A gay story: Shelter from the Storm Pt. 01 In a post-apocalyptic world where danger is everywhere, a young man stumbles across a closed community where he can live in comfort and safety. There’s only one condition: he has to give up his ass for all the men.
This is the first installment in a planned two-parter. There are some light non-consent elements to the story.
*** If you are reading this because you follow me for my hetero stories, this might not be for you. This is a purely gay male story, and all the sex is between men. ***
Was it my imagination? Or had I really just seen lights, somewhere ahead of me?
The rain was soaking me to the skin. The night was pitch black, and a rough wind buffeted the trees. Cold, pelting rainwater had been hammering into me for hours, and I was shivering furiously, feeling like the cold was penetrating deep inside me. The rainstorm blocked out the sky, and I could barely see ten feet in front of my face. The noise was deafening. I was totally lost, totally immersed in the wild, cold night.
Of course, this had its advantages. It was hard for anyone to track you in a storm like this. Muggers and kidnappers would probably be lying low — the defeaning noise and blinding rain was as much a disadvantage to them as it was to their potential victims. And I needed to get as far away as I could while the storm lasted, which was why I had been trekking through it all night rather than finding shelter. Twelve hours ago I had been spotted by a gang of bandits, and I had only just gotten away with my life. I was sure they were still searching for me, so I had left the ruined city behind me, and made for the wild. When the rainstorm came on, I knew I needed to make the most of it if I wanted a clean getaway. Under cover of the rain I could make sure that I left the city behind me, and I left no tracks.
In the years since the great collapse, I had learnt to think like this. Like everyone else who wanted to survive in this cruel new world, I had only two choices before me: become a predator, stealing and killing in order to survive; or get very, very good at running, hiding, and keeping myself safe. There was never really any question about which of those options I would take. I didn’t have a predatory bone in my body. I was small and slim, and while years of struggling to survive had made me fit and lean, I was still no match for most other men. But more importantly, I simply didn’t have it in me to fight, dominate, and get what I wanted by force. I had always been quiet, sensitive, and gentle. In the old world there had been a place for men like me. In this new world, the only place for a man like me was on the run.
It had been three, maybe four years now since the great collapse, which had come while I was finishing high school. In those few years I had got very good at hiding and running. It meant being constantly tense, constantly watchful, never safe, never at ease, never free. And now here I was, leaving yet another ruined city behind me, trekking through the stormy night, wondering where I could find another place to hide. I was cold, soaked, frightened, tense, and I was constantly alert — watching the howling, wild night.
And I was sure I had just seen lights.
I tried to wipe the rain out of my eyes, and peered ahead of me into the turmoil of the storm. The wind howled, and the trees around me creaked and swayed, their branches groaning under the pelting water. I kept walking forward, but more slowly, peering cautiously ahead.
And then I saw it again. Warm, golden lights, as though from many fireplaces. The path was snaking gently upwards. I kept going for another minute or two, winding my way up the slope between the trees. And then I reached the edge of the trees just as there was a flash of lightning — while a defeaning peal of thunder sounded directly overhead. And for that moment, I saw it clearly.
It looked like some kind of fortress. A high, thick stone wall towered up into the night. It curved around, enclosing a large area, and disappearing into the trees on either side. It wasn’t ruined: unlike most of the surviving world, this place looked intact. More than intact, it looked strong, secure, unshakeable. And high up in that wall there were windows, and coming from the windows, there was a warm, cosy golden light. It made me think of dry, warm bedrooms, hot showers, and all the comforts of the old world, now long gone.
A gate was set into the wall, directly before me.
I hesitated. I hadn’t survived this long by walking up to random doors and knocking on them. I should have known better than that.
But something in this place was calling to me. I knew I should be more cautious; I knew that I had no idea what this place might be, no idea if it was safe. But I was soaked to the skin, I was freezing, I had been on the run since this morning, and somewhere deep inside me, I just didn’t want to have to hide anymore. Fuck it, I thought. Why not just give this place a try?
I dashed across the open ground between the treeline and the gate, icy rain pelting me even harder now that I was out of the trees. The gate was huge, but there was a smaller door set into it. I knocked on the door, as hard as I could.
After a moment, a small hatch opened in the door. A man looked out at me, his face illuminated by warm candlelight. He looked at me appraisingly, but didn’t speak.
“Hi,” I gasped. I was shivering uncontrollably. The rain was still hammering down. “I’m — I’m lost out here. I’ve been on the road all day. I was just — just hoping I could find a place to stay the night.”
The man peered past me into the darkness. Then he met my eye.
“Get in quick,” he said. Then he moved, and I heard him sliding back what sounded like many different bolts on the inside of the door. He closed the hatch, opened the door just enough for me to enter, and I slipped inside. Immediately, he closed and bolted the door behind me.
The first things I knew were that I was warm, and I was out of the rain. Blinking, I looked around me. I was standing in a large guard room. Several doors led out of it, and there were many lamps on the walls casting a warm yellow glow. It took me a moment to recognise the quality of that light. It was electric — actually electric. I hadn’t seen an electric light since before the collapse.
I was already dripping puddles of water all over the hard stone floor. Still shivering, as all my clothes were soaked through with freezing water, I turned to look at the man who had let me in.
He was tall and well built, with thick brown hair. As he turned towards me I saw his face properly for the first time. He was older than me, perhaps in his mid-30s. He had brown eyes, a Roman nose, and a strong jawline. He was wearing a white linen shirt, and I was struck by how clean and well-kept it was — you almost never saw clothes in that good condition anymore. The man looked fit and well-muscled, but there was a kindness in his face that made something in my stomach relax, just a little.
Before speaking to me, he crossed to another door, opened it, and spoke to someone inside. “Go and fetch Kirios,” I heard him say. Then he turned back to me.
