint on his tongue. He pulled his cock back then began to jam it in and out of my asshole. I kept pulling my ass cheeks apart giving his cock total access. I screamed into his mouth as he fucked me hard. The sounds in the room were a mix of my yelps, his grunts and the sound of his hips slapping my ass as he fucked it. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to get a hold of all the different sensations -- the taste of his kiss, the smell of him. The smoothness of his body. The aggressive, burning thrust as his thick cock spread my asshole. Every time he would pull out it felt like I was taking an enormous shit. I know, it sounds gross, but it felt delicious. Over and over and over. Suddenly, Tom pulled his cock out of me and jumped up onto his feet. He reached his hand down to me and pulled me up. "Let's go to the bed, I am getting rug burn on my knees," he said. Sure enough, I could feel a little rug burn on my back and ass as well. Tom moved quickly to the bed and flopped down on it, laying on his back. He looked so young compared to Scott, maybe it was the lack of body hair. Maybe it was because this guy was 15 years younger. I didn't care. My ass felt used, but empty. "Ride my cock," he said. Still horny as hell, I straddled his shaved legs. It turned me to see my hairy legs against his bare ones. I straddled him. He reached down and guided his thick cock to my back door. He lined it up to my hole. I very slowly eased myself onto his thick rod. My asshole was numb and sore from being fucked so hard and spread so wide open. Tom laughed as my face tensed up in pain, knowing his cock was the cause of my discomfort. I only made it half way down when I said, 'No more." Tom pushed me off, grabbed another packet of lube and opened it with his teeth. He put it right up to my ass and pushed the lube inside me. Again, cool relief. Tom scooted under me on the bed and pulled me on top of him. He lined up my hole onto his cock and then moved his hands to my upper thighs and pushed down, forcing his cock into me. He spread me. I felt like a virgin on prom night. I closed my eyes and exhaled, that sent his cock directly into my guts. My hole was ruined. I would have to wear a diaper forever. I would never regain the use of my sphincter. I moaned over and over, Tom sighed. Then he asked me to ride his cock. I slowly did as I was asked. I moved up and down, while my hands lay over his -- which were on top of my thighs. As I rode his hard and immensely thick dick, my own cock slowly came back to life. Forced Ch. 06 When my wife rode me like this, she used to reach back and rub my balls. I reached back and did the same. His balls were heavy and hairless. There was sweat forming on them. I could also feel warmed up lube coming out of my body and running down his balls. I could feel his orbs in the loose sacks of ball skin and massaged them in my hand. Tom started moaning in approval and thrust up into me. When he would bottom out in me it felt like his cock was going to split me in two. I felt around at the base of his cock and my abused asshole. My rim was spread so tight around his cock it felt like a rubber band being pulled to the max. As I bounced up and down, I could feel the base of his cock. But I couldn't feel the rubber. I stopped as Tom was in mid-thrust. I was on sexual overdrive and was having trouble concentrating. I pulled up a bit and drove down, thinking the condom was higher up on his cock. HOLY SHIT! NO CONDOM! I pulled off immediately and looked down at Tom's dick. I must have pulled off too fast, my ass was pulsing and I felt a wave of nausea hit my body. My ass continued to spasm. I grabbed Tom's cock and held it tight. "Where the fuck is the rubber?!!!" I yelled at him. "Took it off dude, it was too tight," he said matter-of-factly. "What the fuck are you thinking?" I snapped. The nausea was getting worse and I had to sit back on the bed. Down off Tom and on my side beside him. I started taking deep breaths. I felt like I had to puke. I lay down on my back. My ass was still spasming. I moved my knees up and legs apart a bit. Deep breaths. Deep breaths. Tom must have taken my movements as desire for more activity. I was so focused on not throwing up I didn't feel him climb between my legs. When I felt his cock at my hole, it was too late. He drove straight into me. He used his arms to hook around my legs to gain traction, and used my own body to drill his cock deep inside me. Before he was fully inside me I acted. I pushed his upper torso back with all my strength. As pissed off as I was, he went flying off me (and out of me). I used my legs to finish the job and pushed him off the bed and onto the floor. "I DON'T WANT THIS. GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE YOU FUCKING QUEER!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. I jumped off the bed and grabbed the phone. "IF YOU DON'T GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE, I AM CALLING THE COPS! GET OUT OF HERE!!!!" I was enraged. Tom jumped out of bed in fear. He ran to grab his clothes. I put the phone down. "Sorry dude, I thought you wanted it. I just don't get an opportunity to fuck anybody, everyone is so scared of my cock. But you took it. And you took it well," he said in a genuine voice. Tom pulled his pants on and put his thong in his front pocket. He was nervous. He kept on talking, "I really am sorry. I am clean, I brought my health records with me. They are in the envelope with your blood work." I walked over to the dresser where the envelope was and picked it up. I opened it and sure enough, his information was there. All tests were negative. "Just go home Tom," I said with my back turned to him. I heard the door open and close. My mind was racing. My heart was pumping madly in my chest. My ass was pulsing, too. And my dick was still hard up against my stomach. I needed relief and knew where to find it. I found my clothes in the hallway and pulled my phone cell out of my pocket. I pulled up the number from speed dial and hit send. When he answered the phone, I said plainly to him, "get up here now and fuck me." continued... Forced Ch. 07 I walked over to the dresser where the envelope was and picked it up. I opened it and sure enough, his information was there. All tests were negative. "Just go home Tom," I said with my back turned to him. I heard the door open and close. My mind was racing. My heart was pumping madly in my chest. My ass was pulsing, too. And my dick was still hard up against my stomach. I needed relief and knew where to find it. I found my clothes in the hallway and pulled my cell phone out of my pocket. I pulled up the number from speed dial and hit send. When he answered the phone, I said plainly to him, "get up here now and fuck me." - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "It is going to be a little while. Make sure the door is opened between our rooms and go to sleep. I will be up shortly," Scott replied. Before I could say another word, my phone beeped – it was an incoming call. I looked at the number. Shit, it was my home phone number. "I've got another call, gotta go, Scott," I said hurriedly. "Hello?" I said as calmly as possible. "Daddy!" shouted my kids on the other end. "We wanted to talk to you before we went to bed." While it was 8pm in Vegas, it was 9pm at home – their bedtime. I slowly sat down on the bed and talked to the kids. The call lasted about 10 minutes, then their mother got on the phone. "Randall. (oh, crap!) I thought you were going to call the kids?" I played dumb, saying that I was just getting up to my room and was planning on calling them right away. I must have been slurring a bit, because my wife picked up on it. "Are you drunk?" she questioned me. "No, just had a couple of drinks and am getting ready for bed. Have an early day tomorrow and am meeting a new client for dinner tomorrow night. I might have to rearrange my flight home it if goes late. Sorry, babe," I said sincerely. "You are lucky you make such good money and are so good in the sack, or I'd find someone else, buster" she joked with me. We talked a bit more and I hung up. I lay back on my bed and pulled the covers up my body. I still had a buzz. My cock was no longer rock hard, but still had a bit of life in it. I lay back and closed my eyes. The warmth of the covers put me at ease and I slowly fell asleep. I don't know how much later it was, until I felt the coolness of air, then a warm body slid against me. I didn't have to even open my eyes; I could feel the course curly hair of Scott enveloping my body. His body was completely muscular. And I could also feel his cock rubbing on my ass. Scott turned me toward him and kissed me deeply. My passion, which had ebbed due to sleep was fuel again, even boosted from the booze I had earlier. As he pushed his lips to mine, I pulled his head toward me and ran my fingers through his hair, holding it in place. My lips opened to his and the kiss became increasingly deep and demanding. I let his tongue in. I could feel his free hand on my chest, over a nipple - tugging on it, tweaking it until it was rock hard. The light dusting of hair on my chest stood on end. Scott found my other nipple and pinched it. My body shuddered in ecstasy. I was rock hard and loved the heat of skin-on-skin contact. His hairy chest mashed up against me, tickling me. "Ohhh, yeah, this is so fucking hot Scott," I moaned into his mouth. I pulled back a little and kissed his lips firmly. I don't know what came over me. Matching his movements, I turn my head slightly to the side and nudge his lips open wider, teasing the tip of his tongue with my own. Within mere moments, our hands were roaming all over each other's bodies and we French-kissed passionately. He let a low moan escape his lips in between kisses. I took the initiative and forced my tongue into his mouth, exploring his orifice. I invaded his mouth, probing. He shuddered now. I ran my hands through his chest hair, feeling it curl around my fingers. I kneaded his pecks, and lightly caressed his nipples. Scott moaned, "you are a horny little fuck tonight!" "There isn't going to be anything little about our fuck tonight, Scotty" I panted into his face. We were both really into each other. Our bodies were mashed together. My cock was rubbing into his lower stomach, and his was poking at my balls. I shifted position and let his cock move between my legs. We were both on our sides facing each other and I threw my right leg over his hip, pulling him toward me. His cock slid under my balls. I could feel his cock raking under my body towards my ass. When the head of his cock made contact with my core, I hissed, "oh, fuck!" Scott could obviously feel the wetness in my crevice and heat from my center. "Yeah, baby! You are all ready for some deep loving." "Oh God, Scott...I need you so fucking bad," I moaned out breathlessly. I moved forward to kiss him again, relishing in the intimacy we were sharing. Unlike our mating before (with my eyes closed tightly), I stared directly back into his soulful eyes, which were glossy with lust. My kisses moved down his face to his neck. I felt the hair from his chest between my fingers, which were still massaging his chest. I licked and sucked on his neck, and I tried to pull him even closer to my body. I shuddered at all the feelings coursing through my body. Goosebumps started covering my skin from him tantalizing touch. Scott slowly started thrusting his cock between my legs. With all the lube in my ass, the spreading that Tom had given me hours before, and my unbridled lust of the moment, Scott started jabbing at my hole with his cock head. I could feel the hard nubs of his nipples rubbing over my chest – teasing my sensitive nipples in the process. I squeezed my hips into his, making sure he felt my aching cock on his lower abs, wanting him to know how hard my cock is for him. "See what you're doing to me?" I grunt out, using my leg to push his ass – using my body to try and drive his cock head into me. Scott simply chuckled as I continued to ravage his neck. I bent my head lower and kissed his muscular shoulder. I don't know what came over me, but I bit down on a fleshy part of his shoulder. "Aww, fuck..." he groaned out in pleasure, grabbing a fistful of my hair and using it to pull me from his neck. Scott looked me right in the eye and said, "you want it a little rough tonight? Cuz if you keep that shit up, I will fuck you till you can't walk, bitch!" I shuddered at the thought and rubbed up against him, "you're driving me crazy." I dove in for another deep kiss. His mouth was so wet, so warm and his lips and tongue to strong. The stubble on his face was rubbing my lips and face raw. I just couldn't get enough of him. I could feel his cock centered at my ass, and I pulsed my rim over him. I was trying to milk his dickhead. But in this position, there was no way for him to go in any further. But this was great foreplay. He broke away from my lips with a little cry and looked deeply into my eyes with an expression of ecstasy and longing. He was into this as much as I was. Unlike before where he was the aggressor, we were sharing this together. This wasn't just sex. "Your asshole is fantastic, Jace...ohhh, keep doing that," he sighed. He was turning to mush right in front of my eyes. While this felt good for me, too, I knew what would feel much, much better. I pulled back from him for a moment, pulling my leg off his hip. He gave me a disappointed look and started to speak, but I put my finger to his lips, and said, "Lay back, just relax and enjoy." Then turning more toward him, I gently pushed him down on his back. I scooted up on my knees and straddled his waist, looking down at his impressive cock. I drew in a deep breathe. God, this guy was manly. Thick muscles in all the right places. Curly, black hair matted his entire body, from his shoulders down to his toes. The only thing not covered in hair was his huge, 9 inch cock. It lay pulsing against his stomach. His cock rested way over his belly button, not that I could see it through all the body hair. My asshole fluttered in anticipation. I reached down and grabbed his cock, slowly stroking it up and down. He was rock hard. I could barely touch my fingers around the perimeter of his cock – but only at mid shaft. The head was flared and bigger, and the base of his pipe was at least ½ and inch thicker. I lowered myself down onto his body. I had pulled his cock straight up from his body and could feel it running up my leg as I descended. When it reached my ass cheeks, I guided it towards my hole. I felt it dock right on my ass. I had to pull my cheeks apart a bit to give him better access to my hole. The head of his cock flared on my hole. I could feel his pulse on the thick flare of his head, and I am sure he could feel my pulse on my swollen lips. I ran my hands down my hips to his. His muscular glutes were out of my reach, so I kept my fingers on the sides of his well-toned torso. I gently rocked back and forth on his pole, keeping it centered under my hole. Scott lay quiet below me. He was giving little sighing sounds and moans, and was moving his arms around over his chest and up my thighs, then over to his stomach - as if he very much wanted to do something but couldn't quite figure out what that was. "Lay still, stud," I said between concentrated breaths. I slowly pushed down and felt his thick head begin the journey into me. My hole spread open – pushed aside by the thick, flared head of his long cock. Scott whimpered and sighed. I could feel him starting to want to raise his torso, but I guided my descent with my hands on his hips. I looked down to him and said, "Relax. Just let me control this." As I said this, I kept tensing up my hole, sending shockwaves down his cock and up his spine to his brain. He was on erotic overload. I could see the sweat spread across his brow. His face was flushed and he started panting. "Oh, god, Jason...Jesus! Don't tease me like that. You are driving me nuts." I just smiled in return and did it again and again. He moved his hands down his stomach to my cock, which was barely resting on his stomach. It was hard and heavy between my legs. He pulled some skin down the head of my cock to make a foreskin over it and then released it. His other hand went to my nuts, which were low and hanging from my body. The sudden sensation of him manipulating my cock and balls made me gasp out and throw my head back, moaning under my breath. It was becoming impossible to control the situation. "Oh yeah, you like that? God, you're so fucking sexy." Scott whispered to me. My head was swimming in pleasure. In fact, my entire body was reeling from this overload of pleasure. He repeated the stroking of skin down my cock shaft, covering my head. Precum was oozing out of me. He was tickling my balls...then slowly pulled me by the hair on my balls down towards his stomach. That is all I could take and slide down his long, thick, impossibly hard cock. I rode all the way down his shaft to the base of his cock. I felt the lips of my ass down at the base of his shaft – his hairy crotch tickling my exposed rim. My mouth was completely open but no sound came out. My eyes were wide and glazed over. I couldn't breathe right. He looked directly at me. "Whoa, are you okay??" I could feel every inch of his cock lodged in me. I could feel the veins on his cock pulsing. My ass channel gripped him tightly. My ass gently massaged him from the inside. "Ugh...I'm great! God, I love your fucking cock, Scott. You are so fucking big," I moaned loudly. His smile isn't one of conceit this time; instead it seemed to be of admiration for me. I leaned down, pulling his hands from my crotch and put them up over his head – exposing his bushy armpits. I could smell his scent and it drove me crazy. I dove my head right into his armpit, rubbing my face in the damp and hot and hairy area. I start licking his pit directly. The smell and taste of him wasare intense. "You taste fucking amazing, Mr. Banks." "Fuck yeah, this is hot, Jason. Your ass is alive tonight, baby. What has gotten into you tonight?" "Your big fucking cock is what has gotten into me," I panted, trying to restore my breathing. "You've got all 9 inches of me in you J. You took it all! I am proud of you, dude. How does it feel?" "Ahhhhhhh. You are stuffing me full. Feels great." "You love my cock don't you, sweetie. I can tell you do," Scott said teasing me a bit. Waves of pleasure wracked my body as I got my breathing under control. My ass was stuffed full, and m itch was finally getting scratched. Deeply. "Mmmmmm, ahhhhh! Yes, I do love your cock. And your balls and your body. I love everything about you, Scott." It was the passion talking. And the booze from earlier didn't help, either. "What would your daddy say if he saw you now, huh?" "You are my daddy, now mister. Ohhh, God. Mmmmmm, ahhhhh." I wasn't even moving, nor was Scott. But his cock was exactly what I wanted and needed. My cock was standing straight up against my stomach as I was sitting down on Scott's shaft. I could feel it buried deep inside me. That part did sting a bit, as he was actually moving internal organs around to displace the size of his cock. I looked down at my lower stomach and thought I could see the head of his cock pushing my guts out a bit. I was panting again, and flexing my ass on Scott's huge knob. I was fluttering my chute muscles against his cock. My outer rim clenching repeatedly down on the base of his cock. I gasped and threw my head back, moaning under my breath. Cum started shooting out of my cock. I blew with such force – I threw ropes of cum across Scott's head, face and neck. A couple more spasms shot it across his chest and abs. "Ohhh YESSSSS!" I hiss out through clenched teeth, grabbing down at his chest to hold on for my life. I grabbed some tufts of chest hair and used them to pull me to him. I drove my tongue into his mouth. I could taste my cum on his lips. It was salty. I pulled away and started licking his face. The scent of cum and his musk kept me horny as hell. My cock never deflated. I was so filled with passion, I didn't know what I was saying. "God, I love you Scott!" I blurted out. "Holy shit, Jason. That was hot, dude. Ya love me, huh baby? That's sweet. And I am kind of sweet on you myself. But now it's time to fuck. Now is where I start pounding the living shit outta ya and make a man outta you." My insides were suddenly moved. Scott's bull-sized dick seemed to be everywhere in my being. I started to revel in the sensation of this massive tool burrowing deep within me and pulling out. But instead of him taking control, I did. I started pounding my hips down on him, impaling myself on his cock. I moved Scott's hands above his head again and clamped down on his wrists, effectively acting as handcuffs. There was no escape for him. He was being fucked – yes, his cock was being fucked by my ass. I was sharing my body and soul with Scott. We were making love. "Aahhh, Scott, fuck, yeah, aughhhh, fuck me, please." I blubbered to him. "Ohhhh, fuck, your cock is killing me." "You love it, Jason, don't fuck with me, you LOVE it. Tell me how much you love having my fuck your ass." My response was reactionary, instinctive. I didn't think at all. I just heard the words fall from my mouth. I was gingerly pleading with the stud, in barely audible whispers: "I love it. I love it. Fuck me. Scott, plow me...fuck me...I love you, Scott. Awww, yeah, fuck the living shit outta me!" I was in rapture. I kept pounding down on him. "Fuck me, I am your bitch! Aaahhh! Yeahhhh! Oh, god, Scott you are fucking me to death, and it feels awesome! Ahhhh, FUCK!" I pounded my ass up and down so hard that my cheeks slapped loudly on him hips on every stroke. This man owned my ass. I wanted it, too. He was right. I loved it. I fucking LOVED having this stud deep in my ass. All of the sudden Scott made a move. In one swoop, He pulled me down to him and kissed me deeply. He pushed my knees out from under me and then he twisted me over onto my back in one movement. His cock was still burrowed deep in me and I loved the sensation of it twisting within me. As if on autopilot, I wrapped my legs around him and pulled his ass towards me, impaling me on his cock again. "Easy, you fucking whore!" Scott barked at me. He pulled my legs off his ass. He pulled back slightly, pulling ½ his cock out of me in the process. I almost started crying from the loss. He pulled my legs up and bent me in ½, putting my legs up on his shoulders. Suddenly he pushed his mammoth meat into my insatiable ass. "So, you love me, huh? Tell me again that you love me, Jason. Tell me!" He pounded me deeply. In this position, his cock wasn't just rubbing my prostate; it was beating the shit out of it. My words came out in spurts, between gasps of breath, "Fuck yeah, I love you. I love fucking you. Keep doing it." "You love me. You are a cock loving queen. Aren't you?" I didn't care about the label anymore. I just wanted the fucking. "Yes, I am a fucking queen. I am a queer faggot. Now fuck me. I want you to cum in me, fuck me, fuck the living shit outta me! I want you to breed my fucking ass!" He owned me. And, I loved it. My insides were destroyed. My cock was leaking like crazy. His massive cock was so far in me I could feel it nudging my stomach muscles. His pounding was bringing me to the brink again. "Get ready J. I'm fucking the living shit out of you and you love it. Ohhh, God, J.....auuughhhhhh. I love you. I love you man." "OH FUCKKKKKKKK!!!" I screamed. His pounding was unrelenting. Scott leaned in and pushed his face against mine. He licked my face and kissed my neck, then dove in for a deep kiss. He pulled back and looked me right into the eyes. "Take my cock, Jason. Love my cock! You need to accept it, baby, you are gay. I love you, baby." He jabbed at me one last time. I could feel the entire length of his cock expand in size. His cock was white hot in my ass. My cock couldn't take it anymore. It was jammed between our stomachs, rubbing back and forth with every one of Scott's thrusts. I was covered in sweat and cum. Then BAM! I blew the most intense load of my life just as I heard Scott release a guttural moan. I felt his insides pour out as his hot cum exploded deep up my ass. Scott lay upon me, panting, sweaty and seemingly as exhausted as I. Minutes passed as we struggled to catch our breath. Finally, Scott spoke. "Sweatheart, I think I just knocked you up." He pulled back onto his side and patted my wet tummy, smearing cum and sweat over my abs. "My baby is gonna grow deep in here." I didn't care any more and reached up and pulled his head to me. I opened my mouth and let his tongue in me. His cock was on my leg, leaking warm cum down my thigh. I lay back in closed my eyes. This had been the best sex of my entire life. I felt the bed move and looked up. Scott was walking away from the bed. I watched his muscled ass flex as me walked toward the bathroom. "Let's take a shower and clean up, baby" he said as he disappeared into the bathroom. I heard the hiss of the shower and moments later saw steam coming into the room. I looked down my body. My body was glistening with sweat and cum. My cock, which normally would have shrunken down to a nub, was laying sideways across my balls onto my hip. I leaned up and rested on my elbows. I could feel my ass – it felt used. Warm cum was slowly leaking out of me. I shifted onto my side and rolled out of bed, not wanting to leave a puddle of cum from my ass on the sheets. I had to clench my ass shut as I stood up. My quads were a bit sore, but other than that I felt great. I had a low buzz still going and my body was alive with a sex vibe. I walked into the bathroom. The shower was really nice – a glass enclosed standup unit. Scott was already in there soaping himself up. Forced Ch. 07 I opened the door and climbed in. The hot spray was bouncing off Scott and onto my body. His back was to me. I moved closer to Scott and hugged him from behind. My cock hung between his ass cheeks, but only near the bottom end – as Scott was 6 inches taller than me. Scott moved toward me, "mmmmmm," he moaned, "what are you up to back there, monkeyman?," he asked. "Nothing, just admiring your ass. It is fantastic," I replied. He flexed his ass cheeks. My sensitive cock was rubbed near the base and I moaned out loud...my cock still sensitive from cumming to hard. I reached around him...cupping his full round balls in one hand, and curling my other palm around his thick shaft. God, it was huge! So much bigger than my own cock. Squeezing hard...I felt the blood returning to his cock as it turned to steely hardness. Breathing heavily...we began to rub each other, squeezing and caressing. Moaning, my eyes closed briefly in ecstasy. I wrapped both hands around his perfect cock now...pulling in firm strokes away from his belly, then sliding my hands hurriedly back up the shaft. "You've got a great cock, too," I whispered hoarsely. Without even thinking...I found myself sinking to my knees. As I descended, his muscular bare back gave way to the twin muscled hairy globes of his ass. I started kissing my way down his body and Scott groaned as my lips pressed into his firm ass. Leaning forward, he splayed his hands against the wall to support himself. Clasping his cheeks in my hands...I pulled them apart, spreading his tight crack. Holy Shit! His crack was just covered in hair, it was a dense valley of fur. But I could make out the completely smooth perfect pink rosebud puckered sweetly in the center. Pushing my face eagerly between his hard cheeks, I lewdly kissed his smooth asshole. Mmmmm, it felt so dirty and forbidden, yet so erotic and delicious! Hungrily, my tongue darted out, rubbing and swirling over the tightly puckered muscle. Scott moaned...calling out, "Jace, easy baby. Remember, I'm not a bottom." Even in the shower with water running down his back and in my face, I could taste his taint. It was so musky and raw. But I didn't care, I wanted to see how far I could push this. I felt his cheeks jump and spasm beneath my hands. "Just relax," I said quietly. I heard him sigh from above and felt his hole loosen up – he was opening up to my exploration. My tongue slithered into the tight opening, I circled it slowly, feeling the soft skin inside of his ass. Then slowly I began to press and wiggle my tongue deeper...tonguing his ass. He was shaking now, his cheeks spasming in my hands. I reached down between his thighs...once more massaging his thick, hot manhood. I knew I was getting to him as I felt his hand already there, slowly stroking his cock. I pushed his hand away and stroked him from the head of his cock to the base at his pubes. I continued to devour his open hole. Suddenly, Scott groaned. He tensed up his rim on my tongue than moved away. He turned to face me and I opened up my mouth wide to take his cock. As he pushed the flared head of his cock into my mouth, I pulled his ass toward me...impaling my mouth on his cock. I snaked my fingers into his forbidden valley and ran a finger right over his core. Scott shuddered but was silent. I leisurely slid one finger up his tight asshole. Scott grabbed my head in both hands...sawing his trembling dick into my hot, slippery mouth. I sucked feverishly, as I drove my finger deeper up into him. As his cock hit the back of my mouth, I looked down. I could feel his thick crown at the entrance of my throat. Five inches of cock were still on the outside of my mouth. I stopped fingering Scott as I contemplated what to do. "Swallow my cock head," Scott pleaded from above. I took in a deep breath from my nose and did just that. I got the flared head in place and swallowed. My throat opened and Scott pushed forward. Two thick inches of cock forced itself into my throat. Then he retreated. As he did so, he was impaling himself on my finger deep in his butt. I kind of gagged a bit on his cock, but could feel tangy strings of precum coating his cock head, lubing its way into my throat. "Again," Scott commanded. Holding my head in place, Scott rocked his hips. He was sawing back and forth - fucking my mouth with his cock and fucking himself with my finger in his ass. I was able to accommodate his cock only by breathing though my nose. His broad cock head breached my throat over and over. I could taste his salty and musky precum in my mouth and throat. Scott groaned above me, still sliding in an out. His asshole was milking my finger. All of the sudden I felt his balls hit my chin. I opened my eyes and saw his thick pubic hair near my nose. Only a little more to go I told myself. I pulled my finger out near the entrance of his ass then put my index and middle finger together and drove them home. That launched Scott forward in my mouth. His balls were mashed up to my chin and my face was mashed up into his pubes. I could feel his prostate and rubbed the side of it with my fingers. Scott's asshole clasped down and spasmed on my fingers, and I felt his cock swell in my throat. He screamed! An enormous jet of hot cum flooded into me. Some fired directly into my throat, but I pushed back and took a number of spurts in my mouth. I gagged, and ended up pushing Scott back. Two blasts hit me in the face on the way out. Scott held my head with one hand and jacked his cock with the other, then started rubbing his cock all over my face. I spit some cum out of my mouth onto the shower floor. The taste was pungent – strong, salty, spicy and musky. I didn't care for the consistency, but it wasn't horrible. Scott continued to rub his dickhead over my face and was leaking cum all over. The shower was washing it off as quickly as he put it on me. I opened my mouth and rinsed it out with the hot shower spray. Gasping, Scott finally released my head, leaning back under the stream of hot water. "Oh, fuck Jason. That was good." He was panting. I stood. I was half way to my goal. I was horny and rock hard. I grabbed some soap from the shower caddy and turned Scott around. I began to heavily soap his shoulders and back, then moved lower. Once I made it to his hairy ass, I concentrated on his furry valley. I lathered up his ass crack. I used my other hand to grab my cock and pump it. Scott was wiped out – he leaned forward in the shower and rested against the wall. As Scott splayed his hands against the wall his ass moved back toward me. I rubbed his back again and pushed his feet apart. His ass was lowering to the perfect height. I moved in close behind him. Grasping my rock hard cock, I nudged his cheeks open with the silky head. "Jason? Please don't...I don't like..." he asked panting. I pushed forward. I looked down and watched as my swollen cockhead kissed his weakened rim, which struggled briefly against my cock. With a tiny bit more pressure he ass opened to me, welcoming me inside. I watched as his ass was breached by my cock. It stretched around the head, which disappeared into his body. Inch by inch Scott took me in, deeper and deeper. Grasping Scott's hips, I moaned. Scott yelped. His ass was so hot. I could feel his rim stretching around my cock. I was amazed at the sight of my cock