The Kinksters are Alright

I think people do change over time, hopefully for the better. That is how things have gone for Jack and Blaze and others. Justin is finally realizing some things about himself too. This unexpected - but not unwelcome - call he gets in this chapter is going to trigger some big changes for Justin.

Thanks for your patience in waiting for new chapters and as always, thanks for reading. Please vote and comment, or email me. 

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Chapter 13 - Justin

“I can’t believe you’re actually going through with this.”

“I’ve been warning you, Justin. I am ready to move on to less stressful things in my life. Now that I’m actually some sort of happy, I want to enjoy myself. That means I can’t be running a giant conglomerate. This thing has grown way too big.”

“Yeah, I know, but still. You fucking built this empire and now you just want to abandon it?”

“I wouldn’t call turning it all over to you, one of the most important people in my life, abandonment. Since I’m not dying, I’m still going to be around and this whole process takes time, so I’m not going away any time soon. However, it is about time you ran the show entirely. Wagner’s already done the paperwork to separate the real estate from everything else. You, Justin Kramer, are now the CEO of one of the biggest real estate holding companies.”

“It’s still wild to think about. Jeez, I remember the night I met you. I was more of a mess than I would admit. I was cracked out of my head. I thought you were the hottest thing in the bar. I fucking destroyed you that night.”

“You drew blood.”

“Fuck yeah. I knew I wanted you almost from the minute I saw you. I thought I was going to get what I could out of you and move in a few weeks. I fucking fell in love with you, sort of.”

“Sort of is accurate. I know you actually do love me, but you were never in love. You were definitely in love with beating the shit out of me.”

“Ah, yeah, I did love that - still do. I’m glad we’re still together. I do love you, Jack. You’re a fucking weird ass freak with more issues than a subscription to the New Yorker, but you’re pretty fucking awesome. Becoming your best friend has been one of the best things to ever happen to me.”

“Wow. I don’t think you’ve ever said that all quite that way. Calista is making you soft.”

“Yeah, this softie can still put you in the fucking hospital.”

“I know. I’m just fucking with you. You mean the world to me, too. I also trust the fuck out of you and that’s why I want you to take over. You know what you’re doing and you have great ideas. Your whole eco spin on things is the future of this business.”

Justin moved in on Jack. They still had time before they needed to be anywhere and all of this talk between them made Justin horny. They were the only ones on the whole floor since Justin’s office was the only one occupied. Wesley and Harrison were busy in other parts of the building. He rolled himself over on the couch and straddled Jack. With his hands up on the back of the couch, Justin leaned in close so that he and Jack were nose-to-nose. “How hard do you want me to fuck you?”

“Since when do I get a choice in the matter?”

“I’m feeling generous. I could rail you as hard as I did Harrison this afternoon, or I could go nice and easy on you and make you shudder.”

“It’s been a while since you’ve made me shudder.”

One of Justin's hands firmly gripped Jack's thigh while the other raced through his hair. Even though they weren't having sex as often, the way Justin looked at him made Jack feel like an eager teenager who had been put into a trance. 

Justin eased forward and started to kiss Jack, with heated intensity. Jack's hands explored Justin's body through his tight clothing. He lingered around the bulge of Justin's aroused member, lightly massaging it as Justin groaned in pleasure. Justin moved his mouth down Jack's neck, licking and sucking gently as he pushed his tie aside and undid the buttons on his shirt.

Justin pulled Jack’s shirt up and away from his body, exposing his smooth chest. His fingers moved on to undoing the buttons of Jack’s pants, while Justin kept kissing and licking his way down Jack’s chest. Jack gasped as Justin reached his nipples and bit them lightly at first, then a little harder. He kept teasing Jack’s nipples for a few moments longer before continuing further downward, stripping Jack’s pants and underwear away and began teasing Jack’s hard little cock.

After backing away a bit, Justin stood up and got undressed, exposing his hairless chest and body and then his monstrous cock. He reached down and pulled Jack up, embracing him tightly and kissing him some more. Justin turned Jack around and bent him over with his knees on the sofa and his arms draped over the back. He grabbed the tie and pulled Jack’s head back. Jack knew what was about to happen and he was panting and moaning, his body shaking with anticipation.

Justin felt the heat radiating from Jack's loose hole as the head of his cock pushed slowly into it. He held himself still for a moment, taking time to enjoy the feeling of Jack's warm sphincter swallowing his cock, before pushing forward inch by inch. His thick shaft glided through Jack's well-worn hole pretty easily, still stretching it to accommodate him until he was halfway in. Justin let out a low moan as he started slowly thrusting and he felt the velvety walls of Jack's ass around his length. Jack groaned loudly with each thrust, his hot hole pushing back against Justin with eager anticipation.

As Jack clenched his sphincter, he could feel every vein, bump, and ridge on Justin's magnificent rod as he fucked him. His pace was picking up, Jack shuddered as Justin pulled tighter on the tie, choking him slightly, fucking him harder, pushing in deeper with each thrust. Justin kept fucking as Jack felt his cock convulsing, shooting his load all over the couch. 

Soon, Justin began to grunt as he gave a few more hard thrusts and pulled his cock out, showering Jack's body with a wave of his gooey seed. Jack felt his load splash all over him, he could even hear it dripping onto the leather couch. Then Justin pressed both hands up from Jack's hips to his back and scooped some of the mess up, reaching around to rub it all over Jack's face. He let Jack lick it off his fingers after.

They both leaned back on the couch, Jack resting his head on Justin’s shoulder. “You have always known how to make me feel good.”

“I’m happy that after all these years, we still have this kind of energy for each other.”

“Yeah, I hope that never changes.”

“It won’t. Now get your sloppy fucking cunt off my couch and get cleaned up. We have shit to talk about.”

“Such a romantic…”

***

Justin and Jack had a long dinner meeting at the club. They talked a lot about Justin’s new role and what he planned to do with the company. Jack wanted to run his ideas for liquidating Holden Enterprises and passing some of it along to the rest of the crew. He also floated some ideas about how to give away the vast majority of his fortune.

They briefly discussed Harrison. 

