Alpha Encounters: The Covenant

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I racked the bar back on the bench, let a whoosh of breath, and sat up. 185 pound bench! Personal best!

I stood up and brought my gloved hands together in a little celebratory clap as I turned to face the mirrored wall next to me. I’d been going to this gym for almost three years now and the results were really starting to show. But this story is not about me.

My name’s Danny. At 26 years old, I was a good-looking guy and the weight I had been packing on the previous three years was finally helping me to look my age. Mind you, from the neck up, even on that day when I first successfully benched more than my body weight, I still looked about sixteen years old. Tangled, brown curls wreathed my baby face down to my square jaw. With my sparkling Irish eyes of the palest green, I was quite the heartthrob. But that day I was more concerned about my development below the neck. The gym was pretty empty so I felt comfortable flexing my pecs underneath my tank top, checking out the definition that had been growing on my 6-foot frame. My shoulders looked respectable. Pulling up the hem of my shirt, my abs looked ripped to shit with a thin train of brown hair running down from my navel into my crotch. But then my abs always looked good. I even had a good set of legs due to the fact that squats were actually one of my favourite exercises. Then there were my arms.

No matter what I did, I couldn’t seem to get my arms to grow like I wanted them to. My whole adolescent life I’d lusted over guys with bulging arms. Now that I’d finished college, found a decent job, and had a little extra money I wanted to start building myself into the fantasy I’d dreamed about all those years. But my arms just would... not... grow. I let out a little sigh and went back to admiring my pecs –today was a day to focus on my accomplishments. I could even see a little bit of brown fur starting to grow around my–

Then it hit me.

Thoughts blew from my head like dry leaves before the force of a hurricane. My back straightened and I felt a rush of blood to my crotch. For a few seconds I had no idea what was happening to me and then I saw him in the mirror, walking into the room behind me, the most perfect man I had ever laid eyes on.

He had to have been about 6’4” and maybe 250 lbs –all of it muscle. He wore black basketball shorts and a sleeveless, black t-shirt that draped deliciously over what had to have been the best developed chest on earth. He headed straight for the squatting cage where I’d been just twenty minutes earlier. He walked like he was making love to the air –swagger doesn’t begin to cover it. Those silky shorts gliding over two perfect globes of glutes above two meaty calves. Even though I couldn’t see them, I knew his thighs had to be just as impressive.

I watched him stretch and adjust the cage for his height. I may have stopped blinking, but I definitely hadn’t stopped breathing. My breath had become ragged —if I had been a puppy I would have been panting-- and then my eyes went even wider.

The stud at the squatting cage brought his arm up and behind his back to stretch his triceps and I saw the most beautiful, cannonball biceps I had ever seen –in person or otherwise. Another rush of blood went to my crotch and I started to fear that my boner was evident, but I didn’t have much time to think about that before it was displaced by a whole new sensation.

As I stood there between the bench press and the mirrors a small jolt of energy shot down my lower spine and my ass twitched. It puckered in and out all of its own accord as I drank in the sight of this guy. I had never felt that before!

Sexually, I considered myself versatile but most of the time guys I was with wanted me to top them, probably because I have muscles and a nice cock. But looking at this guy load up the barbell at his squatting cage, I would’ve bent over and sworn myself a bottom for the rest of my life if he asked me to. In my experiences I’d met muscle bottoms, but I never thought that about this dude, not for a second. This was a man who fucked. Period.

Normally when I see a guy like that –not that I had ever seen a guy like that before-- I’d feel intimidated and the first thoughts to go through my head would include, “No way would that guy be into me” and “No way is that guy even gay –the gods aren’t that kind!”

But this guy was different. And I felt different. I remembered my workout. It was chest day. I still had push-ups to knock out. And the mats were right beside the squatting cage. How awesome.

I adjusted my shorts, gave myself a quick check in the mirror, and walked over.

As I got closer I could see the dude was squatting with three plates on either side –perfect form, no problem-- like this was his warm-up or something. Earlier that day I had struggled with less than half that weight!

He finished a set just as I approached and took my place on the mat. He racked the bar and rested his arms on it. Looking over at me, he gave me a smile and a nod.

“How’s it goin?” I said, stretching my pecs and shoulders.

“Good,” he said. “You waiting for this?”

A voice inside me cried, “Dear god yes! I’ve been waiting for you my whole life!” But I knew damn well he was referring to the squatting cage.

“Nah, man. I’m good. Gonna bang out some push-ups.”