disappearing inside his body. I never pulled back and just slowly drove into him. When I bottomed out I loved the sight of my light colored pubes mixed with his dark, black forest of ass hair. "Jesus, Jason, pull it out. I am not a bottom. Ohhhhh fuck that burns!" Scott growled. "Easy, it will feel better soon. God your ass is tight, Scotty!" I moaned into his back. "I'm not the first one to be in here, am I?" "Ugghhhh, you're cock feels to big – Jesus, Jason. You should pull it out, it is burning." "Hang on a minute, baby. It will feel better soon. Am I your first?" "God no!" he bellowed. His ass ring was spasming around the base of my cock. "You are the third guy ever and it has been a long time." "Tell me about them, it will make it feel better," I panted into his ear. His ass was like liquid fire. And he was clenching his rim down so tightly on my cock – that my cock just pulsed inside him. All seven inches of me were buried deep inside him. I could feel my head flaring inside his body. "The first guy was my camp counselor when I was 14. He was 19. I idolized this guy. He was a neighbor from home. He was the reason I joined this camp. We were out hiking and got lost. It very humid and sunny. We ran out of water. After a couple of hours we came to a lake. He just stripped off his clothes and walked right into the water." This was turning me on even more – hearing this story. "Then what happened?" "I was so hot I just started pulling off my clothes. I was down to my briefs and then he yelled for me to hurry up and join him. He stared directly at me as I lowered my shorts. I walked right into the water – it was such a relief. We even drank some of the lake water. We started horsing around and he was pushing me under the water, giving me headlocks – just fucking around." "What was his body like?" I asked. "He was tall and lanky. Blonde. Very skinny. Had hair in his pits and crotch, but it was so light you could hardly see it." "And you?" "I had started growing hair in my pits, legs and crotch. My dick was growing a bit and I had already masturbated." I could feel his hole loosening up a bit and he was taking some deep breaths. I slowly pulled an inch or so out and held it out for a bit. His rim tugged on my cock the entire time. I looked down and could see the wet black hair of his ass tangled in my light colored pubes. His dark ass hair looked so fucking hot against my hard cock. My dick was pulsing precum inside him. "More!" I asked more urgently. "The playing continued and I felt him come behind me. My back was to his front. I felt his cock rubbing against my back. He had one hand wrapped around my chest, pulling me to him. He was kicking my legs apart. Then he pulled his hips back and must have reached down with his free hand and pushed his cock down, cuz it went right between my legs." I pushed forward again, watching my cock disappear inside him. His ass was flexing down on my cock. "Augghhh, slower!" Scott whimpered. "He rubbing his cock back and forth under me and then all of the sudden he started pushing it into me. God did that fucking hurt!" Gingerly I began to rock in and out – back and forth...an inch at a time. His ass was milking me. It was so tight and hot. Like the tightest pussy in the world. Just much stronger. "I was crying and he just fucked me. He was going fast and moaning. The water was so cold and his cock was so hot. I never would have done it if I didn't think he was a hero." I continued to a steady rhythm, both of us moaning as my shaft slipped in and out of his hairy bottom. His yelps had turned to little grunts. I pumped faster now...still watching the forbidden penetration. "He only pushed it in five or six times before he came. I didn't even know he did it at first. He pushed away from me and I felt the cold water soothing my ass. He dove under water and then walked right out of the lake. I just stood there staring. I looked at his cock when he was dressing. He was about the same size as me at the time – only 5 inches or so. Guess I was lucky it wasn't something bigger to take my cherry." "Yeah, like what happened to me, Mr. Big Dick?" I said as I reached around and felt for his cock. He was already stroking it with one hand, the other hand still up against the wall steadying his body. I slowed my pumping and rested my cock fully in his ass. There was a sense of calm that washed over us. The water was so therapeutic. "Anyway, I stayed in the water for a long while. I was scared of what had happened. He yelled at me to come out and I did so, but covered up my crotch. He wasn't interested in my body at all and finished dressing. I dressed in silence. We started off again and walked for a couple more hours. We finally came to the camp, just as the sun was setting. He was nice to me like it never happened. He fucked me twice more during the week. Each time it was the same. We were always alone, playing around – it got more physical and he would pull down my pants and fuck me. No other touching." This was so fucking hot. My cock was pulsing. My balls pulled up toward my body and I could feel it building inside me. I started thrusting into him again, harder this time. And he was pushing back against me, too. His ass was relaxed and had no problem accommodating me. His body was flushed and I could smell his musky scent. I was breathing hard through my mouth. "Don't come in me, Jason." "Please, Scott – please!" I begged. "No, I don't want to receive. Ohhhhh, god, Jason – be careful," he grunted as my hips sped up. "Just pull out before you cum" I lost control, thrusting madly up Scott's tight ass. "Ohhh, shit Scott, here it comes!" I took my hands off his hips, but didn't exit his body – leaving that decision to him. Scott pulled away from me. I felt the cool air on my cock and reached down, jacking off. My crown had just come out of his body, when BAM! A thick spray of cum blasted directly in his still open hole. I watched as two more spurts shot into him. His hole was closing around my cum, some of it leaking out – but some of it staying in him. I kept on firing a couple more shots on his hairy ass. I leaned into him and rubbed my cock along his valley. When I came to his hole, I pressed forward again. My cock head parted his rim again and his ass pulled me inside. I drove straight into him until I bottomed out. I reached around and started stroking Scott's rock hard cock. "FUCK!" he bellowed as he came in spurts. His ass clenched down on my spent cock and almost squeezed it to death. We were both breathing heavily, my chest pounding into his bare back. I loved the heat of his body on my cock. I still had a semi erection and pushed it forward a bit. "Enough!" he said somewhat perturbed. "Let's finish up and get you to bed." I hugged him from behind and slowly pulled my cock from his ass. I looked down as it exited his body. It was red and puffy – angry looking. The head covered in cum. I reached for the soap and lathered up my crotch first, then the rest of my body. Scott kept his back to me and let the hot water spray his upper back and shoulders. I rinsed off a bit then lathered up his back, ass and lower legs. Then I turned him around. His head was still down and his eyes closed. I lathered up his chest, pits, abs – then looked down. His cock was swaying thickly between his legs. I lathered it up and then washed his lower legs. I turned him around to make sure all the soap was off his body. Then I turned off the water. I jumped out and grabbed a couple of towels. I threw one to Scott he roughly dried off his body. I did the same. I dropped my towel on the floor and walked over to the toilet. I took a quick leak (yep, had stage fright in front of Scott), then went to the sink to brush my teeth. I still had a heavy aftertaste of cum in my mouth, but after two brushing felt clean again. When I finished, Scott had already left the bathroom. I walked out into the bedroom and he was standing in the doorway between our rooms pulling on a pair of pants. "Keep your door open tonight. I will be back later." With that, he turned, and closed his door. I walked naked to my bed. The sheets were spotted with cum from all the fucking Scott and I had done earlier. I decided to take the other queen bed in the room. I pulled back the covers and slid between the cool sheets. I looked at the clock on the wall. It was after midnight. I turned off my light and lay my head on my pillow. My body was alive with sexual energy. I wondered to myself...did I love Scott or did I love having sex with men. I didn't want to answer that question. continued... Forced Ch. 08 "Keep your door open tonight. I will be back later." With that, he turned, and closed his door. I walked naked to my bed. The sheets were spotted with cum from all the fucking Scott and I had done earlier. I decided to take the other queen bed in the room. I pulled back the covers and slid between the cool sheets. I looked at the clock on the wall. It was after midnight. I turned off my light and lay my head on my pillow. My body was alive with sexual energy. I wondered to myself...did I love Scott or did I love having sex with men. I didn't want to answer that question. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I woke with a start, my mind full of erotic dreams. Dreams of male bodies writhing together. I sat up straight in bed. It was jet black in my hotel room. The bedlinens bunched down at my waist, tangled around my legs. I was panting and covered in a sheen of sweat. My throbbing erection reminded me of my earlier tryst with Scott and even earlier with Tom. I sighed – it had been an unreal couple of days. As I ran my fingers through my hair and wiped my brow, I heard the door to my adjoining room open and saw movement in the shadows. My cock throbbed at the thought Scott. I heard clothes being discarded. The sound of the zipper made my ass quiver in anticipation. I felt the bed dip and a cool muscular hairy body slid next to me. "Hi sexy! Waiting up for daddy?" Scott asked. The smell of booze and cigars was heavy on his breath. "Hey you," was all I got out before Scott swooped in for a kiss. His kiss was possessive and I demurely accepted his thick tongue in my mouth. Scott's big, thick cock popped right up and he rubbed it against me. He wrapped his arms around me, and pulled me to him, his cock upright between us. He kissed me deeply on the mouth, his thick lips covering mine, the stubble on his cheeks and chin roughing up my face. His tongue was fucking my mouth more urgently. We made out for several minutes, then Scott pushed my head down to his chest. His hairy pelt rubbed against my face. I moved about his chest until I felt the hard nub of a nipple and kissed it, licked it and suckled it. Scott pushed my head lower. I kissed down his belly, tongued his navel. He was so fury I had to pull back to remove some hair from my mouth. When I resumed my descent, his cock punched at the bottom of my chin. The head of his cock was wet with precum and it glazed my chin and neck. I could smell the heady aroma of his sex. He smelled so manly – of musk and spice and soap. He wanted me to suck his cock, but having tasted and fucked his forbidden ass earlier, I knew what I wanted. I moved further down, took his cock in one hand, and raised it, stroking it up and down. I moved closer to my prize. I kissed, licked, and mouthed his big balls. They were covered in thick dark hair. His crotch had a tangy sweaty taste, but still oozed a masculine spicy scent. I nudged his legs further apart with my shoulders, lifting and spreading his legs. Even in the complete darkness of the room I could easily navigate his crotch. I heard him hiss above me as I spread his ass and licked between his cheeks. There was so much hair. Scott was sweating and I could feel and taste the dampness of him building. I licked his ass crack and found his core. I ran my tongue over his puffy hole. It was still swollen for our activity earlier tonight. I still stroked his cock, while I rimmed his hairy, muscular ass. I could taste his taint, it was stronger now. I could also taste some residuals of my load from earlier and this drove me crazy. I pushed my tongue deep into him. His nuts were pressed against my forehead. His crotch hair tickled my nose. "Oh, SHIT! Stop it Jason. You are driving me crazy with that shit," he panted above me. I kept licking his ass and heard him groan above me. His ass was loosening up again. I also realized that Scott had reached down with both hands to pull his legs up and back, giving me complete access to his ass. I could feel his ass clench down hard on my tongue and pulse – like it was having its own orgasm. Scott mumble, "oh fuck, oh fuck" above me. I reached up with my hand and slowly pulled my tongue from his ass. I traced a finger over his pucker and pushed it into him – steadily up to the palm of my hand. Scott became silent for a moment. "Please don't," he asked. I pulled back slowly, dragging my finger out of his body. When it was near the entrance, I changed course and pushed both my index and middle finger into him deeply. "Noooooooooo," came a moan above me. Scott pushed his legs down and together. I felt him trying to shit my hand out of his body. "Seriously, stop it" he said in a stronger voice. I lifted my head and his balls rolled down my face. He bent down and pulled me up his body, by putting his hands in my armpits. He wasn't gentle either and I could feel hairs being pulled from my body. "Just suck my dick, you dumb fuck," he growled at me. He pushed my head down onto his cock. He pushed it past my lips and kept pushing me further down his cock. "Suck it, bitch!" he hissed. I wrapped my lips around the fat helmet of his throbbing, oozing cock and sucked it. I forced my mouth down on him, determined to take it all. Gagging I breathed through my nose, and felt him enter my throat. I could not take it all, not at this angle. I used my other hand and wrapped it around the base of his cock and spit down on it. This would help me not choke on his big cock and stroke it to keep Scott happy. I played with Scott's nuts and rolled his orbs around in my hand. "Fuck yeah, baby, that's it," Scott purred. "You are a good little cock sucker, baby." I could feel his cock swell in my mouth, and I could taste his tangy precum. I was so into this that I bobbed harder down onto his cock. I had about 7 inches inside me. Scott was thrusting up to my face, too. He was punching deeper into my throat. I started to gag. I had to pull back for a moment and catch my breath. I had tears streaming down my face and gasped for air. Scott wanted the action to continue and told me, "get on your knees. Put your chest down and your butt up." I felt butterflies in my stomach and I did as I was told. Scott moved behind me. As I got in position I felt him spread my legs apart. He spit directly on my ass crack and I felt it run down my crack toward my hole. He did this a couple more times then used his finger to spread it around my hole. I was so ready for him, I pulled his finger into my body. "Shit, baby, you have a hungry ass tonight," he said with a smile on his lips. "And tonight is your lucky night, cuz you are going to be fucked silly." Scott moved and pushed his thick hard shaft up and down my crack. When he encountered my center, he pushed forward. Unlike previous couplings, where Scott would spread me slowly - sawing in and out to and take me gently, this time he buried his cock in me to the hilt. I screamed into the pillow my face was mashed into. I felt the wiry hairs of his crotch rubbing my ass. His balls lay against mine, swinging slightly and tapping into mine. Scott stayed bottomed out in my ass. My chute was convulsing against the intrusion. My balls were on fire and hung further from my body. Scott held still and lowered his hairy chest to my back. I loved the heat he radiated. He bent down and licked my ear then whispered, "I love your sweet, tight ass. Tonight you are gonna be fucked like never before. You are going to be begging me to cum in you. Don't touch your dick, baby. I'm gonna make you cum just from fucking you. Get ready to be my cum dump, bitch!" He pulled back slowly as I groaned. The pain was fading with his retreat. When he pushed back in, there wasn't as much pain. I could feel my body trying to accommodate his incredibly long cock. He was so big his cock was moving my guts around, making room for the intrusion. Back and forth, slow, gently, he fucked my ass. "So, you liked the story about how I lost my cherry, huh?" I just grunted below him. Without lube, this was pretty tough going. I knew if we used a little lube it would be better. "Scott, please....ohh, god, aughhhhh – we need lube.................augghhhh.............please!" I begged. "Easy baby, it will get easier for you," he replied. "The second guy to fuck me happened 3 years ago. Met a great guy in Malibu. His name is Marcus. We met on the beach during a run. I knew I was gay already. Been fucking for the last 20 years. But only a top – only the fucker. Not the girl, like you." Scott jabbed me deeply as he said this. I yelped into the pillow. Holy shit, why was he so aggressive tonight? "Anyway, Marcus and I met on the beach. We ran for a couple of miles. Talked about our jobs. Talked about cars and other shit. I asked him if he was seeing someone and he laughed. I laughed, too. He told me that he was gay and had been out since leaving the service after his commitment was over. I told him that I had come out after graduating form college – but had a lot of fun there, too. Just under the radar screen. We were a good match for each other. Both really competitive guys. Anyway, he started joking with me that he could beat me to the next house up the way. I called bullshit on that and he told me he would bet his ass on it. I didn't take him literally, which was a mistake. Marcus took off in a full sprint. I did my best and stayed pretty close, but he outpaced me by a couple of lengths. Marcus waited for me up by the house. I came up panting like a dog. Kind of like how you are panting now, baby." Scott was pulling his cock almost all the way out – leaving the flared head of his cock at the rim of my ass and driving all the way back in. "This is called long dicking baby." I swore into the pillow. Every time I was getting comfortable...getting used to his cock, he would change. He was really working my ass tonight. "Anyway, Marcus grabbed my hand and pulled me up the stairs, onto the deck and into the house. He pulled me right to him and kissed me. He pulled my shorts from my body and dropped his shorts, too. He didn't waste anytime at all, he dove down to my dick and gave me a great hummer. I was moaning in no time. And his fingers started playing with my nuts. We were covered in sweat. Marcus started rubbing my ass and shoved a finger in me – I yelled no to him – but he said a deal is a deal. I got pissed and jumped up, pulled on my shorts and left. He yelled after me that I would be back and owed him." Scott pushed my back down until my stomach was flat on the bed. He lay on top of me and humped down in to my hole. This brought about a whole different set of feelings. This cock stayed deep in me and he kept jabbing me deeper. "This is called deep dicking, faggot." I was getting pissed off at him. I didn't like the names he was calling me. "Stop calling me that, Scott." "Hey, you are just a guy with a dick up his ass faggot." He drilled me harder and harder. I couldn't keep up with him. I was moaning into the pillow, biting into it. Scott was panting in my ear. I could smell his breath, the booze and cigar smell was beginning to bother me. "I saw him the next couple of days. He was cool as always, but aggressive. I ran with him to his house, then left him. Just teasing the hell out of him. Couple of nights later I bumped into him at a bar. Problem was, I was loaded. So was he. We left together and went right to his place. He kept on telling me he was gonna fuck me. I told him I was exit only and that I was the one who was gonna fuck him crazy. When we got there he mixed a couple of drinks and took out some pot. We got all smoked up – first time I had done that since college. He got serious and said we had to figure it out. Who was gonna fuck who? We went back and forth and then he challenged me to a blowjob contest. Whoever could get the other off first would win the prize –their opponent's rear end. Well, I knew I could suck some mean cock and was sure I could beat him. Plus, my competitive streak was fueled by the booze and pot – so I agreed. That was stupid – thing is, this boy could suck a golf ball through a garden hose. We got into a 69 and went to town. He took me all the way down to his throat and milked my dick. What a body this guy had. Tight muscles all over. I had been with black guys before, but he was special. And what a cock – 8 inches with a huge helmet on top. That was my downfall. His head was so big I couldn't get it down my throat. Marcus on the other hand had me at the brink in minutes and even shoved a finger in my ass to throw me over the edge. Once it happened, I was ass up over the chair. He had to use poppers on me to loosen me up. God that first time hurt like hell. Kind of like your first time. We have been together ever since. And I made a deal with him. He can fuck me twice a year. On his birthday and the anniversary of our first time." He had fucked me for a long time as he was telling me his story and I could tell he was ready to cum. He pulled back a little and pulled me back up on my knees. My cock was hard up against my stomach. The pressure of laying on it was gone and it was banging up against my stomach with every thrust of Scott from behind me. My ass clenched down on his cock. His cock started swelling. The thrusting was much easier from all his precum. He groaned as he shot his load deep in me. I could feel his cock swelling, then it throbbed and pulsed inside me. I could feel a hot discharge spreading deep inside my guts. When I felt that I started to pulse out a thick load underneath me. He pulled out of me and I heard a slurp. I lay down into the cum filled sheets. My ass felt used. Scott's cum was leaking out of me. I was tired. Scott got out of bed and said he would be right back and that he wanted to fuck me again. Jesus, I thought to myself – this guy is like the energizer bunny of sex. He went into his room. I put my face in my pillow and rested. I was in a daze for a while. I didn't even hear him come back in the room – I just felt the bed move. He moved up behind me again. He pulled my ass up to the air and pushed my legs apart. My head was still face-down in the pillow. I knew what was about to happen and didn't even look back. It was dark anyway – the only light in the room was the digital clock readout on the bedside table – which cast an eerie red light on that right side of the bed. I lay silent and felt him rub his hard cock on my ass. His cum was leaking out of me and was coating his cock head. He lined his shaft to my opening and pushed forward. I felt the tip of his hot, hard, cum covered cock tickling my entrance. I pushed back and down, trying to relax my muscles enough to admit the wide dick pressing against my sphincter, feeling the tip poke inside, then more of the head slid in, stretching me until I ached. His cock feel different. His head seemed huge. Just before I was about to pull up due to the pain, I felt his flared cock head spread me and drive inside me. "Holy shit, Scott – slow down," I cautioned him. I pulled my head off the pillow to draw a deep breath. Scott was pulling my ass cheeks apart and massaging my ass at the same time. I was overcome by the invasion and had to bite my lip to shift the pain from my ass to another part of my body. I could feel the head of his cock pushing further into me – this incredible thickness sliding up inside me. Scott was shifting positions when his cock hit resistance – which shot painful cramps inside me. But he would twist his hips to the side a bit and push forward. It seemed to take forever this time. His cock just kept spreading around that thick head. I got some more sharp abdominal cramps and had to breathe through them. "Jesus Scott – your cock feels thicker than ever." It was slow going and I had to pull away a couple of times. The stretching wasn't as bad on my ring – it was deeper inside me. I felt stuffed. I did feel slight pleasure, but the pain was still considerable. I began to pull myself back and forth on his cock and the pressure seemed to lessen a bit. Scott was kneading my ass from behind and that help relax my ass muscles even more. Each thrust seemed to go easier. Scott pulled out of me and guided my hips – turning me back down onto the bed. He lifted up my legs and spread them wide. He moved between my legs and lined up his cock to my hole. He pushed again. My eyes tried to pierce the darkness of the room, but it was pitch black and I shut my eyes in frustration. My hole had closed a little in the few seconds we'd changed positions, forcing it inside steadily, and I moaned as it slid deep into my sore ass. When it passed my prostate I threw my legs over his shoulders and spread myself even further for him. I reached down with both hands and pulled my ass cheeks apart, further opening myself to him. God, his dick felt huge! When I felt the front of his thighs touching my buttocks I felt like something was wrong – but I couldn't put my finger on it. Something just wasn't right. I had deep pains in my stomach. My cock was shriveled up like a little turtle between my legs. I couldn't breathe well. I opened my mouth to tell him to stop, but nothing came out except sharp little grunts. He pulled back quite a bit and drove home. I couldn't breathe. My muscles started twitching all over. It was like I was having a Charlie Horse all over my body. He didn't care. He kept on slicing in and out of me. The saving grace was all the cum in me, lubing me up. He leaned down to me and lay on top of me. Now I knew something was wrong. This guy was not Scott. He smelled different. And the biggest difference of all was his smooth skin. He didn't have any chest hair. His body seemed a bit more slender than Scotts, too...more compact, yet more muscular. He bent down to kiss me and there was nothing I could do – but take it. My body was not responding. He was thrusting in and out of me, leaving the thick head of his cock in me for my ass to kiss, then driving straight into me. He was thrusting back and forth, getting into a steady rhythm, pulling me back towards. My cock was mashed between us, being crushed by the force of his thrusts. "Whoooo....." I moaned, unable to form a sentence as I couldn't catch my breath. "Enjoy it Jason – that is one huge slab of meat in you, baby." Scott's voice did not come from the body above me, instead from the foot of the bed. "Jason, meet Marcus. Marcus, this is Jason,." Scott acquainted us. "Jason, I told you that you were going to get fucked to death tonight." I was overwhelmed with emotions and I couldn't breathe right. I was moaning low in my throat. Marcus rolled us to the side of the bed and stepped off. His cock pulled from my body and the relief was immediate, except when the flared head of his cock passed my ring. He was so thick that it felt like the crown of his cock was pulling my ass ring from my body. He pulled me to my feet facing him. He pushed his dick between my legs and lifted me up by my ass. His cock found my hole. He tilted my hips back and pushed forward. Again, sharp pain as the head went right inside me – expanding my channel around the thick head of his cock as it traveled deep inside me. I was concentrating so hard on not ripping my asshole that I moved exactly as he wanted. As he stood, I was pulled up off the ground. Out of instinct, I wrapped my legs around his waist and held tight. My arms went around his shoulders and I pulled him tight. Marcus pulled me to him, and pressed his lips to mine. His lips were thinker than Scotts. I couldn't even kiss back. He pushed my lips apart with his tongue as he kissed me deeply. He was panting now, too – but out of sexual energy, not pain and agony like me. Deep in me I could feel my prostate pushed up against my channel. As Marcus continued to thrust in me he panted directly in my ear, "god you have a tight pussy!" Forced Ch. 08 He thrust up into me over and over. It was like his hips had a pin in them – he just kept driving and driving into me. He was speeding up. I was yelping like a dog with every thrust. His cock was deep in me I could feel the head rutting around deep in me. I couldn't take it any more and started thrashing against him. It was like I was having a convulsion. My back arched and my asshole bore down on him. Marcus cried out "oh!" then it felt like a curtain of darkness covered me. Even the pain of his coupling went away. My body went limp. "JASon........." I heard my name being called, but it felt like it was so far away. I don't know how long I was out – maybe a couple of seconds...but it could have been longer. When I opened my eyes the room was bright. Someone had turned on the lights. I was trying to get my bearings. I was impaled on a huge cock and was straddling someone as he was sitting on the edge of the bed. I blinked several time to adjust my eyes. I couldn't focus. My vision was slowly coming back to me. I could see now. And what I saw stunned me. Marcus was black. He was the guy I had seen earlier tonight heading into the restaurant with Scott. He was beautiful. Sharp chiseled features. Strong bone structure. Shaved head. Broad shoulders. His skin was the color of milk chocolate. He was holding me still, while he rocked his hips back and forth. In this position it felt better. "Bet you can feel that fucker, huh, Jason," Scott said almost taunting me from the other side of the bed. I looked over to him. He was nude and stroking his cock. I looked back to Marcus who grinned at me. "Scott said you had a magical pussy, Jason." In this position our bodies were closer – I wrapped my legs around his back and my arms around his back and pulled even tighter. Marcus couldn't thrust quite as deep or fast. I leaned forward and kissed him. I tried to be aggressive – and he was aggressive... so our kiss ended up turning into a tongue fuck. I was pissed off at Scott and wanted to get back at him – and this is the only way I knew how. Giving myself fully to another guy. I moved my head down to his ear and licked and bit at his ear. I moved down on his neck, kissing and licking along the way. Marcus continued spearing up into my body. God, it hurt so good. My ass had finally relaxed to his invasion. He pulled me closer to him. His strong arms pulled me even closer to his. "I think you like this," he said sitting back on the bed. "No shit" I shot back at him, looking him right in the eyes. I moved up a bit then sank down much easier than before, supporting myself with my hands around his neck as I began to bounce up and down on him, now doing my best to clench my ring down on him. Marcus thrust up to meet my descent, and I allowed one of his hands between us to explore my chest. I moved forward and kissed him again, deeply this time. Whereas my time with Scott was passionate, this was raw sex. He was pinching my nipples and tugging on my chest hair with one hand, the other hand squeezing my ass cheeks. I got so lost in his kiss that I just let him thrust up into my ass, my body trembling from the pleasure of the stimulation it was giving me so I could barely stay upright. Sensing this, Marcus wrapped his arms around me and stood up again, staying inside me. He jabbed up at me over and over. God, this guy was strong. He was able to hold up my 175 lbs frame and continued fucking me. His hips were moving in perfect synchronous strokes. He walked over to the wall and pushed my back against it. This allowed him to fuck against me. The pressure in my ass was intense. His cock was rutting away inside me – spearing my insides. My hole was clamping down on him. I heard his deep voice in my ear, "take my cock you pussy! Who's the daddy now, bitch?" "Ohh god – you are!" I moaned. "You like your ass being tapped by a nigger cock, don't ya?" "Please...don't...oh...god, don't........DON'T STOP!" I bellowed. "Scotty – your boy here has some jungle fever," Marcus said as he pistoned in and out of me. "I do, too, baby...I do, too," Scott chuckled from across the room. With my legs locked around his waist and my back up against the wall, Marcus was able to take longer strokes in and out of my body. His cock was carving a path in and out of my body. He was fucking me deep and fast. He started kissing me again. My body was covered in sweat and his was, too. My legs were slipping down his muscled bubble butt, I couldn't get traction to support myself. Marcus was panting my ear that he was going to cum. "Pull out of me....please don't cum in me," I begged. "Sorry, Jason, I am gonna seed your insides good....ahhhhh, here it comes fucker!" Marcus moaned. Marcus was really pumping me open. My back was pushed hard against the wall. He had both his hands on my hips now, pulling my ass cheeks apart, and was screwing me hard. The pain had become less and I was starting to enjoy his cock in my sore ass. I could hear Marcus grunting and saying my ass belonged to him and I believed him when I felt my cock erupting without getting touched. Cum started shooting up my stomach and chest, rubbing against Marcus' body. My ass clamped down on his shaft. My orgasm drove Marcus overboard. He shoved his rod all the way in my ass and started shooting his thick cum in my bowels. "FUCK YEAH – SQUEEZE YOUR TIGHT ASS ON MY ROD!" Marcus gave a big thrust and stayed inside me, his body tensing and head lifting up, his face contorted as he climaxed, and I felt a hot liquid sensation burst inside me. I was so turned on by his cum filling my ass, it prolonged my orgasm. I was so overcome with lust my body convulsed again. My balls felt like they were in a vice grip. I looked down and saw clear liquid oozing out of my cock head. I felt numb in my crotch and ass and this feeling quickly spread through my body. My orgasm was so intense and I felt that I was blacking out. I couldn't draw in breathe fast enough and felt little explosions in my head. A veil of darkness fell over my eyes and my body went limp. That is all I remembered for the longest time. continued... Forced Ch. 09 Marcus gave a big thrust and stayed inside me, his body tensing and head lifting up, his face contorted as he climaxed, and I felt a hot liquid sensation burst inside me. I was so turned on by his cum filling my ass, it prolonged my orgasm. I was so overcome with lust my body convulsed again. My balls felt like they were in a vice grip. I looked down and saw clear liquid oozing out of my cock head. I felt numb in my crotch and ass and this feeling quickly spread through my body. My orgasm was so intense and I felt that I was blacking out. I couldn't draw in breathe fast enough and felt little explosions in my head. A veil of darkness fell over my eyes and my body went limp. That is all I remembered for the longest time. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My head was spinning and I couldn't breathe very well. I couldn't tell whether the noises I was hearing were real or if they were just a dream. I felt pressure on my body. On my back at first. The pressure felt soft. Was it a bed? Then I felt something warm on my chest and my body was shaken slightly. More voices. They sounded worried. I felt a hand on my neck and it was pressing in hard. Against an artery in my neck. The pulsing hurt. I was fading again, falling further and further away from the voices. I felt pressure on my chest. Heavy pressure pushing against me. Then a warm mouth on mine -- and hot air being forced in my mouth. My lungs expanded. The air felt good. Over and over. It was pulling me closer and closer. But the closer I got to it, the more my body hurt. "Ohhhhhhh," I whispered. "Ohhhhhhh...ouchhhhhhhhhh." "JASON!" My name came sharply from the left and I looked up. My eyes fluttered open for a minute and I saw Scott's face. So handsome. So worried. My eyes were so heavy I could hardly keep them open. I tried to lift my head, but I got dizzy. My eyes were closing slowly. I opened my mouth but only a slight mumble came out. My eyes opened again as Scott shook me roughly. Jesus, why wouldn't he leave me alone? I closed my eyes again. Suddenly my body seemed to be floating...no, hopping in the air. I felt pressure on my legs and upper body. More sounds -- voices, banging, hisses. I felt warmth spreading over me. It covered my body like a blanket. I was falling deeper. My body moved again. The voices moved above me and they weren't happy. My body floated lower and lower. I felt something cold and hard under me and it made me uncomfortable. It irritated me. Suddenly my body was covered in ice cold needles -- it hurt. "Augghh, fucking stop it!" came deep from my throat. I pushed against it. My legs and arms were moving again, but I couldn't stop the cold needles hitting my body. "STOP!" I opened my eyes suddenly. The darkness was gone. But my vision was all messed up. I could see shapes and colors, but it was all blurry. I was freezing cold. I bent my head down and my vision cleared. I was nude on the floor of the shower. I wasn't being hit by needles...I was being sprayed with cold water. I was shivering so hard my body was quacking. "STOP IT!" I yelled again. The water was shut off. I looked up to the two worried faces of Scott and Marcus. I started curling up in the fetal position. My body ached. My head felt like it was going to explode -- it felt like bright lights were flashing inside my brain. "What the fuck happened to you, Jason?" Scott yelled at me. Why the hell was he yelling at me? I didn't do anything. They were the fuckers who threw me in a cold shower. Assholes! "Jason....ahr -- ahr...are you ok?" he said again, with an annoyingly load voice. "SHUT UP!" I yelled back and instantly regretted it. My voice echoed even worse inside my head. It felt like a crowbar was prying my skull open for the inside. I felt nauseous. Scott looked down at me and said, "let's get you out of there." I knew he wasn't yelling, but it seemed so loud to me. Even when he stepped into the tub and his foot made a squeaking noise it drove me nuts. "quiet -- pleasssssssssssssssssse," I hissed. I hurt all over. Scott reached down to grab me. He put his hands under my armpits and pulled me up. My legs were shaky and I couldn't stand. I wasn't ready for this and my body rebelled. I lost total control of my muscles. It was like an out of body experience -- like I was watching from across the room. My guts seized and I knew I had to get to the toilet. I started clenching down on my ass, to try to keep everything in. I opened my mouth to tell them to get out of the way, but when I did that, I started projectile vomiting. It sprayed out of my mouth and nose like a fire hose. I lost control of my bowels about the same time I started heaving from my throat. What came out my mouth and ass were similar -- just hot brown water. The acidic fluid burned my mouth and lips. What came out of my ass was even more putrid smelling and left my ass stinging. Scott was in the unfortunate position to receive the brunt of my vomit. It sprayed onto his neck, chest and stomach. Repulsed, he moved back and pulled his arms away. Without his support, I dropped like a rock to the bottom of the shower. My head smacked the tile ridge on the floor. Fuck that hurt! My vision was jarred again. I lay in a heap on the tiled shower - heaved a few more times and felt more discharge from my ass. I even pissed myself. I spit out the remaining puke from my mouth. I felt better than a moment ago, but not great. And I was covered in some vile fluids. And Scott came to my rescue. He jumped into the shower again. He told Marcus to get a warm wet towel. I heard Marcus scurrying around then felt the warm towel wiping my face. I felt better until I saw the blood on the towel. That really freaked me out. Scott saw the shock in my face and calmed me. "It's alright, baby...just a little cut on your scalp. Come on now, sit up," he said slowly. His voice wasn't as annoying as before. Scott pulled me up to a sitting position with my back to the wall. "OK, let's get you cleaned up. Can I turn on the water?" "Yeah," my voice trembled, "just make it warm, OK?" "Sure, baby" he replied. Scott kept a hand on my shoulder to make sure I didn't fall again, then reached up and turned on the water. The spray at first was ice cold (to my dislike), but warmed up quickly. "Can you hold the towel on your cut, Jason?" Scott looked at me with great concern. I nodded my head and placed my hand over his, putting slight pressure on the towel. He asked Marcus for another towel. Scott then poured shampoo over the towel and started washing my neck, shoulders and arms. I looked down and took in the state of affairs. Everything I had expelled was light brown water and was washing down the drain. There was some white mucus by my feet -- I could only guess that was cum which had come from my ass...Scott's or Marcus' or a mixture. "Here," Scott said, and then he lifted up my arm and cleaned my pits, chest and abs. The smell of shampoo was starting to cover the other smells wafting through the shower, and I was glad about that. Scott cleaned up the tops of my legs, from my hips down to my toes. By then, there was almost no trace of brown water in the shower. "Do you think you can stand now?" he asked. I nodded and put one hand on his shoulder and gingerly started standing up. I was very weak and shaky. But Scott reached around and pulled me up. I kept an arm around his shoulder and leaned under the warm spray. I reached to the shower bar and held on, letting go of Scott and staying on my own two feet for the first time. I felt him cleaning my back, cheeks and legs. I heard Marcus say "here" and then felt Scott rubbing shampoo in to my hair. He kept away from the front of my scalp where the towel covered my cut. The cut was in my hairline, between my left ear and my temple. "Hold on a sec," Scott said...then turned off the water. He lathered my entire body up again with shampoo and then turned on the water and rinsed me off. "Let's get you out of here." Marcus was ready with a clean white hotel towel and handed it to Scott. I cautiously stepped out of the shower and onto the cold marble floor in the bathroom. I shivered as Scott dried my body. My head was aching -- but only in the area of my cut. The sharp flashes of light exploding in my head were gone...replaced with a dull pulsing throb near my front left temple. I looked up at Scott. He was dripping wet. While no longer covered in my excrement, he still stunk. I looked up at his worried face and said, "Jesus you smell, dude -- take a shower." My attempt at humor brought a smile to his face. "Marcus, get him into bed, I'll be right in." With that, Scott jumped back into the shower. As Marcus was leading me out of the room, I heard the hiss of the shower. I looked down and saw the smooth, chocolate hand of Marcus braced against my chest. Some of my light chest hair poked between his fingers. I suddenly realized we were both naked. I leaned into him and felt the heat of his body. It felt so good. We slowly walked towards the beds. Both were a mess of sheets and I could see large wet spots from cum and sweat. He paused for a moment, thinking. "Come with me, we have a clean bed in the other room." His voice was deep and soothing. He led me into the next room. This was my first time in Scott's room. There was a king size bed there, verses my twin queen beds. The extra room afforded Scott a small couch and chair under the window. The covers were already pulled back, like someone had been already sleeping in the bed. Marcus led me straight over to the bed and turned me, pushed me back and lay me down. He lifted up my legs and tucked them into the bed, pulled the damp towel from my body and covered me. The bed was cold and I shuddered. My teeth started chattering. "You OK, dude?" Marcus was looking down at me with a heavy expression. I looked up at him. To say he had the body of Adonis is an understatement. Marcus was the most alluring, physically beautiful and well-muscled man I'd ever seen. His mocha chocolate skin enhanced the muscles which rippled across his body. His torso was totally hairless, except for the dark, curly black hair nested above his cock. His stomach was showcased by a complete set of 8 pack abs. His pecs were thick, yet flat on his chest. His nipples were large and darker brown, almost purple in color. Broad muscular shoulders topped off his chest. His neck included a large adams apple. His face was flawless -- this guy should have been a model. He had a strong cleft chin, full sensual lips, high cheek bones. His nose wasn't broad and flat, but just perfect. His eyes were dark -- almost black in color...piercing. His head was shaved bald and it looked very attractive on him. I looked down his body again. Admiring his shoulders, chest, abs...further down. His pubic hair was tight and only above his cock. And his cock was a beauty. It hung down from him. It appeared to be 6 inches long and thick, maybe 2 inches wide. The head was massive and hung from his cock like a large bell. And this was soft. What had Scott said about his cock? 8 inches? Marcus soft was just as big as me when I was hard. His large balls hung loosely from his body with two heavy looking nuts. His legs were smooth, sleek and muscled. He looked like a dark colored greek god. I was still staring at him and shivering -- my teeth chatting together. Marcus reached for me and grabbed me by the face with both hands and guided my gaze to his soulful eyes. "Dude -- are you OK?" he asked again. "C...cc...c....cold," I chattered. He pulled back the covers and pushed me over. He climbed in beside me and pulled me close, pulling the covers over us. I melted into the heat of his body. He drew my face directly into his chest. The right side of my face rested on his chest. My lips touched his soft, taut skin. His smell was a mixture of amber, spice and a tangy sweat. He pulled me close and wrapped his right leg over my legs and drew me closer to him. My cock was rubbing right into him. But sex was the last thing on my mind right now. I just took deep breaths and snuggled into Marcus, still pushing the damp rag against my left temple. My eyes grew heavy again, I was just so fucking tired. My head started spinning again, like the bed spins when you are really drunk. I started getting chocked up and my shivers gave way to shudders of fear. What the fuck was wrong with me. I started sobbing uncontrollably into Marcus' chest. He pulled me tight and rubbed my back. His comforting calmed me a bit. As my body slowly warmed, I drifted off again. My heavy eyelids drooped down and covered my eyes. Reality started to blur again and I felt my body drifting off to sleep. "RANDALL!" "RANDALL!" I was torn from my dreams. I opened my eyes. My left eye was swollen and stinging. My right eye was covered with dark skin. I pulled my head up. Drool hung from my mouth and pooled on Marcus' chest. Jesus, what was going on with me? I just wanted to sleep. I had a splitting headache again. And there was something mashed into my hair. I pulled it away. It was wet and red. WTF? I felt a slight oozing on my forehead by my upper left temple and a trickle of something down my face towards my mouth. I was moving in slow motion and still out of it. The liquid ran down to the corner of my mouth. I could taste it -- it was blood. Scott moved forward and pushed a new cloth to my head and took the blood soaked one away from me. Marcus wiped my spit off his chest with the bed linen. I lay back and put my head on a pillow looking up at the ceiling. Scott was talking in the distance, but I couldn't track what he was saying. My mind was racing, and I couldn't keep up with the thoughts. The taste of blood in my mouth made me nauseous again and I worried I would have another accident like in the shower. I was finding it difficult to breathe again. I started kicking at the cover, hitting Marcus due to his proximity. I could feel my body flushing with color and sweat. Marcus knew I was in trouble and pulled the blankets from my body quickly. He told Scott to get a cold wet towel and a glass of water. I lay still...breathing deeply. The cold compress helped but I declined the water. Marcus jumped out of bed and pulled on some shorts and a t-shirt. He grabbed the ice bucket and ran from the room. Scott was looking at me, talking to me, but it was like it was in some foreign language. Scott had that worried look on his face again. Marcus came back and started rubbing ice cubes across my forehead. It felt like I was being pulled from a fog. They were no longer talking to me, just about me. I could understand bits and pieces of the conversation. I was able to see things around the room. I was in Scott's hotel room. I was naked on the bed. I saw the clock on the bedside table. It said 3:47. Was it day or night, I did not know. I heard a couple of alarming words. Ambulance, hospital, doctor. Scott was reaching for the phone. "NNhhhoo," I said hoarsely. They both looked at me. "No ambulance doctor, no hospital." "Are you fucking crazy, Jason? You are fucking gorked out, kid. There is something wrong, buddy, and we want to get you some help. You need to see a doctor," Scott said in an emotional voice. He was upset -- bordering on hostile and concerned. "No hospitals. I just need to sleep. So tired, just want to sleep." I complained. Marcus looked down at me and said, "dude, you banged your head pretty hard. You have a nasty cut and are still bleeding. That has got to get patched up." I was shaking my head no. Scott said something that sent a chill down my spine. "Fine, I am calling your wife." I don't know where I found the energy, but I pounced out of bed and dove at him. I heard a guttural scream come from my throat and I swung at him. I was aiming for his face, but connected with his shoulder. My fist wasn't packing much at the moment and it bounced off him. He pulled me into a bear hug to protect both of us. I was white hot pissed and cursed him a blue streak. I fought against his hold. My anger was reaching a boiling point. My heart began to pump faster and faster and I felt sick again. Defeated, I lost it and started crying again. Scott walked me over to the couch and pushed me down into it. He bent down and looked into my eyes and told me he wanted me to be OK again, but I needed help. I tried to pull it together. I told him I was scared to go to a hospital. They would find out that I had been having gay sex. I would have to tell them. My wife would find out and it would be all over for me. I didn't want to loose everything. I was more angry than anything and the frustration was showing. Scott and Marcus started talking about alternatives. Other types of hospitals or clinics. Private doctors. Then it dawned on me. I started telling them about my visit to Dr. Davis at Popre yesterday. I had his card somewhere. No wait, I asked Scott to get the manila envelope out of my room. He came back quickly with it and handed it to me. I opened it and looked down. My left eye was bothering me something awful. I scanned the papers. The first one was my blood test for HPV. Negative. Then I flipped to the next one. It was Tom's results. I looked up at the top. Not only was his name there, but he had stapled his business card to it. I looked at it quickly and saw his cell number on it. "Call that number...the cell number and ask for Tom. Tell him I am sick and need to be seen immediately. Tell him Jay Scott from earlier today," I said calmly to Scott. He looked down at me dumbfounded. Marcus reached over and grabbed the papers, grabbed the hotel phone and dialed the number. After a moment I heard Marcus introduce himself. He went over the basics of my night, leaving out the topics of heavy sex with multiple men. Marcus handed me the phone, "he wants to talk to you." "Hello?" "Jay, this is Tom. I am so sorry for what happened. Are you ok?" "No, I don't think so. I am really sick. I have a deep cut on my forehead and have been bleeding. My body is really weak. Can Dr. Davis see me now?" I asked. Looking over to Scott I asked what time it was. No response. He was staring at me in a daze. He wasn't being helpful, so I posed the same question to Marcus. He replied, "ten till 4 in the morning." I heard talking on the other end of the line. I could her Dr. Davis' voice. "Are you in your hotel room?" "Yeah." "Jay, hold tight. We can be there in 20 minutes." I handed the phone to Marcus and lay back on the couch. When I didn't move, it wasn't as bad. I was getting chilled again. I asked for a blanket and was given one quickly. I closed my eyes and told them to leave me alone until the cavalry arrived in 20 minutes. I was out like a light, drifting in and out of consciousness. Finally -- peace and quiet. I didn't dream -- just rested in silence. I heard commotion in the room and felt warm skin on my forehead. I opened my eyes and found that only my right I was working. I moved my hand towards my sore eye and moaned, but Dr. Davis pushed my hand away. His touch was so gentle, yet clinical in nature. "Easy, son. You are really banged up." I heard Scott's voice in the background giving him the complete story -- sex and all. I was embarrassed beyond words. "Was it rough sex?" asked Dr. Davis. "Aggressive," replied Scott. He lifted the eyelid of my good eye and pointed a flashlight into my pupil. The other eye, I realized with a touch, was swollen shut. "Where else do you hurt, Jay?" I looked at the doctor and pointed to my head, near my temple. He spread my hair apart and I winced in pain. "Yeah, that one probably stings a bit. You will need stitches, son." He started from my head and went down again, similar to the exam he had given me yesterday. He looked in my ears, eye (the working one), nose and mouth. He massaged my neck a bit. Then he pulled the covers down my body. Forced Ch. 09 "Gentlemen, could you step into the next room and give us some privacy please?" "Noooo, doc, salright...I wan'em here," I mumbled. He pulled his stethoscope out and checked my heart rate, then listened to my lungs. He had me breath in and out a number of times. He probed around my abdomen. He pulled out a device to take my blood pressure. He checked it three times. His actions were cautious. "Tom, please come here a moment and let me check to see if this is working correctly. I need to check your blood pressure." Tom pulled up his sleeve and the doctor checked him out. "Good. 100 over 70. Normal for you." I was hooked up again and tested...twice more. "Jason, your blood pressure is very low tonight. If I remember from earlier today, it was 90 over 50...which is low but normal, especially for someone in such good shape. But I have checked you a number of times. It is about 75 over 50. You're hypotensive, your blood pressure is abnormally low. This is not a serious problem but fairly rare." He continued the exam. Checking under my armpits, nipples and abdomen. He asked me to lie back. He pulled he blanket down to my knees, exposing my groin to everyone in the room. I was passed caring. Hell, everyone in the room had touched me -- and the three voyers had all fucked me. Dr. Davis examined my penis and scrotum, then ran his fingers roughly through my pubic hair. "Tilt your hips, son." I did what I was told and felt his fingers pulling my cheeks apart and looking into my furrow. "Tom, could you use my pen light please?" Now I was embarrased. This area was a bit more personal to me. I felt like I was on center stage at a gay burlesque show. "Jay, your anus is showing some signs of stress. There is heavy swelling of the anal muscle. And that tear on your ring is a bit larger. I think we should get you into the office and have a colonoscopy to inspect a bit further inside. He pushed is finger inside me and wiggled it around. It felt so warm. I suddenly realized he wasn't wearing surgical gloves. My ass clenched down on that thought and I knew he felt the pressure of ass bearing down on my finger. He pushed deeper and came to my prostate. When he touched it, I felt a tingle shoot through my body. My cock started to get chubby again. Shit. I had been looking up at the ceiling tiles, but found my eyes drawn to Scott and Marcus, then to Tom. All three had shit-eating grins on their faces...enjoying the site of my cock growing across my stomach. "Jay, when is the last time you had something to eat?" he asked. A seemingly easy question, but I had to think about it. "coffee yesterday and a sandwich." "Doc, he had a couple of bites of a sandwich -- maybe half of it. Andy he was drinking with me earlier last night -- he had 2 vodka tonics," sounded Scott from across the room. "Actually, he had 6 vodka tonics last night," mentioned Tom. I saw Scott's eyes shoot right to Tom. "Haven't been hungry or thirsty lately. Guess I've been drinking too much." "Beyond alcohol, how much fluids have you been pushing?" This was harder to answer. "Coffee yesterday -- guess I haven't been drinking much, just alcohol on this trip." "Have you ever fainted before?" Crap! Now I was going to be embarrassed. I felt color racing to my cheeks. "Yes. I fainted 2 days ago in Colorado." "How did that happen, were you physically exerting yourself?" the doctor asked and me examined down my legs and feet. "Yes, it happened when I was having an orgasm during some pretty heavy sex." Another broad smile across Scott's face. "And tonight, you fainted again while having aggressive sex?" "Yeah." "Where you having an orgasm at the time." "Yeah." This time Marcus was smiling, his perfect white teeth showing. "Jason, you are dehydrated. I believe this is the cause of the hypotension. We need to get you hooked up to an IV. We can do that back at my clinic. We need to get you dressed and over there quickly. We need to re-hydrate you," he said matter-of-factly. "Also, the cut on your head needs sutures. Gentlemen, can you find some clothes for Jay?" Scott grabbed some clothes quickly and Tom came over to help me get dressed. A pair of navy blue sweats and a t-shirt were put on my body. No underwear. A pair of athletic socks covered my feet. The clothes must have been Scott's -- they were too big for me and I practically swam in them. "Tom, see if you can get a wheelchair for Jason from the front desk." As my travel plans were taking shape around me I leaned back on the sofa. I could hear Scott and the doctor talking back and forth -- head injury, concussion, hospital. I just wanted to go to sleep. A cold glass of water was put up to my lips. "Drink this," the doctor ordered. I took a couple of sips. I could feel the icy wet water traveling down my throat, almost down to my stomach. It felt funny. Next thing I knew I was picked up by Scott and placed in a wheelchair. "No, I can walk," I whined. "Doctor's orders, Jay." Dr. Davis said sternly. I wasn't about to fight. It seemed like it was me against the world. The ride to the car was like an amusement ride. There was so much stimulation. The hallway lights were too bright. The elevator music was load...and that was nothing compared to the 'dings' it made on every floor. Once we got to the lobby, I couldn't concentrate again. Objects started blurring. My vision was getting fuzzy. I was getting hot again. "scotttt, i'm gonna be sick again." Suddenly I was whisked outside and the blanket covering me was removed. Cool night air burst across my body. I could taste bile in my mouth, but kept from puking. I had to take in a couple deep breaths of air and was able to get my bearings again. I looked up to see Scott, Dr. Davis and Tom. Suddenly a big Cadillac Escalade pulled up. "Let's get him inside," pressed Tom. Scott and Tom pulled me from the wheelchair and lifted me into the truck. I lay back. "Blanket." "Here baby, let's keep you warm," Scott soothed me. The ride to the clinic took only a few minutes, but during the ride I had to have the windows rolled down, then up and down again. I was going between retching and chills. We pulled into the back parking lot and pulled right up to the building. Once the truck came to a stop the doors all opened. Dr. Davis ran to the door and unlocked it. Tom ran for a wheelchair. But Scott beat him to the punch and picked me up in his arms and carried me into the building. With an arm around my back and another around my legs, he carried me effortlessly into the clinic...this was how I carried my children to bed at night. I felt so safe in his arms. Dr. Davis led us to a larger exam room with a full sized gurney. Scott lay me down, but reached for one of my hands and held it. "You are going to be fine," he said smiling down at me. But I could see the worry behind his eyes. Dr. Davis and Tom scurried around, they were in their element and it suddenly felt like a doctor's office. A thermometer was put in my mouth. My face was cleaned with swabs. My left hand was strapped to the gurney. A swab was run across my upper hand. "This will sting a bit," sounded the doctor. "Owww!" A needle was driven right into my hand. Tom hooked it up to an IV bag and the doctor adjusted the flow. "We need to get you hydrated. That will make you feel better." Tom came to the side of the gurney and looked down at me. "Lift up your hips, OK, Jay?" "Huh?" "Here baby," Scott replied and lifted up my hips for me. The sweats and socks were pulled from my body, leaving my lower torso nude, before a hospital blanket covered me. Tom then came up and started cutting the shirt from my body with a pair of scissors. I was now completely nude. I started getting really freaked out when leads were stuck to my chest and I was hooked up to a heart monitor. Another clip was placed on the end of my index finger and taped there. I looked over at Scott. He was brushing the hair off my forehead and looking down at me. "It's OK, baby. Let them do their work." A towel was draped over my face and I could feel and smell alcohol swabs cleaning my forehead. There was some stinging. "Jay, I am going to give you a shot to numb the area. It will sting a bit. Are you allergic to any medicines?" "No." "Have you ever had surgery before?" "Wisdom teeth were pulled." "What did the doctor give you for pain meds?" "Percocet." "Fine, fine. Relax, son, just a little sting..." The doctor's voice trailed off and there was a couple of tiny stings near my temple, but then it faded. I closed my eyes and must have dozed off. The next thing I remembered was waking up. It was dark. My mouth felt like cotton. I had to take a wicked piss. And I was starving. I lifted my head up and felt some heaviness. My motions seemed to be retarded somehow. Where was I? "Food." "He lives!" In the darkness I heard a deep voice. I felt a touch on my arm. I opened my eyes. My left eye hurt and I couldn't see from it. My right eye blinked and searched the dark room. A flash of light blinded me for a minute. I looked down. I was in a hospital bed. My left hand had an IV in it. My right hand was encased in the hand of the guy who was talking to me. WTF? "How do you feel?" "Groggy." "I'll get the doctor," he said and left me. I scanned the room. It didn't look familiar. Where was I? I scanned my memory. My name is Jason Hugh Randall. I was born in Houston, TX on July 13, 1973. I am 34 years old. My parents are Shirley and Ted Randall. I am married to Lisa Jenkins Randall. We have two kids, Annie is 9 and Drew is 7. Our dog's name is Buster. No, Buster died. What the hell is his name...ohhh, yeah Bear. We live in St. Louis. I lifted my head up a bit more and looked around the room. Nothing. I ran my right hand over my head and could feel a bandage. Hmmm. Did I get hurt? Did I have surgery? God, did I have to take a leak. I had to use the hand rail on the bed to pull myself up. I scooted down to the foot of the bed and slowly dropped my feet to the floor. The cool tile greeted my toes. I eased myself down and put weight on my feet. I didn't have trouble with my bathe doctor anymore. [Why did I think that, had I had trouble with my bathe doctor earlier?] I looked down and realized I was naked. I reached for a blanket off the bed and wrapped it around my waist. Just then the door opened. Three guys came into the room. "Careful, Jay, take it easy," the bald man in the white coat said. "Let's get you back in bed." "I gotta pee." I said blankly. "Here, Jay, I can help you," said the blonde guy in scrubs. He walked to the side of the bed and grabbed the IV poll which had wheels and came to my side. We walked slowly together to the bathroom, IV in tow. He brought me into the room and directly to the toilet. He lifted the seat up and grabbed an odd looking carafe and held in front of my waist. I stared at him blankly. Sure he was a nurse, but there was no way I was gonna take a leak in front of another guy. I had terrible stage fright. "Can I have some privacy, please?" I asked quietly. "Sure, but if you are going to be in here alone, you will need to sit down to void. And please pee in this container, we need to measure your output." He lowered the seat for me, then handed me a portable urinal and left the room, closing the door most of the way. I sat down slowly and put my dick in the urinal and let loose. God did that feel good. It seemed like I peed forever. I put almost 30 ounces into the carafe and set it down by the floor. I got up and grabbed the blanket, pulling it around my body. I started leaving the room and forgot the IV poll. As it was attached to me, I almost knocked it over -- then it rolled right into me. Bang! I grabbed it and swore. The door opened (probably because of the ruckus) and the male nurse led me back towards the bed. "Where is my wife?" I asked. There was silence for a moment, for too long. "She is home in St. Louis," replied the tall dark haired man "Do you want us to call her?" replied the doctor. "I will take care of it," said the tall dark haired man. He looked familiar, I just couldn't place him. I was led back to bed and lay back down. I was embarrassed as the blanket rode up on me and I showed everyone in the room