“Have you come far?” he asked gently.
“Yes,” I said, still shivering. “I left the city this morning. What is this place? It looks so — so solid. So strong.”
“It was once a castle,” he told me. “And it’s been preserved because they later used it as a museum. It’s a safe place now — nobody can get in unless we want them to.”
“W-we?” I stammered. “Who lives here?”
His eyes were roving over me, taking in my slim, boyish frame, the clothes clinging to my body.
“Oh … we have a community here,” he said. “Thirty or forty men.”
“Just men?” I asked, feeling confused. The man’s mouth twitched in the hint of a smile.
“Yes. Just men. Though we tend to call the younger and smaller ones boys. Like you, for instance.”
I heard footsteps in a passage outside, and another man strode into the room. He was very tall and broad, with dark hair that fell to his broad shoulders, and an olive-skinned, Mediterranean face. His dark eyes stared into me, and I felt suddenly naked.
“This is him, Kirios,” said the man who had let me in. “He says he wants a place to stay the night.” Then he added to me, “Kirios is the head of our community. He makes all the decisions here.”
Kirios stepped towards me, his eyes still burning into me. “Your name?” he asked me.
“Aston,” I told him. It was a long time since I’d used my name.
“And you know what this place is?”
I looked uncertainly at the other man. “Well … I didn’t know this place was here. I just saw it, and I wanted a place to stay, out of the rain.”
“You left the path? In a storm? We’re deep in the forest here.”
“I was trying to get away. I had met some bandits …”
Kirios nodded, slowly. “So you know nothing about our community. About how things are done here.”
I shook my head. I was very conscious of my wet clothes, and the puddle of water that had pooled around my feet.
“What do you mean, how things are done here?” I asked. But Kirios didn’t answer the question.
“You can stay here,” he told me, looking at me with something very bright and intense in his gaze. “Tonight, and tomorrow night. After that, you will have the option to leave, if you have not chosen to join us.”
“Join you?” I repeated.
“Oh yes,” he said quietly. His eyes bored into me, making me feel like he was looking right through my skin, into my soul. “I can see what kind of boy you are, Aston. I think that before two nights have passed, you will have chosen to stay, and join our community.”
I swallowed. I really wasn’t sure what was going on. “Well, thank you,” I said. “For the two nights. I appreciate it.”
“You’re very welcome,” Kirios answered with a wry smile. “Of course, while you stay with us there will be certain … conditions.”
Before I could question this, he turned to the other man.
“James, I am giving him to you for the night.” I saw James give a satisfied smile at this. His eyes flicked towards me.
“I’ll send someone else down here to take over your guard duty,” Kirios went on. “Give the boy a hot shower, and a warm bed for the night. You can invite one of the other men to join you if you want. Be gentle with him at first — you can see how fresh he is. But make sure he understands what living here is about.”
Kirios looked at me. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Aston,” he said calmly. There was a strange gleam in his eye. Then he turned, and left the guard room.
James smiled at me. “Come on,” he said. “I’ll show you to my rooms.”
I followed him through one of the doors and up a stone staircase, lit by more lamps. I was still processing what Kirios had said. What had it all meant?
We made our way down a long corridor lined with doors. At one of them, James stopped and knocked. A man opened it — blonde, slightly shorter than James (but still a lot taller than me), and wearing a t-shirt and jeans.
“Evening James,” he said with a grin. Then he spotted me. “Oh my … and who do we have here?” There was a look on his face of curiosity, mingled with … something else. The same bright, deeply interested sparkle that I had seen in James’ eyes when Kirios had told him to look after me for the night.
“Sam, this is Aston,” said James. “He’s just knocked on our gate — he was looking for shelter. Kirios has taken him in for two nights. I’m taking him to my rooms, and I was wondering if you’d like to join me. We can spend the evening getting to know him.”
Sam smirked. “What a treat,” he said. His eyes moved slowly over me. “Good to meet you, Aston. Welcome to our community.”
I smiled, still feeling unsure what was happening. “Hi Sam,” I said shyly.
Something in James’ and Sam’s expressions was giving me a queasy feeling in my stomach. It wasn’t exactly unpleasant. It was like my subconscious knew something that my conscious mind did not. Something that was making me nervous. Making me excited.
James led us along the corridor, opened another door, and led us into his own rooms. I gasped in amazement. I hadn’t seen a room like this since before the collapse. I was looking around a spacious, well-furnished living room, lit by a warm fire and several small electric lamps. There were comfortable sofas, thick rugs on the floors, and windows through which I could see the pummelling darkness of the rainstorm. It must have been the windows of apartments like this one, I realised, that I had seen from outside.
Two doors stood open, leading off the room. Through one I could see gleaming tiles — a bathroom. A real bathroom. And through the other, I glimpsed the corner of a large bed. The whole apartment was the most welcoming, comfortable place I had been in years. I felt instantly at home.
“But this is amazing,” I said. “How can you live like this? It’s just like the old world.”
“Yeah, we do pretty well for ourselves here,” smiled James. “Hot running water, electricity from the generator in the basement, and we grow very good food in the castle gardens. And hardly anyone knows we’re here. Honestly, it’s an easy life.”
Suddenly I became conscious that I was dripping water onto James’ floor. He saw me glancing downwards at my sodden clothes.
“Don’t worry about it,” he said. “I think the first thing you need is a good hot shower. Sam, why don’t you grab us some food and wine? Aston, I’ll lay you out a towel and something clean to wear. You can join us when you’re ready.”
Five minutes later, I was standing under a hot shower for the first time since the collapse, and feeling like years of dirt was being washed away. Washing in a river was all very well, but it wasn’t the same as this. I felt like all the stress, watchfulness, and tension was slipping away from me, running down the drain along with the dirt of the road.
