I slept in the congressman’s bed that night. His memory foam mattress and silk sheets were a hell of a lot more comfortable than the twin bed in his daughter’s room, and now that I wasn’t going out of my mind with sexual frustration, I slept like a baby.
When I awoke in the morning, it was to the feeling of something wet and soft underneath my balls. I was on my stomach, my arm under the pillow. Before I even opened my eyes, I let out a moan, reaching back to feel the congressman’s head buried between my ass cheeks. He must have slipped under the covers, prying me open to taste me while I slept. His tongue felt thick and strong. The way he wiggled it inside me gave me shivers.
“Ohhhhh, sir,” I moaned. “Ye-yeah.. Oh, that’s so nice.”
He nibbled the skin around my hole and gave my ass a squeeze. “I could eat this pussy all day.”
The congressman tore the sheet off his head and slid until his body covered mine. “You’re my boy, you know that?” he whispered in my ear.
I nodded because, whether I liked it or not, it was true. Whatever my sexuality, whether I was straight and confused or a bona fide queer, I was his from the second I let him bum me. That was the unspoken rule we all knew about guys who let other guys fuck them up the ass. He’d dominated me, he’d won, and now I was his to do with what he pleased.
“Are you sore?” he whispered in my ear.
His spit-covered fingers inspected my hole, testing my looseness. I had a feeling the end result would be the same no matter what I said.
“A little.”
He kissed my neck. “You were so good last night. The best sex of my life.”
I turned my head, my eyes wide. “Really?”
He laughed. “Don’t sound so surprised. You’re fucking sexy, and you have an ass that was made to get fucked. It’s a crime you went this long without anyone digging around in there.”
“I’d never done anything like that before.”
He turned my head toward him and kissed me gently on the lips. “I know, baby. You just needed a push in the right direction, that’s all. You need a man to take care of you.”
The words were demeaning, but true. I’d never even known it was possible to have someone else controlling my life, deciding what I did, what I wore, who I had sex with. It was scary, but somehow freeing, too. As much as I may have detested the congressman at times, I found I liked giving up control.
Adrian rubbed his nose against my neck and grunted. “I need to feel you on my dick now, sweetheart. Can you handle me again?”
Without waiting for me to answer, he lifted my cheek and started sliding inside me. I winced from the slight stinging sensation that came from my well-fucked hole, but he continued anyway until he was docked inside me once more.
“God, you’re still so tight,” he said. “I need to breed you.”
I turned my head into the pillow and bit down, trying to push past the pain to the pleasure I knew waited on the other side.
The congressman must have been in a giving mood, because he was slow and gentle as he worked his cock inside me again. I was grateful to have a minute to adjust before he started to really fuck me. Still, his generosity only went so far. After a minute or so of gentle jabs, his thrusts grew longer and rougher. He grabbed the straps of my jockstrap like the reins of a horse and held me still as he fucked my ass.
It started feeling good again, and, now that I was used to it, the feeling of my cock straining in my cage was less uncomfortable this time around. I raised my hips to allow him deeper access inside me, eager to feel him rub up against whatever spot it was that made me see stars the night before.
“I wish you could see how fucking hot your ass looks like this,” he said, giving me a rough spank. “It’s so goddamn big and juicy. So sexy wrapped around my dick.”
I believed him. My ass had been something of a running joke in the locker room growing up. It had always made me a bit self-conscious, but with the congressman, it felt like a superpower. It may have been demeaning, but it was nice feeling sexy for once.
He spanked me again, and his next thrust hit a spot in me that sent electric shocks through my body.
“Oh, FUCK!”
He leaned in, his lips an inch from my ear. “Found your spot, didn’t I?”
“Don’t stop, sir,” I moaned into the pillow. “Please!”
To my chagrin, the prick started slowing down.
“What’s that? You want me to stop?”
I turned my head so he could hear me. “No! Please keep going.”
He frowned. “I’m confused. What exactly is it you want me to do?”
My stomach twisted. He knew exactly what he was doing, making me complicit in my own unmanning. He wouldn’t let me feel pleasure until I’d made a bitch out of myself for him.
That was a trade I was willing to make.
“Please, fuck my ass, sir,” I whined.
He gave another thrust, burying himself to the balls. “Fuck your what?”
God, he was such an asshole. But he felt too good to let my dignity get in the way.
“My pussy,” I said, defeated. “Fuck my pussy.”
He grinned triumphantly. “Why didn’t you say so?”
He grabbed my hips and started longdicking me, the head of his cock rubbing against that delicious bump inside me. I buried my head into the pillow again and shut out the rest of the world, focusing solely on his dick in my ass. The pleasure was so overwhelming I couldn’t believe it. I knew sex was supposed to be amazing, but this was another level. And it all came from having a guy’s rod inside my asshole. Humiliating, but worth every ounce of embarrassment.
“Do you want daddy to breed you again?” he said gruffly, flicking my jockstrap to make a loud THWACK sound.
“Y-yes, daddy,” I moaned.
“You gonna cream your little cage?”
“Fuck! Yes, sir!”
He wrapped his arms around my torso and crushed me into the bed. “That’s right, you little faggot. Take my dick. Thank me for my seed. AGH!”