He nodded and swung himself under the bar to get ready for his next set. I decided that as long as he was squatting, I was doing push-ups.

A bit later the stud maxed out at four and a half plates per side (incredible!) and I had banged out as many push-ups as I possibly could. He held on to the cage and stretched his legs. I got up and started swinging my arms –my pecs really were on fire that day.

“Chest day,” he said, grinning at me.

“You got it. Just did a personal best on the bench press earlier.”

“Oh, yeah?” he said, genuinely interested. “How much?”

“One eighty-five.”

“Nice.”

“What’s your max?” I pressed.

He smiled --perfect set of teeth-- and said with a chuckle, “More than one eighty-five.”

Then he bounced his pecs slightly underneath his t-shirt and my eyes visibly widened.

I chuckled too and said, “Yeah, I’ll bet.”

“I’m Dave,” he said, extending his hand. Thisalpha god had a name.

“Danny,” I said, taking his hand and trying not to wince at the force of his grip.

“I haven’t seen you here before,” I said. “Are you new in town?”

“Yeah, I just moved in this week.”

Dave owned an industrial machinery company and the town had just contracted him to clear snow, fill potholes, and the like for the next five years. Apart from his body, Dave also seemed like a genuinely nice guy, not to mention drop-dead gorgeous. Strong jaw, flashy baby-blue eyes, thick black eyebrows, a spiky raven mane of hair, and that sexy kind of permanent five o’clock shadow that some guys have. After our short conversation I began to feel like I was distracting him from his workout.

“Well, I’d better let you keep going.”

“You’re not finished, are you?” he said with a pleading look.

“Uh, well... push-ups were the last I’d planned on doing. Don’t think I’m gonna be able to squeeze anymore out of my chest today.”

Dave nodded slightly and looked me up and down, grinning like he had full license to do so –and he did. Then he said,

“Hang around with me until I’m done,” he said. “You’re not busy, are ya?”

“Uh... no. No, I’m not busy.”

“Then hang out with me, man. We can get some food later. On me.”

“Uh... yeah, sure,” I said with a stupid grin on my face. “That sounds good.”

My ass twitched again.

After hanging with Dave as he powered through the rest of his leg day, a thoroughly humbling experience for sure, he slapped me on the back and said,

“Sauna?”

“Yeah, sounds good.”

Internally I was doing cartwheels. Shit, I thought to myself. This guy may not be gay, but he sure does seem into me. And in a few seconds I was going to see him naked!

Unfortunately for me, Dave’s locker was far away from mine and the locker room had plenty of alcoves for –pfffft!-- privacy, so I got changed and threw a towel around my waist thinking that Dave was doing the same somewhere around the corner. I likely wouldn’t get a peek at his dick. Oh, well. I planned on counting my blessings. Just then--

“Ya ready?”

I turned around and Dave was behind me. He had a towel. But it was tossed over his shoulder! He stood there before me, smiling and shifting his weight from one leg to the other totally nude! I think I must’ve froze for a bit as I drank him in. His pecs were broad and powerful looking, not those droopy man boobs that some bodybuilders have, but solid slabs of grade-A beef with a sprinkling of sparse black fur across them that gathered and led down the most deeply cobbled abs I could’ve ever imagined. My gaze went further down and... day-yum. Not only was this guy hung like a porn star, he had a pair of balls on him that would’ve made a young colt envious.

“Hello?” he said, snapping me out of my trance.

“Uh... yeah, let’s sauna, dude.”

The men’s sauna in my gym was pretty secluded, down a hallway between the showers and the lockers. Most of the time at least one of the lights in there were out and that day was no exception, so it was pretty dim and steamy.

Dave lounged with his back and shoulders against the warm cedar wall, his crotch thrust out a bit, dick and balls hanging a bit over the bench as we chatted. I kept my towel wrapped around my waist and focused all my mental energy on not boning up in this stud’s presence, even as I continually checked him out. I was getting a gay vibe from him, but should he be straight (and sensitive about it) he could’ve easily crushed me to death.

“You been coming here a long time?” he asked me.

“About three years. As soon as I finished college. In school I didn’t really care about fitness. I was pretty unhealthy looking.”

“No, kidding,” he said, looking me up and down. “Well you must’ve been working at it these past three years. You sure look fit now.”

“Thanks!” I said, preening and grinning. “I’m still trying to figure out how to get my arms to grow though.”

