Date: Sat, 11 Jan 2014 00:34:37 -0500
From: B J <mascguy4fun2@gmail.com>
Subject: The Making of Devin

The following Story is a work of fiction...it involves characters
performing acts of graphic BDSM Gay Sex...Enjoy!

			    The Making of Devin

	Darkness...darkness and smoke filled the small room pierced by
multicolored flickering lights from every direction.  The familiar rhythms of
dance music filled the place, thumping the floors and vibrating through my
body.  Really, there wasn't anything special about this place; it was like every
other bar I had been in in any number of years, but something always drew me
back.  I would like to think it was the people or maybe the music that kept
bringing me here, and while the patronage was always of the best quality it was
more than that...more than just the nightly meat market which inspired my
continued return.  It was the memory of my first night here, the night when my
life had come to an end, and yet also began.

	I was younger then, or was I?  I suppose it depends on your perspective,
but for the sake of confusion let's just say that yes, It was a much younger me
that walked the streets that night. The cold air was exhilarating on my face, the
heat of excitement and exhilaration burned through my skin as I made my way
to the entrance of the bar where I had agreed to meet with a group of friends.
My tall frame was sculpted by the tight dark jeans I wore accented by a wide
black leather belt and subtly worn leather boots.  A tight, black V-Neck t-shirt
wrapped my torso molding itself around my chest and arms.  I am by no means
a body builder but I take great pride in the way I look, in how it makes me feel,
powerful.  My dark hair is in the current style somewhere between purposefully
messy and a gradual spike but it was my eyes that cut through the night,
bright royal blue that sparkle in direct contrast to my otherwise dark features.
My own thoughts had preoccupied me so much that I almost didn't notice I had
arrived.  My destination stood in front of me...a short line snaked its way out of
the large red double doors; I could see my friends standing off to the side
waiting for me.  I nodded my acknowledgement, letting them know I had seen
them and made my way over to where they were just getting into the line.
	"Nice of you to finally make it, Devin."
	"Comon Seth, you know he had to drag himself out from in front of the
mirror.  I swear Dev, you take more time getting ready that I do."
	I couldn't help but laugh.  "Sarah, no one takes more time than you
getting ready for anything.  God himself spent less time on the creation that it
takes you to get ready for dinner."
	She smiled sideways at me as she casually extended her middle finger.
"Sure Dev, just try and be good tonight."
	"Babe," my eyes lit up with mischievous glee as I circled my hands
around her waist and pulled her against me playfully "I'm always good."
	"Ok ok, we're up, can we just go inside now?"  Jason was as tall as I,
standing at six feet capped with short cut red hair and bright green eyes.
Jokingly I called him a leprechaun but his body rippled from years spent in the
gym and spoke of anything but those short stubby creatures from which I took
my jest.  There was history there, between Jason and I, we had been much and
everything to each other once, breaking barriers in one another and sharing
moments that no one else would be able to share.  How we had remained
friends over the years, to some people, was nothing short of a miracle.
	"Yes," the cold had finally started to seep through my clothes and prickle
my skin "Let's get inside before my nipples cut through my shirt.  Too late,
Sarah."  I winked at her and was quickly reunited by my friend the finger.
Smiling to myself we entered the bar.
It was mostly dark inside, lights flicked across the dance floor which was
already half full of men in various states of undress "twirling" to remixes of the
day's top 40 hits.  I had never been to this bar before but the scene was the
same.  Pool tables in the back, on the far side of the dance floor, so you had to
walk the length of the bar to reach them and just beyond those a class door to
the patio.  One large semi-circle bar arched its away out from the wall
extending toward the dance floor, leaving enough room between the two for
several tall round-top tables and chairs.  Behind the bar, glass shelves were set
into the large mirrored wall and lined with lights accenting the many different
varieties of libations offered by the bartender.  Several people had already lined
up around the bar ordering and sipping their drinks of choice, scanning the
bar eyeing us as the "new meat" that had just entered for the first time.  My
eyes slid past them, past the young twinks and old queens and focused on the
bartender himself.  Shorter, at about 5'8 his body spoke of the wrestlers I saw
around school.  Tight, thick and muscled his chest and abs peaked out from
behind the black leather vest he wore over his otherwise naked torso exposing
just a thin, well groomed sheen of soft brown hair.  The jeans he wore clung to
his lower body accenting both a noticeable bulge in the front and a perfect tight
bubble butt straining the denim in the back.  He had dark brown hair cut in a
military style and chocolate brown eyes that would melt any man like the eyes
of a sad puppy dog.  A bold, black tribal scroll tattoo ran from his shoulder
down circling his arm and ending just at the wrist forming a cuff of dark ink.
