Chapter 1

I am consciousness.  I exist therefor I am, but I do not exist in a way that you would believe.  I feed on experiences, sexual experiences.  Wakening experiences.   I am a spirit unformed on this plane, but with the ability to pass from one host to the next, inhabiting whatever body takes my passion, my need.   Today I am unsouled floating above the morass of humanity and looking for my next meal.   I think lower and my consciousness repositions itself just above a shopping strip.  The great building seems to glow with energy that only I can see.  The energy of inexperienced virginal youth.  The smell is overpowering and I draw nearer ever nearer.  I enter the structure and all at once, the hubbub of noisy humanity flows around me.  Hmm, but where to begin.  I am hungry, so very hungry that I must feed now.   I head towards the men's bathroom drawn by thoughts of sex.  Inside, a man in his thirties waits in a cubicle slowly masturbating to the sounds of those outside.   When I enter, he is the only occupant of the bathroom, but I can feel energy approaching….

The outer door opens and a blond haired youth enters making his way to the urinal.  He is perhaps 14 years of age.   Dressed in khaki shorts with a striped polo and loafers he steps up and lowers his zip fishing his adolescent cock out and pointing it at the urinal.  A stream can be heard splashing on the porcelain and the boy almost stops as he hears a gasp from the occupied cubicle, but his bladder can't be denied and he continues until the stream begins to die.  I judge my time to perfection (this is not my first rodeo after all) and I enter his body settling in.  His eyes widen in surprise before I have full control.  I can feel the boy's hand in the moment of shaking his lovely boy cock and a gasp escapes his pink lips.  

Adam, yes I am Adam.  I can still feel the boy's consciousness pushed to the side.  I feel his fear, the fear of an observer without agency to effect an outcome.  I also feel his curiosity before I push him from my thoughts and step away from the urinal.  I cross to the door of the cubicle feeling the young body move.  The grace of the musculature, the ease with which I cross the distance and I am content.  I knock on the door of the cubicle and I hear a startled answer from within.

"Let me in."  I say noting, the husky youthful voice coming from my/our lips.  

The door opens to reveal a slightly overweight older man.  He has covered himself up and looks at me with feigned concern.    

I enter the cubicle.  It is blue walls and narrow, not much room for what I need, but it will be enough.  

I put a hand up against his chest and step forward pushing him back into the stall.  

"What are you doing?"  He asks, his voice quivering.

I ignore him and start to unbutton his jeans, as I lean in and slip my tongue into his startled mouth.   The man responds with a groan of desire and in my/our head I can sense the confusion of the host.  Again, I ignore him and continue to divest the man of his clothing.  

He is unmoving, waiting to see where this will go, and I settle onto my haunches eyeing the man's uncut 7" [18 cm] before me.  Slowly, looking up into his surprised but yearning face, I lean in and part my lips letting my tongue moisten them before I extend it into an arrow and begin to lick around the rapidly growing member.  

The man groans again, eyes fastened on my ministrations, as he braces his hands against the walls and begins to thrust his hips, forcing his cock deeper into my mouth.  

I feed, all the while feeling the shock and slight revulsion of my host.  I laugh at him and redouble my efforts on the rigid member in my mouth.  

Just then, the door to the bathroom opens, and I can sense fresh meat walking into the space.  By the smell he is an older man.  Experienced in eroticism, he makes his way to the stall beside us.  

The man I am sucking stops all movement and goes quiet but I continue, slurping and licking for all I am worth.  

I can hear the neighboring toilet flush and then the door open, before a knock and a question.

"What's going on in there?"  Gravely, gruff, commanding.

I plop the spit coated fuck tool from my mouth and turn to open the door, greeting the salt and pepper haired gentleman on the other side with a spit coated grin.   I step forward and place my hand in his tan pants pulling him into the cubicle with us, as the man behind me hems and haws his denials.  

Looking over my shoulder, I flip my blond hair and tell him to shut the fuck up, as he didn't seem to mind having his cock in my mouth two seconds ago.  

I turn back to the older man and lean forward searching inside his pants as I kiss his startled lips.  Finding his rod, I whistle with appreciation.  9" [23 cm] if it is a day.  My hand fumbles at his belt and he begins to help releasing the monster into the light of day.  Behind me, the first man resumes stroking his cock watching the scene before him.  Quickly I stoop and shove as much cock in my mouth as I can.  Stretching my jaw wide and relaxing my throat, I try to train this body's gag reflex.  

Hands latch around my neck and soon I am nose deep in pubes, leaking spit around the monster in my mouth.  

I pull off and stand up eyeing the man, while removing my shorts and underwear before spreading my legs and turning around.  My hand snakes out to grab the first man's cock and stroke it up and down.  It is leaking pre-cum with gusto and I gather as much as I can on my fingers before thrusting it into my virgin ass.  

The boy inside my head screams with fear as I say to the man, "What the fuck are you waiting for?  Fuck me now dude."

I plunge back onto the cock in my hand and deep throat it, squeezing my fingers on the balls beneath, milking for my meal.  

Behind me I can feel hands on my bubble butt, forcing the cheeks apart.  A murmur of appreciation can be heard before a blunt head can be felt pushing against the tight entrance to my boy cunt.   Pain is part of the experience and I accept it with practice.  Not so the boy inside, but he will learn.  With a searing pop, the man is inside and thrusting.  I grunt with appreciation and settle to my task.  Feeding, always feeding.  

I can feel the growing balls between my legs banging back against larger hairy balls behind me, as the small teen cock stays rigid against my stomach.  

On and on the man thrusts into me, rubbing across the button deep inside and soon I can feel the boy accepting the feelings that he is sharing with me.  Almost I relent in letting him take some control, but I am not that trusting.  I do let him experience the fullness and the desire of the men who are ravaging his body though and that seems enough for now.  

The man behind grabs my slender hips and starts fucking deep and hard causing a wet slapping sound to echo off the bathroom walls, whilst in front the original man is buried deep in my throat.  I reach underneath and thrust my finger into his man cunt, and as I do his balls tighten up.  With urgency now, he pushes deep and releases volley after volley of cream into my throat.  I pull back searching for some to savor on the inexperienced tongue, extending and flattening it and letting the drips fall onto my chin.   My fingers wipe up and slip the morass into my waiting mouth to swallow with relish.

The man fucking me grunts and I know it is time for round two.  He stills holding me firm and I feel the pulsing of his cock inside me.  The warmth spreading deep is satisfying as I feed.  He sags back against the bathroom stall and I wriggle my ass as I slowly slide from him, before turning and dropping to my haunches, spreading my legs and letting my rigid cock bounce free.  I proceed to clean him up and rise to my feet leaning in and kissing his puzzled lips.

"Thank you gentlemen,"  I say before regaining my clothing and maneuvering to exit the stall.  I cross to the basins and wash my hands and face. As I do that, both men have exited the stall and are standing staring wide eyed at the 14 year old washing up, as if nothing had happened.  

"Later dudes."  I say and then exit the bathroom leaving satisfaction and puzzlement behind me.  

I check in on the host inside and find that he is whirling in thought.  Laughing to myself, I stay with him until he is halfway down the escalators and then I set him free. 

Disensouled I watch him stagger and then right himself.  He looks around with surprise and steps off the bottom of the moving stair.  He walks slowly forward thinking to rejoin his friends, but something inside has changed.   Altering course he returns to the 2nd floor and walks between the shops looking at each face he passes.   Finally, he spots an older security guard with grey hair and stops in front of him.  The man looks at him warily.  

"Hi, I'm Adam.  You just fucked me in the bathroom.  Do you wanna maybe get a soda and then do it again.?"

Chapter 2 

I am scared.  I can't control my own body.  I am conscious, but I am contained within my own skull like an insect in amber.  Moments ago, I had complete control.  I was walking through the dining hall of the cruise ship my family is vacationing on.  Ahead of me, my older sister and mother walked arm in arm from the restaurant with casual abandon, giggling and chatting together as they often did.  My dad who was walking behind me stumbled and caught himself before almost knocking me over.  You see, as I was walking I had felt a tingling sensation begin on the crown of my head.  It had proceeded to flow down and over me quickly and effortlessly, and everywhere it touched, I lost control of my muscles.  Before I could think to cry out it had control of my voice, then my arms then my legs, which stopped moving in mid stride.  

"Pete, are you alright buddy?"  My dad asked as he put out a hand to grip my shoulder.  

Inside my head, I screamed.  "No dad, I am not ok.  Help me!"  But my body just straightened up and turned to gaze up at my father.  

I could see the puzzled look in his eyes.  Again, I screamed with all my might, questing inside my frozen body for the answer to my predicament.  I found it.  There, in control was another, a cold consciousness that spared only a moment of its awareness to regard me and dismiss me.  

That other looked up into my father's eyes and licked my lips lightly.   Dad's concern seemed to grow and he tightened his grip on my shoulder turning me towards the door propelling me before him.

My mother and sister had stopped at the door and turned to regard us as we came forward.  

"I think there is something wrong with Pete.   I will take him back to the room.  You girls go on and enjoy the show ok."

My mom came forward and wiped her hand across my brow, gripping my cheek.  

"Hmmm, yes he feels a little clammy.  If you don't mind Roger, Kim and I were really looking forward to the dancing on the Lido deck."

"Of course honey,  see you soon.  Enjoy."

They leave and my dad resumes putting pressure on my shoulder and steering us towards the elevators.   Once inside he releases his grip and presses the button for our floor.  

I feel myself turn and step in towards him.  My arms lift and circle around his waist.  In the mirror inside the lift, I see my father look down upon me.  I am only chest high upon him and I see his face soften and his arms lock around me.  

"Oh this is nice Pete.  It has been a long time since you have wanted a hug from your old dad."

Truth be told, I did want a hug from my dad often, but at 13 years of age I thought I was too cool for that sort of thing.   I am your typical all American teen.  Sandy blond blow away hair currently held down by a baseball cap.   My young body is tanned and toned from many hours spent surfing at our local beach with my dad, and as I look now I watch my small frame clad in shorts and a t-shirt press itself tighter and tighter.   I am puzzled.  I can feel that there is no malicious intent towards my father in the entity that has a hold of me, but there is something else, something I don't understand.  There is a tightening, a thrumming inside me that I recognize.  Usually it happens when I look at those pictures of the bikini-clad models on the internet, but there are no models here inside this lift.    My face begins to rub back and forth across my dad's chest and soon I can feel a hard little nub poking me in the cheek.   In the mirror I can see my dad's expression change from a smile to puzzlement. 

He steps back as the lift doors open and once again steers me towards our cabin.  It is a two bedroom suite with separate lounge area and, as we walk into the room, I feel myself step away from my dad and proceed to the divan.   He picks up the remote for the flat screen and turns away from me asking what I would like to watch.   He flicks through a few channels waiting to hear my reply.  Behind him on the divan, I have not been idle.  With surprise, I notice my shorts being opened and slid to the ground.  I step out of them and relax back onto the plush leather.  I am wearing light blue briefs underneath and as my concern grows, I feel myself repositioned.  My buttocks move down the seat and both my legs are drawn up and splayed open.  

My dad turns around and stops in surprise.   "What on earth are you doing Pete?"  He says, staring with wide eyes.  He can see the outline of my teen cock and balls pushed up in my stretched underwear.  The fabric is pulled slightly to the side and the ridge of my inner thigh muscles is creating small shadowed gaps under the cloth.

I hear myself speak for the first time.  It is an uncanny experience.  My voice, but not my words.

"What would you do if I did this dad?"  I said with a breathy gravel as I slowly reach down, hook a finger in the gap of my jocks, and begin to drag it aside exposing my buttock and my small round hole in between.   I am embarrassed and mortified, and I renew my attempts to regain control of my body, but there is nothing I can do.  

