The Kinksters are Alright

Chapter 21

The Party - Part 2

In their little fight for dominance, Justin ended up the victor. He ripped Liam’s clothes off and threw him on the dining room table. Glasses, an empty wine bottle and some stray snacks went flying on to the floor. Liam growled back at Justin as he was tossed around like a toy. 

“You’re such a fucking pansy. That’s the best you can do, you fucking faggot?!?!”

Liam was relentlessly mean to Justin. It wasn’t how he really felt about him, but he knew it pissed Justin off to be told he couldn’t do something. He teased Justin and called him names. He constantly told him he was inadequate. He egged him on with insults. Of course, this was only during sex. It was a part of their twisted romance. Liam was incredibly intelligent and was able to keep up a steady stream of barbs. Liam pushed him. He mocked him.

Justin could easily break Liam into a dozen pieces, but he let Liam treat him this way because he actually liked it. If anyone else had done the same, they wouldn’t make it home. Liam could get away with anything.

“You don’t want me to fucking do my best, cunt.”

Liam laughed wickedly. “You can barely hold me down, PUSSY BOY!”

“How about this, fucking cunt?” Justin shouted while he slammed Liam’s face against the table and thrust his enormous cock into him, pulling it right back out. He pulled Liam’s shaking legs apart and slammed into him again with all his might. For a brief moment, he quieted the loud and cocky Liam. Justin pulled back and then slammed in again, pressing his face against the table even harder. The sound Liam made was indescribable as he backed up onto Justin’s cock. Justin pushed in to the hilt again.

"Ohhhh fucking god, Justy! It feels so fucking good. Harder. HARDER!" Liam screamed, wildly thrusting against him. "FUCK ME LIKE A SLUT! DAMMIT YES!" he yelled as Justin sped up his pace. He was now slamming into Liam as hard as he could, his huge balls slapping against his ass, shaking the table. 

“Jesus fucking Christ! What the fuck is wrong with those two?” Charlie asked.

“They’re fucking in love.” Garrett snipped.

Justin began to fuck Liam’s ass at a painfully frantic pace. Justin was crazed, loving that his boy so willingly accepted his massive cock. Sweat poured off him as he panted like he was running a marathon. He pounded and pounded. Liam not only accepted the monstrous phallus, he begged for it. Liam begged Justin to fuck him hard and Justin delivered.

“UHHH FUCK! JUSTIN! FUCKKKKK AHHH! HARDER! YESSSS! YOU FUCKING BASTARD FUCK MEEE!”

Justin was fucking Liam fiercely, pummeling his bottom’s hole hard and deep, stretching it open with his thick girth, showing no mercy. Liam was in a daze as he let his true love assault him. Justin buried his cock deep into Liam’s chute, lifting one of his legs up from behind so that his penetration could be even deeper. Liam was once again shrieking encouragement, moaning wildly and thrusting back into Justin’s giant tool like a total whore.  

"FUCK! HARDER! FASTER! YESSSSS! AHHHHHHHHHHH!" was all anyone heard for at least another five minutes as Justin destroyed Liam from behind.

They wildly fucked making the table shake and knocking more things off it. Justin was rough and violent - and strong. He flipped Liam over and fucked him on his back, choking him and smacking him. He pulled Liam off the table and pushed him to the ground, upside down, forcing him into a position where Justin was able to stand up and pile drive Liam’s ass with ferocity. He knocked into a chair and managed to smash it into a cabinet, bashing it through the door. 

Liam not only begged for more, he continued to berate Justin, telling him he couldn’t give Liam what he needed. This just enraged Justin further and made him even more abusive. Justin finally picked Liam up like he was nothing and shoved him down on his cock, fucking him in mid air. He eventually pushed him back against the window and began to make out with him as he blasted his cum into Liam’s ass. Liam shot his load all over their chests.

“You’re so fucking amazing, Justy. Damn.”

“Fuck yeah, Lemmy. I fucking love to use you.”

“Well, now it’s my fucking turn, missy. We’d better clean up some of this glass before we slice our feet open.”

“Then we can go to my room. It’s less dangerous.”

***

Amid the chaotic sounds of Justin and Liam's violent romp, the biggest group of boys were deeply engaged in a variety of sexual activities, each one seeming to take turns in a hot mess of bodies. They shifted positions with such fluidity, it was impossible to keep track of who was doing what to whom as they explored different positions and pleasures.

In one spot, Finn was sandwiched between his boyfriend, Chandler below him, thrusting upwards with his impressive nine inches, and Charlie who was pounding into him from behind with his thick 8 and a half inch member. As Finn felt his sphincter being spread apart, he and Chandler were locked in a fiery kiss, adding even more intensity to the already steamy scene. 

The searing pain of two cocks relentlessly pounding into his tight, quivering hole made Finn feel like he was being torn in half. But amidst the agony, there was a twisted pleasure that coursed through his body with each brutal thrust. This is something he desperately wanted, but Chandler and Finn rarely ventured into this territory. Tonight they were pushing themselves. As they locked eyes, Finn saw the pure desire in Chandler's gaze, sending shivers down his spine. With each thrust, Finn's body contorted in pain and ecstasy. He writhed and moaned, begging for more as his hole was stretched beyond its limits by Chandler and Charlie's relentless pounding. 

