Long Road to Submission

Hunter's Story

Five Months Ago

The bed was lumpy, the air-conditioning was out of whack, and the lights from the football field were blinding even with the blackout curtains. Hunter Crain rolled out of bed and gave up on getting a good night's sleep. He quickly changed into a hoodie and shorts before slipping out of his apartment and into the cool May air.

He’d arrived on campus a week ago, less than a month after graduation with little more than the clothes on his back and what he could fit in a backpack and two duffels. It was unusual for college freshmen to begin their education during the summer semester, but after a few lengthy phone calls, he managed to work it out. The lady from housing wasn’t thrilled to interrupt her vacation for him, but within two hours of setting foot in Bentonville he had the keys to his apartment, and by the end of the day he’d used most of his savings furnishing the place.

Unfortunately for Hunter classes didn’t start for two weeks. That meant two weeks in an unfamiliar town, with no one he knew, with nothing to do. He explored the campus, spent ample time at the gym, and stopped by Coach’s office to get a training schedule and his wrestling singlets. But by the time his muscles were on fire and he knew every building inside and out he still had too many hours in the day and nothing to fill them with. 

So he began walking. It was a habit he’d picked up back in Kansas City, in the period between when his father disappeared and his mother became sick. Every evening he’d escape and wander the streets he’d grown up on. It wasn’t a great neighborhood but everyone knew him, and his situation, and even though he was shorter than most of the other guys he knew his physique and reputation on the wrestling mat made sure no one fucked with him. The habit had died down the older he got but after a few nights in an unfamiliar bed he found himself slipping back into routine, often walking more than ten miles in a night.

Bentonville wasn’t a remarkable town. The college was the only reason it existed and most of the population either worked for the university or had failed to move on after graduation. Within the first two nights Hunter had traversed most of the residential and business districts, he knew which businesses were open late and which neighborhoods were the loudest at night. Within three days he began wandering further out into the countryside, as far as the sidewalks would take him and then some. It was solitary, exhausting, and the best part of Hunter’s day.

He found the bar on his fourth night of walking. It was small, located off the county highway, and far removed from the other bars in town. It was the fifth night before he mustered the courage to enter. He had a fake ID from high school, used only to purchase a cheap dildo from Spencer's when he was in the early stages of figuring out his sexuality, but it worked there and it worked here. The bouncer, a bear wearing nothing but a thong and harness, let him in without so much as a second glance.

He knew it was a gay bar. The first night he’d seen two guys fucking in the back of a truck in the parking lot; they noticed and invited him to join but he declined and immediately returned home. The possibility intrigued and scared him in equal measure, he’d never come out while at home, between caring for his mother, fighting with the insurance company, graduating with honors, and winning a full-ride wrestling scholarship he never found the right time and didn’t feel it would be worth it. Now, with this new and complete freedom, the possibilities were almost overwhelming.

That first night that he entered he was taken aback by how sparse the place was. Sure, Bentonville wasn’t the metropolis Kansas City was, but he figured the only gay bar in miles would attract a good amount of rural queers. Instead he found a handful of guys, two or three his age, most ten to twenty years older, almost all of them wearing the hollowed look of resignation that comes with knowing that the life you have will never be the one you wanted. It was too depressing, Hunter stayed for less than half an hour before leaving, only making eye contact with what appeared to be a businessman sitting at the bar, the only one without the look. They exchanged a look and nodded before Hunter exited.

The third night he came back (and the second night he entered) he lingered longer. Most of the same crowd was there, but his apprehension about their demeanor had lessened, who was he to judge? He sat at the bar and got a beer, sipping it as he mulled over the changes that had rocked his life, most brought on by himself. 

“Couldn’t stay away huh?” A voice said. Hunter looked up, it was the businessman from before, two seats away. Like most of the other patrons, he was older, in his mid-40s at least. His black hair had traces of gray in it and creases on their way to wrinkles lined his face. Hunter looked him over. His body was aging but he kept good care of it, his stubble was tamed, his arms pleasantly toned, his outfit expensive. What was he doing here?

“I have a lot of free time.” 

“Is that so?” The businessman let out a chuckle and Hunter noted the crow’s feet as he smiled before realizing that it looked good on him. This man was aging with grace and Hunter felt himself drawn to it, and when the man looked back at him again, clearly expecting something more, Hunter contemplated giving it to him.

“Classes don’t start for another ten days, just killing time.” Hunter took another drink.

“Well then, you have my sympathies.” The man raised his own glass and the two toasted to ten more days of boredom. “I’m Adam.”

“Hunter.” The two shook hands and enjoyed the rest of their drinks in silence. Hunter left shortly after, not wanting to walk home tipsy. That night he slept better than he had in months.

He returned the next night, not expecting anything. His muscles ached from the day's workout and his brain felt like mush after receiving the syllabi for his upcoming classes. Tonight he planned to use the bar for its intended purpose, getting shitfaced so he wouldn’t have to think about anything else. He smiled as he entered and saw Adam at his spot in the bar, then realized the man was the closest thing he had to a friend in the town. He plopped down next to him and offered a smile.

“You’re here often,” Hunter said by way of greeting.

“Guilty. It’s cheap and on the way home.”

“You live in town or…”

“Got a place in the country, about thirty minutes from here.”

“That’s quite the commute.” Adam laughed, and Hunter took his expression in.

