Interview with Dr. Love

Chapter One

"Dr. Love, I presume?" Chester said in greeting as he approached the man at the hotel bar. The very impressive man at the bar. Impressive enough to make Chester's cock twitch.

Frederik Barton aka Dr. Love, was a gorgeous man: six-foot-two of muscular dark-caramel goodness with a chiseled face and a scruffy beard; not unkempt but just rough enough to give him a sexy edginess. He was originally from Jamaica; working the corporate world in America. He had eventually quit and, by age thirty-nine, had made a new name--and quite a fortune--for himself as a matchmaker for everyone from celebrities to ordinary working class folk, regardless of sexual orientation.

How had Chester known so much about Dr. Love? He was an investigative reporter for a skeptics' magazine, and was paid well to debunk fakers. His boss had fingered Dr. Love as the number one faker in the city, and he wanted to expose him. Rumor had it that Dr. Love was gay and had a thing for darker-skinned, younger black men; which Chester was. He was twenty-two years old and stood five-eleven with a sculpted athletic physique and a rich milk-chocolate complexion. He kept himself clean-shaven with an ever-neat low-fade, and of course he was gay. After all, the performance had to be believable.

"The young gumshoes," Love retorted as they shook hands.

"The one and only. How are you?" Chester began, attempting to break the ice with small talk but Love stopped him.

"Let's just start the interview, shall we?"

"OK, jump right into it? Here at the bar?"

"No, let's go over there," he said, gesturing toward a table in the dimly lit corner.

Chester's dick twitched. He knew his mission but he could not help but feel an attraction to the gorgeous older man. Love's cologne aroused him; his nipples stiff under his shirt. Love's hand against his back as he ushered Chester to sit, sent thrills through his body.

"Now, Mr. Chester..."

"Mansfield."

"What a name. Very appropriate."

"Oh? How so?" At this, Love merely chuckled. Chester ignored it and moved on to the questions he had prepared. They started off mundane enough but quickly escalated to more intimate and scandalous ones.

"So. . .rumor has it you left Jamaica due to your sexuality. Doesn't that trauma affect the accuracy of your matches?"

"Does your sexuality affect this interview, Mr. Mansfield?"

"Please, call me Chester, and no, it doesn't."

"Oh? Doesn't it? That bulge in your crotch from the moment you saw me says otherwise."

Chester swallowed. He had almost forgotten as he immersed himself in his task but, indeed, his cock was still rock-hard in his underwear.

"Listen, Dr. Love. . .or should I say, Frederik Barton. . .my cock had nothing to do with your answers."

"It does now," Love said, standing.

"Have I offended you?"

"Not at all. You've intrigued me. If you want to continue this interview, follow me," Love smirked and walked off. Chester grabbed his smartphone and followed Love from the ground-floor bar of the hotel up to a suite on the upper floors. The city was an ocean of lights, with bright blue and green spires like stalks of electric seaweed in between. The room lights came on dimly.

"Lovely room."

"Indeed it is," Love chuckled, pouring them both glasses of wine. He handed one to Chester and they toasted. Chester only took a small sip and Love laughed. "No worries. It's not drugged. When I'm ready for you, you'll take your clothes off yourself."

"Really?" Chester smirked. "And why would I do that?"

"Because, you want me."

"Do I? Or am I just playing a role to expose you as a con artist. Let's stop beating around the bush, Dr. Love. You swindle people out of their money."

"Do I? Don't those marriages work?"

"For some years yes but all of the ones you've arranged have ended in divorce, reunion and another divorce. Not a great record."

"I can't fix broken people, Mr. Mansfield. I can only lead the horse to water, as they say."

"Perhaps," Chester shrugged, taking another swig of wine. "This is good."

"Oh yes. I stay at this hotel often. Their selection is very good. I like you Chester. Most blacks like us don't have a tongue for drier reds. You're a man of culture, it seems."

"Yes, well, you know a meme or two but I still have a job to do."

"As do I," Love said, taking the glass from Chester's hand and placing it on the table along with his own. He stood right in front of Chester, looking into his eyes.

"And what's that?" Chester asked, his heart thumping as his cock throbbed. He could see in his mind's eye where this was going. He needed to stop it; to push Love away but he could not bring himself to. The man's cologne embraced him and he inhaled deeply.

"This is a game of chess, Mr. Mansfield, and I just called checkmate," Love whispered then kissed Chester on the lips.

Unable to resist, Chester reciprocated; their tongues lashing. Love's hands gripped Chester's ass; those lovely round buns, and squeezed. Chester grunted into Love's mouth as the older man continued sucking his tongue. Finally, Love broke the kiss. He ran his finger from Chester's throat, down the buttons of his shirt to his belt.

"Take these off."

The order was simple. He could have said no but Chester slid out of his jacket. He kept his eyes locked to Love's as he opened one button at a time then flung the shirt off. He unbuckled his belt, dropping pants and underwear and kicking them off. In just his socks, he stood before Love; his stiff six inches hard as steel. Love gripped it, and Chester moaned; closing his eyes. Love ran his finger over Chester's nipples.

"Fuck!"

"See, Chester. You're mine now."

Chester huffed as Love suckled his neck. He hugged the older man, giving in. He should have said no. He still could but his big brain was no longer in control. Love's grip tightened on Chester's cock. The younger man gasped as Love suckled his nipples; one then the other. He had not even realized how close he was to the sofa until Love shoved him back on his ass and he landed on the comfy cushions. Chester watched in awe as Love stripped naked. He was gorgeous all over. His body was sculpted; chiseled; lightly and wonderfully fuzzed with curly hair on chest and abs, and a full bush at the crotch. The bush, however, did nothing to diminish the obvious and impressive mass of Love's erection: a throbbing monster some thirteen inches long and seven inches in circumference with a bright pink mushroom head.

"Suck," Love ordered. Chester looked at the massive throbbing man-meat before him; dark-caramel like the rest of Love's body. He licked his lips then went down on it; gobbling the bulbous, precum-leaking head.

"Good boy, Chester. Keep sucking," Love crooned, caressing Chester's head.

Chester fully embraced his role as Love's eager cocksucker. His mouth filled with saliva as he greedily swiveled his head on the throbbing rod, and the wet squelching of his suction filled the air. Spit trickled down his chin, and the grip squeezing his skull tightened as Love pushed into his gullet.

"Swallow that cock," Love urged.

Chester opened his throat and the cock slipped in. Chester moaned, happy to have Love's cock in his throat. He retreated to the head then swallowed again. He buried his nose in Love's bushy pubes. He inhaled the man's rich musk. He fondled the big hairy balls, cupping and massaging them to the sweet chorus of Love's moans. The cock retreated and advanced in and out of Chester's gullet; faster with each passing second until Chester was gurgling and choking; spit drooling from his lips and dangling from his chin. Love pulled free and his cock slapped Chester in the face.

"Uhgh!"

"Hell yes," Love chuckled. "You enjoyed that, didn't you, Chester?"

"Y-yes!"

"Yes who?"

"Yes. . .Sir?" Love smacked him across the face with his cock.

"Try again."

"Yes. . .Dr. Love?" He was smacked again.

"Good boy, Chester. Now, turn over and present your ass to me."

"Yes, Dr. Love," Chester panted with excitement, flipping onto his knees. He braced his arms over the back of the sofa; arching his spine with his ass pushed backward. Love groped the buns, caressing the skin. He ran his fingers up the crack and Chester crooned. Love's fingers worried the hole then pushed in a bit.

