Date: Wed, 9 May 2007 17:13:21 +0800
From: J.D. Carson <dear.carson@gmail.com>
Subject: The One With Submission and Need - Chapter 3


             A part of me was shaking violently, but on the outside I
just trembled at his words. I thought of Brandon, that beautiful boy ins
his eyes, and I wanted to be that... to be good enough. So I nodded,
feeling the trembling of my thighs as my fingers slowly continued probing
the insides of my asshole, lubing myself up for whatever this man had in
store for my body and fragile ego.

             The drive up his long driveway seemed to take forever. By
the time I felt the car stop, my mind was a disoriented mess. When Illyas
opened his door, I shook at the shock of the sound. Handle catching and
door being pushed open. I didn't dare move a muscle, besides my two
fingers still sliding in and out my ass. When the door on my side was
opened, again the sound and the slight jerk of the car shocked me. I felt
a hand on the back of my head, fingers almost caringly stroking my scalp
through my scruffy sweaty hair. I felt him lean close, forwards, and at
my ear he whispered: "Relax, sweetie. You'll enjoy this, I promise. We'll
go easy on you." My entire body started quivering outwardly, then
trembling, and before I could attempt controlling myself my entire body
began shaking hard against the seat.

             "I..." I choked on my words. Besides, I wasn't sure what I
meant to say... Until it came out of my mouth without thought. "I
can't..."

             I felt his hand on the back of my head stiffen. Then I heard
him reach into his pocket. He turns my face to face him, and my eyes are
still tightly shut when I feel the bullet press against my nostrils. I
had been breathing in short gasps through my mouth and it took so much
just to take a regular breath through my nose. The hit was welcomed
though, striking my head and paralyzing my spine for a moment; my fingers
digging into my asshole in reflexive response.

             "That's my boy."

             Everything got hazy really quick. I pried open my eyes to
see Illyas' concerned expression disappear to be replaced by that... look
again... in his eyes. He had a smirk on his lips that I recognized but
couldn't interpret, but before I could think more of it, his hands were
under my arms lifting me out of the car like I was a drunken teen or
sleepy child. Wobbling on legs that looked unfamiliar, this gorgeous hunk
helped me into the smoke-filled living room, where two men were already
stuffing their hefty cocks up a young male's ass and mouth. The young
man's torso was thrown over the armrest of the leather sofa. A handsome
man with a smoothly hairy chest was positioned at the boy's ass. At the
boy's hungry open mouth was the other man, a dirty-blond god with a
buzz-cut and arms covered in colorful tattoos. They both looked up at me
as Illyas led me into the room; they both grinned and winked, though I'm
not certain if it was to Illyas or to my wrecked state. I tried to get my
body to act naturally; I was keenly aware of how naked I was even in
comparison to the three naked men on the couch.

             The boy between them was oblivious to my entrance,
struggling to take more of cock in front of him into his throat.

             "That's my Brandon," Illyas' whispered. "The blonde is Marc
and the dark-haired one is Anton... Do you want a drink?"

              I nod and followed Illyas to the bar counter in the living
room, where we could still see the three on the couch. I leaned onto the
counter, my legs feeling foreign and still trembling, my upper body
throbbing with my racing heartbeat. The room was dark. The shades were
completely drawn and the only light came from the fireplace, which was
helping to warm my skin too. Illyas hands me a shot of Absinthe and I
gulp it down, hoping that it would take my mind far away from this place
and all the things I was about to do... but hoping also that it would
also leave my body behind. As much as my mind was repelled by everything
I was witnessing and soon to be a part of, my cock had never felt so
strained and erect. I had precum leaked all over my thighs and lower
stomach.

             "I think he likes you," Illyas nodded towards Brandon, who I
guess had finally noticed my entrance. I look in his direction and make
eye contact quite by accident... but it's almost as if his eyes had
caught mine. They were magnetic, and I immediately understood his hold
over Illyas. Strangely though, I wasn't jealous. In fact, something about
his looking into me calmed me. And it tickled me, when he smiled; with a
massive cock still in his mouth, a side of his lips curling up into the
sexiest smile I had ever seen on a man who looked so much like a boy... I
think I realized in that cloudy moment that all my longings for rugged
handsome men^×the tough guys whose brute masculine strength drive my
insides wild^×were misplaced lust. I think I fell in love with him, this
boy, whose face was now being rudely fucked, whose back was arched in
pain and pleasure against the man drilling cock up into him from behind.

             "But he will never love you back," Illyas' voice^×seemingly
from a great distance^×whispered into my ear, talking almost to himself
in his stoned manner. "I've loved him since that night under the
bleachers, but he can only love a soft body with breasts and an
unassuming cunt. He married the woman he loves."

             Illyas sounded heartbroken, but all I could do was keep
staring into the boy's eyes.

