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“This is a one time offer.” He says learning back against the wall. “I don’t expect you to say yes. In fact, any sane man would walk away.”
I stare at his bare chest, framed by the simple straps that go around his shoulders and right above his biceps, and then down to where they clip to those leather pants. He’s both gorgeous and bad-boy dangerous looking at the same time.
This is the forth time I’ve seen him around here, this uncrowded corner of the park that borders the parking garage. The first two times I was out running, taking a shortcut through the park along the neglected path. I’ll admit the third time I was pretending to be out running, but I was really rubbernecking, curious if I would see him out here again. It’s not too far from my apartment, and there was something beguiling about him. We had definitely made eye contact that third time, and he had just stared at me, with an inviting look. I almost walked up to him then—I’d stopped running and took a couple steps in his direction, but then I chickened out, lamely pretending to check my watch as though I’d just remembered I had to be somewhere.
The sun set a while ago, and it’s just barely still twilight. The park is supposed to be closed now, and nobody’s around. This time I hadn’t been looking for him; I was heading out for some Chinese food around the corner and was taking the shortcut, and here he is. This time I’d walked up to him and said “hey” and we’d struck up a conversation. I felt lame telling him I loved his outfit, rambling a little bit about how I was too shy and unadventurous to get into any of that, and besides, I didn’t know anybody else. I even apologized for staring at him the other times and immediately regretted it since it was just proving what I dweeb I was.
He’d smiled at me. It wasn’t a smile of pity, thank God. It was something else that made my heart race a bit. “You know, it’s really unfortunate. There’s something I think you really want—you’re yearning for it—but it’s so far outside of who you are, you’ll never break through on your own.” I can’t keep eye contact. I look at the ground, at his huge leather boots. I feet so small.
And that’s when he surprised me with this talk of a one-time offer, the one that ‘any sane man’ would refuse. “If you say no, you won’t see me ever again. I won’t be coming back to this park in the future.”
“So what’s the offer?” I ask.
“Take your shirt off first.”
“Why?”
“Because I asked. If you’re too scared to do even that then…”
“No, fine.” I yank my t-shirt off and throw it on the ground next to me. I’m so unaccustomed to being shirtless in public. I was never that kind of guy who would go shirtless, even if playing soccer with friends on a hot day.
“Nice.” He says, looking me over. It makes me feel naked and vulnerable, but at the same time I love it. He pulls something out of his pocket and tosses it over to me. Clumsily I manage to catch it. It’s an amber glass bottle with a measured nasal spray pump on the top. He explains, “Here’s the deal, you inhale this. Twice in each nostril. Left-right-left-right, like that.”
“What, does it get me high?” I guess.
“It knocks you out.”
“What!?”
He shrugs, “It’ll knock you out cold. Don’t worry, I’ll catch you before you fall over.”
“And then what?”
“You won’t know. That’s the fun part: you’ll be putting yourself completely in my hands. You could wake up to absolutely anything.”
“That’s crazy!”
“I told you any sane man would walk away.”
“Yeah, sorry but…” I shake my head. I don’t know what to say. This has been such a weird conversation. I look at my shirt on the ground. I should lean over, pick it up, and go get my Chinese food. But I don’t move. I wish I had just had the nerve to flirt with him in the beginning, to ask if he wanted to mess around, even come over to my place. Maybe then we wouldn’t be in this place where he’s giving me this crazy ultimatum.
“Don’t sweat it. You’re probably making the smart decision.”
I’m looking at the bottle, at the dark viscous liquid in it. “You wouldn’t… be willing to give me… a hint.”
“Nope. I wouldn’t just take your wallet and leave you here in the park, but honestly there’s no reason for you to take my word about even that. If I told you that you would wake up in the middle of some sex party with a bunch of hot boys, it might make you feel better, but it would be an illusion if you thought it would be any safer.”
“So why should I take this?”
“Because there’s a rabbit hole that you yearn to go down, but you won’t on your own. And you’ll spend years staying stuck in this boring normal world, and you’ll resent yourself for it. Look, I don’t normally make offers like this, but I dunno—there’s something about you. One thing I will promise—I won’t have you make such a big leap and then be lazy and half-assed on my end. I’ll make sure your experience is unforgettable. Hell, you might even find it transformative.”
The twilight is gone. It’s full-on nighttime. The emptiness of the park is deafening. It’s starting to get a little chilly.
“You’ll catch me?”
He walks up to me, close enough that I could reach out and touch him. His arms hang at his sides, his hands open.
“Left-right-left-right.” I say to myself. I’m not going to do this. It would be crazy. “I’m essentially consenting to anything, aren’t I?”
“Anything and everything.” He says.
I pump a spray into my left nostril, snorting in hard while holding my other nostril closed with a finger. Then I quickly do the other. I already feel it hitting me. My vision is starting to go black around the edges. Damn, that’s fast! I move the nozzle back to my left nostril and squirt again, snorting. Everything is spinning. I’m about to black out before I can do the last spray. I know it’s not going to matter, but there’s a point of pride to getting the last one done—making sure that fourth of dose gets in there. I shove it in my right nostril and with the last strength in my hand I squeeze the pump and snort.
I feel his arms around me. My head slumps against his chest. Then darkness.
I feel really weird. It’s like when you wake up from one of those seriously deep dreams and you don’t know what day of the week it is, and then you realize you’re not even in your own bed, and finally after thinking really hard you realize you’re on vacation and this strange place is a hotel room. But you have to think really hard to put the pieces together because you’re in such a fog. I’m feeling so foggy.
There’s this voice. It sounds so distant! It’s a man’s voice. I can’t make out what it’s saying, but something about it makes me feel warm and safe and happy. I relax for a while and just let myself lay back and revel in this warm place, hearing his voice but not worrying about what it’s saying.
My skin is tingling all over. The sensation is so intense that for a while there’s nothing but the tingling and the voice. Actually, there’s something else: it’s also a kind of tingling, but a different one. This one has a sort of urgency to it, and it’s coming from one place rather than being all around. I realize it’s coming from the place where my legs come together with my body, my pelvis.
It’s so hard to think, but some awareness is starting to creep in, more and more. I’m aware that I’m laying on my back and my arms and legs are pointing radially out in all directions. I can’t move them. They are fixed in place.
There’s something about the voice now: I can almost make out individual words now… almost. The voice is so warm and comforting, like the most beautiful music, that I don’t really care whether I understand the words or not, but they’re starting to take shape. Individual sounds and syllables.