"You're already moist, boy," Love noted.

"Yes, Dr. Love."

Love knelt and unceremoniously shoved his bearded face between the buns. His tongue lashed Chester's hole and the young reporter gasped his pleasure. The hot wet tongue went in circles on his ass. It punched into his hole and he mewled. Love's hard hand came down on his ass and he yelped.

"Mmm hmm! Yes, boy! You want my big cock in you?"

"Yes, Dr. Love!"

Chester moaned. He needed dick. He needed Dr. Love's cock in him. He had no clue how it had all come to this but all he knew was he wanted Love's massive Jamaican schlong filling his rectum, and he got it as Love grabbed a tube of lube and Chester felt Love's gel-coated fingers slithering up his asshole. He watched Dr. Love slather his massive cock in the stuff. He moaned as the mushroom head pushed into him. He relaxed and let Love inside; deeper with every passing moment; inch-by-inch; nice and slow until the entire thirteen inch dong was nestled inside him.

"Ooooooh yes, Dr. Love! Fuck me!" Chester barked, his asshole twitching with wild excitement on the embedded rod.

Slowly, Dr. Love withdrew then slid in again. The cock churned inside him and Chester moaned with delight. His nipples were stiff and tingled when Dr. Love ran this thumbs over them as he held Chester by the mid-section and sawed through him, nice and easy. Chester felt every damned inch of that dick push and pull and churn inside him when it bottomed out. He arched his back and whimpered as Love picked up the pace, lightly tapping his pelvis to Chester's buttocks.

"Enjoying that, boy?"

"Yes, Dr. Love! I fucking love it!" Chester wailed, tightening his grip on the sofa as he was being railed from behind. Again and again, Love's massive cock plugged and plunged and explored his depths. Chester felt the cock ram past his second sphincter and he howled.

"Yes, boy! Every fucking inch!" Love barked, hammering his cock home. Over and over, the massive rod hit into Chester's depths and the young man could only grunt, howl and mewl as Love kept up the brutal pace; no doubt close to orgasm.

Sure enough, Chester was right, as Love bellowed his climax; stabbing deep and unloading completely. Chester moaned, wiggling his ass on the pulsing cock. Slowly, he rode it; slithering up and down the girthy length until Love pulled out.

"Get on the bed, boy. I'm not done with you yet."

For the next few hours, Chester took cock. Every damned inch of Love's monster meat gouged his guts. It churned the deposited cum load into cum-butter, only to add to it with a fresh load again, and again, and a fourth time. By the time Love was done with his ass, Chester could not move. His asshole had never felt so good, the sweet dull ache throbbing at his very innards; the type of sweet dull ache that only a big-dicked power-fucker could cause.

What Chester recalled next was waking alone in the suite. His asshole still ached and it was moist with remnant cum; a huge wet spot between his legs. He rolled onto his back and tried to recall what the hell happened. He knew Love had fucked the dog-shit out of him, and he knew that he had enjoyed every second of it. What he could not figure out was why he had been unable to resist Love's allure. After he returned freshly-showered from the bathroom, he noticed a note and a tiny vial of liquid among his clothes. It read:

"Dear Chester,

Forgive me for leaving so abruptly but I had a client meeting. I enjoyed our spectacular night, and your even more amazing hole. Since you desired to know my secret, I have left a small gift in the vial. Take a sniff and you may begin to understand. I would enjoy a repeat of last night, and I believe you would as well. Meet me at the bar again this evening at seven sharp.

See you then,

F. B aka Dr. Love"

Chester got dressed then examined the vial. He wondered what type of drug it was. Clearly it was what had made him so uncontrollably aroused the night prior. The memories flooded his mind and he could not control his curiosity. He had to know. He popped the cap as gently as he could so as not to spill the sparse amount of liquid in the narrow inch-and-a-half long vial. He sniffed. Instantly, his nipples stiffened; his cock swelled and hardened, and his asshole winked wildly. The sense of attraction he felt to Dr. Love was amplified several times over after just a whiff of the mystery fluid. Chester kneaded his cock and took another whiff; his erection lurching in his pants and dribbling precum. He panted, his face glazed in a fine sheen of sweat.

"Yes, Dr. Love," he whispered. He would be back. At the bar. Seven sharp.

* * * * *

Chapter Two

Boring.

That was the only word Chester Mansfield could use to describe it, as he lay on the bed beneath his boyfriend. Thaddeus Nelson was a good guy. He was, like Chester, a young black gay man: twenty-four, six-foot-one, with a lovely sculpted dark-chocolate physique, and a big fat dick. Eight inches long and six inches around. Hella thick! However, even with Thad's more than adequate cock plunging through him, whenever Chester closed his eyes he could only think of Dr. Love's massive dark-caramel pole gouging his guts.

"Oh shit, Chester! Gonna cum!" Thaddeus growled. Chester forced a moan. Thaddeus shuddered then erupted, grinding his fat ebony cock balls-deep. Chester groaned. It felt good, there was no denying that, but it was nothing compared to the absolute ass-plowing Love had given him just a few nights prior:

Chester had returned to the hotel at the designated time and met Frederik Barton aka Dr. Love at the bar. They had retired to the same suite Love had rented last time, and the man had proceeded to give Chester a repeat of the previous night's performance and then some. Chester had moaned, groaned and howled all night as Love hammered three heavy loads up his guts; each in a different position. The last load had been buried deep as Love had folded Chester practically in half so every single inch burrowed into the young reporter's guts. Chester moaned, gyrating his ass on Thaddeus' cock as the memories flooded his brain.

"Damn, Chester! Didn't know you were this horny!" Thad chuckled, gyrating his cock in return. That broke Chester from his daydream, and he slid himself free.

"Sorry, Thad. Gotta. . .work on an article," Chester feigned, excusing himself to the bathroom. "Shit!" he huffed, slumping against the shower wall after he'd turned the cascade of hot water on at full blast. "Shit, shit, shit! What the fuck am I doing?"

Chester let the hot water cleanse him. He felt dirty. He had let his lust control him and cheated on his boyfriend in the process. He had worked so hard at being a good boyfriend too. He had given up his cheating ways, with the last time he had stepped out on Thad being about eight months into their two year long relationship. He had confessed and had made every effort to earn his lover's trust again...that was until he had met Dr. Love.

"Fuck!" Chester hissed, squeezing the bar of soap so damned hard that it squished into two separate blobs. "Goddamit!"

Despite his fussing, he could not remove Dr. Love from his head. He could not ignore the throbbing ache deep in his guts; a spot that even Thad's big dick could not reach and satiate. No. Love's dick was even bigger, longer, thicker. That power-fucker was what Chester craved. His cock rose to full mast under the water as he started stroking, imagining Dr. Love's massive rod sliding up between his cheeks; the head teasing just on the entrance of his asshole.

"Ohhhhh fuck. . .Oh fuck. . .fuck, fuck, fuck!" Chester panted as he erupted creamy spunk all over the shower wall. He shuddered and wobbled, bracing himself on the tiled surface as he emptied the last of his creamy nut down the drain. Dr. Love had, once again, invited him to the hotel. As much as Chester loved Thad; as nice as Thad was; as much as he tried to be a good and faithful boyfriend, he could not ignore the burning lust in his heart and hole for Dr. Love's style of ass-plowing. After his shower, he returned to a snoring Thad, and checked the clock. It was only two in the afternoon but by the time seven rolled around, he would be seated at the hotel bar once more.