“Let me tell you, Harrison is ridiculously fucking talented. Have you seen his drawings? It is almost scary how his mind works. He picks stuff up after one explanation. He’s like a Rain Man architect. The guys are blown away by him, um, when they’re not being blown by him that is.”

“Ah yes, my little slut. He not only loves the work, he loves the extra curricular activities as well.”

“Does it worry you at all? Harrison’s extreme fucking promiscuousness? I don’t have any complaints, you know. I love working his ass over. Wesley and I have been double teaming him too. He’s a horny fucker.”

“I have made it through life being a complete slut, who was also miserable and sought out trouble. I’m sure Harrison will be fine. He’s nowhere near as mentally and emotionally broken as I was. He’s living his best life. We’re good.”

“I’m going to give him a promotion. He’s suffered through the grunt work long enough. The licensed guys will have to sign off on his work for now, but I’m giving him a few projects to run with. He can have his own office, his own team. He’s that good, Jack.”

Jack took a minute. Hearing how talented Harrison is and how well he’s doing made Jack a little emotional. “You know, I love all of these kids a whole fucking lot. Harrison, though. Fuck, Justin, I have no idea how to describe it. I want them all to succeed and I’ll do everything I can to make that happen. But it really makes me feel so…so…ugh. Knowing that he’s so good is…fucking amazing.”

“It’s all good Jack. I know how much you love that kid. Don’t worry, I got him hooked up with the right members of our team. He’s gonna be awesome.”

“Thanks, Justin. I’m not sure what I’d do without you.”

“You’d be dead, Jack.”

“Oh fuck off.”

“Speaking of fucking, if architecture doesn’t work out, I’m sure Harry could make a fortune in porn. I’m just saying,” Justin said as they both laughed.

***

Justin and Kwang had an unusual relationship, but it was one of respect and admiration for each other. Kwang worshiped Justin - both literally and figuratively. Kwang was extremely grateful for Justin’s acceptance. He knew that Justin did not need to allow him to be so close to Calista. While he knew Justin had no reason to be jealous or feel threatened, he also knew that might have been the case with lesser, more insecure men. Justin saw Kwang as a guardian angel, someone who would always be there for Calista. He liked that Kwang was keeping an eye on her and would alert Justin if there was ever anything of concern. He otherwise never asked what they did together or interfered with their relationship. Justin watched out for Kwang too. He made sure Kwang’s citizenship was taken care of and that he would never want for anything. He would do whatever he had to to protect Kwang if necessary.

Not long after Kwang met Justin, he admitted his deep love for Calista and that he would do anything for her. It scared him to do it, but he knew he had to tell him. Initially, Justin thought nothing of it. Over time, he noticed how well Calista and Kwang got along, that they seemed very happy together.

Justin enjoyed it when all three of them were together. He occasionally had fun with Kwang one on one. Kwang physically worshiped Justin, which was something Justin craved. Kwang was a voyeur and would watch him and Calista having sex, Justin liked this attention. One of Justin’s favorite things was Kwang’s deep foot fetish. No one worshiped feet like Kwang did. He was equally as committed to cock worship.

The magnitude of Justin's cock was the stuff of legend - a monstrous 14-inch erection with a thickness that could barely be held in two hands. His colossal manhood commanded awe from all who witnessed it, and its sheer girth made a simple blow job impossible. Justin resigned himself years ago to the fact that no human on earth could swallow such a massive tool. Kwang bowed to honor the gargantuan phallus, he worshiped it. Justin reveled in the feeling of being worshiped, gasping as Kwang’s skillful touches teased him closer and closer to the edge. With every stroke of his soft hands pleasure roared through his body.  

Kwang was overwhelmed by Justin's massive cock. Sometimes, the small skinny boy wrapped his arms around it as if to hug it, trembling as he embraced it. When Kwang worshiped Justin's cock, he was mesmerized. He worshiped Justin’s cock as if it were a god of some kind. He could not get enough of it. He always wanted more. And when he was done, he wanted more still. 

Kwang felt devotion for Justin, he felt a connection, a sort of spiritual and emotional bond. He felt completely at peace as he worshiped him, and he was grateful to be able to do so. He strangely felt as if this was something he was born to do. He could worship Justin's body, especially his cock forever, every day for the rest of his life if he had to. That's how grateful he was to Justin for allowing him to be with Calista. 

One evening during one of Justin’s increasingly fewer trips to New York, Calista was out at a board meeting, leaving Justin home alone with Kwang. Almost as soon as Calista left the condo, Kwang was on his knees bowing to Justin, begging to worship him.

“Please Mr. Justin, may I give you the worship? May I love your cock? Or do you want me to love on your feet? Please tell me Mr. Justin.”

“You are such a good boy, Kwang. You can worship me. Worship my fucking dick until I tell you to stop.”

Justin stripped himself naked and sat on the floor in front of the couch. Skinny little 5’ 4” Kwang looked like a child compared to the giant 6' 5” Justin. He knelt in front of Justin and looked up at the huge phallus with desire in his eyes. He approached it slowly, revering it as he did. Once he was near it, he stroked it and softly petted it as if it were a living thing that needed attention. He kissed it on the head and licked it slowly. 

The semi hard cock grew slowly as Kwang pleasured it. The musky smell made his mouth water and own cock twitch. Leaning forward Kwang kissed his cockhead, rubbing his lips on the slit oozing precum. Kwang nuzzled his face against it, coating himself in Justin’s scent and precum. 

When Kwang heard Justin moan, he sucked harder as if he was trying to swallow it, knowing that he never could. The boy dutifully licked and slurped at the monster, savoring every inch. He caressed his shaft, his small fingers working in perfect harmony with his tongue as he explored each contour and crevice of his manhood. 

Kwang gives Justin’s cock a series of little kisses before he slowly moves down to Justin’s balls. He begins to worship them, licking and sucking, making Justin’s massive orbs glisten with his spit. Carefully, Kwang manages to get one of his balls into his mouth. The salty tasting testicle fills his mouth, making him gag a little. Kwang gently sucks on them, treating them like the precious jewels they are. 

