Date: Fri, 11 Jan 2008 17:34:52 -0500
From: wolf34691@aol.com
Subject: Uniform love, chapter five

Uniform Love
Part 5

This story is a work of fiction. Questions, comments, suggestions to:
Wolf34691@aol.com.

(M/m, MMM.m, S+M, ws, fisting)

I ran through the humid September evening air. Sweat dripped into my blue
eyes as I jogged. Soaked through my thin white tank top. Plastered my
jogging shorts to my strong thighs. Drenched my dick filled jock.

Down the dirt path through the park. Still in pain from all that shit in
Miami. But getting back in shape and finally back to duty this past
week. The warm fall Florida air comforting to my skin. Back home to quiet,
boring old Pinellas county. Home!

Slowed and drained the last cool drops of liquid from my water
bottle. Wiped the sweat out of my eyes. Headed further down the wooded
trail. Took off onto a side trail, looking for a place to piss.

Deep into the hot, humid woods. To a quiet spot between two tall palm
trees. Usually quiet, most of the time.  But not today.

Four guys, doing the nasty. The youngest, maybe 18 at best, nude except for
his sneakers. On his hands and knees. Two older guys, the one with his dick
up the kid's ass maybe early 40's, tall, with short brown hair. White
long-sleeved dress shirt, sleeves rolled up over strong, hairy forearms,
sticking to his back from his sweat. Dress pants down around his fancy
shoes. Dick up the kid's butt as he fucked deep.

The third, short, stocky, bald. His dick in the boy's hot mouth. The kid's
lips tight to the man's smooth shaved crotch. His strong body highlighted
by his tight red tank top. Cut off jeans down around his work boots.

The forth, standing, watching and stroking his own dick.  Same slim build
as the kid, same dark black hair. Older but just as hot. His 9 inch uncut
meat wet and shining as he stroked his foreskin back and forth over the
large head.

"Fucking hot, huh?" He said, grinning at my bulging running shorts.

"Yeah, your kid?" I guessed.

"My youngest boy," he said, "just turned 18 last week, been wanting his old
man to take him out and have some fun with his hot young body."

"18?" I smiled. "And willing?"

"Does as he's told. And loves it!" The dad said.

The guys pounded the teen harder. He was hanging on to the strong, muscular
thighs of the guy feeding him his dick for dear life. Riding the big dick
of the guy in the fancy dress clothes. Taking it deep up both ends like a
good bottom boy should.

The stocky, bald dude pulled out suddenly and jerked his dick hard. The boy
had his mouth open and his tongue out. Hot sperm sprayed his face. He
licked his lips clean of the wet stuff. Trying to get every drop of man
juice in his young mouth.

The older well dressed man shoved the boy hard. Pushing as deep as he
could, he exploded in the teen's tight ass. Slid his long condom covered
dick out of the hot teen's clinging hole. The boy reached for it. Licked
the sticky thing clean, pulled off the condom and sucked the cum out. Hot!

As I watched the guy in the dress clothes get himself back together, I felt
the dad's hand feeling me up. His strong fingers were pulling my dick out
of my shorts. His hand firmly holding my hard 11 inches of cock, he led me
to his son.

My dick met the boy's lips. His tongue darted out as he licked the sweat
and leaking juices off of me. The teen's hot mouth opened and I was balls
deep down his well trained throat. The dad's own mouth was on my neck. His
older, more experienced tongue licking the damp sweat off me. His hands
pulled my soaked tank top off over my still short, but growing back in
nicely--thank you--blond hair.

Dad's lips ran over my hot body as his teen son sucked me hard. The kid's
hands holding my firm, muscular ass as he bobbed his head up and down my
long prick. His dad licked down my dripping back until I felt his tongue in
my sweaty crack.  The son sucked my dick as his dad rimmed my butt.

My own hand was busy with three fingers probing the teens hot, used
hole. Still tight even after the other guy's dick had fucked him. Wet
too. And tasty. As I sucked the teen's ass juice's off my sticky finger,
his dad was moving the boy around and lining my dick up to that tight hole.

"Fuck my son!" He growled in lust.

"Bareback?" I asked as he was pushing the head of my uncovered dick into
the teen's wet hole.

"Fuck, yeah, bareback him dude! Just like I did on his 18th birthday last
week."