"Yes, that's it, boys! Give it to me!" Finn's voice echoed through the room, surprising Chandler. It was a side of Finn he hadn't seen before - assertive and demanding. His primal side was eking out as he eagerly accepted Charlie's thrusts, relishing every inch of his big cock filling him up. With each deep penetration, Finn let out a guttural moan that echoed through the room as both boys worked him over. Chandler could feel himself reaching his own limits, trying to process the intensity of the moment. Still only a teenager, he was still trying to wrap his head around how things were rapidly changing - and not always in his control.

Finn's body from the waist down was numb, tingling with pleasure. He yelled out again, "Don't stop, I want more, fuck me deeper." With two thick cocks rubbing each other and pulling and pushing his insides every which way, he knew he was getting close. He figured the other two had to be getting close as well. "Please can you both cum together?" 

“That’s not how it works, Redwood!” Chandler barked, attempting to regain the upper hand.

"I know I'm ready!" Charlie yelled as he slammed into Finn as deep as he could. The force pushed him down onto Chandler's waiting cock, causing him to shudder, nearly triggering his orgasm. Charlie let out a loud yelp as his cock began pulsing and blasting his boy jazz into Finn's ass. Chandler couldn't stop it, he began shooting his own load into Finn's ass. As both boy's came, Finn felt warm cum filling him up and dripping out of his hole.

Meanwhile, Blaze was lying on his back with his legs spread, and was very chill and calm. All of the activity and his desire to not upset his Master made him pretty anxious at one point, so Garrett gave him an edible to relax him. 

“No worries, boy, me and our new friend here are going to take good care of you.”

“Thank you Master. Thank you.”

Garrett hunched down beside Samuel, who was preparing his arm to slide into Blaze's cavity. He couldn't help but admire how loose and slippery Blaze's opening already was. "Damn, man. You're almost as loose as Jack! This is going to be a blast!"

"My boy gets a lot of fisting action, just like his idol, Jack."

Samuel coated Blaze's ass with lube before slipping two fingers inside, rotating and teasing his opening. He then added a third finger to the mix, continuing his steady in-and-out motion. Gradually, he added a fourth finger, keeping up his meticulous technique. Blaze reveled in Samuel’s slow and deliberate movements.

Samuel took his time, teasing Blaze's hole with his fingers. He enjoyed exploring every inch of a rectum before entering it. He could feel the tension and reactions from Blaze, part of the pleasure in fisting. Samuel loved feeling the reactions of his partner's body to different touches and movements. As he teased and tantalized Blaze, the anticipation for both of them built until finally, Blaze begged for Samuel to push his hand in.

With a slight burst of energy, Samuel drove his knuckles past Blaze's sphincter. The sensation was so intense that Blaze couldn't help but let out a sharp yelp, his body arching upward and pushing Samuel's hand even deeper inside of him. "Oh my god, man, you really want this," Samuel remarked. 

“Yes, fucking fist me! Hit it hard man!” Blaze shouted.

Garrett was lying next to Blaze, gently running his fingers over his chest and occasionally teasing his cock. He peppered kisses all over Blaze's face and whispered in his ear. "Yeah, that's my boy. You want that arm deep inside you, right? You want both of us to fill you up, don't you boy?"

Blaze just nodded furiously, crazed from Samuel's endless teasing.

Samuel explored further, pushing deeper into Blaze's willing body. He easily slipped in halfway up his forearm. Samuel continued to tease and play around inside of him, gradually increasing his speed and depth, occasionally pulling out entirely and then slowly sliding back in with just his hand. Blaze was panting and wriggling under his touch, his desire for more was obvious. But Samuel took his time, savoring every moment.

"Easy boy, you'll get what you deserve." Garrett whispered.

"Fuck! I need it! I need it hard! Please daddy!"

Samuel clenched his fist inside Blaze, rotating it and pushing it deeper into his abdomen. He couldn't help but smirk as he observed his hand moving beneath Blaze's skin, creating a noticeable bulge in his stomach. Blaze shuddered with excitement.

Garrett positioned himself next to Samuel, applying lube to his hand. Samuel allowed him in for a bit of playful teasing. Garrett had larger, stronger hands and was more forceful than Samuel, but he restrained himself, much to Blaze's frustration. Garrett glanced at Samuel and nodded, giving him the go-ahead to join in. Together, they kissed while gently exploring Blaze's entrance with their fingers.

After several minutes of stretching, Samuel slid his hand in past his wrist. Garrett pushed his own hand in gently until he felt it slip through up to his wrist. Blaze moaned while the two hands pumped back and forth, eventually pulling out at the same time. They did this maneuver again, this time with Garrett going in first. They pushed deeper this time and then pistoned their hands in and out, in alternating motions. Blaze was now close to losing his mind. 

When they both pulled out, they stroked each other's hard cocks and made out some more. Blaze wriggled himself closer to them, begging them to get back to fisting him.

"Please! I can't fucking take it. FIST ME GOD DAMN IT!!"

Garrett shot an angry look at Blaze and smacked his balls, trapped just under the chastity cage his cock was locked in. Blaze's legs kicked out as he yelped in pain. "Sorry Master." He whimpered back.