Kwang’s own cock is throbbing, it is so sensitive, every slight brush causes him to flinch. Precum is dripping down the shaft, but he dares not touch it. Justin hasn’t given him permission. After savoring his balls, Kwang moved back to the massive tool. It is now rock hard and easily bigger than anything Kwang has seen. He stares at it in awe.

Returning to his work, he licks the underside of Justin’s cock from the base to the tip and back again. Kwang is intoxicated by the taste, the smell, the heat, it is all making him wild with desire. He is obsessing over Justin’s beautiful cock. He circles the head with his tongue before trying in vain to put his mouth over it. As much as he wants to, no matter how much he strains, it will never happen. His tiny little mouth just can’t do it. Justin laughs at how Kwang always tries. 

Kwang sighs disappointedly, realizing he should just move on. He moves his lips over Justin’s shaft, wishing he had the whole cock down his throat, like he could with Calista. He slowly moves his head up and down, the feeling of Justin’s giant cock sliding up and down his face is both frustrating and amazing, its size mind numbing. Kwang worships the cock of his dreams for hours. 

***

When Calista returned to her apartment, she was not at all surprised at what she saw. There was Kwang, on his knees in front of Justin, who was now sitting up on the couch. Kwang was in deep worship of Justin’s cock and balls. He had been at it for nearly two hours, edging Justin’s cock, building him up for when Calista came home. If it took her four more hours, Kwang would have been happy to keep at it. He truly loved to worship Justin.

“Oh, look at my boys. I’ll bet you two have been at this since I left.”

“We have, baby girl. He’s so good.”

“I’m here now and you two had better be ready for me. After that board meeting, I need a release. I’m going to get out of these clothes. When I come back out here, I expect both of you on your knees, yes even you alpha man, offering me champagne.”

Calista disappeared into the bedroom and made herself comfortable while Justin and Kwang obeyed her orders and got on their knees holding a glass of champagne and a bottle. Calista stood in front of them, taking the glass from Justin.

“Thank you sweetie. You know, I don’t think Kwang has ever seen you be a good boy for me. You should show him what a good boy you can be.”

Justin gave Calista an apprehensive look. “I don’t think he needs to experience that.”

Justin preferred to keep his submission to Calista between them, not that it was so significant. It mainly consisted of Justin letting Calista fuck him and not much more. She had been pushing Justin to allow Kwang to be a little more aggressive with him, but he always refused. Justin was worried about what she had in store for them. She stared back at him, not saying a word. Justin knew he had to do something so he leaned forward and took her cock in his hand, and her balls in his other hand. This is what she wanted, she stepped forward and let him caress her. Justin ran his hands up and down her legs, paying close attention to her ass. Her hard cock was waiting for him to take in his mouth, gently poking at his lips, getting them wet with precum. 

As Justin slid her long, thin cock into his throat, Calista pulled Kwang closer. She took the bottle from him and nudged his face to her crotch as well. He began to lap at her balls while Justin worked her cock. Calista tossed the glass on the couch and just drank from the bottle as she watched Justin and Kwang service her. Justin wrapped his arm around Kwang and pulled him in closer, grabbing onto him tightly. He eased his head back and allowed Kwang to take her cock into his mouth. With her free hand, Calista slid a few of her delicate fingers into Justin’s mouth for him to suck on. 

Calista let her boys continue to please her until she finished her champagne. She stepped back from them and dished out her next order. “Ok boys, I need you on all fours in front of me,” she said pointing at Justin, “and you to stand up and come to me,” she said to Kwang. Kwang stood up and got close to her, she pulled him in and kissed him, holding him tightly and kissing him aggressively. Kwang just melted in her arms. He was a little surprised since threesomes with Justin were not only rare, they were very much about him. Kwang was usually relegated to watching, worshiping or getting fucked.

As she made out with Kwang, Justin got into position, still worried he was going to end up doing something he really didn’t want to. No matter, he never said no to Calista and if she wanted him to do something, he was going to do it. As he waited, he wondered to himself how he got here and how he ever allowed himself to submit to someone. Having now given his ass up for Calista and Wesley, he worried about bottoming and submitting more and more. He knew this shouldn’t be a big deal, especially given his outwardly feminine appearance most of the time, but he still clung to his one bit of strength and masculinity. He was the Dom. He was the aggressor. He was always on top. Wesley crossed that line ages ago and now Calista was slowly pushing Justin in ways he never would have allowed before.

“You are going to fuck Justin, do you understand? You will fuck him like you fuck me,” Calista whispered into Kwang’s ear, still holding him close.

“I am nervous. Please, you give him fucks.”

“No, Kwang. You will do what I say and you will fuck Justin, hard. I want to watch you fuck him and then I want to spitroast him. Do what I say, Kwang.”

“I do not know spitroast, but I will trust you Calista. I am still nervous.”

“Once you feel his tight ass wrapped around your big, beautiful cock, you won’t be nervous anymore.”

Calista walked around to Justin and sat before him. She took his head in her hands and kissed him softly. She looked him in the eyes and smiled at him mischievously. “You’re about to get fucked real hard alpha man.”

“Please don’t. Just don’t do this to me. Why, baby girl? Why do you insist on pushing me like this? You know I don’t like it.”

“That’s a lie, baby, and you know it. You love my cock in your ass. I’ll bet you love your other boy’s cock in your ass even more.” Calista kissed Justin again before she continued, “I do this because I love watching you so vulnerable. Just do what I want, alpha man.” Calista nodded at Kwang.

“You know I can’t resist you,” Justin said as he took a deep breath. He leapt slightly at the feeling of Kwang lubing up his hole. Then he tensed up when he felt Kwang’s hands on his hips.

Justin felt Kwang’s thick cock pushing against him and felt himself trembling with anticipation. He believed he wanted to please Calista any way he could, and he was willing to let Kwang fuck him in order to do that. He shocked himself at the thoughts he was having, that he really wanted Kwang inside of him. So much was racing through his head at that moment.