My raw, unprotected dick was shoved deep into the teen's ass. His dad's
hand on my butt pushing me in deep. The kid shuddered as he took the
biggest dick of his young life balls deep up his still tight hole. I
grabbed the teen by his slender hips and fucked. Hard, violent thrusts deep
into his still tender young hole.

He was well lubed and was loving every strong thrust. My dick was soon
covered in sticky used lube from inside his teen ass. And old cum! The
nasty white stuff squirted out every time I went balls deep. Oozing out
around my 11 inch hard cock. Getting my curly blond public hair, already
sweat soaked, sticky and messy.

With a final, hard thrust that pushed the kid down into the damp woods
dirt, I gave the teen my juice. Pumped his stretched hole full until it
leaked out all over me. His dad was shooting his own cum into his son's
sucking, lust driven mouth. As the teen shot his boy juice onto the ground.

I pulled out of that hot hole and watched dad and son share a hot, sperm
flavored kiss. Then dad went for the teens leaking hole. Sucking my warm
cum out of his own teen son's used ass.

Needing to piss more than ever, I aimed at the teen's nude, dirty body and
let go. My hot piss arced through the air and rained down on the
teen. Covering his back with hot, wet, dank fluid. Running down his butt to
where his dad was still sucking my juice out of his son's gaping hole. He
looked up at me as he moved up and started licking my piss off the teen. I
kept on pissing. Son joined dad, both on their knees before me, as I
sprayed my hot, dank piss over both their nude bodies and into their
thirsty mouths.

As I put my dick back in my shorts and put my tank top back on, the teen
came to me. Wanting to lick my dick clean. But I had other plans for my cum
slick, lube and ass juice soaked cock. Like the sweat still running down my
back, that stuff was for Him!

I ran the couple of miles back to the house. Thinking of Kris. The kid had
been a great help while I was recovering, nice to have a cute, hot, willing
slave to wait on me hand and foot! But he was getting so clingy lately,
always around when I want to do some stud and just getting in my hair. Oh,
he's cute and a great bed warmer, I do love waking up with my dick buried
up his ass every morning, but...he'd been getting too many ideas about
us. Together, forever, that shit! Not for this guy!

I got home just in time to see Kris getting out of a patrol car. The kid
was going to school and working part time for the department. Mostly with
me or Tyler. As he went into the house, I thought how hot he looked in his
new uniform.

Sweat soaked from my run, I joined Kris and my other roommates Tony and
Rico. Tony is an dark skinned Italian stud who is solid as a rock from
being a county firefighter. Rico, equally dark, our Hispanic roommate who
works for the county as an EMT.  Still hot, horny and dirty, seeing Kris in
his uniform just got me more excited.

Short and slender, barely 100 lbs, he looked so sweet, but I knew my Kris
was one tough prick. His long, wavy black hair tied back in a pony
tail. His thin mustache growing back in nicely. That cute patch of fuzz on
his chin. So sexy in his sheriff's department uniform. Short-sleeved
uniform shirt with his name and the county's logo. Crisp white tee shirt
showing at his open collar. Black uniform pants. Black boots. Gun belt with
nightstick. So fucking hot!

Kris looked so cocky standing there in his uniform. Hell, the kid had been
getting on my nerves lately and I wanted to show him who was boss. And I
was still so fucking horny right now, even after the kid in the woods.

Walked up to the kid. Pulled him to me and gave him a deep, wet kiss. Our
tongues met and wrestled. He lost (he always does!), felt his hand on my
dick, hard and throbbing in my running shorts. Gently stroking me, teasing
me, knowing I didn't do stuff in front of my roommates.

Got pissed knowing he was playing me. That he knew my reluctance to screw
him in front of my buddies. Anger that fed my lust.

Breaking our hot kiss, my hand went to his slim shoulder. Grabbed the
little fucker and shoved his head under my sweat soaked arm pit. Felt his
tongue running through the thin blond hair there.

"Lick me clean, Kris!" I ordered.

Kris hurried to obey. His tongue sucked the sweat out of my pit. Then I
pushed his head to the other one. He cleaned that one too. I pulled off my
soaked tank top and threw it at Tony. Yanked Kris' face to my hot, dirty
chest. He lapped my smooth, muscular chest like a puppy dog.

Tony and Rico were both stroking themselves through their pants. I had told
all my roommates to stay the fuck away from Kris or else. And I knew that
they never had seen me with Kris, course they always heard us when I fucked
my man, but never here in the middle of the kitchen right in front of them.