“Oh, yeah?” he said, turning his head to me. “Let’s see whacha got.”

Somewhat bashfully I brought up my left arm and squeezed it into a biceps flex.

“Respectable,” he said. “What’s that fifteen inches?”

“Yeah, about that.”

Awkward silence.

“I’ll bet you’ve been working out a while.”

“Yeah, I’ve been working out since I was a teenager. My body never really took off though until... Well, until I decided to do what it took.”

“Yeah... I think I know what you mean. You gotta want it.”

He looked over at me and narrowed his eyes a bit, “Want what?”

“Well, you know, size.”

“Just size?” he said, probing.

“Well, no, there’s the other stuff.”

“Like what? What is it you love about getting bigger?”

“Well...” I thought for a minute. “The power, I guess. Being the best version of me that I can be.”

“Yeah... I know just what you mean.”

At his point he brought up his right arm and hit a biceps pose the made my eyes widen.

“Whoa!” I said. “What does that bad boy measure.”

“Twenty-one. Twenty-two at the end of arm day.”

“Man...” I breathed in awe. “I always wanted arms this big. Always wanted to lift with the big boys, you know?”

“Yeah, I know. I know exactly what you mean,” he smiled. “It’s dense muscle, too. Go on! Try and squeeze that fucker.”

My hands were up and on his his arm before he could finish his sentence. I consider myself a pretty strong guy and I couldn’t dent his arm at all! It was like trying to dent flesh-covered steel!

“Man! That is out of this world! I never thought arms like this were possible!”

“Yeah, dude,” Dave said with a chuckle. “I can see the admiration.”

He grinned and nodded toward my towel. I had lost control of my boner and was now tenting that terrycloth pretty obviously.

“Oh...” I blushed and backed slightly away. “Sorry, dude. I just... I guess I got a little over-excited.”

“No worries, man!” Dave said with a chuckle. “It’s hot.”

Then he leaned toward me and said, with a sexy grin on his face, “Now lose the towel.”

“Really?”

He shrugged his massive shoulders, “You don’t see me hiding my junk, do you? And... lemme break the suspense. We’re both into dudes.”

Chu-ching!

I threw my towel open and let my cock rise up onto my abs were it began beating a steady rhythm. I really did have nothing to be ashamed of. I had a decent uncut eight-incher.

“Nice,” Dave said. Then he reached over with his hand and started stroking me!

My head rolled back in ecstasy as my precum mixed with his sweaty palm to create a most delicious friction.

“But...” Dave continued. “I think I’ve got you beat with that measurement too, bro.”

Dave’s own cock began to rise, without him touching it at all, until it was as hard as mine and leaking a steady stream of clear honey onto his furry, cobbled navel. It was circumcised and covered in a network of throbbing veins. It had to have been close to ten inches long and extremely thick.

“C’mon, dude,” he said, nodding toward his crotch. “I’m not gonna be the only one working here.”

I reached over and began stroking him as he pleasured me. I was shocked to find that my fingers didn’t even reach around his girth!

“Unnnnnngh...” he moaned and let his head fall back. “Yeah... that’s what I’ve been needing.”

I watched his testicles begin to twitch and rise in his scrotum; they seemed to swell and get even larger as I stroked him. And he was oozing out a ridiculous amount of precum! My hand was positively slick with it! And the smell of his musk was intoxicating.

My ass began twitching and puckering again like a mouth begging to be fed and my cock positively sang with pleasure as Dave stroked me.

Then Dave looked over and me, locked my eyes with a gaze of pure lust and communicated exactly what he wanted me to do without so much as a word. I obeyed. I leaned over and replaced my hand with my mouth and began to suck his cock.

The grunt that escaped his throat was positively primal. He ran his fingers through my hair as I tried my level best to suck as much of his prodigious penis as I could manage, bringing back my one hand to stroke the base as I suckled on the end, running my tongue around his circumsized head. Then I felt his other hand on my ass, massaging the muscles there, eventually finding my crack with his thick fingers and slipping one inside me.

I moaned. My body started tingling all over as he massaged my prostate, forcing clear honey out of my dick which was harder than it had ever been before in my life.

“Squeeze my balls,” he rumbled.

I brought my other hand between his legs and gently squeezed the meaty, lemon-sized fruit at the base of his throbbing cock I felt them swell and churn as they forced more of his clear musk up his shaft and onto my waiting tongue.

“Hope you’re ready for your post-workout protein, boy. Here it comes.”