Kwang could feel Justin’s fear and desire. He could also feel his own apprehension. He never thought he would ever get to fuck the man he idolizes. He shook nervously while he pressed his thick cock against his tight hole. Justin also trembled knowing the sharp pain he was about to endure. He just stared into Calista’s eyes to make himself feel better. After seeking assurance from Calista, Kwang grasped Justin’s hips firmly, and thrust himself into Justin’s ass.

Justin lunged forward and let out an agonized cry as Kwang, without any reservation, went at Justin with quick, forceful thrusts. Justin felt his hole being ripped open, a wave of pure ecstasy mixed with intense pain rushed through his body. Kwang reveled in Justin's tight warm chute as he pushed himself further and further into him. His eyes closed as felt the pleasure of taking control of this strong man. It drove him to thrust harder and faster into Justin, both of them gasping and panting.

Watching Kwang fuck Justin sent Calista into a wild lustfullness. She loved watching her sweet, small boy - who she deeply loved more and more every day - dominate her big, strong man. It surprised her how aggressive Kwang could be, she loved watching Justin wince and moan as Kwang relentlessly pounded away at him. She got up on her knees and pointed her hard rod at Justin’s lips and pushed it through his lips. She shoved it deep into his throat, making him gag.

“Damn, Justin! You are being such a little bitch right now!” Calista shouted as she grabbed Justin’s head and looked down at him. A feeling of dread took over Justin as he thought about himself as the bitch. It quickly subsided.

Calista grabbed Justin’s hair and forced her cock deep into his throat over and over. This was probably the most aggressive she had ever been with him. She fucked his face harshly, making him gag and drool, spitting up gunk and fluids from his mouth and nose. She looked over at Kwang and their eyes met as he pummeled away at Justin’s ass almost in unison with her thrusting into his throat. This was yet another time she felt herself falling further for him.

Justin was overwhelmed with conflicting feelings. As his pleasure ebbed and flowed, he hated that he was allowing this to happen to him, yet he was feeling an intense pleasure. Kwang was fucking him far better then Calista or Wesley ever did. In the throes of this wild moment, he realized that this wasn’t the worst thing and that giving himself to such pleasures is exactly what he should do more of.

Kwang felt a warm, comforting heat engulf him as he drove himself into Justin with wild abandon. Every thrust sent pleasure through his tiny little body, causing him to convulse and shake. At the same time, Calista was completely overwhelmed by the sensation of her and Kwang dominating Justin so completely. She drove herself into fucking his face with fierce passion. Justin squirmed beneath them, groaning, his body feeling limp and wasted. 

Still overly aroused from the edging he was getting from Kwang all night, Justin couldn't hold it anymore. He released the tension and blasted a massive amount of cum onto the floor. The intensity kept rising for Calista and Kwang. Her and Kwang held hands, staring into each other’s eyes, until they both reached their peak simultaneously with an incredible explosion. They filled Justin's body from both ends with generous amounts of their juices. Wiped out, all three of them dropped to the floor in various piles of sweaty flesh. Justin was so exhausted he didn’t even care he was lying in a puddle of his own cum.

“Jesus Mother Fucking Christ! What the fuck got into you two?”

“Oh, alpha man, I think we just wanted to own you as hard as you own us. Are you ok? Are you mad?”

“Yes, please Mr. Justin, please do not be angry.”

“Oh, fuck no, kids. That was fucking incredible. I’m still not sure how to process it, but I feel fucking fantastic. Well, a lot fucking sore.” Justin rubbed his throat, hesitating a moment, “but uh, let’s not make a fucking habit out of this shit.”

***

The work Justin had been doing around green building had made him somewhat of a minor industry celebrity. He was leading projects that were incredibly innovative and way ahead of their time. His work was getting noticed and he was invited to speak on industry panels and at some events. He was featured in the Wall Street Journal, the New York Times and on several news programs. The highest profile interview was on CNN, where Justin was directly interviewed about his projects. The program was on late one night and Liam happened to catch it. Being a night owl, Liam watched a lot of late night TV.

Liam McGrew never wanted to cut Justin out of his life. His parents however, absolutely forbid Liam from speaking to him ever again. In return for Justin getting away with what happened, they made a deal with Justin’s father that they would move away and Justin would never see or speak to Liam ever again. They were paid well and were supposed to pass most of the funds along to Liam, which didn’t really happen. The first four or five years were especially difficult for Liam. He went through a lot of therapy once his body finally healed. He moved several times, first to Tucson with his parents after everything happened, then to Denver to get away from them and eventually to San Diego where he lives currently. He eventually became whole again and was able to socialize and even date.

Being a very talented artist, Liam’s therapist recommended he document his feelings through his drawings. This eventually led to Liam drawing Justin. The drawings of Justin turned out to be very dark and painful, but the experience helped Liam recover. As an avid reader of comics and graphic novels, Liam frequented Comic Cons all around the country and it was at one of the biggest ones, in San Diego, that Liam’s inspiration for what was next came about. 

After showing his drawing to a friend there who worked for an upstart publisher, the friend took pictures on his phone and showed them to his boss while they were still at the Con. The interest was immediate and Liam was offered a contract on the spot to create two graphic novels. Liam didn’t want to be known by his real name, so he used a pseudonym - Jax Jaxson. He tried to keep his identity a secret, but felt he wasn’t being fair to his fans. He just maintained a low key lifestyle and tried to stay out of the press for anything other than his books. His series of four books were bestsellers and propelled the publisher to huge success. His fans are waiting on a fifth book, which is supposed to wrap up the story. Liam hasn’t delivered for more than five years. 

The story - Depraved Justice - is about a sadistic, perverse, vigilante named Ezra Krandall who brutally rapes, tortures and kills known criminals who have committed similarly violent crimes, usually against children. The books are not only very violent, but they are very pornographic. The entire series is dark and perverted and is hugely popular. The main character is based on Justin. He looks just like him right down to his flamboyant and feminine appearance. He is incredibly wealthy and the source of his wealth is a dark mystery. He even has a network of fellow vigilantes that help him commit his heinous crimes, one of which he falls in love with.

Liam became hugely successful and wealthy as a result of his books. He has turned down several film and TV offers. At the same Comic Con, he meets Danny and eventually ends up in a relationship with, later marrying him. He has changed considerably from being a geeky, slightly feminine, very submissive boy to a masculine, disheveled, grungy, more aggressive man, though he’s still pretty geeky. 