Kris paused with his tongue in my navel. His eyes looking up to mine. I
gave him a lust filled look, reached down and slid my running shorts and
wet jock down to my feet. Kris moved his hot mouth down. I heard both Tony
and Rico moan as they watched the kid deep throat my 11 inches.

Kris' eyes widened and he looked angry as he tasted my cock. Tasted the
sticky mess that boy had left. My dry cum, his ass juices. Plus the juices
from the other guys who had fucked that kid in the park that now coated my
big dick after our hot fuck.

I roughly face fucked Kris until tears ran down his face. Pulled the little
fucker off my dripping dick and shoved his face into my dirty, nasty,
sweaty pubic hair. My hand tightened around his neck until he started
licking me clean.  He protested cleaning my butt until he felt my fist hit
him. Both of our roommates gasped as I slammed the fucker hard.

I grabbed his handcuffs and cuffed him. Yanking his arms behind his
back. Undid his gun belt and put it safely aside. Put one hand on his
shoulder to steady him as my fist found his jaw. His look of anger replaced
by pain. And lust! His dick hard in his uniform pants.

Both onlookers had their dicks out and were busy stroking. My hard dick
wanted the kid. But I had to piss again. Looking at his bruised jaw, I took
aim and pissed. Kris opened his mouth and moved to drink it all
down. Afraid to get his uniform wet. I didn't care. Hell, piss washes out!
And blood and sperm too.  Not caring that he lusted to drink my rank piss,
nor if I soaked his uniform, I pissed all over the kid. Soaked him
good. The tile floor got a good soak as well.

Kris looked hurt that I pissed his uniform. But my fist on his jaw slammed
him down on the floor before he could say anything. Placing my sneaker on
the back of his neck, I pushed his face onto the wet tile.

"Clean it up, Kris!" I ordered.

My dick got harder as I watched him lick my piss off the dirty kitchen
tile. I looked at Tony and Rico.

"You guys have to go?" I asked.

"Yeah, I do." Rico answered.

"Fuck." Was all Tony could say.

I pulled Kris to Rico. The kid opened his mouth wide as the Hispanic stud
let loose a stream of piss from his big, uncut dick. Spayed the boy
good. Then I grabbed my roommates dick and shoved Kris' mouth on it. The
kid sucked down his hot liquid. Then I watched as the kid's talented mouth
brought Rico to the edge. Rico grunted as he fed the kid his cum. I felt
his dick pulse in my hand as he exploded into Kris' hot mouth.

Not giving the kid time to recover his breath, I forced him to go down on
Tony. The big firefighter's knees shook as the kid deep throated his long
prick. I reached down and undid Kris' uniform pants. Pulled them and his
boxers down to his knees. Spit on his cute little butt, lined up my 11
inches and shoved. Kris choked as my thrust impaled his throat on Tony's
dick.  I gave him a quick, short, brutal fuck before we both unloaded in
him.

Reached under Kris to jerk his dick off. Found Rico there sucking a load
out of the boy. Pulled Kris off of them. Pushed my dirty dick in his mouth
and let him clean me up.  After Tony and Rico left, I looked at the
boy. His once clean uniform a slimy mess. His white tee shirt now yellow
from our piss.

"You're a mess, kid." I grinned.

His eyes looked lost, hurt, scared. I pulled him close and kissed him
gently.

"Why Trey?" He asked.

"Cause you need to know what kind of sick bastard I really am,
Kris. Besides, it`s time our roommates got a taste of your crosskicking
skills." I told the kid, "Still want to be with me?"

"Yes, Trey." His quiet response, his eyes showing his hurt.

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My motorcycle sped through the dark, humid September night. Kris held
tightly to me as we headed out for a Saturday night of fun. Fun for me,
anyway. We were going to a party at one of my friends houses. A sex party
where Kris would be the boy toy for my buddies.

We rode through the night. Kris wearing his usual white tee shirt and
jeans, boots, and helmet. Me in a white 'wife beater' tank top, jeans,
boots and army hat.

We got to Sam's place, a nice home with a pool on the bay. Rocking party
tonight full of hot guys. Beer flowing freely to loosen everyone up. Kris
drank a couple. I stuck to my usual water. Wanted to get the boy good and
drunk before the main event--Him.  He stuck close to me as we walked
around. Hot guys, white, black, Hispanic, whatever, mostly half dressed--or
less--hot, sweaty and horny!