He pushed my head down, his cock going deeper into my throat as his mighty balls jumped and a flood of cum started rushing down my gullet. The dude must’ve pumped out a good two dozen shots before he let me come up for air.

I gasped and leaned back onto the bench, panting, cum running down my chin. Dave leisurely stroked his enormous cock as it continued leaking pearly cum down its shaft. It looked even harder and bigger than before. I leaned back and caught my breath.

“Don’t sit down now, boy,” he said. “Workout ain’t over.”

He got on his feet, stood me up, turned me around and pushed me against the warm wood of the saun wall with his forearm as his other hand grabbed my ass. His finger found my hole quickly and started massaging my rosebud again.

“That was just the warm-up.”

Two of his fingers pushed into me, stretching me out. I wanted to touch myself so badly, but my hands were busy keeping me balanced against the wall. After a minute or two of stroking my pussy with his fingers, Dave crouched down, spread my cheeks with his hands, and dove into my ass with his tongue.

It was a damn good thing the gym was nearly empty, because I groaned like a stag in heat at that point and couldn’t have cared less about how loud I was. I came close to cumming three times before he stood up again, wrapped his arm around me, pressed my back into his chest, and used his other hand to guide his penis to my rosebud.

I winced in pain for a second or two and then he pushed his apple-sized head through me and I snapped down on the other side. He just kept it there for a minute or two, pumping ever so slightly with his hips. I could feel my ass filling with his hot juices. I began to wonder how this was going to go on. Dave was way bigger than any guy I’d ever had back there before. But then I felt this weird surge of strength move through me and I felt myself pushing back against him. Dave chuckled softly into my ear and said,

“There we go.”

He slid the rest of his cock into me with relative ease and began thrusting in earnest, holding on to me with his powerful arms, lifting me onto my toes as I braced myself against the sauna wall. After a minue or two I let out this weak little cry as my cock exploded, shooting cum all the way up onto my chin and neck. Shortly after my orgasm, Dave gave one more mighty thrust, actually lifting me a few inches off the ground, and shot an enormous load into my ass.

How could this guy cum so much!? I remember thinking.

Eventually, Dave put me down and gently pulled out. I sat down on the bench just catching my break and feeling the cum and sweat pour down my body. Dave stood in front of me, legs apart, smiling down and me, hands on his hips, his softening cock glistening inthe dim light and still dropping globs of thick cum down onto the floor.

“That was...” I said. “That was...”

“Power?” Dave suggested.

“Yeah,” I said, nodding my head. “That was power.”

Dave chuckled and slapped me on the shoulder.

“We’re gonna get along just fine, you and I. Get yourself cleaned up, boy. I can’t wait for you to meet the others.”

“Huh?” I said.

“Nothin,” he said with a dismissive wave. “Just don’t leave the gym without my number.”

Like there was any chance in hell of that!

* * *

Dave and I quickly became the best kind of workout-fuck buddies. Four times a week we’d meet at the gym and then go back to my place and fuck each other’s brains out. No, we didn’t continue doing it in our gym’s sauna. Well... a couple of times we did. And, no, Dave was not a strict top. He liked getting fucked too. The first time I fucked him, I felt like I was mounting a bull, my cock felt like it was getting shoved between two warm, flesh-covered boulders! But after a brief flagging of my confidence I discovered that the only thing as mindblowingly awsome as getting fuck by a stud that big, is fucking a stud that big.

My body felt so incredibly... alive! Even when I wasn’t with Dave I felt energy surging through me like I never had before. Compared to how I felt in those days, the onset of puberty felt like downing a decaf latte.

And man, did Dave know his way around the gym! I basically did everything he said in way of workout tips, nutrition and diet, whatever. One night he even showed me these amazing exercizes to do with my dick. I shit you not! Describing them here would be pointless, I’d need to show you, but the damn things worked! After using these exercises for a couple of weeks, my cock reached 8.5 inches long! It had gotten noticeably thicker and when it got hard, it got rock hard. And that was only my dick! The rest of my body was improving as well. After about 10 weeks of being on the Dave Program, my size had shot up to over 200lbs and I must’ve traded a few pounds of fat for muscle as well because I was looking ripped! My abs had gone to a whole new level, not just a six-pack, but more like an eight-pack with thick obliques too. My chest and shoulders were now seriously studly and my arms had ballooned to 17 inches!