He buried himself into me, and I could feel his cock throbbing as he fired off jets of sticky cum deep in my ass.
“Thank you, sir! Thank… ohh…”
Without warning, my caged cock gave a few jumps, and I felt wetness underneath me. He had done it again–made me cum without even touching me.
God, I really was a faggot.
He stayed inside me for a few minutes, breathing heavily in my ear as his sweaty, hairy body rested on top of me. I didn’t move–I was also kinda enjoying the post-orgasmic haze. Little moments like these, when I wasn’t worrying about my masculinity or my failure as a man, felt like a reprieve. All I could feel was a pleasant ache in my ass and a sweet, sweet fullness.
Finally, Congressman Adrian kissed my neck, then rolled off of me. His cock popped out of my ass, but since I was on my stomach, his seed stayed inside.
“Boy, am I glad I hired you,” he said dazedly.
I didn’t love hearing that. It made me feel like a sex worker. Although I supposed, since he was my employer and sexual service seemed to be a condition of my employment, I was, in a way. Jesus Christ, how did I get here?
Those thoughts quickly fled as he pulled me into an embrace. He held my head against his chest, his warm hair like a comforting blanket. Despite my lingering discomfort with affection with a man, I cuddled up to him, rubbing my cheek against his hairy chest. I could smell his scent so strongly now, his masculine odor overpowering my nose. Despite being a guy who apparently fucked dudes, it was abundantly clear that the congressman was still a man. He was the one in control, the one doing the fucking.
I wondered what that made me.
After a few minutes of lying there, he let out a sigh. “I should probably get going. I’m checking a bag, so I gotta be there early.”
He made to leave, but to both of our surprise, I held him back.
“You’re leaving?” I said meekly.
“Of course. I’m headed back to my wife for the weekend, remember?”
“Oh,” I said, frowning. Truth be told. I’d been so knocked off-kilter by the mindblowing sex that I’d forgotten. In fact, part of me had been looking forward to a weekend of getting fucked, sore as I was.
“Aw, don’t look so sad,” he said, pinching my cheek like a little kid. “I’ll be back tomorrow night.”
He grabbed my hand and pulled it down to his crotch. My fingers wrapped around his dick, leaving me in awe of how thick he was even flaccid.
“He’ll be thinking of you while I’m gone,” he said.
His cock jumped in my hand. It made my mouth wet.
“Do you have to go right this second?” I asked, hating how needy I sounded.
He grinned smugly. “You want a quickie before daddy leaves?”
God, I fucking hated myself for nodding at that. And I hated how, as he knelt over me and shoved his growing cock in my face, I took him in my mouth without a second thought.
He facefucked me for a few minutes while I held him by his round, hairy ass. I was starting to really enjoy blowing him, swirling my tongue around his foreskin and exploring the head of his dick. He was so thick, it was tricky to work out how to breathe around him, but I figured it out quickly enough.
“Baby, you’re such a good cocksucker,” he moaned, grabbing the back of my head and thrusting into my throat.
I felt pride and disgust in equal measure hearing that. But even if I wasn’t yet ready to take on the mantle of prized cocksucker, I swallowed his load all the same.
I had hoped he might play with my hole and make me cum again, but he just patted me on the cheek and said “Good boy,” then walked into his closet to dress. He did, however, give me another fistful of $100 bills, which he called a “bonus” but made me feel like a whore.
I must have fallen back asleep after the congressman left, because the next thing I knew, I was waking up to the sound of my phone ringing.
Groggy and with a sore ass, I threw off the sweaty sheets and grabbed my phone from the nightstand. The sight of Ashley’s name made me groan. She was the last person I wanted to talk to. I was about to decline the call when I remembered the congressman’s words. If I wanted to succeed in politics, I needed a woman on my arm. Especially if I was fucking dudes on the side, which I suppose now I was.
“Hello?” I said groggily.
“Now, you answer?” Her voice was somehow shrill, angry, and relieved all at once. “What the hell, Scott? How can you just ghost me for a week? I thought you were dead or something.”
Nope, just didn’t want anything to do with a lying whore who fucks her boss, I wanted to say. Though I suppose we were equal in that regard now.
“I’m sorry, babe. Work has been crazy.”
“You expect me to believe that the congressman has kept you so busy you don’t even have time to call me back?”
I sighed. She wasn’t going to make this easy.
“You’re right. I fucked up. Can I take you to lunch and apologize?”
“Lunch? It’s three o’clock in the afternoon.”
Oh shit. I really had been out of it.
“Dinner then. How about we go to L’Ardente?”
I knew that would shut her up. She was a sucker for fine dining.
The line was silent for a second as she pretended to think about it. “All right. I guess we can talk about how you’ll make it up to me.”
“I’ll meet you there at eight.”
I hung up, my legs wobbling as I got to my feet. I guess it was true what they say about getting fucked up the ass–it does make you walk funny after. I decided to use the congressman’s bathroom to shower and get ready, figuring it was the least I was owed after what I let him do to me the night before.
As much as I tried to forget it, the sheer amount of cum that came out of me was a painful reminder of last night’s debauchery. Luckily, I had his fancy Lattimore shower head to wash away the rest. In fact, it wasn’t until I was lathering my body in soap that I realized I was still wearing the cock cage.