“It’s nice enough, you should come see it sometime.” Adam raised his eyebrows at Hunter, who blushed at the insinuation before noticing the ring on his finger.

“And would she… be chill with that?” Hunter put his finger on the ring, then moved it to Adam’s hand, the first time they’d touched. Adam smiled and pulled his hand back to inspect the ring.

“He is more than okay with it. Neither of us likes to bottom so we look elsewhere. We’ve been very happy.”

“And I am happy to hear that,” Hunter replied, giving his own smile. His night was becoming clearer, everything about Adam was alluring and he wanted to know him better, even if it was purely carnal.

“Doing anything else tonight?” Adam asked, sheepishly looking away as he did. Jesus, Hunter was turning this man into a giddy teenager. He kind of liked it and looked at him with amusement as he finished his drink with a long swig.

“I don’t have a car.” He finally replied.

“Lucky for you I do,” Adam said as he paid his tab and walked out.

---

Adam and Hunter talked the entire way to Adam’s house, and within minutes they’d established the familiar patterns of old friends. Adam shared most of his life's story, growing up in Mississippi, running away to college in New York after realizing he was queer, and becoming the wildly successful owner of a tech company specializing in medical equipment. Hunter told Adam about his childhood, his father never coming home from work when he was twelve, his mother’s bipolar disorder worsening soon after, and his love for wrestling and dream of becoming an author. 

By the time they reached Adam’s house, which was closer to a mansion, they couldn’t wait to get their hands on each other. Adam, in a showcase of surprising strength, carried Hunter through the length of the house and up two staircases before depositing him in one of the guest bedrooms and furiously kissing him. They each took the other in, eagerly tasting lip and tongue. Hunter reveled in Adam’s weight on top of him as he thrust his bulge against his ass. Loved feeling the security of another man determined to give him pleasure. Hunter opened his mouth wider and moaned as Adam stuck his tongue down his throat. This was heaven, he needed Adam, wanted to feel the weight of his cock inside him, and needed to be fucked in a way that asserted his worth. With fumbling hands he grappled at Adam's belt, running his hands over what he could already tell was a massive cock straining to break free.

“You want some huh? You want daddy’s cock?” Adam breathed as he stripped his shirt off. Hunter unclasped the belt and pulled his pants and briefs down together, giggling in anticipation as Adams' thick eight-inch cock sprang out at attention. 

“Fuck yes, I want it.” Hunter sat up and removed his shorts and shirt with two rapid motions until he was in nothing but his socks. 

The two men sized each other up, huge smiles on their faces. Hunter was ripped, his six-pack easily visible without flexing, and muscles well-defined everywhere else, not to mention a deliciously juicy bubble butt courtesy of genetics and many hours of squats in the gym. Adam wasn’t an Olympian but his chest was tight and smooth and his legs were nicely shaped. Hunter positioned himself on his back and let his head fall off the bed, open for Adam’s dick to enter his mouth. It hovered over his head, swaying back and forth, it took everything in his power not to suck him dry.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” Adam paused. “I’m old enough to be your father.”

“That’s exactly why I want it,” Hunter replied, at that moment realizing he had an insatiable attraction to older men. Adam laughed and lowered his cock into Hunter’s mouth, who immediately went to work on it. Hunter struggled to fit Adam in at first, he was hesitant to admit he was a virgin but felt comfortable enough to give it his best shot. He moved his tongue along Adam’s shaft, breathing in his musk and cologne as he worked his dick further down his throat until his nose was buried in Adam’s bush. He let out a moan and began stroking himself as Adam’s balls began to slap against his face, reveling in this position of submission.

“Don’t touch yourself yet.” Adam breathed, moving Hunter’s hand away from his member. “I’ll get you off.” Hunter complied, resting his hands at his side as he took Adam’s balls into his mouth and caused a fresh wave of moans from him. For his first time, he was proving pretty good at this. Then Adam removed his cock, dripping with precum, and spit onto Hunter’s face.

“I want to fuck you.”

“I’ve never bottomed.”

Adam went to the nightstand and produced a bottle of lube. 

“Do you trust me?” Hunter nodded and got on his hands and knees, he flexed his hole as he felt Adam slather the cool liquid onto it, and let out an instinctual moan and he inserted his pinky finger in his ass.

The feeling wasn’t new, he’d had limited progress with the dildo from Spencer’s, but doing something with another person was a different ballpark. He could feel the warmth inside him as Adam moved in and out, working his hole open, it stung slightly but the pressure made his cock perk up even more. When the second finger entered Hunter knew he was destined to take dick up his ass and took a more active role, thrusting his hips into Adam’s fingers, sending new waves of pleasure through his body. 

“Oh, you’re a good boy, fuckin’ real good boy,” Adam said as he removed the fingers and began oiling up his cock. “Are you ready to take all of Daddy’s man meat?”

“Yes sir, I want it so bad.” Hunter moaned, completely cock-crazed. He lifted himself up to his knees and turned his neck to give Adam a kiss of pure passion as the man seamlessly inserted his cock into Hunter. They both erupted in screams of pleasure, Adam at entering into a tight virgin hole, and Hunter at the unbeatable sensation of having another man inside him. There was nothing like it, so close to the edge of pain that it was the pinnacle of pleasure.