“Becoming clearer… Relaxed… Listen…”
The feeling in my groin sharpens. It’s giving me something to focus on. More than that, it’s demanding attention, becoming intense. I can feel my cock now, fiercely erect. All the tingling in the body seems to be flowing up my arms and legs, into my groin, feeding the erection, feeding the sense of urgency. I can’t move my arms or legs. There’s a tension pulling them in all directions. My wrists and ankles are wrapped in something tight and firm.
“… open your eyes when you’re ready… time to clear your head…”
I’m naked, except for something around my wrists and ankles. I can feel the cool air against my skin, and more than that, there’s the distinct lack of sensation that you get from clothing. My head is comfortable, propped up slightly with a pillow. Against my back and legs the surface is somewhat soft. I’m going to open my eyes.
“Hello there.” he says. There’s something about his voice, something so beautiful and calming. Something comfortable and familiar that makes me want to listen to it forever. His face is so familiar to me. Ever since I saw him that first time running through the park. His face got stuck in my head. He’s still shirtless, wearing that harness, those leather pants. He’s so beguiling, so mysterious, so desirable. “It’s time to let your awareness come back into you.”
“It’s hard,” my voice is slurred. “My head… thick.”
“That makes sense. You took a pretty big hit of the drug. I’ve never seen anybody make it past two sprays. You’re going to be under its power for several hours still. Do you remember taking it? I want you to try to remember. You were in the park. I gave you a vial. You were scared and excited at the same time. You wanted to know what would happen to you, but I wouldn’t tell you. Focus on that moment. Let the awareness creep back in.”
I’m lying on a pretty big bed, on top of the covers. Leather ankle and wrist straps hold me prone, arms and legs held tightly with chains. It’s hard to focus on anything more than this intense erection and the feeling of lust and desire for this man. I test the restraints. There’s a faint sound of metal as the chains pull against the bed frame. I look around the room. It’s sparsely decorated, dominated by the bed. There’s a small bedside table up near the wall, but it’s just on the periphery of my vision. I can’t make out what’s on it. The lighting is dim, and there aren’t any windows. I also notice that the ceiling has a number of hooks in it here and there.
“That’s good.” He says, “Let it all in.”
That calm, warm feeling starts to leave me.
“This is pretty intense.” I say.
He smiles and then puts a hand on my chest. The feeling of his skin on mine is like an electric shock. It runs down my spine and makes my cock strain even harder.
“Yeah, that’s the idea.” He says. “This feeling of excitement and anxiety and helplessness, it makes you feel alive, doesn’t it? Alive in a way that you’ve never felt in your life. And you’ve just started. This intensity is going to keep building.” His fingers run across my chest, over to my nipple. He starts running his fingertip around it in slow, light circles. Again a surge of energy shoots down into my groin.
“It’s already pretty overwhelming. I don’t… know how much more…” I suck my breath in as a massive shudder plays across my spinal column, my muscles spasming. I love the feel of his finger on my nipple, but I really can’t handle this.
“That’s the point.” He says, “I’m going to overwhelm your mind. This that you’re feeling right now—this is nothing.”
My heart starts racing.
He continues, “You are going to lose control, completely and utterly. I’m going to be in charge. I’m going to build all these feelings and sensations up. You’re going to be brought to the edge of climax until the point that you’re begging for release, but I’m not going to give it to you. Not until your mind snaps. And then I’m going to do it all over again.”
A new feeling starts building in me. It’s like a feeling of panic, but different. It’s so intense! All I can do is pull at my chains, tensing my body. It gives me a small feeling of release—to have something to channel the energy through—but it also reminds me of how helpless I am, and that just reinforces this feeling.
“Good. Good.” He says. His other hand starts stroking the inside of my thigh, just inches away from my groin, light and teasing. “Feel your helplessness, your nakedness. Your cock wants me to touch it, doesn’t it? It needs to be fed. It needs to be obeyed.” His voice is soft and rhythmic, and I remember how happy I’d felt a while ago, just listening to the timbre of it. “You know what the kicker of this all is?”
He waits for me to say something. The question’s call-and-response intonation demands that I say something. I have to answer.
“No…. what?”
“The kicker is just how much this entire scenario is turning you on. Your helplessness. The fact that I’ve told you I’m going to keep this up until you break. The restraints. Your nakedness. It’s all a huge turn-on to you. You’re loving it. You don’t want it to stop, do you?”
“Mmmmmmmppphh!” I can only manage an animalistic groan. The sensation from the light touch of his hands on my skin is driving me crazy. My cock is screaming to be touched. He’s right, this is such a turn-on.
There’s a knocking sound on the door. “Hello there. Doug told me to let myself in.”
A very blond guy walks in. He’s wearing a leather harness, but unlike my captor’s simple two straps around the shoulders and arms, this one crisscrosses his torso and joins a central metal ring right over his sternum. His forearms are covered with large wrist straps that almost resemble gauntlets, except for the telltale d-rings on the sides. Around his waist he’s wearing something that look like a cross between chaps and leather shorts, the crotch missing, exposing a slightly firm dick. The rest of him is barefoot and naked. He’s got a very slight build.
“You must be Puck. Is Doug still here?”
“Nah. He just dropped me off in the garage. You’re Kyle, right?”
My dark haired captor nods his head. “Pity. He’d have enjoyed this.”
“So this is the piece of meat I heard about?” Puck asks, walking over to me.
“Yep. What do you think?”
“Looks like he’s pretty cranked-up already.”
“He took four snorts. He’s sailing. You’re timing’s perfect. There’s still time to bond him to you—I mean the really strong way.”
“Wow. You sure?” The blond raises his eyebrows.
“Doug said you’d be up for this.”
The blond looks me over. I’ve got no idea what he’s thinking. Frankly, the whole conversation is going over my head.
“Yeah, of course I am. Besides, it’s not my place to say. I’m just a humble slave.” The blond says. There’s something playful and puckish about him. His name suits him.
“That’s not what I heard. Anyway, hop on up.” Kyle instructs.
Puck first hands him something that looks like a small case. “I was supposed to bring this for you, right?” Then he leaps onto the bed and straddles me, his knees and hands planted along the sides of my legs. He puts his head down near the head of my dick. “He’s got a beautiful penis. That’ll be a perk. Can I lick it?”
I moan a little bit. My cock is screaming to be touched. Fuck, yes, please!
“First thing first.” Kyle says, and he gets something that was sitting on the bedside table just out of my view. It's a black rubber dildo of modest size. Kyle squeezes some lube on it first and then hands it to Puck. “Oh, and let’s see if some of my earlier programming works. I implanted a trigger…” Kyle stands right behind Puck and pulls out a studded collar. It doesn’t exactly match Puck’s outfit. It looks like it’s made from a dark-gray spongy material, maybe neoprene, but it’s close. Puck sits still while he fastens it around his neck.