	"I'll be right back" turning from my friends I called after me "I'm going to
get a drink."  I walked up to the bar propping one boot on the lower rail and
leaning in so just one elbow rested on the hard wooden surface.  Not only did
this position provide me with a much closer view of this prime specimen, but it
also arched and accented my own tight denim clad backside to any meat that
might be looking at me from the rest of the bar.  All in all, the desired affect
was achieved.  I gave the bartender a knowing smile as I pulled a ten from my
wallet.  As he made his way over to me I noticed how every part of his body
seemed to move as one, purposefully gliding over as a serpent stalking its next
meal.  I knew this walk all too well, it was one I frequently used myself.
	"Hey man, whatcha' havin?" His deep, baritone voice was a nice surprise.
I was relieved that his masculine demeanor was not just portrayed in his
outward appearance.
	"Give me a bud light and four shots of tequila, the good stuff no bottom-
self mess."
	He smiled at me showing 2 rows of perfectly white teeth.  "Good man."
He put my beer on the bar and began filling four shot glasses with a golden
tequila he took down from the upper shelf.  "Don't think I've seen you here
before, man, you new in town?"
	"Na, just haven't gotten the chance to go out a lot.  Finishing up school
these days, but finals are over and thought I would check this place out, see
what it has to offer."  My eyes purposefully and noticeably took him in from
bottom to top.
	"Well, for someone like you," he said moving closer to the edge of the bar
and leaning down on both hands, getting his face as close to mine as he could
"I'm sure there is plenty to get into here."
	"Maybe so, I'm Devin."
	"Chad here, nice to meecha Devin." I just started to pick up on the soft
hint of his southern accent "Let me know if you need another drink...or
something."  He picked up the tip I had left him and moved over to the newly
formed line at the end of the bar, his eyes however kept glancing back at me as
I motioned the rest of my friends over and handed out the freshly poured shots.
	"Starting early, Devin?  You might wanna pace yourself for the night."
Seth's smirk was unmistakable, my best friend knew my thoughts almost as if I
had spoken them aloud.  "He is one hot little fucker though, damn."  Seth
himself was nothing bad to look at either.  Tall, thin with wavy blonde hair he
was that kind of guy that most thought was the cute boy next door type; few
knew the real Seth, the wild side that hid just beneath the surface just waiting
for the right moment to come out.  He covered his own depravity by smart-ass
comments and sarcasm but I had seen the beast within and he could hold his
own with any in this or any bar.
	His sister, Sarah, still holding her full shot glass, was similar in
appearance with long wavy blonde hair and light blue eyes, she was the
stereotypical fag-hag.  Sassy and protective of the three of us, her very own
cohort. Sometimes I thought she was more proud to have a gay brother than if
he, or I had been straight.
	"Ok guys and gal" Jason raised his shot glass into the center "To our last
set of finals, ever!"  We all toasted and threw back our shots.  Smooth.  "Ok
fuckers, let's dance."  I have to admit the music had started to seep into my
body and we made our way out onto the dance floor, warmed from the inside
by our first round of tequila shots courtesy of Chad the bartender.  Maybe if I
played this right it wouldn't be the last hot shot I got from him this evening,
but for now we danced, losing ourselves in the music.
	As the night wore on I continued to sneak glances back at my intended
bartender and always seemed to find myself being the one to gather the drinks
for my little group.  We had moved to one of the high top tables between the
bar and the dance floor, engaging in some heavy people watching.  Jason had
since moved off to talk to some young kid he met on the dance floor.  Well,
talking...making out...there're pretty much synonymous in this type of setting.
