The Male Whore And The Beasts - 1 - Teaser

AN: This is going to be a new story, a bit more on the crazy side. This guy, Brent, who's a total whore for cock, will finally get all the dick he needs and wants and even extra, when he gets lost in a magical forest, and ends up mating with some horny dudes with animal like features. This first chapter features a half-wolf, the alpha of a pack, but Brent will get dicked by many other beasts. So, expect penis shape variations, knots, cum of different tastes, viscosities and colors, even some dudes with more than one cock, and overall craziness. Plus, Brent is going to give birth to litter after litter of different offspring for his beast lovers, 'cause he's that kind of bitch.

I'm going to publish this story everywhere for free, but as always, the latest chapters will appear first on SubscribeStar. 

For now, here's a snack!

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You’re such a fucking whore. Brent couldn’t say he didn’t agree. He shifted in his place, and the bus hit another bump in the road, making him break into a sweat. The butt plug pushed upwards, hitting him just right. Fuck, these country roads were a blessing in disguise, weren’t they?

His boyfriend, no, ex-boyfriend had caught him last night sucking off their 60-something landlord’s fat cock while his 5 sons took turns at wrecking his ass. It was true that he never missed an opportunity to jump on a hard cock. It had been like this since his 21st birthday party when a gang of thugs had caught him trying to buy liquor in the wrong neighborhood and given him dick all night. He had been a virgin, too, so the shock of liking to suck and get his ass rammed by 10-inch cocks had been something. He hadn’t even thought of liking dudes until then. Now, 5 years later, he still thought fondly of that night.

He was kind of a pussy, so when the gang leader had grabbed him and put him on all fours, he had just begged not to get beaten. They had all laughed, then pulled down his neatly pressed kinos. Then, the gang leader had entered his ass from behind, basically getting him a brand new asshole. By the end of the night, he was walking on his hands and knees, licking the last drop of juice from each cock.

Ah, the memories. Brent grunted when the bus hit another pothole. He was so fucking close to come in his pants. He was looking forward to it.

He kind of regretted breaking up with Harry. The guy had a good 12-incher on him. But he was looking for a relationship, commitment, all that. Brent knew that responsible dudes like Harry fell for him because he had such an innocent pretty face for a guy, with his big blue eyes, pouty red lips, and soft blond hair. They never expected a hardcore slut when looking at him for the first time. He was soft spoken, polite, and a real pleasure to be around. Until his pants ended up around his ankles and he ended up sucking off truckers and drug dealers in public restrooms, with a broom stick shoved up his ass as far as it could go.

Ah, fuck, he was going to miss Harry. And now, he was on this trip alone, taking the bus on top of all else. Good thing he had remembered to stuff his ass with that huge butt plug. The road to the so-called magical forest had been a real delight.

The guide invited them to get down, and Brent put a spring in his step to reduce the friction inside his ass. As much as the idea excited him, cumming with all those old people watching wasn’t his idea of fun, mainly because these guys looked like they hadn’t got a hardon in the last ten years. Maybe they could fuck him with their canes. Nah, that would be boring.

“Don’t go off the main path,” the guide warned them. “Strange things have happened here, and I don’t need to go looking for you through the bushes.”

Brent wanted to laugh in the guy’s face. All those elderly people listened to him like they really were fit enough to start running through the forest, with the fat guide on their tail.

He shrugged and lagged behind. What he needed right now was to find a nice bush, play with the butt plug in his ass, and shoot like crazy.

Magical forest, my ass, he thought as he took off from the main path and decided to walk enough so that he could no longer hear the guide’s annoying voice. Not that he cared if he got caught, but he didn’t want to be the guy responsible for causing a series of heart attacks.

Although not magical, the forest seemee pretty nice. Not that Brent was outdoorsy as a general rule. Harry was that. Ah, to think that he could have choked on that 12-incher right now and get a nice warm meal delivered right into his stomach. He shook his head. Harry had been so adamant about not wanting to see him ever again. They hadn’t had farewell sex, either.

