I never thought I could write about this and my troubled life. Putting it on paper feels threatening, dangerous, surreal, calming, yet therapeutic, at the same time. Life, Love, Sex, Fucking, family, work, money, play, blood, blood, blood, death, death, death, cum, cum, cum, piss, piss, piss, death…death…death…death…???
My name, or rather one of the aliases I currently use and am registered with certain countries and governments, is Ethan Terra. Some nick-named me “The Extraterrestrial, "The Terror, " " The Terminator, " or " Exterminator."
I am 48 years old. I stand six feet three inches tall, with long blonde wavy hair past my shoulder blades partway down my back, super cool blue-grey eyes, and teeth like a Hollywood supermodel. I have been told I am the spitting Image of Chris Hemsworth from the Thor movies or Extraction series. I am in an extreme military-like black ops fitness shape, clocking in at a shredded and ripped 182 lbs. Could you mention that? Well- well…I gave 25 years of my life to…to….to……Killing! Yes, Yes- I will not lie. I am ashamed and ridden with guilt!
Several times a week, I deep throat my SIG Sauer M18 service pistol, placing my finger on the trigger and starting to squeeze – never quite enough to not be here – no shit eh; fuck why am I writing this? As the tears stream and my heart races with broken breath, all I can hear is my grandfather's voice saying – STOP! It is not your time!
Grandpa James died last month. He was 105. Fuck eh! Wow! He was my everything and taught me all I know. What do I know? I know I am just like him, with the same incredible abilities. What abilities, apart from killing? Not much! Grandpa and I were both in the military and the Intelligence agencies; only he stayed active till his 90s.
If I had stayed in any one military or country intel service -Fuck!?! I might be a fucking General or Admiral or…God forbid a fucking public service senator or Rep…Fuck now that would be suicidal. A Politician – Fuck!?! Not a chance!
You get the idea. My two bed, two bath condo, is riddled with three decades of military service pics, medals, ribbons and accolades than I have barely room for – fuck I can’t even see the paint colour. I giggled and chuckled now; intermixed within furnishings is a shit tone also of Bisexual -mostly Gay Porn art and erotica; kind of BDSM themed, an unused St. Andrew’s cross, spanking bench, bondage king-size bedlike table, and a plethora of huge dildos, leather, cock cages, sounds etc.
I bounced around and participated in or contracted with CSIS, CIA, JTF2, SAS, Delta Force, Seal Teams, MI6, other European and Asian government agencies and factions. Fuck- I played on both teams; sexually and militarily. I am very remorseful and not sure why I am still here, but I will never disobey Grandpa’s voice, whether he is living or dead. Why was his voice telling me it's not time – was I meant to do something else? Like me, this retired James Bond, Robert McCall, John Wick or Jason Bourne-like life. Now what? Like Rambo said, “You just can’t turn it off!” Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
I am the best of the best – maybe now that Grandpa is gone, I might just be the world's top black ops assassin. I became a world-renowned military black ops trainer for several militaries and government intel agencies. I (sort of) left it all 10 years ago at age 38. It was tough to get out; slowly, I (Sort of) did. I only had a few revenge and retribution attempts: scrapes and bruises. It did not end well for them.
So, Mom and Dad are in their late 60s, always in different global cities—a few residences speckled globally (that I have safe house access to)—and both still working as International Tax Lawyers and accountants—yuck! But they are high nine-figure millionaires, doing contracts with the world's biggest companies and financial institutions. They are going insane with the current lunacy in politics and trade. Yeah!!! Let your mind circulate that – Fuck!
As I was bouncing around and killing, they were investing my compensation pay. I paid no attention to what was there until I decided to retire from it…and do something else. What…I had no fucking clue!
Holy Fuck! I almost shit my pants- Dad told me over the past 33 years (I first joined army cadets at age 15 – it was my first sexual experience with another boy…I loved it!)- Sorry, over the past 33 years, those investments they managed had amassed into a mind boggling $317 million. When I add up my pay and contracts, it totals a measly $14 million. It seems they (Mom and Dad) bought heavily into many penny stocks IPOS of today's most well-known global giant companies.
I am an original Canadian citizen born and bred in Montreal, Quebec. Yes, I speak French, although some in France would not call it that! I am fluent in 27 world languages. Understanding verbal and written communication is the key to survival in my field. My writing here will all be in English, though…I think?
I thought I would retire ten years ago, but like I said, you can’t turn it off. So, I opened my own cleaning company. We do mostly legit, easy, calm janitorial work with about 40 employees and 20 vans. Sometimes, we offer to clean Hazmat-type crime scenes. Yes -I dispose of remains for crime and government organizations. I am what you call “The Cleaner.” You get the idea. Some I knew – they were all bad! When you swim with the sharks and ride with the devil…Karma! Fuck! My crew might be doing me someday! Ha!
I have never had “in love” or love relationships – none- zero- not a-zilch! When one experiences so much violence, blood, and death, one easily realizes that sex with another human is mandatory for sanity, and so much fun! I and many like me, or those that I have trained and worked with, make no qualms that sex with any Gender at any age over 18 is a requirement! Living pain all my life- mental, physical, emotional, drew me to extreme Bi-Sexual BDSM. I loved my 18+ young Twink boys best!
My company, ET Cleaning and Janitorial, gave me something to do. I did not need the money (No Fuck-eh!), but I had human interactions and incredible gay BDSM and sex with a few employees and contract customers. None ever at my unused dungeon condo – that would soon change!
It was always agreed to hook up at the local bathhouses. I don’t like hotels or other personal residences. None of them knew what I used to do, except for one—Max, my General Manager, Controller, and HR. Max is now 59. I saved him and his family from an Asian hit squad.