Something in my head jolts suddenly. I don’t know what’s going on, but there’s something about Puck that captivates and enthralls me.
Puck smiles at me, and my heart skips a beat. He’s so beautiful and his smile engenders this feeling of trust and comfort. All I can say is “Whoa.”
“Hello there, brother.” He says. “We’re going to spend a lot of time together. You’ve got a big journey ahead of you, becoming a sex slave. I’m going to watch out for you—help you out as you transition. My name is Puck…” he says with a slightly silly voice, like a teacher instructing a little kid, “… and you don’t have a name yet. For now, you will just go by ‘slave’ until you’re given a name.”
I stare at him. I’m still somewhat enthralled, but there’s something a little weird about the whole thing.
“Sounds silly, huh?” Kyle says, reading my mind. “You may not be bought into this yet, but you will. That drug that’s still swirling in your brain—it’s still opening you up. Your mind is prone in a way you can’t even imagine. When Puck says you’re going to be a sex slave, it’s the absolute truth, and you know it deep inside.”
He’s starting to use that calm, soothing voice again. “Look into Puck’s eyes. Isn’t he handsome. He’s going to be your partner for a long time, at your side, loyal, dedicated to helping you with your transformation. You know you can trust him. You’re going to let him into your confidence. You’ll always feel compelled to share your innermost thoughts and desires with him. You just won’t be able to hold your tongue when you’re around him. Isn’t that exciting?”
“Ohmygod.” I hear myself saying.
“In fact, he’s going to see if we can take you past the role of ‘sex slave’ into that of ‘sex pig’ and maybe even ‘sex fiend’. What do you think about that, Puck?”
“Wow.” he says. “Yeah, I’m up for that.” Then he looks down at me: “We’ve got some work to do!”
I stare at the dildo in Puck’s hand, and something inside me makes me hope that he’s going to put it inside me. I want to let this beautiful young guy do all sorts of things to me. He suddenly bends down and sticks his face in my ass. He runs his tongue expertly along my sphincter, making me writhe. Then he’s back up with that mischievous grin, and he pushes the head of the dildo firmly against me. “Open up for me. Take it into you. You know your ass is hungry for it.”
“Puck is going to spend a lot of time with you, opening you up, turning you into a championship fuck-toy.” Kyle says. “He’s going to move into your apartment with you, at least while you’re still living there. I’m going to program you to think he’s always been your close friend and confident, that you’d always talked about someday living together.”
Puck twists the dildo a little bit and pushes it slowly in, occasionally pulling it out a little bit before going back in deeper. I desperately want him to be proud of me. I try to relax and visualize somehow drawing it into me.
“Not bad.” he says, encouragingly. “I bet I’ll be fisting you by this time next week. You want that, don’t you?”
Kyle starts up again with the soothing voice, “As you feel your ass penetrated and opened up, feel your willpower evaporating. You want to be a slave. You want to have guys pound your ass. You want to be a cute little obedient cum dump. Think about how hot this is. Just like I was telling you earlier. There’s nothing hotter than being programmed, being turned into a hungry bottom. Knowing that the two of us are going to keep edging you up and breaking you down until you can’t even remember who you used to be.”
It’s so fucking weird, being told that I’m going to be programmed and what the programming is going to be. But the idea of it being true makes me a little giddy. I sort of want it to be true.
The dildo is all the way in. Kyle smiles and twists is around and pulls it in and out a bit. He says, “I think he’s ready for you.”
Kyle gets a couple more objects from from the table. He kneels on the bed beside Puck and puts the objects on the bed between them. Then he undoes a couple snaps, and the front panel of his pants comes off. I see his cock for the first time; it’s generous and already pretty firm. He strokes it a few times and then points it at Puck, who bends over and swallows and noisily suckles it for a while. I can see Puck’s dick is already standing at full attention.
Then Kyle picks up the two objects. He hands one to Puck. “Here, put this on our slave and secure him well.” Then he opens the other item; it’s the case that Puck had brought him earlier. Inside there’s a pair of syringes.
Meanwhile, Puck, leaving the dildo in my ass and holding it there with his knee, holds the other object up for me to see. It’s a small network of straps arranged around a flat cupped piece of leather. Protruding from its center is a small black rubber phallus. “Suckle on this for me,” he says, and puts it in my mouth. Then he stretches the rest of the muzzle around my head and straps it in place. But my eyes are fixed on the syringes. Kyle has taken one out of the case and is pulling the cap off of the needle.
Puck reaches behind me, and I hear a jingling sound: there was a fifth chain attached to the headboard behind me. He pulls my head back so it’s firmly nestled in the pillow and there’s a click as he secures my head in place. I can no longer see what Kyle is doing. He’s out of my range of view.
“I’m going to fuck you now.” Kyle says, adding. “Both of you.” He puts a hand on my thigh and then runs it along my cock. “We both know how much you’ve been wanting this. Before we met today, you know you craved the idea. And now that you’re here with me, you want it more than you want anything in the world.”
It’s true. As hot and exciting as this entire day has been, it doesn’t even touch the amount of lust I’m feeling for Kyle right now. I want him to open me up and plant his seed inside me. I can’t think of anything else.
“That was true before today.” He continues, “I know because I got you to tell me while you were in the deepest trance, but then I spend a long time planting this in your brain before I woke you up. You want me so badly that nothing else in the world exists. You would do anything for it, wouldn’t you.”
The purity of the words ring an echo in my brain. Yes. I want him. I’ll do anything.
Kyle takes Puck’s place in front of me. Puck unhooks the chains from the lower part of the bed, stands on the mattress and snaps them into hooks on the ceiling, pulling my legs up so my feet point up and out. Kyle’s running his finger along my ass. Then I think he’s stroking his cock. I still can’t see him except a bit through my lower peripheral vision.
He gives something to Puck and then places his strong hands under my hips. “This little ‘booster’ Puck is going to give you—it’s a pretty potent thing. Basically it mimics the dynamics in your brain that are associated with addiction. Whatever you are thinking and experiencing when it's administered, you develop a fixation and need for that thing. You’ll always have a deep hunger for it. All of this—me, Puck, your being naked and chained to the bed, having your ass opened up, being programmed, becoming a sex slave—you’re going to crave it all like you’ve never craved anything before.”
He slaps his dick against my thigh a few times while he talks. It’s hard to think with my desire for him, the lust in my own groin, everything running through me at once.
“Puck’s going to get it too. It’ll cement his commitment to you and your conversion. He hardly needs it really; he’s been programmed and conditioned pretty thoroughly and his triggers are well established. But it’ll drive his lust for watching you become a slave, for being part of the transformation.”
Puck is holding my arm in his hand. I feel a pin prick. “Ready when you are.” He says.