              "All he wants from us is a good fucking. A hard fat cock up
his ass and preferably one choking his mouth... Hmm... I still don't know
how he manages to still sing and shake that cute ass of his after we're
done using his fuckholes the way he wants us to."

             Illyas was rubbing his bulge with one hand as he brought the
bullet up to his nose with the other.

             "I want to meet him." My voice didn't belong to me, and
Illyas just chuckled, shaking his head mockingly.

             "You shall..."

             With that, Illyas twisted my ear sharply, ignoring my yelp
of pain and surprise, dragging me with his twist towards the sofa. I was
dropped to my knees between the two men, in front of the sofa and to
Brandon's side.

             "Suck him."

             My head was pressed forward beneath Brandon's waist, and I
rushed to angle my neck to take his cock into my parted lips. To hear him
groan at the touch of my lips and tongue to his cockhead^×it made my
heart skip a beat and lurch towards taking more of his sweet penis into
my mouth. I heard a chuckle from behind me as I starvingly slurped at
Brandon's oozing precum, tasting the crusted cum left on his dick from
what I imagine must have been leftover donations from one of the two men
pounding at him. Maybe it was Illyas'. At that moment, I couldn't have
cared less, especially since Brandon's moaning was getting louder and
louder, even as it was muffled by the groin of the man fucking his face.

             It took me by surprise when Brandon let out a long exquisite
moan and began dumping his sweet seed into my mouth and coating my tongue
and throat. I kept sucking and licking, earnestly decided on swallowing
ever sliver of spunk this beautiful boy had to offer me; my heart was set
on pleasing him however I could. Before he was done coming though, both
men who were pressed against him grunted loudly, coming into the boy's
holes. Anton's frenzied thrusts fucked Brandon's cock back and forth in
my throat, his cum spilling from Brandon's asshole and smearing against
my nose and cheek. Brandon was driven out of control, fucking back onto
Anton's cock wildly, his entire body arching and collapsing in an
agonized writhing dance of sorts. The sounds of his slurping of Marc's
cumload matched mine, and my hand instinctively reached for my own
painfully neglected dick, for my own much-needed release.

             The moment I felt my fingers grasp my dick though, my arm
was roughly jerked back and twisted behind me, and I howled into Brandon
's crotch in mixed pain and delight. Like a pro though (and I surprised
myself, really), I immediately continued sucking at Brandon's now
softening penis.

             "You sure train your bitches well," a voice said to Illyas
as Illyas jerked me from Brandon's cock with a hand holding my arm behind
me.

             "Now I want to see your new bitch cry," another voice said.

             My eyelashes were matted with sweat as I struggled to blink
myself into sight and consciousness. A forearm interrupted, locking my
neck in a chokehold from behind. My bare back pressed against the warm
chest of Illyas who was holding me, but before I could stop from
panicking, his chokehold jerked tighter. My throat constricted and my
lungs compressed as I started to struggle against him in vain. My eyes
fluttered and I was seeing nothing but blinks of darkness and shadowy
blurs. I tried to gasp for air, but just felt myself choking for it. And
then I exploded. My dick erupted in the most astounding orgasm I had ever
had, shooting spurt after spurt of hot cum onto the rug that had been
laid out over the carpet. I couldn't breathe but my dick kept coming,
tears streaming down my face to match... and the next thing I know I'm
seeing stars for a quick moment before blacking out.


            I dreamt something then. I dreamt of Brandon and I kissing in
the backseat of my car. Illyas was fucking my ass hard, but I couldn't
feel it. The only thing I could feel was the soft gentleness of Brandon's
tongue in my mouth, his sweet lips sucking around mine. It was wonderful,
kissing him. All his beauty seemed to pour and scream out, like rage, but
beautiful. I broke the kiss and confessed that I loved him, to which he
smiled his precious angelic smile and whispered, "I'm sorry, Matthew. I'm
sorry."


            When I woke up I was in my bed, in my own room, at my own
place. I checked the time and it was 5 in the morning, Sunday. From what
I remembered, I must have been out since Saturday late morning... My
entire body ached but still felt oddly numb. I had been left on top of
the sheets, and my cold skin was sticking to the comforter. I smelt
nauseatingly like a backroom. I tried not to panic. Illyas must have
taken me home.

             In the bathroom mirror I noticed the scary purple bruise
that stretched across the entire front of my neck. I had welts on my
thighs and painful stripes on my ass. My dick was still rock hard though,
my balls heavy and sore. I was afraid to, but I touched a finger to my
asshole and found it caked with dry blood. My head started to spin. I
searched for a memory of the previous morning's happenings, and my
thoughts whirred between what could have happened and who had done it. I
ran a cold shower, got into it, then found myself crouched into a corner
of the shower stall, my body shaking uncontrollably as I sobbed into my
knees. The water was streaked with thin rusty streams of my blood as it
washed down the drain.