That spot had to do. Brent pushed down his pants and clenched his butt cheeks hard. That felt so fucking good, the smooth metal pressing against the walls of his ass. He was gonna shoot so damn hard.

All around him, the forest was silent. There was no chance of older people happening upon his jerking off session.

Brent smirked and took off his pants completely, hanging them over a low branch. Then, he knelt on a patch of moss and reached for the butt plug. Oh, fuck, that thing was huge, but it was so it! He pulled it half way out and then slammed it back in with all his force.

He groaned and his head lolled back. Next time, he’d get an even bigger one. He was moaning like an animal in rut, but he didn’t care. The few birds in the trees had no idea what they were staring at with their tiny beady eyes.

He was about to pull the butt plug out again, when a sound startled him. What the fuck was that? Some kind of growl? Brent pushed himself up to his feet. The brochure didn’t say anything about wild animals, right? He hadn’t read it. It was Harry’s job.

Ah, fuck, he needed to grab his pants. Another growl, this time nearer, made a chill move down his spine. The fuck! Brent just pulled at his pants and risked a look back. What he saw made him froze in place. He shook his head, as a beast like no other rushed toward him. It looked like a man, running on two legs, but his body was really hairy and what the hell were that? Wolf ears?

The beast was barreling toward him, his huge pecs bouncing tightly on a broad chest. Brent felt his mouth going dry at the sight of the big ass nipples. Fuck, idiot, run, he told himself. Maybe he could climb the tree? He grabbed the branch and tried to pull himself up, but he ended on his ass, the broken branch in his hand.

He yelped as the beast was on him. Fuck, that face was clearly human, he realized when he stared into the face of his attacker. It was a handsome man’s face, even, with a strong square jaw, covered in two-day stuble, a straight nose that flared, and hot coal eyes that burned. He opened his mouth to scream again, but he was silenced by an enormous tongue that licked his mouth, then his entire face. It was like a fucking huge puppy!

“The fuck are you?” Brent shouted.

“Bitch in heat,” a sonorous voice cut his words, “obey your alpha!”

“What?!” Brent shouted, and this time, the tongue moved inside his mouth, down his throat, making it impossible to speak.

His legs were forced wide open and rough fingers searched his ass. The creature growled into his mouth while wrenching the butt plug out. Then, Brent realized while he couldn’t scream at all that there was something a lot bigger posed at his slick ass. The creature grunted without pulling out his tongue and continued to fuck Brent’s throat with it, while his cock – it had to be that – made a breach.

Brent felt his eyes rolling in his head from pain and pleasure. Not since that night when the thugs had turned his virgin ass into a slut’s ass, he had felt that kind of intensity. It was blunt, it was big, it had the girth of man’s fist, and it rammed inside him, breaking him apart.

He could hear squelching sounds. The fuck, he had used very little lube when pushing the butt plug inside so that he could still feel that sting and pain that could make him cum just while thinking about it. Yet, the creature’s oversized cock was clearly moving in and out easily, like Brent’s ass was super slick.

It was so fucking pleasant, too. The cock head was so fucking big, it made not only his asshole, but his entire rectum stretch to a point that it felt like it couldn’t go further. And it was deep, too, smashing against him, over and over, and making him spill like that first time when his ass had got fucked, totally unprepared.

The beast looked like he enjoyed it, too, because he howled, tilting his head back, and Brent felt something being pumped up his intestines. Was the creature cumming in his ass? The fuck, he hadn’t even bought him dinner. Not that Brent cared about stuff like that, with his slim figure. Plus, dinner usually meant several cum servings, pumped right into his stomach.