Kyle lifts my ass with his hands and slowly eases his cock into me. I’m enraptured. Yes yes yes yes! I want this so badly! I’m so happy. He starts pushing in harder and then driving his hips in and out. Puck is in there, now. Sometimes he’s able to get his mouth over my cock—he’s an amazing cock sucker! I’ll have to get him to teach me. Other times he’s just pumping it with his hand. The muzzle prevents me from making any noise, it’s pecker gag fills my mouth, holding my tongue down, the overall mouth cover muffling whatever grunts and groans that I can manage.
All of this sensation inundates my mind, my very consciousness. There’s this underlying feeling of panic, of “Oh my God, what have I gotten myself into?” underneath it all. I can feel this distant part of my mind straining and squirming, and its coupled with a feeling of utter helplessness. And you know what? It’s fucking turning me on even more! It’s heightening the excitement, the horniness, the whole experience. Is my mind going to snap? No, not yet. I think we’re just beginning.
Kyle stops fucking me. He’s pacing himself. He tells Puck to take over, that he’ll be back in a couple minutes. Puck unhooks my ankle and wrist straps from the chains and then has me turn over onto my stomach, and then they are reattached to the bed. He starts to massage my back and shoulders and limbs a bit. It’s nice because I was beginning to lose circulation in some places. Then his tongue is back down in my ass. Fuck, he’s good at that. I feel my sphincter puckering with excitement. For a moment he lays his body along mine and rubs up and down. I feel his cock slide into me a few times. His blond hair is ticking my shoulder.
He whispers, “Just a quick bit of fun between brothers,” and then just as quickly he’s out of me.
Kyle returns, lugging something big and heavy over his shoulder. It’s almost as big as he is, maybe bigger. He drops it on the floor. Puck gets off the bed and helps him do something. I hear the sound of something rubber being moved around and zippers moving. Kyle comes over and unhooks me from the chains. He puts his hands on my sides and gently but firmly rolls me over and helps me sit up. The thing on the floor looks like a giant rubber sarcophagus. It’s splayed open like a blooming flower.
“You’re getting in there.” Kyle tells me. “Time to move you from sensory overload to sensory deprivation.”
He leads me off of the bed and down to the floor. He takes the ankle straps off of me, and I surprise myself by whining through my mask.
“You miss the feeling of the straps already? Wow, that’s impressive. That’s really good. I want you to miss them. But you see, I can’t let you have them right now. It would give you something to focus on when you’re in there. You’ll see what I mean. Slide your feet in here. Puck, here, make sure he’s really well coated.”
Kyle hands Puck a canister, and Puck starts pouring something viscus over my legs and rubbing it all over my skin. It’s like lube, except that it’s thicker. I put my legs into the center, and then Kyle puts his hands under my armpits and lifts me up a bit and starts sliding me into the opening. Puck keeps pouring the goo over my body, rubbing it all over my groin and ass and waist. I can feel that there’s a sort of wall near the bottom of this thing that goes between my legs so my feet don’t touch each other.
Kyle then removes my wrist straps and again I feel a great sadness.
“See these pockets in the sides? Yes, exactly. Put your hands in there.”
As I’m scooting into this thing, there are two holes for my arms to go into. At this point, I’m lucky to have Kyle and Puck helping to guide and push me in. Otherwise I would have had a hard time getting it all figured out! I have my hands in the sleeves and am starting to scoot in when Kyle stops me.
“Do you know how this next part works?” he asks Puck. Puck nods. “Okay, you get him hooked up while I prepare something for you.”
“Ah yes!” Puck says, excited about something. Then he fishes his hand into the rubber depths around where my groin is going to be, and he pulls out what looks like a big tube. The end of it is strange looking, it has two holes on the side and a hard plastic cylinder that hinges open on one side. “We’re going to put your dick into this tube like this…” He pulls the tube and the lowers it over my cock and slides it down. “It’s a bit like Chinese finger handcuffs. Once you’re in, it’ll help us guide your junk into place. And now your balls go into here,” he maneuvers my testicles into the two gaps, “And then this clamps over the base… like… this!”
With a little pulling, my balls and the base of my shaft are held out from my pelvis by this hard plastic sleeve. I’m not used to the feeling of my balls being held out like this. I think it’s acting like a cock ring, making my cock get even stiffer.
“Okay, I’m ready to guide him it.” Puck says.
“Take his muzzle off first.” Kyle says, as he crouches down beside Puck, pulling the cap off the other other syringe. Kyle reaches around my head and unbuckles the muzzle, gently pulling the pecker gag out of my mouth. Again, I’m filled with this sensation of emptiness.
Puck sees my face and says, “Don’t worry, you’ll have something else to suck on in a second.”
“Ready? I want you to look into his eyes now.” Kyle says, “Think about what we’re doing right now to him. What we’re going to be doing over the next few days.” Kyle cleans a spot on his arm with an alcohol swab. “Think about moving in with him, becoming his roommate, keeping him in a state of perpetual horniness, reinforcing the programming, reshaping his personality.”
Puck fixes his eyes on mine. They are so bright blue. He leans forward and plants a big, wet kiss on my lips and then sits back again. Kyle brings the needle up to his arm and gently slides it in.
He continues, “Think about getting him into the cocoon, about getting him edged up and helpless in the sensory deprivation. How many hours do you think we can keep him in there? While he’s in there cooking, we’re going to fuck like crazy. I’m going to own your mind and body like I own his.” Pucks eyes roll up into their sockets and his lids flutter. Then they return to staring at me.
His mischievous smile takes on an evil edge. “Okay, let’s do this!” He says. “This is going to be fun!” He and Kyle get on both sides of me and push my shoulders downward. “Lean back and point your toes.” He instructs. I lean back, flattening myself out, and let them push me in another foot or so. I feel my feet slip through some other inner opening, and then they’re sandwiched inside some soft rubber folds. My hands feel something at the ends of the sleeves, like the finger holes of a glove. I let me fingers go into them and then I curl my hands into a ball and now I can use my arms to pull myself the rest of the way in.
Meanwhile, I see that Kyle and Puck are now pulling at some straps. It’s weird: it’s like these long cords that are coming out of holes on the outside of the contraption. As the straps get pulled out, the entire opening is closing in on itself, tightening up around me. I also feel a slow but steady pull on my dick. That tube Puck had put around it no longer has any slack; it’s pulled most of itself into the depths of the sarcophagus, guiding my cock into place somewhere below! The exterior straps seem to be pulled as far as they can go, and now Kyle and Puck are pulling them around the outside, through various buckles until they’re all wrapped around me.