There was something exciting about watching one of my best friends and
former lover making out with this new kid.  It was obvious he was overwhelmed
by Jason as I could see his eyes gleam from across the room as Jason's
muscles tightened around him pinning him against the far wall.  I smiled to
myself knowing what this kid would find if Jason allowed him to unwrap that
package; imagining his face as he would try and decide if he could take such a
prize.  Regardless of that decision he wouldn't have much choice once Jason
had decided what he wanted, he would take it and thank him for it later.
That's when I noticed him...had he been sitting there the whole time?  A man.
Sitting at a table in the far corner of the bar.  This area was slightly higher
than the main floor with three steps leading up to another platform with 3
more high top tables.  At first all I noticed were the eyes, grayish blue, like ice,
seemed to shine through the darkness of the bar and they were locked dead
onto me.  It wasn't my imagination, I could feel his eyes boring into me taking
in every part of my body.  Was this what it felt like when I was on the prowl,
when my attentions fall on a new play thing like the hot bartender?  A shiver
ran up my back as his gaze took me in, weighing and evaluating me.  I decided
to give him a better look.  Standing up from the table I stretched my hands
over my head and bent my back slightly, this gave the desired dual effect of
exposing the lower portion of my hard four-pack abs leading down to the
exposed band of my underwear.  At the same time this position gave me a
better view of my watcher.   He moved his way over to the rail of the upper
seating area and leaned, in propping himself on the railing still taking me in as
I sized him up as well.  Appearing slightly older, maybe in his mid to late
thirties and around five-nine, he was dressed very similar to anyone else in a
tight dark blue t-shirt and jeans both of which hugged every muscle and bulge
covering his body.  His hair was neat and dark, the entire affect made him look
like a wolf sizing up his next meal; this was my kind of guy.
	"I know that look" Sarah nudged Seth "We won't be seeing him anymore
tonight."
	I smiled at them both "Sorry ladies...call of the wild."
	"Yea?" interjected Seth "and all this time I just thought you were a horny
bastard."
	I couldn't help but laugh "is there a difference?"  As I moved across the
room I took the time to steal one look back at the bar, Chad was still there but
surrounded by a double row of the night's guests all clamoring for both a drink
and the off chance they would catch his attention.  I would be back and he
would still be here, but for now my attention was set.  I climbed the steps to
the area where the man still stood and propped my back against the rail beside
him.  "What's going on, man?"  Up close his body was cut more than I could tell
from below.  There wasn't an inch of him that didn't fill out his shirt with the
creases of hard lean muscle.  As he turned to face me I glanced down and was
rewarded by the sight of his jeans straining over a massive bulge in his crotch.
I could feel my own blood begin that familiar burn as my breath quickened and
the front of my own jeans began to get tighter.  It really was like being stared at
by a wolf...by a predator.
	"Very nice, boy.  What's your name?"
	He wasn't wasting time, I admire that.  "Devin, what about you?  What's
your name?"
	"Darren," his eyes gleamed again as his face became more stern "but you
can call me Sir...that is if you think you are what I'm looking for."  He moved
even closer to me just shy of touching, his demeanor change made him seem
taller, even more of a presence.
	By now my blood was pumping so hard I could hear it in my ears and I
throbbed with every pulse of my heart "And what is it that you're looking for,
Sir?"  My eyes met his as I watched for a reaction.  He reached out and grabbed
my crotch in his hand squeezing hard enough to really gain my attention but
just shy of being painful and leaned down putting his face beside mine.
	"boy, I'm looking to fuck you till you beg me to stop and then fuck you
some more.  How does that sound, boy?"  He pressed his crotch against my leg
so I could feel his hardness pressing into me.  If it were anything close to what
it felt like...he was massive.  His eyes bored into mine, reaching deep within me
"Well, boy?  What's your answer?"