Max had made the mistake as a day trader for an Asian Syndicate mob, and in a dyslexic fat thumb error, lost them 432 million USD in one trade that went wrong. As far as they (The Mob) know, he and his family were blown up in that family van explosion 11 years ago. Yet here he sits on the other side of the world with his wife and kids all grown up. I trust him implicitly, and he loves the low-key life now. We are best friends and work acquaintances – like my Alfred of Batman…I am giggling. He is fantastic at IT, and together we have a bugout and multiple protection plans. I taught him, his wife, and his kids basic military soldier survival. I’ll let that percolate. In their teens, they had no bullying!
Business is good, and today, a Thursday in late June, we have a new hire coming in—a boy fresh out of High School. He has good grades, no bad attendance, and moderate online social comments. Max creeped him out on social media last night; if he is the same kid, he seems to have had a horrible few years- mother had paraplegia from a car crash and required surgery that was not available in all of North America – something about a Go Fund Me page for a trip to Vietnam costing like CAD 965K—poor kid and mom. Max said there were no recent posts or updates, so I'm unsure where it is.
His name is Carter O’Connor. I chucked because the Irish translation for his name would be, “One who carts goods for the hound of desire!” Works for me! Literally! His shared pics online were adorable, close to an 18-year-old Cillian Murphy, but so much hotter! Those pics did not do him justice- not even fucking close. Max brought him into our shared basic office. My cock pre-lubed and got quite a chubby half hard cock as he got closer. I hoped my ten-inch cut-wood would calm.
Holy shit! His Deep Green Fucking Gorgeous Huge Eyes! I have never in all my days ever seen an Irish kid with such incredible, deep green, huge eyes. A very soft, squarish face and jaw, a perfect nose and the most luscious, thick, dark eyebrows and lashes. His dark brown messy, disheveled shoulder length hair hanging in his eyes and down the side of his lovely rosy cheeks and lips…. oh fuck those lips and teeth! Wow! Fuck I am going to squirt and cream! About 5 ft 11 and maybe 150 Lbs. Perfect Gorgeous Fucking Twink!
Sick-fucked up me- my first thought was if he needed money for Mom’s spinal repair, he could have modelled or better still done porn…Fuck I would gift a million to him to- rim, suck and fuck his Twink ass. It was all I could do not to ask him to strip naked. Max was giving me the evil eye signaling to put my cock away.
I began, “Carter, welcome! Come in, sit down, and relax!” He was nervous and shy.
He replied, “Thank you very much, Mr. Terra. It is a great pleasure to meet you, sir.”
Grinning from ear to ear, I answered, “Carter, we are a very easy-going environment here, so please chill with the formality and call me Ethan. You met Max here earlier. So, I am good to hire you, no problem, based on your resume of …of…nothing. (We laughed- the melancholy smile – a bit sad). Your grades and attendance are not bad, all things considered; we did come across your social media accounts. I am so sorry about your mom. How is she now?”
He perked and answered, “Oh, she had the operation 9 weeks ago now and is walking and in therapy and getting better and stronger every day! She is living with…with…ahhh…. Ahhh…elsewhere in another country….with….ahhh…friends.” His demeanour changed 10,000%. He was scared shitless.
I said, “Awesome! So, the GoFundMe worked?”
His vast, dark green eyes pierced my soul, and I gasped in a trance-like, mesmerizing, hypnotic spell. The stare lasted almost a minute as I saw Max getting worried; was he in a frozen epileptic-like seizure? Finally, Carter mumbled and answered,
“Ah…well …aaahhh…not quite. Family and friends mostly donated, so we got about 20%. We have no other assets or items of wealth. My dad died in the car crash that resulted in Mom's injuries. He was drunk and hit the concrete median on the A-40 between Pie 9 and the 520. We are a poor family renting, and the old 2009 Chevy Cruze had no insurance. They had no life or disability insurance, so we only had government coverage in Quebec and Federal social assistance welfare. As you know it is suitable for shit and well…we…we…ahhh…got alternate private funding that I am slowly paying back with…with…interest…if you can call it that. I room and board with my cousin Cara. All my pay for… (he chuckled) forever will go to pay the loan back in…in…some lifetime.”
“Carter, we just met, and I can’t explain why and how I am independently wealthy…my parents invested wisely for me over my 33 years of working. I would be more than happy to help with a substantial advance…hell, after you start here, I likely could even call it a gift,” I said.
Carter emphatically responded, “No! No, please—no charity! I appreciate so much the very generous offer, Mr… ah…. Ethan, but I need the job to start, please. For now, that is all.”
I replied, “OK, you start tomorrow. It is hard work, and this is an expensive city. You will be teamed with Justin for $40 per hour to start. Do you drive?”
Carter said, “Well, my license expired because…last few years back we just had the one….” His eyes glossed over, and a tear dropped.
I replied, “Oh, Carter, I am so sorry—how stupid of me!” After a month with us, I would be pleased to help you renew that license and allow you to take home one of the company vehicles. You mustn't let this tragedy keep you from having the independent mobility that one gets from driving a set of wheels. You will get your own someday soon. I promise!
“So! I see you have a cell phone, please add me as a contact and send me a quick hi text. I will text back. If you ever need anything…I mean anything, Carter, I am available 24/7/365. Promise me never to hesitate to call at any day or hour, even if you need a person to talk to. I have life experience that you would not believe and I sure as fuck can’t tell you,” I said. Max giggled. I rolled my eyes. We shook his sweet, cold, sweating tiny hands, showed him out smiling, and said, "See you at 8 AM.”