The weeks rolled by and, try as I may to shut off my brain and enjoy this ride while it lasted, I began to wonder a few things. Like, why me? Dave could be with anyone he wanted and, though I was nothing to sneeze at, I was no alpha stud like him. And why did we never go to his place to fuck? Why always my place or the gym?

One night after yet another epic fuck session, I lay half draped across Dave’s enormous body, our skin welded together by sweat and cum. And I started asking Dave some of these things.

“Well...” he said, “I’m sorry. I’ve been meaning to open up more to you for a while now. I just had to be sure you were serious about things first. And I guess you are. We can go to my place tomorrow night. I’ll introduce you to the other boys.”

“Other boys?” I asked.

“Yeah, Mike and Chris. I live with them.”

“Oh.” Dave said it so casually, I didn’t find it weird until a few seconds later. How could he not have mentioned roommates before now?

“But first,” Dave said, pulling my chin up so that I was looking into his eyes. “I need to know something.”

“What?”

“Are you really ready to lift with the big boys?”

I chucked and said, “Thought I already was.”

Dave just smiled back and said, “Answer the question.”

“Yeah,” I replied slowly, a bit puzzled. “Yeah, I’m ready.”

Then he kissed me and said, “Then I’ll tell the boys to expect you tomorrow night.”

* * *

The next night was a Friday. Dave picked me up from my place in his truck and started driving us. He didn’t say much and I kept wondering what to expect. His truck was a pricey extended can job, so I couldn’t imagine why this guy lived with roommates when he obvioiusly didn’t have to for financial reasons. I expected him to drive us to a house downtown, a townhouse in the suburbs, on an apartment building. But he kept driving. We left the city and I started to get kinda nervous. Where was this guy taking me?

“Say, man, where the fuck do you live? Out of state?”

Dave laughed and said, “Relax. We’re almost there.”

He grabbed my thigh, tossed me a smile and kept driving. A few minutes later he turned off the highway and headed up a long, private drive to a big country house. As we got out of the truck two super hot guys came out onto the porch to greet us.

One was tall, blond, and looked super lean, the other a few inches shorter than me with a goatee and built like a truck.

“Hey, boys,” Dave called. “This is Danny.”

The blond was Chris, the bearded guy was Mike. We all shook hands and went inside. The place was really nice, like a ritsy verson of a ranch lodge or something. We all got talking over beers, and barbeque. They all seemed really friendly with each other. Chris worked at an office in town and Mike was an electrician. After dinner we all threw the football around for a while in the huge backyard. Chris chucked his shirt after a while and day-yum! The guy’s body was like a fuckin’ sports car, every muscle shredded and defined like hell. All three guys were equally hot, just hot in different ways. After a while, Dave suggested we hit up the hot tub. This was gonna be a good night.

The four of us lounged in the steamy water all totally nude, because why the fuck not!? Every single one of us was hot as hell and hung like pornstars! I was not a guy used to being the least hung in the room, especially since getting an extra half inch thanks to Dave’s exercises. But in that hot tub, I was. I could not wait to see how this evening would end.

It was in that setting, with a couple of beers in my system, that Dave finally revealed exactly what was up.

“So, Danny. You’re lookin’ really good. Gaining fast.”

“Yeah,” I said, putting my hands behind my head, showing off my newly buffed biceps. “You really know your stuff, man.”

“The thing is...” Dave continued. “You really haven’t seen anything yet.”

“What do you mean?”

“He means...” Chris jumped in, grabbing my thigh under the water, “There’s a whole level of power above this one.”

“Yeah,” Mike chimed in, grabbing my other thigh. “If you really wanna lift with the big boys, you’ve gotta go through the initiation.”

“What the fuck are you guys talking about?” I asked.

“Well...” Dave said, from across the hot tub. “Let me start to answer by asking you a question. Danny how old do you think I am?”

“Uh... I don’t know. A few years older than me, I guess.”

“I’m forty-eight years old.”

What the fuck! This dude didn’t look a day over thirty.

“You’re shitting me!” I said.

“Nope,” Dave shook his head. “How old do you think Chris is, over there.”

I looked at this guy’s boyish features, perfect skin, and said, “You’ve gotta be younger than me, right?”

“I’m thirty-nine,” Chris said. “And Mike here is forty.”

Mike had to look the closest to his age of the three, but still nowhere near it.

“You all... look great,” I said. “What’s your secret?”

“That’s just it,” said Dave. “You’ve already been getting a taste of that secret by... hanging out with me. But if you want to take it to the next level there’s... more.”