Garrett's fingers caressed Blaze's aching balls before slowly descending to his eager hole. Without hesitation, he plunged his hand inside, going well past his wrist before pausing for a moment and then abruptly pulling out. He nodded at Samuel, who followed suit with a similar motion, except he went even deeper. Soon, both men were taking turns fisting Blaze, their hands thrusting in and out with increasing intensity. The punches became harder and faster as they worked together to penetrate Blaze's innermost depths. Blaze writhed in a mix of pain and pleasure, finally getting the intense fisting experience he had been craving.

Deciding to let Samuel take over, Garrett leaned back and observed for a while. Samuel became more forceful with his punches, plunging his fists one by one, and then both together, into Blaze's body. His determination led him to push deeper and deeper until finally his arms were fully submerged up to his elbows. He continued pushing further. Nearly ten minutes went by before he suddenly stopped, leaving Blaze's hole empty and gaping. 

Without any hesitation, Garrett took over for Samuel's hands and began to thrust his own in and out of Blaze's hole. He was much more forceful than Samuel, driving Blaze wild as he pushed both arms deep inside. Samuel also tried to join in, adding his hand into the mix. The intense sensation pushed Blaze to the brink. Getting three hands into Blaze's ass wasn't going to be a reality this time.  

Blaze hadn't been allowed to cum for almost a week and was freaking out. Without even touching himself, and locked in a painful cage, Blaze screeched as his poor cock pressed against the sharp spikes inside the cage. He couldn’t cum and it was agonizing. Garrett and Samuel smiled at each other and continued to work Blaze’s ass some more. 

"No more! OK! Please daddy! No more!! I can't take it!!"

"Sorry boy, you begged for it. We stop when I say we stop."

Samuel was more inclined to listen to Blaze, but the bigger, more intimidating Garrett was having no part of that. Ultimately, Garrett wasn’t that mean himself, so they kept going as long as Garrett wanted to, which fortunately for Blaze, wasn't much longer.

***

“Please daddy, please feed me!!” CJ begged Aidan as he worshiped his ass, sucking his hole, rimming it furiously.

“You… you haven’t… earrrrrned it, bitch.” Aidan snapped back at him, “Just keep eating the hhhhhole and you just might…might…might get a ssssurrrprrrise. Don’t bug me anymore or you get nothing.”

Aidan wasn’t stoned enough to not notice Harrison’s odd behavior. Harrison’s endless dopey smile, the blank stare in his eyes, his fading in and out and not really being able to put together a sentence. Of course, this didn’t worry Aidan too much because he had other plans.

“Fuck, Harrrrry! I just can’t resist your sweet ffffface,” Aidan purred as he rubbed his hands over Harrison’s sweaty body, “I just want…want…want to kiss you after I do horrible things to you.”

Harrison mumbled something incoherent. He was completely wasted. This was the first time he was doing these hard drugs on his own and not someplace where others knew what to do. He was able to grab Aidan by his hair, but wasn’t able to pull him down. Aidan leaned down and kissed him. 

Aidan had been going through a lot of complicated thoughts in his head. He wanted to be with Jack. He didn’t want Harrison to be in his way. As of late, he’d been angrier and meaner to everyone around him. He was realizing that he had it in him to be pretty violent and do some very bad things. There were times that he really wanted to hurt Harrison. Fortunately, this wasn’t one of them. Aidan’s state of mind at that moment was merry and chipper. The party atmosphere with people he genuinely liked had him in a good mood.

They both stayed quiet for what seemed like an eternity, staring at each other, neither of them really able to focus very well. They were in an awkward position with Harrison hanging back over the arm of the chair, Aidan sort of leaning on his side almost face to face with him. Aidan was holding one of his legs up so CJ could get to his asshole and devour it in anticipation of something more. 

Suddenly, it was as if something suddenly came over Aidan. He pushed CJ away and jumped onto Harrison, straddling him. He started kissing his cheeks, his lips and his neck. He stuffed his hand down his pjs and started stroking his soft dick. Harrison moaned and pushed back softly with his right hand but didn’t have enough energy to push the stronger Aidan away. Feeling left out, CJ climbed up on the couch and leaned into Harrison’s face, kissing him. Aidan grabbed CJ by his hair and drew him in for a rough kiss. He then let go and went back to Harrison. CJ just laid there, whimpering with a sad look on his face and a stiff cock. He was so worked up, he had no idea what to do with himself. 

Finally, Aidan jumped up and pulled his skirt off, then he ripped Harrison’s pjs off, lifting his legs in the air. He pushed Harrison’s legs back and stuffed all of his limp cock in his mouth. There was no way Harrison was getting hard, but Aidan slurped on his flaccid cock anyway. After he had enough of that, Aidan pushed Harrison’s legs up even further and buried his face in his ass. CJ took the opportunity to slip Harrison’s soft, wet cock into his mouth. 

Harrison was getting more and more aroused by Aidan’s actions and was finally able to muster up a few intelligible words, “I want you inside of meeeee…” he said with a mischievous look in his eyes. He faded back into a fog and showed off an even bigger, dopey smile and giggled. His dick managed to get a little blood flow into it, but it was still just a soft chubby.