“Fuck.”
I looked down at it under the water, my dick limp and small beneath the pink plastic. With the congressman gone until tomorrow night, the cage would stay on until then. Since the only way I seemed to be able to cum was with his dick up my ass, it meant I would go at least another two days without cumming.
Surprisingly, it didn’t feel as claustrophobic as it had the day before. I guess getting to cum last night and this morning had taken a bit of the edge off. And I’d cum without even using my dick, which opened up a whole new avenue for me. If I had to leave it on for now, I supposed it wasn’t the end of the world.
After drying off, I headed to the pink princess room to get dressed for the day. To my dismay, I couldn’t find any of my old clothes, even though I swore I’d remembered bringing them over from my apartment. All I had was the stuff Julien had given me, which was all a little flashy and revealing for a dinner with your girlfriend. With no other options, I decided to try to find the most heterosexual outfit I could for the day. I’d forgotten just how many crop tops and mesh shirts Julian had made me try on. It seemed like every other outfit was either see-through, skin-tight, or cut off at my belly button. I would have just thrown on one of the muscle tanks and a pair of too-tight shorts, but this place was too fancy for anything that casual.
In the end, I decided on a long-sleeve black mesh shirt that was subtle enough not to look see-through if you didn’t stare too long. I paired it with a pair of ultra-tight leather pants (the only thing I had that matched) and headed downstairs to catch the train to the restaurant.
I was about to leave when I remembered something I’d seen in the front hall closet. I opened it and, to my relief, saw several cashmere sweaters hanging in the back. Hoping the congressman wouldn’t mind me taking one, I grabbed a black sweater and pulled it on over the mesh shirt. Now that I felt sufficiently covered up, I left with a bit of a spring in my step.
The second I stepped out of the apartment, I spotted Adrian’s driver standing outside his car, leaning on the hood.
“Good evening,” I said, resisting the urge to unstick my balls from inside these leather pants.
“Need a ride somewhere?” he said casually.
After his betrayal at the bathhouse, I knew enough to know that he would follow me even if I didn’t take him up on the offer. A date with my girlfriend was innocent enough, though, right?
“Sure!”
He opened the back door. “Hop on in.”
I climbed inside, the leather of my pants making a weird sound against the leather of the car seats.
“Temp okay?” he asked as we pulled out onto the street.
“It’s great,” I said, suddenly realizing I had never been in the congressman’s car before. It was nice as shit. Leather seats, tinted windows, and smooth as hell. Sure, the driver was spying on me, and I may or may not still have some of another dude’s cum in my ass, but I could get used to being carted around in a fancy SUV to the fanciest restaurant in town, courtesy of the congressman.
I ended up stopping at a flower shop to grab a bouquet of roses for Ashley, since I figured I ought to seem at least somewhat apologetic. She was waiting for me outside when I got to the restaurant. Her face was twisted in annoyance, but she’d gone all out with a killer dress and high heels, so she clearly wasn’t planning on dumping me to my face tonight.
She caught sight of my pants and raised an eyebrow. “Is that leather? A little adventurous, don’t you think?”
I shrugged. “Sorry about this week. Forgive me?”
I handed her the flowers and saw her warm considerably.
“You know I love roses,” she said sweetly.
The waitress sat us at a table in the middle of the restaurant, not exactly their finest booth. Then again, I had made the reservations at the last minute, so I was amazed they had room for us at all.
“So,” she said, smoothing out her hair. “I might be getting the Features editor position.” She tried to hide her smile, but not really. “Can you imagine? Me, running the whole section!”
Wow. Wonder how she got that gig–could it have been her brilliant writing skills, or was it the way she begged her boss not to pull out?
“That’s awesome,” I said, scanning the menu.
She frowned, tapping her manicured nails against the table. “What is your deal? You’ve been acting cagey all week. Did I do something?”
I shook my head. “Just tired.”
“I had a hard week too, you know.” She sat back in her seat, folding her arms. “You’re not the only one with a tough boss. I’m not trying to be, like, one of those ugly feminists, or anything like that… but it is a lot harder for women to be taken seriously in this city!”
I nodded, my mind drifting. “Right.”
“Anyway,” she said, leaning forward, “if I get this promotion, it’ll be huge. I’ll practically be shaping the news cycle. Which, obviously, could be helpful for you, too.”
She took a sip of her water, then pulled out her phone to check her lipstick.
Jesus. Was she always this conceited? How had I never noticed it before?
She put her phone away and started browsing through the menu. I felt my phone buzz in my pocket.
“Do you wanna split the beet salad?” she asked.
“Whatever you wanna get, babe,” I said, trying to slip my phone out of the tight leather pants. “Tonight's on me.”
Her eyes lit up. She buried her face back in the menu.
I glanced at my phone screen to see a text from Tim.
Ready to meet up with the bold and the beautiful?
My heart skipped a beat. I stood up quickly, holding my phone by my side to hide the screen. “I’m just gonna use the bathroom,” I said, walking away before Ashley could respond.
I immediately dialed Tim, who waited till the fifth ring to answer.
“Hey, stud,” he said, his voice low and lazy. “You up for some fun tonight?”