This time, though, the hot serving was being pumped up his ass. Maybe it would reach his stomach, eventually from the other side. Maybe he’d end up puking cum, and that thought was enough to make him cum again, shooting all over himself, and making his body slick. The creature moved on top of him, and Brent could feel all that virile body hair brushing against his skin. He shivered in pleasure, and he was about to ask the guy when he was going to pull out, when the beast spoke again, in that low, manly voice.

“Take my knot, bitch.”

“Um, what? Your knot?”

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Sucking It Up (Prison Island Extra, Mouse's Army Story) - teaser
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AN: This will be the story of Mouse’s life in the army, starting with when the new commander, a certain captain Reynolds, comes to take over. It will have several chapters, I believe, and it will be updated when possible, without preceding important events from In It For Life so that the timeline doesn’t get fucked up.

It will contain a lot of sex stuff and kinks, especially oral, since that’s Mouse’s specialty, but it won’t be limited to it.

 

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“Sucks being in the army, right?” Mouse dragged a long wet line from the base of the delicious cock in front of him up to the tip.

“Sucks a lot less when you suck me off,” the guy replied and kept his hand on top of Mouse’s head, raking his fingers through his hair. He kept it a lot shorter now that he was in the army, and he appreciated the treatment.

This guy he was sucking off right now was called Jordan and came from some northern state where, apparently, they built their men how they built their cars. Mouse took great delight in devouring the thick veiny lollipop in front of him, and the wicked play of his tongue made Jordan groan in pleasure.

“How it’s like?” Jordan asked. The guy had a girlfriend back home and, by what he said, he got blowjobs very rarely. Therefore, he was one of the most grateful of Mouse’s hobby of sucking cock whenever they had a break.

“Do you want to know how it’s like to suck cock?” Mouse asked. He held the throbbing thing by the base and patted his tongue which he had stuck out as much as he could.

“Yeah, you seem to like it a lot.”

Mouse grinned. “Wanna try it?”

Jordan recoiled right away. “No way, I’m not a cocksucker.”

“Then keep your curiosity in check.” Mouse was done talking. He had a task at hand, and Jordan immediately moaned as Mouse took him deep down his throat and began moving his head fast.

One thing with Jordan was how fast he shoot. The guy was pent-up, and Mouse liked pent-up guys because they fed him nice warm cum quickly so that they didn’t risk getting caught.

He stood up and showed Jordan his tongue coated with cum. As expected, the other looked away and seemed ready to bolt. “Thanks for the cum. Now, fuck off,” Mouse said with a roll of the shoulders. He craned his neck to one side, then the other, to work out the kinks. Jordan pushed his cock back into his pants and made a run for it. “Till next time,” Mouse called after him.

He wiped the corners of his mouth carefully. It didn’t serve to be seen by the others, since too many got horny, and Mouse only had one mouth and two hands. He had been asked about giving ass, too, but nah, that wasn’t for them, as much as he missed getting a good hard dicking. That was for Kekko, and maybe Karl, as fucked up as that was. He knew that he’d see them again, one day, even if it was maybe far into the future. He had no idea.

“Roll call,” someone called out and he rushed out of the old warehouse to be present along with the others.

“What’s going on?” he asked one of the guys who were busy forming an organized line, all looking straight ahead.

“We’re getting a new commander, one captain Reynolds,” the guy to his right explained and stopped abruptly. He was a short guy, with small features, and he always made a badge of honor for himself to stay informed. Mouse debated whether the guy would want a blowjob or not for some less known deets on captain Reynolds.

“How is he? Is he going to bust our asses or something?”

“You’re talking to me now?” The guy suddenly ruffled his feathers all of a sudden. “You never talk to me.”

“Looks like I just did.” Mouse looked at the guy, taking advantage that the new commander wasn’t there just yet. “What’s your name? Michael? Mike?”

“Ryan,” the guy replied with a scowl.

“Right,” Mouse said. “How would you like a good old-fashioned suck tonight after dinner, Ryan?”

The guy seemed taken aback by the offer. “Are you making fun of me, Ahab?” He tried to push himself on his heels to seem taller.