	At that point something happened to me that I had never experienced
before...my own will seemed to melt away, like I was being pulled under water,
losing control with no choice but to submit to this man in front of me.  The
man with the wolfen eyes.  "Yes, Sir!"  He needed no more prompting, he moved
behind me and placed one hand on the back of my neck exuding just enough
force to let me know I was supposed to walk.  He continued to guide me as we
made our way across the bar and out the front door.
	It was a short walk to the renovated industrial building which had been
transformed into high end condos where Darren lived.  We walked through the
courtyard and inside the main building, passing a security station, unmanned,
and over to a set of new metal elevator doors.  Darren hadn't spoken since we
left the bar, he kept one hand on the base of my neck holding firmly as he
reached out with the other to hit the "up" button for the elevator.  The doors
slid open and we entered the stainless steel elevator.  Darren pushed the
button for the top floor and the doors slid shut in front of us.  SLAM, the side
of my face suddenly met the cold metal of the elevator walls, Darren's grip on
the back of my neck pressed me into the unfriendly metal holding me in place,
his body was pressed against mine pinning me to the wall.
	"Ok boy, here are the rules.  When this door opens you are mine for as
long as I want you here and for anything I want from you." He reached around
and grabbed my stiff dick over my jeans "I know you fucking want this so don't
even try and deny it, I knew it from the moment I saw you in the bar that you
were going to be my bitch tonight and that's what you are going to be,
understood?"
	My face was still pressed tight against the wall "Yes."
	He pulled back slightly just to slam my head into the wall one more time
"YES WHAT, boy?"
	"Yes, Sir."
	"That's better.  You are not to speak unless you are asked a direct
question and when you do speak you will address me as SIR, is that
understood faggot?"
	"Yes, Sir."
	"And one last question...one last chance...you are giving yourself freely to
me tonight, to be my fucking slut to use how I like...is that right boy?"
	My heart was jumping in my chest trying to make the words come from
my lips, wondering what he had planned but I couldn't deny my dick jumping
in my pants either I managed to breathe out a definite "Yes, Sir."
	"Good.  Just remember you said that, boy because you aren't getting a
second chance" The elevator doors opened.
	The apartment we entered was much as one would except from a
renovated industrial building.  Exposed beams ran along the raised ceiling, the
floors were all dark hardwood.  One large concrete support pillar stretched
from floor to ceiling at the end of the entry way creating kind of barrier between
the entrance and the main part of the living space.  The main room itself was
open and filled with modern style furniture in mixtures of black and metal.
Leaning bookcases lined the left wall, neatly stacked with books and various
items.  The kitchen was just past the entryway forming an open U shape before
the main room; across from this was a floating staircase of wood and metal
leading up to the loft style bedroom which overlooked the entire first floor.  On
the far opposite wall, floor to ceiling windows offered a clear view of the city's
night skyline.  I was so mesmerized by the sights of his home that I didn't
notice he had fastened a pair of metal handcuffs tightly around my wrists until
I heard the click of them locking into place.  My eyes widened as he attached a
metal D-clip to the small chain connecting the cuffs, shoving me against the
concrete pillar.  Pressing himself up against me again, he stretched my arms
up above my head until I was almost on my toes locking the clip onto a ring
bolt embedded into the concrete.  Stepping back, he looked me over once before
grabbing the collar of my shirt in both of his hands and ripping it completely
down the front like it was no more than a piece of paper.  He quickly removed
my boots, socks and jeans tossing them into the corner finally removing the
remaining scraps of my shirt.  With the absence of my boots I really was being
strained up onto my toes, my muscles were taught against the cool concrete.
When I looked back at him he was smiling.  "Much better, boy" he reached out
grabbing my balls and squeezing them through my shorts, pulling down
sharply...he had my full attention. "Now you wait here while I get comfortable."
Not sure if I should respond verbally I nodded that I had understood him.
Smiling he released my straining package and made his way up the stairs into
the bedroom.