“Oh, yeah? Sign me up!”

“Do you swear not to tell anyone else about it?”

“Yeah, I swear.”

“Good,” Dave said, coming across the hot tub and kissing me. My dick instantly went from a semi to a ranging boner. “We’ll get things ready for you then. We’ll take you to the next level next weekend but for now... let’s just have some fun.”

We all made out in the hot tub for a while, stroking each other. Mike started fucking Chris in one corner while Dave rode my cock in the other. Eventually we took it inside to what I assumed was Dave’s bedroom. He had a huge bed, way bigger than any king-size I’d seen, in the middle of a big loft bedroom with a gas fireplace and windows all along two sides. All four of us piled on that bed and had ample room to spare. Everybody seemed to want to give me the most attention. At one point I was laying on top of Dave, his cock up my ass, while Chris sucked my cock and played with my nipples and Mike sucked on my balls. I was about as close to heaven as a guy could get.

Later, all four of us formed a fuck train with me at the front followed by Chris, Mike, and Dave at the rear, pounding so hard that I could feel the force of his fucking through the flesh of two other men.

The orgy lasted for hours until eventually we all fell asleep in each other’s arms.

In the middle of the night Dave woke me up and quietly led me down into his basement to show me something.

In the middle of this big, dark room was a stone statue of a really built god or something. It was about three feet tall on a big pedestal that raised it above eye-level and it was surrounded by melting candles.

“Dave,” I said. “What the hell, is this?”

“This is what you’re getting into. Mike and Chris didn’t want me to show you until next weekend, but... I want you to be sure. You see... the gains you’ve been making lately aren’t just because of good exercise and nutrition, Danny. Part of it is... well... magic.”

“Magic?”

Dave nodded. “The three of us are something of a coven. We worship a demi-god who, in turn, gives us youth, power, beauty, and long life. Being with me these last few months has passed some of that on to you. But... we want you to be part of our coven too. We want some younger blood.”

I looked at the shrine, at Dave, and back again in bewilderment.

“Are you weirded out?”

“A little, I guess. But... this worship thing works?”

“I’m living proof, aren’t I?”

“And there’s no drawback?”

“None that we’ve ever found.”

“What’s this demi-god’s name?”

“We almost never speak his name. After initiation, we simply worship him by worshipping each other.”

“What’s this initiation, exactly?”

“Well... that I can’t tell you. But I can promise you, it won’t be anything that you won’t enjoy. So... Do you trust me?”

I thought for a minute and then answered Dave by launching myself at him and sticking my tongue down his throat. He laid me down on a bench at the side of the room and fucked me in the candlelight before we headed back upstairs to the bedroom.

The next morning, I had a taste of what the next level must feel like. I awoke feeling like I could jump mountains and tear down trees with my bare hands, not to mention the world’s biggest, leakiest boner. I was alone in the bed when I rolled over onto my back but then Chris came out of the en suite bath. Instead of saying “good morning” he just started sucking me off until I had my seventh orgasm in the last twelve hours.

After my shower, I headed into the kitchen, still completely nude because no one else was wearing a stitch of clothing either, and found the boys sitting around a pot of freshly brewed coffee.

“Sleep well?” Mike asked.

“Fuck, yeah!” I said, rubbing my hand across my chest.

“And you’ve decided to go through with the initiation?” Dave asked.

“For sure! I can’t wait to take things to the next level.”

“Good,” said Chris. “We can’t want to see what the next level looks like for you.”

“But you need to put something on,” Dave said, reaching for a small wooden box on the table.

“Huh?”

“The first part of initiation is that you have to wear this for seven full days.”

Dave pulled a golden string out of the box. It seemed to glow and glitter like real gold, but was obviously fabric of some sort. It slid around so easily, like silk.

“Okay,” I said. “Where am I supposed to wear it?”

“Allow me,” said Dave as he dropped to his knees and wrapped the string around my cock and balls in what seemed like a very ceremonial manner. It was snug but not tight. He finished by tying an elaborate looking knot at the top.

“My junk looks like a birthday present,” I joked.

“Don’t take it off,” said Dave.

“No problem.”

“And don’t orgasm until I remove it.”

“What!?” I exclaimed.

Chris and Mike roared with laughter.

“For seven whole days!?” I said. “You’ve gotta be kidding!”

“Why do you think we had all that sex last night. We were giving you your last meal for a while. Trust me. This’ll be worth it.”

“It had better be.”