Manhandling him, Aidan pulled Harrison up and turned him so that he could see his boy’s delicious ass throbbing with anticipation, all puckered up and ready for Aidan’s hard dripping cock. Seeing that CJ was in a good position, Aidan adjusted Harrison, so that his face was in CJ’s crotch. CJ pushed his hard cock into Harrison’s mouth and started to pump it in and out. Harrison just drooled, unable to do much else. 

Aidan grabbed Harrison’s cheeks and spread them gently, he drooled a decent gob of spit down onto his hole and then some on his tool, “are you ready?” he asked, not really caring what the answer was. Grabbing Harrison by his hip bones Aidan started pushing his dick into his ass. 

“Oh!” Harrison yelped as Aidan’s thick head went into him. 

“Oh fuck yeah!” Aidan snapped back at him as he slowly pushed his long, thick monster into Harrison’s heavily battered hole. Aidan was enjoying the feeling of his cock sliding in slowly instead of the usual brute force he usually used. The feelings of power and domination were creeping up, barely being able to control himself, he slowly pulled and pushed his dick in and out of Harrison’s sloppy hole. Harrison had become such a slut that his hole was barely tight, if at all and the drugs had him so relaxed, he couldn't tighten anyway if he tried. Aidan kept on an even and gentle pace until he couldn’t control himself anymore. 

Filled with a mix of passion and aggression, Aidan gave Harrison all he had, making Harrison intermittently moan from the pain and pleasure. CJ took full advantage of Harrison’s relaxed throat and fucked his face with a similar intensity. Harrison was getting spitroasted by two of his best friends and he was in no condition to truly enjoy it. He probably wouldn’t even remember it the next day. 

Harrison started to grunt and bark as Aidan pummeled him from behind with CJ in the front. It seemed to take all of his energy to weakly yell out, “fuck me hard!!!” Aidan pulled Harrison up and then flipped him over, dropping him right on top of CJ. He shoved his cock into Harrison’s ass and pounded at him some more, then he pushed Harrison up a bit and surprised CJ by pulling out of Harrison and suddenly invading his hole. Aidan clumsily alternated between Harrison and CJ, occasionally slipping and falling on them, or just unable to hit his target. No matter, he held Harrison’s arms against the back of the couch, pressing down on CJ, making it impossible for him to do anything but accept Aidan’s assault. He wasn’t going to complain, he was getting fucked just as hard as Harrison.

Looking down at Harrison’s soft lips all listless and drooling, Aidan leaned forward and immediately put his tongue into his mouth. He massaged the inside of Harrison’s mouth and bit his lips a bit. He was becoming frustrated that Harrison wasn’t kissing back like he normally would. Out of nowhere, Harrison said, “I love you” pulling away from their kiss.

Ignoring Harrison’s stupefied declaration, Aidan just pounded at him harder. He was starting to feel the tension build and knew he was going to cum. Still annoyed at Harrison’s lifelessness, he pulled out and shoved him aside. With clear access to CJ, Aidan thrust his cock into him and fucked him with even more vigor that he did before. As he was railing CJ as hard as he could, Aidan leaned down and kissed him. CJ grabbed Aidan around his neck and held him close and tight, giving Aidan the reciprocation he so desperately wanted. 

After several harsh, rough thrusts, Aidan blasted a massive load of cum into CJ’s ass. Once he filled the boy’s gut with his juices, he pushed against him and launched himself up. He stood over CJ and Harrison for a moment and then started to walk away.

“Hey! Where are you going? Please don’t go!” CJ begged.

“Going to ssseeee...who I'm gonna fuck next.” snapped Aidan, not even looking back.

“Harry! Come on! Wake up! I don’t want to be alone out here.” CJ said to Harrison as he gently smacked his face. “I hope you’re ok. Please wake and hang with me. Harry!”

Getting no response, CJ laid Harrison out on the couch and then snuggled alongside him. While Harrison was blacked out, mild paranoia was setting in for CJ. He wrapped his arms around Harrison and eventually fell asleep.

***

Dillon was lying on the kitchen floor. They had finally gotten some actual lube to work with. Jack had just fisted Dillon for a while and now they were switching it up again. Dillon held his arm up and Jack was riding it, bouncing up and down on one arm, then moving over to the other. Jack would lower himself all the way down and then Dillon would suck his cock as he wriggled his hands inside Jack’s gut. They had been fisting each other for hours.

“Jack, just hover over me for a bit. Let me just look at this beautiful cunt of yours."

Hearing Dillon talk like that was not only surprising to Jack, it was arousing. All night he’d been wondering where all this was coming from. It wasn’t typical Dillon. As he squatted over Dillon’s face, Jack could feel him poking and prodding his ass and then using both of his hands to spread his ass cheeks wide.

"Damn, Jack. Your asshole has been fucked and fisted so much, the shape of it is so different. It’s like a deep trench surrounded by swollen, distended ass lips that actually look like cunt lips. Fuck. It’s such a beautifully sloppy gash always ready for use. It has gotten so much bigger and more needy than when we first started playing. Your asshole gives away exactly the kind of slut you really are!”