	I'm still not sure how much time actually passed while my wolf-eyed Sir
left me stretched out on the hard stone pillar, but my muscles began to strain
from maintaining that position.  Finally, I saw him pass back into my vision
coming down the stairs.  He had removed all of his clothes except for a pair of
black leather boots and a royal blue jockstrap.  The black band of the jock
circled his waist accenting not only his rock hard bubble butt but also drawing
attention to the cut V muscles at his waist line which seemed only to point
from his cut six-pack to the straining blue pouch that proceeded him down the
stairs.  Was I imagining it or could I actually see his member throbbing under
that thin fabric?  He came up to me again and put one hand on my throat
squeezing enough for me to feel the pressure of my airways closing slowly and
bent his face to mine "Now the real fun can begin, boy" his free hand reached
into my shorts and grabbed my balls squeezing hard forcing a low guttural
grunt from my tightened throat.  He smiled, "I think we can start with those."
He let go of my neck and yanked down my shorts; my dick popped up like a
spring, all eight inches of my cock had swollen to its full girth under his grip.
He grabbed my balls once more pulling them downward sharply and snapping
a leather band around their base.  It was tight around the base and my nuts
were pushed together and pulled forward on the underside of the circular
strap; three small metal chains locked together from the strap to a ring at the
bottom.  I bent my head as much as I could, my chest heaving with both
excitement and fear.  He looped a black rope through the device on my balls
(which I would later find out is called a parachute) and through a ring bolt set
into the floor between my feet that I hadn't noticed before.  Once the rope was
threaded through both and attached he began pulling harder, stretching my
balls down further and further.  I could feel the metal cuffs digging into the
skin of my wrists as my upper body was pulled up and my balls continued to
be pulled down with more force.  My dick was throbbing, he smiled at the sight
of the shiny stream of pre-cum that was oozing from my slit.  Sir pulled one
final hard time, until I felt like my balls were going to come off then secured the
rope to the ring in the floor, leaving me stretched to capacity.  I wasn't quiet
with the moans escaping my body.
	"It looks like you like this, boy" he pinched the head of my dick causing
the pre-cum to seep out more "Do you like having those balls squeezed and
stretched out, boy"  I didn't respond though my heavy breathing, I thought,
would say it all.  I felt his hand slap across my face almost before I saw it,
slightly blurring my vision "I asked you a direct question, boy!  Do you like
having those balls stretched!?"
	"Yes, Sir" I managed to get out between panting and clearing my vision
from his discipline.  His hand went back to my balls, I felt his palm pressing
against the center of my nuts as his fingers closed in around them, squeezing
tighter...tighter "Ahhhhhhh!" the scream escaped my body uncontrolled as he
continued to squeeze his eyes lighting up at the sounds of my pain and
pleasure.  Suddenly he released my balls, taking the parachute with him, my
now purple nuts were free and aching.  Reaching up he unhooked the D-clip
connecting my cuffs to the upper bolt, the sudden absence of pressure had the
desired effect and I fell to my knees in front of him.
	"Perfect position, boy" He moved closer into me pulling the pouch of his
jock to the side letting his massive cock and balls spring free of their
confinement.  I had never seen a cock that size outside of porn sites.  He was at
least nine inches long and about six and a half around, capped by a thick
pulsing mushroom head leaking pre-cum onto my lips.  The vein on the
underside of his cock pulsed making his member twitch as he rubbed it around
my face and lips, coating me in a thin layer of his pre-cum which I gratefully
licked off.  "Open your fucking mouth, boy...and I better not feel any fucking
teeth on my dick either!" Parting my lips I felt the head of his dick filling my
mouth, fuck he was big just the head was stretching my mouth open wide.  I
tried to tongue his cock and acclimate myself to his girth but I felt both of his
hands grabbing the back of my skull "Ok boy, deep breath" My eyes bulged as
he shoved his cock to the back of my throat straining to take him "Relax, boy,
open that throat" tears rolled down my face as he pushed harder slipping past
my barrier and expanding down into my throat.  His balls pressed against my
face as he held my head down on his cock completely cutting off my airway.  I
could feel him pushing into my throat grinding his hips into my face.  He
stepped on the chain of my handcuffs pinning my hands to the floor.  I began
to wonder if he would let me suffocate with his dick in my throat when he
pulled it out leaving a trail of saliva and throat juice from his cock to my lips.  I
was only given enough time for a couple of breaths before he pressed me, still
on my knees, back up against the concrete pillar, one boot on either side of my
body and began drilling his cock into my mouth.  Sometimes he would push
just the head in, others he would ram all the way down my throat in one fast
motion leaving me gagging and panting for breath.  My own cock was leaking
like a faucet creating a pool of cum on the floor between my knees. Scooping it
up with his hand, he smeared on his own cock before jamming it back down
my throat.