***

When Justin and Liam started dating, they were juniors in high school. They stayed together for three years. Liam was a skinny boy whose body was sort of similar to Calista’s, or actually more like Lucas’. He was a sweet geeky kid from a relatively poor family that got picked on - a lot. That stopped when Justin came along. Justin was already a pretty intimidating figure at that age, and also fairly flamboyant. Justin doted on Liam, took care of him, made him feel special - he was madly in love with him, he was his first  - and only until Calista - real love. In return, Liam was devoted to Justin and willing to do anything for him. Liam loved Justin more than anyone and became everything that Justin wanted. They were adorable together. Some of their friends found their affection annoying, in a sort of loving way.

The two very horny boys experimented with all kinds of kinky things. But it was Justin’s rough, violent demeanor, already well developed at this point, that excited young Liam. He loved when Justin was rough with him. Justin was careful at first, but it got rougher and rougher. Liam became addicted to Justin’s strength and getting beaten up. Looking back, it was surprising how kinky and violent they were at such a young age. It got to a point that they couldn’t have sex without Liam feeling some kind of pain - and Justin administering it. Of course, they were both still young and immature and didn’t always know what they were doing. 

They were on a road trip together in New York to see Broadway shows. Liam loved the theater so wealthy Justin took him on a fancy long weekend in New York. Things got out of hand their first night there.

Justin was fucking Liam violently, paying no mind to how his massive cock was tearing at Liam’s asshole, destroying him. Justin had Liam on the floor, growling and spitting as he assaulted his boy. He had his hands around his neck and was pounding him harshly, his head was smashing against the dresser. It was common for them to push limits and this seemed like every other time. Somewhere along the way, Justin lost control. He came close so many times, but this time he actually did. He had his hands so tightly around Liam’s neck that he was unable to breathe. He was also fucking the boy so hard that he was causing real internal damage. Liam’s head hit one of the drawer pulls on the dresser and started bleeding from the back of his head. The unusually hard fucking tore at his rectum and caused him to bleed from his ass. He was losing blood, having trouble breathing and fading fast. His face had turned various shades of blue, purple and red. Justin realized something was wrong and stopped. It was too late. Liam was unconscious and barely alive.

Making matters worse, Justin had no idea what to do. Liam was just laying there, lifeless in a puddle of blood. All Justin could do was yell, “Liam! LIAM!! Fuck!!” He had no idea how much he had hurt him when he was fucking him. Justin had injured Liam in multiple ways, very badly. It was a pretty awful situation. Stunned, Justin sat there for hours hoping Liam would wake up, which only made things worse as Liam bled out. Not knowing what to do next, he called his father. Justin’s father was a very well connected ‘fixer’ and knew exactly what to do.

As they rolled Liam out of the hotel room on a stretcher, Justin had tears in his eyes as he just stood there, motionless. Justin was taken into custody and brought to the police station. He was quickly released and sent home. Were it not for his father’s connections, Justin would have ended up in prison. His father eventually cleaned up Justin’s mess, including buying off Liam’s parents to stay quiet.

The incident scarred Justin for years. He wondered if maybe he did mean to hurt Liam. He was afraid of being with anyone for years. It was the beginning of how he became such a loner. Eventually, he changed his ways, somewhat. He was still violent, but learned the limitations of his partners, learned how to control his rage. He also decided he could never be with someone ever again. He believed he would only end up hurting them, or worse. He went to therapy and it helped some, but he was still that person. He soon figured out how to meet fucked up guys who let him do bad shit to them. Jack was the first person he met who liked the violence who he actually enjoyed being around. 

In the end, Justin got lucky, and not just because his father took care of things. Liam survived the ordeal, though he was never the same. His recovery was tough. He struggled with being close to people and was in constant fear of getting hurt. Liam would flinch every time someone tried to touch him. He wanted nothing to do with Justin ever again - or that was what Justin was told. Liam had to move and couldn’t tell Justin where he went. He disappeared from Justin’s life forever, but never stopped thinking about him.

For a long time, Justin couldn't stop thinking about Liam. He was still in love. Eventually, he repressed those feelings thinking he’d never see Liam again. He had to move on. 

***

Liam never stopped being in love with Justin. Even through his relationship with Danny, he continued to think about Justin. He has always wanted to track Justin down - something that Justin didn’t make easy. He finally figured out where he lived and thought about reaching out to him many times. Danny always told him it wasn’t worth it and jokingly would tell Liam that he can find Justin when he was dead. 

Liam wasn’t interested in revenge as much as he wanted to chastise Justin for how things ended, especially how Justin handled getting him help. He wanted to not only see Justin again, but he dreamt of getting back together with him. He figured rekindling their romance probably wasn’t going to happen, but still held out hope. Liam wanted his opportunity to dominate and abuse Justin. He especially wanted to fuck him. He really wanted to have his chance to return the torture Justin gave to him. 

Unfortunately, Danny was killed in a parasailing accident. He was an actor, but also sort of a daredevil. After Danny’s death, Liam decided to make an effort to find Justin and meet him. After more than a year, he sees him on CNN and decides to go to Milwaukee to find him. He manages to track down a phone number for Justin and calls him.

“Hello. Is this Justin Kramer?”

“Maybe? Who the fuck are you?”

“Someone you once knew very well.”

“Look, I’m a busy dude. I don’t have time for fucking games.”

“Well, let me set the scene for you. New York City. A suite at the Marriott Marquis hotel. Two young lovers violently fucking. It ended in blood, gore and tragedy…”

“Who the fuck is this? This isn’t fucking funny.”

“It’s not meant to be funny, my big, bad Justy.”

“Dude. You’re freaking me out. This can’t be…this sick joke isn’t fucking funny!”

“Is it really that hard for you to believe your sweet, little Liam would be calling you?”

Justin was stunned. He just stood there in silence. He realized that it really was Liam. There was no way it was someone playing a joke on him. Only Liam knew about his pet name for him, Justy. For the first time in a long time, he had no idea what to say or do. 