my balls and ass. The nurse smiled at me and adjusted the sheets as I got settled. "Jay, we did the tests..." the doctor started in. Why were they calling me Jay? That is an old childhood nickname. I was about to correct them when the doctor continued..."You have a slight concussion from your fall. You were so dehydrated you put yourself into a hypotensive state. That is why you blacked out. I put 7 stitches in your head. And we have pumped you full of liquids. Your weigh should increase back to normal in a week or so, but you lost 15 pounds so quickly -- you need to be careful." "What?" The doctor repeated everything and I just nodded. I must have fallen and hit my head. I got stitches. I had a concussion. I was in the hospital. "And you will need to start drinking more fluids -- specifically water and not alcoholic beverages. You have been in two desert climates over the last week and ended up dehydrated. Also, I want to observe you overnight, so you won't be staying at the hotel," said the doctor. Hotel? Desert? What was he talking about? "I don't know, I just wanna go home." I said unsurely. "Come on, son, give me 48 hours to mend you before you head back home, ok?" I looked around the room at their three faces. They were all looking at me nodding their heads. "What about my wife?" "No problem, baby, I will give her a call," said the tall dark haired man. Did he call me baby? WTF? Something wasn't right. I was running everything through my mind again. Married, kids, St. Louis. Hospital, concussion, stitches, fluids, hotel, desert. It didn't make sense. "Tom, let's leave these two alone for a bit. Scott, can you talk to Jay about the other tests we would like to run?" the doctor asked Scott. "Yep, no problem, Doc," he replied. "I'm hungry!" I blurted out. "No problem, I will bring in something for you to eat," the male nurse said with a broad smile. He and the doctor left the room and closed the door. Leaving me alone with the tall, dark haired stranger. "Alone at last. How do you feel, Jason?" Finally, someone was calling me by my real name. "I am ok. Just out of sorts. I wanna go home." "Yeah, I wanna take you home, too, baby. But we have to listen to the doctor." He leaned towards me and brushed my hair off my face. "You scared me pretty bad, sweetie." "What the fuck are you talking about?" I pulled back from him and looked up at him like he was crazy. "Hey, settle down -- are you ok?" I had moved to the opposite end of the bed and stared back at him. What was going on? It didn't make sense to me. "Call my wife, I want her to come and pick me up. I want to go home now!" I said testily. He smiled down at me. "No way, buddy. Doc says you are staying put. You need to rest and he needs to check you out.' "I wanna leave -- where are my clothes?" I looked around the room wildly -- I didn't even see a closet. The room didn't seem like any hospital I had been to before. "Why can't I leave?" "Jason, you were fucking gorked out, dude. Talking crazy. You fell and smashed your head. You puked and shit all over the place. I thought you were gonna die. Now you start acting like a prick again, just like in Denver!" Denver? When was I in Denver? Who was this guy? "Who the fuck are you?!?!" I snapped at him. "I am the guy who fucking saved your ass, Jason. You almost quit breathing. I gave you mouth to mouth. We had to give you chest compressions! You don't eat or drink and get yourself all fucked up on God knows how much booze! You stupid crazy fuck! Then you go and fuck this TOM GUY? REALLY?? Then you fuck me and Marcus and all hell breaks loose. YOU ARE A REAL PIECE OF WORK, RANDALL!" I stared at him like he was a serial murderer. He was calling me crazy? He was a fucking loon, this one. "I don't know where the fuck you came from or who the fuck you are -- but get the fuck out of my room NOW!!" I was seething! He stared at me with and opened his mouth to say something. "I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE NOW!!!" I yelled. The door opened and the doctor came in quickly. "Jay? Is everything ok?" "GET HIM OUT OF HERE. NOW! I DON'T WANT HIM NEAR ME!" "Scott, come with me. Jay, settle down -- everything will be alright. Tom is bringing in some food for you. Just relax, take a couple of deep breaths. Scott...Scott, please come with me." Scott, the tall dark haired man, stood his ground. He was staring at me and he was trembling. The guy must be some kind of nut job, I thought. He slowly turned and stormed out of the room. "And stay out! What are you, some kind of faggot?" I yelled out after him. He turned quickly and snapped at me, "I am a faggot and so are you, princess! You have had more dick up your ass in a week then I have in a lifetime. Who's the real faggot now?" he spat before he turned and left the room. The doctor looked at me quietly and said, "just relax. I will be back shortly." I lay back unsettled. What was he talking about? He called me a faggot. That boiled my blood. I sat and stewed for several minutes. My mind was racing. I looked for a phone in the room. There was none. I sat up in bed and pulled myself to the end of the bed again. I jumped down more quickly this time and felt it in my knees and lower back. Oh, and the IV -- yeah, it came right at me again and smacked me in the chest. I pulled it with me and looked around the room. I looked into the restroom again. Nothing. There were no closets or drawers. No windows. Just a door to the outside. I walked towards it and heard load voices on the other side. I couldn't make out what they were saying but one of them was really pissed. Must be the crazy guy yelling. I heard footsteps and backed away just as the door opened again. The male nurse appeared with a tray of food. I was standing naked in the middle of the room. He smiled at me quickly and put the tray over by the bed. I watched him with caution. "Jay, why don't you stop prancing around in the nude teasing everyone and get back into bed?" he said with a smile on his face. "Dinner is served." I looked at the tray. It smelled wonderful. I was suddenly ravenously hungry. I tentatively walked towards the bed, covering my groin with my free hand. The nurse saw this and snickered. "Have you turned suddenly bashful? No need to cover the jewels Jay, everyone in this building has seen them. Come on, get back in bed." I was confused at his demeanor. He was talking to me like he knew me -- like he was playing with me. Teasing me. "Where are my clothes," I asked? "Dunno. Sweats are in the laundry. We had to cut the shirt off you when we got you here last night. Rest of your stuff is back at the hotel. I put this together. Couple of Lean Cuisines. Doc had a salad in the fridge, it is still fresh. Doc only wants you to have milk and water, no caffeine." "What kind of hospital is this?" I asked in confusion. Didn't they have a cafeteria? Did he actually have to make my food from scraps? "Jay, you are a funny man. What kind of hospital is this...good one." "What?" "This is our clinic -- Doc and I own it, remember? Listen, climb into bed and start eating. I will get you something to wear." He walked toward the door. "Ohh, and after you get done eating we are going to do a colonoscopy on you. Nothing to be worried about, just a precaution. Doc will be in to see you in a minute." With that, he left me alone. A colonoscopy? Why? I knew exactly what those were, my dad had them when he had prostate cancer. SHIT! I knew they were no fun, from Pop's description. As I was thinking this, I smelled warm pasta. I looked over to the tray near my bed. I walked over to the gurney and climbed on. Owe, my ass hurt a bit. Kind of low sting. I settled some blankets around my hips and waist. I grabbed the tray and inhaled the food. It was the best tasting food I had ever eaten. I even ate the cauliflower -- which wasn't a favorite of mine. The double helping of food was gone in a matter of minutes. I wished there was more. I finished off the meal with guzzling down 2 small milk cartons and a large glass of water. Then a nice long burp. Yep, I was feeling better. Forced Ch. 09 The door opened again, and the doctor entered. He smiled at me -- a calming smile that put me at ease. "How was dinner?" "Good. Can I call my wife?" "Scott is taking care of that right now." "Scott??? The crazy guy?" "Jay, I want you to relax and listen to what I am going to tell you. Scott is a good guy and has been with you for the last 14 hours. He cares for you and is looking out for your best interests. He is calling your wife right now. He is heading back to the hotel and getting cleaned up and taking your clients out to dinner. Some company called Abrah." Abrah -- they weren't a client of mine, but I would love to have them be one. This didn't make sense. "Why is he...Scott...taking them out for me? I don't even know them....or him." "Scott is your boss, son." That crazy Scott guy was Scott Banks? My new boss? I had talked to him on the phone, but never met him. It was starting to make sense -- but only a little. "Is he gay?" was the first thing that popped out of my mouth. "Yes, I believe he is, Jay." "Doc, why are you calling me Jay? My name is Jason." He looked at me and grinned. "That is the name you gave us yesterday when you came in for a visit. Jay Scott, I believe. Don't worry, we are in the business of keeping things confidential. Many clients use aliases when they visit us." More confusion. "This is a clinic?" "Yes, a clinic specializing in STD screening." "What? That doesn't make sense. I am married and have never cheated on my wife." "Ok" was his only reply. "Why did I come in -- yesterday, you say?" "You came in for a full STD and HIV screening," he replied. "Are we in St. Louis?" I asked. "No, son, we are in Las Vegas." "But I'm not supposed to be in Vegas until next week..." I started saying. "I am going to ask Tom to postpone the colonoscopy for a bit and sit with you for a while. Just relax, you are doing fine." The doctor went to the door and opened it a crack and talked to the male nurse. His name must be Tom. Then the doctor came back to the room and pulled up a chair by the bed. He was relaxed and smiled at me again. "What is your name, doctor?" I asked. "Rob Davis, son. But feel free to call me Rob, doc or Dr. Davis -- whatever makes you feel comfortable." "My name is Jason Randall. What is wrong with me," I asked flatly, "why can't I remember things." "Good to meet you Jason. You banged your head pretty hard. And you have a concussion. Some memory loss is normal. Let's check and see the extent of it, ok?" "Yeah." Doc asked me a number of questions. The year, month, date, time of day. My name, occupation, family statistics. The season. What color my house was. All sorts of stuff. I could easily remember most of it -- it just got foggy when it got close to the last two weeks. The last couple of days were a blur. I peppered him with questions, too. Some he could answer, like how long I'd been there...others he couldn't or wouldn't. He got uncomfortable when I asked him why I had come in to see him for STD and HIV tests. I pushed him on it and he finally relented. "Jason, you had unprotected sex and felt that you wanted to make sure you were clean." "Who did I have sex with? Where did I meet her?" I asked. "Jason, you engaged in unprotected sex with men." "WHAT!?" "Calm down. Easy. Take it easy." My mind was racing. I was strictly straight. I had never, ever touched another guy -- let alone had sex with one. This had to be a joke. I felt like I was being punked. "No way. I never would do that. I like women. I love my wife. I would never, ever fuck a guy." The doctor's voice was low and soothing. "Jason, you weren't doing the fucking, son. You were being fucked by men." "Huh?" I said with a half laugh. "Funny!" Now I was getting perturbed. "Jason, I can only relay to you what I know. When you arrived yesterday you asked for a full STD and HIV panel. You had unprotected sex with a gentleman in Denver over the course of two days. You received anal sex repeatedly. And since arriving in Las Vegas 24 hours ago, you have had sex with at least two more men...perhaps a third, again in the receiver role." I sat in disbelief. I would have believed almost anything else but this. It wasn't possible. I felt sick to my stomach and thought I was going to puke. I told the doctor as much. "You are ok. Take it easy." He stood and lay me back on the bed. He placed a cold damp towel over my forehead and told me to take a couple of deep breaths. "Jason, you have been through a lot over the last couple of days. New experiences. Some trauma. You need to relax and get your strength back. I am not judging you or your behavior. You are in a safe place. Relax." "Doc, it just isn't possible that I had sex with a guy....I just don't do that kind of thing." "Jason, I can assure you after careful examination that you have engaged in anal sex. I examined you yesterday and saw proof that you indeed had anal sex." "Prove it!" I snapped at him. "Jason, calm down. You need to remain calm. We can't have you flying off the handle. I am a doctor and you are in my care. You are safe. Nobody is going to hurt you here." "I couldn't have done it,' I said anxiously. "I am married." "Jason, I will tell you my findings over the last several days. All STD and HIV tests have come back negative. That was from yesterday and again today. The semen extracted from your anus was also tested. Negative for STDs and HIV. So, physically speaking, you are safe. You don't need to worry about passing anything back to your wife." Holy crap, I wasn't even thinking that way. I couldn't get past the thought of being a fag. "I wasn't raised that way and I don't want to be gay. I love girls. I love breasts and pussy. Period." I never even thought of passing a disease to my wife. She would kill me. Divorce me. My kids. My family. Friends. Neighbors. Colleagues. Holy shit, this was steam rolling me. I was breathing deep. I wanted to ask the next question but didn't want the answer. "Who were the guys?" "Excuse me?" "Who f....fuck.....fucked me?" I said with bile in my throat. "Let's talk about that later, I don't know if I have all the facts yet. But I promise I will tell you once I know." "OK" "Jason, let's do another exam of you, then the colonoscopy and then finish up with some xrays. OK?" he asked. Now I knew the real reason for the colonoscopy. The doctor called the nurse back into the room. I lay back and closed my eyes and let the doctor do his work. They took my temperature and blood pressure. The doctor was happy to report my heart rate and blood pressure were a bit low, but close to normal. Next, the doctor listened to my heart, then the breathing. He moved on to checking my eyes, ears and throat with a pen light. The doctor then felt around my neck, turning my head from side to side. When he got to my chest, the doctor rubbed my chest a bit. He pulled the sheets down to my lower abdomen. He checked out my entire upper torso. Armpits for lymph nodes, then my abdomen. I was a bit uncomfortable -- my stomach felt like it was filled with rocks. Maybe it was the food. No, it was the news that I was a fag. As he poked my lower stomach I felt a stirring in my groin. Shit, NO! "Doc, we have to stop." The doctor must have seen my penis tenting the thin blankets. "Jason, relax. Getting an erection is normal. You got one yesterday, too. Remember, the human body reacts to touch, not to the one doing the touching. I tried to relax by breathing deeply. The doctor pulled sheets down to above my knees. His hands moved all through my pubic hair and this started to feel good. I was so embarrassed I put my free arm across my face over my eyes. I wondered if I could hang myself from my IV. I had a semi erection. The doctor pulled the blankets up to my chest and covered my groin. Good, it was over I thought. I heard metal on metal and saw Tom putting stirrups on the bottom sides of the gurney. Oh, my humiliation was just beginning. "Please put your feet up in here." Tom helped me put my feet in the stirrups. The doctor checked on my both legs as he put them in the stirrups. The doctor sat on a stool between my legs and pushed the sheet up further on my body, bunching it on my stomach. My cock and balls felt the cool air. I was about ½ hard. The doctor said, "Jason, remind me to have Tom teach you how to give yourself a thorough testicular exam. You will need to start doing it regularly every month, OK?" "OK." The doctor gently touched my balls, examing each one in his hands. His touch was a bit cool, but soothing. While the doctor continued to feel up my nuts, my cock started getting a bit harder. I was about ¾ hard. "Everything all right? Any discomfort?" asked the doctor. "No." To my surprise, the doctor reached up and squeezed my cock tight. He pulled at the head and ran his fingers up and down the shaft a bit. "Fine," was all he said. The doctor continued his exploration of my crotch. No hernias or abnormalities. Everything was normal. "Jason, I need you to relax now. I am going to examine your anus. It may be a bit uncomfortable. With that I felt a lubed finger probing at my anus. I started to clench a bit, but the doctor told me to relax so he could check my prostate. I relaxed and the doctor's finger slid in...with no resistance at all. "Jason, as I noted yesterday, there is a slight tear on your anus, and also some swelling of the anal sphincter and abrasions inside the rectum. When I asked you if you were forced or raped yesterday, you said no," the doctor said quietly. Shit -- I would have rather been forced to have sex than willingly given it up to 3 or 4 guys. My mind raced a million miles an hour. "Are you sure I wasn't forced, doc?" "Jason, I am only relaying the information you provided to me. And through discussions with others, it appears your sex was voluntary." He pushed forward and moved his finger deeper into my body. I felt a tingle running up my spine. He twisted his finger a bit and hit paydirt. "Your prostate is swollen, but your PSA is low. I would expect this from heavy anal sex, Jason." I let out a sigh as doc pulled his index finger out of my ass. [A sigh -- shit]. I grunted too, for good measure. "Everything all right? Any discomfort?" asked the doctor. "No." Damnit! Unlike my last physical exam last summer, this one wasn't bad. My doctor at home was a buddy of mine from college. My annual physical with him was uncomfortable -- most guys don't want their buddies seeing their junk, let alone touching it. But he was cool about it, even joked with me a bit. I remember the first time he checked my prostate. I remembered thinking that he shoved his entire arm up me before...in comparison, today's exam was easy. "I felt nothing really out of the ordinary. The tear and abrasions will heal." "Tom, let's proceed with the colonoscopy." I heard movement at the foot of the gurney. "Jason, as long as we are here, we want to take a quick look, OK. The device isn't that much thicker than my finger. You can watch the monitor over on the wall. Please pull your legs out of the stirrups and roll onto your left side. And pull your legs up into the fetal position." I did as I was ordered. I felt cool gel being placed on the outer lips of my anus. A cool, wet finger punched in and out of me. Next I felt something cold and metallic against me. "Take a deep breath, Jason. Easy now." I was expecting pain and resistance. But there was none. The device entered me effortlessly. I watched the TV screen as it entered me, deeper and deeper the thing went. I could see a pink wet channel. My ass clenched down on the intrusion, but with all the lube it just pressed further into me. "Ahh, there is your prostate. It looks very healthy, Jason. A bit swollen, but that is due to other circumstances," the doctor said. "I am going to go a bit deeper to make sure there isn't any damage. He pushed forward. And I felt the cool sensation spreading me. It pierced me deeply, but there was no pain. "OK, we are in about 12 inches. You look very good. No damage." As he slowly pulled the scope from my rear, my ass clenched down on it. It felt good leaving my body and I could feel a slight void it left behind. I watched the TV monitor. As it left my body, I got a close-up view of my anus. I could see a dusting of dark brown hair around my anus. My anal lips were pouty looking, swollen. As he pulled further away I kept looking at the picture of my ass. It wasn't as ugly as I would have guessed. Muscular. Masculine. Not bad for a 34 year old. And the hair in my ass, which I would have thought as gross before, looked really good on me. My cheeks were bare...and with the forest of hair in my crack, it looked brutish. Sexy. I felt a warm wet cloth wiping my ass. Now that felt good. A hand reached and pulled my right check away and the rag went in for more swipes. The warmth of the towel felt great. And the touch felt erotic. I felt a slight slap at my ass and heard, "Time for some xrays." I was surprised to see Tom near my ass, as I had expected the doctor. Tom pulled my right shoulder down until I was laying flat on my back. He adjusted the blankets and told me he would be right back. I looked over at the doctor, who was walking over to the sink. I looked down at his hands and could see they were wet, covered in gel or lube. What???? He didn't wear gloves for the exam? Of every other exam I had administered to me in the past, the doctor always wore gloves. Always. Suddenly, I felt my ass clench down and a charge go directly to my cock. I got hard immediately. I shuddered at the thought. The doctor started washing his hands, when Tom came back into the room with a portable xray machine. He started making adjustments, then walked to the bed with a lead apron. He started smoothing the blankets on me and felt my erection. I could have died right there. I lay back and closed my eyes. What was wrong with me? I heard a chuckle from Tom and the apron was laid on my crotch. "This is for breeders, so we don't make you sterile," he laughed. "What?" I replied. "Breaders. Heteros. People that breed...have kids." "Ohh, yeah." "You and your wife done having kids?" he asked. "I don't know, tough to go back to diapers and no sleep...but you never know," I replied. The idle chit-chat was diverting my attention from my hard-on. Tom brought the machine over toward me. "Doc wants a chest xray, then a head xray. This will only take a couple of minutes." The machine was put over my chest. "Deep breath please," Tom asked. I took a full breath and held it and heard a click from the machine and exhaled. Tom came over to the bed and lifted my head and pulled the pillow from under me. He gently lay my head down and then moved the xray over my head. I heard a click again and then the machine was pulled away. Tom came over and layed some scrubs on the foot of the bed. "Jay, what size are your feet?" "Ten and a half" I replied, wondering what where he was going with this. "Damn. I am a twelve and doc is a 10...we will have to make due...be back in a sec." Tom exited the room. I sat up in bed. Tom was back in a flash with a pair of flip-flops. "These will work. Here, let me remove the IV, then help you get dressed. Tom went over to the left side of the bed and grabbed some swabs and medical tape. He closed off the IV to my arm and slowly pulled the tape off my arm...pulling some hair off my body in the process. It stung. But that sting was nothing compared to when he pulled the IV out of my arm. If felt like a hot knife was slicing into my bone. "Ouch -- that fucking hurts." "Don't be a baby," Tom replied jokingly. "I've had one before, it doesn't hurt that bad." Tom put the swabs over the area and taped them in place. Then he lowered the railing on the left side of the bed. He pulled the sheets off my body, which surprised me. He grabbed my legs and pulled them towards the side of the bed, the grabbed the scrubs, pants first. He opened them up and said, "here, step into these." Tom was crouched down near the floor, so when I eased down to the floor, my dick was right at eye level for him...less than a foot from my cock. I could tell he was taking in a full view of my crotch. I nervously lifted one leg, then the other into the pants, then felt Tom pull them up my body. I could feel his hands dragging up my outer thighs and up my ass. The scrubs were way too big for me and when Tom moved to the front, they were barely hanging onto my hips. I looked down and the front of the pants were laying on top of my cock...my pubic hair in view. Tom pulled the drawstrings and started tying them, but I stepped away from him and back into the bed, and said, "I got it." Before Tom could do the top, I reached for it and pulled it over my head. Again, this was way too big for me. It must have been and XL. I normally wear a medium, so I was swimming in the scrubs. Tom reached over and dropped the flip-flops on the floor in front of me. I slowly put them on. My heals hung off the back of the shoe, but it was better than nothing. "OK, doc is reviewing the tests and the xrays are printing. The clinic is closed down and I need to clean up a bit. We are planning on leaving in about 20 minutes. How bout I bring you into doc's office. You can call your wife there," Tom said quickly. He led me out the door and down the hallway. Nothing looked familiar to me. He opened a door near the end of the hallway and led me inside. It was a dark room with wood paneling and rich carpet. The furniture was leather and wood. Very nice...like a banker's office. The doctor was behind the desk, looking at my xrays on a computer monitor. Tom showed me over to the leather couch. "Jason, xrays look good. Lungs are clear. No fractures of the skull. I think you are just going to need a couple days R&R and you will be good as new." I sat and listened to the doctor. He went on, "Scott called. He spoke with your wife. She is worried. He told her that you and an accident in the hotel, slipped in the bathroom and cracked your head open. Just the basics. He told her that you saw a doctor and got stitches at Urgent Care. Feel free to call her on my private line over there. It is 7 o'clock here, so it will be 8pm in St. Louis." I picked up the phone and dialed my home number. It was picked up on the first ring. "Hello, this is Lisa." I got a huge lump in my throat. "Hi Lees," I said weakly. "Randall! Oh, god...are you alright? I have been so worried. You boss called this afternoon and said you were hurt. Are you ok?" I had a huge frog in my throat, "yeah, babe...I'm sorry..." I broke off, my voice cracked. "Jason, it's ok...don't be sorry. How are you?" I had to take a couple of deep breaths. "I am ok, kind of banged up. I have a couple of stitches in my head. Black eye." My voice was shaky. "What did the doctor say?" "I have a concussion, but no broken bones." "What happened baby?" she asked. I could hear the concern in her voice. I could hear the kids in the background, trying to grab the phone from their mom. "Shhhh...you can talk to him in a minute. Be quiet," she scolded them. "Sorry, honey -- what happened?" "I guess I fell in the shower. I don't remember anything. I woke up in the doctor's office. They put me on an IV. Guess I was dehydrated. My blood pressure was really low. I...I do...don't know," I stuttered. I felt tears streaming down my face. I looked up and Dr. Davis was walking towards me. He took the phone from me and introduced himself. "Mrs. Randall? Hello, this is Dr. Davis. I am the attending physician who saw your husband today. Yes, he is ok. Had a tough night..." Forced Ch. 10 "Yes, Mrs. Randall. He is in good hands here. No, I don't advise air travel for at least 48 hours..." I lay back on the couch and closed my eyes, preparing myself to talk with my wife again. The pain in my head was seeping back in my skull and I felt nauseous again. I focused on my breathing and felt my heart slowing back down. Deep breaths. Calm. I fell asleep. -------------------------- I woke about 30 minutes later. The doctor was shaking me and talking slowly, "Jason, come on...let's get you up and out of here. We should get you home and cleaned up and to bed. You will feel better tomorrow." "My wife...." I stammered. "I talked to her and told her you fell asleep. She is worried but happy with the care you are receiving. I told her we were transporting you to a different location to recoup your strength over the next few days. Told her it was like a spa – once you see it, you will agree. She has my cell phone number if she wants to call." I nodded and got up slowly. The doctor put his arm in mine and led me out of the office and down the hallway. We exited the building and I saw Tom behind the wheel of a big SUV. The doctor opened up the back door of the truck and helped me inside, then climbed in next to me. I lay back and closed my eyes as the truck started moving. The motion was making me sick. I focused on my breathing again and must have fallen asleep. I woke again as the truck came to a stop. I was laying up against the doctor, my head in shoulder, my arm wrapped around his chest. He seemed to be hugging me, too. I pulled back quickly and looked at him. "Shhh, it's ok. We are home. Let's get you inside." The truck came to rest in the garage. Tom got out and opened my door and I slowly exited the vehicle. The car next to me was a Porche 911 convertible. Yellow in color. And next to that was a red Jeep Wrangler and a BMW motorcycle. These guys liked their toys. Tom and the doctor led me inside the house. The home seemed expansive with wide spaces and lots of windows. I was led past a kitchen and living room down a hallway towards a bedroom. It was decorated in dark brown colors, very masculine. Tom brought me over to a bed. The doctor started closing the blinds and curtains and turned on a lamp in the corner of the room. Tom was pulling back the covers on the bed. "I have to pee." I stood slowly and Tom led me to an attached bathroom. It was large with a shower, tub, toilet and sink. I was struggling with the tie on the scrubs and Tom swooped in – untying them for me. They fell right to the floor. Tom led me to the toilet and I sat down. I peed forever, it felt great. When I pushed the last few drops from my body I could feel a clenching in my ass and felt my cock grow a bit. Not hard, but chubbier than usual. I leaned forward and rested. "You OK?" Tom asked. "Yeah, just tired. Hungry, too," I answered. "Let's get you back in bed. I will make you something to eat." Tom helped me up from the toilet and flushed it for me. I was planning on pulling the pants up and Tom said, "Just leave them here, I will get them later." I stepped out of them and walked out of the bathroom and into the bedroom with only the top on. It was so large on me, that it covered my cock and balls and looked like a mini dress. Tom led me over to the bed. As I was sitting down, the doctor came into the room with a large glass of water and some pills. He handed me both of them. "Drink all the water. The pills are just Tylenol. You will need them," he stated. I popped the pills in my mouth and I drank the entire glass of water – it must have been 24 ounces or so. I didn't realize I was so thirsty...it was like I couldn't get enough water. I drank so quickly that some of it spilled on my top. When I was finished, Tom grabbed the empty glass and filled it in the bathroom and brought it back – putting it on the bedside table. Next to the glass of water was an alarm clock. The time read 9:07pm. "Keep drinking as much water as you can, Jason," the doctor said. "Hey, why don't you take off that wet shirt, we will get you something else to wear." I slowly reached up and pulled the top off my body, leaving me nude again. I pulled my legs into the bed and lay back, pulling the covers over my body. My eyes were so heavy that I couldn't even keep them open. "Scott is bringing your things over here from the hotel around noon tomorrow. Get some sleep. We will need to wake you every 3 hours or so..." the doctor stated. I never heard the end of his sentence. I was out like a light. My dreams were crazy. Wild sex. Images of men. Women. Orgies. I woke with a start. I opened my one working eye and looked around me. I remembered I was in someone's house – yeah, the doctors. I had to pee again. I looked at the clock. It was almost 11pm. I pulled back the blankets. I was dripping wet in sweat. The cool air felt good. I slowly walked to the bathroom, a few dim lights had been left on to guide me. I stood in front of the toilet and voided again. I peed so long I had to hold on to the wall for support. My urine was almost clear in color. I walked to the sink and looked up. I was horrified to see myself. The first thing I noticed was the black eye. Very swollen. Purple. The further away from my eye the lighter the color, until it got a sickly yellowish-grey color. There was a bandage on my upper forehead. I had a couple days stubble on my face. I turned on the water and washed my face. My eye stung to the touch. I dabbed my face with a towel. I tried prying my eye open and could squint out of it slightly...and saw my eye was rather blood-shot. My stomach was growling. I remembered