I stepped out of the shower, picked up the large and fluffy towel that James had left me, and rubbed myself down. Once dry, I turned to the shelf where James had said he would lay out something clean for me to wear.
I stared.
James had given me one piece of clothing, and one only. It was a small pair of pink shorts.
A rush of heat seemed to go through me as I stared at the tiny garment. The shorts looked my size, but they were very short. I would be wearing something small, cute, and pink, that left my whole torso naked.
Something in my brain seemed to slide into place. I held the awareness at arm’s length — I didn’t quite feel ready to acknowledge it yet, even to myself. But if I were honest, deep down, I knew what this meant.
Slowly, I picked up the shorts and put them on. They fitted perfectly — not tight enough to be stretched awkwardly over my crotch, but tight enough to make my peachy ass look round and full and … well … enticing.
My tummy was full of fluttering, quivering butterflies. I was suddenly exquisitely nervous. Relax, I told myself, as my brain tried determinedly to talk me into not knowing, not recognising. They’re just giving you a bed for the night. That’s all. Just looking after you. And the shorts … well, they might not have a lot of spare clothes. There’s nothing else going on here.
But my tummy knew what I was really here for. My tummy knew what was going to happen when I stepped out of this bathroom.
Taking a deep breath, I opened the door and stepped back into the living room. James and Sam were sitting on one of the couches, looking relaxed. They had left a space between them for me to sit. As I walked towards them, very conscious that I was wearing nothing but the small pink shorts, I caught the bright, hungry expressions on both their faces. They were looking at me with contained but intense excitement.
“Hey,” I said shyly.
“Hey little boy,” said Sam, his gaze moving over my exposed chest. “Why don’t you come sit down?”
Nervously, I perched between them. Big though the couch was, both James and Sam were stretching out, and there wasn’t much room for me. I was very conscious of how close they were.
James passed me a small plate of cut fruit, cheese, and other snacks — all of it the kind of thing I had rarely eaten in the past few years. There was also a glass of wine set out for me on the coffee table.
“Eat,” said James kindly. “You need something to perk you up after being out in that storm.”
I ate, and sipped the wine. It was all delicious, but I barely tasted it. James and Sam chatted a bit with each other while I ate, but I didn’t take in a word they said. I was conscious, the whole time, of their eyes on my near-naked body. After a short while, I put down the food, having eaten just enough to satisfy my hunger. I couldn’t eat more. I was too nervous.
James and Sam stopped talking to each other, and looked at me. There was a pause, in which the latent tension in the air between us seemed suddenly to intensify. I had the clear sense that some special, important moment had arrived — that something was about to begin.
“So,” said James quietly. “How are you feeling, Aston?”
I smiled nervously. “Good,” I said. “I mean — it’s so lovely in here. This place is incredible.”
“Oh, it’s incredible alright,” said Sam. His eyes were twinkling with mischief.
“I hope you’re comfortable topless,” James went on. His face wore an amused look. “You don’t mind the shorts, do you?”
“No,” I said. I could feel my pulse racing.
“Of course,” said James, “if it would make you more comfortable, Sam and I can always take our shirts off too …”
I swallowed. I didn’t know how to answer that. But James’ smile was growing broader. Not taking his eyes from my face, he began unbuttoning his shirt. Sam did the same. I realised I was holding my breath, my eyes flicking between the two of them as they pulled off their shirts, and tossed them casually aside.
I was sat between two tall, toned, shirtless men. They were both just inches away from me. I was acutely conscious of their broad, hard, tightly honed bodies — the muscles in their arms, the firmness of their chests and their abs.
“That’s better,” said James, stretching. And he reached across, and rested his hand on the back of my neck. I shivered, unable to stop myself, and I knew he both felt it and saw it. He was smiling wickedly. His hand on my neck made me feel helpless, vulnerable, exposed to his strength — all these feelings that should have been uncomfortable, even alarming … but they weren’t. Instead my tummy was twisting madly with crazy, sick, delicious nerves.
Sam gave a low chuckle, and rested his hand on my thigh. My skin was tingling madly wherever they touched me.
“I’ve got a question for you, Aston,” said James softly. “Do you like men?”
My stomach plunged. It was real. It was all real. The last scrap of my brain’s attempt to deny what was happening sizzled up and vanished.
“Um …” I said.
The truth was, I didn’t know. Back before the collapse, I’d had a few experiences with girls. And it had been … fine. Just fine. Then, when the collapse came, sex abruptly stopped being possible — there was no chance of it when you were surviving by running and hiding, always on your own. So I had never explored any further.
Sometimes I fantasised about women, making myself come as I lay in some lonely hideout. It felt good in my imagination. I had almost managed to forget that on the few occasions I had actually been with women, it had been nowhere near as good as the way I imagined that sex should feel.
But as for the thought of being with men …
“I don’t really know,” I finished shyly. “I’ve never — I mean …”
Sam chuckled softly. “Oh, he’s adorable,” he said to James. “I owe you for inviting me to his first night with us, James. He’s just so fresh and sweet and innocent.”
“Isn’t he,” James agreed, looking into my eyes. “It’s such a treat to have a new boy. Especially a boy as cute as this.”
And then I felt the pressure of his hand on the back of my neck, pulling me towards him. He was leaning in. With a sense of giving up control, yielding myself up to him, I tilted my head up and closed my eyes as his lips met mine.
It was bliss. For a moment my mind went giddily blank as I savoured the pressure of his mouth against mine. His tongue was slipping into my mouth, and I felt like he was tasting me, exploring me, relishing the feel of me. Before I knew what I was doing I was kissing him back. I was kissing him passionately. I was sucking on his lower lip, sliding my tongue against his, hungrily making out with him. What was I doing? Why was I responding like this?