“Nope. I never joke about blowjobs. I’m very serious about the topic, just ask anyone.”

Another scowl met his words. “Yeah, you’re blowing anyone but me.”

Mouse took a good look at the guy. He was cute and insecure. So, he slouched to one side and then tipped the guy’s chin. “I didn’t know you wanted me to.”

Ryan stared at him and blinked rapidly. Then he blushed to the tip of his ears and swatted Mouse’s hand away. “You’re making fun of me,” he decided.

Mouse chuckled. “Let’s see if you still think the same when you come down my throat tonight. Meet me by the old warehouse. What do you have to lose?”

Ryan didn’t have a chance to reply to that because the line began arranging itself with each soldier taking the mandatory stance and saluting as a man began walking down the line and observing them one by one. Mouse stood straight and allowed himself to spy by the corner of one eye, which didn’t help a lot.

Finally, the new commander stopped in front of him. “Ahab, that’s quite an unusual name.”

Mouse kept silent and just scanned the man in front of him rapidly. He had to be in his late thirties or early forties and was built like a bull. His heavyset frame met a contrast in his eyes, a light blue that seemed to irradiate heat on a weather-beaten face. Mouse wanted to look lower and see what kind of heat the man packed downstairs but didn’t have the guts. Captain Reynolds was completely bald, whether by the whim of fate, or because he didn’t like hair on his head, so Mouse only took after his dark blond eyebrows what kind of body hair he could expect.

“Not much of a talker, I see,” the captain commented and chuckled.

Mouse wanted to say something, but his chance was gone as the captain moved away and stopped in front of Ryan.

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 The Human Bearer - 7 - Teaser

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Xana laughed, and snuck his tail in, wrapping it around his cock, making Riordan gasp from the extra sensations. So, the pervert had some extras up his sleeve. That particular trick made his thing so thick that it felt like he was being assaulted by a battering ram.

“Are you sure you’re not stretching me way too much?” Riordan squirmed, but part of his body wanted to get impaled by that huge thing until he couldn’t breathe anymore.

“I’m just preparing you,” Xana said. “Getting the egg inside you won’t be so easy.”

“Oh, fuck, do you mean right now? Are you making me pregnant with your child?” Riordan shivered in pleasure.

“Yes, don’t you want it?” Xana cooed and licked his ear.

“You know I do. You prepped me for it, and it looks like I’m ready.”

“Then let me put more seth in you so that it doesn’t hurt you.”

Riordan knew he had to be mad. Not so long ago, he would have run away screaming. He knew his fate, of course, but now that it was happening, he was amazed how not scared he felt. His body opened, and there was no resistance. If anything, he felt a deep ache in his lower belly, like it was waiting for be filled properly. “Just put it in, I want it,” he hissed and changed his position suddenly, putting his ass up.

He closed his hands over his belly and keened in the most horrendous manner. “The fuck you put in that seth?” he asked as he squirmed, his entire body craving something that he only knew it to be the egg.

“Maybe my want for an offspring got transferred to you,” Xana said airily.

“Fucker,” Riordan cursed and clenched his hands on the sheets, while helplessly wiggling his ass. “Why send me to that stupid party then? When you were home, preparing your egg?”

“I thought I was still mad at you, but your distress call made me mad. I wanted to take you home and get my offspring inside you, or else that lowlife would have not escaped alive.”

Riordan groaned and moved his ass some more. It looked like Xana couldn’t care less about how he felt, how empty and willing. “Fuck me, give me your egg,” he begged, his face crimson with shame.

All was a freaking game with this guy. And he had thought, for a moment, that Xana loved him. Everything was nothing but determinism with these aliens, and he should have known better. And now, he didn’t even know if he truly wanted this asshole, or he had just been prepped for it, like a walking carrying pouch, something to be used and discarded afterwards.