"What the hell are you talking about?  You had better have a good explanation mate."    Dad's sternest voice lashes out against me, but I can see his eyes widen and lock onto the exposed area of teen flesh.  

Again I speak.  "Or how about if I did this."  My voice is sultry, sexy almost.  Where had I learnt that?  My hand reaches down and once again grabs the thin fabric dragging it up and around to expose my balls but leave my now inexplicably rock hard teen cock partially covered.  The fingers that are holding the fabric aside begin to circle lazily around my sensitive balls pushing them from side to side.  The rounded ovals jiggle up and down above the small seam that runs to my asshole.

"Pete, enough."  Dad says and goes to step away but stops when he sees me push a finger into my mouth and then circle my little puckered hole.  

I can see the pulse in his throat beating a mile a minute and he has a flushed look to his face.  

"Daddy, I have an itch deep inside me that I need you to fix.  Please daddy.  It is in here."  I say as I push my finger into my tight ring.  "Way up high.  I can't reach it."   I am horrified.  I have never played with my ass before.  The finger inside me was not something I would have ever considered, but what is more horrifying is the reaction of my father.   He groans and licks his lips looking at me with pleading eyes.  What is he thinking?  Surely, he doesn't want to see my asshole with my finger in it.  Does he?

Now I have two hands grasping apart my butt cheeks.  My arms looped under my splayed legs.  The tips of both pointer fingers are pulling the little lips of my boy hole apart, as I look pleadingly up into my daddy's eyes.  

We stay in this frozen tableau for what seems like many minutes.  I can see my dad's breathing quicken and there is a lump expanding inside his khaki shorts.  

"It's here daddy," I whisper dragging my boy hole wider, "you just have to take it."

My dad comes forward slowly, never taking his eyes off my exposed flesh.  He runs a hand up my calf muscle and cups under my knee lifting it up and to the side.  

"Yesss daddy."  I breathe.  The me not in control is lost in this moment.  I don't understand what is happening.  Why is this happening?  What does this thing that has hold of me want?  What does my dad want?

The hand holding my knee apart continues to trace down the inside of my thigh now until it is almost to my own fingers, which are still pulling my ass cheeks open.   Dad's finger traces the line from below my small balls down to my asshole, where it slowly begins to circle the opening.  

"Do you like my boy cunt daddy?"  my voice asks and I hear him gasp before swallowing hard.

"Where did you learn that word Pete?"  he asks.

I don't know.  I think I have heard it before, but I know it is a dirty word.  My voice answers.  "Oh I know lots of dirty words.  Cock, cum, deep throat, spunk, fucking but my favorite is boy cunt.  Don't you just love the way that  word sounds, as you roll it from your tongue?  Boooyyy cccuuunnnntttttt."  I drawl the sounds.  The effect on my father is dramatic.  Almost as if he is released from a force field, he drops to his knees before the couch and leans forward bracing my legs apart behind my knees.  His face gets closer and closer, and as it does, I can swear I can see his lips part and his tongue begin to protrude from his mouth.  The me that is me is in shock as I feel a feather light touch on my small round sphincter.  

Is he really licking my ass?   

Yes he is really licking my ass. 

I can feel his tongue harden and push my little lips apart.   He has one hand cupped with his fingers pointing upwards and his thumb horizontally making his hand form an L shape.  It is placed so that his thumb is just below my balls and his thumb is moving, massaging them as he tongues me.  

I am grunting with what sounds to me like pleasure and I must admit it is not a bad sensation.  

"Yes, eat my ass, old man." 

My 13 year old cock is hard and straining against my stomach, but I don't think it is me that is truly in charge of that.  

I feel my hips begin to wiggle from side to side as dad gets a little more aggressive and starts to motorboat my asshole, humming all the time with sounds of pleasure.   

He stops suddenly and sits back on his haunches.  "Are you sure about this Pete?"  he asks, and in reply the entity that is controlling me reaches out and grabs my dad's hand, pulls his pointer finger forward and extends it before sliding into my mouth and letting my tongue coat it with saliva.  Then he slides it down my body and I gasp as I watch my own hands line up the finger and place it at the opening of my hole.  

"Go for it dad."  It smiles and then gasps as the first finger larger than my own enters my boy cunt.  My 13 year old hips buck a little trying to drag it further in and my dad seems encouraged. 

He is breathing hard now and starts to slide his finger back and forth opening me up.  

My left hand, that had been occupied in holding my hole open, now reaches forward and begins to trace the line of what can only be my dad's cock.  It seems huge to my small hands.  Despite myself, I am fascinated almost like I am hypnotized by this primal dance that is unfolding.  The entity begins to fumble at the zip to my dad's shorts, but he seems almost frenzied and begins to remove them himself all without taking his finger from my ass.  In fact, I start to feel a second finger prodding and questing as it tries to gain entry.  

I feel myself swung around until I am lying flat on the couch my legs still drawn up and my still occupied ass exposed.  My hands reach out and circle my dad's huge uncut cock and begin to drag it towards…. no wait…. it is in my mouth.  I AM SUCKING ON MY DAD'S HARD 8 INCH [20 cm] COCK.   My tongue is working around the bulbous end, working its way into the foreskin.  My lips purse on the slack flesh and drag it down, before I plunge forward and impale myself on his hardness.  I feel satisfaction from the entity in control.  It is almost as if it is feeding off this sensation.  It is glutting itself on the experience, as I lose my innocence forever.  

Dad grunts in surprise and sits back looking me in the eyes.  "Where did you learn that?  If your uncle Max had a hand in this, I will kill him."  

"Never mind Dad, just enjoy the ride and accept the fact that I know what I am doing."

I swipe my tongue across his slit for emphasis and he groans before thrusting his cock back into my mouth.  

A new sensation.  Hot and wet.  Something is working my hard 4 inch [10 cm] cock up and down.  A gentle breath and then suckling pleasure washes through my body.  

Oh my God, that is great.  I look down to see my dick disappear into my dad's mouth and I must admit I, ME, Us, we are turned on.  Almost I am in sync with the entity in control, as I push my hips forward to gain more sensation.  

I am unsure but I think there are three fingers inside me now.  There is a little pain, but not much, and the sensation of getting a blow job whilst being finger fucked, I must admit, is not a bad one.  

I am looking up at my dad's balls as I suck greedily on his cock.  I notice they seem to be pulling upwards and the entity in control stops all movement and holds perfectly still.  My mouth opens and slowly I let go of the throbbing tool.  Dad groans and looks down with something akin to pleading in his eyes, as a thin spool of precum descends from his cock to caress my puffy lips. 

"Daddy, I don't want you to finish here," I say pointing a finger to my lips before dragging the same finger down across my flat stomach and past my wet cock to point to my finger stretched opening, "but here."   Wait, what? I think inside my head.

Again, dad groans and like a man in a dream he picks me up in one fluid motion from the couch.   His manhood is engorged and urgent and he swings me around to face him so that my coltish legs splay around his hips and lock behind his back. This opens up my buttocks and I can feel his hands sliding down, to grip each of my ass cheeks, his index fingers teasingly opening me wider.  My arms are around my dad's neck and I am looking deeply into his eyes.  I see lust, but more I see love, acceptance, need.  Inside myself, I am fascinated by this.  Never would I have expected to feel these things with my dad.   I loved him absolutely, but for a few years it had felt as though we were pulling further and further apart.  Imagined slights and indifference gained purchase inside me until I thought uncaring was the norm, but here, now, there is but one of us.

For a breath we remain still and then the entity pushes my legs upwards, lowering my ass towards him.  

I am scared.

This will hurt.

The entity snorts inside my head with amusement, as he feels my thoughts roil about.  

There is a pressure, a bluntness.  It is not unpleasant, but it builds.  I feel my puckered opening begin to stretch and stretch some more, until with a searing pop the head of the hard cock slips inside my ring.   

I scream, but no sound escapes my lips.  This is not fun, this fucking hurts, but I am forced to remain until the pain subsides.  

I feel full.  

I am still looking into my dad's eyes and I see the ecstasy etched within his half lidded orbs.  

My butt wriggles and soon I am sliding further and further down the invading pole, until when, with a grunt, I am seated securely.  

Dad sags back and collapses onto the divan taking me with him, and I lean forward plunging my tongue into his mouth.  He begins to suckle on it as his hips buck back and forth, fucking into my newly formed boy cunt.  I think on this term.  One I had not understood until moments ago, but now I am aware.  There is no pain now as the entity has control of my muscles and relaxes instead of contracting where I would have.  It accepts the pain and transmutes it into pleasure.  I feel the buzz against something deep inside me as the thick cock head broaches my innermost parts rubbing a small nubbin within. 

The feeding continues as my dad fucks me.  In and out.  My young flesh rolling and stretching around him, until with a hard thrust and a grunt of surprise I feel him quest deeper still and then hold firm.  Warmth floods inside me, spreading, trickling.  I feel it descend around the rock hard cock until it builds against the well of my rectum, and then with viscous droplets escapes to slide down and out onto his spasming nut sac.    Somewhere in all of this urgency, I had felt the most amazing sensation.  The tingling had started inside the pit of my stomach before sweeping into the depths of my groin, causing all sorts of small muscles to twist and contract.  My cock, mashed up against my father's stomach, began to pulse and contract until a clear fluid guzzled out of the exposed slit to slide into my father's belly button.  

Oh my god.  I thought, only to have the returning thought inside my head. I know, right? And you're welcome.

My dad laid panting, still deep inside me, until his eyes flew open and he looked at me with concern.  

"Oh my God Pete.  I am so sorry.  That should never have happened.  Please, please forgive me."

The entity still sipping the dregs of the energy it had created, raised my body up allowing the semi hard daddy cock to plop from my ass, causing my father to look mortified as his own fluids rain down upon him.

"S'ok dad.  That was fun."  It said leaving a puzzled man behind, as it took us to the bathroom.  

You may not realize this, it said within my mind, but you owe me big time.

How do you figure that, I swiped.  You just let my dad fuck me.  I screamed at it.

Yes.  But unless you are totally stupid, you must realize you enjoyed it.  What's more, you had total control over the last part of that.  You remember the bit where you came all over your daddy's stomach.  Yup, all you buddy.

No.  Not, true. 

Search your memory.  All true.  The cruel creature laughed inside my head and then released me permanently, sliding from my body like shedding snakeskin.  

I spent a little time in the bathroom cleaning up.  I ran the bath and soaked watching the water roll back and forth in sync with the ocean outside, until I heard the cabin door open and my sister and mother return.  

"That was so much fun."  I heard my sister say.

"It really was Roger, you should have been there, you missed a great time.  Oh, how is Pete doing?"

"Umm, he is in the bathroom.  I think he is taking a bath."

"Is he ok?"

"Err… I think so."

Silence falls outside until there is a small knock at the door to the bathroom. 

"Pete, it's Dad.  Are you sure you are ok son?"  He says waiting for my reply.

"All good dad.  Think I will head straight to bed when I get out, if that is ok?"

"Of course mate.  Just so's your fine alright."  He stutters and then falls silent.  

I finish in the bathroom and wrap myself in my towel heading towards my bedroom that I share with my sister on the cruise ship.  I slip on some boxers and slide beneath the sheets, burying my head in the pillows.  

Now ensues a long night where my thoughts explode and implode and explode again, until they settle and a re-ordering is accomplished.  Finally, sleep claims me until I am called by my mother to come for breakfast.  

I stumble from bed and marvel at the control I have regained over my body.  I pull on some red bikini briefs, a pair of shorts and a T-shirt then leave the room to see my mum, my sister and my dad standing in the middle of the lounge waiting for me.  Dad is staring fixedly at the floor and I cough before saying.