an offer of dinner and made my way out of the bathroom and bedroom, then into the hallway. I could hear noises coming from the end of the hallway. I could see the door was open and light was spilling into the hallway. I figured Tom or the doctor must be in there, maybe they could help be find something to eat. I walked towards the room, again hearing more sounds. As I neared the door, a clear picture of where the sounds were coming from emerged. I could see a bed and on top of it were the doctor and Tom. Tom was on all fours, facing the door. The doctor was behind him, slamming his cock into him. They were both completely naked. The doctor's smooth, lightly defined chest was covered in sweat, and I could tell that he had an ample cock, as I saw it going in and out of Tom. Like his head, his body was completely devoid of hair – including pubic hair. Tom looked like he was really enjoying himself as he slammed back against the doctor, groaning, telling him to fuck him harder. I could feel my cock get hard as a rock as I watched, knowing I should leave, but unable to do so. At first both of them had their eyes closed. But then Tom's eyes shot open and they focused on me in less than a second. I went to leave, but apparently my feet had other plans since I remained standing there. He looked surprised at first, but then he smiled. I realized he was staring at my body. I could see Tom had a huge dick – really thick - bouncing up and down as the doctor fucked him. Tom's eyes kept moving from my chest to my hard cock. Oh shit, I was naked and hard as a rock. I couldn't deny how turned on I was by the sight in front of me, as they continued to rut into each other. "Fuck!" was all I could think of...oh no...did I just say that out load? The doctor's eyes opened - he fixed his gaze upon me, standing in the doorway. He stopped pounding into Tom, who immediately started pushing himself back against the doctor, not wanting the fuck to end. The doctor's face registered surprise, then he smiled deeply at me as he saw my hardness. "Join us," Tom said in a voice filled with lust. The doctor's eyes widened with excitement. My heart was racing and I wiped at the sweat forming on my brow. I looked directly into the doctor's eyes for a moment, before backing away and heading back down the hallway to my bedroom. I closed the door and breathed deeply. I was practically shaking as I got back into bed. I was a nervous wreck and so sexually excited at the same time that I really didn't know what to do with myself. My cock was rock hard. I didn't dare touch it, knowing I would blow all over the place at the slightest touch. I was confused at my emotions. I had never thought that gay sex would have been so erotic. But watching those two men together was like nothing I had ever seen before. It was like I was craving their touch. I covered my face with a pillow and took a number of deep breaths. I heard my door crack open and a gentle voice call, "Jay." It was Tom. I ignored him, keeping my face in the pillow. I was frightened of my excitement. Of the situation. Of them. I felt movement at the side of my bed. I hand gently shook my shoulder. "Jay, I need to wake you up and check on you. How do you feel?" Tom asked. He was making this easy for me. Instead of confronting it, he was ignoring it, too. This made me feel better. He pulled the pillow from my face and I looked up at him. He was flushed and I could see light sweat on his brow. He smiled down at me. "Are you hungry? Can I make you some dinner?" I nodded my head. I looked down and saw his body was covered in a silk robe, navy blue in color. It made his blonde hair look even lighter and his blue eyes dazzle. As I looked lower I saw the robe went only half way down his thighs. I could see the bulge of his cock pushing the robe out a few inches from his groin. "Do you have anything I can wear?" I asked quietly. "Sure, I put some shorts and a t-shirt in here for you earlier. Man, you were out of it tonight, Jay. How you feel?" he asked as he handed me a pair of mesh running shorts and a tank top. "These are docs, might be a bit small." "I feel better, just really hungry and thirsty," I replied. My erection had not subsided in the least and when Tom reached down to pull back the covers, I grabbed his wrist. "Don't, please...I have a...a...I'm excited," I stammered. "Nothing to be embarrassed about," Tom said and he whisked the covers off my body. My cock was right up against my abdomen and it pulsed when hit with the cool air. "We are all men here. You've got a great cock, dude...and that body is to die for." This sent a chill up and down my spine, and my cock pulsed a bit of precum onto my stomach. I reached for the covers again, trying to pull them over my embarrassment. "Dude, why are you ashamed of your body? I would kill for the definition you have. And that hairy chest and stomach is so sexy. Just the right amount of hair. You were so free with your body last night, then you had the accident and you get shy. I don't get it. Don't be ashamed of who you are," he said softly. "I'll be in the kitchen," he said and with that, he left me alone in the room. How did he know I was free with my body? Doc must have told him what had been going on. Crap – now everybody thought I was a fag. I slowly got out of bed and found the clothes Tom had provided. The doctor had a slighter frame than I did, the shorts were very tight around my waist. With the deep cuts up the legs, almost to the hips, there was plenty or room for my legs. The pouch nestled my balls tightly inside...but my cock was a different story. It was still rock hard and I had to shift it to the left side of the shorts. It pulled the shorts away from my body and it was obvious I had an erection. I pulled the tank top on – again, way too tight. It fit me like a second skin. My nipples became hard instantly and poked out of the sheer fabric. The shirt didn't go all the way to the shorts and some of my midsection was showing. I walked to the bathroom to wash my face and found a toothbrush and toothpaste laid out for me. I cleaned up and looked at myself in the mirror. My face wasn't pretty, but the rest of me looked outstanding. I have always been athletic and it good shape. Great definition, like Tom said. But with the extra weight I had lost the last few days, I looked practically cut. I lifted up the shirt and could see a complete 6 pack...something that I hadn't seen since my college days. If only I didn't have as much hair on my abs, they would look more pronounced. As I studied my body, I could smell food...god, did that smell good. I immediately headed for the kitchen. Tom was in front of a gigantic steel stove, cooking up an omelet. He was adding some cheese, veggies and ham. He had already poured me a glass of orange juice and a large cup of water. I drank them down quickly and refilled the water glass again...never really quenching my thirst. Tom finished with my omelet and put it on a large plate just as toast popped out. He buttered it lightly and placed the delicious smelling concoction right in front of me at the table. I sat and devoured the food. I ate about half the omelet and a piece of toast...then headed back for more water. "How was it?" he asked from behind the kitchen island. His robe had opened and I could see skin down to his upper abs. His torso was completely hairless, his chest was broad. "Thank you, it hit the spot," I replied between gulps of water. "Not going to finish it?" he smiled at me. "No thank you. It was good, but I am stuffed," I replied as I looked around the room. Everything in the kitchen was high end. Stainless steel appliances. Granite countertops. Custom cabinets and millwork. Leather furniture. "Nice place," I commented. "Thanks. Everything here is Rob's, though. But it is great. I'll have to give you a tour of the place tomorrow," he said as he started loading things into the dishwasher. "Who's Rob?" I asked. "The Doc," he replied. "Ohhh" I looked over at him and gasped. He was bent over and the robe had lifted up over his ass. I had an unobstructed view of his back side. Twin tan globes of his ass flexed as he loaded the dishwasher. I could actually see in the groove between his legs and saw his puckered asshole. It was glistening wet. I was spellbound. My cock got rock hard again. Rob continued talking as he loaded the dishwasher. "Tomorrow is Saturday and the clinic is closed for the next 2 days. It is supposed to be warm, maybe we can lay out by the pool tomorrow – bet you look great with a tan." "OK," I replied quietly, staring at this puckered star. I looked further down and could see his bare scrotum hanging between his legs, swaying back and forth a bit. It was completely hairless. I was mesmerized. "Well, we should get you back to bed," he said as he turned to me and grabbed my dishes, loading them into the dishwasher. I looked down at the floor this time and willed my cock to deflate – it wasn't working. Tom closed the dishwasher and turned it on. I sat there nervously, trying to think a way to stall Tom. If I got up, he would see my hard-on. I started asking him questions about his background. He stood and turned around to face me. He jumped up on the counter. I tried keeping my eyes glued to his as we talked. I didn't want to look down. He was a funny guy and had me laughing a bit, which felt good. It felt like I hadn't laughed in days. Tom jumped down one more time and refilled my glass with ice water. When he jumped back up onto the counter he remarked how cold the granite was on his ass. I looked down and saw that his robe wasn't covering his crotch...in fact; his robe has slipped open all the way, with his belt falling to the sides. His balls were resting on the granite surface; his thick cock lay lazily over his thick balls. I stared and stopped talking. "So, you and doc are boyfriends?" I asked quietly. "Yeah, been together for almost a year. We own the clinic together...partners there. Been talking about getting married. I dunno. I love him and everything, but I don't know about marriage. You like being married?" he asked. "Yeah, I do," I said – we were entering uncomfortable territory for me. We talked some more about general stuff. About Vegas and traveling. The white elephant in the room was that he was fully exposed to me and we both knew it. "Come on, we gotta get you to bed. I need to take your vitals, too...doc's orders," he said as he jumped to his feet. He didn't even bother to close the robe. I slowly stepped down onto the floor and looked down. My cock was stiff as a board in the shorts. I could see a large wet spot where I must have been leaking precum. Shit! Tom was busy turning off lights, so I quickly started walking down the hallway to my bedroom. As I entered I heard him following me down the hall, his naked feet slapping the floor. I lay down in the bed and pulled the covers over my waist as Tom entered the room. "Mind taking off the shirt? I need to listen to your heart and lungs quickly," he requested. I struggled taking off the shirt, it was so tight. I lay back and looked over at Tom. The robe was still open and hanging from his body. I had full view of his cock and balls. His broad chest tapered down to a flat stomach. He had wide, thin hips. His cock swung from his body heavily. He was a big boy. The only sign of pubic hair was a thin strip above his cock. What did they call that – oh, yeah...a landing strip. Funny, it looked just like the small goatee he had on his chin. Tom grabbed the stethoscope from a chair near the bed and listened to my heart, then asked me to breathe deeply...listening to my lungs. He took my hand and took my pulse. As he held my wrist and took my pulse, my hand was inches away from his crotch. I could feel the heat of his body. My cock was pulsing out more precum. He leaned forward a bit and my hand touched this open robe. I gulped, but didn't pull my hand away. I was awestruck and couldn't move – but Tom did. He came a step closer and my open hand touched his cock...and without any hesitation, I encased his cock. On instinct I grasped it in my hand. He turned my wrist up and I cupped his nuts in my hand. They were completely hairless and smooth...and big! The pretense of taking my pulse was over and I looked up at him. His face was descending toward me. I opened my mouth to say no, but he swooped in quickly and kissed me. My hand never left his crotch. I did pull away from his balls and grasped his cock again. It was getting hard. Tom leaned in further to the bed, putting a knee next to my hip. His kiss was rougher than I expected. His lips were thin and strong. He parted my lips with his tongue and pushed forward. I could feel his warm tongue forcing my lips apart. Tom now pulled the covers from the bed and straddled my groin. I felt the heat of his thighs covering mine...I was enveloped in warmth. His hands went right to my nipples and then he pulled away from the kiss. He kissed down my right side and pulled my ear in to his mouth, licking my ear and biting my earlobe. That sent shivers right to my balls. Tom lifted up slowly and put his lips to mine again, teasing me. He slowly slid his body down so he was right next to me, face to face, chest to chest and crotch to crotch. I thought that I might explode right then and there. I had to stop this, but every time I tried to open my mouth, Tom shoved his tongue into me and took my breath away. His hand slid down my sweaty torso, until it cupped the raging erection in my shorts. He paused for a second. "Mmm, is that for me?" he asked, giving it a squeeze. I didn't know if he had felt the wet spot that was already there. I whimpered as he shoved his tongue down my throat. He was kissing me deep and hard, and my hands started rubbing up and down his sides. He rolled on top of me and began kissing his way down my chest. I could feel an urgency in my groin. He started sucking on my nipples and licking all over my chest. I opened my mouth to ask him to stop, but all that came out was a moan. I was letting him have his way with me. He pushed up my arms and pushed his face into my armpits, inhaling my scent and licking me. My pits were wet with sweat and my hair matted to my body. He licked me clean. I shivered at his touch. This was so erotic. My cock was so hard that it literally hurt. Forced Ch. 10 Tom flipped me over on top of him. He reached up and yanked my shorts down to my knees. Our cocks were lying against each other. My hips betrayed me next and I started grinding down against him. He lifted my upper body up by arms as I humped against him. He opened his legs until I fell in-between them. Tom was softly calling my name as he began to move himself up and down underneath me. I could feel his thick cock poking me in the stomach as I continued to writhe against him. He pulled my head down and started tongue kissing me again. He was humping up against me, too...our cocks were quickly sliding all over our stomachs, made slippery by our sweat and precum. In a few short minutes I knew that I had to come. I increased the pace, concentrating on the feeling of my cock against his hard stomach. I was moaning into Tom's mouth, giving him a pretty clear indication that I was on the verge of cumming. His hands had just grabbed onto my ass, and he had just raised up his knees when I felt myself start to shoot. I could tell Tom was cumming as well since he started convulsing beneath me. I could feel the hot liquid spraying up against me, and not knowing whose it was just made me cum harder. Sweat was streaming down my face as I felt the incredible release that I craved. I kept rocking into him for a long time after my initial ejaculation, making sure I had gotten it all out, waiting for my cock to tire. He kissed me some more, than I rolled off him onto my back – our sides rubbing next to each other. Sweaty, covered in cum, completely confused and euphoric all at once, I lay there panting. "God, you are a hot piece of ass, Jay," Tom gasped. I was silent as I caught my breath. I was covered in sweat and cum. I brain was buzzing with sexual energy. What had I just done? Guilt was slowly creeping into my brain. "Let's get washed up," Tom said as he slid over on top of me for a few seconds. His slick cock slid between by legs. I pulled them together to protect my ass and he thrust forward a few times. His cock rubbed against my perineum and under my balls. He leaned in for another kiss. His hot sweaty face dripped down on me and I accepted his tongue. His tongue pushed in and out of my mouth as he humped his cock between my legs. I slowly lost my resolve and opened my legs. His cock drove further and further past my balls until the head of his cock touched my asshole. I froze as did Tom. "Come on Stinky, let's wash up,' he said and jumped from my body. I watched as he walked from the bed, dropping the robe from his shoulders – his broad nude shoulders tapering down to a strong waist, thick mounds of ass flesh and strong looking legs. I sat confused for a moment or two, until I felt fluids sliding down my sides towards the sheets. I jumped out of bed and walked to the bathroom. I walked into the bathroom and heard the shower come to life. Tom was already under the heavy spray. "Come with me into the shower," he said. He turned to me and I saw his cock was still fully erect. "Stand here and face me," he said, then adjusted the showerhead to spray water on both of us. I felt the cum and sweat wash from my body. "Warmer, please," I asked and was happy when he turned the knob and adjusted the water temperature until it was comfortable. We stood under the stream of water. Tom started slowly soaping up his entire body from head to toe, spending a great deal of time with his cock and balls. "Turn around and move over here," he instructed. I turned towards the wall and lowered my head, feeling the shower jets drill into my upper shoulders. "Put your hands on the wall," he continued. He grabbed the bar of soap, and began to work it all over my body. It didn't take more than a couple of seconds for him to wash my cock and balls, working the bar of soap and his slippery hands all over my hard-on, alternately cupping and gently pulling at my balls. Even though I had just cum, I was right back on the edge again. Tom moved up and cleaned my chest and armpits, paying special attention to my nipples and pits. Then he moved to my shoulders, giving me a fantastic massage and neck rub. I could feel the tension leaving my body. He started washing my upper, then lower back. He worked a big handful of suds down my back and into the crack of my ass, one finger tip tracing light trails up and down my upper crack. "Tom, I don't know if we should..." I started, but he cut me off by reaching around with one hand and stroking my dick. "Keep your hands on the wall," he instructed, beginning to slowly squeeze and milk my cock back and forth. He started to move his other hand up and down my ass again. I was so caught up in the hand job, and he was so subtle about the ass massage, that I didn't realize what he was up to until I felt gentle pressure from his fingertip on my asshole. I was in heaven. As he slowly entered me with his finger he grasped my cock tightly and squeezed it hard. Every couple of jerks he would bend my cock down away from my body – the tension was wonderful. As he did this, he pushed his finger further inside my asshole. I was slowly opening up to him. He stopped for a moment, then changed course...easing it all the way out, and slowly back in. He was slowly finger fucking me. I started moaning as he continued to jerk my cock and work his finger around in my hole. I could feel the orgasm building. "Tom, slow down," I panted, not wanting it to end. I could feel my ass squeezing his finger tight. He bottomed out a finger in my ass and touched something deep inside me. I saw stars for a moment – holy crap, what was that????? My knees became so weak I almost collapsed on the tile floor. Luckily I had my hands on the wall for support or I would have fallen down. He had me gasping for breath. His finger was still up my ass and he continued to milk my throbbing cock. "Rinse off and join me in my room when you are ready. We are gonna have some fun," he smiled at me as he slid his finger out of my ass and released my now throbbing cock. I did as he asked as he stepped under the spray of water to rinse the last of the suds from his body. "You are coming though, right?" he asked. "Absolutely!" I replied. Tom took his leave from the shower and walked out of the room dripping wet. I stood in the hot stream of water for what seemed like an eternity, relaxing and reflecting on the amazing feelings that had just jolted my body. He had opened up my eyes to male pleasure...why had I not done this before. Was what Scott said at the clinic earlier been true? Was I gay or bi? I rinsed the soap from my body. I increased the heat of the shower for a moment or two more and shut it off only when my body had started turning a light pink color. My cock was raging hard. I grabbed a towel and roughly dried my body, then wrapped it around my waist and walked towards Tom's room. It was completely dark in there and I bumped into Tom as soon as I entered the room. He pulled me in and kissed me deeply. My heart was beating a mile a minute and my stomach had some serious butterflies. I felt like I was out on my first date. "I'm glad you decided to come," he said in a soft, gentle tone. "I want you to enjoy yourself. I want you to know that you are safe and that everything that happens in here will be between us. Don't worry about anything. If you want to stop, just say so, OK," Tom whispered in my ear. "Yeah," I replied. Tom grabbed my hand and led be to the left side of the bed and pushed me back until my ass touched the bed. He pulled the towel from my body and sat me down on the edge of the bed, spreading my legs apart. He sat beside me, our thighs touching gently. He put his hand again on chest and pushed back, saying "Lie down please." I lay back slowly, using my abs to slow the descent on the bed. He lay down also and pulled me up next to him, our head up be the pillows. I sighed as I felt the thickness of his cock rubbing into my crotch. "Kiss me," he instructed. I did exactly as he asked, opening up my mouth and leaning into him, feeling his lips touch mine and his tongue explore my mouth. He reached down and started stroking my cock again. I also felt a nimble finger trace up and down my ass again. He was squeezing my cock and then rubbing my balls at the same time. I felt the warmth of a second body rub up against my back. I pulled away from Tom quickly and said, "Doc?" "Yes, Jason, it is me. Do you have any reservations about this?" he asked in a genuine voice. "We can stop at any time if you wish." "No, I want to feel this," I replied. With that, Tom continued his assault on my cock and balls, while the doctor spooned me from behind. His fingers were rubbing up and down my ass, teasing my hairy furrow and dancing across my hole. Every once in a while, during a trip up or down my crack, Doc would press slightly and his finger would poke into my body. "Let me know if anything hurts," he said, "And we will stop and take a break." I just sighed as he worked his finger in and out of me. When he pulled out, he traced my rim with his finger in gentle circles. Tom, in the meanwhile, was stroking my cock and tugging on my balls – pulling them by the hair. "Doc, you gotta feel his hairy nuts, they are fucking awesome!" Tom panted. Tom slowly pulled away from me and turned me towards Doc. I rolled over right into his body. I could feel his hot cock rubbing my thigh and stomach immediately. Doc was a much more petite framed person, with tight muscles. He must have weighed 150 lbs, dripping wet. He placed his hands on my cock and balls – for the first time in a non-clinical manner. I could feel the heat radiating from his body. Tom, grabbed both my ass cheeks in this hands and started kneading them softly, then pulling them apart roughly. My asshole started spasming on its own. I moaned then Doc moved in and possessively kissed me. Unlike Scott, his lips opened my mouth and searched inside me. I wanted to open myself to him. His tongue was everywhere at once. Tom pulled my ass cheeks apart again, then began dragging his finger from my tailbone to my scrotum, allowing it to dip into my ass with each pass. Again, after a few minutes of this, he eventually sank one finger deep into me. I gasped. "Ohh, Tom, you were right – I love his hairy body. It is so masculine. We might have to have you grow yours back," Doc said as he admired my body. He moved down and suckled my right nipple. My ass clamped down hard on Tom's hand. "Ohh, you are fucking tight tonight Jay," Tom called out from behind me. "I'm going to love fucking you tonight." I knew his cock was huge and thought no way. "Tom, you are way too big for me, I could never get that inside me," I stated. "You didn't have any trouble last night," he laughed. "We had sex last night?" I asked in disbelief. "Ohhh, yeah, and you were a fantastic fuck. You took me well – all the way down to my balls," he said as he pushed my legs apart and tugged on my nuts from behind. "Ughhhhh." I groaned. I felt the doctor go lower down my chest, past my abs and took my dick right down his throat to the base of my cock in one easy swallow. His throat milked my dick. His tongue reached out and bathed a portion of my balls. Tom had pulled out and entered me slowly with three fingers. "Fuck!!!" I moaned. I pushed Doc back on the bed and pulled away from Tom. I swung between the doctor's legs and leaned forward, my face in his crotch. On instinct I knew what to do. I dove in, grasped his hard cock, and sucked its plump head into my wet mouth. I gently tugged and milked his shaft with one hand, massaged his balls with the other, slurped, sucked, and licked all around the head of his cock. He had an ample cock. About 7 inches. Thick like mine – just an inch or so bigger. Nice tapered head...which was leaking precum. It tasted musky, salty. Kind of gross. I must have been doing something right because his breathing became deeper and he let out a couple of soft moans. I took more of him into my mouth and could feel his cock tickling the back of my throat. I shifted his cock head to the mouth of my throat and swallowed, then drove him completely into me until my lips were at the base of his cock. My mouth and throat were just filled with thick cock. My eyes were watering a bit, and I had to focus on breathing through my nose...but I was managing it fine. "How did you learn to do that?," he asked with a surprised shudder which I felt deep in my throat. "Scotty taught me," I said said matter-of-factly after pulling from his cock, leaving a thick strand of spit and precum hanging from my lips to his cock head. "Ahh, very nice," Doc said after what seemed like an eternity. "You are starting to remember things." I stopped and thought about it for a moment. My memory was still cloudy. I don't remember having sex with Scott. But I must have. I called him Scotty. He must have taught me how to suck cock – that is nothing I knew how to do before this. I reached back down and gave his balls a good wet lapping. They were large and hairless. I sucked one of his balls into my mouth, then moved over to the other nut. I could taste a faint sweat on his skin. He was moaning lightly above me. I thought to myself, I kind of like hairless nuts – I wasn't getting hair caught in my throat like I did when I was with Scott. I felt movement behind me and a wet mouth kissing up and down my ass. "God, doc he has such a nice hairy ass. You gotta taste this – delicious," Tom mumbled behind me. Not exactly the words I would have used. But I did remember thinking I had a nice looking bum. Tom rammed his tongue deeply into my hole and I almost bit down on Doc's balls. "Holy shit! Ohhh Goddammit! Don't stop doing that!" I moaned loadly. Tom tongue fucked me over and over, pushing my face into Doc's crotch. I took his cock back in my mouth and deep throated him again, happy that I was producing the moans of pleasure from him. "You'd better stop before I blow my load," the doctor said while I deep throated him. I pulled back and felt Tom pull away also. My body was pushed and pulled. I was turned away from the doctor again and towards Tom. He had flipped over into a 69 position. He went down on my dick, but wasn't as good as Doc or Scott or Marcus. Marcus...who was Marcus. I remembered the name, but that was it. Tom's hard thick cock was shoved right into my face. It was too thick for me to deep-throat...but I was able to take him in about 5 inches and tease the head of his cock with my throat muscles. I felt Doc behind me, spooning into me again. Pulling my ass apart. I was waiting to feel his fingers enter me. I felt them tracing my hole, circling it over and over. Then blunt heat. I was starting to pull off of Tom's cock to tell him no – knowing it was a cock at my asshole – but Tom pushed his cock back in my mouth and I gagged, as the blunt shaped cock pushed at the back of my throat. My concentration moved from my ass to breathing and the doctor pushed forward. My asshole opened up like a flower to the doctor. He stopped with a few inches in me and slowly retreated until the head was only lodged in my body. "Relax, Jason," he said in a reassuring tone. I concentrated on the head of his cock which was pulsing at the entrance to my core. He pushed into me again, and I was suddenly filled with cock...right down to the base. It sent a tingling sensation all around my ass and shot up my body. I could feel my own cock hardening in Tom's mouth. I went nuts on both of them. I started fucking back on Doc's dick before he even knew what hit him. And I grabbed Tom's balls and squeezed them while I jammed his cock in and out of my mouth. I felt his cock pulse a couple quick spurts deep in my mouth. He pulled from me slowly and I could taste the tangy salty cum from his cock. Yuck. I wasn't a sperm aficionado by any means. Tom rolled away. This enabled me to enjoy the fucking I was getting from Doc. I knew I had been fucked before, something in my head told me so. But the newness of doing it with a man. Of being fucked. Spread open. Sharing my body so deeply...it was just overwhelming for me. It was like I was being fucked for the first time. I sighed and moaned my approval as he continued to slowly push the entire length of his cock into me. I was slamming back at him as aggressively as he was pushing into me. I could hear this groin slapping into me. He fucked me like this for a number of minutes. My body was adapting to his intrusion and my ring was relaxing around his cock. "Jesus, Jason – your ass is amazing. So fucking tight. So muscular. You are almost ripping my dick off, son!" Doc moaned. He was panting hard. I pulled away from him and straddled him. I reached down and guided his cock to my asshole and pushed down, taking him to the hilt on the first stroke. I glided up and down on his cock. It moved in and out with ease. I reached up and put his hands over his head and held them there, my hands like vice grips on his wrists. I dove into his hairless armpits and licked them – first one, then the other. His sweat was salty and tangy. Musky. I moved up his neck and bit it gently. Then moved up to his face and kissed him passionately on the mouth. I loved the taste of him. "I'm gonna cum if you keep that up, Jason," he grunted as he fucked up at me in a slightly faster pace. My ass possessed his cock. Milking it. Squeezing it. Owning it. I was pumping up and down aggressively now. My asshole was stressing a bit from all the action. I was moving up and down in full strokes...slapping my ass down on his groin. I'd never felt anything like it – it was wonderfully warm and filling. He gripped my hips for traction and fucked up into me, pulling me down further onto his cock. "Oh, fuck Jason. Fuck me with your ass. Milk my cock, here it comes.....Auggghhh, I'M CUMMING.....AUGGHHHH!!" he screamed. I could feel his cock twitching and throbbing as his cock shot off deeply inside me, filling me with his warm cum. Doc's breathing was deep and quick, his belly and chest glistened with a layer of perspiration from the fuckfest. My cock was hard as stone and bouncing up and down on his stomach. Whack! Whack! My orgasm took me by surprise and struck with an intense flash. I started struggling again. My breathing was erratic. I must have clamped down on the doctor – and he realized what was happening. "Jason, breathe, breathe....yeah, breathe harder. Don't hold your breath. That's it, go with it, ride me....breathe" he chanted. His coaching helped me through my orgasm. I inhaled as much air as I could. I magnified my orgasm. I shot off like a rocket. BAM! There was no gradual climax – I fucking blew a wad of cum out of me like a gun shot. I sprayed Doc right in the face. Long ropes of cum shot out and hit the pillow and head board. My ass was clamped down on his cock like a vice. My body convulsed, but I was able to ride the orgasm this time, breathing through it. It didn't consume