James pulled back, and I realised how heavily I was breathing. I was shivering all over and I felt wide-eyed. Before I could say anything, Sam took my cheek in his hand, and tilted my face towards him. I didn’t have a moment to think before I was kissing him just as intensely as I had kissed James. His hands were on my body, and so were James’ — both of them running their hands across my chest and my back, caressing me, stroking me.
Involuntarily, I moaned with pleasure. In some distant corner of my brain, some voice of reason asked me what I was doing — wasn’t I a straight man, I had always thought I was a straight man — why was I moaning like this, why was I kissing these men, why did I love it so much … but then the voice was blocked out. I didn’t care what happened. It felt too good.
Sam stopped kissing me, and I was sitting on the couch between the two men, both of them with their hands on me. Feeling slightly dizzy, I leaned against James. He put a hand on the back of my head and stroked me gently, holding my face against his chest.
His bare, beautiful chest.
Without thinking about it, I turned my face a few inches, and kissed his chest. James gave a small, satisfied noise of appreciation. “Good boy,” he said quietly.
I glanced up at him, suddenly nervous. He was smiling at me, but there was a deep, dirty hunger in his gaze. “Go on, little boy,” he said. “Keep going.”
Slowly, tremblingly, I kissed his chest again. I put my hands on his torso, and felt the hard, tight muscles beneath his soft skin. Hesitantly, I began to run my hands across his body. His skin was warm. He was relaxed, but still his body felt hard and toned. I kissed his chest again — and something in the taste of his skin made me feel like tingling little fires were starting all over my body.
“So,” said James, while I went on stroking and kissing his chest, and while Sam ran his hands across my body. “Aston … you know what you’re here for, don’t you?”
Trembling, I looked up at him again. My heart was hammering in my chest. “Yes,” I whispered. “I know what I’m here for.”
“You’re going to show us you’re grateful, aren’t you? After we’ve taken you in out of the storm, and let you stay somewhere warm and safe … I hope you’re going to show us you’re grateful. I hope you’re going to be a good little boy who knows how to say thank you to a man.”
My whole body shivering with nerves, I nodded. “I want to show I’m grateful,” I whispered.
“And do you know how a good boy says thank you to a man?”
I trembled, staring at him, my heart pounding. I knew what he meant.
“Yes,” I said softly. “I’ve never done it, but … yes.”
Sam chuckled again, and James smirked. And then James stood up from the couch, stood directly before me, and began to take off his belt.
I couldn’t stop myself shaking. I was sitting there, almost naked, with Sam’s strong hands still on me, while James stood before me, sliding his belt off, unbuttoning his slacks. I realised I was panting. James was slipping off his trousers. Something huge and hard was bulging inside his briefs. And then he was taking them off, and he was standing fully naked before me, and I was gasping with awe and shock and wild, queasy desire.
For the first time in my life, a man’s cock was inches away from my face. It was fully erect, quivering, proud and hard, from its cleanly circumcised head right down to its base, where a pair of big, squishy-looking balls hung below it. And it was big. It must have been seven inches, and while it wasn’t fat, it was well over an inch thick. It was a big, hard, throbbing cock.
And it was about to go in my mouth.
Part of me was terrified. Part of me was all but panicking with fright at the thought of what I was about to do. But a much, much bigger part of me was feeling alive and exhilarated in a way that I had never felt before. The sight of that cock made something urgent and electric wake up inside me. It was a deep, hungry, dizzily intense desire. I didn’t just want to suck it. I wanted to worship it.
James rested his hand on the back of my head. His touch was light, but there was just enough pressure to tell me that he was in control. That he could put my mouth exactly where he wanted it, whenever he chose.
I looked up at him. He was gazing down at me with a blazing hunger in his eyes that made my insides quiver with anticipation. I glanced sideways at Sam, who was watching with a satisified grin.
“Go on then, little boy,” said Sam. “What are you waiting for?”
I looked back at James’ cock. I swallowed, hard. I took a very deep breath.
I leaned forward, and licked his cock from the base to the tip.
It tasted good. Like the skin of his chest, but with a salty, tangy edge. But more than that, the firmness and solidity of it beneath my tongue made my entire body suddenly surge with arousal. I took his cock in one hand, and kissed it passionately on the shaft, caressing it with my tongue. The feel of it in my hand — rock-hard and solid beneath the thin, soft layer of his skin — made me want to take the entire thing in my mouth and worship it. I began planting kisses all over it, hard and wet, licking it, tugging it gently in my hand while I coated it in my spit. James moaned with pleasure, and I felt his hand clench slightly in my hair. Something giddy and wild was dancing inside me. The more I kissed and licked and stroked his cock, the more I loved it, the more I wanted it.
I let my tongue play across his head, relishing the sharp taste, knowing I was teasing him. Still caressing his head with my tongue, I looked up and met his eyes. The sight of him looking down at me while I licked his cock, that wild hunger still in his eyes, made me feel so submissive and devoted that I couldn’t resist any longer. I let my wet lips slide over the head of his cock. Closing my eyes, I took it into my mouth.
It wasn’t like anything I had experienced. There was no room in my mouth for anything but his cock, and the feeling of fullness and hardness filling my mouth completely was intoxicating. I slid it slowly into my mouth, feeling like I was surrendering to it, giving up my mouth for the pure pleasure of a big, strong man with a big, hard cock. An urge to suck was rising up inside me. I gripped his shaft in my hand and slowly tugged. And pressing my lips and my tongue together around his head, I began to suck.