      "Hope you like eating your own fucking cum boy, cause my dick was just
coated in it!" I lost track of time as he continued to expand and fill my mouth
and throat, stretching my lips and airways to their limits.  I could hear him
moaning and grunting a he skull fucked me harder and harder with each
thrust then suddenly his cock was gone from my mouth and I slumped to the
floor coughing and gagging.
      "You're a good fucking cocksucker, boy.  Now, let's see if that ass is as
good as that mouth."  My eyes must have seemed wild, I had never taken a
cock that big in my mouth much less my ass before, but my throbbing member
gave me away.  "I see that fear in your eyes, boy.  Remember you agreed to this
fucking and I'm going to take it how I want it!"  With that he pulled me to my
feet and ushered me towards the stairs.
      The coldness of the sheets was a welcome contrast to the fire that was
burning inside my body.  Sir Darren had positioned me face down on the bed,
unlocking the handcuffs and replacing them with leather wrist and ankle
restraints connected to the four legs of the large king size bed stretching me
out into a full spread eagle.  Several pillows had been piled under my torso to
raise my firm bubble into the air spread and ready to be invaded.  I could feel
the hardness of his dick sliding along my ass as he rubbed it against my
cheeks and hole, then suddenly he was off the bed.
      "Ok, boy I think you need to be broken in a little"  I couldn't see him
behind me but I heard rustling then the cold feeling of leather on my back.
Multiple strips of leather rubbing against my exposed skin, starting to slap
harder against me.  I recognized this feeling, I had seen Seth be flogged once.
All of a sudden he pulled the flogger back and slammed it against my back, the
flails made a loud slap and their sting ran through my skin.  I grunted but
managed not to cry out.  The once soft leather flails of the flogger seemed to get
harder and sharper with every throw, searing my skin and pressing my body
down into the bed with each impact.  I could no longer control myself and gave
over to the pain coursing through my body, my screams began to fill the room.
If anything this seemed to please my Sadistic Sir as he threw the flogger time
and time again slashing at my back until finally the beating stopped.  I laid on
the bed feeling a cold sweat drenching my body but also small trickles of
warmth cascading across my back, blood.  The bed creaked slightly as he
returned his weight to the mattress and positioned his body behind mine.  He
rubbed his hands across my back smoothing over the places where I was sure
my skin was bruised and broken.  Each swipe of his hand sent shivers through
my entire body.  Then I felt him lean down over my back, I could feel the head
of his dick pressing against my ass, I thought he was going to enter me right
then, but I felt something slightly warm and wet sliding along my back instead;
he was licking the flog marks along my back.  As me made his way higher I felt
his mouth close to my ear
      "You've been doing well, boy" His voice had changed, he sounded deeper,
more primal, filled with a lust fired hunger, and that voice startled me.  No
longer did he sound like he was playing but as something darker, more savage
had taken its place, but still I wanted him...wanted to feel him inside me.  "I'm
going to fuck you now, boy and I'm going to take you to a place you've never
been before.  Trust me when I say you WILL remember me!"
      With that he lifted his body from my back, I felt his legs on top of mine
pinning me down further as he pressed the head of his swollen cock against my
ass.  He rubbed and teased my tight opening until my hole was coated in his
pre-cum.  The sound of spitting and the application of that wet slimy
substance was all the warning I received before he placed his hands on my hips
and rammed all nine inches of his raw thick meat up into my guts.  The pain
from his forced entry was ten times that of the flogger, I thought for sure he
had damaged me.  I opened my mouth to scream but his hand shot around my
head and cupped me shut.  I could only scream into his hand and he
mercilessly drilled his cock into my ass, pulling all the way out and then
shoving back in until his balls slapped my taint.  Raising my head slightly I
noticed the mirror at the head off the bed; I could see him behind me
jackhammering his dick, eyes almost glowing in the darkness of the room.