We saw lots of making out, and the start of some serious sex. In the
dinning room, there was a young, blond guy, maybe 20 at most, nude, spread
eagled on the table. Tied to the table legs with heavy rope. Face down, his
pale, white ass waiting. His mouth already full of black dick.

The blond was gagging on the big piece of black meat. The studs buddy,
black and built of solid muscle, was stroking his huge dick, getting it
hard before he plowed that little white boy's ass. I felt Kris shiver next
to me as we saw him impale the blond in one swift push.

We left to the blond guy's muffled screams as the two black studs took
their lust out on him. In the kitchen, one older dude was sitting on the
counter, his legs spread wide as another guy licked his butt out. The guy
giving the hot rim job had a big dick up his butt. The family room was full
of hot, naked men, doing things to each other that would make their mothers
faint (and turn on their dads dicks!).

I took Kris to the master bedroom. As we walked by the bathroom, we looked
in. In the shower was a bald dude, tattooed, pierced, hot! Lying on the
shower floor as two other studs pissed on him. Squatting over his head,
another shaved headed dude was taking a dump. The bald guy had his mouth up
to the guys dirty asshole, eating his shit. Kris drew a sharp breath in as
we watched a long piece of crap slide into the guys open mouth. Then he
chewed and swallowed before tonguing the guy clean. He washed it down with
more piss. Sick. Though fucking hot.

"You sure about this, Kris?" I asked the boy.

"Yes, Trey, I just want to make you happy, sir." He replied.

"Ok, boy, strip!" I ordered.

Kris removed his clothes and I piled them in a corner. Took him by the
wrist to the big king sized bed where our hosts were lying, waiting. Kris
was to be their first sacrifice of the night. Our hosts, Sam, mid 40's, 6ft
tall, 250lbs of hair covered bear. Except for his bald head. With a 10 inch
uncut dick.  Joe, his partner, early 30's, 6 ft 3 inches tall, maybe 150lbs
of lean muscle, pale skin, tattooed arms, legs, back. Shaved black hair on
his head matching the closely shaved hair around his 9 inch, beer can thick
prick.

Their slave boy, Sean, 18 (barely), blond, thin, cute, shaved smooth except
for his head, busy sucking Sam. Kris went to the bed as I stripped off my
jeans and sat in the big easy chair next to the bed. I planned to watch
them use my Kris. Abuse his young body. Make him beg for mercy. Get turned
on as they had their fun with him. Then give Him what he's been begging me
for.

Sam pulled Kris to the bed as Joe whispered to Sean. The blond kid left the
bed, knelt before my 11 inch dick and started licking as I watched them use
Kris.

Sam yanked Kris by his long hair. Shoved him down face on the
bed. Handcuffed his wrists to the bed post. Tied his feet. Kris lifted his
head just in time to meet Joe's fist. Hard, bony fist meeting jaw with a
crunch. My dick jumped and Sean got a taste of my pre cum.

Sam held Kris' head back by the long hair as Joe smashed his fist again and
again into the boys' face. He was soon turning a nice shade of bruised
purple. Kris jumped and shook. I just knew his teen dick was shooting off
big time from all the pain. Filling the condom they had stretched around
his dick.

Joe bent and kissed the kid's bruised face. Sam had three fingers up Kris'
butt and was going for the forth. Joe got up and reached for his leather
belt. As Sam slid his whole hand into the moaning teen, Joe's leather
kissed Kris' smooth, pale back.  Kris screamed. Then again as the belt left
it's brutal mark on the teens body. Dark red welts appeared on Kris'
slender back. Brutal, sharp pain fueling Kris' lust. Pain so bad the teen
didn't notice Sam was fist deep in his butt.

As I saw Sam's big meaty hand go in past the wrist, I grabbed Sean. Lifted
the kid up and sat him on my dick. No lube, no warning. Shoved him down
hard and impaled the screaming blond on my 11 inches. His screams joined
Kris' as the boy was being whipped and fisted at the same time.

Five long, dark lash marks on my cadet's back. Ugly, dark and painful. No
blood though. Joe was a skilled master and didn't cut the skin unless he
wanted to. Joe grabbed the kid by his long hair and forced him to look in
the mirror. Kris saw Sam's hand up past the wrist in his ass and let out a
lust filled cry. His eyes met mine and I saw a hint of anger and hurt as he
watched Sean bouncing up and down on my cock.