I held my hand over my mouth to muffle my voice. “When are you guys meeting?”
“Right now. Thought you might wanna come with. All the girls are getting together at our usual spot.”
I looked back over at Ashley, who was talking to the waiter. “Can I meet you in like an hour?”
He sighed. “You know, just when I think you’re interesting, you go and bore me again. You want to get into this place, you have to know someone. You either come with me or you wait another month.”
My stomach turned. “Okay, just tell me where to meet you.”
After hanging up, I put on my best queasy face and walked back over to the table. “Hey…”
Ashley looked up at me and grimaced. “What’s wrong with you?”
I rubbed my stomach. “I think I got a bug. I’m not feeling so good.”
She pushed her chair back like I’d told her I had herpes. “Are you kidding me? Just now?”
I nodded. “I’m sorry. Look, you should still have fun…”
I pulled a few hundreds out of my pocket and set them on the table. “Maybe you can call one of the girls after and go out or something.”
“I can’t believe you’re leaving me high and dry like this,” she said, but her eyes remained on the money.
“I know, I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you, I swear.”
Without waiting for her to respond, I headed for the door. Before I got to it, I stopped. I could still see the black SUV parked out front. If the driver knew I was meeting Tim, he’d tell Adrian, and everything would be ruined. I’d have to find a way around him.
I headed for the kitchen, careful to dodge Ashley. I waited for a waitress to pass by, then peeked through the window to the kitchen to look for an exit. There it was: an emergency exit door just behind the manager’s office.
With one last look to make sure no one was watching, I ducked into the kitchen and crept toward the door.
Fate must have been on my side, because no one spotted me. I was doubly lucky that the emergency exit didn’t come with an automatic alarm, or else I really would have been fucked. I slipped out into a back alley, careful to walk in the opposite direction of the SUV.
It was only once I’d rounded the corner that I began to breathe normally again. I only had a few minutes to meet Tim, so I started to run.
I found him right where he said he’d be at Union Station Plaza, wearing a black peacoat and his usual scowl. Like Ashley, he spotted my pants immediately.
“Leather, huh?” He pursed his lips. “You’ll fit right in tonight.”
“Will you tell me where it is we’re going?”
“Not yet.” He winked at me, equal parts sexy and infuriating. “Think of it like edging. It’ll be worth the surprise.”
We sat next to each other on the Metrorail, mostly alone in the train car except for some young woman with headphones in, sitting in the corner.
“How’s Congressman Adrian?” he said teasingly.
“Fine,” I said, avoiding his gaze.
He smirked. “Just fine? I’ve heard he’s incredible. Has a particularly talented tongue.”
I blushed. I barely wanted to admit to myself what happened with the congressman, let alone to Tim.
“Oh come on,” he said, rolling his eyes. “Don’t be so uptight. We’re in the same boat. You think I like sticking my dick in a wrinkly old fuck like Smith? I do what I have to do to get what I want. We’re the same.”
“That’s not me,” I said defensively.
“No?” he raised an eyebrow. “Then what are you doing here?”
He got me there. I didn’t have a response, so I just looked out the train window.
He leaned in close to my ear and whispered, “I could be a friend to you. Someone to talk to.” He put his hand on my leg and ran it slowly toward my crotch. “Someone to have fun with.”
I wasn’t fast enough to grab his hand before it brushed up against my cage. His face spread into a huge grin as I blanched.
“Someone’s been naughty, hasn’t he?”
“It’s your fault,” I grumbled. “He only put me in this thing because of what we did.”
He pouted. “Oh, boo. I was kind of hoping for a repeat performance tonight.” He sat back in his seat and sighed. “I’ll just have to find another boy to scratch my little itch. But the girls,” he laughed, “oh, they’re going to love you.”
The place was located a few blocks from where we exited the train. I’d never been in this part of town before—it looked kind of seedy and dark. We passed an auto shop and scrapyard before coming across what looked like an old warehouse.
We stopped in front of a nondescript metal door set in a brick wall. I could hear muffled music coming from inside, but otherwise the place seemed abandoned.
I tried the knob, but it was locked.
“How do we get in?”
Tim just smiled. He leaned over and rapped on the door, three quick taps, then two slow ones.
The door opened, and a bald guy wearing a leather cap who looked suspiciously like Popeye leaned out. “Password?”
“Anal beads,” Tim said smoothly.
I grimaced. What the fuck kind of place was this?
The guy looked at Tim, then jerked his head toward me. “Who’s he?”
Tim wrapped his arm around me and pulled me in for a kiss. I was so surprised, I let him, feeling his wet tongue slide inside my mouth with no resistance. Just as I was about to push him off me, he pulled away, tapping me lightly on the cheek.
“He’s with me.”
Popeye nodded. “You’re responsible for him.”
I looked quizzically at Tim, but he just handed the man two bills and said to me, "After you.”
The music was ear-splitting inside. Unlike the bathhouse we’d been to, this place seemed to be thrown together at the last minute. The place was obscured by haze and strobe lighting, with bare bulbs swinging from overhead iron beams. I could see bodies moving through the gloom, but they were mostly shadows and outlines. The whole place smelled like leather and cum.
“Not what you were expecting?” Tim asked, putting his arm around me. “Just stick with me and you’ll be all right.”