Then they start pulling at a second pair of cords, and everything starts closing around me even more. I feel my dick get pulled through some tight spot and then into some sort of chamber. For a moment it gets really painful as my balls get pulled through the same opening, but finally everything is secure.
Kyle leaves to get something while Puck puts a hood around my head. It’s got these padded flaps that press firmly against my ears. He squeezes something, and the ear pads start to inflate and suddenly everything gets really quiet. I can barely hear the most muffled sounds. Kyle smiles at me and gives me a thumbs-up sign and I just nod. Then he gets something else out and in an exaggerated fashion, he pantomimes putting something into his mouth and then sticks a finger in his nostrils. Then he lowers the thing over my face, and I can see there’s something I’m supposed to stick in my mouth—a bit flatter than the pecker gag on the muzzle—and two small nibs that are supposed to fit in my nostrils. I’m not in any position to fight him, so I let him secure it into place, biting down on the mouthpiece and letting the other bits fit up my nose, and a big black shell covers my eyes.
I think they’re pulling those straps again, because the whole thing keeps tightening over me, enveloping me. Then I feel them again wrapping the straps into buckles and tightening everything up. I hear a faint pumping sound and the mouthpiece swells and holds my tongue down firmly again the bottom of my jaw, and I feel the nosepiece flare out and fill my nostrils. Everything is really dark and really silent. I strain to hear anything at all, but I can’t hear anything. I suddenly feel very alone.
“Hello there.” comes Kyle’s familiar voice, very loud and clear. It sounds like it’s almost coming from inside my head. “I’d ask if you can hear me, but there’s no way for you to answer. Are you feeling nice and snug and immobile? Good. But hang on a sec, we’re going to take it up one more level.”
All is quiet again. I feel the vibrations of Kyle walking on the floor next to me. It’s amazing how quickly your senses sharpen when other stimulus is taken away! I can feel someone doing something to the outside of the sarcophagus. Suddenly there is a is a slight vibration and noise coming from all around me. The entire rubber shell around me seems to be swelling and pressing in from all angles. Everything is getting more rigid, and all of my limbs—my feet and hands and cock—are all getting held in place, even more immobilized. I feel like I’m getting lifted slightly off the ground.
The vibration stops. Silence. Then I’m rolled over. I’m facing downward, but it’s almost hard to tell because all my senses are muted. All of my skin feels rubber and wet goo all over. I’m moving again, but I can’t figure out what’s going on. I feel this slight sensation like I’m flying. Then things get still again.
“Alright, that’s it.” Kyle’s voice comes again in my head. “Hang on…”
There’s a flicker and all of a sudden I can see. Sort of. My vision is filled with a video image. I see a projection of Kyle in the room. The image tilts around a bit, and I can guess that Puck is holding a video camera, its feed being beamed into a visor over my eyes.
“There we go. I think you can see this. Again, there’s no way for you to tell me.”
Something’s doesn’t make sense. I can see the room, the bed, Kyle, a bit of a clutter of odds and ends on the floor, but I don’t see the sarcophagus. I don’t know where I am!
“Are you enjoying the feeling? It’s a bit of a head trip, and after a few hours it’s going to keep getting more intense. Are you read to see something cool?” Kyle smiles into the camera. Then he points upward.
The image tilts up and my stomach lurches. The sarcophagus is attached to the ceiling. I’ve been hoisted up about ten feet, and my back must be fastened to some of those hooks I saw earlier. The thing is puffy and swollen. Its chambers have been fully inflated.
“I’ve been told this feels like flying. Sometimes we’ll have you pointing up, sometimes you’ll be pointing down. After a day or two, you’ll actually start to lose your sense of direction. This thing has a few cool remote control features. Watch this.”
Kyle picks up his smartphone and touches the controls. Suddenly I feel a wet sucking sensation around my cock.
“I’ve got a few settings on this. You’ll be surprised what it’s capable of! We didn’t put the electrified butt plug in your ass this time, but I swear it’ll blow your mind. And finally, there’s this…” He presses a control and then looks at the camera, smiling, waiting for something
What’s he waiting for? Is something supposed to happen? I strain all my senses: is something different. Then Kyle pantomimes something, waving his fingers under his nose, sniffing. Oh shit! Does something smell different? My heart races and I involuntarily start breaking more heavily. I’m feeling a little lightheaded, foggy.
Kyle presses another button and the video image vanishes. Instead, my eyes are filled with swirling, colors, flashing and bubbling and churning. The sound in my ears changes to a cacophony of patterns, metallic voices, rhythmic beating. I can barely make out one of the voices: “Focus on your cock. It’s so stiff. Feel the wonderful sensations around it. Let those sensations wash over your mind.”
There’s nothing I can do. I can’t feel my body anymore. I feel rubber and wet goo everywhere. I feel my cock straining while the goo sloshes around it. I’m getting dizzier.
The swirling patterns go away, and I can see the video feed again. They’ve put the camera on some sort of stand. It’s pointed at the bed. Kyle has put that muzzle on Puck, and now he also has his hands bound in some round balls of rubber so that they just look like tight round balls. Kyle throws him on the bed and then comes behind him and starts fucking him.
All I can do is watch as they have sex. I yearn to feel Kyle’s hands on my body again. All I reel is rubber and slipperiness. I feel like my body doesn’t exist. I can’t move my fingers or even my toes. I can’t even feel them to be honest. The only thing I feel is my cock. And then the sucking sensation around it stops. Something happened. Maybe the chamber inflated? I can’t feel my cock anymore. Well, I can feel the needful emptiness. I can feel it engorged, straining desperately against the nothingness.
The hypnotic voice keeps running through my head, “Empty, alone. Nothing but the words. The words and your horniness. The void that you’ll do anything to fill…” I watch Kyle and Puck, and I yearn to be there with them. But there I am. I can see a little bit of the inflated rubber object in view, up there on the ceiling, motionless. There I am.
(Featuring another tremendous original illustration by my bro @grahamgroans - censored for Tumblr, but soon available elsewhere in its full, original splendor…)
Warning: long one!!!
Previously…
“For real?” Blake asked, all horny, youthful enthusiasm. “You guys wanna… you mean, we can…”
“You think I came over here just so the two of you could watch each other fuck my face?” Jim growled, his voice thick with spit and their precum, grinning playfully as he stood up, stroking their hefty cocks all the way. Hugh grinned lustily at him, and soon Blake was mirroring him.
Jim stepped in real close, feeling their body heat radiating over him, and fed each one a deep, lusty, precum-tangy kiss in turn. First Hugh, then his son. As they kissed, Blake ran his hand down Jim’s thick flank and over the beefy, powerful swell of his ass.
“Yeah, you got the idea, son,” Jim growled, loving the way Blake’s eyes flared at that last part. “Why don’t you hot fucks get out of those suits, and let’s see what other good ideas we can come up with.”