me like it had before. I screamed out, "Fuck me hard, fuck me!" As my cum shot across Doc's chest and abs, I stopped moving and gradually came back down from my orgasm. That had been powerful. My ass was still pulsing on his shaft. But he was loosing stiffness. He stayed inside me as his cock softened, he rubbed his hands all over his body and my thighs, working my cum into our skin. "Holy shit, Jason, you are a great fuck – you were right, Tommy," Doc said in bated breath. Barely coherent, I was pushed off the doctor and onto my back. I lay between Doc and Tom. I looked down my body – there was a light wash of moonlight in the bedroom. My chest was heaving. It was like I had run a marathon. I was covered in sweat. Cum was trickling out of my spent cock onto my lower abs and into my bush. My balls felt numb and my asshole felt alive. I closed my eyes and tried to gain control of my breath, finally breathing through my nose. The warm bodies of Tom and Doc pressed against me. Forced Ch. 10 "Once you rest up a bit, I am gonna fuck you silly," teased Tom. I thought of the monster he was wielding and felt my backside shudder – the tingling went right up my spine. I kept on thinking of various scenarios – of who was going to fuck who and in what positions. I really wanted to explore this side of me. I tossed and turned a bit and sleep finally won out. My last thought before falling asleep was, I am naked with 2 really hot guys right now... My eyes fluttered open, but my vision was blocked. My body was warm, but not hot. I was snuggled in bed. Deep plush sheets wrapped my body. A heavy down comforter covered me. I pulled a pillow off my face and turned – into a hard body. Tom was grinning at me. His head supported by his crocked arm. A devilish smile on his face. "Ready to fuck?" he asked brazenly. "Huh..." was all I could reply. The night came flooding back to me. I could feel Tom's hard body touching mine. And his cock was leading the way. He pulled me toward him and surprised me with a kiss. A very deep and passionate kiss. Gross, morning breath. I pulled back quickly and said, "We have to brush our teeth." As I rolled away from Tom I rolled right into another body. Doc's. He had turned to me and spooned me again. He cock was hard and rubbing against my ass. Tom was moving forward again and instead of kissing me again, he dove forward for my nipples. He latched on to one and suckled me. Doc rubbed up and down my hip and was humping against my ass with his cock. He was spooning me and I could feel the heat from his hard cock on my ass. His cock was guided into my furrow and I lay there quietly, taking in all the sensation. He was rubbing his cock head over my asshole. His dick got very slippery, I know I was still wet with lube and cum from our encounter last night. He deliberately put his cock at the entrance of my ass. And he very slowly and very gently put his cock on my hole. I felt him slowly pushing and I felt his cock beginning to enter my outer ring. He barely had the head in, but he felt huge to me. He waited till my ass gave in naturally and opened up for him as he pushed a little more of his cock in. He was very slow in his journey and I could feel his head pulsing in my ass, spreading me open...leading the way with his precum covered cock head. Between Tom's nipple play and the Doc, I was on sensual overload. Doc continued his slow journey until he buried all 7 inches in my ass. He started to slowly fuck me with that cock, I couldn't remain silent anymore. I looked back at him and said "Doc - fuck my ass good, you feel so fucking big in my ass." I could feel the rim of his cock head buried deep inside me. My ring pulsed down on his shaft and the base of his cock. I could feel his warm balls pressed against my ass every time he bottomed out in me. He pulled me closer to him and he whispered in my ear, "Your ass is so tight. It's like fucking a silk glove." I moaned, "just fuck me!" Doc pushed me down onto my stomach, pushing Tom out of the way. I face was mashed into the bed. Doc was now on top of me of me, his stomach to my back with all 6 inches buried inside of me. He took me by my word and fucked me alright....in nice long, hard strokes. "You are a natural bottom, Jason, your ass was made for fucking. You have one of the best asses I have ever had," he said in grunts and me jabbed his hips forward into my ass. I flexed and clenched my ass back at him, the sensations were marvelous. Doc fucked me hard for another 15 minutes before he erupted in my ass. I could feel the urgency of his thrusts and could feel the gasps of hot air hitting my neck and back. As he swore under his breath I could feel hot liquid shooting inside my ass and spreading around – warming me from the inside. Doc slowly humped me, his cock loosing firmness. But he kept slowly fucking me. I could feel his cock slowly leave my body and leave a trail of wetness across my ass. He pulled away from my body and said, "have fun you two, I'm gonna hit the shower." My ass felt empty. I wanted more. I lay there quietly catching my breath, when I felt the bed move and the hot skin cover my back and ass. Heavier weight came down on me and I could feel a really thick cock nestle between my ass cheeks. Tom humped his hips a bit and his cock sawed up and down my crack. "Lover, get ready to experience a slice of heaven," Tom sighed. I responded by squeezing his cock with my ass, which really got him going and he humped me harder. He pulled back further with every stroke until the head of his cock hit the wet center of my body. He pushed at my damp core and I felt the blunt head of his cock push at me. I decided at that moment that I wanted to fuck all weekend. My body shook with tension and desire. Tom's hands roved over my muscled shoulders. I felt the heat and hardness of Tom's cock against me. A full, impossibly thick seven inches. It was covered in veins and topped with a plump, plum shaped head. I swallowed a sudden lump in my throat at the thought of taking that monster inside me. Tom chuckled. "It'll be alright Jay. I'm going to take it slow." Tom lifted off me and turned me over on my back. He slid the length of his body up mine, his mouth taking mine in a heated kiss. "Do you trust me?" he smiled at me. I nodded yes. "That's good, babe," he returned to my ear, gently biting the lobe, taking pleasure in his breathy moans, "by the time I finish with you, you'll be begging me to take you. I promise." Tom licked and sucked his way down the length of my neck, to the hollow of my throat and across my collar bone. He dove down to my right nipple, tugging the tip lightly with his teeth. I shuddered and groaned. Tom worked first one then the other nipple – until they were both pointed up from my hairy chest. He licked downward, finally reaching my manhood. My cock was granite hard, a steady stream of precum leaking from the engorged cap. "You have a beautiful cock, Jay, and I can't wait for you to fuck me...but I need to tap your ass or I am gonna die, brother," Tom whispered. He opened his mouth and slowly engulfed my mouth, his tongue swirling, teasing, savoring. Tom held tight as I bucked against him, my hands clenched in the sheets, incredulous moans wrung from deep within me. Tom worked my cock with a steady unrelenting rhythm, working in concert with my instinctive, upward thrusts. He knew by the sound of my cries and the tightening of my body that I wouldn't last long. Sliding a hand between my thighs, he lightly kneaded my balls, pushing me further toward the edge. I was leaking precum like a sieve and I knew Tom tasted my essence in his mouth. Unlike me – who was afraid of cum, Tom captured every drop of precum and savored it. My chest was heaving up and down in excitement. I looked down at Tom, as he mouthed my cock. My gaze was captured by Tom's, who watched him with eyes filled with lust. A slow grin spread over my face. Tom pulled away from me, dropping my heavy cock onto my stomach. He laughed. I looped an arm around Tom's neck, pulling him up for a kiss. The kiss tasted of me – the musky essence of me. Of a man. With a gentle shove, I rolled Tom under me, caressing his sweat-dampened skin. I decided that turnabout was fair play and lavished the same attention and touches on Tom that had so recently driven me crazy. Tom lay quietly, reveling in my touch. He allowed my explorations of his body until he was stiff with need. My hand traveled down his body. He was thick and muscled, and when my hand went down to his crotch, Tom stopped me. "This is my show babe, I'm making love to you, remember?" "Tom, I want to get comfortable with you. I want to touch you. Feel you. Let me do this. Please?" I didn't even give him time to answer and moved my head down his body to his groin...taking I the sight of him. The only pubic hair on him was a thin strip of hair which lay under this heavy cock. As I looked at his cock in detail, amazed by the thickness of it, the color of it. I could see thick viens covering it. It wasn't the prettiest cock – even with my limited exposure to cocks – but it sure was a healthy looking one. My tongue slid over the thick helmet that topped his erection. He shuddered at the slick wet heat that bathed his cock, tickling, teasing. My tongue was leaving a trail of wetness behind it. I moved down his cock, tracing my tongued down the sides. I pushed his legs apart and went lower, taking his bare balls in my mouth. I could feel the slight signs of stubble on his nuts as I sucked them. They were huge – must be full of sperm, I thought disgusted. "Ungh... damn Jason, suck my nuts dude!" Tom grunted. My flashed him a devilish grin, "Your balls are huge. And that cock is unbelievable. That is going to hurt too much to go inside me." "Dude – you are gonna love it. You already took it all, man, like it was nothing." Tom laughed, then groaned again as I returned to sucking on his nuts – first one, then the other. Tom felt me lick my way back to the tip of his straining cock. I pushed my mouth down onto his cock head, using him to spread my mouth open. He could feel my lips spread open, my warm breath over his broad head, my wet kisses and tender bites on his flared head. I slowly pulled his cock into my mouth, wrapping his cock in my hot wet mouth. I pursed my lips down on his shaft over and over. I sucked on him as I moved up and down. I heard grunts from above and could feel Tom's hips pushing up into my mouth – I must have been doing a good job. I ran my teeth lightly up and down the ridge of his cock head and up and down the thick column of flesh pushing into my mouth. Tom panted and groaned and I could taste a warm tangy wetness in my mouth. Precum was pouring out of his cock. "I'm getting close," he panted. I pulled back and watched the thick cock pulsing in front of me. I stroked him up and down with one hand and worked his nuts with the other. "Fuck!" he groaned and shot a volley of cum out of his cock. I was so close that I took a couple of shots right in the face. A few in my open mouth. This was exactly what I was trying to avoid – cum. I closed my mouth and could taste him on my tongue. Tom grabbed my head and pushed it toward his cock, my lips right down on his cock. I was so surprised by his action I let him overpower me. Instead of a little cum in my mouth, I had his rampant cock (which was covered in cum) spreading it all over the insides of my mouth. On instinct I spit it out, onto his stomach. I could still taste him, however...t was sweeter than my own, but still tangy. I really didn't like the consistency. Tom reached down and pulled me up until they were face to face. Our lips met and opened, tongues exploring each other. Tom broke the kiss, pulling back...putting his hands on both sides of my face, "next time I want you to swallow, Jason. My cum tastes pretty good." With that he scooped some up with his fingers and fed it into his mouth. Then he moved in for a kiss. I was expecting much worse, but this spit diluted the taste and I made out with him for a while. We lay back on the bed and starred up at the ceiling. I could hear the shower in the background. Tom moved closer to me, snuggling up to me. He wrapped his arms around me. And threw his leg over mine. I could feel his cock – still hard against me. My snuggled in with a contented sigh. We lay like that for a few moments. The shower turned off and Doc appeared a few moments later. "I will make breakfast while you two play." With that, he left the room naked. Tom's arms tightened, "Ready lover? I want you under me like you and Doc were doing earlier." Tom flipped me over on to my stomach and draped his body over mine. I was completely covered in the heat of him, his cock homed in on my ass immediately. His still hard cock wedged between the rounded mounds of my ass. "Time for the main event, Jay." he whispered, licking and teasing my ear, "Are you ready?" I started panting, "I don't know...maybe we shouldn't...aren't you going to...don't you need to...your too big to....oh God." I groaned. My confusion was aided by the fact that Tom was lightly biting me. Soft stinging bites followed by warm, soothing licks, right where my neck met my shoulder. I shuddered. "Relax Jay, just relax." Tom sat up, straddling my hips. Precum left a shimmering trail against the warm lightly bronzed hue of my skin where it met Tom's dripping cock. "I love your hairy ass, Jason. It is so curly and wet. So sexy!" Tom said as he massaged my shoulders and back. He leaned in and placed random kisses along the way. His tongue traced the subtle ridge of my spine, the slick tantalizing trail sending electric shivers through my body. "Oh my fucking god," I breathed, feeling an overpowering thrill of excitement rush over me. Tom was making me feel so alive. My dick was throbbing under me painfully. Moving further down, his hands settled on the taut, rounded globes of my ass. Tom massaged, squeezed, stroked and kissed them. He parting my cheeks and followed the lightly furred trail to my core. "Oh God." I moaned under my breath. I heard a primitive growl from Tom's throat, "Your ass is fantastic. I am gonna love every second of fucking you!" I felt a burst of precum escape my cock, which was rigid underneath me. Tom moved his fingers to my hole – which was wet from my time with Doc. Tom rubbed me around the rim and jabbed at my hole slowly, wetting his fingers. As his lubed finger made a shallow dip into me, sliding over my hot, silky, inner flesh I moaned like a whore. "Ohhhhhhhh....mmmmmmmmmmmm" My whimper shot straight to the primitive libido of rutting man. Tom bent, his tongue flicked out, sliding over my hole and he started to eat me out. With near savage intensity, his tongue ravaged the quivering flesh within me. His tongue dove deeply into me with stabbing thrusts. Spreading me. Opening me. He was determined. He was so into it that he didn't hear my cries for his to stop – or he decided not to listen. "Tommmmmm....stop....oohh GOD...stoopppppp," I moaned as my body betrayed me and I humped toward his tongue. I felt his arms tighten around my lower torso, holding me steady so he could be in control. My cock was throbbing and I was in sexual bliss. My ass was opening up even more than before. "I can taste Doc in you, he shot pretty deep in you," Tom panted. He slowly rolled me over again, back onto my back. He pulled my legs apart and got between them. He moved a finger under my balls and put in right inside of me, twisting it around. Now two fingers, then three. Spreading me. He dipped in and out. I was panting. Tom lay down on me again, with his fingers still buried in my ass and kissed me in a slow, passionate kiss that melted me. I could taste my taint on his tongue. As we shared the flavor of our kiss he pulled his fingers from me then reached to the beside table and grabbed a tube of lubricant and loosened the cap. He squeezed some onto his left hand and rubbed it up and down his already wet cock, coating it until it shone. He reached down and rubbed the rest of the lube on my asshole. That sent a charge through my body. Using his fingers again the spread the gel around my hole, in and out of me...prepping me for bigger things. He moved his fingers to the hilt and barely touched my prostate. I groaned again and spread my legs even further apart for him, giving him total access to my hole. He pulled out and ran his finger around my loosened sphincter in slow languid strokes. I was positively panting now. He pulled away toward the bedside table again and grabbed a small vial and opened it, putting it under my nose. "Smell this." Not knowing what it was I took a deep wif and got dizzy. A funky haze started filling my brain. "Take another wif." I did as I was told and a dumb smile crept across my face. "What is that stuff?" "Poppers, helps loosen you up. Really helps Doc when he decides to take me." Tom said in a maniacal way. He placed the bottle back on the table, then grabbed my legs and pushed both my legs up into the air, exposing my hole to him. When Tom's fingers met my hole this time, it was like my body was pulling his fingers inside me. "Ohhhh, Tom!" was all I could say as his fingers moved deeply in my body and found my prostate. My body bowed, straining upward. Tom worked his finger in and out. I was panting and squirming around the bed like a bitch in heat. I was trying to drive my ass down on his hands. My movements became frantic as I wordlessly begged to be taken. Tom leaned forward, taking my mouth into his. He pulled back and I moaned. "What do you need Jay?" his voice was a husky sensual caress. "You! In me... in me... in me. Now, now, now! Please Tom, please." Just as he had predicted, I begged to be taken. Tom withdrew his fingers, and placed his lubed head against my tunnel, pushing forward until the head slid past the tight ring of muscle guarding the entrance. We both groaned and I froze. Seeing the grimace that crossed my face, Tom murmured soothing words to his man, "I know it hurts baby. Try to relax, bear down. Open up for me. Let me in. Let me in." Tom held steady, his hands sliding over my thighs and down, caressing the taut muscular globes he speared between. Tentative movement pulled him deeper. I could feel his cock stretching me to the breaking point. I felt so full. I could feel the thick veins of his cock as they spread me open as they traveled deep into my body. I moaned, "YES" and Tom pushed further into me, driving his cock deep inside me. He slowly began to thrust. Each gentle inward glide brought him closer and closer to being fully imbedded in me. Just when I didn't think I could take it any more I felt a final thrust, a deep stretching and he was in me to the root. Moans and gasping pants broke the silence – all sounds from me. Tom lay still and silent, eyes closed, every sense focused on the joining. My eyes were wide open taking in the scene. He was concentrating on his cock, buried deep within me. He opened his eyes, his gaze connecting with mine. His deep blue eyes burrowed into my hazel eyes. He took a few deep breaths then his body began to move. He developed a primal rhythm – over and over he pushed in and out of me. Each thrust brought and bestowed electrifying pleasure. My ring was maxed out. With every thrust I grunted out, it was like his dick was driving the air right out of me. "Uhhh....uhhhh...uhhhhh...uhhhh....ghhhhh....ghhhhh." Sweat slick skin slid and slapped together. Grunts turned to moans and cries of passion and pleasure. The pressure built and built – each of us could feel a heaviness in our balls, spreading throughout our bodies. Tom savagely pushed, plunging us closer and closer to ecstasy. I could feel his cock grow even thicker and I lost it. The orgasm ripped through my body. It was an all over body orgasm. My ass clamped down – even the insides of my channel pulsed on his hardness. My balls tightened up and my cock shook. It felt like my dick head blasted off my body. Ropes of cum shot from my cock and were mashed and spread on our flattened tummies. I howled in release, my cock spewing between our surging bodies. Every nerve exploded, imploded then burst anew as wave after wave of orgasmic intensity shook me. I was lost in the orgasm, whimpering, lost in the dizzying pleasure that inundated every sense. Tom followed, bellowing, releasing his seed, hard pulsing volleys that tensed every muscle in his body and covered his body in sweat. I could feel hot jets of cum coursing into my body, scalding me. His body was shaking and spent as the wrapped himself over my body. We were both panting, trying to catch our breath. Tom's head was buried in my neck, then he slowly pulled it up – lifting it like a drunk. Forced Ch. 11 The first 10 chapters were from my perspective, of Jason Randall. A mid-thirties married guy. The next 2 chapters are from the perspective of my boss, late 30s gay Scott Banks. Enjoy. -------------------------- Scott's Perspective: I finished up at the convention and went back to my hotel. Marcus was waiting for me. My balls felt heavy and I wanted to drop a load. This had been a crazy week. I just couldn't get Jason Randall off my mind. I ran the last several days over in my head. I never would have imagined everything that had happened. I had only been with the company six weeks. This was going to be my first convention and an opportunity to meet my field sales team. I had spoken to every one of my reps via phone over the last couple of weeks. I had a good idea which reps were the money makers and which ones that would have to go. And Jason Randall was the #1 rep in the country. By himself, he drove 25% of our sales -- and almost 33% of our revenue. The guy could sell and he sold our high dollar solutions. He was my rainmaker! I was anxious to meet him and wanted to do so prior to Vegas. I had been visiting clients in Salt Lake City, then planning to fly into Vegas. Jason was coming to Vegas from Saint Louis. I figured a central meeting place would be Denver. We could connect there and fly in to Vegas together. The 1 on 1 time would be great. I had some ideas of how I could leverage this guy further and turn this group around. The day started out well, but the forecast was for snow in Denver. My plane from Salt Lake City boarded late due to mechanical failure -- the airlines code for combining 2 flights into one to maximize profits. We left a couple hours late. And then we circled and circled over Denver. I had left a few text messages for Jason and was happy to see him responding quickly. He told me the weather in Denver was grim and they were starting to cancel flights. He was booking a room just in case things deteriorated further. Once I was in the air, we were incommunicado for a couple hours. The landing in Denver was a bit nerve wracking. The winds were gusty and visibility was next to nothing. We landed very hard and I was tense from the trip. I powered up my phone and got a couple of messages from Jason. Our connecting flight was cancelled and he had moved over to the airport Holiday Inn. I dialed his number and he answered -- it was difficult to hear him due to loud background noise. "Hi Scott -- where are you?" Jason asked me. "I am finally at DIA. We just landed. Where are you...a bar?" I inquired. Jason sheepishly answered, "Yep. Good company. Even better beer." I laughed at his honesty and told him I would be over as soon as I could get a shuttle. That was easier said than done. The airport was packed with people -- all stuck there. My luggage was still in the belly of the plane, apparently the ground crew had called it a night. And the hotel shuttle service was slowed significantly due to the weather. A trip that would have usually taken 5 or 10 minutes took almost 2 hours. I wondered if I was going to spend the night in the airport. As I waited I called the Holiday Inn. No surprise, they were booked. I called my secretary in California and asked her to look into other hotels. She called back quickly and said everything around the airport was booked -- the closest she could get me would be Aurora -- about a 20 minute drive (in good conditions). I sent a text to Jason. [Hotels filled. Mind if I bunk w/ you?] I waited a bit...then called Jason. I got a message -- All Circuits Busy. Shit! The drive to the hotel was wild. Being a California boy, I am not used to the amount of snow we had. There was already about 2 feet on the ground. The van got stuck a couple of times -- but we finally made it to the hotel. The lobby was filled with people, and the staff was putting portable cots up for the overflow. This was crazy. I went up to the desk and asked for Jason's room. They rang up to the room, but there was no answer. I tried his phone a couple of times, but just got his voicemail. I figured he must be in the bar and headed toward all the noise. It was packed. I walked in and looked around. There must have been 300 people crammed in the place -- for sure it was a fire code violation. I couldn't even make it up to the bar. I ordered a couple drinks from a passing waitress -- she looked really frazzled. But the $50 tip I gave her up front kept her loyal to me. I talked with some other weary travelers as I pulled back a total of 4 martinis over about 90 minutes. I was getting a good buzz. I went for the bathroom and upon entering bumped right into someone. I almost knocked him on his ass -- and had to grab him so he didn't end up on the floor. He was about 6 inches shorter than me -- that would make him about 6' tall. Wow -- was he good looking. Soft brown hair, grown longer on top -- shorter on the sides. Dazzling hazel eyes you could get lost in. A strong angular face. A strong 5 o'clock shadow. His face was tanned and toned. He looked like an athlete. This guy could have been a clone of James Denton, the actor. He drunkenly apologized for banging into me. "No problem, buddy," I replied. I enjoyed looking at him. His guard was down and I was horny as hell. And I wouldn't be meeting up with my boyfriend Marcus for 2 more days in Vegas. Damn, this guy was eye candy, though! I watched my drunken friend turn back toward the urinals. I watched him sway back and forth a bit. Man, he must be pretty drunk. There were two urinals against the wall. I took the opportunity and stood right next to him. He was mumbling, trying to undo his pants and I didn't hide my interest in him. I don't engage in bathroom encounters or one night stands -- but don't mind taking in views of the male form when I can. This guy was so drunk he could barely speak. I admit I was feeling no pain either -- the martinis were kicking in full force. I hadn't eaten since noon today and it must have been close to 10 pm now. But I was nowhere as far gone as my bathroom friend...and I couldn't help but laugh at every little stumble he made, or when he had to lean right up against me so he wouldn't fall down. He finally managed to free his cock and let loose a strong stream of pee. I watched, fascinated. His cock was soft -- about 3 inches and cut. Nice looking head. His pubes were slightly darker than the sandy brown hair on his head. He let go of his dick as he sprayed into the urinal -- he had to reach up with one hand on the plumbing to steady himself. His other hand reached over and grabbed onto my sports coat, clenching it for support. His urine was almost clear -- a good indication of being hammered. He groaned and he finished up peeing. "Ohhhhhhhhh, feelz good." he stammered. I voided quickly and felt my cock start to expand ever so slightly in my hand. I am a show-er myself...my cock usually stays about 5 inches thick and spongy during the day, hanging over my large hairy balls. And speaking of hair -- I have it everywhere...with the exception of my shoulders and back. Everywhere else I am covered with thick black curly hair. I turned towards my friend with my dick in my hand and shook it slightly, knocking off any stray drops of urine before I put it back in my pants. He looked over at me with a goofy smile and looked down. When he saw my cock, his eyes got wide and his mouth opened. "Hey, Mr. Big Dick, put that away before you hurt somebody with it," he muttered, then giggled. He was struggling with his pants. The band of his boxers seemed to be under his balls -- which pushed them out slightly form his body. His orbs looked absolutely suckable. Dense hair covered his sack. "Need any help, friend?" I asked politely. "You're not the boss of me," he said back at me and banged back into the divider to the toilet behind him. I looked up from his crotch and looked up his chest to the logo on his shirt -- it was the company I now worked for. "Jason?" "Guilty as charged officer!" he retorted and saluted me. Dick and balls still sticking out from his middle. Shit! I was just scoping out one of my employees -- and my star guy to boot. "Hi, I am Scott. Scott Banks," I said matter-of-factly. "Who?" he asked with a dumb expression on his face. "Scott Banks. I AM the boss of you," I joked. Recognition flashed across Jason's face and he reached out to hug me...like we were long lost friends. I could feel his cock and balls rub against my upper leg. I felt a forbidden charge go through my body...starting at my cock. "Whoops -- sorry boss man," he snickered to himself like it was an inside joke. I was getting a kick out of this guy. "Better cover up, Jason," I said as I pointed down to his exposed cock and balls. "Oh yeah, sorry," he said quietly and pulled himself together. I walked over to the sink and washed up and Jason did, too. "Let's go get a drink. You gotta taste this beer. They call it dress lifter or something..." Jason burbled. "Kilt Lifter?" "Yeah, those fuckin' Scotts can make a beer!" he said loudly then turned and walked right into me. I had to grab him to steady him. "Why don't I get you up to your room? We have to be out of here early tomorrow and I need you sharp." "You're not the boss of me!" he snorted between laughs. This was now his little joke. I grabbed his arm to steady him and pulled him out of the bathroom and back into the craziness of the bar. I walked up to the waitress and asked if she knew him. "Yeah, he's been here a while. We aren't serving him any longer." "Does he have a tab?" I asked. "Hang on a sec, hon," she said and went over to a terminal by the wall. She swiped her card and looked it up. "Jason Randall?" "Yeah, that's him," I replied as Jason acted out his army routine again..."Guilty as charged Maam!" "Oh brother, aren't you a funny boy," she said to Jason. "He's with you?" she asked me. "I'm his boss, sorry if he was an ass tonight," I apologized to her. "No, he was fine...just got a little worried about him drinking so much. His bill is $68. You want it on his room?" "No, take it out of this -- thanks so much," I said as I handed her 4 twenties. "Wait -- let me get his credit card," she replied. She was back in a flash and handed me a corporate AMEX. "Hey dumbshit -- do I need to worry about your expense reports now?" I said and gave him a sideways glance. "Don't ask -- don't tell," he replied, then doubled over in laughter. I smiled. At least he was a happy drunk. Unlike me -- who tended to get more negative and mean when shit faced, this guy was a barrel of monkeys. I led him from the bar and back to the front desk. I asked the clerk to add me to the room, telling her my bags would be couriered over later tonight. Once that was settled, we went up to the room. The elevator ride was quiet as Jason leaned against the railing and the wall. Once we were up on the 5th floor we headed out, Jason taking the lead. Of course he went the wrong way and made fun of himself as we had to double back. Once we got to the room, Jason fumbled with the key card. I finally grabbed it from him and let him into the room. The room was a single with a large king sized bed, standard Holiday Inn decorations. Jason went right over to the bed and dropped on it spread eagle. I walked in, locked the door and walked over to the TV, turning it on. I asked him some questions and he just mumbled some answers. He was almost incoherent. I came across the adult channels and selected the Pamela Anderson -- Tommy Lee video. That boy sure had a nice big dick. Scary looking dude with all the tats and piercings (he could have been so hot unmarked), but he was hung non-the-less. I pulled my sports coat off my shoulders and started unbuttoning my dress shirt. I looked over at Jason and he was out like a light. He burned out quickly. He was spread across the bed and I moved over towards him. I grabbed his loafers and pulled them off. Then I reached up his pants leg and pulled off his socks. His bare feet were clean with trimmed nails and light hair above the nails and atop the foot. I leaned up and started unbuttoning his shirt. First the collars, then down the front. A plain white t-shirt lay beneath. I pulled it from his waistband and pulled his arms from the shirt. Jason's arms bulged at the biceps. He had great definition and I could make out the veins on his arms, thick ropes hidden beneath his skin. Light brown hair covered his forearms and traveled down to strong hands. Jason's left hand included a shiny gold band. Hmmm, a wedding ring. I