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 The Human Bearer - 6 - Teaser

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He took his place at one of the empty tables, wondering how he wasn’t going to get bored out of his mind. When Tasha sat across from him, he smirked.

 

“Look what stranger is back in town,” he commented.

 

Tasha grimaced. “I got scolded enough by Marn, thank you very much. He removed my right to make calls, can you believe the guy?”

 

The redhead was trying to sound carefree, but he was stealing glances in all directions and he was biting his bottom lip.

 

“What happened to you?” Riordan asked. “It’s not like I’ve known you since forever, but you look like you’re about to make a run for the door.”

 

“Am I that obvious?” Tasha fiddled with his drink.

 

“Yeah, to me, at least,” Riordan said.

 

“Well, I... Ahem,” Tasha mumbled something.

 

“What?” Riordan leaned forward.

 

“I am... pregnant, if I can say so.”

 

“Fuck me sideways,” Riordan murmured. “So Marn finally decided to put his egg inside you?”

 

Tasha’s eyes flicked away. He seemed paler than before, his eyes a bit sunken in his head.

 

“It’s not his,” the redhead said quickly and linked his fingers together in desperation.

 

Riordan stopped midday from putting fingers in his ears.

 

“You gotta be kidding me,” he replied in the same hushed to tone. “It’s Xer’s, isn’t it?”

 

Tasha looked surprised as their eyes met. “How do you know?”

 

“Just putting two and two together,” Riordan replied.

 

“You’re smarter than me, that’s for sure.”

 

“How the hell that happened?” Riordan asked, trying hard to keep his voice down. “Does Marn even know?”

 

Tasha snorted, but mostly in self defeat. “It would be hard for him not to, since he kept me down so his son could put his egg inside me.”

 

Riordan could feel the earth moving under his feet.

 

“Yeah,” Tasha continued, “here go my stupid dreams that Marn saw someone special in me. He just groomed me so Xer could mount me like a frigging cow,” he added, looking down.

 

Riordan touched the other man’s hands. “But how about compatibility? Did you have sex with Xer?”

 

“Not except for that time, no. And now I’m like a ticking bomb because if my body rejects the egg, well, I guess I will be the one rejected.”

 

“How on earth did Xer have an egg? He’s like what? 18?”

 

“His daddy took care of putting it into his head that as soon as he reached adulthood, he won’t have to wait for mundane things like that. At least, this is what I suspect.”

 

“And does everyone else know?”

 

“No. And I shouldn’t have told you. I’m putting you in danger again.”

 

“What kind of friend would I be? And danger is all around us if you haven’t noticed.”

 

“Things don’t look up on your part of the universe either?” Tasha looked at him, as he linked hands with Riordan.

 

“Yeah, kind of. But don’t worry. Your situation is much more severe. Isn’t it a way to report this bastard?”

 

“Who should I tell? He’s the High Chancellor.”

 

“How can he be so stupid to believe that this would work?”

 

“He’s calm about it. He says research shows I can carry his son’s egg without a problem. But it’s not his life on the line, now, is it?”

 

“So why didn’t he put you together with his son from the start?”

 

“For the sake of his experiments, apparently. Now I’m the guinea pig.”

 

“Damn,” Riordan whispered.

 

“You two,” someone called for them.

 

Riordan saw one of the silicone dolls approaching, a hand on his hip.

 

“The party starts. Get ready,” the doll added.

 

“Take that tone and shove it up your ass,” Riordan said gruffly. “We stay here.”

 

“If I let your owners know…” The intruder left the threat hanging in the air.

 

“What? Do you want a foot in your ass?” Riordan stood up and the other took a step back, frightened.

 

The doll scurried away. Tasha rose with a sigh.

 

“We should go. Get ready to witness a bit of an orgy.”

 

“What? With bearers? And you have the egg, what the hell?”

 

“I suppose they will leave me alone. But you should put on that don’t fuck with me face if you want to go through this evening unscathed.”