All Jim had to do was strip off his T-shirt and he was naked and ready to go. But the Burton men were still mostly dressed, and Jim savored the sight of them stepping out of their matching suit pants, the way the long, thick muscles of their big legs articulated, the near-identical way they shifted. It was a little bit like watching a mirror reflection, only one side was lightly patinated with age, a little distorted, the man in it showing thicker than the fresh-faced young stud opposite him. Jim doubted Hugh and Blake knew how similarly they moved, how crazy alike they looked even in the simple act of taking their pants off. He was likely the only person who’d ever seen it before, and the thrill of that – the privilege of being invited to see it in action – coursed through him, vibrating all the way up through the thickness of his wet-tipped hardon as he slow-stroked it and admired them.
God damn, this was quite a thing, what was happening between the three of them tonight. And for all of his misgivings this past week about everything that had gone down, the anxiety and recriminations and self-doubt that had been twisting at his guts ever since Blake had stepped up to him in this very room a couple days ago and he hadn’t stepped back, Jim wouldn’t have traded a single moment of it all. Made all this that much richer, deeper, hotter now. And so far, they’d barely even scratched the surface of all the things they could do together. Jim felt himself thrilled to the core, like a kid on Christmas morning, and he couldn’t help but grin.
Blake took off his pants – his father’s pants – and laid them neatly over the back of the armchair by the closet door. Jim watched Hugh watching his son, the way his best friend’s eyes raked over his strapping son’s studly form, the movement of his big, long thighs and powerful young ass, a smile on his face. Jim could see a lot in that look – pride, of course, but something more intimate too, a streak of desire that Jim had never seen Hugh direct at his son before. Even under the intense, heated circumstances they were in, it was a surprise to him – a hot kind of surprise, though, one that set off spot fires all around the steady-burning heat in his loins.
Blake turned and took Hugh’s pants too, laying them carefully beside the first pair, and there was a similar kind of look on the big kid’s face when he looked to his handsome father, a mix of respect and warmth and subtle desire of his own. Fuck, they looked so damn good together, even more than usual, their lower bodies exposed, all muscles and hard, near-identical cocks standing up proud below their shirttails, still half-clad in suit jackets and shirts. Jim found himself squeezing just below the head of his cock, trying to hold off the suddenly impending load he wanted so badly to shoot.
Hugh reached out to his son, thick fingers taking hold of the lapels of the handsomely tailored suit jacket his son was wearing, running them down the tapers. It was an incredibly intimate thing to watch, made even more so by the exposed musculature of Blake’s torso showcased by the unbuttoned shirt he wore, the proud arc of his big, hard young cock between them, matching his father’s. Blake’s cheeks colored a little as he looked down at his father’s big hands moving over the fabric, then up at his father’s face again, the desire coming up more strongly in his expression now, simmering beneath the respectful way he regarded the man who’d made him.
“You wear it well, son,” Hugh rumbled in that low, rich baritone of his.
“Not as well as you do, Dad,” Blake said, his voice a younger copy of Hugh’s. “Got some growing to do before I fill it out like you.”
Hugh smiled, ran his hands up to Blake’s broad suited shoulders, and turned him around, facing the big mirror by the closet. Jim watched as his best friend smoothed his big hands over his son’s brawny shoulders, feeling incredibly privileged to witness this intimate moment between the handsome men. Blake let out a sigh as Hugh’s strong hands traveled outward across his shoulders, down the thick shape of his upper arms, then back up again to the collar. The big young stud shifted around inside the jacket, moving with his father as Hugh slipped it from his shoulders and laid it on top of the pairs of suit pants over the back of the chair. His hands returned to Blake’s body, moving slowly over the fine cotton of the dress shirt, and the strong young musculature beneath, the two of them looking into the mirror.
“You’ve grown up real fine, buddy,” Hugh murmured. “Couldn’t be prouder.”
Hugh tugged his undone tie from around Blake’s neck, draped it over the growing pile of clothing on the chair, then returned his hands to Blake’s handsome frame. The way he trailed his thick fingertips down over the rich fabric of the dress shirt was incredibly sensual to Jim, and that was just watching it – he couldn’t imagine how it must feel to Blake. Well, he could – he knew pretty well the feeling of Hugh’s fingers on his own body, but that touch must have been something even more heightened for Blake, now. He found himself starting to stroke again now, slowly, savoring the feeling as he took in the sight before him, watching Hugh’s surprisingly nimble fingers undo the buttons of Blake’s shirt cuffs, then trail up the length of his arms, over his chest, to the collar of the shirt. It rustled softly as Hugh eased it back off his son’s shoulders, the muscles in them bunching beautifully as Blake shrugged his way out of the last stitch of fabric. And then he stood, naked and glorious, his cock carving a thick, hard, wet-tipped arc, as he and his father gazed at his reflection in the mirror before them.
“Real damn fine, son,” Hugh said, voice low and deep and rich, his hands coming to Blake’s lats. Then he lowered his head and pressed a kiss to Blake’s shoulder, and Jim could see the big young stud’s cock bounce in the air as he sucked in a ragged breath, his cheeks flushing brightly again.
(Thanks, as always, to my bro @grahamgroans for another stunning piece of original art! Edited for new Tumblr regime compliance…)
(Heads-up: long one!)
“I think I’ve got the perfect costume,” Blake said as they rounded the corner from the park.
“What’s that?” Jim huffed, trying to keep his voice level. Damn kid and his long legs. Four miles at a solid pace, and he was barely breaking a sweat. Jim had always been a strong runner, surprisingly so for a guy of his stature, but there was nothing like regular runs with a 21-year-old to put things into perspective. First the kid had outgrown him, and now he could outrun him, and he supposed that was just the way things went.
“I’m gonna go as Dad,” Blake said, grinning to himself as he did.
Jim barked out a panting laugh. “That’s either the most inspired idea, or the laziest one.”
“Sometimes a thing can be both, right?” Blake said, turning his grin on Jim, and yeah, right there, he could see it. Damn, the kid really had grown up. Sure, he’d always taken after Hugh, more and more so the older he got, as his shoulders broadened and he filled out, got tall and strong and deep in the chest like his father was. Jim hadn’t really noticed it too much before, but now he saw how Blake’s features had shifted too, starting to resolve themselves, taking on their adult form. Hugh’s form there, too, especially when Blake smiled.