"I don't really feel like breakfast yet mum.  Perhaps you and Kim could go now and Dad and I could go a little later?"  I swallowed and opened my eyes wide with what I hoped was innocence.  

My mother looked deep in my eyes and smiled.  "Oh you want a little boy time with your dad huh?  Well that's ok, I get it.  I guess we can have some girl time too.  Ready Kim?" And with that the two of them left the room, leaving silence behind them.  

My dad turned his back towards me and went to stand looking out the stateroom window at the gentle sea beyond, before turning around and stopping in surprise, as he found me once again on the couch with my legs up dragging aside a red pair of briefs to show my freshly fucked boy cunt.  

"I guess this is how we started yesterday, wasn't it dad?   You maybe wanna fuck me again?"  I asked and smiled.

"I fucking love you Pete." My dad said.

"Fucking love you too old man."

CHAPTER 3

I am hungry.  My essence burns with need driving me towards the next feeding.  I must choose carefully again.  Though I am not discriminatory, I find that the reward is much greater if the subject is a little willing.  I have left Pete and his father enjoying their newfound recreation, and as I pass by their stateroom I look in to see the boy's legs waiving in the air as his daddy takes him again.  

I need more and I need it now.  I sense a bunched energy ahead with just a hint of sensuality lying under the surface.   As I near, I can smell the lack of experience.  The burning desire that does not have the confidence or the understanding to express itself.   I enter the room to find two teenaged boys of around 14 years of age.   Both are lazing away the afternoon on the great ship playing cards.  I sense the infatuation of the slightly younger one whose eyes seem to wander repeatedly to the curve of his friends' crotch.  The older boy is oblivious to the attention, as he focuses on winning the game.  Almost I swoop in then and take him but I hear the door to the room opening.  

"Oh, sorry boys."  The man entering says.  He is wearing a steward's uniform and carrying a cleaning kit with him.  "I thought the room was empty.  Would you like for me to come back again later?"  

"No it's alright Andy, as long as you don't mind us being in the road."

"Not at all fellas, it shouldn't take me too long anyway."  

I watch the 22 year old room steward with his short dark hair make his way into the room and begin to tidy up.  The younger of the two lads on the sofa switches his attention from the bulge in his friend's pants to the beautiful curve of the steward's ass.  The man seems unaware, but I see the faint smile curve the corner of his lips.

Ha, I have him, I think, and making my choice, swoop in to take possession of the only one in the room who is completely oblivious.  The older teen freezes just for a moment as I take possession and I feel his rising confusion.  He has stopped playing cards and his younger friend is looking at him/us puzzled.  I see his face with the spotted freckles across his upturned nose almost alter to one of concern, but I crease the face I am in possession of into a smile and sink my right eye into a wink.  

"Wanna have some fun?"  I ask.

Cory, for that is the boy's name, (and I have never met a Cory who didn't like a cock up his ass), answers my grin with one of his own.  All the while the trapped boy pounds at the mental walls inside his own brain.  

"Sure Harry.  Waddya have in mind?"

"Why don't we see if we can get Andy neckid."  I say with a leer.  

"Whaaat.  Why?"

"Just to see if we can.  It will be hilarious."  I said judging the sudden pulse in my friend's throat to mean that he is not only in, but he is excited by it.

"How we going to do it?  We can't just ask him to hang it all out can we?"  Cory whispers leaning in towards me.  I am already beginning to feed from his excitement.

"Why don't you go turn up the heating in the room first of all, and I reckon I have a plan that might work."

Cory stands up and moves surreptitiously towards the climate controls in the suite.  He switches it up and soon the temperature inside the room begins to rise.  Andy doesn't seem to notice at first, but shortly the first rivulets of sweat begin to trickle down his brow.   He is stripping the master bed and the boys can see him swipe a hand across his brow as he continues to work.  

I lean in to Cory and say, "Now we need to take our shirts off."

Cory swallows hard and his eyes widen as I begin to slip out of the Hawaiian shirt I had on exposing the white Tee I had been wearing underneath.  He doesn't move or breathe, as I drag the fabric up and over my head exposing my smooth teen chest.  It is nicely developed with defined pectorals and small perfectly round nipples.   I lean back on the sofa and look at  my friend.  "Well waddaya waiting for.  Get it off dude."  I whisper and Cory begins to drag the black T-shirt he is wearing up and over his head.  He holds the crumpled cloth in front of him with uncertainty and I lean forward and grab the material wrestling it from him.  We both laugh and this attracts Andy's attention.  

"What's going on out here," he laughs.  "It is getting a bit hot, perhaps I should turn the thermostat down."  He queries starting to move towards the controls.  

"Um Andy?"

"Yes?"

"We don't want you to turn down the heating.  We like it like this."

He frowns, but is caught having to acquiesce to the wishes of the guest, no matter how young. 

"Oh, ok then.  I still have a bit to do before I am finished, but maybe I can come back when you are out."

"Na, I reckon it would be good for you to do it now."

"Oh sure."  He turns to go to the master bedroom but I stop him.

"Hey Andy?"  

"Yes, Harry isn't it?"

"Yep, well I thought seeing as we are all guys here and my folks are out for the rest of the day in a seminar, you might like to take of your shirt.  It would make working in this heat a bit more comfortable for you, no?"

I say this with wide innocent eyes leaning back on the couch with my right arm raised up behind my head exposing the few wispy hairs that have started to grow there.  

"Aw, I don't think that is such a good idea fellas,"  he says and almost as if on cue, Cory gets in to the conversation.  

"What are you worried about Andy? Not like anyone will see you."

The man hesitates and then grins at the boys.  

"Alright then, but you two better say nothing or I could be in a heap of trouble."

We both nod.

He unbuttons the white steward's shirt and begins to slide it from his shoulders.  

I look at his well formed musculature and slightly hairy chest and lick the lips of the boy I am holding captive.  He is confused and still battering against his bonds.  He doesn't understand what is going on, but he will.  

Andy once again returns to straightening the room and as he turns, I admire the slender hips and narrow waist that frame a muscular ass.  

Cory leans forward.  "We did it dude.  That was amazing.  I didn't think he would go for it, but he did."

"We are not done yet."  I said as I stand up unbuttoning the front of my khaki shorts and letting them drop to the floor.  Underneath the boy I control is wearing spider man silk boxer shorts.

"Dude." Cory gasps.  "Do you mean really naked?"

I nod with a smile and am rewarded by a slack jawed look of horror. 

"What you worried about man?  Just us guys.  If I can get him naked, you get to be my slave for the day.  If I can't, well then I am yours. Ok?" 

Cory looks at me and then frowns.  "Ok man, deal, but are you sure you're ok?  I've never seen you like this."

"Of course I am mate, just a bet, ok.  Now you get your shorts off too."

"No way Hosea."  He says with a bark of laughter.

"Yes way.  It is the only way this will work.  Now you gunna get em off or do I have to get em off ya?"  I say sitting up and menacing forward.

He laughs and holds up his hands, "Ok man, I give." 

He lowers his brightly colored drawstring shorts to expose a purple pair of jockey shorts underneath and then sits back on the sofa with his hands covering his groin.  Cory has nice shaped legs and a long torso with a swimmers body and I run my eyes in appreciation over his near naked form.  

The delicate manipulation of this situation has delayed my feeding, but I feel the reward growing as the excitement in the room rises.  

Andy is finished in the bedroom and returns with a cloth to wipe over the furniture in the lounge.  He stops in surprise when he sees two near naked teens splayed back on the furniture but he says nothing as he continues to complete his work.  The sweat is now running in little trails down his back and I lick my lips in anticipation.

"Hey Andy, do you wanna cold drink?  You look kinda hot."

"Well actually, I could really use one.  It is cooking in here."

"Why don't you sit down and Cory will get you one."  I nod at Cory and he raises his hands as if to say, 'what the fuck dude,' but he gets up and goes to get the cool drink.  His perfect little ass wobbling in his purple undies as he does.  I watch Andy swallow as his eyes follow the jiggling globes.   Cory returns holding the glass in one hand and covering his jewels with the other and gives the drink to Andy.  

"Thanks man."  Andy says and takes a swallow.

"Why don't you sit down with us for a bit?"  I ask and indicate the arm chair at the end of the suite.  

Andy nods and sits himself down sipping his drink.   

"What sort of undies do you wear Andy?"  I ask and he coughs with surprise.  

"Well you can see I got boxers and Cory here wears jocks so just wondering what you wear."

"Hmm, well I wear pretty much the same as Cory there.  Just some plain old  briefs really."  

"No way.  I wouldna guessed that.  I don't believe you.  Go on then, show us."

"What?"

"Show us.  You said it was pretty hot in here and we are in our undies, so what's the big deal, show us."

Andy stops and stares at me closely for a second and I think he almost has an inkling of what I am doing and I feel the eroticism level ramp up as he says:

"Ok then, it is just us."  He stands and undoes his pants pushing them down and exposing a basic pair of white jock pants, with a very interesting if somewhat full package in the front.   I hear Cory gasp beside me, and both his hands are needed now to cover his groin.  

"They are pretty basic dude."  I say as Andy sits back in the chair letting his legs flop apart and putting his cloth covered equipment on display.  

"Yeah, well, not all of us can pull off spider man boxers asshole,"  he laughs as we join in.  I am leaning back in the chair and innocently lift my leg until my foot is balanced on the couch. The effect is to open the loose fabric of the silk boxers and offer Andy a view of my hairless taint.  I am pretty sure he can almost but not quite see my hosts little puckered cunt if he wants to.

He doesn't disappoint and his eyes are locked there.   The beads of sweat running down his brow are not just from the heat now.  

Cory is sitting next to me staring as if he is in some twilight zone, but his boy cock is hard as nails and his breathing is rapid.  

Judging the time is right, I run my hand up my leg and snag it in my boxers pulling it so my 4 inch [10 cm] cock pops into view.  It is hard and straining with the foreskin pulled back exposing the head.   I notice Andy's cock is getting hard and I point to it.  

"Can we see it?"

"Do you both want to?"  he replies with a soft throaty voice.

I nod and look at Cory who is swallowing hard.

"Yes."  He says with a croak and Andy nods before standing up and pulling the front of his undies down letting his hard rod free.  He holds it with his hand around the base and I lick my lips.  

"Nice dude."  I say as I rock my small teen hips and push my boxers to the floor.  

Andy sits back down on the seat as I stand up and move towards him, his eyes never leaving my boyhood.  My hosts little ass is plump and well made, and I spit in my hand before pushing it into my boy cunt.  Without taking a pause, I straddle him and lower myself onto the rigid pole, sighing with pleasure as I force the virgin boy cunt down and down.  My host is in shock, but I feel him open up as I relax his muscles.  With a grunt, I force the last of his manhood in my cunt and wriggle back and forth, as he groans.

Behind me I hear Cory gasp, "Oh my god Harry, I didn't know you could do that."

I turn to look over my shoulder and smile at my friend before leaning down and working Andy's briefs off his legs until he kicks them away. 

"I win dude.  He's totally neckid, and you're my slave for the day.  Now get that cute ass over here and suck my cock, slave boy."

Cory doesn't have to be asked twice and he leaps from the sofa his hands now leaving his groin to expose his erect small cock pressing with a small wet patch on his purple briefs.  

I feel Andy's hands grip my hips as he starts small thrusts in and out of my stretched hole and I watch as Cory leans down and parts those full lips before taking my dick in his mouth.  He is a beginner, so I give him some encouragement and he is soon working my pole like a pro.  

I look into Andy's eyes as he fucks me and I nod towards Cory's still brief clad ass.  Andy nods and his hand snakes out between my friends legs while I run my hand down his back until I am sliding in under the top of his undies.  

