True Stories Series

Never have I ever been so royally sucked, fucked and manhandled than with Capt. Mason and his partner, Erik. If there’s one thing that I love the most, it’s being tag teamed. I’m a versatile guy, the position depends on the other dude, but in group sex, I love being the bottom. I like seeing multiple guys get off on my body, it’s one of the few times I can just be a total slut.

I’m lucky enough to have that wholesome, boy-next-door jock look that a lot of guys, including me, are drawn to. I was still in the military reserves and hadn’t gotten out of the habit of keeping my hair short and tight and my body in prime condition, so my look also screamed military. Being from the Midwest, a jock and military, for a long time the uber masculine stereotype was pounded into my head which led me to believe a real man was always a top. So, that’s what I was for a long time until I finally submitted to my curiosity and realized it takes just as much testosterone to be a bottom as it does to be a top. But for some reason, being with more than one guy at one time, the idea of men using me or the idea of me; masculine, muscular, athletic, military; to bring pleasure to themselves did something to me that made me seek that out. I liked to come off as rough and tough but if I thought I could get in a situation where I could be used, I’d take it.

I went straight from active duty into the reserves and became a personal trainer which seemed the right direction to go since all I did while serving was work out constantly. It was the thing I was best at. The gym I trained at was near two major bases, so it had a high military client base. Every day I got to train myself and others while feasting on muscular, overly masculine, military boys all day long.

Capt. Bill Mason came in to work out every day after work. He was one of those guys my eye went directly to when he walked in a room. I always got the butterfly feeling in my gut when I saw him walk in and say hello. He was movie star handsome, jet-black hair, chocolate eyes, olive skin, tall and built. His fatigues were tight against his body, tailored to his form, combined with his black leather combat boots made him look like a bad ass. He had a cocky sneer all the time, his upper lip always curled up on one side. It was fucking adorable. His demeanor was very alpha and intimidating, not a lot of smiling but when he did, his teeth were dazzling white.

His partner, Erik, was a Nordic god. The tall blonde accompanied his Army partner most of the time. He was a civilian but worked on post as a physical therapist. His body was carved out of ice; sleek, smooth, hairless, ripped muscle. His eyes were iridescent blue, and his face was almost pretty, high cheek bones, angular features, cleft chin. He wasn’t as intimidating as his partner, easier to talk to. When I saw them together, it was clear the captain was in charge. When it came to deciding who was hotter, Capt. Mason had the Superman/Clark Kent thing going on and Erik had the Thor- God of Thunder look so it was hard to decide, so why even try?

I played coy with them for a few weeks. I knew they were gay; they were too pretty not to be so my gaydar was pinging off the scales. I, however, worked in a profession that frowned upon openly gay personal trainers, so I kept it on the DL. I learned to be good at it from my time on active duty, always had to hook up discreetly. But as time went on, and as I began seeing them every day, we became friendly with each other. Bill Mason was always very direct and somewhat flirtatious. I’m pretty sure they caught on to my attraction to them after a short time because I failed to always keep my eyes off the prize. I couldn’t stop trying to catch glimpses of the two while they worked out and they knew it or at least suspected. Erik was more flirtatious and after a while I would flirt right back.

My perfect sexual scenario came about when I was leaving the gym after my last client of the day. Bill and Erik were also leaving. We struck up a conversation in the parking lot and out of the blue, Bill asked me to have coffee with them. It wasn’t really a question, more of a demand, but he delivered it in a nice way. From past experience with alpha males, I got an inkling of what was about to happen so, of course, I agreed.

I met them a few blocks away at a Starbucks. We sat outside in a private corner and made small talk. I could tell they were trying to read me. I didn’t think they were 100% sure I was into guys but pretty sure. There was a lot of speaking in code, trying to see if I caught on to some of the gay vernacular. Bill did most of the talking which made sense. They did nothing to hide the fact they were a couple, and I didn’t act like I didn’t know either.

“You mind if I ask you a personal question?” Bill asked me, chewing on the end of a straw.

I knew where this was going, and I loved the cat and mouse play. “Shoot,” I shrugged.

“We have a bet going on and we want you to end it once and for all.”

I smiled and said, “Ok, no problem.”

“Erik thinks you’re straight and I think you’re not,” Bill stated with a wink. “He says you’re just one of those straight guys who flirts with gay guys to build up their own your ego.”

Erik rolled his eyes at Bill. I laughed and sat back, crossing my arms. I love this foreplay. My dick was stiff.

“Well?” Erik asked.

I pointed at Erik and said, “I do flirt with gay guys.”

“See, told you,” Eric said pointing at Bill.

“Because I like dick.” I added.

“I was right,” Bill said confidently and condescendingly to Erik.

“Oh please, you think every guy is gay,” Erik said while rolling his eyes.