Jim felt a weird little twinge at the notion that the kid he’d watched grow up was a man now, and he supposed he was allowed to feel a little paternal about that. But damn, he really did look so much like his father. Same strong square jaw, same proud, straight nose, even the same prominent cleft chin. And when he smiled like that, he looked exactly like the good-looking young father who’d moved in across the street fifteen years ago. That gave Jim a whole different kind of twinge, and now all of a sudden he had two warring factions inside him, the wistful and the… shit, best not to think about it. Yeah. Put it out of mind.
“C’mon, it’ll be a total trip, he’ll laugh his ass off,” Blake said as they slowed for the cooldown stretch heading into their street. “I could even fake some gray on my temples, try and get a little five o’clock shadow goin’…”
Jim swallowed hard, because fuck, he could picture that pretty damn precisely, and that was a thing he wasn’t supposed to be thinking about. Not that way. Not about this kid. Too late not to think about his Dad like that, that ship had well and truly sailed, but this… this was dangerous territory.
“Not saying you couldn’t pull it off, sure…” Jim said, trying not to let the uneasiness that had suddenly settled into his stomach show through in his voice. Uneasiness, and… fuck. Maybe it was already too late.
“Oh I know I can pull it off,” Blake said confidently, a jut of certainty to his jaw that was 100% his father, and Jim made himself look away. He started wondering if the sweat prickling between his shoulder blades was from the run, or something else altogether.
“C’mon, I’ll show you,” Blake urged, nudging Jim with his elbow, an infectious youthful excitement in his voice. “I’ve already got it figured out, you’ll see. But I could use somebody else’s eye to make sure I got it right, y’know?”
In spite of himself and his better instincts, Jim found himself nodding. There was no good reason to decline — no good reason he could say out loud, at least.
“Yeah, sure, I guess so…” Jim said, and Blake beamed and punched his shoulder. It was a pulled punch, but there was real power behind it, just like his father had, and Jim cursed himself inside some more.
“It’s the best idea ever, you’ll see,” Blake said excitedly, picking up the pace again to jog towards his house. Jim was pretty sure it wasn’t, at least not for him, but he sucked it up and followed the big handsome kid anyway.
I have a new file for you. Hypnoquest is a mental adventure game that uses conscious and unconscious experiences to increase trance safety and trance depth. In the file, I ask you to place yourself in particular environments. You don’t have to have a good imagination in order to do this. You don’t need to form clear mental pictures… or any mental pictures. Do you remember what your last meal was? If I served it to you again, what’s the first thing you’d notice about it? Say your answer in your mind before reading further.
In answering the questions above, you had to construct some aspect of the meal. It could be a very cursory depiction or sense memory, but that’s really all you need for Hypnoquest. When you were little, did anyone read you bedtime stories? Well, think of this as a kind of bedtime story… about you…
Speaking of bedtime stories, there is no wake-up at the end of Hypnoquest. I want to give you the freedom to fully explore the place you end up. I think it’s a place you’ll like, so I didn’t want to rush you to leave. You can even make a playlist, adding another hypnofile to start when Hypnoquest ends, building upon your trance. That said, if you need to be fully alert by a particular time, it’s best that you set an alarm.
You can download Hypnoquest here.
A huge thanks to everyone who beta-tested the file! It would not be possible for me to release these files with such confidence without all your insight and feedback!
Hope you're having a fantastic holiday season. Here's to a happy, safe, and trancy 2026!
P.S. Here's a side quest after your first listen: there are 11 musical Easter eggs in the file, two of them just in the opening disclaimer. See how many you can identify.
My hot stepdad, Ryan, took me out on a two-day camping trip in another failed attempt to bond with me. I didn't want to go, but my mom insisted that a "boys' trip" would be good for us and the wreck that was our relationship. Ryan wasn't a bad stepdad, quite the contrary, he cared about my mom and me, and was trying to make it work. But he didn't know I was gay and that I sniffed his dirty underwear when he wasn't home, so that made this camping trip very hard for me. And by hard, I mean rock hard and throbbing.
After a boring day of fishing and hearing his life stories that I didn't care about, the night finally came. We set a bonfire, and he tried to start a conversation about the next football game, and just like that, I was wishing that he would go back to talking about his boring life stories. We just had nothing in common, but I really appreciated the effort he was putting into making it work. I really did.
We slept in different tents, of course, but I wish I were sleeping in his, cuddling against his hairy, muscular body, listening to his sexy baritone voice whispering to my ear as he pounded my hole with powerful thrusts. I slept with a smile on my face and a tent inside the tent.
I woke up in the middle of the night with a full bladder. I slipped outside into the cold air and headed toward a tree at the edge of our small clearing.
As I started to pee, a faint glow caught my eye high in the sky—something small and luminous, trailing a thin streak of light. It fell quickly, silently, and struck the ground with a muffled thud in the woods no more than fifty yards away.
Curiosity overrode any sense of caution. I zipped up and jogged toward the impact site, pushing through low branches until I reached a patch of disturbed earth. There, half-buried in pine needles and dirt, lay a crashed spacecraft—no bigger than a large model kit you’d see on a hobbyist’s shelf. It looked impossibly real. The interior lights flickered weakly through a cracked viewport. Then a small hatch hissed open.
Out stumbled a figure no taller than my pinky finger. It was clearly injured—one limb clutched awkwardly against its side—but unmistakably humanoid. His wide eyes fixed on me with a mix of pain and wary intelligence.
I stood frozen, heart pounding, staring at the tiny alien that had just fallen from the stars into our quiet campsite.
"Help me, giant." He asked with a high alien voice.
"H-How can I help you?... we don't have hospitals for aliens here," I said, carefully taking him in my hands. He was so small.
"My injuries are severe. To regenerate, I require a host from your species. Only by absorbing upon the neural energy of one of your kind's brain can I restore myself fully."
"I think I know a brain you can use..."
Back at the clearing, I was standing outside Ryan's tent, I looked at the alien in my hand, and I couldn't believe what I was about to do to my own nice stepdad.
"Are you sure he's gonna be ok? He won't turn into a zombie or something like that, right? I wouldn't forgive myself."
"He's going to be fine. At worst, he will wake up with a headache."
I nodded and then slowly unzipped his tent, my cock hardened at the sight of Ryan sleeping, his unbuttoned flannel shirt exposing his hairy chest moving up and down as he loudly snored.
I carefully crawled into the tent, doing my best to not awaken him. I carefully put the alien right next to his ear, the alien was fast and crawled inside. Ryan's eyes suddenly opened in shock, and his body jerked violently, his back arched and his head tilted back exposing his veiny neck.
Suddenly, he made a long sigh, then his body relaxed and his face became blank. His eyes stayed open, gazing at the tent's ceiling. The alien had explained that he needed seven hours to fully absorb all of Ryan's brain nutrients and heal his alien body, which meant I had seven hours to entertain myself with my hot stepdad's body!