Andy lifts the material away and exposes the boy cock that is hanging down between his legs.  He begins to flick a finger back and forth across the little cock until it spasms and thrust forward hard against Cory's stomach.  He groans and lifts off my cock looking with pleading eyes at Andy. 

"Come on little dude,"  he says and Cory sheds his underwear before climbing onto the arms of the chair and presenting his dick to Andy who doesn't disappoint him.  The man's tongue lashes forward laving the small pole and jiggling the balls underneath.  From this angle, I see a beautiful boy ass winking at me as the small hips thrust back and forward and I can't deny that I want it.  I have started to rise and fall with more frenzied motion as I dive forward to stick my tongue into the puckered ring.  Now I am really feeding as Cory gasping looks over his shoulder at me licking his little boy pussy while I bounce on Andy's cock.  

I wink at him and point to my hard cock.  "You wanna try it?"  I ask and am rewarded by an uncertain nod from my friend.  He pulls back from the suckling man and lowers his ass towards my bouncing cock.  Andy knows the drill and slows his fucking until we accomplish this docking maneuver.   I have always enjoyed the reaction of a host when they first feel the fullness of penetration followed by the warmth of a willing ass clasping their own cock.  Without exception, there is a feeling of surprise at first, but then it is almost as if a switch is flipped and a cock hound is born.   The trapped boy inside me has been through all of these emotions and is at present totally engrossed in the feelings I have given him.  

The feeding is good.

Cory is struggling with the new sensation in his little hole.  He is willing, but it is hard the first time and I help him with advice.  

"Push out dude as I push in and it won't hurt so much.  Relax buddy."

He does so and I feel my glans enter his tight cunt.  We sit like this for a few moments as he adjusts and then he begins to move, slowly at first but with building pressure.  His breath is hoarse and every now and then a small "Oh fuck," can be heard.

I see Andy's hand moving in Cory's groin and I know that the man is helping things along in his own way.  We remain fucking like this for several minutes until I push Cory up and off me and disengage my stretched cunt from the hard cock inside it.  

"Ok slave, on your back man, lift those legs."  Cory lays back onto the glass coffee table and opens his legs to me.  His blue eyes flutter closed as I push into him again.  I look around to see Andy sliding his hand up and down his wet cock as he watches me fuck my friend. 

"I think my slave would like to see if he can fit that," I nod towards his cock, "in his mouth."   

The steward gives me a devilish grin and stands up to position himself above my grunting friend who looks up with wonder at the offering coming his way. His small teen hand wraps itself around the shaft and positions it at his lips where he opens wide and accepts the offering.  

"Attaboy." I say and I hear him giggle around the invader as he slobbers all over it.  Inside me, Harry is in a world of confusion. Don't you like this? I think to him.  

I am not sure what to think.  Never even thought that this was possible.

Doesn't that little asshole feel great wrapped around your cock? 

Well it kinda really does, but it's so gay.  

Fuck that I say and then add.  Oh one minute "Hey Andy, can you finger fuck me while I fuck my mate?  Two fingers dude."

Andy shifts and obliges me as I thrust back onto him. My rounded buttock quivering with each jab. See, it might be gay dude, but it fucking feels awesome.  Our hips are quivering with each thrust as I watch Cory's lips stretch obscenely around the cock in his mouth.  

Oh fuck. My captive groans and before he can release, I pull out and instruct Andy to swap places. He does so and Cory looks up at him with wide open blue eyes.  

"I don't know if I can take it." He says, and I reassure him that he can. Just relax and push out man.  I crouch down and put my arms around his neck and we both watch the big cock broach his asshole.  It is at this moment that the greatest amount of energy is released, and I suck it in feeling almost drunk with the power of it.  My mate is jerking back and forth moaning like a whore as the duo race towards their release.  

I feel Harry embrace the feelings with abandon and he desires to suck his friends cock into his hot little mouth.  I oblige and soon Cory grunts and cries, his ass spasms hard onto the invader as his thin watery spunk spills forward into Harry's waiting mouth.  Andy is pushed over the edge not only by the feelings on his cock, but by the scene he is witnessing and pulls his throbbing tool from the tight little fuck chute as his cum spurts from his cock.  I am still feeding and I eagerly grasp the shaft licking up the spend along with the ass juices. Finally, I am seated and I fall backward resting on the sofa.  Cory raises himself on his elbows and looks at me with a grin.  

"That was fuckin awesome man."  He says and I smile at him as Andy lifts himself to his feet. 

"That was certainly an experience little dudes."  The steward says and waits for my reply.  I choose this moment to slide from my captives body, returning control to him where I wait to see the fall out. 

Harry sits up as he realizes he is back in control and his face sets in a frown.  He looks at Andy and says, "Dude it's fuckin hot in here. Can't you turn down the heating?"  

Andy flinches back and stands up.  His flaccid cock flapping in front of him he goes to comply and stops in front of the dial.  

"What temperature do you want sir?" He asks and turns to the boys who are looking at him with straight faces. 

"What do you reckon Cory?  Is 21 degrees C [70 F] a good temperature for fucking?"

Cory smirks as he climbs onto his hands and knees pushing his buttocks out and swaying his back.

"s'perfect I reckon,"  he says, and it really was. 

Chapter 4 

The cruise ship pulled into port and I allowed myself to follow my latest conquests as they disembarked from the massive liner.   The boys stopped to speak to Andy the steward, who had shown up to wish them farewell.   

"Good luck you two.  It has been a very great pleasure getting to know you both."  Andy said. 

Harry leaned forward and placed a small roll of cash into Andy's hand.   

"My dad would bust a nut if he knew I was giving you this for fucking the shit outa me, but man you deserve it.  Thanks dude." 

Andy winked and smiled.   

"Hope to see you both onboard again soon."  He said and stood with a bittersweet smile as the two lads walked down the gangway towards the pier. 

Disembodied I followed them for a time, drawn by the smell of a new city.   The bustle of the port afforded the sampling of many new minds that were at least open to some types of new experiences, but one shone like a beacon.   A 12 year old boy sat gazing at passers by.  His auburn red hair fell in straight lines around his elfin like face that at present was composed into a visage of boredom.   Inside that mind though, I found a burning need that glowed like the brightest sunshine.   Lust, rampant lust burned in him as his little green eyes darted back and forth watching those leaving the port.   The boy was untested, untried, but ached for the experience and his desire centered on a particular man who was sitting at the immigration desk and totally absorbed in his work.   

Powerfully built and clearly of Italian extraction he had the dark slightly grey peppered hair that looked as though he had just run his fingers through it in the morning and left the house.  The swarthy look of his tanned skin and the muscles bulging under his uniform kept the small red-head entranced for some time.  So much so that I could almost feed from him au natural.   

Decision made, I swept in and settled in his young body feeling the hardness of his adolescent cock twitch in excitement.  The boy's desire intrigued me and so I decided to take a different approach.   

"Hello." 

To all outward appearances, the boy had not moved but I could feel the turmoil inside his mind.  

'Who are you?  Why can't I move?'  He shouted inside our head.   

'As to whom I am, Marty, just know that I am ancient and I can not be denied.  As to why you can not move, you are now mine, temporarily.'  I added and felt the lads natural curiosity spark.   

'You know my name!  May I know yours?' A smart one.  No struggle, no panic just intrigue and acceptance. 

'My name is not important, but I was known as Maygog in times past.' 

'So, why me?  What do you want?' 

I sit looking out though his eyes for a time, sampling his memories. 

'You interest me Marty.  You have desires that are very mature for one so young.' 

He pauses and replies slowly, 'You know about that?' 

'I can see everything that is within you.  I know you as well as you know yourself, but I have an advantage you do not.  I have wisdom and experience.  I will ease your journey into the things you desire.'   

For some reason I wanted this boy's compliance, his willingness to do what I needed.  I could make him do anything I wanted of course, without his volition but there was a sweetness here that I wanted to understand and perhaps possess without force.   

'Do you want to learn?' 

'Yes.'  Came the reply almost immediately. 

'So what do you want?' 

'Him.'   I felt his mind search for the man at the immigration counter.  I complied and looked to see the man processing Pete and his family.   An easy smile and an open honest face had the family relaxed as they passed through.   

'I see.  What do you want to do with him?' 

'Everything, anything.  I don't understand it, I just want to be with him.' 

'He is a friend of your father's right?'   I asked, knowing the answer.  'Married with two kids, one of whom is your best friend, yes?' 

'Yes.' 

'You have spent many nights at his house, you have seem him almost naked and you want to touch him!' 

'Yessss.  I don't understand it, but yes.' 

'Alright, well you shall.  But first I think you need to learn some basics before we get to that.'   

I stood us up and walked quickly to the line of passengers that had just exited the gates.   

The familiar figure of Pete and his Dad were making their way towards the luggage area.   

"Hi Pete." I said and watched as the very cute face of the young lad scrunched up into one of surprise and confusion. 

"Um, hi,  do I know you?"  He said with a flip of his hair.   

"You do.  Oh not this body but I know you very well indeed.  We had a lot of fun with your dad didn't we."  He paused as the gears of his mind shifted. 

"Oh my god.  Is it really you?"  His look of shock was now attracting the attention of his dad. 

"And who is your friend Pete?"  He said with a kind smile on his face. 

"Oh ah, this is….." 

"Marty sir.  Nice to meet you."   

Inside our head, Marty was clearly interested in the man standing before us.   

'He is hot.'  The boy thought at me and I agreed. 

'Wait til you have his cock up your arse.' I said and felt his mind kick into overdrive. 

'Really.  When?'  He responded. 

'Now.' I said and felt his excitement. 

"Pete and I met each other on the boat sir."  I said playing my most innocent smile. 

"Strange, I don't remember him saying anything about a Marty on the boat."  The man turned to his son with a question in his eyes. 

"Oh um yes dad, I'm sure I mentioned him."  The boy hedged until I took control and set my plan in motion. 

"Well, my dad works here in immigration and I thought maybe I could show you both his office, it is really cool and has a view of the shipyard and all."  I felt the approval of my host, as he understood the direction we were taking.   

Pete looked around, spotted his mother and sister disappearing into the bathroom, and added his endorsement to Marty's plan. 

"Come on dad, please, it will just be for a sec."   His voice sounded sincere although he still looked slightly confused. 

"Alright then.  Show the way Marty."  The man said and I took his hand dragging him towards the side of the concourse.   His startled face showed he had not expected this 12 year old to engage in physical contact, but he welcomed it readily enough as Pete followed along.  

Down a corridor and through a set of doors and Marty was standing in front of a keypad lock that opened his father's office.   

"Here we are," I said and keyed in the entry code.   

Once inside, Pete and his dad walked across to the panorama window and began to admire the view of the great dock yard.   

"This sure is an amazing office."  The man said, turning around to face me and stopping in shock as he sees a naked 12 year old displayed on his father's desk with his legs held back towards his chest.   

"I want you to fuck me, like you fuck him. Ok."  I said eyeing the clearly agitated man.  

Inside my head, the captured boy was intrigued by my words. 

'Does he really fuck him?' 

'He does indeed.'  I said.  'And Pete here loves it.' 

'Will he really fit in me? I know I want to experience it but it's gonna hurt right?' 

'Yes.' I said to him without dissembling.  'But for a short time.' 

Roger turned an incredulous look on his son.   

"Pete, I thought we agreed to keep this a secret.  How does he know?" 

The boy took a step away from his father and raised a hand, "I know how he knows, but you wouldn't believe me.  Just know I didn't say anything." 

I raised our hand and waved to the two on the other side of the room.   

"Hello, virgin arse waiting to be fucked here.  Common you two, I can feel you want it.  Just look at this little pucker man," I grabbed our arse cheeks and pulled them apart stretching the tight ring.  It opened up the ring slightly and stretched the smooth skin around it invitingly,  "it needs a grown up cock in there right now.  Oh and I could maybe get you to shove your dick in my mouth too Pete." 