Adam’s deep thrusts punched Hunter’s prostate, he went still as the sensations overwhelmed him, giving short quick breaths as Adam wrecked his hole. He was big and thick, Hunter felt his hole struggle to fit all of Adam inside him but took it, he wanted to please Adam, wanted to be the reason he came, and within a minute his hole grew used to the insertion and Hunter began thrusting his hips onto Adam’s cock, drilling it further in.

Adam let out a shuddering breath as he came closer to climax. He threaded his hands under Hunter’s armpits and grabbed his pecs, pulling him up and placing Hunter’s back against his stomach, almost full body contact as Adam thrusted harder and quicker, quickly approaching climax. Hunter whimpered, feeling Adam’s shaft expand with the semen it was preparing to expel. In his haze of lust, he felt Adam take his hand and wrap it around his cock, stroking it and sending Hunter over the edge. He climaxed, harder than he believed humanly possible, shooting ropes of cum from one end of the bed to the pillows at the other. Seconds later warmth shot into his hole as Adam screamed in pleasure, quickly feeling his load fill up his hole. They rocked in sync with each other, bodies as one as Adam emptied himself into Hunter.

They collapsed onto the sheets, not caring about Hunter’s spunk. Adam wrapped his arms around Hunter, spooning him. Hunter snuggled in, hooked on the warmth of this other man, still reeling from the apex of pleasure. They fell asleep within minutes and woke up still entangled in each other.

---

They saw each other every day after that. Once Hunter was done with the gym or classes Adam drove over to his apartment and picked him up. Sometimes they went out to eat but most of the time they fucked. Adam was clear about the expectations for their relationship. First and foremost it was to be sexual, Adam got plenty of emotional fulfillment from his husband and wasn’t looking to add someone new into the mix. Additionally, he intended to be sexually monogamous with Hunter, though he did not expect the same from Hunter in return. Hunter didn’t know anyone else, much less anyone else he would fuck, but found the gesture to be sweet nonetheless. 

As they continued to spend more time together their fuck sessions became longer and more intense. After their second hook up Adam presented Hunter with a series of butt plugs to use to help his hole loosen up. Though skeptical at first, Hunter took to the plugs quite easily and within a week was wearing one most of the time, allowing for less prep time when they did fuck and eliminating the small amount of pain he did have at the beginning of their sessions.

 The tone of their hookups was always different. Sometimes they fucked like animals, Adam bending Hunter over his kitchen island and ramming his cock in until Hunter’s hole was gaping and sloppy, leaving Adam’s butler (he had a butler!) to clean up the juices he dripped on the way back to the bedroom. Other times it was like they were lovers. Adam had a proclivity for slow, passionate missionary where he gently fucked Hunter’s hole as they kissed or pressed their foreheads together and whispered sweet nothings.

 To his credit Hunter liked it all, the floodgates had been opened and he wanted to try everything. He let Adam cum inside him, on his chest, in his mouth, and on his face, oftentimes during the same session. Hunter was finding himself to be somewhat of a nymphomaniac, a cum whore, a sex fiend, and he didn’t care. He relished Adam’s cock, craved the taste of it all the time, and yearned to feel his length enter inside him. The man had completely broadened his horizons while also being a person he could talk to, laugh with, and confide in. Essentially the man was a sexual mentor, which in hindsight made what came next completely unsurprising.

They were lying in bed a few weeks later, breathing heavily, spunk leaking from Hunter’s ass, a now familiar sensation. Adam rolled over and faced Hunter, he stared at Hunter for a long moment, and at first, Hunter thought Adam was going to leave his husband for him. A thoughtful gesture that he did not feel comfortable accepting. Finally, Adam spoke.

“I know you aren’t well-off, and I wanted to let you know–” He began before Hunter cut him off.

“It’s fine Adam, it’s not a problem, don’t worry about it.” He wasn’t uncomfortable discussing his economic status, it was just a buzzkill after sex.

“No no, that’s not it.” Adam took a deep breath. “I’m part of a club for older queer men who are well-off like myself. Older queer men who, like me, have become involved with younger men.”

“Is this like an Eyes Wide Shut thing?” Hunter asked, only half joking.

“No not really, just in that it has a sexual nature and isn’t openly advertised. I’ve been a part of the club for a while. Its main purpose is enabling younger gay men with the connections and resources they need to positively change the world.”

“Where does the sex come in?” Hunter asked, curious and already aroused.

“Well, the club believes that sexual activity helps strengthen bonds between participants. So the younger men who want to join have stages that they have to go through as defined by their sponsor before they can be granted full admittance.”

“And these stages are what, exactly?”

“It differs between pairs, the older man gets to choose but they’re usually fetish acts, often but not always performed with or in front of other members of the club.”

Hunter considered this. “And what do the boys get?”

“Well, membership in the club is an automatic networking plus if you happen to come across other members, it can get you internships, jobs, other connections, opportunities that otherwise would be closed. There are also monetary support systems, financial aid for college, housing, and travel. If you become a member you’re basically taken care of until you become successful enough to take care of others.

“Huh, and the end goal is what, gay world domination?” Hunter asked jokingly. Adam laughed before responding.

“Community, most of us had no sort of support system when we were growing up. This is like a second chance, an opportunity to do better for the next generation.”

“And an opportunity to have a lot of filthy sex.”