 

“What the fuck? Weren’t we precious and shit?”

 

“You won’t necessarily be fucked. That’s something used as a political tool. But expect to get groped a lot. Of course, if your owner allows it. I haven’t seen him at all lately. And he’s not at the party, either.”

 

It was strange how vulnerable he suddenly felt. Xana had taken his side the last time, but now things were different. Maybe he could fake being sick.

 

“I think I don’t feel too good,” he rubbed his belly in an exaggerated gesture.

 

A bot appeared out of nowhere and started scanning him.

 

“It doesn’t work,” Tasha grimaced.

 

“Fuck,” Riordan said through his teeth.

 

“Stay with me. They now know I have an egg, and, by association, they might think you do, too. At least, there’s a chance.”

 

Tasha. Always the optimist. And look where that got him.

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 In It For Life 24. - Missing Scene (Karl's POV) - Teaser

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Don seemed to consider the threat and swiveled in his chair, looking away from him.

“I remember this particular event the most,” Karl continued while he indulged at little more in that dull distant ache in his arm. “Not that it was the only one, but I was only five, and it fucking hurt like a bitch.”

Don’s slight swing of the chair didn’t stop. It was the only thing in motion in the entire room. Karl stood there like a rock. “At the time, I was just scared shitless. Only later I learned that usually, dads don’t break their kids’ arms when they break a fucking toy!” He shouted the last words to draw the fucker’s attention.

The swinging stopped. Don swiveled back and this time, the look on his face was no longer one of triumph. He considered Karl with his cold dead eyes and his lips set in a harsh line.

“If you’re wondering if I dare, the answer is ‘yes’. And I’m telling you, the fucking media can choose not to believe me since they’re all sucking your cock, but the world will pay attention, and your enemies will exploit it, too. Should I blow the lid off? There are so many things I can tell them. At least some tabloids will find them juicy enough to break the rote of their clickbait for a change.”

Don measured him slowly. Then, to Karl’s surprise, he let out a chuckle. “Well, well, well, look who grew a pair.”

Karl made a vulgar gesture of grabbing his crotch. “I’ve always had one, asshole.”

“Watch it, son,” Don warned him. “You don’t realize that there are other ways in which I can hurt you.”

“Yeah, you can eliminate me. I’m sure it wouldn’t be too hard for you. After all, you don’t give a rat’s ass on me.”

Don gave him a feigned bored look. “Karl, sonny boy,” he said slowly, “I would never do that to my own flesh and blood.”

Karl swallowed hard when he realized the veiled threat. “Would you kill him? That’s what you’re saying?”

Don shook his head like he couldn’t believe the words leaving Karl’s mouth. “Why would I do that? I actually took a liking to the boy. I cannot totally blame you for falling for his tricks. He’s one fine cocksucker.”

Karl felt a vein pulsing in the side of his neck. That was Don trying to rile him up like a rabid dog. But it wouldn’t work this time.

Don pressed the issue, most probably realizing the effect his words had on his son. “I have to admit that it’s been a while since I met such a cum hungry whore. It’s a gift, you know? Not everyone has it, and it’s pretty rare. I bet he can take dozens of cocks in that boy pussy of his without complaining.”

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Shotgun Shine (Danny Boy - Part Two) - fragment

Since my subscribers wanted a continuation to The Hostage, this is part two of that story.

After being kidnapped, fucked, and humiliated by Ace, Danny obediently tells nothing about the whole thing to the police. Now he's looking for cock in a seedy bar where he's attacked and about to get fucked up really bad, when Ace walks in and saves him. After that, Ace takes him home and gives him plenty of cock, and some extras.

This story contains scenes of rough sex, reluctant and forced, BDSM practices, humiliation, and many other kinks.

Here is a fragment of the story:

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“Where are we?” Danny asked, looking fearfully around.

They had driven for a while, and they seemed to be in the middle of nowhere. The house looked old on the outside, probably part of a farm a long time ago, but it was modern and well-furnished on the inside.