Max and I did our day's regular work. Fantasizing about Carter, I had to go to my private bath and jerk off twice; I blew significant loads all over the mirrors and slurped it up, dreaming of his boy-cum. Max and I locked up when the crews were back or home about 4 PM. Once at my condo, supper was plant-based and high protein. Afterwards, I wanted one of my famous self-sessions with my fuck machine and massive dildos. My condo bath and ensuite bath were both the same. Each had huge walk-in showers with dual heads and douche nozzles – funny- never had another living soul in here except management for the condo. It was a secure building. All they knew was that I was ex-government. They did not care, and the building was in the gay quarter of Montreal- mostly queer owners.
I washed out my anus and rectum deep with my 24” smooth snake like hose. Dried up and was about to leather and cock ring up and pick a huge Hankey Dildo from my vast collection, put on some porn and ride the night away cumming over and over again as my boy-cunt got plowed to incredible 18” deep anal orgasms exploding from my massive prostate torrential blows.
Suddenly, my cell phone rang. It said, “Carter O’Connor.” I thought- Okay, well, I have not started. Maybe some quick questions or something.
I answered, “Hey, Carter! I’m so happy you called!” Immediately, he sounded winded, out of breath. Then, when he spoke, the fear and total petrification were evident.
“Ethan I’m so sorry – they are going to kill me – fuck please I have no one else -they are going to kill me – help please!” He panted in such panic and terror.
I replied, “Where are you?”
He answered, “At the Metro Plus Dorion on St. Catherine East…I am in the back of the grocery buggy corral across the street under the big trees at the little park, curled with my feet and hands on the side rails so they can’t see me–please- there is no one else to help me – I don’t want to die…Fuck I am so scared!”
“I am on my way, Ethan—I will explain later—and I can protect you. I will pull up in 9 minutes within 20 feet of the corral, blaring on my Black Ford F-250 Super Duty truck radio, Guns N ' Roses Sweet Child O' Mine. Crawl to the rear door of the passenger side back seat—I will open it from inside. Get in and stay on the floor, and do not move, talk, or reply—follow instructions to stay alive.”
Carter Answer, “Ok, got it. Please hurry – thanks- bye!”
I said, “Be there in 8.2 minutes.” I hung up the phone, dressed, threw on my pre-loaded tactical vest with firearms and ammo and light denim over the top, locked and armed my condo, and ran down the stairwell from my 21st floor. It's my regular daily workout, so I have it down to 92 seconds to my truck door. He was just a few blocks away outside the gay village.
I will not bring him directly here until we switch vehicles 3x and alter his appearance. Two things ran through my mind: I suspected he borrowed privately from questionable, risky entities to save his mom. I hoped he would be okay with being temporarily transformed into a woman. There was no way he could run up the 21 flights of stairs back here. Any place I had in reasonable distance would still have caught his face on security and closed-circuit cameras that could be traced to our location, as I had to assume the worst – I was in soldier mode. Fuck! He would be my unit's first non-condo management person since I moved here 10+ years ago. I heard Grandpa James' voice saying- Save the boy Ethan- take him in – and…
Suddenly, I was here at the Metro. A few people around, not far from the corral – I sized them all up to be non-combatant shoppers. Rolled down my windows and hit play on Sweet Child O' Mine. I popped open the back door once I had the truck in park and sure as shit, I saw him crawling like a pro newbie in basic training. I gasped- a tear formed in my eye. He was so beautiful. He got into the back, face down on the floor. I leaned over, closed the door, rolled up the window, locked the door locks, and armed the alarm. Yes, my truck is armoured and bulletproof, as are all my vehicles.
He was bawling his head off, weeping and snivelling as I drove. I commanded him in whispers, “Make as little sound as possible. Drink all three soft packs of the Gatorade. There are protein bars also. Take your time, and do not choke; the floor has liners, so no worries about the mess. If you need to shit or piss, do it in your pants. We will stop at an underground storage facility in 13 minutes and can chat, clean up and prepare for stages 2 and 3 to get you safely back to my place.”
He whispered, “Thank you, Ethan—my saviour!” Such an emotional sigh of relief tore my heart. His crying and panted gasps settled down. I pulled into an underground storage facility, a large car park. I had other vehicles and medical and emergency supplies in my four-walled, concrete, subterranean unit with a steel automatic door.
Once I closed the door and shut off the truck, I exited and opened the back truck door on my driver's side. Carter looked up and sprinted to me, wrapping his arms and legs around my waist and hips.
He cried even more as he yelled, “Thank you, Ethan- Thank you – you saved me from certain death.”
I responded, “You are safe, Carter, you are safe!” He wrapped and squeezed me so hard I returned the same to him, rubbing his back and tight butt cheeks. He was thin, boy, twink-ish and light. I almost wanted to fuck him right there but did not want to rape him – I am not a rapist. After several minutes, as he calmed, I continued and handed him some Advil and muscle relaxers.
“Relax now and let go—we have more work to do. I will explain my skills later, but I promise no harm will come to you. Tell me who was after you and why, as I do have suspicions, knowing your financial needs from your tragedy.” Said I.
He lowered himself and wiped his eyes as we sat on simple plastic chairs. My storage vault was one big concrete bunker with three vehicles, a bed, a hose, and a floor drain—storage lockers with all the supplies and assets someone in my career would have.
With a big exhale, he stated, “I will tell you the entire story, so please hear me out. I am an only child - It was my 17th birthday – a Friday night- I announced to Mom and Dad at supper, huh - (simple gifts and sad cake from them, he half giggled) that I was going on a date and might not be home for days.
Mom perked up and said, “Carter, that is wonderful – what is her name?”
I glanced at Dad and Mom as they beamed away, then dropped it and said, “His name is Jamie!”