Roger licked his lips and took an involuntary step forward. 

"What about your dad?  He would kill me if he came in."   

I widened our green eyes to full innocent effect and said.  "Yep he probably would, but he won't be in for about an hour soooo, I'm all yours.  Wouldn't you like to have Pete and I on our knees together on my daddy's desk?" 

Again, a licked lip but this time a groan escaped the man's throat as he saw his son already moving and undoing his cargo shorts which fell to the ground revealing a pair of lacy girls panties that Roger had given to Pete to wear.  The boy's beautiful butt bounced as he climbed up on the desk looking behind himself and smiling sexily at his dad.   

"Come on old man.  How often do you get to fuck me and a virgin at the same time?"  He then pulled the material of the satin panties to one side allowing his hard boy cock to appear in front of Marty's mouth.   

The boy inside my head was beside himself with excitement and already my feeding was sweet.  

'Am I really gonna get to suck his dick.  Oh wow.  I don't know how to do it though.  Fuck he is so cute.' 

Despite myself, I smiled at his eagerness.  'Don't worry, I will show you what you need to know before I let you do it yourself.'  And with one eye on the frozen man I leered,  

"Well I am going to spit soak your son's dick man, and then maybe he can fuck me if you are unwilling,  what do you say Pete, are you up for that?" 

"Fuck yeah."  He replied and then shoved his little prick into our mouth.  I felt the boy inside me thrum with pleasure as I lifted one hand to cup his smooth balls while our tongue slid up and down playing with the loose foreskin.   

Pete moaned and started to buck his little hips back and forth.   

'This is amazing, I can taste him and smell him and touch him all at once.'  Marty thought at me.  'Is it always like this?'  

'Just you wait little satyr.'  I replied and went to town showing the enthralled lad how to suck cock like a champion.  I flipped us over, climbed onto my knees, and began to roll our arse around as sluttily as I could, moaning and making small mewling sounds.  The soles of our feet were pointed back, and the toes curled as I spread our legs wider giving Roger a box seat to the show. The show was about to get hotter as I took a finger and wiped the drool running down our chin before circling our little boy cunt and pushing the finger in through the straining lips.   

"Oh my fucking God."  The man exploded ripping his pants buckle open and letting his now rock-hard man cock free.  He stepped forward and fell to his knees behind the kneeling boy who was servicing his son. 

'What is he gonna do?'  Marty thought to me, and I smirked as I took one of Pete's small balls in my mouth and rolled it around. 

'With any luck he is going to stick his tongue in your cunt and get everything nice and wet and loose.' 

'he's gonna lick my arse, isn't that gross?   I don't think…. Oh shit, mother fucker.'  The boy screamed inside my head as we felt the hot breath and then the slippery wetness of a soft probe run the length of the seam from our balls to our boy cunt before it circled and wormed its way inside the soft folds of flesh.  

The feeding ramped up and I thought to myself, 'at least this fucker knows how to lick boy arse.'  

'He so fucken does,' came the grunting reply inside me, as I continued to suck on the small cock thrusting in and out of my mouth.   

Soon a hardness could be felt probing the boy hole that was wiggling in ecstasy, and I knew that a finger would soon be finding its way inside.   

'Hey Maygog.' 

'Yes Marty.' 

'I am a bit afraid that this is gonna hurt a lot.  Will you take the pain away?' 

I could feel his apprehension at just that moment the man's finger pushed inside.  A small stab of pain that was soon replaced by pleasure and I set about reassuring the treasure who was inside me.   

'It will hurt.  I will relax you as much as I can, but it still will hurt at first.  There is a moment however, when the pain leaves and all you feel is this heat inside you as if you are melting from within.   It boils and rolls and soon you will be lost in the feelings it will bring.  Trust me in this and you will never look back.' 

I felt his mind relax slightly as he threw all his trust onto my shoulders.  

'Hey Maygog.' 

I pushed back onto the finger in our arse when I felt the man insert a second one to push the virgin hole wider. 

'Yes Marty.' 

'Fucken awesome you found me.  I would just be sitting out there bored to snores and fantasizing about my dad's hot friend if you hadn't come along.  Thanks dude.  Oh and by the way it feels really good.' 

Awww……….. 

I felt something.   

Fuck.   I hadn't really felt something different than lust and need for Millennia, but this kids acceptance and trust seemed to touch a part of me that long ago existed, a part that I thought burned out by the constant need for feeding. 

'You ready?'  I thought and got a mental nod in return. 

"Pete.  How bout you fuck me for a bit, while I slick up your daddy ok." 

I sat back on our haunches and got a "fuck yeah," reply from the adolescent boy who pulled down the front of his panties and lined up his small cock as I spun around on the desk to present my wet cunt to him, before plunging our mouth down on Roger's fat cock.   

'Ooh I can feel his dick right on my ring.'  The captured boy squealed.  'He is pushing it in.  Not very big is he, so it doesn't hurt that much.  Oh ok, the head is in.  Oh, I see how you push out as he tries to push in.  Clever.  I would have just tightened everything up.  That would have hurt like fuck right.   HE IS INSIDE ME.  Oh, fuck yesssss.  I can feel his hairless pud right up against my arse.  Oh man this is awesome.   Oh, and now he is pushing back and forth.  He is fucking me.  Shit.  Man can't he slow down a bit.  Is he trying to start a fire?" 

In spite of myself, I guffawed around the slimy cock in my mouth and heard the man raise his voice in question. 

"Na man, all good, but I think you better fuck me now, as Pete might explode if he keeps going. Ok." 

I smiled sexily up at the panting man and pulled my cunt off the boy's jutting hips.  He moaned with disappointment but sat back as I rolled onto my back and raised my legs for the main event.   

"You sure about this?"  Roger asked, and I nodded with half lidded eyes. 

I put my arms behind my knees and pulled back until I resembled nothing more than a frog preparing to jump.  Our little cunt now completely exposed and on display, I could see Pete move closer to get a look at my deflowering.    

I lifted our head and strained forward to give my host a view also and the running commentary inside my mine continued. 

'Fuck it's big isn't it.  That is not gunna fit inside me!  No way.   There is stuff drooling out the end of his dick now.  I think I tasted it before, it was a bit salty, but not bad.  Oh fuck here we go, he is lining it up.' 

The 7inches [18 cm] rested in the valley of the boy's arse, snuggled up to the puckered opening and the man kept it there poised on the edge for what seemed like minutes.  I twitched our boy cunt lips and wriggled our hips trying to drag a little inside me.  

'Why is he waiting?  Fuck, just get it in me dude.'   

Again I grinned, 'that is why he is waiting, making us want him more.  It's an old trick, but a good one.' 

I tilted our head to the side and eyed the man poised to fuck us.   

"You gunna stick your cock in my cunt or what.  I don't got all day man." 

And with that Roger began to push forward.  The small opening began to stretch slowly as the pressure built.  I relaxed the necessary muscles and the man's glans slid with a pop inside us.   

'Oh fuck it hurts dude.  It feels like he is rippin me in two.  Cunting Mother Fucking whore, make it stop.' 

'That is quite a mouth you got there Marty.  Just wait little one.  I know it hurts but it will stop soon.  Be patient.' 

Pete began to lean forward his eyes glued to the joining.  He ran a small hand up my leg and using one finger began to touch the spot where the rod was disappearing inside us.   

"I remember how much this hurt the first time Dad, and now I can see why.  Looks like it shouldn't be able to go there, but boy now it fits pretty well huh." 

The man began to moan and grunt as he pushed deeper, until he was fully seated inside the small lad.   

"Why don't you suck him, Pete.  Might help him relax huh." And the boy leaned forward and began to run his tongue the length of the small cocklette that was straining up onto the boy's stomach.   

'Oh ok, now I get it.  Pain is still there but not as important somehow.   Ooh what was that????'  

'Your boy clit.  Also known as your prostate.  Not bad huh.' 

'Fuck yeah.  Oh my god.. Can you tell him to fuck like that way a bit harder dude.' 

"Fuck, like that a bit harder dude."  I complied and widened my thighs as much as I could while relaxing back to suck up the power of it. 

Soon our little head began to snap back and forth, as Roger's thrusting became more urgent.   

'Marty.' 

'Yup.' 

'I am going to do something I don't normally do.  I am going to give you control for a bit.  I wanna see how you go on your own.'  And with that I turned the boy over to himself only to discover that his moaning increased in pitch and soon his hands shot out to drag at the panties of the boy who was sucking his cock.   

"Fuck me harder man, and Pete get on my face, I wanna suck your fucken awesome cock.:" 

Hmmm I laughed to myself.  This kid would be fine.  No further training necessary here I thought.   

'Hey Marty, hold things down for a bit.  Got a surprise for you.  Ok.' 

'caaannnnt thhhiinnk.  Fuuucckkkiiing heeereee.' 

I swooped out of the room leaving a very happy threesome.  Back on the concourse I spied the man whom Marty had been gazing at when I arrived.  Cautiously I sampled his mind as he sat entering data onto his computer.  There was no yearning inside this man for what was going on in his mate's office, but I thought perhaps I could change that.  Like a hand into a glove, I flowed into him and took up residence.  Here was no boy but a grown and powerful man who set about fighting my control immediately.  He was smart indeed, and strong, but he was not my measure and I easily relegated his consciousness to a corner of our mind.   

"Um excuse me sir.  But can we go through yet."  An elderly woman with spectacles was peering strangely at us as we sat immobile behind the desk. 

"Of course madam, Welcome home." I replied and quickly hit the switch that showed my station was no longer available.  This elicited a groan and a few cried complaints from the queueing people who quickly moved to find another route through the control area.   

"Hey Larry,  Be back in about half an hour ok."  I said and received a wave from the officer in the booth next to me.  

I walked quickly to the corridor and disappeared down it to the room I had recently vacated, before I opened the door quietly and slipped into the room.  

I watched the three of them for a moment unobserved.  Marty was still on his back and rocking backwards and forwards in time to Roger's thrusting, while Pete was now sitting up with his arse firmly planted on Marty's face as the red head boy pushed his tongue in and out of his new friend's cunt. 

"Now that's something you don't see every day."  I said delighting in the deep manly voice that flowed from my lips.  

"Uncle Lou."  Marty squeaked as the man fucking him withdrew and stepped back holding his hands in front of his dripping cock.  

Inside my new head, I could feel the shock and horror of the trapped man.   

'Is that Marty.  OMFG.  His dad will kill me.  Fucking let me out of this whatever you are.' 

'Settle down and learn that life is never what you think.  Today you will learn to enjoy things you did not think you would.  Your sons friend is into you big time and as I am fond of him, we are gonna make it happen.' 

'Fuck no.  This is not right.  Let me go.' 

I stepped forward to the frozen trio.  "Marty get that tongue back into Pete's arse.  Slick it up cause I wanna fuck him before I fuck you ok." 

I saw the wheels turn inside the two boy's minds as they put two and two together, before they both relaxed and returned to the job at hand.   

Roger however was a different story.  

"How do you know my son's name?  And what makes you think I am going to let you fuck him?"  He said trying to pull himself up to a bigger height, which only made him look comical as his hands where still cupped around his crotch. 

"Don't worry about it Rog."  I said with a smirk and I slid up alongside him.  Keeping my eyes firmly on his I reached forward to remove his hands letting his still hard cock free.  I then turned him, and with a push, aimed him towards the little puffy boy hole that waited wide on the desk.  "I am gonna fuck your son, but if you give me a hard time, I might even fuck you, before I fuck him.  Soooo maybe get with the program and enjoy, huh."  I could see the doubt in the man's face, after all it isn't every day you get caught with your cock up a thirteen year old arse is it.   