* * *

"Nice to see you here again, Chester," Love greeted, sitting next to him.

"Yes. . .I suppose," Chester sighed, thumbing the glass of scotch.

"Why so down? You're here to have fun, aren't you?"

"Well, yes. . .it's just that. . .I. . .I have a boyfriend. I'm being cruel to him, sleeping with you like this."

"Are you?"

"What do you mean?" Chester asked, sitting straight up at the question.

"Does he make you happy, and I mean truly happy? Not just the dumb things like cooking for you, helping you write an article or whatnot. Does he make your heart sing? Do you yearn for his cock the way you yearn for mine?"

"Well. . .no, I. . .I don't think I ever have. I cheated on him before, and I've tried to be a good boyfriend ever since."

"You mean you've held yourself back from your own happiness to fulfill his."

"That's not. . ." Chester stopped himself, realizing Love's words were true. He hadn't truly been happy with Thad for a long time. He'd just been going through the motions and saying all the things he knew Thad wanted and needed to hear. Chester had been afraid to admit the truth to himself and simply move on.

"I see your cogs turning, Chester," Love smirked, sipping on his own drink.

"Was my doing this--cheating again--inevitable?" he asked.

"Yes," Love said simply. "Your heart and body aren't with him anymore. Actually, they never were. You just admitted as much. You've been loving him with logic, not with love."

Chester looked down into his drink then threw it back. His chest burned with a mix of anger and desire. Anger, because he realized he'd spent two years repairing an irreparable situation; and desire as he looked into the eyes of the man sat before him. Moments later, Chester was moaning as Love's tongue snaked into his mouth as they flopped onto the bed of the upper floor suite. Chester allowed Love to peel his shirt off then grunted as his nipples were suckled. The suction was powerful and sweet, making Chester moan out loud. He gasped as Love kissed his way down to his crotch, opened his jeans and whipped his hard cock out.

"Fuck!" he panted as Love sucked on the head of his rod then sank his lips down around the base of his throbbing six inches. "Oh my God! Oh fuck!"

Chester writhed. He had never been sucked off so well. Not even Thad had oral talents like that. He gripped the sheets as Love slurped and slobbered on his cock; getting it raging hard and jerking like crazy. He cried out, trying to warn Love but too late as he erupted into the man's welcoming mouth. Love audibly swallowed his load then continued sucking.

"Shit! Ah shit! Fuck!" Chester thrashed, his cock extra-sensitive. Love pulled back, a big grin on his face.

"Enjoyed that, Chester?"

"You bastard," Chester chuckled. "Are you trying to suck my cock right off?"

"Maybe," Love snickered then kissed him. Chester moaned, relinquishing his brief moment of control as Love turned him over, parted his ass-cheeks and kissed on his excited hole.

"Ooooh fuck. . .yes! Fuuuuuuck!" Chester moaned as Love licked on his pucker. The matchmaker swabbed his hot wet tongue over Chester's wrinkled chute. He licked Chester from balls to tailbone then pushed his tongue directly into the hole. Chester gasped, arching his back and shuddering. Love kept up his hungry feasting undeterred. Chester gripped the sheets, mewling with pleasure as he was tongue-fucked, licked and suckled. By the time Love was ready to fuck, Chester's cunt was spazzing.

The wet cockhead pushed against Chester's ring, and Chester could only moan his joy as Love sank his cock deep. In one go, more than half that massively thick and long dark-caramel dick was buried inside him. He pushed back on the pole; wiggling his ass to get more inches. Love chuckled then pushed forward. Chester gasped as he was speared completely, the entire huge throbbing thirteen-incher was lodged up his guts.

"Holy fuck! Yes! Oh my God, that's so fucking good!" Chester huffed, his asshole spazzing on the throbbing cock.

Love began to fuck. A nice gentle pace at first that got Chester moaning constantly, then he sped up until he was tapping his V-cut pelvis to the milk-chocolate buns. Chester arched his back again; meeting lips with Love and kissing him passionately.

"Yes! Yes! Please. . .give it to me!"

"Give you what, boy?" Love demanded.

"Your cum! Please. . ."

"Beg harder!" Love grunted, hammering into Chester's guts. Chester growled, his eyes rolling up in his head for a moment. He caught himself, panting for breath as Love's cock plunged deep and hard and fast; the man's hard pelvis colliding with Chester's glutes like a freight train.

"Holy fuck. . ."

"I said, beg harder, boy!" Love repeated.

"Please, Dr. Love! I want your cum. . .I NEED your cum! Please breed my ass! Please!"

"There you go, boy! There you fucking go. . .Oh shit! Oh fuck. . .ARGH FUCK! AAARRRRGH!"

"Yesssssss!" Chester hissed, burying his face in the sheet as Love thrust balls-deep. The massive Jamaican cock pulsed inside him like a fire-hose; flooding his guts. Chester whimpered, flexing his cunt on the pole until it stopped firing.

"Shit!" Love panted, collapsing on top of Chester. "That was good! You sure you can handle two more rounds?"

"Yes! Please, yes!" Chester begged, feeling Love's cock soothing the demanding ache deep in his guts.

Twice more Love took him, and twice more Chester howled his pleasure as Love hammered that spot deep in his guts, fulfilling Chester's urges. Finally, that spot was being struck, again and again, by the massively-endowed Jamaican power-fucker. On the third round, Love sank balls-deep and Chester erupted seconds before Love did; both men grunting and trembling with delight.

"Fuck. . .you've never cum like that before, Chester," Love noted.

"I've never needed to be fucked so damned badly before," Chester admitted. "Your cock is the only one that does it for me anymore, Dr. Love."

"As it should be, Mr. Mansfield, as it should be," Love crooned then kissed him. Chester kissed him back, flexing his chute on the embedded pole. He was so caught up in the pleasure Love was giving him that he did not notice the vibrating of his phone; Thad's name and number illuminating the screen.

* * * * *

Chapter Three

"Are you cheating on me again?"

Chester had just arrived home, admittedly way too late. It was four in the morning. He had thought Thad would be asleep but he was waiting for on him, seated on the couch. Thad flicked on the light behind him and Chester squinted.

"Answer me, Chester."

"Thad. . .listen. . ."

"Yes or no, Chester. Just. . .fucking. . .answer me!"

Chester swallowed. He hated Thad when he was angry; the veins on his forehead bulging, and his fists clenched. Shit, Chester thought, were they going to fight again?

"Yes," Chester said. "Yes."

"Did he fuck you?"

"What do you think?"

Thad was on him before he could even blink. Chester flinched but held his ground, his fists clenched as he stood face-to-face with Thad; the latter breathing heavily like an angry bull.

"What? You want to hit me, Thad?"

". . .nah, you're not worth it, Chester. I'm sick of this shit!" Thad snapped, turning and walking into the bedroom.

Chester sighed relief. At the same time, he felt bad but it had been bound to happened. He never had been a monogamous man. He stayed with Thad for Thad's sake, not from any true desire of his own. Perhaps he should have made that clear? Too late to reverse course. He entered the bedroom to find Thad hurriedly packing his things.

"I'm sorry, Thad."

Silence. . .