Now he really did look the part of the wolf, the unleashed and wild predator
stalking the night only wishing to claim its next victim.  As his member
continued to pound into my inner depths I finally began to relax and be able to
enjoy both the length and girth of his size.  He will filling my ass unlike
anything I had ever experienced, hitting every spot that made me want to howl
from pain and undeniable pleasure.  I felt my own cock re-stiffening under my
body, the blood thumping though my own vein and my balls tightening wanting
to cum desperately but not wanting it to stop.  He pressed me harder into the
bed holding me down, his strength was amazing and unexpected for his size;
he had me totally immobile holding me in place with one hand.  I'm not sure
how long he fucked me but he never seemed to tire from his unrelenting
pounding of my sore hole.  We both were lost in a world of pleasure and sex, of
raw uncontrollable lust and hunger.
      "FUCK YES BOY!  That ass is going to get filled with my huge fucking
load!  But that's not all you're gonna get fucker...I'm gonna want to use this
ass again and again for my fucking pleasure.  Do you want this load boy?  Do
you want what I am going to give you and are you going to give it to me when I
need it, boy?"
      My mind and body were totally overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure being
drilled into my ass "YES!  YES SIR!  Do whatever you want to me Sir! I want
you to fill me up and use this ass and mouth whenever you need it, Sir!  Make
me your fucking slut boy!"  I felt his hands tighten on my shoulders holding me
down even tighter than before and he stretched his body out completely over
my own.  With one long hard thrust two things happened at once, his fat cock
torpedoed as deep into my worn and used ass as it could go, filling my guts
with his engorged manhood and he covered the side of my neck with his mouth
biting into my flesh.  There was a momentary flash of pain through my body
then I was wracked by throws of sheer ecstasy, a complete swoon flushed my
body and as I felt the flood of juice pumping from his cock into the depths of
my body.  My own dick hardened more than I ever thought possible and I shot
loads of my own sperm onto the bed, drenching the sheets under me with my
seed.  I could feel the cum still pumping from his dick, that massive vein on the
underside of his cock shooting it into me like a never-ending geyser of man
juice.  His mouth was still locked around my neck and I could feel the pressure
and pain coming from that spot.  As my own orgasm subsided I felt the energy
draining from my body, it must have been the endorphins, or the crash that
sometimes comes after a particularly good, hard fucking taking over, but I felt
my eyes getting heavy and started drifting.  His cock finally stopped shooting
but remained placed firmly in my ass, and his mouth pulled off my neck.  I
could feel the heat where he had pierced my flesh, then I felt it...the trickle of
blood running around my neck and up under my chin; the fucker really had
bitten me hard to draw blood like that, but still I didn't care, I was drifting out.
A hand pressed over my face, pressing fingers into my mouth...hot wet fingers
and a slight metallic smell filled my senses.  I tried pulling away.
      "Clean my fingers off, fucker!  Lick off every drop or you're never getting
up from this bed."  I no longer had any energy to fight or protest, I licked his
fingers clean as ordered and just before consciousness left me and I drifted into
black I thought, did his sadistic fucker just feed me my own blood?  Then I was
gone.