I reached down and squeezed his cock before lining it up with Marty's boy pussy until nature took its course and the man pushed his way back inside.   

The boy on the desk grunted in approval and kept his eyes glued on the new member of the party as he tongued the kneeling boy on top of him.   

I began to undress the unwilling host and I made sure he had a good view of the intrusion taking place before us.   I could feel his confusion, and, at the back, just the smallest bit of lust that he tried valiantly to push away.   

'Don't try so hard.'  I thought to him.  'You will really enjoy this if you let yourself.  Oh, and then you have a willing boy cunt available to you whenever you want.  Hasn't your wife been a little stingy in the cunt department lately.'  I laughed. 

'This isn't right.  I never even considered this.'  He squirmed. 

As I removed my blue uniform, I could feel the eyes of the three raking my/our body.  The light blue shirt buttons parted easily to reveal a muscled chest with a dusting of dark hair between two brightly colored nipples.  The trail of hair continued like a ridge down to the navel and into the office pants that I was currently undoing.   Marty had stopped riming Pete and he lifted his head to watch his desire revealed.  His breath caught in his throat as into the shared environment came a beautiful 8 and half inch [21.6 cm] circumcised cock.  The skin was darker than Roger's, but the web work of veins ringing it made the two boy's mouths water.   

"How bout it Pete.  You wanna wet this monster before I fuck you?"  

The teen could only nod with wide eyes as he began to lean forward his hands reaching for the stiff weapon in front of him.  

"Oh hell to the no."  Marty shouted as he pulled of Roger's cock making a popping sound as he went.   

"No one is sucking on that cock but me.  Back off fuckers." 

"Attaboy," I purred and smiled as the head disappeared into Marty's mouth.  The boy had learnt quickly and soon he was pulling in more and more of the hard shaft, his throat expanding and the slime of his saliva coating the glans.   

Roger stepped behind him and reached down putting both hands on the boy's hips dragging him up into a standing position, where Marty widened his stance like a pro, and groaned as Roger pushed back inside him.  

"Fuck yes."  I heard him grunt, as the man started to buck.  

"What about me guys?"  Pete asked, standing to one side holding his dicklette in his hands and pumping it back and forth.   

"Get on the desk Pete, hands and knees and start fingering yourself.  I want you nice and loose."  I rumbled. 

Pete did as instructed and soon I could feel the roil in my balls.   

'Feel that.  You fucker.  You want this I know it.  Let it go dude.  It is going to be awesome.' 

'Fuck you,' came the surely reply.   

Below me, I could see the boy I had taken earlier sucking and slurping on the beautiful cock in his hands.  His eyes were lidded and I could see his hips turn backwards to accept the thrusting happening in his arse.  

Marty was clearly in cock whore heaven, and I was again struck by a feeling unusual to me.  Was it compassion, possession, kindness, love.  Fuck get your demon arse back into the game bud. 

"Alright Marty.  You see that little cunt over there?"  The boy looked up with stretched puffy lips and nodded.   

"I'm gonna fuck it first before I fuck you.  I want you to watch how that little slut takes my cock.  Then I want to feel every bit of the inside of you.  Ok boy?" 

"Ok, but I know I can take you now.  You don't have to fuck him, just me." 

"Oh I want to fuck him.  And I want you to see it.  We don't have sole ownership over one another.  Passion and sex are meant to be spread wide.  It is the needs of women that have pushed us into the position of monogamy.  It is a binding on us and we should not go lightly.  Bonding with our own is a way of strengthening the ties amongst us and should be practiced often." 

The red head cupped my balls and craned his neck upwards snaking a hand out to rest on my neck and pull my head down towards his mouth.  I sank into his essence, my tongue laving his, tasting him.   

He pulled back.  "I trust you."  He said and kept his hips turned backwards to his lover as he leaned up and put both hands behind Roger's neck.   

"Attaboy."  I smiled and turned towards the boy who was looking at me over his shoulder as he fingered his cunt.   

"Ready?" 

"Uhuh." He smiled and looked to his daddy who was otherwise occupied.  "Where do you want me?"  

I looked around and saw a large office chair.  The type that swung in circles if you pushed it, and I pointed towards it.  Pete still wearing his little panties climbed off the desk and put both legs onto the seat wrapping his arms around the back of the chair.  He then pushed his arse back and waited for the man to claim him.   

"Marty.  Come."  I spoke and the boy pulled off his man and rushed to my side.   

"Hey man."  Roger complained but I ignored him.  Once again, inside my head I felt the reticence of my host.  The walls were crumbling but he was still putting up a good fight.   

"Wet my cock again."  Marty launched himself onto me opening his throat and forcing me deep.   

"Good.  Now get up close and watch the action."   I stepped close behind Pete as he looked back towards me with hooded eyes.  His father came to stand by his head and almost unthinkingly the boy reached out his hand and began to stroke his dad's cock even while he maintained eye contact with me. 

Marty knelt down, one hand on my cock and guided me to the prize.   

I reached forward dragging the satin panties to the side exposing his pussy once again. 

The boy reached down and slipped a finger into the panties pulling them around his hard cock to make him more comfortable and then he waited for the man's entrance. 

There was an air of silence from the host in our head and I nodded knowingly.  I pushed the engorged prick against the little cunt and waited.   

'What's it gonna be Lou.  You want me to stop.  Look at the little thing wink at us.  He wants this bad.  Feel the heat on your piss slit?"   I rubbed the cock up and down pushing in a little and then went back to waiting. 

'Aaarrgh, do it.  Please.'  The now compliant man gave permission and I pushed forward slowly.  The boy's cunt opened up and he groaned as I slid slowly into him.  The hips began to quiver and the throaty cry of the boy began to set up a rhythm.  

"Fuck me. Go on fuck me hard.  Oh god this is amazing dad.  His dick feels like it is my throat.  Oh my god."  He began to run his tongue over his dad's cock licking the oozing precum running down his prick. 

Marty was still worshiping at the coal face.  His right hand had formed an O  shape and it was wrapped tightly around the base of my cock as I slowly fucked the kid.   

"Yeah, fuck him Lou."  He looked up at me with his green eyes and reached behind himself to shove a finger in his puss.  "Wish it was me though."   

I kept up the pace, feeding all the while.  My muscles began to shine with the sweat of my fucking and I could feel my climax coming.   

The boy below me began to groan and grunt and I felt his anal walls contract violently as he began to cum.  A small watery liquid escaped from his small dick and splashed down onto the leather seat below.   

"Lick it up."  I instructed Marty and he fell to it with gusto, pushing his head between our legs and lapping his tongue into the slimy mess.    

I reached down and pushed two fingers into his cunt as he did this and was reward with a groan and a giggle. 

"Fuck, that is enough you two.  My turn."  He said and grabbed my arm.   

He looked up into my face and said. "I want you now."  And I knew he was not talking to Lou, but to me.   

He had no chance of moving me without my will, but he pushed me backwards until I exited the gripping cunt, and then continued until I fell backward onto the couch next to the wall.   The slut wasted no time in climbing up and straddling my lap pointing my still rock hard cock at his back door.   

"You know I want you.  Do it man.  Take me."   

And with that my captive screamed his need into our head.  I placed both hands on his small buttocks and opened them as I lowered him upon me.  

I felt his little cunt ring give way as he moaned his way down my length, both his hands gripping my biceps as he fought to get me in him. 

"You are so fucking big man."  He said wriggling his hips madly as he tried to find his boy clit.  All of a sudden he stopped dead still and clenched his little arse muscles.  "Oh fuck. That is it.  Right there." 

"I know, right."  I said and waited for the boy to continue.  Pete came over and laid back on the couch lifting his legs back and waiting for his dad to come over.  Roger wasted no time and putting the lad's legs on his shoulders, speared into him.  Soon the room was filled with grunts and groans as little sphincters rolled and massaged man flesh.   

Marty was plastered up against the man inside him feeling his body hair tickle his small nipples.  His tongue was firmly wedged in the questing man's mouth and the boy was in heaven.   

Beside the two the pace changed and suddenly Roger began to tense as he pulled his son's legs wide exposing the site of his cock breaching his boy's hole.  "Oh god Pete.  You are the fuckin best," he screamed as he began to unload inside his son.  He pulled out half way and Lou and Marty got a great view of the white goblets of cum spurting onto and coating the puffy hole.    

"Yeah, I know Dad."  The boy replied with a grin, and ran his fingers through the mess, bringing it to his lips and he sucked it in.   

This was all Marty needed and his arse began to writhe and clench on its own.  The boy threw his head back in primal need and ground his full arse down onto his lover's lap.    

The clenching did its job and the joined pair began to climax as Marty felt his bowels filled with cum for the first time.   

We collapsed onto each other and I held the boy tenderly, relishing the feel of his smooth skin on my rough hands.   

The gasping ragged breathing slowly gave way to sighs and smiles as the four people in the room regained their composure.   

"That was fucking incredible," Marty said.  "I hope Lou liked it as much as me." 

Inside my head I checked on the captured man. 

'So.  What's the answer?  Did you like it?  Are you gonna use this gorgeous cunt again?  The boy wants it, you can see that, no?'  I thought to him and found a changed man in his reply. 

'I can't believe it, but that was the hottest sex I have ever had.  That boy's arse feels like Christmas and birthdays all rolled into one.  Yep, I will be back here that's for sure.' 

'Good.  Look after that boy.  He is special.'   I said as I lifted a hand to caress the lad's cheek. 

It was at that moment that the door opened, and a man walked into the room.  He stopped with a shocked expression on his face as he took in the fact that his thirteen year old son was impaled on his best mate's cock…..in his office,…..on his couch. 

"Lou, Marty.  What the fuck is this?"  He said, and all hell broke loose. 

Chapter 5 

For a second the frozen tableau held.  Marty with cum leaking out of his stretched hole was twisted around staring at his dad with a look of shocked surprise on his face.   

The man in the doorway was a red head like his son.  His auburn hair was cropped short to his head, with just a little length on the top to ruffle up.   A handsome face graced with a stubbly short red fuzz made him very sexy.  Not a large man, but his frame held some muscles that flexed with anger as he readied himself to launch across the room.   

"Dad, wait.  It's not what you think."  The red head boy shouted with his husky teen voice. 

This was enough to bring the man up short. 

"Not what I think.  Marty, Lou is fucking you, it is exactly what I think.  Oh geez Lou I am gunna fuck you up, you son of a bitch."  With that he began to barge forward only to stop mid track again.  This time his expression changed from rage to puzzlement and then relaxed into one of complete calm.    On the couch, Roger had pulled out of Pete and placed himself in front of his son to protect him from the enraged man.  

Next to them, Lou who was only just now back in charge of his own body, realized that he still had his cock up his mates kid's arse and using his strong arms, lifted him bodily off his deflating member.    

"Oh Marty, Steve, I am so sorry.  I don't know what happened.  Oh fuck." 

Marty stood up on wobbly legs and moved towards his dad.  

"Maygog?"  He said with a querying whispered tone and the red headed man nodded slightly with a small smile, half winking at the now very relieved boy. 

"Lou.  You just fucked my kid.  I reckon that means we got some business together.  I know your wife is away on a trip, so we are gonna go to your house right now.  Oh, and you two guilty looking mother fuckers," he indicated Roger and Pete, "I bet you had a taste of my boy as well, so you are coming along for the ride." 

"But my wife and daughter are out there somewhere waiting for us right now.  We have already been gone too long."  Just then, an insistent buzzing could be heard from a pair of discarded khaki shorts that were lying on the office floor.   

"Answer it."  Steve commanded pointing to Pete.  

"But what do I say?"   

"You say that you found a friend from the boat and they needed your help cause their dad was sick.  So, you and your dad are driving them to the hospital.  Nice panties by the way." 