"I should have made it clear that I...I'm not into monogamy."

More silence, save for the rustling of clothes being shoved into a large duffel bag.

"I was never right for you."

"Shut up, Chester!"

Silence. . .

Thad finished packing. He pulled on some clothes. He slung his bag over his shoulder and stopped at the bedroom door, turning to face his former lover. Chester looked him in the eye. He was ashamed, not of himself but that he had hurt Thad's feelings yet again. He did not regret getting fucked by Dr. Love. He did not regret the sweet ache permeating the depths of his body at that very moment.

"I'm going to my sister's. I'll be back tomorrow evening for the rest of my things. I'll give you the spare key then, so make sure you're home."

"OK."

Thad continued staring for a minute longer then shook his head, and turned on his heel. Chester sat on the bed until he heard the door slam. He sat until he heard Thad's car pull out of the driveway and speed off down the street. He flopped back on the bed and exhaled. He stared at the ceiling for a long time; ruminating on what had just happened; on what he could have done differently. Finally, he shook his head. It was inevitable that he and Thad would part ways. They weren't compatible; not truly.

* * *

Chester woke up the next day and rolled over as he often did. However, his head did not meet the beefy chest of his boyfriend. Ex-boyfriend, he reminded himself. He sighed and rolled onto his back, looking up the spinning ceiling fan. Half of himself wanted to smile that he had the house all to himself; that he no longer was stuck in a relationship he never truly wanted. The other half of himself wondered whether he had done the right thing. Sure, he had gone about it in a shit way but he questioned if he would truly be happy without Thad in his life. It was the unknown that made him uneasy.

He busied himself, tidying up the house. He laid the rest of Thad's things out on the bed. No point in drawing out the process longer than it had to be. If Thad was going to leave, then the faster the better. Chester picked up one of Thad's dirty t-shirts from the laundry basket and held it to his nose. Chester smiled. He would miss that smell.

After washing and drying, Chester folded and placed Thad's cleaned clothes with the rest of his things on the bed. At that moment, his stomach growled viciously. The clock read eleven in the morning, and Chester realized that he hadn't eaten anything since the night prior. He didn't feel like going out and so, he ordered in; Chinese food. He was still in his boxers when the delivery arrived. The cute Chinese guy stood at the door, waiting on his payment.

Chester could not help looking him over. He'd never fucked an Asian guy before. The guy was cute though, with a well-built body, and he wondered how big his cock was. He felt free enough to wonder about that, without Thad's presence lurking in his mind.

"Ah. . .mister. . .you gonna pay me or what?"

"Huh? Oh, sorry. . .here," Chester mumbled, pressing the cash into the guy's surprisingly soft hand.

"Have a good day," the guy chimed, turning on his heel and dashing back to the small hatchback parked just beyond the driveway. Chester watched him drive off, his mind still reeling with the fantasy of tasting the cute delivery man's cock. He needed dick, and badly. Fortunately, Dr. Love rang him soon enough.

"Hello, Chester. Up for another night of fucking?"

"He left," Chester blurted.

"Your boyfriend?"

"Yeah. . .he went to his sister's house. He confronted me and I told him the truth."

"Good for you, Chester! About time you did tell the truth. Not that I'm unsympathetic but you needed this."

"Y-Yeah, you're right. I mean. . .I feel bad that I hurt him but, at the same time, I feel a weight has lifted off my shoulders. My heart feels lighter."

"As it should. So, do you want to meet at the hotel or shall I come over to your house at last?"

* * *

Chester was in heaven. Love was deep inside him, the Jamaican power-fucker doing damage with his massive dark-caramel probe; inching back and forth through Chester's eager milk-chocolate hole. Chester gasped as Love pushed deep, balls-deep; the massive cock displacing the previous load Love had pumped inside him. Chester hugged Love tight, locking his ankles around the power-fucker's waist as one deep slow thrust after another filled him and sent him one step closer to total ecstasy.

"Oh fuck. . .yes!" Chester panted, as the giant cock churned inside his guts. Warm cum seeped from his stretched and pouted sphincter as Love increased the pace once more.

"Ah. . .Ah, ah, agh, yes. . .oh fuck, oh fuck. . .yesss!"

"Open up for me, Chester! Open that pussy like you want it. I know you do, hmm? You want all my dick inside you, don't you?"

"Yessss! Fuck yes! Yes!"

"Open up that pussy!"

Chester moaned, relaxing his chute for just a moment. That was all the opportunity Love needed to plunged his entire shaft well into the second hole. Chester's eyes shot open and he howled his delight as Love plundered his depths; exploring every inch of his insides as that massive cock hit deep and soothed the ravenous desire within him. Again and again and again, Love's cock hit home and within seconds Chester erupted.

"Argh! Shit! Auuuuugggh!"

"Yes, boy! Yes! Shoot that nut for me!" Love barked, hammering Chester's guts even as the young man shot rope after rope of creamy nut all over his chest and abs; a few streaks even splattering across his face. "Here it comes, Chester! Agh fuck! Here it comes. . .AUUUGGH!"

Love shuddered and grinded his cock balls-deep inside. Chester whimpered, shivering in the bliss of his own orgasm. Still, he felt every wad of cum pump into him. How could he not, with a massive hard cock like that pumping him full? He pulled Love's chest to his as the older man huffed and spazzed on top of him. Chester inhaled the scent of Love's body; the musk of his sweat and cologne melding and making his cock lurch between them. After some time, Love rolled off him and Chester sat up.

"Amazing, as ever, Chester," Love complimented with a smile. Chester smiled back. He rested his head on Love's hairy chest; fondling the wiry strands and thumbing the man's stiff nipples.

"Keep that up and I'll be inside you sooner than you're ready," Love warned.

"I'm always ready for you," Chester replied, continuing to pleasure the stiff fleshy buds. He leaned over and started suckling one, then the other. Love moaned and his hand wandered to the globes that were Chester's round dark-brown buttocks. Fingers snaked between the crack and pressed against the moist, cum-filled center. Just then, there was a knock at the door.

Chester jumped up. He had almost forgotten entirely that Thad was swinging by that evening. He wiped himself off and pulled on a pair of boxers—Love's boxers—in his haste, and trotted downstairs from the guest bedroom where they'd been fucking to see Thad enter the house. Thad looked at him emotionlessly.

"Hey. . .uh, your things are on our. . .on my bed. I washed your laundry for you too."

"Thanks, I guess. I'll be quick."

Thad was indeed quick. He didn't even bother to fold. He just stuffed clothes in one suitcase; his gaming system and other documents in another along with more clothes. His shoes he placed into a huge shopping bag on his second trip back from the car. It was then, at that final stop just inside the front door, as Thad tossed the spare key on the side table, that he paused. Chester followed his gaze. His heart thudded in his chest as he saw the tops of Love's shoes. They were not as completely hidden as he'd thought; the toe-box of each peeking out from under the table. He swallowed as Thad turned to glare at him.

"Really, Chester? You couldn't even wait a day?"

Chester remained silent as Thad shook his head.

"He's upstairs right? Hiding in the bathroom?"

"No," Chester finally spoke. "We're fucking in the guest bedroom. Your clothes and things were on the bed so. . ."

"Wow! You really are a piece of shit, Chester, you know that?"