“Justin? Are you there? You better not have hung up on me.”

“I’m here. Fuck. Yeah. I’m here.”

“I expected a warmer welcome, but you can make it up to me when you see me. I’m in Milwaukee. That’s where you are, right?”

“Yeah. I’m at my office now. In fucking Milwaukee. Shit, how did you find me?”

“Um, you were on fucking CNN last week. It was pretty easy from there. Though I knew where you lived once and have even called your office a few times. Anyway, I don’t know this lame ass city, so tell me where to meet you.”

“Where are you staying? Are we eating or drinking? Or are we just meeting and moving on?”

“I’m at the Saint Kate. I’m thinking you probably will want to drink, but I’m gonna want food at some point. I didn’t come all this way to just move on.”

“Fine. I need some time to clear my day. I’ll meet you at the bar there at 3:30. So, um, this isn’t a trap of some kind, right? You’re not going to come after me for money or some other shit, are you?”

“Even if I was, I wouldn’t tell you. I’ll see you in a couple of hours.”

***

Before he went to meet up with Liam, Justin had to finish one bit of business at the office. He asked Wesley to call Harrison to his office. 

“You know you have a phone too, dear.”

“Yeah, but even though you’re a fucking primadonna, you still work me me, girlfriend.”

“Fine. Then I’m outta here. I have a date.”

“Good. Maybe he can fuck some of that attitude out of you.”

When Wesley called for him, Harrison was busy blowing one of the architects. He had been having a busy day on his knees and was a little sloppy when he got to Justin’s office. His hair was a mess and had a glob of cum in it. He had cum stains on his shirt too.

“Jesus, Harry. Why don’t you fucking clean your slut ass up?”

“Sorry, Wesley said it was urgent. Larry blew his load and I ran right up here. Sorry.”

“Go wash up. I have a surprise for you.”

Harrison came out of the bathroom and sat in the chair across from Justin’s desk. He was excited about Justin’s surprise.

“So, you have been here a while, how are you liking it?”

“Being the office slut or my actual job?”

“I know you love being the office slut, you fucking pig. I mean your job.”

“I fucking love it! Yeppers! It is beyond awesome! The guys have taught me a lot. Professor Kevin is really impressed with my classwork. This is my fucking dream job!” Harrison was practically bouncing out of his chair. “I’m not gonna lie, I really like being the office slut too.”

“So I’ve been told. Anyway, first I have a gift for you.” Justin handed a large, heavy box to Harrison.

“Jesus. This is fucking heavy.” Harrison ripped the paper off to reveal a very fancy box. He popped the lid open and inside were a set of five glass dildos. “Whoaaa! Fuck yeah! This is fucking awesome Justin!!”

“I knew you’d like them. Calista told me how much you enjoyed fucking yourself with the random glass sculpture at the suite in Miami. I figured you should have glass toys that are made to be toys and not art, though they are really beautiful.”

“Fuck! These are so beautiful! I’m gonna display them!”

“I am sure you will. I hope you enjoy them…”

“Can I try them right now? Please? Just looking at them has my ass twitching. Please?”

“I guess my other surprise can wait. Go for it.”

Before Justin even finished his sentence, Harrison was ripping his clothes off. Each of the five toys were of varying sizes and textures. Of course, Harrison grabbed the biggest one to try out. It was fifteen inches long and was a set of beads stacked on top of one another. There were five of them, the first was the smallest at about an inch and a half wide, the largest was four inches wide. It had a flat bottomed base so it could stand on its own and the final bead was completely rounded at the bottom, like a butt plug would be. Harrison was drooling over his new toy. He was so excited, he forgot about Justin’s other surprise. 

Justin tossed him a bottle of lube. Harrison climbed up on top of Justin’s conference table and laid back, spreading his legs open. He caressed the toy for a bit before slipping it into his mouth to suck on it, then he lubed it up. He stood it in the middle of the table and squatted over it. He smiled at Justin as he lowered himself on the glass toy. It easily entered his frequently used hole. Harrison let out a long, sensual sigh as he slid completely down onto the dildo, taking the final bead into his ass. His hole clenched around the thinner base, making the whole toy disappear into him.

“Oh fuck me! Justin, this is fucking incredible!!”

“I can see. Come on boy, show me what you can do.”

The dildo was heavy enough that Harrison didn’t have to hold it down. He began to ride the massive glass toy up and down. He started to ride it harder and harder, taking it all the way in and then abruptly pulling off of it. He was going at it hard, so hard that he lost his balance and almost fell off the table. To prevent that again, Harrison laid back and put his legs in the air. He grabbed the base of the dildo and shoved it into his ass. He savored the feeling of his hole stretching for a moment and then began to fuck himself. He pounded and pounded vigorously, fucking himself with everything he had. The heavy toy presented a little challenge, as well as the slipperiness, but he managed to make it work. 

“Please, Justin, come fuck me with it. Please!”

Justin wasn’t one to ignore a plea from a horny boy, so he got up, took his shirt off and went to help Harrison out. Justin was able to get a better grip, which allowed him to really fuck Harrison hard. He tried not to go too hard, given the inflexibility of the toy. At one point, he held the toy just before the final bead and slipped a finger in. This made Harrison shudder and yelp. Justin worked the toy a little as he added a couple more fingers. He was stretching Harrison’s hole in different ways, giving him some wild sensations. Finally, Justin pulled the toy out.

“I think you need something bigger.”

“Yeppers! Please fuck me!!”

“Oh no. I mean this,” Justin said as he held up his hand.

“FUCK YESSS!!” Harrison screamed.

Justin’s cock was huge and thick, but his hands were even bigger and his arms thicker. Harrison had only been fisted one other time by Justin and it hurt so much he had to stop. He didn’t care how much it was going to hurt and wanted it badly. 

Justin inserted two fingers into Harrion’s lube slicked hole and began rotating them around. After a few more seconds he inserted two more, making Harrison moan and squirm. Then, with a quick motion Justin folded his thumb into the palm of his massive hand and pushed. Harrison let out a loud, high pitched yelp as his ass just swallowed Justin’s hand with ease. Harrison’s hole was much more experienced than the last time they tried this. Justin didn’t hesitate and started to push further. He soon had his thick arm halfway up the forearm. Harrison was completely out of his mind and spitting out a string of gibberish. 