      I'm not sure how long I was out but when I woke I was outside.  My
pants and shoes had been replaced onto my body but my shirt hadn't survived
the night.  Ah well, it wasn't the first or last piece of clothing to not make it
through a night.  Cold metal pressed against my back, and as my vision began
to clear I could tell I was in an alley, propped against a large dumpster deep in
the shadows.  My head was still spinning and I could feel both the soreness of
my ass as well and the fullness of his load inside me.  My back stung, so did
my neck.  "Motherfucker!"  I reached up feeling the sides of my neck; the flesh
was tender and soft, crusted with a few drops of dried blood but I didn't feel
any open wounds.  I grabbed the sides of the metal dumpster, and pulled
myself up so I could stand, propped against its cold support.  Fuck I was
hungry!  Slowly I made my way out from the shadows rounding the dumpster
trying to determine where I had ended up.  There was a door further up the
alley between this dumpster and its twin.  A single black door illuminated by
the light of a single lamp set into the brick above the frame.  This was the bar,
well the backdoor of the bar to be exact.  I remember seeing this as I walked
over earlier that night watching the bar workers enter through here.  Had it
really only been one night?  It was still late, no sun had broken or even
lightened the sky yet.  As I stood there trying to get my footing, to decide how
much time I had spent in unconsciousness, the door in front of me opened and
someone stepped out into the alley.
      "Hey man, don't I know you?" The deep baritone of his voice cut through
the quiet of the night.  I recognized his voice even before he came into clear
view.  Still wearing his leather vest and puppy dog eyes was Chad, the
bartender from earlier.  "Yea, I remember you from earlier...Devin, right?" I
must have still looked unsure on my feet as he moved closer "Are you ok?"
      I stood still holding myself against the security of the cold dumpster, my
head as throbbing, blood pulsing behind my eyes.  All sound as he spoke
seemed to be receding into blackness.  Hungry. Why was I so fucking Hungry?
Dizziness, swam through my head as he came up right in front of me reaching
out his hand to steady my shoulder.  Pain, small searing pain in my mouth my
gums splitting open and the throbbing of my own blood behind my eyes.  I
could see his mouth moving, the concern creeping into his face at the sight of
me partially doubled over panting for breath.
      Hunger....Pain...Dizziness the sound of the blood...his blood
overwhelmed me.  He touched my shoulder and I moved.  I had him pinned
against the wall, holding him against the brick unable to move.
Hunger...Pain....then there was warmth, pleasure and sweetness.  The pains in
my body washed away, sound returned to my ears and the hunger slowly
receded deep inside me; I felt myself harden with the return of pure pleasure.
A strangled moan and a weight falling into my arms awoke me from my
euphoria.  My eyes snapped open, returning me to where I was, in the ally,
holding this hot muscle cub against the coarse brick wall; my lips still locked
around his throat.  I pulled away letting him slip from my grasp onto the
ground below, embraced by the shadows of the very dumpster that had also
only recently sheltered me.  The blood had stopped flowing down his neck and
was beginning to dry against his flesh crusting into the once soft brown fur of
his chest.  The eyes I had seen before at the bar, the mischief filled eyes of the
puppy dog were glazed and sightless.
	"Sloppy, boy" I spun to face the voice; the man with the wolfen eyes.
"But then again, it was your first time and hardly a drop on the ground."  He
smiled like a proud father would smile at an accomplished son.
	"What the fuck did you do to me?"  I could still taste the blood in my
mouth, the trickles drying on my chin and neck.
	"Don't be stupid, boy.  You know exactly what happened, and remember
you told me I could do Anything I wanted to you."  The man turned and began
walking down the alley "Just remember you also promised that ass to me
whenever I want it, so you Will be seeing me again" he stopped looking back
"Oh and boy, don't be afraid of the light, not everything you read is true." and
just as suddenly as he appeared the man with the eyes of the wolf, the
predator, the one who had claimed me not only for tonight but for countless
times to come, vanished into the shadows.

	So, that's how my story comes to be.  How my life can simultaneously
come to an end and a beginning all in one night.  At first I fought the beast that
I had been made into, raged against the savage, carnal desires that now filled
my body amplifying my darkest desires and lowering my tenuous inhibitions,
but nature can't be fought.  I learned to give into my beast, to control and focus
my hunger, my lust into the perfect hunter.  I feed my appetite for blood and
sex whenever the need arises, and I learned how to feed, to experience the
euphoria of my wild abandon without the callousness of death.  I was beyond
compare.
      A hand touched my shoulder.
	"Happy 'Birthday,' boy"
	Well, almost beyond compare.

                                        J. Banner