"Yeah, I am. And you deserve better than a guy who's gonna fuck around on you. That's what you want to hear, right? That you're better than me? OK, Thad! You're better than me, with your monogamy and commitment, and all that other bullshit I never wanted. I was just doing it to please you."

Chester could not believe the words pouring from his mouth, but he'd said them. He had not been sarcastic either. He was a slut, plain and simple. It wasn't that he felt he was any less worthy as a man or a human being than Thad was. He would never believe that. All he wanted was the freedom to be able to fuck any guy he chose to, without worrying about hurting someone else's feelings; a freedom that monogamy had denied him and tricked him into believing was wrong. He was free and finally, he had decided to embrace it. Thad just stared at him for a while longer.

"Yeah," he said finally, with more than a bit of aggression. "I'll be good without YOU, Chester."

"Same here."

Thad shook his head again and walked out the door, slamming it behind him. Chester breathed a sigh of relief the moment the door closed. He did not even wait for Thad to pull out of the driveway before he returned to the bedroom and kicked off Love's boxers.

"Quite an exchange, Chester! I'm glad you stood up for yourself."

"Thanks," he replied, sliding back into bed, "but you know what, Frederik? Sometimes you talk too damn much. Shut up and fuck me."

With that, he planted a kiss on Love's lips. He turned onto his stomach and raised his ass invitingly. Love straddled him and easily pushed inside. Chester moaned; letting every inch slide into him until Love was resting on top, slowly grinding and churning his massive cock round inside.

"This is what you wanted, hmm?" Love chuckled.

"Yes! Now, fuck me," Chester demanded, turning his head and locking lips with Love as the Jamaican ass-destroyer began to saw back and forth through him.

* * * * *

Chapter Four

"Are you serious?"

"Yes! What, you thought I survived on my clients alone? I wouldn't have clients if it weren't for this!"

"I didn't know I was getting involved with a drug dealer!"

"I don't deal drugs, Chester! I administer this formula to my clients, admittedly without their knowledge, so the object of their desire falls in love with them. Lust really. As for the drug dealing, I give it on consignment to the local kingpin and he gives me a cut of the profits."

"That's still drug dealing, Frederik! Wait...so what? Am I addicted to this. . .love drug of yours now?"

"I call it love-juice but maybe. Even without it, you'd still want me, wouldn't you, Chester?"
Chester moaned. Frederik Barton, aka Dr. Love, stood before him; his naked body on display.

Chester caressed the man's hairy chest. He sucked on the stiff nipples, savoring Frederik's moans. The man's strong hands kneaded his ass, spread them; his fingers found his pucker and pushed inside.

"Shit!"

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

"Fuck me, Frederik! Fuck me!"

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

Chester Mansfield woke up. He groaned as he sat up. His asshole ached. Frederik had fucked him good and deep, as he always did. The sweet ache in his ass made his morning wood throb harder. Chester flopped back in bed. It hadn't been a dream. Frederik had admitted that he was a drug dealer. He'd confessed to having made Chester addicted to his love-juice. Even so, Chester knew the fucking Frederik had given him was not merely a product of his imagination. The drug was only an enhancement of the pleasure, not its cause. Chester smiled as he groped his stiff six inches, recalling how Frederik's cock had sank so deep inside him that he had felt the man's hairy balls pressed against his skin. He recalled the hard throbbing of the massive shaft as it lanced thirteen inches deep, again and again.

"Fuck!"

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

"Who the fuck is that?!" Chester hissed as he flung off the covers, pulled on a pair of boxers and headed downstairs.

The house was a far cry from what it had been when he lived with Thad. Chester's formerly neat and tidy house was a mess. Dirty clothing was strewn across the bedroom floor. There was a mild funk in the air as he and Frederik had not done the laundry in almost two weeks. Their home life had boiled down to sex, sex and more sex...and the drug. Taking huge whiffs of it got them high and horny. Then, they would get lost in the pleasures of each other's body for hours on end, neglecting everything else. So much so in fact, that Chester ended up getting fired from his job at the skeptics' magazine, not that he cared. Frederik's matchmaking and drug dealing brought in enough money for them both.

The kitchen was not much better, with three days worth of dirty dishes clogging the sink. Chester grabbed a somewhat clean sheet and flung it over the couch to make it look neat and hide the cum stains before opening the door to the most unwelcomed visitor.

The man was Latino. Older, maybe age forty-something. He was hot though, with a beige complexion; thick curly raven hair with strands of silver running through it, and a neat pencil mustache surmounting his full pink lips. He was muscular too, about five-foot-ten. Chester's cock stirred in his underwear, even as he noted the police badge dangling from a slender chain around the man's neck. Since he was not wearing uniform, he was clearly a detective. Frederik had said that the police might come snooping. All Chester had to do was play his role.

"Can I help you, officer?" Chester greeted.

"You're Chester Mansfield, correct? I'm Detective Thiago Ortiz. I'm here to ask you a few questions about your acquaintance, Frederik Barton, also known as Dr. Love."

"Ah. . .I see. Well, come in," Chester said, allowing the man inside.

Chester licked his lips as he watched the detective sit. He truly was a handsome man.

"I'm about to make some coffee. Just woke up. Would you like some?"

"No thanks. Just here to ask some questions."

"Sure," Chester said, putting the water to boil. "Excuse me a moment. I have to go piss. Just woke up like I said."

"Take your time. I'll be here," Ortiz said, a bemused expression on his face.

In the bathroom, Chester opened the tiny vial and inhaled deeply. He shuddered. His asshole twitched and his hardening cock sprung to full erection. He dabbed a small bit of the fluid to his neck and underarms, fit the plug back into the the vial and returned to the front room.

"So, Detective Ortiz, how can I help you?" Chester asked as he sat on the chair opposite, his legs spread. He caught Ortiz's glance shift to his obvious erection.

"Are you aware Frederik is running a drug business?"

"Really? I had no idea! What kind of drugs?"

"That's what I hoped you could enlighten me on. He doesn't seem to be pushing the regular narcotics such as cocaine, marijuana, heroin; not even LSD or 'shrooms. I'm sure you're familiar with the names of those, at least."

Chester did not miss Ortiz's little jab at him. He knew he looked a bit strung out. He'd lost some weight, after all. Focusing on nothing but hot sex to the detriment of everything else, including eating and exercise, would do that to a person. He opened and closed his thighs, drawing Ortiz's attention once more to his cock. The detective's gaze lingered longer the second time, and he licked his lips. The drug was taking hold. The scent of it was undetectable but its effects were potent.

"Yes, I've heard of them. Never tried them before, if that's what you're suggesting."

"I never did," Ortiz smiled. "I notice your house is a bit of a mess. Had a party last night?"

"Oh, something like that."

"Was Frederik among the guests? Tell me about him."

"As far as I know, he's a wonderful matchmaker. A stand-up guy, as they say. Of course, I don't know him well enough to vouch that he doesn't have nefarious dealings but I have no clue about such things."

"And what about yourself? Fired from the magazine you worked for last month for lack of attendance."

"Well, it was a shit job anyway," Chester grinned, as he watched Ortiz shift uncomfortably in his seat, trying to hide the rising bulge at his crotch while glancing ever more furtively at Chester's hard cock. Chester had spread his legs even wider, letting his erection tent his boxers.

"Something the matter, detective? You seem uneasy. Maybe take some deep breaths?"

"Yes, maybe," Ortiz mumbled, taking Chester's advice, which only increased the amount of the drug he was taking into his lungs. "I don't seem to be feeling so well all of a sudden."