As my eyes adjusted, I started to make out more of the people in the crowd. Three guys chatted casually in the hallway, each clad in the most revealing outfits I’d ever seen a man wear. They passed a little brown bottle between them, covering one nostril as they inhaled with the other.
The closest one, a tall, thin guy wearing nothing but fishnet stockings and a black and white checkered mini skirt, caught me staring. He held the bottle out to me.
Tim grabbed it before I had a chance to ask what it was. “Don’t mind if I do,” he said, lifting the bottle to his nose to inhale.
I watched him curiously. “Is that drugs?”
He laughed, his eyes dizzy and dull. “Look who paid attention in DARE. Go on, you’ll love it.”
He held the bottle out to me. I stared at it warily.
“I’m not really into inhalants,” I said lamely.
He laughed again, and this time the mini-skirt gay laughed with him. “It’s just poppers, sweetie. You’ll be fine, trust me. It’ll make you… relax a little. Go with the flow.”
I shook my head. If anything, I was already too willing to go with the flow.
Tim pouted. “Party pooper.”
He handed the bottle back to the guy without so much as a thank you, then grabbed my hand and pulled me along.
“Where are your friends?” I asked over the music.
“Further inside. Here, give me your sweater.”
He unbuttoned his coat, slipping it off his shoulders to reveal a black leather harness across his pale torso. I watched in stunned silence as he unzipped his pants, stripping them off until he was left in nothing but a leather jockstrap.
He draped his coat and pants over his arm, then snapped his fingers. “Come on, you’re gonna be boiling in there.”
I complied, slipping off my sweater and handing it to him. He drank in the sight of my black mesh shirt and leather pants and moaned in delight. “God, you’re just delicious. Why don’t you give me the shirt too?”
I shook my head. “I’m okay.”
He tutted. “Such a prude. Have it your way. I’ll drop these off with coat check.” He took my sweater and disappeared around the corner.
I stood there awkwardly with my back against the wall, suddenly feeling anxious now that I was alone in this unfamiliar place. A few people jostled by, many of them clad in leather harnesses or assless chaps. One older guy was smoking a big cigar, which I thought was a little rude considering we were in an enclosed space with an already intolerable haze. He blew his cigar in my face as he walked past, and I coughed so hard that I doubled over.
I felt a hand clap me on the back, and felt a moment of gratitude that Tim had returned.
“You all right there, boy?”
The man’s voice was deep and gruff. I looked up to see a hairy older man in a leather cap grinning at me.
“What’s your name, sweetheart?”
“Uh, I’m just waiting for my friend,” I said, conscious of his hand still on my back.
“I’ll be your friend,” he said lewdly. His hand slipped down to my lower back, his fingertips just at the edge of my waistband.
“I’m Bruno,” he said, sliding his other hand into mine and pulling my body closer to his. He was about my height, but had a big gut that spilled over his pants and pressed into my stomach. He was still smiling at me, his lips barely visible beneath a thick black beard.
“Scott,” I said, awkwardly trying to disentangle myself from him without being rude.
He kept an iron grip on my hand while his other hand slid inside my pants.
“You’re so smooth, Scott,” he said, cupping my ass. “How would you like to get to know each other a little better?”
“I should probably stay here in case–”
“I’m sure we can find somewhere quiet to play.”
He started steering me down the hallway, away from where Tim had gone. I felt my legs go to jelly underneath me as he pulled me along with him.
Suddenly, I felt a hand grab my arm and yank me away.
“I leave you alone for one minute and you’re already someone’s plaything?” Tim stood there shaking his head at me and smiling.
“Come on, baby.” I felt Bruno slide his hand around my waist. “Let’s go play… Daddy will make you feel good.”
“Ease off, Bruno,” Tim snapped. “He’s with me. He doesn’t want your rank old cock, all right?”
Bruno frowned, but then shrugged and walked off, clearly content to start looking for a new plaything.
I didn’t realize I was shaking until Tim put his hand on my arm. “Thank you,” I said.
He smiled. “Always in need of rescuing, aren’t you? Come on. The girls are at the bar.”
He took my hand and guided me through the warehouse. The main room was a giant dancefloor, with levels rising at least six stories to the ceiling. Tim led me through the dancefloor, past the packed throngs of men dancing and grinding against each other. I spotted one man on his knees, his lips wrapped around another guy’s cock as the man facefucked him. I turned away, shocked that someone would debase themselves like that in public.
After a few sweaty, suffocating minutes, we reached the bar. Tim threw his arms around a guy standing in front of the counter, who turned and squealed excitedly when he saw him.
“Bitch, finally! What took you so long?”
Tim nodded toward me. “I had to pick up a stray.”
The guy, a tall, buff guy with plump lips and the fattest ass I’d ever seen on a man, smiled at me. “Oooh, are you the new boy toy we’ve been hearing about?”
He held his hand out to me, a gesture that felt oddly formal considering he was wearing nothing but a skimpy black thong. “I’m Geo.”
“Scott,” I said, returning the handshake.
“And these two sluts are Trey and Lex,” Tim said, squeezing himself between two guys and kissing them both on the cheeks.