Mom replied, “OH…ahhhh….ummmm…why…why did you not tell us you…felt like ahh…ahhh…”
I answered, “I was Gay! Fuck Mom! Dad here is constantly bashing and making gay faggot jokes, and you never correct or disagree fight him on it so I feel you will hate me. Throw me out or something.” They looked earnest at each other.
Dad answered, “I am so sorry Carter – it was all very wrong of me – its – its just a stupid wrong bullshit macho thing – please Carter I am so sorry – please forgive me. We love you, son- I love you, and your mother also loves you in any sexuality, lifestyle or orientation you choose. We support you. So, All We ask is please be careful and protect your health.”
I then told them that Jamie and I had been seeing each other secretly for 18 months, and we both got on Prep with local clinics and all the different vaccinations- this weekend we were going to make mutual complete blown oral and anal love for the first time. We had only kissed and mutually masturbated with light oral up to then. They hugged me and saw me out the door. I was on cloud fucking nine as they waved me goodbye from the porch as Jamie pulled up in his hot yellow mustang. Jamie’s parents were away for the week, and we headed to his place, as he is also an only child. We had hours of foreplay and wanted to get so turned on to experience a huge ejaculation for our mutual virgin taking. Having Mom and Dad's support and blessing was so exciting.
Jamie and I were just about to start 69ing and rimming when my cell phone kept ringing and vibrating. I decided I'd best check because it was so weird. I had Montreal General in my contacts from when my grandparents were in for age-related health stuff. I picked up, and the lady said she was a police officer, and I needed to come down as my parents had been in a severe single-vehicle car crash. Jamie drove me immediately and stayed with me for a day. I found out once there that Dad was dead. He always drank too much and later I found out when mom came out of coma months later that they decided to go clubbing and celebrate their boy’s cumming out…Fuck…It was so ironic! (He wept, and I handed him towels and continued) Dad’s blood alcohol was 2.5 times the legal limit. I blamed myself as I should have slowly cum out rather than drop a sudden gay bomb on my 17 bd.”
I replied, “Stop that shit Carter – you did not force drink down their throats, and you had no idea they were irrational and not reasonable and sorry but stupid irresponsible enough to get behind the wheel.”
He sighed, “Yeah, I know. Anyways, bring you up to speed. You already know that eventually Mom came out of a coma, and I had to care for her 24/7. Barely finished high school, and then months ago, I got the funds to go to Vietnam for the rare spinal surgery. As I alluded to earlier, and I'm so sorry I lied, but I turned to…to…to…”
I interjected, “Your name is of Irish origin, so I feel like you are trying to get out that a friend of a friend of a friend…and eventually you were sitting down with our local Irish Mob.”
Carter half-grinned and answered, “You're so perceptive—yes, exactly. I would have done anything for that other $770K or so for the money. I signed in blood to agree to interest-only payments at 20% or $3K weekly. Once back from Vietnam, Mom is safe and recovering with family in another country. I began liquidating and selling all our possessions to make the first interest-only payment. I told them I would get a part-time job to pay the interest. The shit deal was that to pay the Principal I would have to commit to a life of crime when I was not working a legit job.”
I stated as Carter started having panic gasps and tears, “So a lifetime of drug-mulling, theft, robbery, prostitution, drug pedalling, murder, anything they commanded when you were not working for me to pay the interest, and you would still be short…and what happened tonight that went sideways.”
Carter answered, “I was fucking $300 short…all the crap in our rental townhouse was all only got like fucking $2,700 fucking bucks! I was told to meet them near the Jacques Cartier Bridge, which is near the docks. I handed them the cash and said I would get the rest tomorrow. The one bald guy with a toothpick pulled out a gun. I ran like a lightning bolt as they chased me over the train tracks down there that were fucking busy. I looked back after dodging a train, and the bald toothpick guy did the same. I was past all the tracks, but he missed, and another train came that he did not see from th eother direction obscured by the previous alternate train...and…fuck – he exploded into pieces. I ran under the bridge as the fat guy caught up, and another car followed me. He looked like that famous dead opera singer Purrotti or whatever his fucking name was, so it was not hard to outrun him. Under the bridge I ran like obstacles under the pillars and the homeless puke and shit and garbage…I looked back, and he slipped. His head went straight into a broken metal sign mounted on some concrete thing. Fuck Ethan – they are both fucking dead…and now I will be killed. It was an accident – fuck maybe I should just…”
I yelled, “Carter! Stop! You are safe! I have a lifetime of skills. No harm will come to you. Now we need to do a few more stops, but I need to put you into a disguise as the city is riddled with Cameras and I know these men. I will fix everything for you financially after you are safe at my condo. But I need you to become…a woman…a slut cheap drunk hore prostitute, with me your hot date- like a comedy drama play – can you do this?”
He giggled and said, “Well, I am a little queer faggot already so if it means I live – I guess sure – make me your little tranny bitch!”
I answered, “Carter…I am gay as well…sometimes bisexual…But I love my men… and Twink boys best!” I thought he was going to shit and piss his pants as he gaped his mouth open- then it turned to a devilish grin.
“Holy Fuck! But you are so macho and hot, handsome masculine stud – fucking gorgeous. Like Thor King of Asgard or whatever - Ok make me your little bitch secret daddy.”
I answered, “Take off all your clothes except your underwear, and we will dress you up, do some makeup and put on a wig and glasses. Put the clothes you have on in this duffle bag.”
Carter started to undress as I assembled the make-up case, a black blouse, a fake tits bra, a leather miniskirt, red fishnet stockings, red pump hooker heals, the long black flowing wig and light shade eyeglasses.
I turned around and was in awe of his perfection. He was lean with light abs six pack and some nice, sculpted definition- fuck so much hotter than a young Cillian Murphy. It was all I could do not to take him right then and there -he looked so gorgeous. Our eyes met – both of us were frozen. I have never had such sexual tension, but we had to get going.