I sat on top of Ryan, straddling him, and started feeling up his hairy chest. My hands squeezed his pecs, and I couldn't help but moan at finally being able to feel his chest hair against my palms. I gently stroked his beard and then kissed him. He didn't kiss me back, but that was still the hottest kiss I've ever had.
I crawled between his spread legs, my heart hammering so loud I swore he’d wake up, I had to constantly remind myself that he had an alien inside his brain. My fingers hooked into his sweats and tugged them down just enough. White briefs, fuck, those classic tighty-whities hugging the fattest bulge I’d ever seen. Even soft, the outline of his dick and those heavy balls made my mouth water. I leaned in, pressed my nose right against the warm cotton, and breathed him in deep: clean sweat, a little musk from the hike earlier, pure man. My head spun, finally I was sniffing his underwear with the source of all that musk filling it.
I peeled the briefs down carefully, like I was unwrapping something holy. His cock flopped out thick and heavy, half-hard already from all the sniffing. I didn’t waste time. I slid my lips over the fat head, tasting the salty skin, and started sucking slowly and sloppily. Almost right away he thickened in my mouth, swelling bigger and bigger till I had to stretch my jaw wide. Eight inches easy, veiny, and perfect.
I then climbed up, straddled his hips, and lined that slick monster up with my hole. One push and the head popped in; I bit my lip so hard to keep from moaning out loud, but then I remembered again that he wouldn't wake up no matter what, and so I started moaning as loud as I could. At the same time, I sank down slowly, inch by inch, feeling him split me open while he just kept breathing deep and staring up with a mindless face.
God, riding him like that was unreal. I rolled my hips in lazy circles at first, savoring every throb inside me, watching his handsome face every time I bottomed out. His big hands stayed slack by his sides, so I grabbed them and put them on my thighs like he was guiding me. I picked up the pace, bouncing harder. The whole tent rocked and swayed with every hard bounce I took on him.
One more grind, one more slide all the way down till my ass met his hips, and I lost it. I came hard, shooting thick ropes all over his hairy chest and beard, painting those perfect pecs white while my hole clenched around him like crazy.
I collapsed forward, panting, smearing my mess between us. His dick was still buried inside me, half-hard and pulsing. I didn’t pull off. Just nuzzled into his neck and let his big, warm body comfort me. My own personal giant teddy bear. I closed my eyes and drifted off stuffed full and happier than I’d ever been.
I woke up the next day when I felt Ryan's body stir and he started to wake up. I quickly jumped out of his body, and he slowly sat. He looked down at his body and caressed his hairy pecs. He then pulled the sheets off his lap, revealing his thick hard shaft. He gave it a few strokes and looked at me with a charming smile.
"Good morning, giant. Well... you're not so giant anymore now that I'm bigger than you," The alien said as he made Ryan make a double biceps pose, "Thank you for putting me in this body, without your help I would have died."
"It was my pleasure. So, are you healed now?"
"Yes, I am fully healed, I have absorbed all the energy from your stepdad's brain," he suddenly stared at his cock with a confused look, "That's weird..."
"What? Something's wrong?"
"There's a weird feeling in his crotch, I think-" And suddenly he started peeing all over himself and inside the tent. It was a total mess. Once the stream died off, he looked at me with a shocked face, his hair wet and his beard dripping with piss. I couldn't hold myself and I started laughing hysterically.
I led Ryan to the river where we both got naked and I washed his body clean. While I was washing his low-hanging big balls, he looked at me with apologetic eyes. "Sorry about the mess. It won't happen again."
"It's ok. It's your first time in a human body after all." I then grabbed his shaft and scrubbed it with soap, maybe I spent a bit longer than I should on his crotch... I then lifted his arms and washed his hairy armpits, I loved running my hands on his armpits. I sniffed him many times to make sure the piss smell was fully gone.
We spent our last day camping fucking like rabbits in the tent. Ryan fucked me in every new position I could teach him, the alien's favorite was missionary. When night fell, we were sitting together around the bonfire, Ryan hugging me from behind as we talked about different subjects.
Ryan then stood up, grabbed a stick, and drew a big strange symbol on the ground. I didn't ask questions.
Once he finished, he lifted me in Ryan's strong arms and took me to his tent. We were making out like we were both teens, when suddenly a bright white light enveloped the entire tent. It was like it suddenly became morning outside. I started panicking, but the alien was able to calm me down.
The alien chuckled at my reaction, "Don't worry, it's just my kind. They came to rescue me."
"You're going away already? Can't you stay for a bit longer?" I was sad he was leaving.
"It was fun, but I have to go home."
"But what about him?" I asked, caressing Ryan's hairy chest as if for the last time.
"Don't worry about your stepdad, he will be fine. I implanted fake memories in his brain of today. Don't leave the tent until the light goes off."
Ryan then lay down, his eyes rolling back before closing as the alien crawled out of his ear. The alien walked to the tent's door, but before he left, he looked back, "Oh, and I left you a little gift," and then he stepped out of the tent. I heard a weird thrumming sound, and then the bright light turned off and everything went quiet. When I walked out of Ryan's tent, all I could hear was the crickets and of course, Ryan's snoring.
I walked back to my tent, sad that I would never feel Ryan's big cock inside of me again, but also happy for having the best day of my life. When I was trying to sleep, I heard something outside my tent, then I saw the zipper being pulled up, revealing none other than Ryan. He crawled into the tent and gently pinned me down against the cushion. His face was just a few inches from mine, then he kissed me.
I was so confused.
When he broke the kiss, I looked at him surprised.
"Ryan? Is this really you? What are you doing?"
"I can't explain why, but I can't take you out of my mind. I think I'm madly in love with you, you're so hot and perfect. I still love your mom, but it's only you who makes my dick hard. And all I want right now..." He leaned down, his beard scratched my ear, making my whole body tingle, then he whispered, "It's to fuck you until dawn."
From the outside of my tent, it was obvious what was happening inside by the way my tent shook, and my loud moans merged with the crickets.
My stepdad wanted us to have a bonding time, and in a sense, he got exactly what he wanted... just not in the way he expected. Now we had a special bond that would last forever, a bond that would fill my hole every time we had the opportunity.
From that day on, camping trips became our special tradition that I would always look forward to.
"JUST RELAX SON... YOU KNOW YOU HAVE TO STRETCH BEFORE YOUR WORKOUT, AND COACH IS HERE FOR YOU. DON'T WORRY, YOU'LL BE TAKING THE BIG ONE LIKE A CHAMP."
World needs more studs like this one! Would love rail a few of those lines with him…. Let’s get real, I’d let him rail anything he wanted, fuck knows I’ll rail what ever he asked me to ..any where any time!
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