It was so good. It was so satisfying. Some deep need that I had never even realised I felt — something more than a desire, something so intense and vital it was like the need for water — was being fulfilled for the first time in my life. Sucking on a big, hard cock felt like the most blissful thing I had ever felt. Everything else was vanishing from my mind. I didn’t care what else happened. I was sitting on a couch with my head in a man’s crotch, and I was worshipping his cock. I had met him barely an hour ago, but that didn’t matter. All that mattered was that he was a big, strong, beautiful man with a big, beautiful cock; and I was a devoted boy who belonged on my knees for him, and his cock belonged in my mouth.
I was gagging a little with every thrust, and even though I was going slow, I could feel myself struggling slightly to take him. I wanted more of him — I wanted him deep in my throat — and I wished I could take it. Then Sam was gently taking my face in one hand, and guiding me.
“Relax your throat,” he said. “Nice and easy … nice and gentle … breathe. Breathe, and relax. And then just slowly slide it in …”
I did as he said. I let my throat relax. And slowly, wonderfully, James’ cock slid deeper and deeper into my throat.
I moaned with pleasure. Just being able to take that cock inside me felt so, so good. James was moaning too.
“Oh yes,” he groaned. “Good boy. That’s a good little cock-sucking boy.”
My entire body seemed to blaze and tingle with pleasure at those words. All at once I knew that was what I wanted: to be a good little cock-sucking boy. Delirious with pleasure, I began to suck again, and now I was speeding up. My love of that cock filling my throat was making me suck it harder, faster, worshipping it with all I had. All my inhibitions were switching off. All I wanted was to be a good little boy, and take lots of cock in my eager little mouth.
“This is so hot,” I heard Sam say. “Watching a new boy sucking his first-ever cock … God, I love this.”
James’ only response was to sigh with pleasure as I sucked him. I could feel his body trembling. With one hand I began gently squeezing and massaging his balls. They felt so big, so beautifully soft. He moaned and tightened the pressure of his hand on the back of my head, forcing me to keep taking him deep, deep in my throat. I sucked him furiously, and he gasped and shuddered with pleasure. Then his hand suddenly pressed harder on the back of my head, and I felt his body give a jerk, and —
“Oh, fuck yes!” he cried.
Warm, thick, salty liquid was pumping out of his cock into my mouth. It was tangy and sour and sticky. It was in no conventional way a good taste … and yet something about it made me long to drink it. I began eagerly swallowing, gulping it down. James’ cock was still pumping out more and more cum, and it was filling my mouth just as fast as I could swallow it. I slurped and sucked on his cock, swallowing all his load. And when he had finished, I cleaned him, licking his cock until I had gathered up every last dribble of cum, and sucking every last drop of him down.
Slowly, I raised my head and looked at James. He was smiling down at me with an expression of deep, peaceful satisfaction.
“Good boy,” he told me. “Good little boy-slut.”
All at once, I felt happier than I could remember feeling in years. I let out a giggle, feeling my face break into a massive grin. I had just sucked cock. I felt my cheeks flush red, suddenly bashful, but James and Sam were grinning at me, and stroking my hair, and Sam kissed me on the forehead, and I felt safe and happy and wonderfully free.
“Did you like sucking your first cock, Aston?” asked Sam with a wicked grin.
“I loved sucking that cock,” I told him fervently. “I loved it so much.”
“You were so good at sucking,” James told me. “I think you’re a natural cock-sucker, you cute little boy.” At that I giggled again, unable to stop myself, thrilled by what he had told me.
“And swallowing without even needing to be told,” smirked Sam. I felt myself blushing even more.
“I’m so glad I was good,” I whispered happily.
“Me too,” said Sam. “Because now it’s my turn.”
He pushed me gently but firmly off the couch, and made me kneel on the carpet. Then he stood up before me, pulled off his slacks, and took out his cock. It was slightly shorter than James’ cock, but thicker, and uncircumcised. The very sight of it made something inside me swoon with desire.
This time I didn’t hesitate. I was where I belonged. I was on my knees for a man, ready to be his devoted cock-sucking boy-slut. I looked up at Sam, grinned, and licked my lips. Then I took his cock in my hand, slipped it straight into my mouth, and began to passionately suck.
It just felt … right. The fullness in my mouth, the sensation of his foreskin sliding back and forth against my tongue, the tangy taste of him, the pressure of him sliding deeper into my throat — it all felt right. Something inside me had wanted this for years upon years.
James had stepped up behind me, and I realised that the two of them were making out above my head while I sucked Sam’s cock. I moaned and took him deeper into my throat. I felt little and vulnerable, and I wanted it that way. At the back of my mind there was a flutter of amazement and wonder at what I was doing. Kneeling, my eyes closed, sucking eagerly on a big, hard cock, on my knees for the pleasure of these two men. I couldn’t believe it. But I loved it.
When Sam came, he didn’t come in my mouth. Instead he pulled my head back, taking his cock in his own hand and tugging it furiously as it slipped out of my mouth. For half a second I was confused, wanting it back in my mouth, wanting to finish. And then, inches from my face, Sam’s cock exploded with cum.
I gasped in shock, but in the same moment I was thrilled. Huge, heavy gobbets of thick, milky cum were spattering onto my face. I eagerly opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue, and some of the cum landed square in my mouth. It was on my forehead, my cheeks, it was already dripping down my face. Sam was groaning in pleasure as he emptied his balls onto my eager, upturned face.
And then, as he finished, he pulled my head gently back onto his cock. “Lick me clean,” he murmured. I didn’t need telling twice. I licked him up and down, sucking briefly on his head and lapping up every last drop of his delicious cum. I swallowed what was in my mouth. But the feeling of having most of his load all over my face made me feel exhilaratingly dirty. I adored it.
Sam sighed with contentment. “Oh fuck, yes. Fuck that’s so hot.”
He and James were looking down at me with warm, possessive smiles. I looked shyly up at them, kneeling at their feet with my face coated in cum. I could feel myself grinning bashfully again, the same giddy happiness welling up inside me.