He walked inside, conscious of how inadequate he was, half naked, trembling, with the taste of his own cum on his tongue. The living room was surprisingly normal, and Danny wondered what exactly he had thought he would find once he put his foot in. 

Ace removed his balaclava and then his coat. He stared with a frown at a hole in his coat, and Danny trembled as he remembered how Ace had shot that guy. 

“Do you think he’ll be fine?”

Ace quirked an eyebrow and stared at him. “Who?”

“The guy you shot.”

Ace’s lips curled into a wolfish smile. “He’s not dead. Look at it this way.”

Danny wasn’t sure he could look at anything in any way. He just watched as Ace took off his t-shirt, allowing him the unhindered look of his chest and arms. This man was everything Danny wasn’t and never would be. His chest was broad, the muscles on his shoulders round and strong, and his arms were built like killing machines. His entire body was hard, made of nothing but hard muscles. His abdomen was lean, a full 8-pack, while his jeans hang low enough to make the V of his pelvis visible. Danny knew what lay right below. The jeans stretched taut, and he could make the shape of the snake through it. It looked like Ace was aroused.

“Get rid of those.”

Danny dropped the clothes in his hands without thinking twice. Ace stared at him with an amused smirk. “Get rid of everything.”

He hesitated. Was he willing to do everything this man wanted from him? It was only logical, but a part of him wanted to see it again, that face when he said ‘no’.

Ace walked over to him and pushed the suit jacket off his shoulders. Then, without saying a word, he ripped the shirt off Danny’s body. He towered over him, smelling of man sweat and danger. “Do you know what you are?” he asked in a low voice.

Danny kept his eyes stubbornly ahead, fixing them on a point on the wall. He gasped when Ace suddenly grabbed him by the throat. “You’re a boy pussy from head to toes.” Danny squirmed when Ace grabbed his ass with the other hand. “Your mouth is a fucking pussy, waiting to get fucked. In between your legs, you’re nothing but that. Your armpits the same. Do you have any idea in how many ways I can fuck you?”

Danny wheezed, as the pressure on his throat grew. Ace bit his ear. “Tonight, I’ll make you scream.”

Was that his cue that he should start begging? “Please,” he whispered, not really knowing what he was asking.

Ace licked a trace from his ear to the corner of his mouth. “Your face says everything about you. You want cock. I’ll cover your face with my cum. You’ll have it in your eyes, and your nose, and your mouth. You’ll live on it.” His mouth came hard on Danny’s, biting the lips and getting inside with his tongue.

Danny moaned helplessly while Ace’s muscled tongue penetrated his mouth, a preview of what would follow.

Ace stopped the kiss abruptly and hiked Danny over one shoulder. Then he pushed two fingers inside Danny’s quivering ass and walked with him first through a hallway, and then into another room, one with dark tiles on the floor and walls. 

What that room was all about, Danny discovered when Ace dropped him to the floor. His breath caught as he saw the table in the middle of the room and the stirrups. He didn’t have time to even consider to run away because Ace grabbed him again and threw him on the table. His legs were quickly secured in the stirrups, while his wrists were tied to the sides, making it impossible for him to move much.

Ace pulled his ass toward the edge, and then spit in his palm. “Because you’re such a slut and didn’t stay put, the first one will be like this.”

Danny grunted and Ace violated his back door with rough fingers. There was no choice other than to look like the guy took out his cock and slapped Danny’s balls with it. He groaned in pain, his testicles still sensitive after being shot at with pool balls.

“How did you know where I was?” he asked numbly, while trying to hold on to his wits. Ace’s cock was poised at his ass, and the thought made him go slightly insane. 

Ace stopped, allowing him one breath. “It’s not that difficult to follow someone.”

“Are you stalking me?” Danny asked. That confession alone made his insides squirm and his heart beat faster.