“And an opportunity to have a lot of filthy sex, yes,” Adam confirmed. “Is that something you’d be interested in?” He looked concerned, afraid he’d overstepped.

“Are you kidding me, an opportunity for more sex is always appreciated. I just want to ask one question, and get one honest answer.”

“Anything.”

“Was this the plan the whole time, from the bar?”

“When I first saw you at the bar, that time you left after a few minutes. I was so worried that another queer kid was going to be beaten by stigma and shame. But then you came back and you were ready to take what you wanted. I found that admirable, and attractive.” Adam wrapped Hunter in his arms. “This is only a natural progression of what we have now, I like you, and your body, and your personality. This would be an added bonus but it wouldn’t be a deal-breaker if you said no. I want you to be comfortable.”

There was a long moment of silence, Hunter’s head spun as he considered the offer. Adam leaned up to look at him. 

“Please tell me how you feel.”

Hunter turned and looked at Adam. “I feel like I want you to take me to the next meeting.”

---

The ranch, as Hunter found out the club was called, had its regional headquarters about an hour outside of Bentonville. Adam told Hunter that he needed to gain approval from the regional chapter before he could attend, as either a guest or a prospective initiate. Until then they carried on as they usually did, Hunter continued with his gen-eds and his gym routine, and Adam continued using Hunter close to every night. The routine was nice, Hunter found comfort in the familiarity, it wouldn’t matter that much if he didn’t get in, as long as things could stay the way that they were.

It was towards the end of June when the decision came through. Hunter jogged out from the gym, dripping in sweat per Adam’s request, and met Adam at his car, sliding into the passenger seat, covered in a towel to prevent staining.

“You into musk now?” Hunter asked as he closed the door, already feeling the warm rush of blood to his cock. He grabbed it in invitation to Adam, who noticed and eyed him with naked lust. Hunter looked over the parking lot to make sure they were alone before lowering the waistband and bringing his dick out. He spat into his hand and began massaging his length as it expanded into a full erection. 

“You’re beautiful, you know that right?” Adam said, now massaging his own bulge. Hunter picked up the pace, reveling in the attention and getting off on the heat and sweat in the cabin. The friction between his sweaty cock and dry hand only heightened the sensation, pushing the tension in his body further into his groin and increasing his desire for release. He grabbed his dick harder as he jerked off, whimpering with pleasure and driving Adam even more wild. His cumshot flew into the air, splattering onto his shirt and thighs as he sighed deeply and relaxed. Once he’d fully slumped into the seat Adam ran his hand over Hunter’s thighs, collecting the spunk in his hands until it coated his fingers.

“Cleaning up for me?”

“Something like that,” Adam said before removing his hand and sucking Hunter’s semen off of each of his fingers. It was one of the hottest things anyone had ever done for him, and impulsively he leaned over and kissed Adam, tasting the salty-sweet taste of his cum on his lips. 

“Glad you liked it. I have more good news, they invited you to tonight's meeting.”

Hunter pulled his shorts back up. “Nice! What’s it going to be like?”

“Well you aren’t an initiate and you aren’t a member, so not much of anything, this is the first step. You’ll probably sit in on another initiates act, we have a few working their way through right now. Afterwards, you’ll meet a few other guys higher up in the organization and you’ll tell them about yourself and what you want to do with your life. Then we go home.”

“That’s it? I just tell them about myself?”

“They have to make sure you actually want to do something with your life and with the resources you’ll be given, guys who just want to fuck can go to any old bar for release. We’re looking for more. But yeah, that’s pretty much it.”

“I can do that,” Hunter replied, “can you drop me off at my place and I’ll get ready, you can swing by whenever.”

“Actually,” Adam said with a sly smile, “I had some ideas for getting ready. I’ve got everything at my place.”

Hunter had complete trust in Adam, he settled into his seat as he pulled out of the parking lot and turned onto the county highway. Hunter didn’t speak, he was deep in his own thoughts and Adam knew him well enough to let him be for the drive. Bentonville passed by in a blur as they left civilization behind for the rolling hills of southern Missouri. 

Adam’s idea for the evening, as it turned out, was to have Hunter wear nothing but a white wrestling singlet that was slightly too small for him. He slipped it on and observed his form in the mirror, he might as well have been naked for the amount of detail it provided, clinging to his torso and thighs, giving anyone who was looking a very clear picture of his dick, no matter how he tried to adjust it. He wasn’t uncomfortable being in a wrestling singlet, he’d been on a mat since junior high, but he never found anything sexual about the sport, it was all competition and strategy, he never thought about his opponents or teammates sexually, though he had to admit the uniforms invited that line of thinking. He twisted his torso, observing the smooth lines of his lower back in the mirror as he did so.

“I thought you said I wasn’t doing anything sexual tonight.” Hunter finally said.

“And you won’t, you’ll do everything I said earlier, and the other members of the club will get the chance to size you up physically before you introduce yourself.”

“Will I be getting fucked by other guys?”

“At least one of the five acts of initiation usually involved some form of group play, though by that point the initiate has usually formed relationships with other club members, and can pick who partakes with him.”

“So I’m just… eye candy tonight?”

“That’s putting it bluntly, but yes. Some guy will probably jerk off to you at some point during the night.”

“How can you know that?”

Adam approached Hunter and ran his hands along his spandex torso, moving south to his very visible bulge.