“That,” said James fondly, stroking my hair, “is the face of a boy who’s just discovered that he loves cock.”
I giggled. James’ cock, already hard again, was a foot from my face, so I leaned forward and gave it a big, wet kiss. James chuckled.
“You’re learning your place very quickly,” he said. “I think you’re going to fit in very well here.”
“Why?” I asked, wide-eyed. “What … if I stayed here, what would my place be?”
James and Sam exchanged a smirk.
“Tell you what, Aston,” said James. “Why don’t you go into the bathroom, clean yourself up, and then come and join us in the bedroom. We’ll make sure you understand exactly what your place is.”
Something in my tummy quivered. The bedroom. The butterflies in my insides suddenly started up again, even more intense than before, filling me with nerves — and with a queasy, trembling desire.
I didn’t need to ask what the bedroom meant.
I smiled shyly, and got to my feet. James took me in his arms and kissed me on the lips, his tongue licking a trickle of cum from the corner of my mouth. Sam kissed me too. And then, as I turned to head into the bathroom, James’ hand slid gently down my back, over my tight pink shorts, and gave my ass a firm squeeze.
My insides leapt with pleasure. I darted a frightened but delighted look at him, and saw that same bright and hungry look in his eyes. He grinned, and slapped my ass — and another jolt of pleasure rushed through me.
“Go on, little slut,” he said. “We’ll meet you in the bedroom.”
I turned, and slipped into the bathroom, my heart pounding in my chest.
I washed the cum off my face, and stared at myself in the mirror. I knew what was going to happen next. I was frightened. I was squirming with nerves. But at the same time I felt a trembling, quivering, eager yearning — a desire waking up inside me that demanded to be fulfilled.
I stepped out of the bathroom, and went through the bedroom door.
A huge bed filled most of the room. It was sumptuously covered with big, soft pillows, cotton sheets, and a thick-looking duvet. James and Sam relaxed on the bed, leaning back against the pillows. They had once again left a space for me in between them.
Both were still naked. And their cocks were hard, firm, and fully erect.
“Come join us, Aston,” said Sam with a grin, patting the space in between them. I swallowed. I knew that when I got on that bed, I wouldn’t be getting off it again until some very, very big things had happened to me.
I steeled my nerves, got onto the bed, crawled into the space they had left for me, and lay down between them. James and Sam leaned in on either side of me. They began touching me again, running their hands over my chest, my shoulders, and stroking my hair. Sam kissed me, hard, his tongue sliding into my mouth in a way that sent shivers of pleasure all through my body.
“You know what, Aston,” James murmured. “I think you’re wearing too many clothes. Sam and I are naked … why don’t we get you naked too?”
He took hold of me, and pulled me over to lie on my stomach. Then he once again ran his hand down my back. Through my tight pink shorts, he squeezed my ass. I felt myself squirming under his touch. I loved the feeling of his strong hands on me, the sense of him putting me where he wanted, taking control of my body. Then Sam was touching my ass too, squeezing it, exploring it …
“Come on Sam,” said James. And the two of them took hold of my shorts, and pulled them down. My insides leaping with excitement, I quickly kicked the shorts off from around my ankles. I was naked, between two men, with my ass exposed.
I had a great ass. Despite my small, slim shape, I had kept very fit during the years of survival. I had a round, peachy bubble butt, and even in my nervous state I felt a thrill of pride in my body. I knew I looked good.
“Oh fuck, look at this ass,” said Sam.
He spanked it, and a delicious tingle ran all through my body as I bucked my hips in a responsive little bounce.
“I know,” said James, and there was burning desire in his voice. “He’s got such a perfect ass.” And he too began touching my ass, kneading it, exploring it. Sam joined in, and both men were caressing and squeezing and spanking my ass, and I was lying on the bed and shivering with pleasure — and with delicious, terrified excitement. Instinctively, my hands found their cocks, and I heard gratifying moans from both of them as I took their stiff shafts in my hands.
“Aston,” said James, and I turned my face to look at him. He was gazing at me with that bright, intense look in his eye. I could feel his cock throbbing in my hand — massive, hard, and hungry.
“You know what we’re about to do with you, don’t you?” he asked me with a wicked grin.
“Yes,” I breathed, my voice barely a whisper.
“Tell me. What are we going to do?”
I swallowed. Saying it made it even more real. Made my insides bubble and churn with anticipation.
“You’re going to fuck me.”
“That’s right,” he said, that mischievous, hungry smile growing wider. “Tell me more, Aston. What exactly are we going to fuck?”
“You’re going to fuck my ass.”
“Good boy,” he said. “Are you going to give up your ass for fucking, Aston?”
I giggled. “Do I have any choice?” I asked.
James and Sam both laughed. “Oh, no,” said James. “You don’t have any choice, Aston. You accepted shelter here, so that means you follow our rules. While you’re under our roof, you get treated just like every other cute little twink in this fortress. And boys in this fortress don’t get to say no. Boys here are just obedient fucktoys, and men like us get to do whatever we want with them.”
So that was it. That was what being here meant. I had known it in my gut all along — ever since Kirios had given me to James for the night, and told him to show me what life here was about. And now here I was, naked between two big, strong men, and there was no way out. They were going to fuck my tight, tender, virgin ass. They were going to fuck me as long as they wanted. And there was nothing I could do about it.
But I didn’t want out. Yes, I was terrified of how it would feel. But I knew that if they had thrown open the door right now, given me my clothes, and told me I could leave, I wouldn’t have walked out.
Somewhere deep down, I wanted to be used like this.
James was looking at me with a twinkle in his eye. “Oh, it’s so cute how innocent you are,” he said. “It’s going to be such a treat to turn you into a dirty, obedient little boy-slut for us.”