As I filled Sean's tight ass with my dick, Sam and Joe eased up on Kris for
a minute. Untied him, held him between them and stroked his warm, abused
body. Joe's tongue in his mouth. Sam's on his neck.

Joe lay back and Kris mounted him. Slid his stretched hole over Joe's super
thick dick. Joe wrapped a skinny arm around Kris' neck and pulled him
forward until their lips met. Sam moved up behind Kris, his cock hard and
ready.

The head of Sam's big dick pressed against Kris' already stuffed hole. With
a loud cry and lots of grunts from Joe and Sam, the big cock joined it's
partner deep inside of my Kris. Sam started humping and pumping his dick
into the kid. Sean was grinding his butt on my dark, curly pubic hair.

Kris moaned around Joe's tongue penetrating his mouth. He was being spread
wide and filled by two big, hard dicks. Being used by two masters while I
watched. Suddenly, Sam cried out as he let go and exploded inside Kris'
abused hole. Joe joined him and the two hot studs filled the kid's ass to
overflowing. Kris was moaning and shouting as he got off again, more hot
teen cop cadet sperm filling the tightly tied condom.

The three collapsed together on the bed. I pulled my dick out of Sean, went
over and put it to Kris' lips. He smiled, opened up and I fed him my
juice. Sean joined us. He went to work licking clean both his master's
dicks. Then Kris' abused hole.

I carefully pulled off the full condom. Held it to my lips and sucked it
clean. Pressed my lips to Kris' and fed him his own used sperm as our
tongues tasted his juice.

Kris lay on his belly. Sean was licking out his cum filled butt. I ran my
fingers over the whip marks. The nasty welts looked so hot on his pale,
smooth skin.

"Had enough yet, Kris?" I asked him.

"Never, Trey, I'll take whatever you want me too." His defiant answer.

"You sure, baby boy?" I answered as I got angry.

"Fuck you." He spat at me. "I can take anything, you bastard!"

"You little son of a ..." I snapped as my fist slammed his slender body.

I was fucking pissed! This brat telling me off? My fist smacked him
hard. Chest, jaw, stomach.  The sounds of angry fists connecting to his
young body. I beat the kid until his pale, slender body was black and blue
from all the bruises. . And he just smiled, making me madder and madder.

"Fuck this!" I snapped.

My fists not hurting him enough, I grabbed the cigarette that Joe was
smoking from his hand. Brought it to Kris' pale, slender arm. The hot tip
of the butt touched the kid's smooth white skin and burned. Kris
screamed. I grabbed his wrist tight and held him as I put more pressure on
the hot cigarette, burning the boy's tender flesh.

He screamed again as I put the butt out using the skin of his arm. Felt
something wet hit my back as Kris' dick shot out a long pulse of sperm. His
whole body jumped as he had a wild orgasm. Tears filled his lust crazed
eyes. His other hand had a death grip on my dick. He wanted it. Earned
it. Needed it. Needed me.

 I spread his legs wide and entered him. One violent thrust and I was balls
deep, all 11 inches of my angry prick deep inside his stretched hole. I
fell onto his tight, hot body as I bucked wildly.  My hands gripped his
thin biceps as I held him hard. My lips met his as I exploded up his well
used ass.

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Much later, well after midnight, Kris lay strapped to the dinning room
table. The last of the guests had used him and left. Just him, me, our two
hosts and their slave were left.

Dozens if not hundreds of men had used Kris tonight. Their hot dicks
feeding the boy their juicy cum or their condom covered cocks riding his
ass. As I watched. His arm bandaged where I had left that nice burn
mark. Showed him once and for all just what kind of guy I was, that I got
turned on by watching him get gang fucked, used, abused. And still he
wanted more. Wanted me.

The highlight of Kris' gang bang was at midnight. About a dozen horny men
jerked off as they watched those two big black studs use Kris. The kid was
pounded until they filled him full of hot black cum. All the onlookers shot
their loads into a beer mug that Sean ran around with, catching all the
shooting sperm. Then I held the mug to his lips and watched as he drank the
nasty, sticky stuff. Kris licked his lips after finishing his sexy, hot
drink. Then he washed it down with another mug, this time filled with my
warm piss.

Sam and Joe were making sure he was securely bound for our final perverted
act. I held a knife, dripping from the alcohol used to make sure it was
sterile, over Kris' pale body. About to do what he wanted me to. Something
he had begged me for and finally had earned the right to have me do it to
him.