“We’ve known each other for decades. Of course things look different. I didn’t know I was getting reviewed here. Can I move, I can’t stay like this much longer.”

“Just a little longer, Jack. Come on. Play along. This is fun. Push it out for me, Jack, show me your rosebud." Jack gently pushed and soon his bud was out in all its glory. “God damn, Jack. That is really impressive. Damn.”

Before he could say a word, Dillon pulled Jack down and began rimming his hole. Jack moaned as he felt Dillon’s tongue sucking and licking and burying itself deep inside him, way deeper than he did before. "Mmmmm, Jack. That's a sweet hole, way better than when we first met.” Jack just groaned his approval, relaxing and lying on top of Dillon. He took Dillon’s cock in his mouth and started bobbing up and down on it.

Having had enough of eating Jack’s hole, Dillon pushed on him and nudged him onto all fours. He slathered his hands and arms with lube and sat behind Jack, ready to work his ass some more. Dillon was finding a new-found appreciation for Jack’s cunt. He hadn’t been with Jack like this in a long time. He got right back into diving deep into the tunnel in front of him. He was constantly firm and yet gentle at the same time. Jack was loving the feeling of Dillon’s fists inside of him, amazed they’d gone so long without doing this.

Dillon’s hairy forearms kept disappearing into Jack’s ass, one at a time. His dick was rock hard the entire time he was fisting Jack, as was Jack’s little member. Jack lost track of time and space as his longtime friend and confidant’s fists continually ravaged his hole. By now Dillon had returned to using both his hands, swapping from one to the other, continually stretching Jack out. Just when Jack would get used to the motion of his fists, Dillon would change the direction or angle of attack. The only pauses were for the occasional dunking of his hands in the seemingly inexhaustible supply of lube Jack always had on hand. 

While Dillon was invading Jack’s ass, Charlie found himself feeling sleepy. He made the mistake earlier of popping another edible and was ready to pass out. He wandered off to another bedroom, stopping by the kitchen doorway to watch Dillon and Jack for a moment. Once he got comfortable under the covers, he fell asleep. 

Over by the couches, another intense fisting session was happening. Samuel was fervently fisting Finn, who had never experienced a fisting top as skilled as Samuel was. Chandler had fisted him before, but it was never like this. Finn was completely mesmerized by Samuel’s talents and didn’t want to do anything else. Samuel, who was obsessed with fisting, was more than happy to fist Finn as long as he could handle it. He was doing things to Finn that made him wild. Finn had never been fisted as deep as Samuel was getting and he was still going deeper and wider. 

“Hey, Redwood, I’m gonna wander. You look like you’re having lots of fun. Keep at it.”

“Thanks, Boss. I love you…”

Samuel just nodded at Chandler, happy that he was letting him go at his boy this way. 

Chandler was in a mood of his own. He was fine leaving Finn with Samuel. He had gotten bored with them and Charlie anyway and he wanted something more. He wandered around the apartment, looking out onto the balcony, he saw Aidan abusing Harrison and CJ and wasn’t interested in getting involved with that. The other couples had moved behind closed doors in other rooms, which made it clear he wasn’t welcome with them - not that he wanted to anyway. With Charlie passed out, Chandler resigned himself to just chilling out alone. He heard Jack and Dillon in the kitchen and peeked in. The sight of Dillon fisting Jack made him instantly hard. He grabbed a bottle of champagne and sat on the floor, in the dark, at the end of the hallway, with Jack and Dillon in view.

Chandler idolized Jack, but even after more than a year of knowing him, he’d never gotten up the nerve to really talk with him - or to do what he really wanted to do, fuck him. He sat quietly, watching the action, stroking his cock and fantasizing about him being the one fisting Jack. This was a perfect opportunity to get with Jack, but he was still too nervous to do anything.

Aidan came in from the balcony, walking through the mess Justin and Liam had made, and then past Samuel fisting Finn. He thought about jumping in, but they looked like they were very into each other. So, after watching them for a few minutes, he grabbed a drink. That’s when he noticed Chandler. Aidan was still coaching Chandler to be the alpha he was and trying to get him to be more sexually adventurous. Chandler was a basic top. He fucked, he got sucked, he made out. That was about it until fisting became a thing for Finn, thanks to Harrison. He and Finn were experimenting with fisting, but Chandler hadn’t fully embraced it yet.

When he spotted Chandler, Aidan thought about grabbing him and dragging him somewhere to fuck him, something he really wanted to do, but Chandler resisted. Since Chandler was strong enough to fight back, Aidan opted to just go sit next to him and harass him. He startled Chandler when he sat down on the floor next to him. He noticed what Chandler was so fixated on.

“Look at you being a fucking perv watching your idol get his ass reamed.”

“Holy shit! Where the fuck did you come from?”

“I just finished fucking Harrison and CJ out on the balcony and now I’m looking for another hole to fill. If you weren’t such a fucking baby, it could be yours.”

“Whatever dude. If you want, I’ll fuck you.”

“Do you really want to fuck me? Or are you watching Jack and thinking about fucking him?”

“Fuck off Aidan! I really want to fuck the hell out of Jack. I want to do everything to him!”