“Because Hunter, if I saw you in a club, looking like this, I wouldn’t be able to control myself.”

“We can lose control now if you want,” Hunter said, biting his lip.

Adam took a step back. “Afterwards, I promise. Now throw on your hoodie and shorts, it’s a bit of a drive and we need to leave now.”

---

The sun had dipped below the horizon when they finally arrived. The ranch was a large, sprawling building in the middle of a field, one story tall, with a large parking lot and zero signs to indicate its purpose. Hunter sat up in his seat to take it all in, about a third of the parking lot was filled, at least sixty cars present with more pulling in behind them. Adam pulled the car forward to the entrance, where a valet stood waiting under a canopy.

“Take your stuff off now,” Adam said. Hunter slipped the shorts and hoodie off, thankful it was a warm night and hoping the building had good air-conditioning. The truck pulled under the canopy and Hunter stepped out, immediately aware of being exposed. The valet, a hunk who looked to be in his late 20s in a tight suit, took Adam’s keys and handed him his number as he drove away. Adam turned to Hunter, standing off to the side and not knowing what to do.

“Let’s go.” Adam held his hand out as he approached and slid it on Hunter's ass, leading him through the bank of front doors to what looked like a reception area beyond. The room had little more than a front desk and a bank of benches along the wall. The only occupant was a twink, barely older than Hunter, behind the front desk and wearing a fashionable corset over his own suit. Hunter had never had any desire to top, but for a brief moment, he wondered what it would feel like to pound a tight, smooth hole. Then he felt his cock perk up and, aware that any move towards an erection would be noticed, began to think of rotting produce and car accidents.

“Name?” The receptionist said.

“Adam S, and his plus one,”

He looked over his list before looking up. “Prospective initiate?”

“Yes,” Hunter replied. The receptionist gave him a once-over, evidently pleased with what he saw, and motioned them towards the two back doors. Adam gave his ass another squeeze and led him to the doors. 

“If you keep touching me like that my cock is going to be impossible to ignore,” Hunter whispered as they reached the door. 

“And isn’t that exciting?” Adam asked, not giving Hunter a chance to respond as he pushed the door open. 

It was startling just how ordinary the scene was. About seventy men, most over forty or under twenty-five, stood in a large foyer area talking among themselves. Tables were scattered about, there were two separate bars staffed by guys that could have been Abercrombie and Fitch models if they weren’t stuck in the Midwest, and lots of doors that branched into separate hallways or rooms. Hunter wasn’t the only one dressed provocatively, he spotted a few other guys his age dressed in various clothes designed to arouse, a skimpy maid outfit straining against tree-trunk thighs, a translucent tank top, a lace thong that did nothing to obscure the chastity cage underneath, it was arousing in its mundanity, Hunter gave up on trying to keep his dick soft and let it grow. He knew he’d be ogled tonight, all the better to own it.

“So we just… stand around?” Hunter asked into Adam’s ear, they’d moved along the wall by the door they entered through and hadn’t moved since.

“I thought I’d give you time to take everything in. It can be a lot.”

“I do better being thrown into things.”

“Well, then, let’s find some friends before the night begins.” Adam began walking through the crowd and Hunter followed close behind, not wanting to be stranded alone. Most of the men he passed by took notice of Hunter, he figured new arrivals were pretty easy to spot. He did his best to not react, kept his gaze forward and stride firm as he maneuvered through the throng of bodies until Adam stopped by the second bar, where a man slightly older than Adam stood with a guy about Hunter’s age. 

The older guy was a total silver fox, with gray hair, salt and pepper stubble, weathered (but not rough) hands, and a nicely tailored navy suit that spoke to having money and fashion sense, he was a total daddy in every way. The boy, on the other hand, couldn’t have been more normal. He was slightly taller than Hunter and skinny as a pole, with brown hair that he had to push over his eyes and a chain around his neck that he had in his mouth. He wore a simple tee shirt and jeans and gave Hunter a polite smile as Adam shook hands with the other man.

“Good to see you, Ken,” Adam said with a smile.

“Always a pleasure Adam.” Ken flashed a bright smile and then turned his attention to Hunter, eyes flicking down to his erect cock. “And who have you brought tonight?”

“I’m Hunter, sir.” Hunter stuck his hand out and Ken shook it firmly. The younger guy made no move to introduce himself.

“Been a few weeks since we had a new initiate, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Ken will be guiding Liam through his fourth act tonight,” Adam said, the young guy (Liam) blushed and hung his head.

“It’s pretty exciting I guess.”

“We’ve been looking forward to this one for a while,” Ken said, slinging his arm around Liam. “You’ll join us, won’t you? We’re just doing a small viewing, room 38 in twenty minutes.”

“Wouldn’t miss it. Wanted Hunter to get a taste of it before he sat in with the admissions committee.”

“He looks like a natural, I’m sure he’ll crush it. Now if you’ll excuse us.” Ken led Liam away and down a side hallway, closing the door behind them. Hunter turned to Adam, eyebrows raised.

“Liam doesn’t look like the kind of kid who’d be into this thing.”

“Do you look like the kind of guy who would be into this thing?” Adam retorted. “Last month he got fisted almost up to Ken’s elbow, loved every second of it, couldn’t stop moaning, probably the biggest cum shot I’ve ever seen.” Adam sighed and observed the room. “Don’t assume anything of anyone here. Come on, let’s snag a seat.”