I met his eye. “Is it going to hurt?” I asked, before I could stop myself.
“A little,” said James mischievously. “But that’s part of the feeling.”
“And you know what, you cute little boy?” said Sam, running his hand over my ass and making me shiver. “I think you’re going to love it. The way you suck cock … I think a boy who sucks like that is a boy who’s just yearning for cock in his ass. I think you’re secretly a cock-hungry slut who just wants to be taken and ravished by a man. I think once you’ve had a cock inside you, you’re going to be begging us for more.”
His words had me shivering all over. Unthinking, I gently squeezed and tugged on both their cocks, and I felt their hands tighten on my ass cheeks in response.
“I think Sam’s right,” said James quietly. “Though of course … even if you don’t love it, we’re not going to stop. Your ass belongs to us now. It’s ours, to have our fun with. And I think it’s high time we started enjoying it.”
Suddenly he pushed me onto my back and moved to kneel over my face, and his taut, lean body was on top of me. He slapped me across the face with his cock. It was so big, so hard, and it made me quail with nerves.
“Kiss it, little twink,” James ordered me. “Kiss the cock that’s going to fuck you.”
I kissed it eagerly, my mouth open, running my tongue across it. The act made something inside me start to melt, fold, swoon into submission. There was such a sense of power in that big, pulsing cock that I felt myself yearning to just give myself up to it. I wanted to offer up my body for the pleasure of that cock. I wanted to be taken, used, consumed by that cock.
“Get on all fours,” James ordered.
My heart pounding so hard I felt it would burst out of my chest, I scrambled to do as he said. I was on all fours, my face inches from the pillows, my ass raised. My own cock — a fair size, but so much smaller than James’ or Sam’s — was hard and quivering. My body knew what it wanted. It had known all along.
James had pumped a scoop of lube into his hand from a bottle on a side table, and was rubbing it over his cock. Sam had shifted to lean back against the headboard, perfectly positioned to watch. He caught my eye and grinned wickedly.
Then James got onto the bed behind me, and took me by the thighs. I felt a shudder of anticipation run through my entire body. His grip was so strong, so decisive — he was touching me like I was his property, to use however he wanted. I felt him position himself against me. And then I felt the head of his cock pressing gently against my tight, virgin asshole.
“Oh my God,” I breathed. I was panting with nerves, and I was trembling all over. Sam laughed softly at the sight of me, stroking his cock in one hand.
“Good boy,” said James softly. “Get ready, little boy. It’s time you learnt to take cock like the submissive little boy-slut you are.”
And firmly, painfully, wonderfully, he slid his cock into my ass.
I cried out loud in shock and amazement — a long, gasping, wailing moan. The sensation of that long, stiff cock pushing inside me was like nothing I had ever experienced. I had expected it to hurt, and it did hurt: little spasms of queasy pain pulsed through me as he slid his cock into my ass. But what I had not expected was the heat. The extroardinary, mind-bending heat of that huge, hard thing plunging into my ass. The pain didn’t matter — or rather, the pain was part of the whole sensation, and the whole sensation was dizzyingly, breathtakingly good. A rushing, surging wave of intense, ecstatic heat that rippled from my asshole out through my body, making my tummy flutter and my blood fizz in my veins. James had pushed himself fully inside me; now he drew back, making me gasp with wonder as I felt his cock almost withdraw, and my ass was aching and yearning, wanting that fullness again. I felt like I was balancing on an edge, ready to drop … and then he plunged back inside me, harder and faster this time, and the spasm of hot pleasure made me feel like I was going to swoon. The fullness, the tightness, the hard hungry thrust of his cock in my ass — it made me want to let go of everything I knew, and give myself up completely, mindlessly, in total submission to his pleasure.
I whimpered, pressing my face against the pillow. James was fucking me slowly, pumping his cock in long, sure strokes, in and out of my tight asshole. I felt completely in his power. My ass was his to fuck in whatever way he wanted. I heard him moan with pleasure as he savoured the feeling of my tight, virgin ass sliding over his cock.
His hands moved on my thighs, taking me in a firmer grip as he drew almost all the way out. And then he stopped going slow.
With a hard, hungry thrust, he hammered his cock inside me, and I screamed from the glorious heat of it. And then he was fucking me, fucking my ass like it belonged to him, thrusting his big, rock-hard cock again and again into my tight little hole, and I was gasping, screaming, moaning uncontrollably as surge after surge of hot, painful, ecstatic feelings pulsed deep in my body.
I was taking cock in my ass. I was a submissive, helpless little boy-slut. I was being used as a fucktoy by a big, strong man who could do anything he wanted with me. I was being fucked in my virgin ass … and it was the most incredible feeling I had ever felt in my life.
James was speeding up. He was pounding me with abandon, holding nothing back, and I felt as though my eyes were rolling back in my head as I lost all control of my responses. Dimly, I felt something building up inside me. Nobody was touching my cock, but it was quivering, tingling with pleasure, with every thrust of that cock in my asshole. And then James was pounding me even harder, pumping in my ass so hard it made me scream again, and suddenly I felt his cock shudder, and I felt the warm, wet, pumping flood of cum deep inside me —
And my own cock burst into orgasm. It was as though feeling him come inside me had released something in me, and all the cum pent up in my balls began spurting out of me in huge, surging pumps. It wasn’t like any other orgasm I’d ever had. It felt somehow wetter, sweeter, more all-consuming, more intense. There was a dizzy, strange bliss in it that I had never felt before.