As Sam and Joe watched, I placed the wet knife blade over Kris' chest. Over
his heart. With three quick slashes, I cut his pale skin. Three knife
marks, to match the three on his bicep. Sharp, pain filled screams from the
kid. Three red, blood red, lines against the smooth skin. His whole body
shook, jerked and spasmed.  Cum leaked from his dick. More dripped out of
his ass, squeezed out by the violent spasms of his young body.

I took the blood covered knife and placed it to my lips. Tasted his hot,
fresh blood. Ran my tongue over the cold steel, tasting Him. His
Blood. Blood he wanted me to have, his way of giving himself to me.  Giving
me the only thing that really was his, his only way of saying how much he
wanted to be mine.

His eyes closed as he accepted the pain, the hurt, the fear. Tears filled
those eyes. Tears I wanted to kiss away. But didn't. Instead, I ran my
finger over the bleeding wounds. Brought the blood covered digit to his
lips. He smiled and opened his eyes. I painted his lips with his dripping
blood. Then my lips met his in a hot, passion filled kiss.

Later, as I gently washed his young body in Sam and Joe's master bath tub,
we couldn`t stop kissing. The cuts were no longer bleeding, and I made sure
he was clean and ok. He just lay with his head against my arm as I washed
him. His warm body against mine. His look of utter trust in me. Those soft
gray eyes looking deep into mine.

That look snapped something deep in my tortured soul. Long lost emotions
were let loose, no longer buried in my sterile heart. His trust, need,
desire, lust and the utter satisfaction of being mine shone in those eyes.

What I had been searching for my whole life was lying here, nude, wet and
mine for the taking. Was I man enough? To take him and really make him
mine?  To let out my own lost feelings? To surrender my heart to him?

I looked at the scars from the knife I had left on the soft, pale skin of
his breast. Took in all the bruises I had inflicted on his young, lean
body. Remembered the scream as I put out that cigarette with his soft
flesh. Felt the quiet beat of my heart as his abused body lay against mine.

Looking deep into his soft gray eyes, I finally knew. I was so stupid. Kris
was what I wanted, needed, desired. Been looking for all my life. Now I had
him and I had to figure out just how I would show him that he was
mine. That he had earned my heart. Now to show him what he meant to me and
make him mine.  And then show him that I belonged to him as much as he was
part of me, now.

I smiled down at him, thinking that if only he trusted me enough, we would
be one forever.

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I made the call. Jake said it would a couple of weeks to get the stuff I
wanted ready, so until then I had to wait.  Waiting to tell Kris just what
I wanted. He had wanted me to mark him with that knife like his first man
did.  And I had. The three scars running across the pale skin of his smooth
chest.  But I had my own ideas on how I wanted to mark him as mine.

We lay in bed the night after I got the phone call from Jake that he was
ready. Kris was sweat soaked and breathing hard. I held him as he calmed
down. His head lay against my chest.

"Trey, I never expected you to, uh, let me, uh, do that!" He panted.

"Why, you didn't like my ass, kid?" I teased him.  "I just felt it was time
tonight. Felt pretty damn good, too, you know."

"Trey, was I the, uh, first?" He shyly asked.

"Not quite, Kris." I answered truthfully.

"Who was, Trey?" Kris asked. "Do I know him?"

"Hardly, that sick fucker's in jail. For child abuse."

"Child abuse? Why would you go out with someone like that?"

"I didn't exactly `go out' with him, Kris." I told the kid.

"Huh?" He asked, confused as hell.

His warm body felt so good on top of me. I looked into his eyes and decided
I could tell him the truth. We had shared just about everything else by
now.

"Kris, I was the kid he abused. I put him in jail. He was 18, I was 6." I
quietly told him. "He was my cousin, used to baby sit me and one day, he,
uh, did it."

"He fucked you? When you were 6?" Kris asked in horror.

"Yeah, tore my ass open. Couldn't hide the blood from my dad. He would have
killed Tommy but he had to rush me to the hospital instead." I whispered to
Kris, the memory still fresh and sharp in my mind.

"Oh god, Trey!" Kris held me tight.

He was silent so long I thought he had drifted off to sleep from his
efforts at riding my rarely used butt. His warm body felt good on top of my
sweaty skin. I gently kissed his soft neck.