Trey was short and ripped, with messy, dirty blond hair and a mustache. He was in one of those classic sports jockstraps and a sky blue tank top that looked like he’d run it through a paper shredder. He took a hit of a weed pen, gave me an up-and-down look, and smiled lazily. “How’s it going?”
Lex was almost the polar opposite of Trey, a tall, beefy, Latino guy with long curly hair wrapped in a man bun. He, like me, was one of the few people wearing pants, a pair of dark cargo pants and shiny black boots. The waistband of his underwear peeked out from under a light gray crop top that matched his eyes. “‘Sup.”
“Nice to meet you all,” I said over the music, which made everyone laugh for some reason. “What’s so funny?” I asked, my voice tinged with annoyance.
“You sound like a Boy Scout,” Tim said with a giggle.
Lex put his arm around me. “Don’t let them intimidate you.” He pulled me in close and put his lips against my ear. “I like Boy Scouts.”
The feeling of his lips brushing my ear made my skin tingle. But Lex let me go with nothing more than a wink.
“Want a drink?” said Geo.
I nodded. “Can I have a beer?”
Geo pursed his lips. “All right, straight boy.” But he flagged the bartender down anyway.
“Geo works in Senator Duff’s office,” Tim said. “Lex works for General Michalka, and Trey is Jesse Carter’s boy.”
My eyes went wide as I took this in. “Jesse Carter? The head of the RNC?”
Trey nodded. “The one and only.”
I suddenly felt a lot more sober than I had the moment before. Senator Duff was the Ranking Member of the Senate Finance Committee, while General Michalka was the Secretary of Defense. This meant that, together, the four guys in front of me worked with some of the highest-ranking officials in the United States Government. And, if Tim was to be believed, were fucking them as well.
“How did you all meet?” I asked.
Geo handed me my beer. “Let’s see… Trey and I went to law school together, and Lex and I both interned at the White House. Tim, I think I met at one of Smith’s sex parties.”
“Actually, it was Duff’s party,” said Tim. “And it was a regular party. We just had sex after.”
Geo nodded. “Right. I guess they all start to blur together after a while.”
“So, it’s true?” I said. “You all… I mean, your bosses…”
“Fuck us?” Geo laughed. “Guilty as charged.”
“What’s Congressman Adrian like?” Trey asked excitedly. “I’ve always wanted to take a ride on that bushy beard.”
“He’s not bad,” said Tim. “Thicker than you’d think, but he cums a little too quickly for my taste.”
I stared at him, wide-eyed. “You’ve fucked Adrian?”
He shrugged. “Once or twice.”
“That is so not fair,” whined Trey. “Carter keeps me on such a tight leash. I never get to fuck anybody.”
“I thought you liked being on a leash?” said Lex.
“Adrian is the same with me,” I said.
They turned to me, as if surprised I had anything to contribute.
I blushed. “I mean, he doesn’t want me sleeping with anyone else.”
“I thought he fucked you at Crew Club?” Geo said to Tim.
My face turned even redder.
Tim shrugged. “I’m afraid I got him in a bit of trouble. The congressman locked him up tighter than Rapunzel.” He made a motion to my caged dick. Fucking prick.
Trey’s eyes shone. “Oh my gosh, twins!”
To my surprise, he pulled down the front of his jockstrap to expose a small white plastic cage over his dick. I stared at it, blinking.
“Oh, put that little thing away,” said Tim. “How long has it been now? A year?”
“Three hundred and twenty-two days,” Trey said proudly.
A chill ran through me. “You’ve been wearing that for three hundred days?”
“He loves it,” Lex said, giving Trey’s cage a flick and making the boy giggle. “He’s a total bottom slut. Gets off on being used.”
Trey just nodded as if this wasn’t the most humiliating thing to have said about you. “It’s not that bad. Carter’s fucking huge, and he can go like three times in a row, even at his age. But he’s always traveling for work. And I get hungry.”
At that moment, his eyes followed a buff, muscled man who was butt naked with a raging erection. He followed after him without a look back.
Tim sighed. “Well, we’ve lost Trey for the night.”
Lex took a step toward me, his tall frame dwarfing me. “You’re really locked?” he said, looking me up and down.
My skin turned beet red, but I nodded.
He leaned in to whisper in my ear. “Can I see?”
I felt my cage throb. For some reason, I complied, unzipping my pants and pulling out my caged dick.
He looked down, his lips curling into a smile. “That’s hot.”
Lex’s face was close to mine, his breath hot on my face. There was almost something magnetic pulling my body toward his, even though he wasn’t touching me. My lips parted a little, and if he had leaned in, I would have let him kiss me.
“Did you boys hear about Gomez?”
Tim stirred his drink with his straw, his lips twisted in a smirk.
I hurriedly put my cock away, embarrassed at how easily I’d revealed myself. Luckily, Lex was blocking me from the others, so no one seemed to notice.
“Has he finally had a stroke?” said Lex.
Tim shook his head. “Smith’s making him head of Appropriations.”
Geo gasped. “Really? He’s like a hundred.”
Tim shrugged. “Apparently, Smith and Gomez had a thing back in the 90s.”
Geo wrinkled his nose. “Ew. I do not want to imagine those two old fucks boning.”
“That can’t be right,” I said.