"No, you're fine, detective. You just see something you want," Chester chuckled, letting his stiff cock slip out through the slit at the front of his underwear. His cock stood firm, six inches long, the pink head exposed and dribbling precum. Ortiz licked his lips and groped the outline of his swollen cock running along his thigh.

"I won't tell a soul, Detective. Come taste it," Chester crooned.

Ortiz slid off the couch and crawled between Chester's legs. Chester moaned as Ortiz gobbled his prick, engulfing Chester's manhood in the warm wetness of his mouth. Chester leaned back in the chair, moaning softly as Ortiz worshipped his cock like a pro. Clearly, it was not his first time with a man. The drug always worked more effectively if the victim was willing.

"What would your wife think, you sucking my hard black cock?" Chester teased. Ortiz looked up, his eyes wide.

"You won't tell her, will you?!"

"No, of course not! It's our secret," Chester assured then guided Ortiz back down on his prick; smiling at having received confirmation of his hypothesis.

Chester ran his fingers through Ortiz's curly raven locks. He gripped two fistfuls and forced the man's face into his pubes. Ortiz choked but continued sucking. Spit dribbled down Chester's balls as he used Ortiz's head like a pocket-pussy, guiding the man up and down his raging boner until he felt the cum churn in his balls.

"My turn," he panted, shoving Ortiz off his cock. "Sit on the couch! Let me taste that fat Latin monster!"

Ortiz flopped back on the sofa and fished his cock out. Just as Chester had suspected, it was a big dick! A big delicious dick: nine inches long and thick, dark-brown shaft topped by a pink head, barely visible as the foreskin slid slowly backward. Chester moaned as he lapped up the dribbled precum then sealed his lips on the beast.

"Oh fuck!" Ortiz gasped, gripping the back of Chester's head. "Suck me off! Oh fuck!"

Chester peeled the skin back with his tongue, then sank lower. He savored Ortiz's groans of pleasure as he focused on the pink knob, smaller than the rest of the thick shaft but just as sensitive. Then he sank lower, his lips stretching as he took more of the thick Latin inches. Ortiz's grip tightened as Chester let the cock into his throat.

"Fuck! Yes! All the way!" Ortiz urged.

Chester braced himself then forced himself down, taking the entire thick throbbing rod to the root.

"Oh fuck! Yes! Fuuuuck!" Ortiz roared, shuddering as Chester began to worship his entire shaft.
Up and down, he slurped, using tons of spit to get the girthy monster wet. Of course, it was no competition for Frederik's cock but Chester could appreciate the Latin beast for the prize cock that it was. His asshole twitched every time that beast filled his throat. He moaned as Ortiz leaned forward and rubbed two spit-wet fingers on Chester's well-used cunt. The eager bottom pushed back on the invading digits, his asshole gobbling them both up to the knuckle.

"Shit! What a hungry hole!" Ortiz grunted. "You want my cock in you bad, eh, boy?"

"Mmm hmm!" Chester moaned, flexing his hole on the wiggling fingers.

"Get up on the couch!"

Chester obeyed, kicking off his boxers completely and clambering onto the couch, leaning forward over the backrest as Ortiz knelt and shoved his smooth face in between his cheeks. Ortiz's tongue attacked his hole, and Chester crooned his pleasure. Ortiz's strong hands spread his milk-chocolate cheeks and the tongue sank deeper; squirming and thrashing around inside his rectum. He pushed back on the detective's face, riding that magical tongue. He was already wet with the remnants of Frederik's cum, and Ortiz did not waste any more time. Chester arched his back and groaned as Ortiz sank his fat nine-inch monster to the root. The thick Latin beast filled his hole, and Chester could not control the rapid flexing of his cunt. Ortiz leaned in over him, moaning, as his cock lurched in response.

"Shit! What a hot fucking hole, man!" Ortiz grunted. "Gonna enjoy railing your guts!"

With that, Ortiz straightened up, gripped Chester by the shoulders and began to plunge through his guts. He made deep deliberate strokes that made Chester thrill with pleasure. His asshole quivered on the invading cock. He bit his bottom lip and moaned, feeling the full magnificent girth and length of that heavy Latin beast gouging into his depths. It was good. Certainly not as deep as Frederik got but more than enough to send shivers of pleasure racing up Chester's guts. Then, the strokes got faster and Ortiz's weight slammed harder into his backside.

"Ooooh fuck! Yes!" Chester whimpered, taking every heavy stroke like the champ he was.

"Fucking hungry cunt! Your asshole is fucking eating my cock, man! You're taking me so goddamn deep!"

"Yes! Use me, Ortiz! Fucking pound my guts! Make me your fucking whore!"

"Fuck!"

Ortiz leaned in and turned Chester's face to his. Chester grunted on the warm wet tongue slithering into his mouth. He growled as Ortiz pounded his guts; the detective's muscular pelvis clapping his backside. He threw his ass back on the inward strokes, arching his back even deeper and digging his nails into the fabric of the couch.

"Oh my God! Oh my freaking God! Yes, Ortiz! Yes!"

"Shit! Your hole is so fucking wet! Grip my cock tighter, boy...Yes! Just like that! I'm gonna breed your hungry black cunt!" 

Ortiz slammed his cock faster into Chester's guts. That only made Chester howl with pleasure. He loved the feeling of getting his asshole plowed open. He was addicted to that as much as he was to the love-juice. Ortiz's pace was frantic. The hunky detective huffed and grunted as his stroke went wild. Chester opened his ass up just as the man erupted.

"Eeeerrrrrrhhh! Fuck! Fuck! Oh fuck! Errrggggghh! Mmmmmmmm fuck!"

Chester whimpered as he savored the man's bellowing roar. He flexed his asshole on the pulsing cock, feeling every shot of cum flooding his insides. He moaned as Ortiz dug in balls-deep and stayed there, letting his cock drain. Chester eagerly milked the throbbing monster; delighted to absorb every drop of cum. He turned his face and kissed Ortiz, whore turned the gesture, moaning as he sucked on Chester's tongue.

"What an incredible performance!"

Ortiz stumbled backward off the couch, and his cock popped from Chester's winking cunt. Chester looked up and grinned as he saw Frederik, phone in hand, recording.

"You! You can't do that! Delete that video, right now!" Ortiz barked.

"You have no power here, Detective," Frederik chuckled. "Besides, I'm sure Captain Thomson wouldn't like the fact that one of his detectives is being so intimate with a potential witness. . .or maybe even suspect. Isn't that a conflict of interest, Detective Thiago Ortiz? Maybe the good Captain might even fire you for such misconduct."

Ortiz growled in defiance but it was obvious he had been defeated.

"What do you want?" Ortiz asked, begrudgingly.

"Now that's what I like to hear," Frederik chimed, a huge grin curling his lips.

* * * * *

Chapter Five

A few weeks had passed, and Frederik had Ortiz like a worm on a hook; his personal lackey. Chester had his role to play as well in keeping the hunky Latino detective hooked. He made sure to discreetly use the love-juice on Ortiz every time he came over to receive orders from Frederik; having become the Jamaican ass-destroyer's inside man in the city's police department. For his hard work in that regard, Chester became the reward.

"Mm hm! Fuck yeah! Fuck me, Ortiz!" Chester whimpered, lying on his back in bed, the springs creaking as Ortiz lay on top of him, pounding away in his guts.