Pete got up, went to retrieve his cell phone from the discarded pocket, and then brought it to his ear. 

"Hi mom…. No don't worry we are fine.  Dad is helping out a friend of mine.  It was sort of an emergency….. yeah sorry we forgot to call…… No all good.  Dad asked if you guys could get a taxi home…..Ok no worries.  Love you too."  And with that he hung up the phone turning to look at the three men and one boy in the office.   

"Right."  Steve said.  "Get your clothes on you lot, and Lou, I am sending Roger here with you, while I take the two boys with me.  Don't fuck with me man."  He added as Lou looked about to step in and say something.  The swarthy Italian man lowered his eyes and nodded his head.   

"Just wanted to say that Axel is at home at my place at the moment.  Just thought you should know." 

"Oh, I know.  We will meet you two there.  Ready boys?"   

The two lads had quickly retrieved their gear and were still pulling up their shorts as Steven opened the office door and pointed to the elevators at the end of the corridor.   

"Go push that button Marty while I have a word with those fuckers." 

Marty smiled as he pushed past his captive daddy and was quickly followed by Pete as the two boys raced down the hallway. 

"Right.  It will take you arseholes a few minutes to get your clothes on and then Lou here has to sign off shift, so that will give me a ten minute or so start on you both.  If you don't show up at your house Lou, exactly 10 minutes after I do, I will take both these boys to the hospital and show which ever doctor I can, their cum filled arses.  Got it?" 

Both men nodded, their faces ashen and finally released like hypnotized prey, they set about getting dressed as Steven turned and left the room.   

"Fuck, what the hell happened.  I have never done that before."  Lou raked his hand across his face.  "Never thought of it before, then all of a sudden I had this thing inside me controlling me, and…… oh my god, I just fucked my son's best friend."   

Roger had finished dressing and was looking at Lou with a worried expression.   

"You don't think he will hurt my son do you?"   

"Before today I would have said that he wouldn't hurt a fly, but after what we just did… who knows."  

The two men burst from the office into an empty corridor and Lou motioned for Roger to stay by the elevator as he went to sign off from his work shift.   

Roger stood there looking sick as the minutes ticked by, occasionally getting a look from immigration staff as they went about their work.   

"Why are you standing there sir?"   A voice startled him and he turned to look at an elderly man with a captain's badge on his uniform.  His face set into a puzzled expression. "This is not a public area." 

Roger took a step backwards, "Ummm,  just waiting for Lou." 

"Which Lou?  We have several who work here." 

Roger was about to panic as he realized that he did not know Lou's last name.  In his mind, visions of him being arrested and thrown into prison began to swirl in spiraling patterns along with the realization that he did not know where his son was even going.   

"Hey boss, sorry just asked Roger here to wait for me by the lifts.  Hope that is ok." 

"Oh, Lou ok.  No problem."  The captain turned as he spotted his officer hurrying back towards the pair.  He stepped towards Lou looking him in the eye.   

"Your friend ok?  Looked about to throw up.  Matter of fact you don't look so good yourself." 

"Ahh no.  Bit of a stomach bug I think.  Just signed off early to go to the doc's."   

With a nod and a wave, the captain left the two heavily breathing men as they turned to push the call button on the elevator.  

"Fuck.  Just about shat myself then." 

Lou almost smiled in shared sympathy as they entered the lift.   

In the parking garage the two climbed into Lou's pickup and as the engine roared to life, Lou growled in his low voice.   

"Hold on, this is gonna be a fast trip." 

The red vehicle left the parking garage and sped off into the street heading towards the suburbs of the busy city.   

Lou looked quickly to Roger who was holding tightly to the hand rest.   

"So how long you been fucking your kid?"  He asked with a hint of menace in his voice. 

Roger swallowed and leaned into a particularly rapid corner.   

"It started about a week ago when we were on the cruise ship.  One day Pete just seemed to go crazy, and before I knew it, he was on his back with his butt in the air begging me to fuck him.  I too have never done anything like this before." 

"Hmmmph."  The burly man grunted as he pulled up at a red light.   

"Sure looked like you knew what you were doing back there.  Your boy like to wear those girly pants or what?" 

"Well I would have said no, but he asked me for them only yesterday.  How could I deny him. Did you not see his arse in them?"  He grinned when Lou looked at him with a guilty expression.  "Yep I saw you looking.  And you also knew your way around those boy's bits too, huh." 

No answer came as the lights turned green and Lou's foot hit the pedal shooting the utility down the path to his house. 

About five minutes later, the car pulled up in front of a two-story weatherboard with a neat garden out the front.  In the driveway, Lou could see that his friend Steven had already arrived and parked out front.   

"Let me handle this ok.  I know Steve pretty well.  We just have to talk him down a bit.  At least he didn't pull a gun on us or call the cops." 

The two men walked to the front door and gingerly pushed it open before walking into the entry hall.  

Silence greeted them. 

It appeared that the house was deserted.  The two men quickly checked the ground floor before racing up the stairs and entering each bedroom.  Still nothing.   

Roger gave Lou a puzzled look and said, "Anywhere else they could be?" 

For a moment nothing, and then Lou set off down the stairs with Roger trailing behind.  When he reached the ground floor, he turned to a door beside the stairs and opened it to reveal a staircase leading into the basement.  The two men slowly began to descend, noticing that the lights were burning bright below them.   

As they turned the final corner, they both stopped with a gasp.  The room was long and filled with gym equipment that kept Lou in the shape he was in.  Part way down the room, a metal frame used for chin-ups could be seen.  What was unusual about it was that there were one 13 year old and two 12year old boys tied to the crossbar.  Their arms stretched up with soft white rope wrapped around each wrist.   

Two of the boys looked calm and unconcerned, but the third one was clearly nervous and very puzzled by the turn of events.    

Lou's son, Axel looked at his dad with wide eyes.  The boy was clearly a chip off the old block, with his curly black full head of hair, and his finely chiseled northern Mediterranean features.   The Beautiful clear skin of his throat moved with a clearly visible pulse as he gasped.   

"Dad, what the hell is going on?  Mr. Harris and Marty showed about 15 minutes ago and said you told them to get some things ready for you.  Is this really what you wanted?" 

Lou took a step forward and raised his hand towards his son.  "Ax, I am so sorry buddy.  I didn't mean for this to happen." 

"Oh ok.  Well untie me then."  The boy looked hopefully up at his father who took another step forward. 

"Hold on a minute there Lou.  You know why where here, don't you?"   

The swarthy Italian stopped in his tracks and waited while his son's face fell into a frown.   

Steve moved to stand behind Marty as he began to speak. 

"Ax, your daddy here did something he shouldn't have done.  He took what didn't belong to him.  It was something that belonged to me, and I didn't want him to take it first.  Do you see?"   

The boy had swung himself around to look at his friend's dad as he was speaking.   

"I guess, Mr. Harris.  He shouldn't have taken something that belonged to you without asking first, but can't he just give it back?  Then we can go back to normal." 

"Well you see he took something that he can't give back in a normal way." 

A clearly baffled boy nodded his curly head as if he understood the words he was hearing. 

"So what can he do to make it better?" 

"Well, he can give me something that belongs to him.  Something that is precious." 

The boy stops and thinks for a bit.  

"Oh ok.  That sounds fair.  Right dad?"   He looks to his father and is momentarily cowed by the expression on his face.  "So what will it take?" 

Steve reaches around Marty's front and undoes the catch to his shorts, letting them fall to the floor.   The boy wriggles his hips as his daddy's hands feel down his sides and cup his firm but full buttocks. 

"You see Axel."   He turns Marty back towards his friend and pulls down his underwear, before pulling the boy's arse cheeks apart to expose his puffy, perfect, pussy.  "Your daddy fucked this little cunt, so now I am going to have to fuck yours.  Ok?" 

The boy froze, his face contorted in shock.  "Wait.  No, dad wouldn't do that.  It must be a mistake."  He looked to Lou who hung his head.  "Dad.  You actually fucked my best friend?"   

As he was saying this, Steve had removed his pants and was gripping his 8 inch [20 cm] cock in his hand.  The shaft seemed to appear from within a forest of red pubes, but it was an impressive sight, nonetheless. 

"Lou.  You and Rog make yourselves comfortable over there."  He waived towards a couch in the corner.  " Oh and take your clothes off now.  No sense having them on in here."  He smirked at the two men. 

Lou looked as if he was about to break, but a frown from Steve brought him up short.  The two men moved to the couch and disrobed.  It wasn't until they turned and sat in the seats that the boy's could see the two men sported massive erections.  

"You see boys.  This turns those two fuckers on.   Ax, yer dad is the pervert if there ever was one.  He is gonna watch me fuck you and he is gonna love it." 

The boy began to twist on the ropes holding him captive.  

"Please Mr. Harris.  You don't have to do this.  I can make it up somehow.  Maybe I can mow your lawn for a year?" 

Steve stepped behind the twisting boy and placed a hand on each side of his basketball shorts.   Slowly he pulled them down revealing a boy wearing no underwear.  His round high butt jiggled appealingly as it popped into view before the boy tried to twist away. This only revealed his beautiful well developed little cock and balls.  A few small wisps of black hair sat on his pud, but otherwise he was hairless.   

"Mmmm."  Steve hummed as he slowly traced the boy's stomach, before placing one finger below his well-formed balls and pushing them upwards.   "Nice Ax.  I'm gonna enjoy this.  But first, I want you to see what you are gonna get."   Quickly he moved to Pete and untied the ropes holding him in place.   The boy rubbed his wrists but looked at the man expectantly.    

"You wanna get that cock in your mouth?"  The man asked and was immediately favored with a grin from the all-American boy.   Without further instructions, the boy knelt down directly in front of Axel and waited for him to calm.   

Axel was sure he didn't want to get fucked, but the continually horny teen was not sure a blow job would be all that bad.  He calmed down, eyeing the kneeling boy before him who without waiting leaned forward and wrapped his lips around Axel's boyhood.   

Almost as if a stun gun had been used on the boy as all movement ceased, except for the slight buckle of his little hips into the waiting mouth.   

"Mmmhhgggmm.  Fuck."  Came bursting from his lips as his beautiful eyes closed in ecstasy.    In no time, Pete had an erect cock to suck on happily, and the boy did not disappoint.   

"Hey Ax."  A soft voice impinged itself on his consciousness. 

The boy opened his eyes and look to his left.  With a gasp, he tried to make sense of what he was seeing.   

Beside him, his buddy was standing bent from the waist, his hands tied above his head, his legs spread in a V.  This wasn't what made the tied boy gasp, it was the fact that his friend was smiling at him while he jerked back and forth in time to the thrusts his daddy was making in and out of his butt hole. 

On the couch, Roger was openly jerking his cock while Lou was still trying to appear as if this whole thing didn't turn him on.  It was then that Roger reached across and wrapped his hand around Lou's hard shaft and began to squeeze it up and down.  The man's mouth opened and he groaned, his eyes never leaving his son who's hard cock was getting a fucking awesome workout.   

Steve pushed into Marty and maneuvered him around so that he was side on to Axel.   

"Can you see what is gonna happen to you?  If you relax, you might enjoy it like Marty here.  If you don't it is gonna hurt like fuck." 

Axel looked like a deer caught in the headlights as he focused entirely on the point where his best friends little hole was rolling in and out in time with the man fucking him.   The boy didn't know how to process the feelings he was getting, only to say that inside him was a fire he didn't know existed.  The hot mouth on his prick.  His dad getting jerked off by another man, his best friends arse opened and filled right in front of his face, was doing things inside of his head.  Involuntarily the boy's mouth opened and a groan of pleasure escaped his lips.   

"Great job Pete.  Why don't you see how his little arse tastes?"  Steve said and Pete moved to comply. 