Carter seriously said, “I want panties – if I am to be a slut schoolgirl bitch – then I want to be a slut schoolgirl bitch with girly hooker panties!”
I sighed and said, “Fine. I have some red ones here.”
He stood there and answered in a sultry girly voice as I saw his erection popping out of the edge of his Hanes boxers, “Help me get them on, please, Daddy?” There was no time to argue. I knelt and pulled down his underwear exposing his trimmed dark pubic hair and a nice cut 7.5” penis with a perfect set of low hanging balls and glistening drop of pre-cum. I thought he would die when he sees my cock likely later – maybe tonight. God, I wanted him like no one ever before. He was such a Greek god with that dark messy curly long hair and those fucking eyes and teeth! Fuck! He was loving this, knowing how I was lusting after him. I slid the red panties on him as his hard lovely penis dripped on my wrist and arm. I licked it up and began a conversation as I dressed him in the get-up.
“So, you and Jamie are lovers now, or?” I asked.
Carter looked away funny and said, “No! I am a virgin, Ethan. Jamie and I never made love. He came each night to the hospital for the first few days, and to Dad’s funeral and then, since we were almost done with school, he stopped answering my texts and calls, and nothing on social media. Avoided me everywhere.
Once, when Mom was home one night, I had to walk and get food and stuff, and I was standing at a crosswalk when he stopped to turn right in his yellow Mustang. In the front seat was Nathan Rourke, the high school basketball captain. What assholes they just stared at me and turned the corner. So here I am 18 and barely tasted a boy’s cock and not much cum and never fucked or been fucked – I will do it with any honest man or daddy aged though.” Oh Fuck! Ok, back to work.
Before we knew it, he was complete with the overdone lipstick and totally transformed. Fuck me! He was a hot tranny slut!
Carter looked in the mirror, “I am fucking beautiful – I never thought about cross dressing – but fuck you made me so hot!”
I answered, “I am sorry, but you must sprinkle yourself with some vodka. The play part is you are drunk and that is why you can’t walk in these hookers heals.”
Carter said, “I drink moderately and responsibly – just because mom and dad fucked up – does not mean that I will. Your right – it is not my fault – they fucked up – not me. Yet here I am. I saved my mom and got her out of a wheelchair, and now I am steps away from six feet under. But I do look fucking slut hot in this hooker shit don’t I?”
I answered, “I would fuck you in a heartbeat!”
Carter smiled and answered, “I am holding you to that – you better!”
I replied, “One day and step at a time. We can go to the next stop in the white Cadillac sedan. Please keep your head down and snuggle close to me and play the drunk part and girly voice of Cara, your cousin.”
He replied, “Come on old sexy hot Daddy – take your little bitch virgin Cara back to your condo and ravage my pussy all week long…please Daddy!” I shook my head and laughed. I covered my tactical vest within reach and already had a few firearms within arm's reach of my driver's seat. I pressed the steel garage door button once we were in the car, and we drove out.”
In a girly voice, Carter said, “Can I touch and play with you, Daddy, while you drive?”
I answered, “Yes, Cara…but…I have a huge penis.” Carter gasped and leaned and snuggled close to me and rubbed my thigh and squeezed my crotch.”
I heard his male voice whisper, “Holy Fuck! That is a great dick – virgin busted I will be.” I was silent as I drove, feeling my erection swell and drip as he gasped and pressed his mouth over it. I decided that once we were safe, and my condo was locked and armed, I would suggest that we crash and get some sleep with him in my spare room and me in mine. Yes, I was ridiculously horny as recall I was supposed to be pounding down on dildos and fuck machines all night squirting my cum. By the time I showed him my place and my military intel career, it would be well after midnight, and he has had a very emotional stressful day – fuck poor boy a real tragic fuck up he is in. Loving his mother almost getting killed – well, I was not going to allow that ever to happen.
I pulled into another apartment parking garage, where I rent a private door-covered bay. We pulled into a reserved spot and parked the Cadillac as I helped Cara/Carter, who was pretending to be drunk, down the building hallway to another adjoining building with a separate garage exit. There, I had my other car in another steel-door bay.
I unlocked and slid up the steel roller door. The sensor light came on, and I pulled off the cover sheet, revealing my 2025 Yellow Dodge Demon.
In his girly drunk pre-tend voice, Carter said, “Holy Fuck Daddy! It’s Gorgeous – well Fuck you Jamie dumper and Nathan- wish they could see me know in this hot ride with this hot Daddy Saviour. Beats the shit out of his old Crap Mustang.”
I shook my head and said, “Get in bitch! The doors lift up, rather than out.” He smiled and said, “That's not all that's up, is it now?” He proceeded in and went straight back to stroking my cock. I could see his erection breaking through his red panties and drops of precum forming on his red net stocking with his uncovered miniskirt. Carter started to suck my shaft and glans through my jeans. I lowered the windows slightly, taking me back to high school. God! How was I not going to fuck him now tonight!?!
Ironically, we were stopped at a red light a few blocks from my place as he was continuing to squeeze and slobber on my crotch. An older, yellow mustang pulled up. I heard the driver say,
“Nathan, look at that cool bitching ride.” Nathan replied, “Jamie, you should get one like that lucky Daddy.” What were the chances? This was the same fuck head that dropped Carter after his tragedy and did not even have the balls to do it respectfully. I grabbed Carter’s head playing girly drunk slut Cara and lifted it for the boys to see. Carter/Cara smiled and in a girly voice said, "Too bad you boys will never get a big cock like this Daddy.” I plunged his/her head back down to my throbbing cock. The boys hollered, “She is fucking smoking hot like your car Daddy- rock one hot dude – so cool!” The light turned green- I hit the gas and burned rubber, leaving the kids in the smoke and dust.