Hunter quickly became lost as Adam guided him through the ranch, the hallways were all long and winding with no artwork or distinguishing features on the walls. The doors were all simple wood with numbers painted on them. Some were open, showing conference rooms and bedrooms, occasionally Hunter could glance at a few guys going at it, other times he could only hear their moans of ecstasy through the wood. Finally, Adam stopped in front of room 38, the door looking the same as the others. 

“One more thing,” Adam said before he opened the door. “Don’t touch yourself.”

“What?”

“You aren’t a member or an initiate yet, only members and initiates can get off on the premises. Just watch, get hard, and congratulate Liam afterward.”

“That’s… unorthodox, but okay.”

Adam opened the door and motioned for Hunter to enter. The space was small, with three rows of chairs and couches aligned in front of a raised stage with a sling on it. Three other men were waiting in the room, all older, Adam made small talk with each of them and introduced Hunter to them, they each eyed Hunter with desire and he knew he’d never be wanting for a sexual partner if Adam had him do anything in a group. He played it cool, acting the boy-next-door/all-american quarterback type, but made sure to show off his ass as he turned away and joined Adam on a couch in the front row, the two snuggling together with the easy intimacy that had formed within their relationship.

“I’m really happy you said yes. And not just because you look great in that singlet.”

“You gonna come to one of my matches?” Hunter asked, feeling Adam’s bulge on his back.

“Wouldn’t dream of missing it,” Adam said. Then one of the back doors opened and everyone's side conversations halted. 

Ken entered first, he’d shed his suit to reveal nothing but a slick black harness around his chest and a pair of tight black briefs down below. Liam entered behind him, and Hunter gasped as he got a full view of the man’s outfit. He was clad neck to toe in a shiny rubber gimp suit that shimmered in the soft light and softly squeaked as he moved. His cock jutted out, completely enclosed in its own sleeve, and the zipper along his ass promised some form of penetration to come. Liam stood next to Ken at the front of the stage and smiled sheepishly. 

“Liam Ardor’s fourth act.” That is all Ken said before turning to Liam and lifting him into his arms and carrying him over to the sling, where he sat Liam down gently, then began kissing him. Hunter felt his cock throbbing at witnessing this act of naked desire, he needed to cum badly, but Adam’s warning from earlier kept him at bay, though feeling Adam’s hot erection on his waist didn’t help.

Liam and Ken kissed like lovers, long and slow and with open mouths and plenty of nibbling on lips and stubble. Liam was completely submissive, responding to whatever Ken did, when the older man went down on his neck Liam left his head for a better spot, when Ken wanted to explore Liam’s throat he opened wide and let the tongue dig down as far as it could. After a few minutes they began to escalate, Ken removed his briefs and his well-endowed cock began to rub up against Liam’s rubber member, the two moaning in pleasure. Hunter looked around to see the other older men in the room all nakedly jacking off to the sight. Adam began to slowly thrust his hips into Hunter and Hunter reveled in the feeling of being needed for pleasure. Ken took his own cock and Liam’s together and began stroking the two as one. Liam threw his head back and gave a high-pitched moan as he surrendered to the pleasure and whatever Ken’s plans were. Ken made a beckoning motion to the audience and all of the other men except for Hunter and Adam (six in total, three more joined after Adam and Hunter) ascended to the stage, cocks still out, and offered their members to Liam’s mouth. He eagerly accepted one and took two more in each of his hands, pleasuring four cocks at once. Ken then undid the zipper along Liam’s ass, exposing a tight pink hole that Ken immediately slathered in lube before placing the tip of his cock on Liam’s hole.

“Tell me you want it.”

Liam removed a dick from his mouth and gasped. “I want it, fuck, give it to me.” Before moving on to another cock to suck. Ken needed no more permission and steadily inserted his cock up Liam’s ass as he moaned in pleasure, the sound muffled as he deepthroated. By now his mouth was covered in spit and precum, his hair matted to his forehead with sweat flinging off him onto the floor. With every swing of the sling, cocks buried themselves deeper into his holes and he couldn’t get enough.

“Fuck I need to cum.” Adam moaned. “Stand up.” Hunter did as ordered and Adam stripped his slacks and briefs off until his cock was exposed.

“Grind on it.”

Hunter didn’t need to be told twice. He began rubbing his spandex-class ass against Adam's pole, thrusting his hips in a circle as Adam gave quick, sharp moans that mirror the sound that Ken was making as he continued to pound Liam’s ass. Within seconds Adam was screaming for climax and Hunter quickly felt his load shoot onto his ass. At the same time, the men around Liam were beginning to finish. They were the most intense orgasms Hunter had ever seen, long, thick, ropes of semen that just kept coming, each man ejaculating over Liam’s face and shiny rubber torso, with each new stream his smile grew wider, cum dripping into his mouth, sticking to his hair, and running down his shiny torso to his groin, where Ken’s noises signaled the final, and most intense orgasm of the night. He shoved himself past balls deep into Liam, the boy and the mentor howling in pleasure as everyone watched Ken’s cock twitch as it continued to unload cum into Liam’s sloppy boy hole. When the orgasm was finally finished Ken removed his cock and Liam began leaking. Ken gathered the fluid in his hands, when it had stopped he poured it into Liam’s mouth and all over his face until there wasn’t any exposed skin not covered in a layer of spunk. 