Justin let Harrison’s pulsating ass relax around his arm. He was totally in awe at how easily Harrison took his arm in. He decided to keep pushing in and slowly slid his arm deeper into the boy’s gut. He made his hand bulge in Harrison’s belly as he turned and twisted. Harrison was so crazed, he could only utter short chirps and squeaks amid deep breaths. It seemed a bit much, so Justin decided to check in.

“Are you ok?” Justin asked. Harrison nodded uncontrollably yes. 

With Harrison’s approval, Justin increased his speed and began to fuck Harrison’s widely stretched hole faster and harder. He went in as deep as his elbow and pulled back, pistoning faster and faster, with long strokes, nearly pulling out and thrusting back in. Justin kept this up for a few minutes until Harrison put his hands out indicating he needed a break. “Don’t pull out, just stop for a minute, please.” Justin held his hand just at the point of pulling out and waited for Harrison to be ready for more. Harrison nodded and laid his head back again. Justin slowly built up his rhythm again.

“Damn, boy. Your ass is fucking amazing.”

Harrison nodded to acknowledge Justin’s comment and just laid back again, holding his barely hard cock out of the way. Justin was approaching his original pace again and kept going further. He started to really go fast, fist fucking Harrison’s ass with a more frenetic pace. Justin pulled his fist out and shoved it back in harshly. He began to punch Harrison’s loose hole. He then started shoving his other fist in, alternating from one to the other, punching into Harrison’s hole harder each time, really wrecking his boyhole. 

Harrison was hysterical. He couldn’t speak, all he could do was moan wildly. He was crying tears of pure joy as Justin ravaged his ass. He finally reached his breaking point and held his arms out. Justin slowly eased his fist from Harrison’s ass.

As they both caught their breath, Justin asked Harrison to show him his rosebud. “Push it out, show me that beauty.” Harrison took a deep breath and pushed out a large, deep pink rosebud. “Nice, Harry, it’s gotten a lot bigger,” Justin said as he poked his finger into the center of it and gently eased it in and out. “That’s it, keep pushing. Show it off, Harry.” Justin continued to massage and finger the giant red mound bursting from Harrison’s stretched out ass. Harrison used both of his hands to pull his hole open as wide as possible to show off as much of his rosebud as he could. He was a quivering mess at this point and eventually couldn’t handle any more stimulation and pulled his bud back in and dropped his legs. 

“Holy fucking shit. I can’t see straight. My head is swimming. Fuck.”

“You are such a good bottom slut. Your ass is beyond perfect. Next time I’m going all in with my arm. I’m gonna really open you up, Harry.”

“Name the time and place, Justin. I’m there. Oh, didn’t you have another surprise for me, or was that it?”

“Oh, shit! Why don’t we get cleaned up and go for dinner. I can tell you all about your big promotion.”

“What? Promotion? I don’t think I can take any more excitement.”

***

When Justin walked into the bar, he didn’t recognize Liam right away. In fact, he walked past him as he looked around for him. 

“Hey, Rainbow Giant, I’m right here.”

“Oh, fuck. Sorry. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you.”

“Fifteen years long. You look fucking spectacular, as I suspected you would. You are so fucking colorful.”

“You look…very different. Nothing like I remember.”

“Ah. Is that your way of saying I look like shit?”

‘Wow. You are different. You don’t look like shit. You’re as fucking cute as ever. But…um…you do look really different.”

“Not very convincing,” Liam responded disappointedly. “Fuck man, those pants are freaking tight. Do you actually go to work with your dick so clearly outlined like that?”

Liam was different and definitely looked different. Liam was more confident and much better at expressing himself, even if he seemed a little rough around the edges. He realized that he wasn’t a weak submissive. He stopped letting people walk all over and bully him. People liked being around him now and he made casual friends easily. Sexually, Liam learned that he was much more of a top - a good one at that. He could be sort of dominant and definitely liked to be in charge. He liked things rough, but was never as rough as Justin, he never wanted to be. Ironically, he still got enjoyment from pain, but he avoided the kinds of situations he put himself in with Justin. He liked to inflict pain, but again, nothing like what Justin did.

Liam was very cute with an overall unkempt look and a strong sexual energy. He was only about 5’9” tall and very, very thin. He had a mustache that looked like a 70s ‘porn star’ mustache. His brown, curly hair was always messy and usually under a ball cap. His brown eyes were usually bloodshot from his drinking. His face was young looking, though slightly weathered, even though he was the same age as Justin. He had an infectious smile with a dimple in his chin, was frequently unshaven with an uneven stubble. He was a heavy smoker, and since Danny died, he was a fairly heavy drinker. He spent a lot of time at his neighborhood bar by himself, usually drinking to the point that he passed out. He’s generally content, but still somewhat depressed, though usually a pleasant person. He dresses like an unmade bed, wearing t-shirts, jeans, worn out sneakers, denim jackets - almost all of which is either dirty, worn out, or torn. He buys his clothes at thrift stores, if he bothers to buy anything at all. 

They talked over a few drinks and began to click with each other once again. They graduated to dinner and continued the conversation. Justin shared his path from being an aimless party boy loner to being a multi-billionaire real estate mogul with a transgender girlfriend, and a chosen family. Liam took Justin through the difficult period after the accident and to how he managed to pull himself together, realize who he really was, write a hugely successful graphic novel series, find love and get married, and eventually revert back to being a loner himself. It went really well, they were connecting almost like they were when they were together. They continued talking at a quiet table in the lounge. Even though it was going well, Justin sensed there was more to this visit. Liam was just explaining his books to Justin.

“I promise you, when you look up who Ezra Krandall is, you are probably going to be kinda pissed. He’s actually a shitty person for most of the series. A violent, murderous, perverted, sadistic person who does a lot of really bad things. For some reason, people love him. I think they just want to fuck him. Here, this is what he looks like.” Liam showed Justin pictures of his protagonist from his phone.