Between my legs, Carter giggled and chuckled on the final stretch to my place. It was nice for him to have the fun comic relief. Once in my building finally after locking and arming the Demon, Carter kept up the drunk slut hooker act perfectly as I had my arm around him and hand holding as he staggered in the hooker heels. It was after midnight, and not many folks were around. The secure camera elevators with door and floor codes only had two other tenants until we reached the 21st floor.
Finally, hobbled with him down to my unit and pressed my alarm fob. Once through my first door and inside, I closed it and whispered,
“Do not move or speak. There are more secure devices I need to shut off. Then, the second heavy steel plate, the titanium door to my main condo. Once I close and latch it and re-arm the unit, you can do and go and say anything anywhere it is 100% sound proof.” He smiled and nodded all understood. I did as I said. Pulled him inside and swung my 1.5” thick Titanium blast door shut and slid in the 10, 1” bolts anchored into the iron girders of the building. I pressed my hidden security system, did the palm and retina scan, and said, “Welcome to your safehouse, Carter!”
Carter ran to me, tripped, and began to weep and bawl again. I lifted him and carried him to my large sectional sofa, saying, "Winston, lights up to 75%, we have a first-time guest, all perimeter and stations secure, two souls on board." That was my code for my AI security system to engage video recording in all rooms and locations for my protection. The lights came on, and Carter peered around my condo, seeing all the military accolades, pictures and BDSM furnishings- sex toys on open display.
He looked a little pasty white as he lay on my lap. “Holy Fuck Ethan! You are like some James Fucking Bond or Equalizer – Fucking John Wick dude, aren’t you?”
I answered, “You forgot Jason Bourne – but yes, Carter, I am. Are you scared, and will you promise me not to do self-harm or kill yourself while in my care?”
Carter replied, bolting up on my lap, “Kill myself! Fucking never! Unless I don’t get out of these fucking shoes. No wonder women become so bitchy and mean, my little toes and feet are cramped and destroyed in these fucking sardine cans for footwear – fuck they are terrible!!” We both roared – he is a total adorable dish!
He undressed down to his panties taking it all off still sporting a half hard cock and a ginormous wet cum spot. I grabbed his hand and led him around the main great room and open concept kitchen. I commenced my tour.
“As I may have mentioned, or not, I am heavily into the BDSM lifestyle with both men and women, but more often with men and boys like you are my favourite. You can see all the furnishings and sex toys, so if you have any questions, ask, no embarrassment or anything. I will tell you as much about my life as I can. Please never fear me. I will never harm you, Carter, and will always protect and care for you as long as you want. I also want to get down to my undies, which I normally wear around here. How about a relaxing drink?”
Carter responded, “A few ounces of cold cognac would be great right now as we tour this sexy horny fuck dungeon – I love your place, Ethan; you would be surprised what boys can find on the internet once they know their disabled mom is asleep. I have always been very curious for this lifestyle – my cock is answering to you now.” He looked so seductive and sexy – Fuck!
I giggled and said, “Cognac – but you come from a frugal background. You’re not an old man like me. Yes, I see you dripping lovely boy cock is out to say hello again.”
He answered, “All four of my grandparents are in the lowest-cost government-paid nursing home wards. When I used to visit them, their hearing and eyesight were nearly non-existent in my mid-early teens. Grandpa and Grandma both love Brandy and Cognac. On dares from school friends, I snuck in empty mickeys and smuggled their booze to the bathroom and filled my flask to the rim and then topped their bottle up with water – I mean I was saving their lives practically- they all have dementia and memory of 0.” I went to my freezer and poured a lovely snifter for each of us.
Looking around, Carter said, “Ethan, so many combat and military pictures, medals and weapons, and you have not aged very much, like you are in your 30s, yes? But you had mentioned decades of skills, so?
I replied, “I am forty-eight years old, Carter! I can almost be your father twice over—sorry, that was a bad choice of words.”
He blasted out, “No worries, but wow - Forty-Eight! Holy Fuck Ethan! You look incredible! Like your body is so ripped and your muscles are perfect, and your face and cock so fucking hot could be in porn centerfolds…oh God I am dying to see, taste and feel you cock live.”
I answered, “I know, my boy. We can stay here for days and not go to work for weeks if you want. Max will take care of it all—no worries. Let’s not rush things, and you have had a traumatic, tumultuous day.”
Carter said, “You told me I am the first ever person in here, since you built this place, so what's all the Dungeon stuff and toys – like you can play by yourself?”
I replied, “Yes, I can, and I enjoy it and achieve incredible orgasms.” Carter was staring at all the massive dildos.
He said, “I have watched videos online late at night on a small, cheap tablet at…well…what was my home…that is empty now, and me with shirt off my back. Anyways – I was always so intrigued and amazed at how men and women can penetrate these massive dildos in the anus rectum vaginas and I guess you must get into the lower colon…You do anal fisting as well?”
I replied, “I am a master anal Fister able to top and bottom, even take three past the elbow and have done other boys and men reciprocating as well.” Carter’s hard penis twitched, and he ejaculated on the floor.”
He smiles and says, “Sorry! Spontaneous. I love the toys and have always yearned to experience penetration from these. I have not even been fucked. I have used cucumbers and fingers to try to get the feel of a penis…how long would it take a virgin like me to get these in me and enjoy like you do?”
“Well, I have smaller sizes, and you just keep working at it as with all my extreme leather, cock cages, whips, floggers, urethral sounds, rings, fuck machines....days weeks months --no rush?” Said I.
Carter screwed up his face and said, “Your what sounds?”