The men zipped up their flies, Hunter adjusted his boner, Ken leaned against a support post breathing heavily, and Liam looked to the ceiling in bliss. All of the men clapped and congratulated Liam as they exited until it was just Hunter and Adam with the other couple in the room.

“That looked pretty intense,” Hunter remarked.

Liam turned to look at him and smiled. “Best fuck of my life, this sheath is filled with cum.” He swung himself out of the sling and moved to Ken, leaning against him and planting a nice big kiss on his mouth. The couple then looked at Hunter.

“Still interested in going forward?” Ken asked.

“I said it looked intense, not that I wasn’t interested,” Hunter replied with a sly look. 

“Well then.” Adam stood up and took his hand. “Let’s get you started.”

Adam led him through a series of hallways until they ended in another room. There were more people in the building now, he could hear snippets of conversation and sounds of other sex acts being performed in other rooms as they moved. During Liam’s act, Hunter had leaked a bit of precum through his singlet and was now nakedly ogled by all of the guys, both young and old. They weren’t all his type, but most of them he could see being intimate with.

“Just be yourself okay?” Adam said, resting his hands on his shoulders and looking him in the eyes. “You’ll do great.”

Adam opened the door and let Hunter step through, closing it behind him. Three men sat behind a large table in the center of the room, with a lone chair in front. Hunter sat in the chair, adrift without Adam. Two of the men were older, and one was about his age. They were all dressed in sharp business suits and studied their individual stacks of papers.

“Name?” The older man on the left said.

“Hunter Crain.”

“Sponsor?”

“Adam S.”

The men scribbled before looking over Hunter. The younger guy raised his eyebrows.

“Have you been informed as to the purpose of the ranch?”

“It’s essentially the big brother program with sex.” This got a slight chuckle from one of the men. Hunter relaxed.

“Why do you want to join the ranch?” The younger guy’s face was impassive, almost judgmental. Hunter sat for a moment as he formulated his response.

“I like Adam a lot, and I want to do more with him. And I’ve never really had a community I could be myself in, this seems like it could provide that for me.”

The men took a long moment to write down their notes. Hunter shifted in his seat, erection fully lost. He wondered what the criteria for membership were, if applicants got rejected, and what Adam had in store for him if he made it through. After a small eternity, the men stopped writing and moved their papers to the side. The stern younger guy spoke.

“You’ve passed the preliminary application process, in the coming weeks we’ll conduct a thorough background check and do your blood work. For now, you can consider yourself an official initiate of the ranch, you may visit any time with your mentor and have free reign of the facility. If you step outside you will be escorted to your first act.”

“It’s happening tonight?” Hunter was shocked.

“Your mentor has been preparing as we have been interviewing you, please step outside. Congratulations and good luck.”

Hunter stepped outside where a large guy in his mid-30s stood. He smiled at Hunter and led him to a door on the opposite side of the building. He opened the door wordlessly and Hunter stepped in. 

The room was furnished similar to a green room in a theater, with comfy seats, long mirrored counters, and plenty of lights. Adam was the only occupant, Hunter entered to find him changing into a leather vest and pants. He smiled when he saw Hunter.

“I knew you’d do great.” He gave his mentee a big hug. “Now strip, you’re going to be naked for this one. And put these on.” Adam handed Hunter four simple leather cuffs for his wrists and ankles.

“Are you going to tell me what it is?” Hunter tried not to sound nervous. 

“I think you’ll like the surprise.” Adam finished putting his gear on. “Come out when you’re ready, it’s a small crowd.”

Adam left and Hunter sat down for a moment before mustering his courage, slipping the singlet off, and putting the cuffs on. Completely naked now, he took a few deep breaths and stepped into the room.

Liam and Ken were the only occupants of the room, lounging on their own separate couches, neither of them having changed. Liam had even washed off, and the cum was drying to his hair, skin, and rubber. They gave a polite applause as Hunter entered.

In the middle of the room was a large metal pole coming up from the ground, at the end sticking straight up was a dildo, ten inches long and Hunter guessed at least six inches thick. It was much larger than anything Hunter had ever taken and he gulped, knowing exactly how this would play out.

“Hunter Crain’s first act,” Adam said. He then approached Hunter and led him to the spot over the dildo, there was about two inches of space between his hole and the rubber cock. Adam took his ankle straps and clasped them on the floor. Hunter found he couldn’t move. Then Adam strung up his hands from ropes installed in the ceiling, his limbs were completely helpless now. His cock twitched with fear and anticipation. This was much more than anything Hunter had done before, having an audience, and being completely helpless, it made his mouth go dry but he couldn’t deny he was excited about it. Even if the length and girth might split him open.

Adam then applied a generous amount of lube to the dildo and to Hunter’s hole, though he did not penetrate it, saving that honor for the dildo Hunter thought. When he was sufficiently slick Adam stepped away and grabbed a remote control from one of the chairs.

“Enjoy the show.” He said and pressed a button on it.

There was the sound of a pneumatic whirr and Hunter looked down to see the metal shaft ascending to his hole, slowly but persistently. The minute the cool rubber made contact with skin Hunter instinctively rose to his tiptoes, providing a few more moments of relief, until the Dildo rose some more and eventually stopped at his entrance, almost opening him up, but not quite.