Chester's eyes were glazed over, both with the pleasure drilling his insides and the effects of the love-juice. He gripped Ortiz's meaty hairy ass-cheeks tighter, his fingers digging into the flesh as Ortiz fucked him harder. The man's weight pressed down heavier, pushing Chester's knees closer to his ears as he knees were hooked over the detective's broad shoulders.

"Fuck. . .fuck, Chester! Gonna fucking nut in your ass!" Ortiz grunted.

"Yes! I want it! Cum!"

"Fuck! Argh fuck! Fuuuuuck! Eeeerrrggghh!"

Chester sighed, feeling the massively thick Latin beast pulsing hard in his guts. He felt the sweet warmth flood his guts, and savored the hot panting weight of the man pressing down on top of him. Chester moaned softly, his mind blank but for the pleasure filling him. How many times had Ortiz plowed him that week? Shit, how many times that day? The man truly was a beast: every horny with a primal lust that urged Chester to open his cunt to the man's eager cock. Slowly, Ortiz withdrew and rolled onto his back beside Chester.

"Suck my cock clean," Ortiz ordered.

Chester obeyed; eagerly sealing his lips over the hot throbbing organ that had just been nestled balls-deep up his ass. He tasted his own funk and the sweet-salty tinge of Ortiz's cum. He sank his lips down around the root, easily swallowing the rod and slurping on it. He polished the throbbing beast clean and continued his hungry sucking until Ortiz pulled him off.

"I'm gonna take a nap then I'm gonna fuck you again. Be in bed when I wake up," he grunted.

Ortiz turned over and was quickly snoring lightly. Chester sighed and rose up out of bed. He pulled on the filthy piss-and-cum stained boxer he'd been wearing for the last week and headed to the bathroom to take a leak. It was one of the few clean rooms left in the house, aside from the guest bedroom and storage closet under the stairs. The master bedroom reeked of sweat and cum. On the upstairs landing, dirty clothes lined the corridor.

After he'd taken his piss, Chester made to return to the bedroom when he heard Frederik's voice from downstairs. He seemed to be emotional: between restrained anger and distress. Chester moved closer, listening as he crouched just out of sight at the top of the stairs.

"Listen. . .yes but. . .OK, I get that!" Frederik snapped. He paced up and down. "OK, OK.

Yes! Yes. . .yes. . .understood but I need to move more product to. . .OK good. . .what about them? OK. Well, that's better. . .don't worry about that, I'll get it done. . .I said I'll fucking get it done, alright!"

Chester listened as Frederik laid his phone on the table then punched into the couch cushions.

"Shit! Shit! Shit! That! Fucking! Stupid! Ass!" Frederik yelled with every punch. There was silence as Frederik calmed himself down, panting hard.

"Chester. . .I know you're there."

Chester stood and walked to down the stairs.

"How much did you hear?"

"Just your end. What's going on?"

"Don't worry about it too much. Suffice to say, my old police connection is trying to screw me over, as if I wouldn't notice. That's why I was so happy when you helped me trap Ortiz. He's got connections to that vicious Latino gang on the north side. They'll be my new dealers. I'll cut off my police connection and the southside gang he's in bed with, and if they cause trouble, Los Padrinos will be only too happy to take out a crooked cop along with their biggest rival."

"Sounds like a good plan."

"I think so too but enough of that. How was our man in bed today?"

"Good but not anywhere near as good as you," Chester purred.

"That's what I like to hear," Frederik growled, pulling Chester into a kiss.

Chester moaned. He loved the way Frederik kissed him. He relished the man's hands on his skin, caressing his back and buttocks. Frederik's fingers slid into his moist crack then into his pouted cum-slick hole. He moaned deeply as Frederik's tongue slid into his mouth and the fingers sank deeper in his open chute.

"You're so damned open, Chester! Get my dick wet!"

They broke their kiss as Chester went down, fishing Frederik's massive thirteen-inch monster from his boxers. The giant dark-caramel tower jerked wildly as Chester stroked its length. He peeled the foreskin down past the bulbous pink head then engulfed it.

"Oooh yes!" Frederik sighed, gripping the back of Chester's head.

Chester sank deeper, opening his throat and swallowing every inch until his nose was buried in Frederik's thick bushy pubes. The strong unwashed stench of sweat, piss and cum turned him on as he worked the entire monstrously long and thick cock over in his throat. Up and down he slithered, wet and sloppy until he had Frederik's balls and pubes soaked in his warm sticky saliva.

"Take these off," Frederik growled, tugging at Chester's boxers. "I want you naked."

Chester stood and slipped them off while Frederik kicked off his own. Chester, once again, took in the glory of Frederik's body. Despite having been on a weeks-long love-juice binge along with Chester, his body was still muscular and toned, hard and manly. Chester straddled his lover's lap and guided the huge eager dick to his moist chute. He grunted as the head breached his sphincter but moaned sweetly as it filled him. He eased his ass back, sliding slowly down the entire rod until he had the entire thing lodged to the root in his guts.

Slowly, he started riding; savoring the throbbing monster within him. It lurched and stiffened; sending bolts of pleasure up his rectum. He rode faster as Frederik gripped two fistfuls of his firm round ass and suckled hit tits.

"Oooooh fuck! Frederik!" he gasped, rising and falling over more of the massive length that stretched his insides while clogging them completely at the same time.

Frederik's tit-suckling increased in ferocity, almost as if he wanted to suck Chester's nipples right off his chest. Chester groaned and rode even faster, dropping his bare ass down on Frederik's lap with loud rhythmic claps. The flesh-to-flesh action intensified as Frederik began to thrust upward on each of Chester's down-strokes. The fingers pressed into his flesh harder; Frederik's grip tightened.

"Gosh, Chester! Your cunt is perfect! So goddamn wet on my dick! Ride faster! Squeeze my cock! Make me cum!"

Chester rode faster. He clenched his asshole tight. Frederik moaned. He gripped Chester's ass so tight that he screamed.

"Argh fuck, Frederik!"

"Yes! Yes! Fuck, I'm gonna cum, Chester! Fuck! Urrrrggghh! Urgh! Urh! Urggghhh!"

Chester arched his back as Frederik held him and pulled him forward on top of him. Chester pressed his forehead to Frederik's, both of them panting hard. He kissed him, and Frederik returned it in equal measure. Chester tasted his man's tongue and felt his hands caress his ass and up his back. He felt his man's cock throb inside of him, giving him the last of its load. He flexed his hole and Frederik moaned. His man licked and sucked on his nipples then flipped him onto his back without removing his cock. That massive monster stayed hard as steel and lodged deep as Frederik hauled Chester's legs over his shoulders. Chester sucked on Frederik's lips then bit down gently as thirteen massively long and thick inches pushed in to the root. Chester hugged Frederik close as the Jamaican ass-plunger began thrusting through him anew, sending waves of pleasure through his body.

"Here," Frederik said, grabbing a tiny vial of love-juice from the table and holding it to Chester's nose.

Chester inhaled deeply and felt the thrill of the drug soak through every cell in his body. By the time Frederik got to hammering his cock home balls-deep, Chester's eyes were, once again, glazed over. He moaned softly, staring up at the ceiling as Frederik pummeled his insides straight to orgasm.