“Well, first off you fucking brat, you still don’t even know what ‘everything’ is. You’re probably not any fucking good at it anyway. Secondly. He’s right fucking there. Go over there and fuck him. Dillon won’t care.”

“I can’t do that. I just can’t.”

Dillon was like a machine, seemingly able to go on forever. Jack just took it like the pro he was. They could do this for hours more. “Damn, I didn’t know quiet little Dillon had it in him. He’s a fucking beast.” Aidan remarked.

“Fuck! I’ve never seen so much fisting before. They make it look so fucking easy!”

“It is fucking easy if you make the effort. Your boy is in heaven right now. You need to learn how to please him like that.”

“I fucking please him fine.”

“Not like that little dork is pleasing him right now.”

They sat quietly for several minutes, both slowly pawing at their cock. Aidan couldn’t take his eyes off Dillon. Ever since they hooked up in DC more than a year ago, he developed a bit of a crush on him. He checked off a lot of boxes for him - handsome, older, successful, bottom, horny. He also checked some boxes that Aidan wasn’t necessarily into - he was a kind of hairy otter, he didn’t like rough sex, he wasn’t into Aidan’s extreme promiscuity. Regardless, Aidan still liked Dillon and it seemed like Dillon liked Aidan. Of course, Aidan was still in love with Jack and trying desperately to make a relationship with him happen, even if it was with Harrison. 

Figuring this might be a good time to hang with Dillon, Aidan started plotting his next move. He was tired from his session with Harrison and CJ and wasn’t in the mood for anything rough. They were both drunk or high enough to possibly hook up and not get hung up on any issues. He’d also be doing Chandler a favor by getting Dillon away from Jack.

“Ya know, since you are the second hottest fuck in the apartment, I’m gonna do you a fucking favor. And you’re gonna owe me big time.”

“Wait, what? What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to distract Dillon and take him away. That will leave you alone with Jack. Don’t waste this opportunity, young Jedi! Alphas like us don’t fucking wuss out like pussy boys. We get what we fucking want.”

“I don’t know, Aidan. I’m kinda drunk. I’m a fucking mess…”

“Shut the fuck up and follow me.” Aidan grabbed Chandler’s arm and pulled him up. They walked over to the doorway of the kitchen, still unnoticed by Jack and Dillon. Aidan pushed Chandler against the wall and started making out with him, grabbing his cock and groping at him. He pushed him along the wall until Chandler fell backward into the kitchen, catching himself before he landed on Dillon. 

“Oh shit! Fuck! Sorry boys.” Aidan said cavalierly as he pulled Chandler back toward him, wrapping his arm around him.

“Jesus, Aidan!” Dillon snapped.

As they both stood up, Jack added, “that could have been a disaster. You gotta be careful for fuck’s sake!”

“Oh yeah! Dillon might have been swallowed up by your cavernous ass!” Aidan said as they all laughed.

Now, the four of them were standing in a circle. Aidan was closest to Dillon and Chandler was next to Jack. Aidan nudged Chandler into Jack and reached for a hug from Dillon. “Hey, I’m sorry. You should let me make it up to you.”

“You’re not interested in the boy anymore?”

“This boy? He has other things on his mind. Or maybe we could all have some fun?”

“You know what, you kids all sort it out. I think I need a little break anyway. Dillon has been relentless.” Jack said with a devilish grin. “I’m going to grab a bottle of something, go get cleaned up and chill for a bit. I’ll come looking for you later.” Jack turned to walk away.

Aidan glared at Chandler, who was just standing there, looking helpless. He pushed him towards Jack and mouthed, ‘Go! Now!’ Dillon was starting to figure out what this ruse was all about and smiled.

“Uh, Jack, could, um…do you…um…maybe…” Chandler stammered.

“Sure, Chandler, I’d love for you to join me.” Jack said, saving the boy from any further embarrassment.

Chandler smiled at Aidan and said thank you as he turned to follow Jack to the bar.

“See? You can be so nice sometimes.” Dillon said as he ruffled Aidan’s hair. “Why do you insist on being such a dick all the time?”

“Yeah, the kid needed a boost he’s been fucking obsessed with Jack forever. And hey! I’m not a dick all the time!”

“Sure, big boy, sure. So, you two interrupted a fun time and I’m still very fucking horny. If you promise to be nice, I’ll let you do something about it. We should go find someplace to hang out.” Dillon whispered as he ran a finger down Aidan’s chest. “Though I probably should wash Jack off of me first.”

“Go clean up and meet me in the study. It’s cozy in there.”

***

Justin had his own room at Jack’s Chicago apartment and that is where he and Liam retreated. They rolled around in bed, making out and feeling each other up.

Justin finally had a partner who didn’t just take it, he fought back. He didn’t realize until Liam returned how much he liked having someone who could dish out as much as he took. Violence fueled by passion was the basis of their renewed relationship, though they weren’t always that way.

“That was fucking crazy.” Justin said breathlessly.

“Um, yeah, big boy. You really went at me hard. I fucking loved it.” Liam responded, blowing away smoke from his just lit cigarette.

“I think you let me win. You wanted my fucking beast to tear you up.”

“You’re such a pathetic cunt. You can’t even own it when you beat my ass. I don’t give in. Not like you do. You can’t get enough of me fucking you. What a fucking pussy bottom you’ve become.”