started feeling like I was stealing candy from a baby. It was so wrong, but my cock was rock hard under my pants. And I wanted to see his cock again. My horniness won out and I reached for his belt. I unbuckled him and pulled the belt from his dress pants, it was an erotic feeling. I then unbuttoned the top of his slacks and pulled the zipper down. I could see the mound of his manhood in his slacks. I reached up and pulled his white undershirt up. A lightly haired stomach came into view. This stomach was very taut with just the slightest muscles showing under the skin. I pulled it up further to his chest. He had very firm pecs, with a light dusting of hair across his chest. I had to pull his hands over his head and then was able to move the shirt higher still. His pits came into view. Long straight brown hair covered his pits. I could smell deodorant and a musk scent, too. I pulled the shirt from his body, leaving his arms up over his head. This guy was awesome. He was in great shape. Just the right amount of hair...and a tight body. The lad must work out quite a bit to keep this shape. His nipples were a darker color and looked like pennies placed on his chest. They were flat against his body. I reached down and circled the right one with my finger, tracing around the edge. It responded slightly, with the center rising a bit. Without thinking, I bent down and traced my tongue across his nipple -- then suddenly pulled back. What the hell was I doing? He worked for me! I could get in a shit ton of trouble for this! I stepped back, then went to the bathroom. I turned on the water and splashed some across my face. Get control of yourself. I dried off and walked back into the room. He was a sight to behold. Tall, handsome...no, gorgeous was a better word. Very masculine. I turned to the TV and watched Pamela give Tommy Lee a hummer. I started getting hard again. Tommy sure did have a nice cock. I turned back to Jason. I called his name a couple of times and even shook his shoulder. No response. Hmmmm, he would never be the wiser. I moved up the bed on my hands and knees, then sat back on my haunches. I slowly reached to his waist and pulled his dress pants down further. His boxers moved down a bit, too -- leaving the top of his pubic hair showing. I pulled his pants from his body. His legs were muscled and covered in dark brown hair. I looked up his body again. The pubic hair showing was pretty straight -- dark brown in color and plentiful. I thinned out as it went up his stomach. I couldn't help myself and pulled his boxers slowly down his body. When the base of his cock came into view, I drew in a deep breath. I slowly slid his boxers lower and I watched more and more of his cock appear. I could see most of the stock, then the line for his circumcision, then the flared head came into view -- then it popped out. It looked like it was sleeping, laying down across his balls. I pulled the boxers lower, down to his knees. His pubic region was covered in hair. I could see his cock, and some of his nut sack. I lightly touched his sleeping cock and brushed against it with the back of my hand -- moving it to the side. Just that simple touch sent a charge to my cock. I reached down and cupped his sack, pulling it up from between his legs. It was large and soft and very warm. I could feel his orbs in the sack. They felt potent in my hand. I finally exhaled and sat up again, taking in the view of the body before me. Stunning. I wanted him so bad, but couldn't take him against his will. That would be rape. I looked up to his sleeping face. I reached up with a hand and gently traced his hair, then down to his face. I traced around his eyelids. I moved up and smelled him. He just smelled so clean and fresh. I traced down his face and chin, smelling around his neck and into his pits. My hand began a lazy exploration of chest... fondling... stroking... circling the rigid peaks of his nipples. I caressed the hollows of his throat, and then into his pits...hot...lightly damp, my fingers covered by his silky hair. As my touch continued ever downward, stroking his stomach...my cock began to ache. I needed release. I gasped when I moved lower to find his cock responding, it was heavier than before -- now filling with the blood of lust. I reached out and slowly touched his growing manhood -- slowly and gently stroking his cock. His body was responding, shuddering underneath me. I moved further down his legs and pulled his boxers completely off his body with my spare hand, keeping my other hand on his expanding penis. I then moved up and spread his legs apart charting a course between them. I looked up and saw his balls hanging before me, in a dense forest of dark brown hair. I lifted them up and looked under them. I could just make out a dark furrow, between cheeks and covered in hair. Man, would I ever like to explore that part of him. I was humping my hard clothes covered cock down into the bed below me. I scooted up further and worked his cock and balls. His cock was now fully hard. I can only describe it as one of the most beautiful cock I have ever seen. It was about 6 ½ inches long. A straight column of straight flesh topped in a perfectly flared and broad head. It looked so healthy and vital. Manly. I leaned in and took in his scent and before I knew it, had placed his cock in my mouth. I drove straight down to the base of his cock, his pubes tickling my nose and chin. I swallowed all of him to the root. His taste was intoxicating. The more I got of him, the more I wanted. I heard a moan from above, followed by "Ohh, God...oh please..." I pulled away quickly and looked up. Jason's mouth was open yet his eyes were closed tightly. There was a stillness in the room. "Suck my cock," he said plainly and I moved back in. I swallowed his penis again, moving up and down. His hips started thrusting up into my mouth. I guess the boy wasn't as straight as I thought. Guess he was on the down low. With that I moved my hands, spreading his legs further apart. I reached one hand down to his balls then the other even further down. I could feel the hairy cleft of his ass and moved my hand back behind his balls...into his furrow...until I hit paydirt. I felt his warm pucker, hidden in a forest of hair. I moved my hand up to my mouth and spit onto my fingers, then moved them back to his puckered star. I gently moved my fingers around his asshole. He was spreading his legs further apart -- granting me access to him. I slowly pushed my index finger forward and it slowly pushed into Jason's ass. Jason groaned and pushed down on my finger, moving it further into his body. "Ohhhhhhhhhh......yes....ohhhhhh." His cock was already giving off a ton of precum and I was licking it up like crazy. His taste was driving me crazy. I felt his cock grow in my mouth and throat and then he jabbed his cock fully into me and grunted -- then came like a shotgun! The first couple of blasts shot right down my throat, but I pulled back to savor some of his taste. The next several landed right in my mouth and on my tongue, and I swirled his cum through my mouth. He tasted so tangy and hot. Again, I couldn't get enough. When he was done, I pulled back...cleaning every last drop of his cum from his cock and laid it on his stomach. Forced Ch. 11 I jumped up quickly and pulled off my dress shirt and pants, loosing my shoes and socks on the way. My cock was rock hard and up against my stomach, the head of it right over my belly button. I moved to the bed and covered Jason's body with mine. I moved directly to his mouth and kissed him deeply, he responded by pushing his tongue right into my mouth. I kissed down his body, caressing him. "You belong to me," I said as I moved down to his balls again, taking them each in my mouth. "If you turn over, Jason, I would love to get a shot at your ass." Jason did move and turned on his side. I helped him over so he was laying on this stomach. His ass was spectacular. Twin globes of bare flesh, very pert looking. Great definition. A heavy forest of hair in his furrow, hiding the treasure I was after. I gently ran my hands down over his ass cheek and down his legs and back again, then returned to his lower back. His body was trembling. I shivered, too. My cock was rock hard and oozing precum. I moved my fingers lower, edging slowly towards the crack of his ass. When he would tense up, I would back away, when he spread his legs again I moved back towards my target. Again I edged down, but this time didn't go back up. My thumbs made it to the top of his crack...his ass clenched down on me, then released. My hands moved over each cheek, gently kneading. I gently massaged him, pushing and pulling his cheeks apart. I could see the promised land below. When I moved my hands away, Jason would spread his legs further apart and move his ass toward my hand. He was so into this. I ran my finger quickly down the crack as my other hand massaged his legs. He stiffened measurably. I worked his legs for a while, then his feet. Jason started to relax again. "You ever do this with a guy before, Jason?" I asked. "Nooooooooooo," he sighed from beneath me. Holy shit! This guy was offering me his virgin ass? I hadn't had one in 15 years. Tonight was my lucky night! I jumped off the bed and ran to the bathroom. Neither of us had any luggage, so I made due with the hotel products in the bathroom. Shampoo -- no. Condition -- no. Lotion -- I could use it in a pinch. Then I saw it -- a small container of baby oil. Perfect! I ran back to the bed and put it on the bedside table. I slowly moved between his legs and moved his legs further apart. I started working on him double time, wanting to get him as relaxed as possible. I started the massaged again down to his feet - beginning to work from them back up towards his ass again. As my hands reached the top of his thighs the pressure of the massage was changing from one of some depth and to caress. I grabbed the oil from the bedside table and poured it on his body, concentrating it on his ass. Oil flowed down his crack -- and I followed the oil with my finger, tracing the crease of his ass. My other hand squeezed his inner thigh and parted his legs further. His legs were spread wide open and I could see he was hard again -- his cock slowly rocking in the bed below. I was now able to see his asshole. It was clean and ready for my assault. I moved my lubed finder right over his hole and pushed it right through the pucker. I watched my finger disappear inside him. Jason groaned, "uhhhhhhhhhh." Jason started humping back on my finger a bit, driving it further into him. "Do not move." I said softly, and he stopped moving altogether. "WHAT THE FUCK!" he yelled as I shoved two fingers deep inside his ass and squeezed his nuts. "Aghhhhhh!" he moaned. His asshole clamped down very hard on my fingers. I thought he was going to snap them off with his ass. I pushed forward until I felt his prostate, then everything changed. He relaxed and gave me better access to his ass. I leaned over his body and put my face next to his ear, whispering, "relax...I'm going to get you in the mood man, so relax." He stayed in place, but I could tell his body was very tense. I put my other hand between his legs and moved his thighs apart. I moved down, putting my face right in his ass. I could smell is funky maleness and pushed my face between his cheeks and part my cheeks with both hands. I began to lick up and down his crack. Jason responded better. He was squirming a bit at first, but never tried to get away. In fact, he drew his legs up higher underneath him to give me better access. Since he was giving me the green light, I dug deeper and deeper into him with my tongue. In turn, Jason spread his legs further apart for me. I continued to lick up and down my crack, stopping to bath his hole in spit or slowly fuck his hole with my tongue. I reached down and played with his balls and slowly stroked his cock. He was moaning out loud. I drove my tongue as deep inside him as I could go and pulsed it in and out. I could feel my spit running down my chin and down to his balls. His hairy crack was wet with spit and oil. My cock was leaking precum like a sieve. It was time. I pulled away. I moved and quickly mounted him from behind, snaking my arms under his chest. My course hair covered his ass and back. I grabbed my cock and rubbed my precum up and down his valley, lubing him up further. When the head touched his hole, I gripped his ass and hips tightly and whispered in his ear. "Easy man, just relax. You will enjoy this. I'll take you slow." Since he didn't stop me, I decided he wanted it, too. I used my legs to move his wider. Jason's ass was totally open to me and my cock fell against his hole. I grabbed my cock and aimed at his hole. I could see his hole clench down as I docked my cock to it, refusing entry. I pushed forward and he cried in pain. "Easy man, act like you are taking a shit and push outwards. The pain will go away fast," I whispered. I pulled back some and Jason went quiet again. I felt his ring pulsing -- fighting against me. I jabbed at his hole slowly, languidly. Then his ring started to give way, stretching open for me. As he opened to me, my cock head slipped into him. He was moaning again, into the pillow below. I gripped his ass and hips tightly again. I wanted him to know there was no turning back. In his ear I whispered, "Busted your cherry sweetie!" I could hear him breathing deeply into the pillow and moved further into him. I watched as my slick cock traveled into him. The lip of his ring was tight and rigid against my cock, it looked white in color. Inch after inch of me entered him. I had about 4 inches in him and could feel my rigid cock head pushing his guts apart, leading the way. I felt my cock head hit his prostate...and suddenly, Jason pushed back against me, quickly driving another inch of my cock inside him. "OUCH!" he yelled into the pillow. I stopped and pulled back slightly then twisted my cock at a different angel. I poured more oil on my cock and his hole, drizzling the last of it down the top of his crack. I moved to put the bottle back on the bedside table, and my cock moved further inside of him. I used the momentum to keep going. As the base of my cock entered him he was whining into the pillow below. I was pretty thick to begin with, but at the bottom of my cock it flared out another ½ inch. His ring could barely take it. I slowed down a bit and jabbed my cock in him. His ass was so tight against me. And he was so hot -- it was like his channel was scalding my cock from inside. I kept jabbing at his hole for a few moments. I pushed harder, then suddenly the tension went away and I slammed into him deeply. Jason screamed into the pillow. I was consumed by the hot liquid core of his body. His ass was like an inferno. Hot, wet -- and so tight. I felt my balls swing forward into his. I looked down. My cock was buried deep within his body. My hairy black crotch hair covered his ass. I could see his wet brown ass hair mixing with mine. It was so erotic. Jason's body was covered in sweat. His breathing was labored. And I was exactly the same way. It took all my strength not to fuck him into the bed. I knew how hard this had been on him. It had happened to me, too. Twenty five years ago I had been fucked for the first time - and it was both a physical and psychological event. "Jason, breathe through the pain. It is over, I am all the way in you buddy," I announced. I stayed in place. My only movement was my cock pulsing in him and my labored breaths. He, too, was panting. I could feel my nuts laying on his. The heat radiating from us was incredible. I slowly leaned forward, which drew some of my cock from his ass. I moved my face toward his ear and nuzzled him, kissing him gently. A passionate surge pulsed through my body. I whispered in his ear, "you will always remember this moment, that I'm your first"! With that said I pulled an inch or so out of him, then slowly eased back into him as I moaned a sigh. I slowly picked up speed and soon Jason was no longer complaining, his groans turned into moans. We were now moving enough to make the old bed squeak and the headboard tap the wall. Jason started arching his hips back to meet my movements. Between his grunts and heavy breathing I announced, "You are a natural just as I thought." I slowed my pace and stopped for a second. I felt under his body and touched his raging hard cock. His cock's head was dripping with precum. I squeezed his cock hard. "Yeah you're a natural Jason!" I started to move my dick again as my hand traveled up and rubbed his sweaty chest. "Don't be embarrassed man, you are really good at this. See how you opened up to me? You're just learning as I did what you like. Damn your already wet all over from me. You know you like this," I said as he moved back against me, taking me to the hilt. I moaned in pleasure. I started loosing it. I could feel the cum building in my balls. My cock was getting more sensitive and growing. I was panting -- his ass was just too much for me. It was like the chute that encased my cock was milking me. I started swearing under my breath -- talking dirty to him. I was getting ready to pull out of him. I didn't want to breed him without his consent. Just as I was about to pull out, his ass clamped down on me...pulsing on my cock. His ass was on fire. We were so covered in sweat, oil and precum that my cock was pistoning in and out of his hole. His balls were swinging back in to mine, over and over. Suddenly his outer butt muscles clamped down on me, too and that was all I could take. Spit flew from my mouth as I grunted "OH SHIT MAN!" I was buried so deep inside him when I climaxed. My balls tensed up and I felt my discharge firing from me. The sudden wetness added to the sensations. God this was beautiful. I shot volley after volley of cum inside him. Over and over I dumped cum deep inside him. The wetness of my load coated me and the slickness made me slip easier in and out of him as I continued to hump him. I slowed and collapsed on his back. Jason fell onto the bed below me. We lay together as I softened inside him. I nuzzled him, rubbing his shoulder with my stubbled chin. "Can't say you didn't enjoy that, can you Jason." He lay quietly below me. The bed was a mess of covers. Sweat and cum covered the comforter. "Let's get cleaned up," I sighed and pulled away from him. I plopped down on the bed next to him and he looked up at me. His blank face opened to an astonished expression. He slowly turned on his side and looked at me. He studied my face quietly, then my torso. His face blushed when he looked at my cock, which was covered in cum, nestled in my pubic hair. God he was sexy! I was swept away by him. I was mesmerized by his body too and moved in - embracing him. I moved my lips to his and dove in for a kiss, savagely pushing his lips apart and moving my tongue into his mouth. He froze suddenly and then relaxed a bit and let me explore his mouth. He kissed me back tentatively. I slowly touched his body up and down while making out with him. As we kissed I felt my cock stir below...he had me so turned on. I reached over and started caressing his balls. He lay back and spread his legs, giving me access. I turned on my side and felt my cock slap against his leg. He looked down and his eyes got big. He looked up at me in shock. I am proud of my cock -- it is pretty big. I have a thick 9 inches cut cock with a large, blunt head. The shaft tapers a bit under the head, then flares down at the root of my cock. My groin is covered in black curly hair. I bent down and sucked his nipple, and ran my hands up and down my body. As I started moving lower down his body, places kisses down his torso. Jason let out a soft, delightful little cry as I took his cock into my mouth began to suck. He was lost in the feeling and put his uncertain hands to my head, trying to take control of his head. I pulled back slowly and looked up his body. His gaze was focused on me, taking in the scene of me fellating him. "You ever did this before?" I asked him softly. He shook his head. "No," he replied. "And I've never done it with a stranger either." "I am so glad our flights were canceled and we were able to do this here. I don't know if it would have happened with the other guys around when we got to Vegas," I smiled at him. "What? How did you know I was going to Vegas?" he asked, suddenly looking worried. "You know who I am, don't you?" I asked smiling even brighter. When he shook his head no, I chuckled under his breathe. "Jason Randall, I'd like to introduce you to your new boss, Scott Banks," I announced with a broad smile. He threw my head back and covered my face with a pillow. I could see a bright red glow over the part of his face that was showing...and it spread like a rash over his body. Shit -- the guy was embarrassed. I continued to caress his body as he hid under a pillow. "SHIT -- SHIT -- SHIT!!!!!!" he chanted. I could tell he was getting upset. "Come on, don't be a fucker, Jason," I said to him. He kept his head buried under the pillow. He moaned from under the pillow, "I'm sick!" "Yeah I know man, you drank a lot of booze. But it loosened you up," I laughed loud and humped myself against his side. My hard cock was leaking on his upper thigh. "You remember don't you fucker? I took your cherry. You gave it easily. I went in you like a hot knife into butter!" As I rocked the bed he begged me to stop the movement. "Fuck man, you are making me sick to my stomach doing that," he moaned! I stopped moving and got serious for a second. "You do remember I fucked you don't you?" I asked. I shook his shoulder when I didn't answer right away. "Yes, I remember," he moaned as I pulled the pillow off his face. I reached down and rubbed his upper chest as I spoke. "No need to be embarrassed Jason, you are a good piece of ass. I could tell you enjoyed it the way you just opened right up for me. You were moaning like a bitch in heat on my cock." Throwing the pillow at me he snapped, "I was drunk last night, that's all!" "Dude I've been drunk before also, but I never let a man up my ass like you did for me. You didn't fight me at all. Hell you were easy," I replied! I pulled back and got off the bed and walked to the bathroom. I took a quick pee and splashed some water on my face. I dried off and went back to the bedroom. Jason was staring up at the ceiling. I moved onto the bed and pushed against him, turning him over on his side. "Roll onto your side man," I asked. "Make room for the boss man!" He did as I asked and I spooned up right behind him. My cock rubbed right into my tight ass cheeks. I dropped my arm around him over his chest and snuggled close to him. Lying together I began to move my hand over his chest. I moved tighter against him and felt my cock swell back to full strength. I moved my hand lower down his flat stomach and towards his cock -- I brushed against it and he jerked briefly. "Easy baby," I cooed in his ear. "just relax, we've been here before. I want some more of you." I moved my hand over his hip to his rear and parted his butt cheeks, pointing my cock at his hole. "Please man, don't," he begged! "I'm too sick for this." I stopped moving and spoke. "A good fuck will clear the cobwebs out of your head. Understand?" I asked. My silence confirmed he was listening to what I had to say. "Now I already busted your ass open. It's easy from here on." Softly he asked what I wanted of him this time? Patting his face cheek I answered, "That's more like it!" I pealed myself from his back and got off the bed. I walked over to the opposite side of the bed and stopped in front of him. He stared directly at my cock, waving in front of him. It was impossible to miss. I reached over and touched his behind. "Dude you got an ass on you that won't quit." He couldn't even look me in the eyes anymore and knew he was broken. I stood slowly as Jason rolled over on his back again. He opened his legs wide and I crawled onto the bed and moved between them. He kept his eyes locked on my cock and as it bobbed closer and closer to him. I spit into my palm and rubbed it up and down my cock, coating it for the journey inside him. I heard him gulp. Looking down at him I asked, "You ready?" Without waiting for an answer I told him to raise his legs up and as he did I scooted in closer to him. "Ok Jason, time to give me your pussy," I said as I crawled up over his body. My weight forced his legs back and his hips arched up naturally towards my cock. Reaching between us I guided my cock towards his hole. "Contact!" I said under my breath as I pushed forward. I looked down as my crown entered his hole, slowly going in further. I lowered my chest down to his and I felt him reach up and grab hold of my body. The heat on my cock was wonderful. He was as tight as the first time and it was tough going for a while. My cock inched inside him. He was panting again and I heard small grunts coming from him. I started sucking on his ear and kept on driving into him. When my balls settled on his ass and my cock bottomed out, I groaned. Jason was panting and covered with sweat. "Easy baby, you got all of it now," I whispered as I cuddled him. I held his head in my hands and kissed his lips. I opened his mouth and gently French kissed him. I could slowly feel him relaxing and his ass wasn't clenched down so hard on my cock. When I felt that, I gently moved my hips out a little and then back into him. Jason had a pained expression on his face as I drove back in. "Sorry baby, its gets easier." I began moving in and out faster. I smiled down at him when I felt his cock hardening between our stomachs. Our bodies massaged his cock head as we moved. I held him tight and then felt him wrapping his arms around my back. As the bed started to squeak Jason began to moan. I jack hammered him hard a few times and slowed down so we could catch our breath again. With my mouth against his ear I cooed, "Baby you're a natural at this!" I pumped faster and then slow as we both worked towards climax. His eyes rolled in the back of his head -- he was getting close. "Oh baby, Oh baby," and I knew it was happening. Stopping balls deep in him, I sucked in deep breaths of air with each time my cock fired inside him. I closed my eyes and allowed it to happen. I felt him rubbing up and down my back and his hips were pushing back at me as I shot deep inside him. I went limp on top of him as he held me tight. I slowly pulled back and my softening cock slipped from his slimy hole. I grinned down at him. "Beautiful baby," I said as I rolled off him over to my side. continued... Forced Ch. 12 "You are the best fuck I have ever had. I love fucking you. Your ass is like a piece of heaven," he whispered to me. "We gotta do this again." "Really?" I murmured. "By far, the best fucking lay I have ever had. Not too many guys can take me. Hope I didn't ruin your hole for everyone else." I burst out laughing. "I think I am just fine." "Come on, dude -- it's shower time...we both stink." Tom broke from my hold and climbed out of bed holding out his hand. "Shower with me." I groaned and put out my hand. Tom was amazingly strong and pulled me right up and out of bed with ease. He pulled me right into his arms and rewarded me with a warm, soft and sultry kiss. "Come on. We'll get cleaned up and have some breakfast," he said as he pulled away from me and headed into the bathroom. "After breakfast we can lay out and catch some sun." I followed Tom into the bathroom, watching his smooth, muscular ass clench slightly as he walked. A light mist of sweat covered his skin from the aggressive coupling we just experienced. He didn't have a hair on his ass or crack. Even as masculine and muscular as he was, his ass looked feminine being devoid of any hair. I wondered what it felt like, to be shaved smooth like that. My body had been hairy most of my life...starting in my early teens under my arms and above my cock...and over the course of puberty, hair really filled out by the time I was in college. I thought of Tom and the doc...it certainly felt different having sex with a smooth man vs. a hairy man. Tom fired up the shower and I stepped in behind him. This shower was built to match the proportions of their large home. It was stone, had two multiple-heads. As impressed as I was with the shower, I was also impressed with Tom's build. Naked, he was beautiful. And being naked with men was becoming more natural for me. I wasn't shy about my body and I was becoming more and more interested in men. I couldn't deny it. "Hand me the soap." He said. "I'll clean you up first." I reached over and handed the bar of soap to him. He stepped under the warm spray, the water turning his blonde hair almost translucent. "Turn around," he said in a low, masculine voice. I turned my back to him. He stepped in close behind me. He took my arms one at a time and put them up on the wall out of the stream of water from the shower head. I assumed the position and spread my legs a bit to give him complete access. He built up a good lather and then began to soap up my neck and shoulders and upper back. He kept going down my back, my sides and then up my arms. Tom spent extra time in my pits, teasing my hair and running his fingers through it over and over. He held the soap in one hand and used his other hand to massage my body, covering me in thick lather. I felt no tension, it was like his hands were pulling it from my body. He reached around to my taut belly and pulled me back towards him, carefully rinsing my back off. When that was done, he reversed course and put me back into position, slowly pulling his hand down lower on my stomach, over my hip and ass. Tom lathered up again reached around with both hands, lathering up my chest and stomach. After I was soaped up again, he put down the bar of soap and began using his bare hands, running them across my hairy body. One hand stayed high and he focused his attention on my chest. With his other hand, Tom worked his way slowly down my tight torso, past my navel and kept going down. I was comfortably excited as his hand very lightly brushed the top of my cock. He rubbed soap through my pubic area -- paying special attention to my balls and taint, pulling and tugging at my pubic hairy...then moved both his hands back up to my chest, giving my nipples some attention. I was completely lost in his touch; it was as if he was reading my body with his hands and fingers. He pulled me back again, with his fingers lightly pinching my nipples and pulled me under the spray -- rinsing me off. Then he turned me around and looked me deeply in the eyes. His gaze was smoldering. This was so erotic and sensual and I was very turned on. My defenses were completely down. I looked Tom over. He had broad shoulders and a hard torso that tapered to a narrow waist. His deep tan made his blonde hair even more striking. His shaved cock and balls hung heavy. His body was completely smooth except for the landing strip right above his cock. I wondered if he would look even hotter with that shaved off? It wouldn't make him look like a prepubescent boy, not with that monster between his legs. I could see a long string of precum dangling from the tip of his cock. He reached down and grabbed the bar of soap again and motioned for me to turn towards the wall again, and used his foot to kick my legs even wider this time. Tom soaped my legs, working the soap up towards my thighs and crotch. Tom slowly moved up to my ass and began soaping the outside of my cheeks and my hips. His hands moved slowly in from my hips over my cheeks and then slowly entered my hairy furrow. One of his hands started at the top of my crack, the other at the bottom right behind my balls. He rubbed soap into my crack, bringing his hands closer and closer together as they centered on my well-used hole. His fingers entered me easily, cleaning out my hole. He fingered out 3 loads of cum that were slowly leaking from me. I let him have complete access and he kept at it until I was completely clean. He dropped the soap on the floor in front of me and asked me to pick it up. When I did, he pulled me by my hips back into the hot spray. I felt the heat on my ass and hole and Tom spread my cheeks to get direct spray on my hole. "I love your hair, Jason, but do you want me to shave you smooth?" I shook my head no and stayed in position, bent at the waist. Tom turned off the water and reached for a bottle of shaving cream. I heard the shhhhhh of the can and knew he was loading up his hand. He started lathering my crack, spreading the shaving cream up and down my valley, fingering me with 2, 3, 4 fingers. Goddammit, he was going to shave me. I couldn't utter a word, I didn't know if I wanted this or not. As I was struggling to comprehend or even take back control, Tom did the unexpected. Before it even registered in my mind I felt blunt heat on my ass. Tom had quickly docked his cock up to my open hole, and was using the shaving cream as lube. I was so well fucked and relaxed that he easily pushed forward. His thick head pushed my weak ring open and his impossibly thick cock followed. I was so turned