* * * * *

Chapter Six

It did not take long for Chester to become even more deeply involved in Frederik's drug business. He went from just Frederik's favorite bed-warmer to his partner in the lab; which Frederik had set up in Chester's basement. He learned the ins and outs of manufacturing the unique drug, known as love-juice. Somehow, he managed to control himself while making the stuff but once they'd finished the increasingly larger batches, they had their fun with the small amount they'd set aside for themselves.

The fucking was incredible. Chester's asshole had never been so open in his entire life. He spent almost every night moaning as Frederik took him, hard and brutal like an animal. That was only the first round. The second, he would go gentle and make love to Chester's aching cunt; love so sweet that Chester would beg for more and Frederik would give it to him in the third round: deep powerful thrusts that had him howling as his asshole spazzed like crazy.

On nights when Frederik was out, Chester often entertained Thiago Ortiz, the Latino detective who had himself become a love-juice addict. Those nights were wonderful too, as the Latin fucker had an entirely different fuck-style to Frederik. Ortiz took him like a beast too but instead of straight pounding, Ortiz gyrated and ground his cock round inside Chester's guts. That thick Latin monster stretched him wonderfully wide, relentlessly plowing him for what seemed like hours before Ortiz came: once, twice, three and sometimes even four times per night.

It had been almost a week since he'd seen Frederik, which was odd. Frederik told had told Chester that he would be going to the next state over, as he often did, to handle some business there as he'd continued his cover as a matchmaker. However, Frederik had never been away for so long. Had it not been for the regular visits from Ortiz, he would have gone crazy. He'd grown as addicted to cock as he had the love-juice and needed a good deep pounding nightly.

It was just as the hunky Latin detective reached his second nut that the front door banged open and authoritative yells filled the house. Ortiz immediately dropped to his knees, identifying himself as a cop to the swat team raiding the place. Chester saw what was happening but was almost too high on love-juice to respond. He simply rolled off the couch onto the floor as he was cuffed and dragged out and into a waiting police car.

By the time he came out of his drug-induced stupor, he was in a holding cell at the local police precinct. He quickly took stock of the situation and rightly refused to talk when the police questioned him, even with their empty threats and emotional appeals. In the end, he was placed on remand; mainly on charges of drug manufacturing, possession with intent to supply, and possession of an unlicensed firearm (which Chester had no clue about). As much as Frederik had tried to play Ortiz, the detective had played him in return. Despite the possible repercussions, he had reported his transgression to his superior, who had told him to play along in order to build a case.

When Chester asked his lawyer about Frederik, his world broke. Frederik, the man he had trusted and had essentially given up his life for, had booked an international flight to Brazil and the American authorities had lost track of him somewhere between Bahia and Rio. The prosecution added other charges on top of those he'd already been stuck with, and Chester knew he was done. He took a plea, cooperating with authorities by giving up the formula of love-juice and naming names. His cooperation granted him a lenient sentence of ten years with the possibility of early release. The fact that he'd been manipulated, used and abused—along with the fact that it was his first offence—was taken into account.

* * *

Chester would never get used to the drab olive-green jumper, he thought as he looked himself over in the mirror. He'd only been placed in his cell a few weeks prior but already he was adjusting to life in the State Penitentiary. The withdrawal symptoms from love-juice were not as bad as with other drugs. Having been locked up for a while on remand at the city jail, he'd been forced to go cold-turkey and his body had mostly cleansed the drug from his system. The only remaining after-effect was his increased libido.

At first he questioned whether it was just the fact that he was a gay man surrounded by other men. However, he quickly realized it was indeed the after-effect of love-juice still making him horny. Due to having 'snitched'—in addition to being gay—Chester was placed in a special protective unit. That made everything easier, and his new cell mate was more than happy to take care of both Chester's needs and his own.

Damion Carter was a hung and horny bastard. Younger than Chester at nineteen compared to Chester's recently turned twenty-three, he was still bigger and stronger at six-foot-four compared to Chester's five-eleven; a mountain of pure black, ebony-skinned muscle. He was a beast of a man for sure but still needed protective custody. It hadn't been his fault that the fifteen year-old boy had lied and made Damion believe he was eighteen. What had been Damion's fault was not stopping when the kid was begging; his ripped-open asshole bleeding over Damion's giant-sized shaft.

The alert for lights out rang across the cellblock. The doors automatically slid shut. Chester slowly slid out of his jumper, stripping naked in front of Damion as the big stud did the same. He held out his hand and Chester took it, allowing Damion to guide him toward the bed as the lights went out.

Chester moaned, feeling Damion's big strong arms embrace him. He felt the warmth of the younger man against his body as they kissed. The big paws groped and pulled his ass-cheeks apart, and thick fingers massaged petroleum jelly into his well-stretched cunt. Chester gasped, arching his back as Damion fingered him deep. Chester reached behind himself and grabbed Damion's massive throbbing pipe: eleven inches long and eight inches thick; midnight-black and uncircumcised.

Without having to be told, Chester aimed the tip to his ass. He peeled back the ebony foreskin, allowing the huge pink knob to kiss his pouted pucker. He eased back on it, moaning as it quickly filled his gap. He sank all the way down, clenching his ass on the thick base of the pole. Damion's paws gripped his firm buttocks as he started to ride. They moaned in unison as Chester rode faster and Damion caressed his body, reaching up and rubbing on his tits. One massive hand sealed around his neck and squeezed gently. Chester's hard six inches lurched as it stood firm above his balls, drooling precum over Damion's smooth skin.

He rode faster, clapping his buttocks down on the massive ebony thighs. The grip around his throat tightened. The massive ass-plunger jammed up his guts and a harsh rasping scream escaped Chester's lips. Damion rammed harder up inside him. Faster. Skin clapped skin, and Chester was sure their neighbors were fapping like mad. Not that he cared. All that mattered in that moment was the pleasure gouging his insides.

The hard pounding continued; Chester slamming his ass down on the upward-thrusting cock. His hole was fully open. It spazzed and quivered. His hard cock lurched. Damion's iron-hard grip further constricted his breathing. His cock lurched again. He was about to cum!

Unable to announce his orgasm, he could only huff as he launched shot after shot of hot creamy cum over Damion's broad beefy chest and stomach. Damion did not stop, however. Chester continued to choke as Damion grunted and hammered ever upward, harder and faster; practically jostling Chester off his cock a few times. Chester's eyes rolled up in his head as his lungs burned. He grasped Damion's massive wrist; silently begging for mercy. That sent Damion over the edge, grunting and shaking as he flooded Chester's guts. Finally, the tight grip relaxed and Chester gasped for air. He slumped forward over Damion's cum-soaked chest and the big man held him close, caressing his back while his massive cock oozed the last of its cum balls-deep in Chester's ass.

Over the last few weeks, Damion had treated Chester with more kindness than Frederik ever had. Certainly, he was a bit rough during sex but the cock-addicted bottom had come to crave the young top's primal brutality. Damion's flagpole touched every pleasure spot inside him; even soothing that deep sweet ache inside that Chester had been convinced only Frederik could reach. In addition, Damion protected him from the other vicious weirdos that populated the special unit. While Chester had done some boxing in high school, he would have been easy prey for those crazy bastards.

As he went down on Damion, tasting the warm wet cock that has just been in his ass, Chester felt a sense of peace. Perhaps the next ten years would not be so bad, as long as he had Damion's cock to keep him content.