Ace laughed and played with the head of his cock around his hole, making it a little bit moist with his precum. “Take it how it is, Danny.” The mocking tone of his voice made Danny quiver more. “I made you my bitch that night a month ago. I like to think I’m a loyal master. My slaves,” he said and pushed suddenly inside, triggering a cry for help from Danny, “never run away from me.”

He hadn’t run. Danny wanted to protest, to assure Ace that he would have come running if only he had asked, but the words were dying in his throat, and nothing remained but the sensation of that unstoppable force plowing his ass and turning it into a supple channel that wanted nothing but to open and receive. 

“Ah,” Ace drawled, “how easy you open, Danny boy. Would you have liked to have all those cocks at that bar inside you? Filling you with cum, turning you into a crazy whore?”

“No,” he whispered, letting the tears flow. “No.”

Ace moved more amply and added some extra spit. His moves became gentler, but somehow, he was reaching further inside Danny’s ass. “But you like this,” he taunted, “to have your pretty pink hole fucked and torn by a big cock.”

Danny sobbed. “Not theirs,” he mumbled.

Ace stopped completely and reached for his chin. “Look at me,” he said in a voice that suddenly sounded low and tender.

Danny blinked away the tears so that he could look at his abuser. Ace brushed his bottom lip with a rough thumb. “Good answer.”

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The Missing Years 1 - Teaser

Francesco is right to think that Mouse and Karl must have talked during those years they were out of his life, so I'm writing a story about what happened during those missing years. It's going to be told from Karl's POV, and it will have plenty of Mouse in it, too.

Here's a teaser for the first part:

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The Missing Years

1.

Karl walked along the long corridor and stared through the small square window. Those guys were giving Mouse a good washing with their hoses. He smirked cruelly as he heard the redhead hurling insults at the two men. They responded by aiming between his legs and at his butt when he turned. Yeah, the fucker deserved it for all that shit.

He ran one hand over his face. He was still reeling over that thing with Cesco at the last moment. Fuck, he deserved a fucking medal for keeping that cool face while the others stared at him like he was the fucking devil or something. They knew jackshit about what it took to be him.

“So, why did you want this one saved, again?”

The cold voice made him wash away any emotions from his face. He turned to face his dad. “He’d be good in the army. He’s got what it takes,” he replied, his voice not wavering for a second.

His dad walked closer and stared through the square opening. “He takes it up his ass, doesn’t he?” Don asked in the same dispassionate voice he used whenever he tried to fool others of his true intentions, which were to fish for information.

Karl snorted. “It’s obvious.” He braced for the following question. Did he fuck him? Did others fuck him? Was he also a cocksucker?

But Don shrugged and closed the opening, letting the cover slide over it. “Come. We have things to discuss.”

Karl followed without a word. When his dad ordered something, he obeyed. He didn’t need to stay in the army for years to know that it was the only thing to do. He only wished he could talk to Mouse a little before he got shipped who knew where.

To his surprise, Don had him step into the commanding officer’s office. He sat across from his dad, bracing himself for the debriefing.

Don lit himself a cigar and blew the smoke toward the ceiling, while leaning back in the commander’s chair. The ‘do not smoke’ sign on the wall was there for schmucks, not people like his dad.

“I know that you fucked plenty while on your summer camp,” Don said brusquely.

Karl tensed but didn’t let anything to show. He just shrugged. “A lot of time to kill. Not much else to do.”

His dad settled his washed out eyes on him. “That’s understandable, of course. Men have needs. Bitches have to bend or else.” He added nothing after that, but Karl didn’t need him to, anyway. “You weren’t a bitch, were you, Karl?”

“Never, sir.” Karl squared his shoulders and look his father in the eyes.

Don seemed pleased with his response. “The good news, son, is that you no longer have to settle for a dime a dozen whores like that boy Ahab anymore. Now,” he said and smacked one palm hard against the desk, “you’ve finally been upgraded to pussy.”

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