For Axel the spell was almost broken until he felt the first tickling swipe across his taint and a little tongue exploring his opening.   Pete's finger's held and opened the boy's arse exposing him, but Axel began to help by arching his hips and presenting his arse for the questing tongue.   

"Attaboy."  Steve complimented him and withdrew his cock from his son's arse before he began to untie him.   Once the boy was free, he turned him around and claimed his mouth with his own.   Pulling back slightly only to spit inside his boy's open maw.   

After a few moments, the pair pulled apart and Steve cupped his son's face in his left hand.   

"You wanna go and sit on Lou's cock again?" 

A grin and a nod was the only answer he got as Marty quickly crossed the room, scaling the man on the couch and lining up his pussy with the monster below him.   

Axel was watching the whole scenario, and still couldn't believe that his best mate was doing what he was doing.  He could see his smooth back and round arse spread wide and meeting the blood engorged shaft below it.   

'No way I could take that inside me.'  He thought, even as he groaned at this sight of his father's cock fully seated inside the schoolboy. 

Steve moved to stand beside Axel and the boy looked up at him with worried eyes even while he still thrust his little bud back onto the invading tongue.    

"Pete.  Why don't you go let your dad fuck you again.  Would you like that?" 

"You betcha."  The boy flipped his hair with a grin and moved towards the couch, leaving the red headed man and the semi naked boy in the center of the room.   

Steve grabbed the striped t-shirt that Axel was wearing and dragged it up and over his head leaving his arms in the shirt.  All of a sudden the boy's little erect nips could be seen and Steve wasted no time in stooping to taste them.  

Axel bucked against his bonds as the man's tongue laved his sensitive puckered flesh emitting little grunts and groans along the way.   

A hand snaked out and grabbed Axel by the jaw, twisting his face towards the man who was molesting him.  He pulled him forward until his arms were twisted up behind his back and the boy was now leaning forward and down. 

"I am gonna shove my cock in your mouth Ax.  You have such a pretty cock sucking mouth.   Stick your tongue out boy." 

Axel looked at the cock that was coming towards him.  Did he want this?  An hour ago he would have said no fucking way dude, but as it came, he felt the fire inside him and the hardness of his boyhood.  Looking over at his dad, he saw a man and a boy in ecstasy and it made him slightly jealous that his dad was doing that with his best mate and not him.   

'What was wrong with him?  Was he not good looking enough to fuck?   He was better looking than Marty, wasn't he?' 

All these thoughts were running through his head as the thick cock broached his lips pushing the plump red skin apart and spilling salty precum inside his mouth.   

'It doesn't taste too bad.'  the boy thought.  'As long as he doesn't cum in my mouth, I reckon I can handle this.'    

A push forward and a gagging, coughing sound could be heard in the room.   

Marty turned around to face his new cock sucking friend.  "It helps if you swallow when he pushes in deep."  He said as if he was giving advice on a new level of Zelda. 

Steve pulled out and allowed the boy to catch his breath before pushing his shaft back in the open mouth.   

"Great job Ax.  We will make a cock sucker out of your boy yet Lou."  He said grinning as the man on the coach groaned and arched up inside of his son. 

Soon Steve's hand began to run down to cup Axel's tight little arse.   The dimples on the side twitched as the boy felt a finger slide into his cleft and circle his virgin hole.   He pulled back of the hard tool in his mouth. 

"Hey, Mr. Harris.  You don't have to fuck me.  Maybe you could just cum in my mouth or something."  The boy said, trying to give his most appealing expression whilst licking his plump puffy lips.   

"Awww.  Buddy.  Maybe I could."  He said and was rewarded with a look of relief on the young lad's face. 

"And I would, if your papa had only shoved his cock in my son's mouth, but you see, he didn't.  He shoved his biiiig faaaatttt coooccckkkkk," he said drawing the word's out for emphasis and watching the boy's expression of hope fade, "inside Marty's arse.  Sooooo.  You're up buddy." 

Axel began to twist on the ropes again moving back from the naked man before him.   

"Don't fight it little man.  It will go a lot easier if you don't.  You see I know you want it."  The next became a whisper in the boy's ear.  "I know your deepest desires for I am ancient.  Marty knows me and so does Pete.  I let their inner slut loose and I will do the same for you if you let me.   You see your papa over there.  He is loving your friend as man and boy should.  He is deep inside him, giving him his approval, his love, his pleasure.  Do you think Marty is not getting something in return.  No boy.  He is drawing strength and acceptance and approval and many, many things right at this very moment.  Don't you want that with your papa?  Don't you want that with your friend?" 

Axel seemed transfixed by the words that were being whispered into his ear, even as a finger began worming its way inside his small rectum.  His little brow furrowed as he watched the look on his father's face, and he took in the feeling inside himself as Mr. Harris's fingers simultaneously broach his anal sphincter and massaged his hard boy cock.    A tongue began to lick his lips and he parted them slightly allowing the questing appendage to open his mouth further before it drew back leaving a tracing line of saliva between his lip and the man's.  He looked deeply in to the green eyes in front of him and licked the spittle off his lips. 

"Ok.  Teach me, Mr. Harris. If that's who you are.  I think I want to learn." 

With that, the man swung the lad around and reached up to release his bonds.   

Axel grunted as the ropes came loose and rubbed his wrists.   

"Where do you want me?"  the boy asked, almost breathless. 

"Hands and knees right here,"  came the reply along with a moan as the boy assumed the position and swayed his little back to present his almost to be boy cunt to the man behind him.  

Steve bent down and began to work on the small opening, relaxing it while he masturbated the boy cock that was hanging down between his legs.  Before long the little hips began to buck and the noise began to increase as bit by bit the ancient entity rewarded the boy for his acceptance.   One finger entered, then two, then three, and with each assault, the youth co-operated until, with a scream of release, he bucked his hips and spurted his clear jism onto Steve's hand.   

"Well done Ax.  You enjoyed that, yes?" 

The panting boy nodded and collapsed onto the floor letting the man's fingers plop from his pussy. 

"Fucking hell.  I didn't know it could feel like that."  Axel said turning over and raising his legs.  His hands went down between them to feel the opening of his anus.   "Is it always that good?"  He said. 

"If you let it be."  Steve replied.  "I still have to fuck you though.  Are you ready little man?"   

Axel gulped and nodded but was interrupted by noises from the couch behind them.   The rutting men and boys were reaching their climax as the two boys fucked themselves onto the sitting men.  The thing that had pushed the two over the edge was when Pete and Marty had leant into each other and began to French kiss.   With firm holds on the two small sets of hips, the men began to unload inside the boys, crying their pleasure at the top of their lungs.   

Marty pushed himself forward onto Lou's chest and nuzzled into the man's neck as he came, his little arms thrown around his lover's neck.   

Before long, the couples relaxed and both boys stood up, releasing the semi hard cocks from their boy cunts.  They both made their way over to Axel and Steve and sat down beside them with their legs splayed, showing their still gaping holes as they watched the pair before them.   

"Did you really like it?"  Axel asked Marty. 

"Fuck yes.  It is the best feeling in the world. Hurts like a bitch when you start, but if you push out and ride the wave….. Man, sooo good."  He said and smiled at his naked friend. 

"Ok dude.  I'm ready.  Fuck my arse."  Axel said as he pushed back onto his knees.  His curly hair flipping around as he looked over his shoulder at the man lining his hard cock up with his small hole. 

"You got it little buddy."  Steve said and began to push forward.  At that moment Lou came forward to sit himself by Axel's head.  He reached out and began to rub his son's back all the while looking into his wide eyes.   

Those eyes closed tight as the head of the man's cock began to push inside his tight sphincter.   It held there for a moment as the boy adjusted.    

Off to the side Marty watched.  "You're doing great Ax.  Relax man.  This is gonna be awesome." 

The boy took a deep breath and, on the exhale, pushed his tight buttocks backwards forcing the man's cock inside his new formed cunt.   

"Oh fuck."  He said.  "Fucking hurts dad.  Don't think I can do this."   

At that moment Lou spoke up.  

"Steve, maybe you could fuck me instead of Ax.  If you want to." 

Steve was holding still allowing the teen to get used to the invader as he eyed his work colleague.   He looked across at Marty and raised his eyebrows, which elicited a giggle from the red head.   

"Ok Lou.  But I am still gonna fuck Axel and it's happening now.  I think Marty would like to fuck you though.  Right Marty." 

The boy grinned and stood up.  "Only fair Lou."  He said and began to tug on his still hard boy cock. 

The man licked his lips and nodded moving to position himself on all fours with his head still right by his boy's.   

Moving quickly, Marty moved to stand behind the man and with a wad of saliva slathered on his little shaft he pushed into the kneeling man while watching his friend ahead. 

Axel's eyes widened and his little cock twitched all on its own at seeing his friend fuck his hunky dad.  Without realizing it, he pushed himself back onto the cock that was entering him, taking it all to the base and moaning as he did.   

Roger had come to sit beside his son as was watching the show while puddling his fingers in and out of Pete's puffy cunt.   

"How you doing there Axel?  Ready for some more?"  Steve asked.    

It was at that moment that Maygog slid from Steve and entered the kneeling exposed boy beneath him.   

Steve froze as his body returned to him.  His cock still hard and leaking surrounded by the hottest tightest little cunt it had ever felt.  He didn't know if he should continue, but he knew he wanted to, no needed to, until the boy beneath him turned his upper body back and looked him directly in the eye.   

"Fuck me now Steve.  Fuck me hard.  Don't stop until you make me blow my fucking load you cunt.  You hear me man.  Fuck my virgin puss."   

The boy began to squirm and push, reaching a hand behind him to grasp at Steve's hanging balls.   

Lost in the feelings he was having Steve complied and the little body beneath him began to bounce and roll as the small pelvis moved to accommodate him.   

Axel raised his upper body up, keeping his pelvis tilted to accept the invading cock.   Reaching back, he tucked one hand behind Steve's neck and turned his head so the man could claim his mouth.   

Primal grunts and moans filled the room.  

''Punch your cock into me.  I need it man."  The boy breathed around the man's invading tongue.  

Steve began to drag the small hips back onto his cock with greater and greater thrusts. His breathing rasped through his open mouth with bellowing gasps as he mounted the youth.  

All around the activity had ceased as boys and men paused to see the deflowering of a most beautiful young body.    

With one final thrust, Steve buried himself in the boy's pussy and paused, waiting for something he was not quite sure of.   And then it came.  The boy beneath him shuddered and then stilled.   

''Mr. Harris.  Whatever the was that had hold of me, it's gone now.  Problem is my boy cunt is about a minute away from fucking exploding and it feels great.  Could you please keep fucking me?  Please."   The boy's sweat soaked curls looked adorable against his smooth skin.  

"You betcha Ax."  Steve said and began rutting deep into the now willing boy whore.  

Within moments Steve began to feel the little arse muscles contracting with a frenzied motion, and his limit reached, the man began to fill the boy's pussy with hot man juice.  

"Oh my god,  you were so right Marty.  This is fucking amazing.  I sure hope my daddy's cock feels half as good as your dads." 

"GarAnteed."  Marty replied.  "Hold still now though, cause it gets a bit sensitive once you've spunked."   

The activity in the room calmed as all laid quiet, until Marty sat up and asked,  "so is Maygog gone, or is he still here?"   

The others in the room looked at each other with veiled expressions until Roger grinned with an evil smirk.  

"Just fucking with ya fellas. Here I am. Roger here was feeling left out.  You see, he wouldn't let Pete fuck him sooooo, we are gunna fix that. How about boy's first, and then the big cocks."  He asked rolling back and lifting his legs to his chest.  

"Maygog.  I freaking love you."  Marty said to murmurs of agreement from every other non-occupied body in the room.  

To Be Continued