I answered, “Here, look in this drawer. All these surgical steel and silicone rods and snake like things are meant to be inserted into the urethra up your penis and stimulates your prostate and bladder and the entire penial shaft.” Another ejaculation squirted from Carter. There was a long silence as he looked around, gawking at it all.
Finally, after wandering around, he said, “Will you train me, Ethan and teach me everything there is to know and experience about boy-on-boy gay sex and BDSM, please?” He expressed.
I responded, “I would love to, Carter, but it is late and you need to sleep. So, how about we get you showered and get you to the spare bed, and after breakfast, we can start with sex and BDSM.”
He sighed and puffed, “Talking about blue balls and I won’t want to jerk off so that I can perform and please you and me tomorrow…But I guess the rest is right. Show me my shower and bed, then, please. I will put our empty snifters in the sink, ok?”
I replied, “Thanks.” He is still so polite.
I quickly showed him the spare room and led him to the main bath and shower, where he gawked at all the mirrors and the open concept room with no glass shower walls. I had a huge 8x8 ft shower area with dual heads and douche nozzles- previously all just for me and my dirt playtimes.
I said as Carter stood there with his penis poking out of his panties, “This way is hot and this way is cold. This valve here diverts the water to the 24-inch-long anal douche nozzles so I will train you on those tomorrow. The drains are plenty big to wash all down, and lots of cleansers around.”
He answered, “I have seen videos online. I know how to do it, but I have never tried. Is that pump anal lube and the other soap it looks like?”
I stated, “Yes! Please do not get them mixed up!
Carter said, “Can I douche now before my bedtime as like a practice.” – Oh Fuck! I was silent and finally answered,
“I suppose-yes. I will do us together in the morning, so please do not be embarrassed, but if you want to experiment alone here tonight now, I will leave the bath door open and my bedroom door a bit as well. I had just finished doing a full douche just before you called me, as I was going to do a play session until you needed me. You can make as much noise as you want. All the walls and windows are bulletproof, blast-proof, and soundproof.” He smiled and mumbled, "talking about group blue balls."
I began to walk out and said, “You are safe—enjoy Carter; see you in the morning.” He smiled, shook his head, and said nothing. I looked back as he stripped fully and saw his perfectly beautiful, toned white ass-cheeks. His cock so hard and perfect and his lovely trimmed pubic hair. Fuck I need a major cum so bad!
I went to my bedroom and took off my CK undies. My cock was still nearly fully erect ...its full over 10+ inches and thick. I had my night light on low and my covers barley up as I began to slowly stroke and play with my huge cock and balls. I started to hear the water pressure change in the bathroom, and soon thereafter, moans and groans got louder and more intense. Then the big splashes and wonderful boy sighs of relief. It was all I could do not to paint the ceiling with cum listening to him douche for the first time imagining that 24” 1” thick snake going deep up his boy cunt and then filling and blasting out. It went on for 20 minutes as I imagined his cock ready to explode and must have been dripping with prostate semen webs and strings the size of thick cock sounds. Then there was a lot of pushing and grunting. Good, he was ensuring no water was left in him. I heard the shower pressure change, and it sounded like he was cleaning up his bits – good boy!
Once he was out and past my door, I was going to throw off the covers and jerk and blast a huge load. I might even ride a dildo nearby. I lay there lightly stroking under my king duvet cover. He was drying off. A few minutes later, I heard some other snaps and screws, so he was using some other personal hygiene items.
I caught a little knock and a push open at my door out of the corner of my eye.
I asked, “You okay, Carter?”
His face scrunched up and he started a little weep and pleaded, “Please! (He dropped his towel, showing his huge, bursting erection) Please, Ethan, I am scared. Please, can I sleep with you?”
I said in my mind – fuck it. I threw open the covers showing my whole raging purple penis. He gasped and moaned from afar.
I commanded him, “Cum my boy and enjoy your deflowering!” His face broke from a grimace to a massive smile as he bolted like the flash onto my bed came right up to my face and sucked my open mouth kiss and almost swallowed my tongue down his throat. His Cognac breath was incredible and sexy. I felt him wrap his toned legs and thighs on top of mine as he grabbed my huge penis and stroked and pumped it beautifully. His hands were so small and perfect I could hardly wait to feel his nice good-sized cock and them up my cunt both together. His penis was leaking semen like a burst water pipe. We kissed passionately for twenty minutes from the day's foreplay, devouring our oral juices and lips and tongue and teeth, licking. He was a wild untamed horny as all fuck teen boy and he was ready to be bred.
Carter got up on top of me and started to rub my cock on his sweet ass cheeks. He got this so in command, a serious look on his face and asked,
“You are on Prep'd and Vaccinated, all good, Sir?”
I responded, “Yes, my boy, clean and good to go for everything.”
He continued, “Take my virgin pussy Ethan – please make love to me and breed your seed deep in my boy-cunt.”
I answered, “Swing your cunt around and let me play with it with fingers and tongue. I will use the oil lube to help in your cherry popping virgin cunt busting.” I have seen Twinks quickly maneuver to get eaten or fucked, but never quite this fast.
I parted his sweet boyish white ass cheeks as I felt him lick and slurp and tongue my huge cock and running oozing semen as he kept stroking wiht his tiny cool boyish hands. Oh wow! He found the pina colada-flavoured lube in the bathroom and drenched his boy-cunt. I delved my tongue deep in the boy’s cunt and pushed my entire mouth and tongue up his sweet rectum until my tip was able to press directly on his prostate. He pulled off from sucking my cock and let out the loudest built-up moan and groan I have ever heard. It got louder and louder as he started to swing and push his pussy further into my mouth. I grabbed my anal lube coconut mix beside my bed and greased two fingers as big as the cucumbers and fingers he had been using and pushed them slowly up his boy-cunt.