“That’s what I’m saying,” said Geo.
“No, I mean… Adrian is going to be head of Appropriations. He told me.”
The three men turned to look at me. Tim was frowning.
“What? What is it?”
Geo put his hand on mine. “Sweetie, we didn’t want to make you feel bad, but…”
“Adrian’s over,” said Lex.
I screwed my face up. “What do you mean?”
Geo glared at Lex. “What he means is that Adrian is kind of a… rough personality. Doesn’t play well with others.”
“The party fucking hates him,” said Lex. “The president is through with his hardball tactics. He wants him primaried next year.”
My jaw dropped. Adrian was my entire future–hell, I had debased myself for him on the guarantee that tying my wagon to his would result in my future in politics. If he were nobody, I was nobody.
“Did you know about this?” I said to Tim.
He frowned. “I knew that Smith wasn’t too keen on him. I didn’t know about the president, though.”
“I heard it from Michalka himself,” said Lex. “The president thinks he’s ungrateful.”
I felt like I’d just had the wind knocked out of me. I gripped the counter tightly. I wanted information for Adrian, but how could I tell him this? He would almost certainly shoot the messenger, if he even believed me.
“I need to use the bathroom,” I said.
Tim took a step toward me. “I’ll go with you–”
“No,” I said. I slipped through the crowd, desperate to put space between me and the other guys.
Pushing through the people on the dancefloor felt like swimming through seaweed. Stray hands rubbed my arms, chest, and ass as I pushed through. The suffocation was almost overwhelming. When I finally got clear of the crowd, I spotted the door to the bathroom at the end of a long hallway.
I slipped inside, pleased to see that the place was mostly empty. I leaned against the counter, trying to catch my breath.
What was I going to do? I needed more information, needed to find something I could use to keep the congressman in power. At least until he got me where I needed to go.
I was so caught up in my thoughts that I didn’t notice someone else had entered until I felt hands wrap around my stomach.
“Mmm, hello again, sexy boy.”
I spotted Bruno standing behind me in the mirror, his face stretched in a lewd grin.
“I was just… using the bathroom,” I said weakly.
He slipped one hand up my shirt while the other went down my pants. “So smooth,” Bruno moaned in my ear as he felt my stomach and chest. His other hand slipped through my pubes until his fingertips rested on my chastity cage.
Bruno raised an eyebrow. “Oh? What’s this?”
He gave my cage a squeeze, then tugged it a few times. “Someone’s been a naughty, naughty boy.”
He turned me around to face him, his grinning face only inches away from mine. “What did you do to get locked up, sexy boy?”
“I… I have to go,” I said, but he kept his body pressed against me, pinning me to the counter.
“Don’t go,” Bruno said, brushing his lips against my chin. He kissed me softly, peppering gentle kisses down my neck. “We can still have fun.”
He took my hand and placed it on his cock.
My eyes widened when I felt the size of it. He wasn’t very long, but he was almost as thick as my forearm. I let out a gasp.
Bruno laughed. “Don’t be scared, baby boy. I don’t bite.”
He kissed me, his hand holding the back of my head to keep me in place.
I opened my lips instinctually, letting his tongue violate me. It scared me how easily I had begun allowing men to have their way with me. His breath tasted like stale beer, and his tongue was wet and slippery. It took my breath away, leaving me dizzy with jelly legs.
“Mmmmm…” Bruno groaned in my mouth. “You taste so nice.”
He kissed me again, the spit in his mouth welling and pouring into mine. I nearly choked on his saliva, but my dick was starting to throb again in my cage. He unzipped my pants, pulling out my caged dick and balls and giving them a good squeeze. The pleasure felt so good that my legs finally gave out from underneath me, and I slid to the ground.
Bruno laughed. “So eager.”
Before I could protest, he’d unzipped his pants and placed his fat cock on my forehead. It smacked into me so forcefully that, for a moment, all I saw were stars. I opened my mouth to breathe and found, to my horror, that one of Bruno’s hairy, saggy balls fell right in.
“Oh, yeah,” he groaned. “Suck on daddy’s hairy balls.”
I tried to spit it out, but all I ended up doing was rolling it around in my mouth.
Bruno kneaded my hair with his hand, rubbing his junk against my face as he grunted in satisfaction.
“That soft mouth…” he moaned. “Put it on my cock, baby.”
I had finally worked up the courage to tell him to go fuck himself when I felt his foot on my cage. He had slipped his shoe off at some point and was currently rubbing his toes against my locked cock. After being deprived of stimulation for so long, the feeling was electrifying. My jaw dropped as I moaned in lust, allowing the head of his cock to slip inside.
I was so focused on the warm tingling in my cock that I barely noticed Bruno thrusting his cock in my mouth. In fact, it was only when his cock hit the back of my throat and made me cough that I realized I was sucking his dick.
“Such a good cocksucker,” he said, rubbing my lower lip with his thumb. “Keep it right like that, don’t move.”
He held my head still, and for a moment, I thought he was going to cum. The feeling of warm liquid hitting the back of my throat made me gag, and to my horror, I realized he wasn’t cumming at all.
He was pissing in my mouth.
“That’s it,” Bruno sighed. “Drink it all down. Good boy.”