“The first thing you should know about Hunter is that he’s got a hole sloppy enough to rival yours, Liam.”

“I’d love to see it,” Liam said with a devilish smile. “Would be nice to have a fisting partner.”

“Don’t know if I’m quite ready for that,” Hunter replied.

“I think we can get you there,” Adam said and raised the dildo a fraction of an inch, barely entering Hunter. He tried to flex his feet higher, but his toes were already exhausted from the workout earlier today and he found himself sinking onto the toy, his tight hole opening against his will. He winced in pain, he hadn’t had an opportunity to stretch himself out and he was regretting not wearing his but plug for the last few days.

“Keep struggling.” Adam said, “I think it’ll be better for all of us.”

“I’m only doing it for myself.” Hunter retorted with a quick laugh that caught him off balance. His toes slipped and he sunk into the dildo, at least an inch of it inside him, he moaned in pain, never having his hole opened this wide before. He struggled to get back on his toes, the dildo had a rough, realistic texture that made removing it cause even more sensations. To his horror, as he rose Adam moved the dildo up as well. There was no way for the toy not to be even a little inside him now. Hunter gasped as his cock fully extended, it may have been painful but it also aroused him, having no power, being observed and desired by others. He was living out his total submissive bottom dreams and decided to go further.

“That's all you got?” he breathed. Adam smiled and pressed the button. Hunter gasped as he found himself lifted off his feet as the dildo continued to rise, one inch, two inches, three inches into the air without his ass giving in. He flailed his feet in mild panic.

“Calm down Hunter.” Adam’s voice came to him. “Just push out.”

Hunter calmed, took a few deep breaths, and flexed his hole open. Suddenly the dildo slid three more inches into his ass, now completely filling his hole. Hunter screamed as he felt his walls adjust to the new intrusion, his prostate going wild from the stimulation. He felt so full, it felt so foreign, but oh so right. Adam gave him a moment to adjust to the new length, stroking his cock as he did so.

“I’m so proud of you son,” Adam said. Hunter could only nod and focus on his breathing, dimly aware of the precum dripping off his cock. His whole body was covered in sweat now, the room smelling of a musk stronger than anything he’d experienced in a gym locker room, it only made him more lustful. Once he felt his hole was comfortable enough he tried to bend his knees, but found his arm restraints prevented it.

“Remember I call the shots here.” Adam pressed the button again, and again Hunter was further impaled on the dildo, drilling into him until… nothing. The machine had stopped. Hunter looked down, all ten inches of the dildo were inside him now, his hole completely stretched out, his cock begging for release. He took quick, shallow breaths mixed with high-pitched sighs as he reveled in his status as a complete submissive bottom. It would take time for his ass to sustain this kind of spreading, but Hunter felt a swell of pride that it was able to get there in the first place. 

Adam, Ken, and Liam seemed content to watch Hunter struggle with the length at first, his heavy breathing, moaning, and squirming made for an entertaining portrait. Adam took out his phone and began filming, Hunter looked at him and nodded, he wanted proof he could be a whore, and wanted to be able to prove himself to others. After a few minutes any pain he had abated, replaced by that dull pleasurable tension from his prostate being stimulated. He took a deep breath.

“So, you just impale me here overnight?”

“We’re almost done,” Adam said. “Liam?”

Liam popped out of his seat and moved to Hunter, his rubber form kneeling at his feet. 

“Can I suck you off?”

“God, you want more cum?”

“My record is twelve loads. This is nothing.”

Hunter laughed and then gasped when that triggered another wave of pleasure through him. He moaned and flexed himself up. “Got a record you’re going for?”

“This chapter of the ranch has 300 registered members, I think 75 would be good.”

“You’re the horniest guy I’ve ever met,” Hunter said, then nodded. Liam went to work on Hunter's cock, sucking it off like a pro, long and deep, the man had no gag reflex. Adam pressed a new button on the control and the dildo began fucking him, moving up and down and thrusting into the deepest parts of himself. Hunter could do nothing but surrender to the sensation, his head lolled back starting into the ceiling lights, Liam’s wet mouth around him, the slick rubber fucking him up and down until his hole was a gaping mess. Within seconds he felt the climax happening. He could do nothing but moan as the orgasm that had been building since Liam’s act came exploding out of him, rope after rope in a fountain as it shot into and all over Liam. His ass muscles spasmed with each shot, compounding the pleasure and truly sending him over the edge. He lost all thought, becoming a creature of pure sensation as the orgasm ended and the dildo exited his hole. He could feel the fluids flowing out of the cavity that was his ass. 

He went limp and hung by his wrists, not caring about the chaffing or the pain. He looked down, Liam had at least four new fresh ropes on his face and two in his mouth, which he gulped down greedily. He stood and sat next to Ken again, rubber for as sexy as ever. He dimly recognized Adam removing the clasps from his ankles. He took a tentative step, then another once his wrists were free, stumbling to the couch and collapsing on it. Liam brought out his phone and aimed it at him, taking a candid before instructing Hunter to hold his legs up for a hole shot. Hunter compiled and gasped when he saw the photo. He could see clearly into his anal cavity, it was raw, red, and covered in a thin foam from the lube. He’d never looked better. 

Adam approached Hunter and knelt by his side. “How was that?”

Hunter didn’t respond at first, taking a few moments to breathe before he finally answered. 

“That was the best night of my life.”