A huge whimper escaped Carter, and he said, “Oh Fuck! Yes Ethan! That feels so fucking good – give me more please more- Oh Fuck Yes!” I pushed in three fingers and slowly turned loosening his virgin pussy as I licked and rimmed his stretched anal ring. His whimpers and sighs were adorable and so boyish and innocent. The biggest sex turn-on ever for me was knowing I would pop his cherry in minutes. After a few more loosening and his gyrating taking four twisting fingers, he pulled off in total fuck me now control. Carter grabbed the tub of lube and stroked my cock and greased his horny boy hole. In seconds his hand brushed my penis on his dripping cunt. His 7.5” cut cock so perfect and curved slightly was running steady semen all over my abs and chest as I lightly stroked and teased it driving him wilder. Slowly, his mouth opened as if before the almighty as I felt my penis break his anal ring and slowly delve into his canal and rectum a few inches.
I said, “Slow down Carter, I know you want to feel and ride it balls deep but stay still a minute and breath with me; let your anal sphincter relax and get used to the size.”
He answered, “OK, --so horny for it. I have never been this sexually excited ever. I feel like I will cover your face and head in my boy cum. It is a bit of a painful stretch, but I am enjoying the bit of pain. I'm going to love your BDSM love making. Here I am ready to take you deeper.”
I directed, “OK, the best position to take a big penis like mine is this squat, but you have to get your feet up beside me and bounce and squat on it just like you did to empty your douche. Relax on my cock and push and bear down just a little until you hit your sigmoid, them I will help you pierce into it which usually will trigger your first of many ejaculations tonight. Lock your finger and hands with mine.”
He giggled and answered, “My hands are so tiny compared to yours- I’m glad my cock is a half decent size though and I think I am pretty good looking yes?”
I answered, “You are off the charts, Gorgeous Carter, and I can hardly wait to get your hands and arms up my boy-cunt later tonight.” His eyes lit up like a supernova and he beamed a smile as big as The Donling. He started to lower himself slowly onto my huge shaft as his big green eyes rolled back in his face. He was at the sigmoid curve. I let him enjoy the 8” depth for a few minutes with little bounces and smiles. When he was getting into a good, pleasurable rhythm, I suddenly grabbed his thighs and thrust my hips sharply up as he cried out in great euphoric pleasure.
Carter screamed, “Holy Fucking God! What is this! I never imagined this sensation. Oh, Fuck Ethan- Yes I am balls deep right-its so fucking awesome big I want more faster harder please fuck me Fuck me! Yes!! Fuck me Ethan Breed me, Oh Fuck it is so good Yes! OOOOOHHHHH GGGGGGGGOOOOODDDD Ethan I am going to cum yes oh fuck me Yes!”
I drove and thrust with all my military training might as his ass cheeks and hips were bouncing off mine like he was a little rag doll. He cried out louder and louder and repeated like before. I was straightening his sigmoid curve and widening his cunt at his prostate with the most considerable pressure he had ever felt.
I yelled, “Carter I am cumming! Oh Fuck Yes! Yes! It is a huge boy breeding blow! Fuck so good in your tight virgin pussy! Yes OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH FFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKK YYYYYEEEEESSSSSSSSSS GGGGGGGOOOODDDDD!” I blasted cum ropes and ropes repeatedly up his cunt deep into his left sigmoid. After that, Carter was starting his main orgasm.
Carter screamed, “OOOOHHHHHH GGGGGGOOOODDDDDD IIIIAMAAAMMMMM CCCCCCCUUUUUMMMMMMIIIIINNNGGGGGG FFFFFFFFUUUUUUUCCCCKKKKKKK OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH YYYYYYEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS FFFFFFFFUUUUUUCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!” Massive creamy steaming hot torrents of thick white boy cum erupted from Carter’s cock as I lightly stroked pointing it to my salivating mouth. He was almost silent with his head thrown back and mouth big to take a softball as the streams pelted and squirted out of his cock like a burst hydraulic oil pressure pipe. My mouth and throat were bathed in Carter's smoking hot boy-cum. I counted seven blasting ejaculations. He collapsed and kissed my mouth and sucked his semen from my face all down his throat. He lifted off from me and devoured my dripping cock of my cum and his ass juice. I grabbed his asshole and parted his cheeks and sucked all my semen and lube down my throat. My face covered in his cum and lube and mine as well he came back. We fast and passionately violently open mouth sucked face like a fight for mutual cum.
Finally, he slid beside me, panting profusely and stated, “I have never had an orgasm or ejaculation like that...ever! My asshole and rectum have never felt so happy and relaxed. I sure hope you are used to sleep deprivation and torture, soldier daddy. Cum to your Dungeon and do me with it all, and I will be trained to do you, my love!” Carter locked my hand and dragged me quickly to the great dungeon room. He went straight for the spanking bench and hopped up and said,
“Fuck my boy-pussy again big cock Daddy - I want to piss down your throat and you in mine. I love your love juices in my holes – please Daddy Fuck me hard as you can! I am so glad I did not loose it with inexperienced Jamie – all boys should get cherry popped by hot stud trained daddies who know how to please and give a boy his first hands free anal orgasm. Such unreal blasting volcanic boy cum ejaculations!”
This boy would take me to a new training level. For the first time in my life, after sex, fucking and BDSM with thousands of women, men and boys, I knew something was different this time. I knew I was in Love with him! I was head over heels in love with 18-year-old Carter O’Connor, and I was the military special operations trainer- a 48-year-old stud that could be his Daddy, which he badly needed. This was my new calling. Thanks, Grandpa James!