His grip kept me from being able to pull off his cock, and the liquid quickly filling my mouth reminded me of one of those scenes with James Bond trapped in a room slowly filling with water. I would need to find a way to drain it or drown.
The first few gulps were the worst. I could barely breathe with Bruno’s pubes tickling my nose, and the sight of his big, hairy belly made me feel slightly queasy. But as I swallowed gulp after gulp of his piss, I was surprised at how… well, not awful it tasted. In fact, the feeling of Bruno’s foot on my cage, combined with the feeling of hot piss flowing down my throat, actually made my dick start to leak. For a second, the feeling was so powerful I thought I might actually cum.
“Daddy drank a lot of beer, sweet boy,” Bruno said as he continued pissing in my mouth. I kept my lips latched to his cock, not wanting to let it spill all over my shirt and make me reek with piss. I placed my hands on his large belly, trying to steady myself so as not to fall over.
“Yeah, feel daddy’s belly. Such a good piss boy.”
Bruno placed his hands on mine, running my hands along his hairy stomach. I felt his stream start to slow until it was only a trickle. Now that he wasn’t pissing straight down my throat, I could really taste his piss. It was slightly acrid but surprisingly not bad. It also made me feel slightly drunk, although I couldn’t remember if alcohol actually came out of your pee or not. Nevertheless, I sucked the last few drops out, greedy and compliant.
Bruno rubbed my cheek fondly. “I really needed that. Now stay still.”
He jerked his cock over me, his foreskin rubbing against my upper lip. Resigned, I stared up at him and waited for him to cum.
His balls slapped against my chin a couple of times as his face twisted in concentration.
“Hungh… argh… uhhhhhh.”
The first jet of cum shot out in an arc across my forehead, coating my hair in cum. I closed my eyes tight as I felt the second jet cover my eyebrows.
“FUCK… ungh… take it, slutty boy.”
Bruno pried open my lips with his thumb as his next shot of cum sprayed over my nose and lips. He slipped the head of his cock into my mouth as the last few ropes sprayed across my tongue.
Obediently, I closed my lips around the head of his dick, milking out the last of his semen. Like his piss, it was slightly bitter, and the thick, pungent cream clogged my throat as I tried to swallow. My cock was pulsing in its cage, so close to cumming that one brush of Bruno’s feet would have set it off. But Bruno was focused on his own pleasure, so my cock went untouched.
I heard the sound of the door open, then a loud, exasperated sigh.
“Really? I can’t take you anywhere.”
Tim walked over to me, wrinkling his nose at the sight of me on my knees, covered in Bruno’s cum.
“He’s all yours,” Bruno said, tucking his cock back inside his pants. He tapped me lightly on the cheek, hocked a loogie in the sink, then left.
Tim handed me a paper towel as I got to my feet. “For a straight boy, you sure do get off on servicing any old man with a dick.”
I wiped the cum from my eyes. “I don’t think I get off on it, I just… have a hard time saying no.”
Tim smirked. “Sometimes I wonder if you’re cut out for DC after all.”
“Doesn’t sound like I’ll last much longer anyway.”
Tim tutted. “Oh, stop it. Adrian will find a way to rebound; he always does. And if he does go under, I can put in a good word with Smith. You’ll find something, I promise.”
“What, being whored out to some low-level DC staffer?” I scoffed. “No thanks.”
Tim laughed. “So, you do want to play the game.”
“I didn’t set up the system,” I said. “But if that’s what I have to work with, I will.”
Tim grabbed my hand. “Come on. No more work talk. Let’s dance.”
“I should probably get going–”
“I won’t take no for an answer,” he said. “Since you’re bad at saying no anyway.”
He pulled me out onto the dancefloor, into the sea of sweaty bodies. I could see Trey grinding up against that muscular naked man from before. When I looked closer, I saw that he was actually getting fucked by him on the dance floor. The other two were dancing together a few feet away, Lex holding Geo by the waist as Geo rubbed his ass up against the guy’s thick bulge.
Tim wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled our crotches together, pressing my cage up against his dick.
“Just relax,” he said over the music. “You’re young and hot. Any guy here would kill to fuck you. So quit moping!”
He swayed side to side, swinging his head to the beat.
I closed my eyes, trying to block out the feelings of shame and discomfort that always came after sex with a man. Tim’s hands felt good on my waist, his body warm against mine. I started to sway to the music, slowly at first, then more recklessly.
Tim pulled me in and kissed me, and I let him. Our tongues slid past each other as we danced, our bodies slick with sweat. I felt his fingers grab the hem of my shirt. I raised my arms as he stripped it off, leaving us both shirtless. I felt self-conscious for a moment, to be so revealed around guys whose bodies had zero fat and rippling abs. But Tim turned me around, circling my waist with his arms as he kissed my neck.
“You’re so fucking hot, Scott,” he said in my ear.
I felt his cock pressed against my ass, and the feeling was electrifying. I ground my ass against his dick, feeling like one of those slutty women I’d seen in rap music videos. Before, I would have been mortified to be compared to them, but now, I just felt free. I turned my head until my mouth was against Tim’s once more, kissing him as he rubbed against me.
Whatever I needed to do with Adrian could wait until tomorrow. Right then, all I cared about was feeling good.
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