“For fuck’s sake! Did you really just draw me and make me the bad guy?” Justin exclaimed, surprised at how much the character looked like him. “Though he is really fucking hot. Is this how you think of me?”

“You are and always will be the hottest fucking person I have ever seen. Seeing you now confirms that for me. I don’t think you’re evil, but you were pretty shitty to me in the end. I do think about you. A lot.”

“Seriously, after all that happened, you still think about me?”

“This is probably a good segue into at least one of the reasons I wanted to see you.”

“Oh shit. Here’s where the whole evening goes sideways.”

“Fuck off, Justin!” Liam harshly poked Justin in his chest. “This took a lot for me to do. I think you owe this much to me. I never had a chance to say anything to you after everything happened. My parents fucking freaked and got way too fucking overprotective. They fucking suck anyway. Yeah, maybe things will go sideways. At least you can just walk away and not be rolled out in a fucking stretcher.”

“Ouch. That gets to the point. You’re right though. I’m sorry. Actually, I never got to say I’m sorry. We never had any closure.”

“I do want to hear you say you’re sorry and it means alot to me. Justin, my life was fucked up for so long. And you know what? You did that to me. Do you even realize how much control you had over me? How much you influenced who I was at that time? I never had a chance to be myself. I was your boy. I didn’t mind either, I would have been your boy forever. Fucking forever. I loved the fuck out of you. I still love you just like I did then. I still think about what could have been. Maybe what happened was for the best. Maybe it was what needed to happen to free me from your grip.”

“Whoa. I had no fucking clue. How could I? I was just a kid too. What the fuck did I know? I am really fucking sorry. I loved the fuck out of you too. I think I still love you in some way. I couldn’t love anyone again until I met Jack and that wasn’t real love. Calista is the first person I’ve fallen in love with since you. It was a lot easier for me, I know, but it wasn’t a party either. God damn. I’m so fucking sorry.” Justin began to cry.

“Stop that shit. I’m not here to make you feel bad. I mean, I needed to tell you how much you fucked me up, but it’s not like I wasn’t kinda fucked up already. I’m a huge fucking success and I’m still kinda fucked up. I might be depressed, but believe it or not, I’m happy.” Liam paused for a moment and looked away to keep himself from crying. “Anyway, here’s what I was mad about. You fucking did nothing. I laid there bleeding to death from my fucking head and my FUCKING ASS and you just sat there like a stupid fucking moron. Crying like you are now. You called your fucking father before you called 911 and that was fucking hours after you smashed my head into a god damned dresser! Do you realize how much better I would have been if you had called for help right away? So, that’s one thing I wanted to tell you to your face. Fuck you for being such a dumb ass. Fuck you for letting me rot while you worried about yourself. Fuck you, Justin. That’s why my character is such a fucking horrible person. That’s what I thought of you.”

Justin stopped crying, but still felt awful. He looked down at the bar and had no idea what to say. He knew Liam was right. “Man, I don’t know what to say.”

“It’s ok. There’s nothing you could say. I’m really over it, but I still needed to say that. Fuck yeah, I feel much fucking better. I’m good with you now. All is forgiven. There’s your fucking closure. I know you didn’t mean to hurt me that way. I just wish you’d done something about it when you could. Fucking moron.”

“I was pretty fucking stupid. Ugh. I’m just gonna say it once more. I’m sorry.”

“Come here,” Liam got up from his chair and put his arms out. Justin did the same and they hugged. It was a tight, warm embrace that they held for a while. Both of them shed a few tears as they held each other. As they parted, Liam looked up at Justin, “how the fuck are you even hotter now than you were then?”

“Shut up. Whatever. The more I look at you though, the more I am into this look on you. You are pretty close to looking fucking homeless. Do they pay you for these books? Can you fucking afford clothes?”

“They pay me. A lot. Hey, I don’t give a fuck what people think of how I look. I’m comfortable. I like the way I dress. I’m a fucking slob and I know it. Shit, I didn’t even shower this morning and I’m certain these clothes haven’t been washed in weeks.”

“The overwhelming smell of cigarettes covers up everything else.”

“I have managed to sit here with you for how many fucking hours without going for a smoke, so fuck off. I guess I could smell like the fucking botanical gardens in springtime and look like you, like a fucking unicorn shit all over me.”

“What happened to cute, sweet Liam?”

“He’s not fucking here tonight Mary. You’re what fucking happened to that boy.”

“Are you trying to get me to kick your fucking ass again? I think I could muster up the will now that I’m forgiven.”

“No, I don’t want you to kick my ass, at least not yet. I kinda had something else in mind.”

“Ah ha! There is more to this reunion isn’t there? You do have an ulterior motive.”

“I really fucking do.” Liam leaned in close to Justin. His face took on a sinister look. He put his hand on Justin's shoulder and looked right into his eyes. “I want to fuck you so hard. I want to hear you scream and cry. I want to beat the fuck out of you and use you hard. I want to dominate you, possess you, make you mine. I want you to feel pain, so much pain. I want you to beg for me to stop. I want you to be afraid of what I will do to you. I want to use you ruthlessly until all that's left of you is submission to my will.”

“Holy shit. That’s fucking dark. Who the fuck are you?”

“I’m Liam fucking McGrew and I’m damned fucking serious.”

“I can tell. You know I’m no sub. I don’t let anyone do any of that to me, that’s not my thing.”

“Like I fucking care if it’s your thing. Turns out it wasn’t my thing either!”

“I thought I was forgiven. You’re still pretty fucking angry. You really are serious, You really want to hurt me like that.”

“Yes. Now, let’s pay our bill and go up to my room. I probably won’t get to possess you or even scare you, but I still plan to fuck you.”

“Liam, you know I’m not a bottom. I don’t get fucked.”

“Again, captain fucking obvious, I don’t give a fuck. I let you fuck me all those years. Can’t I get one shot at that thick ass of yours?”

“If you’re going to insult my ass, you’re not going to get my ass. I’ll go upstairs with you. No guarantees it will go the way you want. I’m a lot fucking stronger than you.”

“Yeah, we’ll see missy.”