"Trey, uh, will you ever tell me that..." He began, than trailed off.

"That what? Kris?"

"You know, Trey, how you feel about me. I, I..."

"Quiet, Kris." I said as I put my finger to his lip. "You know how I feel
about that."

"I know." He sadly replied.

"Kris, there's something I want to ask you to do with me. But you have to
trust me."

"Trey, I trust you, whatever you want, I'll do for you, I belong to you!"
He told me.

So I told him what I wanted. Not all of what I planned but enough. He
agreed without hesitation. I told him it was set for the next night if he
was sure.

We rode with Jeff and Alex. Just in case I couldn't drive home. Plus we
wanted them there as witnesses.  Off we drove to Tampa and to Jake's
studio.

Still in uniform, straight from being on duty. Four cops in uniform going
into a tattoo studio. Looked like a bust!

Jake met us and brought us to the back room. Shorter than even Kris at 5ft
2, 90 lbs if that. Buzzed cut black hair, mustache and goatee. Tastefully
tattooed body. Jake was a great artist and a good friend. He had done my
tattoos as well as both Jeff and Alex's.

The short tattoo artist standing among us cops looked so out of place. But
he was all over Kris. Until I glared and he backed off. We watched as Kris
removed his uniform shirt. He looked so hot standing there in his uniform
pants, crisp white tank top, gun belt and boots.

"You sure about this, Kris?" I asked for the tenth time.

"Yes, Trey, for you I am."

"For us, Kris." I quietly told him.

I pulled him into a hot, wet kiss. Felt his fear leave as his body
relaxed. I was more scared then him, I think. Held him with my arm around
his slim shoulders as Jake brought out his tool. Specially made for me. And
Him.

Jeff inhaled sharply as he saw the metal branding iron that Jake held. Both
he and Alex had thought Kris was here for a tattoo, not this. But it is
what I wanted. My mark, my brand, on Kris.

Kris sat in the chair and we strapped him in. I took his right hand in mine
as Jake sterilized his left arm. The brand would be on his shoulder. Jake
then heated up the carved iron. Until the metal glowed dull red.

My eyes met Kris' as Jake brought the hot metal to his pale, slender
shoulder. The red glow stark against his skin. Kris' fingers dug into my
hand as the burning metal touched his flesh. The smell of burnt man. Jake
held the hot branding iron to Kris' shoulder to implant my mark. Kris' eyes
filled with tears as he let out a scream.

My lips covered his open mouth as he yelled. Then Jake was done and moved
the cooling iron away. Three T's, freshly burnt into Kris' shoulder,
marking him as mine!

We helped Kris up after a few minutes. After Jake cleaned the mark to keep
Kris safe. Now for my turn.

"Trey? What are you doing?" Kris asked, confused, as I took off my shirt.

"This shows the world that your mine, now, Kris." I answered. "Now to show
that I belong to you."

This I hadn't shared with anyone but Jake. That I had my own idea to mark
me as His. Though deep inside I already knew that my soul had belonged to
him for a long time now. One deep look into those gray eyes and I was his
for the taking.

I sat in the chair as Jake got me ready.  He wiped down my neck, on the
opposite side from my tattoo. My mark would be for all the world to see!

Kris watched as Jake brought out the second branding iron. Watched as he
heated up the metal. His hand found mine as the burning metal met my
neck. My yell filled the shop as Jake marked me. He removed the branding
iron to reveal "KTM".

Kris' mouth on mine as we kissed. Now and forever marked as one. The
letters burning my skin still. But the fire in my heart hotter. My desire
for Him burnt into my soul.

As Kris and I rested and recovered, we enjoyed the site of Jeff and Alex,
both still in uniform, giving a now nude Jake a rough double bareback
fuck. The short tattoo artist was pounded deep and his ass pumped full of
hot cop cum from both big pricks. His gaping hole dripping cop sperm mixed
with lube and blood from the rough fuck so damn hot.

We left the shop, still smelling of burnt flesh. My neck and Kris' shoulder
bandaged but both our souls now one. For the world to know. Out to dinner
to celebrate our union.



Kris' thin body was between my stretched legs as we sat on the beach
watching the hot Florida sun set. My arms around him. My lips on his neck.

"Trey, I love you, you bastard." He whispered.

As the sun's fire kissed the warm water of the gulf as it descended, I
answered him.

"Kris, I love you too, you little shit."