My face was pressed into the pillow. I could feel James’ cock inside me beginning to slacken. I could still feel the warm cum deep in my ass. My own orgasm was subsiding. With a deep, satisfied sigh, James pulled his cock back out of me. I felt the painful twinge as it withdrew. The moment he was out of me, I felt myself collapse in a shudder onto the bed. James lay down next to me and pulled me gently into an embrace. And as I felt his strong arms pulling me towards him, I turned instinctively in towards his body, and I buried my face in his chest. He held me against him, stroking me, holding me close.
“Good boy,” said James. He kissed me on the forehead. I squirmed with delight: I loved knowing that I had been a good little boy for him to fuck.
Sam lay down beside us, and I felt his body against me from behind, the hard pressure of his cock in the small of my back.
“That was wildly hot,” he said to James. “The way he moaned — he took it so well.” And then, feeling me wriggle with pleasure at the praise, he chuckled and kissed me on the neck, sending shivers all through me.
“His ass is so tight,” said James. “And he took it so obediently. I think this boy is going to be a very, very popular new slave.”
At the word slave, something inside me quailed with frightened pleasure, and I felt my whole body give a massive shiver.
“You were such a good little boy-slut,” Sam told me. “I loved watching you take cock. Did you like being fucked, you cute little boy?”
“I loved being fucked,” I whispered. “I loved it so much. Oh my God, that cock in my ass felt so, so good …”
I could sense them grinning with satisfaction. Sam was running his hand ran down my side, slowly, until he was cupping my ass in his firm, possessive grip.
“Well that’s good to hear, Aston. Because it’s my turn now. On all fours again, little boy-slut. Boys here don’t get to decide when we stop. They just keep on taking cock until all the men have had their fill.”
My head spinning, feeling like every nerve in my body was alive and primed for maximum sensation, my asshole aching, but already craving that feeling again, craving cock inside me, I got back onto my hands and knees. Sam playfully spanked me, and I quivered in anticipation as he got on his knees behind me. I peered around and sneaked a look at his cock. Thicker than James’, slick with lube, it looked monstrous, hungry, merciless. I glanced up into Sam’s face and caught his eye. He shot me a wicked smirk. And with a trembling deep inside me, I knew he wasn’t going to hold back. I knew I was in for a rough, pounding fuck.
He took me by the thighs. He spanked me again, hard.
“Hold tight, little boy. Time for fucking.”
And he rammed his cock into my ass.
This time I really did scream. But even as I did, I knew nothing could stop that cock pounding inside me. Even if my scream could be heard through the thick stone walls, this was a place where screams of anguished passion from boys like me would seem totally unremarkable. Any man who heard me would just know that a slave-boy was being used for his proper purpose: as an anal fucktoy, taking everything a man wanted to give him.
So I gripped the bedsheets, gasped for breath, and rode the waves of it. Every thrust sent those extroardinary ripples of deep, irresistible pleasure through my body; but every thrust also came with pain, as that thick, thick cock pumped furiously in my ass. While Sam fucked me, James was holding me — his muscled arms around my chest as he lay beside me, pinning me to the mattress in a firm and comforting grip. I felt like he was holding me in place, making sure I kept on taking it, but also looking after me, grounding me. And it meant there was nowhere I could go, nothing I could do except submit to the cock that was pounding inside me. I felt I was being devoured, used up — there was so much energy in Sam’s pumping cock that it was like he was hungry for every last bit of me. I moaned and whimpered and shuddered in James’ arms. It seemed to be going on forever. It was delicious, it hurt so much, it felt so good …
And then again the bucking, quivering shudder of the cock inside me releasing its load of cum. Again the warm, shooting wetness of that cum inside me. Sam was moaning and swaying with pleasure as he finally stopped thrusting, and let his cock spurt wave after massive wave of cum into my ass. Until at last he was done, and he was pulling out, and I was shrinking, shuddering, onto the bed.
James was still holding me. Now Sam lay down beside us and put his arms around me too. Moved by some instinct, I curled up against Sam, cuddling into his arms. He had just fucked me with no restraint, no holding back, and he had pounded my poor, tight little asshole into total submission. It had hurt so much. And now, with his cum trickling out of me, all I wanted was to be held in his arms and know I was in his power. And I felt the same for James. It was though being claimed and fucked by both of them had reduced me to a state of mindless, submissive devotion. Lying between them, knowing I was just their fucktoy now, knowing I was at their mercy … I somehow wanted only to stay there. To be held and used and played with; to have all the decisions taken away from me. To be a slave, obedient and eager, existing to be fucked.
Sam gave a deep, satisfied, contented sigh. He stroked my hair idly. “Such a good little slave,” he murmured. “You’ve got such a fuckable ass, you little cutie … I know the others are going to love having their go at you.”
Even through the blissful haze in which my mind was sunk, this made some curious, nervous impulse in me stir.
“Their go at me?” I whispered.
“Oh yes,” said James. “You heard Kirios. After two nights here, you’ll have the option to leave … if you still want to. But until then, you belong to us. And that means you belong to every man in the community, not just me and Sam. I think tomorrow is going to be a very big day for our new boy-slut …”
I couldn’t answer. I didn’t know whether I was frightened or excited. I didn’t know whether I wanted it or not.
“But for now,” James went on, “it’s late. I think it’s time for bed. You’ll sleep in between us, Aston. I think you’re just about ready to drift off to sleep.”
And sure enough, waves of tiredness were rapidly overtaking me. It had been a long day, and then it had been a strange, wild, life-changing night. I felt completely spent.
James and Sam tucked me in between them in the centre of the massive bed. They flicked out the lights, got in on either side of me, and I felt their warmth and strength close around me.
“Sleep tight, little slave,” whispered Sam, giving my ass an affectionate squeeze. “You’re going to want to be well rested for tomorrow …”
To be continued
This is my first gay story, and I would value any and all feedback! Please let me know what you thought. And if there’s anything you’d especially like to see in Part II, I’d love to hear suggestions.