“I should fucking deck you. Buuuuuuut…when you’re right…”

“Of course I’m right. I’m fucking smarter than you.”

“Jack is going to be so pissed that we wrecked his fucking mid-century furniture.”

“He’s a fucking billionaire. He can buy more.” 

“So, are you gonna fuck me now, or what?”

Skinny, wiry little Liam climbing behind Justin and lifting his huge legs up looked like an impossible sight. He took a long drag off the cigarette hanging from his mouth, blowing smoke in Justin’s face, knowing full well he hated that. He took another long drag, then tossed it in Justin’s cocktail on the nightstand. He grinned at Justin and then slid his cock in with a long, continuous thrust. Even though he was getting fucked regularly, it was still pleasure and pain all at the same time. 

Liam couldn't help himself, being inside of Justin made him wild with lust. He started fucking the hell out of Justin, pistoning in and out of him like a machine, gritting his teeth as he went harder and deeper. Liam held one hand on Justin’s mouth and the other around his neck, gently squeezing his throat. It actually hurt each time Liam’s cock hit the deepest point, but Justin didn't care. He was being fucked raw by the boy he loved and wanted more than anything. Being with Liam again was even better than anything he could have ever dreamed of. 

"DON'T STOP FUCKING ME!" Justin shouted. 

“Seriously cunt? I have no plans on stopping anytime soon.” Liam was just getting started. Seeing Justin’s pretty face, alternately wincing in pain and glowing with pleasure, just pushed Liam to go harder. He was in full rage mode, letting his passion consume him. When Liam thrust his cock faster, Justin was certain his hole was being wrecked.  

Aggressively thrusting into Justin, harder than ever, now holding tightly onto his shoulders, Liam’s fucking had become almost animalistic. He was panting and drooling, even growling. He kept going deeper and deeper until Justin’s ass seemed to resist any further penetration. 

“Liam…please…” Justin whined, getting weak from this abuse. The long night, the drinking, the wild fucking, it was all catching up to him. He could barely keep himself together.

“You want me to stop?” Liam said, holding his cock right at Justin’s hole.

"Oh fuck. FUCK! NO! DON’T STOP!” Justin shouted out. He was losing control too. He always lost control when Liam fucked him. “Please don't do this to me," he cried out. As Liam slowed down, he shouted again, “no…don’t pull out. I need it in me. Keep fucking me, you mother fucker!” Liam shook his head and went back to his aggressive pounding. 

On and on Liam went with fierce determination. Justin stared at Liam, encouraging him to fuck him harder and harder. Suddenly, he felt Liam slow down and tense up. By this time any pain he might have been feeling seemed to have gone away. Justin felt like he’d been fucked numb. It didn't matter anyway, he realized how much he was actually enjoying this. Liam snarled, tightening his grip on Justin’s legs and bucked his hips. He blasted a thick load of sticky cum deep into Justin. With a loud grunt, Justin shot his load all over Liam’s chest and face.

“Aw man, Justy. I love, love, love fucking you!”

“Oooh, such brilliant words from the best selling author!”

Liam smacked Justin in the face and rolled over next to him. “God, I fucking love you.”

“How could you not?” Justin covered his face to avoid another smack. “I am so happy you found me. I didn’t realize just how much I was in love with you. And I really fucking love you.”

“I love hearing that. So, when are we gonna make this official? Or are we just going to be fuck buddies who love each other?”

“Dude. Seriously? I’m working on it. I will see Calista this week so we can put an end to that. We’re pretty fucking official anyway.”

“I’ll fucking decide when it’s official and that ain’t happening until there isn’t another person in the mix.”

“Don’t be so paranoid.”

“Oh, fuck you. I’ll be fully fucking confident when I have a god damned ring on my finger.”

“Wow, you really are pushing this marriage thing.”

“I absofuckinglutely am. I will until you make it fucking happen.”

***

Garrett and Blaze stumbled into one of the guest bedrooms. Naked and slick with sweat and lube, they collapsed onto the bed, kissing and fondling each other. They buried themselves under the covers of the plush bed, enjoying the comfort they felt in each other's arms. Having been through what they have in their lives, being able to be held like this is especially meaningful. 

"You really took control in there, Sir."

"Those kids need some fucking direction. If I didn't drive them, they'd be sucking each other off for hours."

"You were so fucking passive in being so fucking aggressive. They had no idea you were controlling them. That's so fucking hot."

"What is fucking hot is how you handle a set of fists. You really are a Jack Holden clone."

"What can I say, he's a good role model. That Samuel kid is a fucking pro. Damn." 

As they relived the wild moments they just had over the last few hours, basically a small orgy with a bunch of insatiable, horny boys. Blaze's body was still tingling from the raw intensity of being fisted by both Garrett and Samuel, his mind reeling with a hunger for more.

“Oh, just one sec…” Garrett jumped out of bed and ran out of the room. He came back quickly with his keys in his hand. “I think we need to set you free for a little while.”

With a loud sigh of relief, Blaze was happy that Garrett was taking his cage off. “Oh my god. Thank you Sir. Thank you. Fuck. Damn. Oh, that feels so good.”