on that I used my hands to push back against the wall and take more of his cock. He spread me open and I took him. The pressure was still there and a lot of stretching until he slid all the way into me balls deep. There was only intense pressure this time, no stabs of pain. I moaned deeply. Tom grunted deeply and said, "Jesus, Jason! Your ass is swallowing up my big cock. Nobody ever takes it this fast and easy. Only gay boys can take cock this fast bud. You are a horny dirty fag." "Oh............. my................godddddd! You're so bigggg.........., ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh.... .......please......... so big, so biggggg!" Tom took his time and slowly pulled back several inches then reversed course and worked his entire length into me. My legs and knees trembled, my face down and my hands up against the wall (pushing my ass back on his huge thick cock). "Fuck me Tom" was all I could mutter between deep breaths. My legs were pushed further apart so he could get maximum depth and he picked up his pace, slapping his hips into mine. The only sounds in the shower were the drips of the facet, my moans and Tom's grunts...but soon the smacking sounds of his pelvis to my ass filled the room. Tom held steady, his hands sliding over my thighs and down, caressing the taut muscular globes he speared between. Tentative movement pulled him deeper. I could feel his cock stretching me to the breaking point. I felt so full. I could feel the thick veins of his cock as they spread me open as they traveled deep into my body. I moaned, "YES" and Tom pushed further into me, balls deep. "Jason, I can't believe I am one of the first to tap your ass. Dude, your hole is so open to me. There is no turning back on this bud. You will need cock in this hole all the time now. It's only a matter of time before you come out of the closet and admit you are a fag." Never in a million years did I think this would happen. I couldn't deny that I loved this. But I couldn't admit it. "I'm not!" Tom stopped mid thrust and totally pulled out of me. My hole was gapping open and I was so horny and needed his cock in me. "Please Tom, put it back in." "Bullshit man! You've had 4 different cocks in your ass in 2 days, breeding you like a teenage girl. If you want my cock, just admit it. Own it," Tom stated matter of factly. That is unbelievable I thought. I couldn't be gay. I was married with kids. I loved my wife. I loved pussy and tits. As I was thinking this Tom rubbed his cock around my hole. This sent such strong signals of desire to my cock, to my balls, to my brain. I begged him to put it in me and even reached back to try and guide it in my ass, but Tom just kept on teasing my hole. "Admit it, it isn't gonna hurt you. It will clear your head and help you realize who you really are. Just cuz you're a fag doesn't make you a weak person. It makes you stronger," Tom said as he jabbed his thick cock on my hole. My mind was swimming and my balls ached. I needed this so bad. "Tom, I can't..."I'm ah...sorry, I didn't mean, I can't man." "It's no big deal Jason," Tom responded. "You are completely into gay cock, just enjoy it!" "I can't!" "YOU WON'T, you fucking coward!" he bellowed and he reached around and grabbed hold of my hanging balls, squeezing them. "Fuck...ok...I admit it!" I blurted. "what do you admit, Jason?" he asked with a smile growing across his mouth. "I'm gay." As soon as those words left my lips and before I could contemplate anything, Tom drove his cock in me to the hilt and started fucking me like a man on a mission. My eyes almost bulged out of their sockets and my mouth opened wide with a high shriek. "Tom, jesus....please.......uhhhhhhhhhhh.....ohh god....pleeeeeeeeease!" I begged. Tom was working his cock, buried deep within me. "If you are gay, then I'm gonna fuck you like you're gay," he grunted and started slamming his immense thickness deep inside me. "Come on Jason, tell me how gay you are you faggot!" Tom panted as his huge cock assaulted my hole, "TELL ME!" "Oh fuck Tom......please...slower baby," I spit out as my lower body rebelled against me and submitted to him. "TELL ME JASON! COME OUT OF YOUR CLOSET BITCH. Tell me your real name and everything about you!" he demanded. "Jason Randall", I blurted out. "MY NAME IS JASON RANDALL!" As soon as my name passed my lips I felt a huge relief leave my body. It was like all the tension of the last few days left my body. I could even feel the ring on my asshole relax and when Tom drove his cock in me again it felt like electric current was charging through my gonads. "Tell me everything about you, Jason Randall" Tom said with a smirk in his voice. He had me and I just wanted to be free. I told him everything. My name, where I was from, about my family, my job, all my past lovers...the dozen women and the four men I had been with. When I lost my cherry and how. I could easily tell him of fucking my first girlfriend at age 16 at her house after school and cumming so hard in her I was sure I knocked her up (she actually missed her period for 2 months but thank god she wasn't pregnant). How that scared me so much I didn't fuck again until college and only fucked women with rubbers until I married my wife. And then I told him about the men. This part was sketchy. I couldn't remember all the details, but things were coming back to me. I told him about what I liked about gay sex with men. How I loved to be submissive and loved the feeling of being spread open. I love the raw sexuality, the masculinity and power of gay sex. As I was telling Tom this, I started to fuck back on his cock, taking him deeper and deeper into me. We developed a primal rhythm -- over and over I pushed back onto his cock. It spread me open over and over, each thrust opening my hole to his cock. My ring was maxed out but I was loving ever thrust and grunting as he bottomed out in me. "Uhhh....uhhhh...uhhhhh...uhhhh....ghhhhh....ghhhhh." "Oh Jason, baby, you are fucking my big cock so well. You love big cock don't you bud?" "TOM, JUST KEEP FUCKING ME. I WANT YOU MAN!" I shouted Sweat slick skin slid and slapped together. Grunts turned to moans and cries of passion and pleasure. The pressure built and built -- each of us could feel a heaviness in our balls, spreading throughout our bodies. Tom savagely pushed, plunging us closer and closer to ecstasy. I could feel his cock grow even thicker and I lost it. The orgasm ripped through my body. It was an all-over body orgasm. My ass clamped down -- even the insides of my channel pulsed on his hardness. He kept hammering into my tight hole and my rim was ready to give way and tear, but with all the precum on his cock he managed to slide in and out of my maxed out hole. My balls tightened up and my cock shook. It felt like my dick head blasted off my body. Ropes of cum shot from my cock against the shower tile. and were mashed and spread on our flattened tummies. I howled in release, my cock spewing between our surging bodies. Every nerve exploded, imploded then burst anew as wave after wave of orgasmic intensity shook me. I was lost in the orgasm, whimpering, lost in the dizzying pleasure that inundated every sense. Tom followed, bellowing, releasing his seed, hard pulsing volleys that tensed every muscle in his body. I could feel hot jets of cum coursing into my body, scalding me. We were both panting, trying to catch our breath. Tom's hands were still locked on my hips and his huge cock deep in my ass. "Randall, your ass is so fucking needy man. I love fucking you and you fucking love taking dick, don't you bud?" Tom teased me. I just stood there panting, bent over with my hands on my knees, unable to communicate. "I am gonna call a bud or two over this evening for you to play with, ok?" he asked. I couldn't even answer. My mouth was so dry from panting over and over like I'd run a marathon. "Let's clean up and go find doc" Tom murmured, his voice being drown out by the hiss of the shower. I squeezed my ass on Tom's thick cock still planted in my ass and wondered what I was becoming. Forced Ch. 13 I howled in release, my cock spewing between our surging bodies. Every nerve exploded, imploded then burst anew as wave after wave of orgasmic intensity shook me. I was lost in the orgasm, whimpering, lost in the dizzying pleasure that inundated every sense. Tom followed, bellowing, releasing his seed, hard pulsing volleys that tensed every muscle in his body. I could feel hot jets of cum coursing into my body, scalding me. We were both panting, trying to catch our breath. Tom's hands were still locked on my hips and his huge cock deep in my ass. "Randall, your ass is so fucking needy man. I love fucking you and you fucking love taking dick, don't you bud?" Tom teased me. I just stood there panting, bent over with my hands on my knees, unable to communicate. "I am gonna call a bud or two over this evening for you to play with, ok?" he asked. I couldn't even answer. My mouth was so dry from panting over and over like I'd run a marathon. "Let's clean up and go find doc" Tom murmured, his voice being drown out by the hiss of the shower. I squeezed my ass on Tom's thick cock still planted in my ass and wondered what I was becoming. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ After a thorough washing until my skin resembled a prune, Tom shut off the shower and handed me a towel. We dried off together and he threw his towel over his shoulder. I copied him and followed him through the house to the entrance of the backyard. Near a table he gave me a pair of sunglasses. "Put these on, Jason. The sun is so strong out there, especially down by the pool. I will have you stay in the cabana for a while until you get used to the heat and we will need to put some sunscreen on you, bud." "No suits?" I asked. "Not for us fags, baby!" he smiled at me, then struck a pose like Michelangelo's David. He wasn't quite as cut as the statue, but he had it beat in the cock department. Tom's skin was a rich light brown and was used to the sun's rays. I could normally tan pretty well, but had been out of the sun since the previous summer and my skin was pretty pasty. "Baby, we don't want your buns to burn," he said has he slapped my ass lightly. With that Tom opened a large French door to the outside and we walked into the bright sun. The heat covered me like a blanket. Even though I had on a nice pair of Ray Ban sunglasses, the sun was so bright that I had to squint. And even though I was squinting, I could tell their backyard was beautiful. Smack in the middle of the Las Vegas dessert was this oasis. The backyard had to be ¼ acre itself of lush landscape. A custom made pool was surrounded by beautiful stonework and mosaic tile. A small island was in the middle of the pool area, with the pool around it like a moat. On the island was a covered gazebo or cabana with light linen drapes. The rest of the backyard was filled with palm trees, and beautiful flowers and shrubs. Sprinklers were going off in the rear of the backyard near a grove of trees. It was simply beautiful. Doc was in the other corner of the yard with a hat on his head and a light robe covering his body. He was trimming bushes and cutting flowers. "Doc loves his gardens," Tom said proudly. "He designed this entire place and spends hours out here every week planting and transplanting and taking care of his babies. We have a gardener from UNLV who is finishing up his senior year in landscape architecture. He'll be out later today and you will want to meet him. He helps Doc with all of this, especially the water usage." I was amazed at the beauty all around me and kept on turning to see more of the lush landscape. When I turned all the way back around I saw Tom smiling at me. I don't know why, but even thought I knew he was naked it was somewhat shocking to see him like that outside. And I was naked too. I could feel the sun on my shoulders and it was so warm I started to become really uncomfortable. Tom sensed this quickly and told me we needed to get to the cabana. I followed behind Tom, no longer looking at the greenery and pool, but instead watching his muscular ass cheeks flex as he walked away from me. Tom led us around the side of the pool and turned, walking over a small bridge. I followed like a lost puppy. Once on the island, he pulled the billowing sheer curtain aside and waved me inside with his arm. I slowly walked past Tom into the shaded area. I felt immediate relief from the sun. The cabana was round in shape with curtains surrounding it. Some were sheer, and some completely blocked out the light. In the middle of the cabana was a round raised bed in white with pillows everywhere. It made you want to jump right on it and snuggle in. Before I could make up my mind to do just that, Tom pushed me right in the bed. "Jason, that is the most comfortable spot in the house, rest here a while and get used to the heat. Before you come outside we need to get sunscreen on you and you can't get your stitches wet in the pool. Please rest a bit." The linens on the bed were so soft and smelled of lavender. It was so much cooler in the shade; and the cabana had a ceiling fan that created a fine breeze to boot. I hugged a pillow to my chest and took a deep whiff of lavender, closing my eyes and breathing in deep. It was so comforting. I was so wiped out from everything that I couldn't even raise my head off the bed to say thanks to Tom. I fell asleep hard. It was the most comforting sleep I had in a long time. I thought I felt someone come in and check on me, but I was too tired to wake up. I heard some voices and then felt a warm touch on my back, slowly rubbing. My eyelid cracked open a bit and I saw a familiar face but slowly drifted back to sleep hearing him sigh heavily. "Be well Jason"...and then darkness. The voice was filled with sadness and longing, but it made me tingle all over and I fell happily asleep. I slowly started to stir sometime later, much later. The bed was so soft and warm. I was covered with a soft blanket. It was like I was coming alive slowly, my senses turning on one at a time. One of the first things I noticed was how dry my mouth was, yet the side of my face was wet as was the pillow. I must have been drooling. I never did that and wiped my check with the back of my hand. My eye adjusted quickly. It was no longer light out, the only light was coming from lamps from around the poolside and from the massive house across the pool and patio from me. I sat up and leaned back on my elbows, taking in the site. There was a much cooler breeze coming in the cabana, and the fan above was set to a much lower speed, but heat was coming down from the ceiling from the fan. I slowly stretched my body. I was sore all over, but it was a good sore like you get from working out. I slowly pulled back the covers, already knowing I was naked. My cock was stirring and I had a need to pee. I rolled off the bed and shivered as a chill went down my spine. I grabbed the blanket off the bed and wrapped myself in it. I walked out of the cabana and breathed in the fresh cool air. I heard light splashes in the water and looked over at the far end of the pool. There were swim lanes built in on that end and I could see the skin of a swimmer cutting through the water. And it was all skin, no suit in the way. The body was lithe and muscular and easily cut through the water. The swimmer's head was covered in dark hair, so I knew it wasn't Doc or Tom. I was drawn to watch him, as I was a swimmer too. After a few laps and after coming to a stop at a wall near me, a handsome wet face popped out of the water. "Hey, you must be Jason! I'm Alex, friends with Doc and Tom", he said with a broad smile across his face. "They are inside getting dinner ready and were beginning to wonder if you were going to join us." "Thanks Alex, nice to meet you. I'm Jason," I said before I even thought about the repercussions of sharing my real name. "I know, Jason from Saint Louis. Jason Randall, right?" he said with a wink. Oh shit, I thought. "Yeah," I mumbled and headed towards the house ready to kick some ass. I couldn't let this get out and have people know what I had been up to. SHIT! As I walked up to the house I could see the kitchen and sitting area through the huge glass windows. Doc and Tom were in the kitchen, Doc at the stove cooking in a skillet and Tom cutting up veggies. Both were dressed in light linen pants and t-shirts. An attractive woman was also in the kitchen sitting up at the center island drinking a large glass of wine. I stood frozen in the darkness watching, not knowing what to do. I heard footsteps come up behind me and saw Alex coming toward me with a swagger, with a white towel wrapped around his waist tightly. His body glistened with drops of pool water. I don't know if it was the cool temps or his body, but another shudder went right down my spine. "Here, follow me", Alex said and grabbed me by the hand and led me to the side of the house, the darkness softened by lights in the gardens. We came to a door about 20 feet past the back of the house and entered. It was a mudroom. Tom kept holding my hand and led me back to the bedrooms. "Let's get dressed, I'll show you where you things are." "I don't have anything here", I replied but was cut off by this young stud. "Your boyfriend dropped off your suitcase a couple hours ago and Tom put it in the guestroom", he said as we turned another corner into the guestroom. Sure enough, my suitcase was sitting on the bed. Alex closed the bedroom door then headed toward the bathroom. "I'm going to rinse off quick...wanna join me?" Alex said as he turned and dropped the towel, dragging it across the floor as he gave me a great glimpse of his nakedness. OMG!!! He was a god. Tall at 6ft'3, tanned olive skin, tight & muscular build with long legs, pecs with quarter size nipples and defined arms. His cock stuck out from his body and it was 6 inches soft with a tuft of dark curly pubes over his cock and on his balls. He walked away with a smile showing me his ass. His perfect, tight ass. Perfect, big, strong, hairless male ass. And Alex was proud of it. I stood there stupefied. I heard the shower start and the door close and I could feel my cock raging hard. Fuck, I'm such a fag I now get hard when I see naked men. I'd never be able to go to my gym again. I took a couple deep breaths and walked to my suitcase. On top was a pair of clean blue scrubs. I quickly put them on and grabbed a t-shirt out of my suitcase. I had to go to the bathroom bad, and the sound of running water was not helping me at all. I went into the bathroom and quietly sat on the toilet. I wasn't sure I could stand in my current condition and I knew I couldn't piss standing up with a hardon. I pissed so hard my cock deflated fast. Damn that felt good. I looked over at the shower area. It was with mixed emotions that I noted the shower was a separate room, and I couldn't see Alex at all. I got up quickly and flushed, then scurried to the bedroom. My wallet and phone were over on the bedside table. I grabbed my phone and walked out of the room, then out of the house to the side yard. I called home. I got our voicemail and then tried my wife's cell. Voicemail again. I left her a cryptic message telling her that I was feeling better and resting well, that I had slept the entire day away in fact. I told her I was going to eat dinner and she should call before 10pm her time. Little did I know that it was 8:30 pm in Phoenix, so it was already 10:30 in St Louis...but I would learn that lesson later. I went back into the house and back toward the guestroom. Alex was pulling up a pair of sweatpants, going commando underneath. He then turned and put on a UNLV sweatshirt that he pulled out of one of the dressers in the room. "Is this your room?" I asked. "No, but I keep some stuff here. I help Doc with the gardens and irrigation system. I'm a student at the university here." "Oh, ok" "That woman out there is a complete pain in the ass. She's Doc's sister. She will be leaving soon which is a good thing. Why don't we get to know each other better until she leaves," he said and sat back on a loveseat in the room. This quickly eased my anxiety and we sat and talked for a long while. He told me about himself, and asked me all sorts of questions about myself. Alex was genuine and low key. He wasn't hung up on the whole gay thing and it was really easy to talk to him. As the conversation put me at ease, Alex reached over and touched my knee. I felt a tingle go down my spine and right to that knee, which moved on autopilot closer toward Alex. In the process of talking, Alex leaned closer and I could feel his breath on my neck. His eyes glimmered with mischief. He then leaned in and gave me a passionate kiss, laying his soft lips against mine. He grabbed the back of my head to pull me closer, allowing our mouths act as one. I could feel a passion within him as he kissed me. My body reacted quickly, it was like touch was magnified 1000 times and I became rock hard in seconds. I had immediate urges -- wanting to kiss him harder, to get naked, to fell his body and to share mine. Alex responded, too, kissing me deeper and sliding his hand directly to my crotch. He knew exactly what he wanted. I broke the kiss for a second and stared into his eyes. He smiled seductively at me and ran his hands along my face, "Mr. Randall, I want you to fuck me right now!" he said matter-of-factly. Then he dove in for a more wicked kiss than before and he gripped my raging cock in his hand. The front of my pants had wet marks from precum. Alex's athletic body moved fast yet gracefully. He stood up and dropped his sweatpants and pulled off his sweatshirt in one quick motion and stood before me in his naked glory. His cock was no longer soft, it was rock hard column of ivory flesh with a thick circumcision scar and flared head. It was medium thick and about 8 inches long. His lithe body was hairless with the exception of a light dusting of dark brown hair on his legs, a full cropped bush around his cock and light treasure trail up his taut stomach to his belly button. I could also see tufts of hair under his armpits. As I stared at him in wonder he quickly reached down and grabbed my scrub pants by my ankles and yanked hard, pulling them from my body with force...and in the process pulling my ass closer to the edge of the couch. My cock was pulled down for a moment, and then snapped back up onto my abdomen with a 'thwack'. My cockhead was dripping wet. Alex climbed on top of me quickly and forcefully kissed me, slipping his tongue into my mouth. I returned the favor and we kissed passionately as he sat in my lap. I could feel the heat of his young, toned body and my cock was already pressed up his cheeks nestled in his crack. This kiss was electric and I shuddered as our tongues darted in and out of each other's mouths. He reached down to pull my shirt off my body and I helped him. As my shirt covered my face he acted fast, using a hand to trap my hands above my head, which covered my face with my shirt. Alex moved up for a moment and reached back with his other hand, lining up my cock to his hole and sat down deliberately. My cock was so wet with precum that it pierced his hole easily and drove into him, and he used his weight to slide it balls deep on the first thrust. "Uhhhhh, damn your cock feels good in me Jason" Alex groaned and started kissing my neck and moved down my chest, keeping my face covered by my shirt and my hands seized in his. He slowly licked and nibbled on my nipples, making my balls churn so much I almost came instantly while he continued to work up and down on my cock. Not only was he riding my cock, his hole was throbbing on it too. My cock thickened in his ass and he grunted as he rode me. With my eyes covered my other senses went into overdrive. I could hear the sounds of our sex and smell the masculine funky smell. And as Alex bit my exposed nipple in his mouth I could hear my yelp and then groan fill the room. I wasn't in control. I wasn't fucking Alex; instead he was fucking himself on me. I couldn't anticipate what would happen next and felt so trapped in the situation, lost in our sex. Alex moved up and ran his tongue over my lips and I could feel a charge transfer over to me. I could feel his soft lips against mine for the brief moments that they touched. I got lost in the passion and knew that I had crossed the line. I knew I was fooling myself. These weren't just urges, I simply wanted gay sex. With that realization, I pushed my hips forward, driving my cock deeper in his ass. It slid in deeper until my balls tapped his muscular ass. His hole was really wet and sloppy but also very tight. The harder I fucked him the quicker I realized I wouldn't last much longer. Alex was starting to lose it too, his moans had turned into grunts with every thrust and I felt his body immediately covered in sweat. "I'm gay!" I gasped and jamming my hips up and started fucking him with long, deep thrusts. Upon uttering those fateful works I came as deep in his ass as I could. Alex's strong ass milked my cock for every ounce of cum as he kissed me with passion I had only felt with my wife. I struggled against his grip on my arms and the shirt covering my face to no avail. We were both breathing very heavily. We stayed like that for a few minutes. My cock stayed hard in his ass, but I could feel warm cum leaking out of him and covering my hairy balls. Alex was silently panting, leaning into me. His hard cock sandwiched between our bodies. He slowly let go of his vice grip on my hands and slowly pulled the shirt from my body, allowing me to see him. His eyes were smoldering with desire and his face was red and covered in sweat. His hair was wavy and wet from our passion. "Now we switch places." He said with a wicked smile and kissed me again, his tongue dancing through my mouth. I pushed Alex over to the side and he fell off my cock, this body falling into the corner of the couch; his arms and legs spread. His cock was rock hard and leaking, and his full balls lay low in their smooth sack. Below I looked to see his taint, again smooth...then down further to his hole. It was hair-free and looked completely used, the outer rim slightly puffy and his hole agape with cum leaking from him. Fuck! I did that to him. I bred his sexy young ass. My cock was still pseudo hard and I was not done with him in the least. I pounced on him like a tiger! It was such a wickedly hot thing to see and I dove between his legs, hitching them over my shoulder and ran my tongue down Alex's taint towards his hole. My tongue collecting my cum which tasted funky and salty. Then I pressed my lips to his wet, freshly fucked asshole and stuck my tongue and began to tongue fuck his hole, sucking my cream out of my new friend. Alex ohhhhed and ahhhhed and spread his legs fully apart. "OMG you are gay Jason", he panted, "eat my fucking ass you bitch!" I ate his ass and swallowed my cum and it just made me hornier. My cock was aching again and I knew I had to fuck him again...my way this time. I wanted to fuck him like a woman. "Get on the bed on your back, Alex, I am gonna make love to you bud," I said. We both moved quickly to the bed, my cock heavy....bobbing and swaying in front of me. Alex was already on the bed on his back, legs spread. I climbed between his legs and aimed my hardness right at his hole. There was no resistance at all, his pussy literally ate my cock up whole and I buried balls deep inside him in the first thrust. We both moaned and I dove in for a kiss. The passion was consuming, he shared his body with me completely. While it was different from fucking my wife due to the Alex's strength, the missionary position was just as intimate as the couplings with my wife. Fucking him this way was a complete turn on for me. I was excited and completely out of control. Forced Ch. 13 "Fuck me," he begged, his words distorted by his soft moans. So I did, I fucked him hard, driving into his body as deep as I could, my balls slapped against his ass as he reached for his own cock. I slapped his hand away and pulled his hands up over his head and held them there as I fucked him long and hard and deep. His body clung to my cock and sent powerful waves of pleasure through us as we moved together. I drove into him and he pushed back to meet my thrusts. "I love your cock Jason, you are such a good fuck baby," he moaned as I ground my cock into him balls deep. Our fingers were intertwined and Alex asked me to stop for a moment. I stopped pistoning in and out of his heated hole for a moment and he unlaced his fingers from mine. I was shocked when he pulled my wedding ring from my finger and put it on his ring finger, then relaced our hands together. "Make love to me Jason!" he growled deeply and I lost it. My hips started their primal movements and I dove in to share our mouths, our tongues dueling with each other. His cock was pinned between our bodies and leaking precum all over our stomachs. This wasn't just fucking, it was way beyond that. There was an intense connection like we were baring our souls to one another. My balls were on fire at this point but we managed to fuck deep and long for several minutes, not ashamed by our lovemaking. But it couldn't last forever and I reached the tipping point first. We were both dripping with sweat and kissing like mad. "AUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I moaned into his mouth as my balls boiled over, flooding his ass. I felt the warmth of my seed surround my shaft. Alex took everything I had to give and made me feel like such a stud as our hips joined deeply one last time. Our mouths were mashed together and we were drenched in sweat. Both of us were breathing like we had run a marathon. My cock was wasted and slowly dropped out of Alex's used ass, allowing a river of cum to leak from him. "My turn fag!" he grinned and flipped us over. "Doggy, bitch!" I obeyed and got into position. I got on all fours and turned my ass to him, looking over my shoulder at him. He reached back and stuck his finger in his ass and pulled out some cum. He smiled at me and brought it up to my ass. OMG that was dirty I thought! He slowly slid his cum slick fingers one at a time into my horny ass, working them around. With all the fucking I had recently, I opened quickly to his ministrations. Jason's cock was at full mast. It was beautiful, about 8 inches and I knew I wanted to give him a slow blowjob at some point, but was too far gone and needed a hard deep fucking first. Alex moved into position and guided his cock right to my hole. I was so horny I reached back and pulled my cheeks apart, offering up my body to him. Alex grabbed my hips and slowly applied pressure to my hole. I was so lubricated that when he did this, the head of his cock went right into my ass. He pushed forward slowly and slid into me deeper and deeper. He would back out a little and go back in twice as far...he did this a few times before I felt him fill me all the way up. I felt his pubs tickled my ass and felt full and complete. "FUCK ME!" I groaned as I leaned back on his cock, milking him with my horny hole. "Jason, if you do that again I'm gonna lose all control and fuck you to death," he warned. I pulled away slowly until just the head of his cock was in my ass then reversed course and rode him balls deep. His grip on my sweaty hips warned me of what was go come. He instantly started rough fucking me, shoving my body forward and mashing my face in the pillows on the bed. That muffled my gasps and grunts a little. I thought my body would be somewhat prepared for an aggressive fuck, I was more than wet enough for this but underestimated his size and strength. Alex started to pick up his pace as he thrust back and forth into my ass, which felt completely maxed out. We were both moaning. While I loved topping, I decided that bottoming was even better. It was weird being on the receiving end of a cock but I actually liked losing the control during sex and trying to follow his rhythm. He was firmly holding my hips and moving in and out of my ass. He was in complete control of my body right now. He got us synced up nicely by pulling hard on my hips as he pushed deeply into me. He would then push me away and stop me before his cock came out. Then he would pull me back hard. It felt so good. I was really enjoying myself. "Take it you fucking fag!" he bellowed and with a final thrust, he drove balls deep and groaned in pleasure. I felt Alex's cock thicken, then start to pulse as his cum filled my ass with intense warmth. He pulled back slightly then drove in balls deep very hard. "AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH, you are getting bred faggot!" he gasped as he pushed his cum deeper and deeper into my ass. We stayed in position panting like dogs. When he started to pull out I felt some of his cum drip down my inner thigh. I reached back with my hand to catch it and brought my fingers to my mouth, licking them clean and tasting his gay load. "God you are a sexy fuck, Jason!" he said with a satisfied smirk on his handsome young face. Then I heard a knock on the door...