“Ah, one more thing!” Garrett ran to the bathroom this time. He came back with a bottle of lotion. He squirted some in his hand and gently rubbed it on Blaze’s growing cock.

“Thank you, Sir.” Blaze whispered, leaning into Garrett and kissing him.

More and more, Garrett and Blaze seemed to find the opportunity to just be alone together. Despite the fleeting pleasures they just experienced with the boys in the other room, or that they have at BDSM events or with occasional hook ups, they are finding that simply being alone together is what they need most. Blaze is consumed by his intense love for Garrett, as Garrett is for Blaze. For now, Blaze just wants to please Garrett, not just for physical gratification, but as a symbol of their emotional bond. Nothing makes him happier than seeing Garrett's face light up with happiness.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Blaze asked Garrett, who was suddenly quiet. He had broken away from their embrace and just looked off into space.

"Me? Nothing. Nothing at all, boy. Everything is just fucking perfect."

"Is this your fucking annoying sarcasm coming out or do you really mean that?"

"I mean it. I can't fucking believe where I am right now. I don't mean this room, but where I am in my fucking life. Fuck, I thought it was over so many times. Then you came and found me. You amazing mother fucker."

With a huge smile and a few tears, Blaze leaned over and kissed Garrett. The deep kiss quickly became much more. They broke their kiss and Blaze looked right into Garrett's brown eyes staring back at him. That was it. Nothing could stop him now. He gripped Garrett by the waist and pulled him towards him, climbing on top of him. They kissed again, it was explosive, their lips locked together.

They clutched each other, body against body, playfully fighting for dominance, though Garrett knew he was going to relent and let Blaze have him. Garrett ran his hands down Blaze’s body, then back up again, wanting to feel every inch of his boy. He wanted to explore Blaze’s perfect body with his mouth and tongue, but this wasn't where Blaze was taking things. 

Blaze pulled Garrett's body up under him as he pushed his recently freed cock against Garrett's tight hole and then sank into him. "Oh fucking shit!" Garrett screeched as Blaze thrust inside him again and again. Garrett trembled with pleasure as his boy fucked him with every bit of passion he had in him. 

They kissed again, their sweaty bodies pressed together. Garrett swept his hands down Blaze’s skin, taking in every inch of his tight muscular body with not an ounce of fat on it. Garrett was crazed touching that smooth flesh, feeling those perfectly defined muscles flex as Blaze rhythmically pounded away at Garrett's ass. He then pulled himself out and shot a devilish smile down at Garrett.

"What are you up to, boy?" 

Without giving Garrett a moment to catch his breath, Blaze grabbed him and flipped him over. He pulled his ass up and dug his tongue between Garrett’s ass cheeks, expressing everything he felt for his man in the way he made out with his sphincter. “Holy fuck!” Garrett cried out, pulling a leg under him to give Blaze better access. “I fucking love when you do this.” Blaze loved hearing Garrett whining and moaning, he loved that he was the one who was making his tough Sir lose it. 

He quickened the motion of his tongue, really going to town on Garrett’s ass. Garrett pounded the bed, burying his face in the pillow and groaned. “God, please don’t stop.” was his muffled plea. Blaze shifted up so he was now lying on top of Garrett. He whispered in his ear, “I'm sorry, Sir. I have to stop so I can fuck you into next fucking week.”  

“Damn, boy. You are lucky I'm a forgiving Master.” Garrett said as he reached behind him and smacked Blaze’s ass. 

“I expect to be punished, Sir. This kind of behavior," Blazed paused his words, then rammed his cock deep into Garrett's ass, "is completely...un...accept...able!" Blaze pounded Garrett's ass harshly with each of those last few words. 

As Blaze continued his firm, but passionate pounding, Garrett looked back over his shoulder. “Kiss me, boy. Kiss me,” he whispered. It was a sloppy, messy tongue and wet lips kind of kiss in the contorted position of turning his head while getting fucked from behind. 

“Oh god, Blaze! I’m gonna fucking bust a nut here.” Garrett gasped. 

“Do it.” Blaze replied with a low, lusty voice, "that doesn't mean I'm going to stop...Sir."

They both groaned in unison as Garrett pumped his load into the bed. Blaze was unrelenting, sinking his rod in deeper and pulling back, trying to drag this out as long as he could. He plunged into his Master with punishing motions, over and over. Garrett met his every thrust, head down, hands pulling on the bed sheets, shoving his ass into Blaze’s movements.  

Blaze bucked his hips faster, pounding into Garrett harder. Blaze kept on thrusting, deeper, harder. Garrett was feeling an almost pleasant agony, still being railed after he just came. Finally, Blaze's orgasm crashed into Garrett like a tsunami pounding the shore. It was the first time in a week that he was allowed to cum. He threw his head back and growled, pumping what seemed like gallons of semen into Garrett.  

When the flow of cum finally stopped, Blaze collapsed onto Garrett, both of them exhausted. The smell of sex and sweat permeated the air. Blaze grinned, lightly kissing Garrett’s shoulder.  

"I love you so fucking much," Blaze panted.

"I love you too, Blaze. So fucking much."

They lay there for a while, their bodies stuck together, their rapid breathing the only sound in the room. They would soon be sound asleep.