“Not EVERY guy, just the pretty ones,” said Bill with a big grin. He looked at me and smirked. “You’re way to pretty to be straight. Besides, I’m always right.”

“Is he always right?” I asked Erik.

Erik rolled his eyes again and sighed. “Yeah. And he let’s me know all the time.”

I laughed while Bill gave him a consoling pat on the shoulder. “Babe, face it, your gaydar sucks.”

“Fuck off,” Erik chided and then turned to me. “You don’t come off as gay at all. He said you were teasing us.”

Bill chuckled and looked at him and said, “I can always tell.” Then he looked at me and said, “I knew after the second time I saw you. Damn, that ass,” he complimented my best body part with a growl.

“The second time?” I taunted.

“Yeah. The first time, you were blank, I couldn’t read you. The second time, I watched who you watched in the gym. You had your eyes all over that other personal trainer, the half-Asian kid. The really hot one.”

I knew exactly who he was talking about and yes, I was always staring at that hot piece of straight boy ass. Jeff was a compact, rock hard, little dude with the most fuckable ass but alas, straight as an arrow. I was in love with that boy, he was ripped and hairless and adorable. I wanted to fuck him so bad. He knew I was crushing on him.

“Jeff?” I questioned.

Bill nodded his head. “Yeah, Jeff, that’s the one. He’s a hot little fucker.”

I nodded my head, bit my lower lip while smiling and wagged an eyebrow.

Bill looked into my eyes and grinned. “You slut. You fucked him, didn’t you.”

“Nah, I wish. But not for lack of trying,” I added.

“Really?” asked Erik. “Do tell.”

“Jeff knew about me. He figured it out because I was very flirtatious with him. He didn’t care. It fed his ego. We were drunk one night, partying with some other trainers from the club, and he put his arm around me and slurred to me, ‘Dude, if I were gay, I’d fuck you.’”

“There you go,” Bill pointed out. “That’s when you strike. That’s when they’re most vulnerable, they’re curious and drunk and their inhibitions go down and Bam! You’ve just had sex with a straight boy.”

“Right?” I agreed. “That kind of admission is just his subconscious becoming conscious for a few minutes and that’s my que to introduce him to cock before he sobers up. I laughed and told him that ‘YOU would be the one getting fucked every day, pretty boy.’ The poor kid looked at me shocked before both of us broke down laughing so hard. But then I said seriously, ‘No, really, I would fuck your sweet, little bubble butt whenever I want.’ In his eyes, I saw a spark of curiosity, some serious eye contact and I could tell he was contemplating it. But he either got scared or sobered up so, alas, the night did not end with him face down in the grass with my cock plowing his ass. I wanted to hold him down and rape that tight little butt.”

“Yeah?” Bill asked with sudden interest. “You’d rape the kid?”

“Depends on if he cooperated or not. He was a dick-tease, leading me on. He would have deserved it.” I winked and they both looked at each other like they were speaking telepathically.

“Well, that answers the other question we bet on,” Erik said.

“What question is that?” I asked.

Bill set his coffee down and smiled. “If you were gay, are you a top or a bottom?”

“Top,” Erik chimed in. Bill scoffed.

Eric gave him a frustrated look. “Did you not just hear him say he would ass-rape a dude? You owe me,” Erik told him and slapped Bill on the shoulder.

I looked at Bill with amusement, “You bet that I was a bottom?”

He raised an eyebrow. “I still do,” he said seductively.

I nodded my head, but my expression said I would never tell. I was teasing them.

“Wait,” Erik broke in. “Are you a bottom?” He looked at Bill with hope in his eyes then back to me. I knew what they wanted to hear.

I looked at him and then at Bill. For dramatic effect, I took a slow drink of coffee before setting it down. I leaned forward and quietly said, “Always in three ways.”

Erik choked and Bill let out a sly sounding, “Nice.”

I sat back and looked all cocky and proud. I had basically invited myself into a scenario that they had planned anyway. The couple that plays together…

“That’s exactly what we like to hear,” Bill said.

“Then we’re on the same page,” I said with a flirty wink.

“Rough?” Bill asked.

“Oh yeah,” I nodded my head slowly.

Erik asked, “What are you doing for the rest of the day?”

“Apparently, getting tag teamed.”

Bill sat up and immediately took charge. “We live about a mile away. Follow us.” Then he stood up, pulled up Erik and led him towards their truck. That move turned me on even more than the flirting. I fucking love it when a hot dude takes control and I love it even more when there are two of them.

I followed them to their first-floor apartment. As soon as we were inside, Bill was all over me. Erik was unphased by is partner’s aggressive behavior, like it happened all the time. Later, I would find out that it did happen all the time. Bill pushed me up against the wall, more like slammed me against the wall. His gestures were rough and overly aggressive. It made me a little nervous when he grabbed my throat and held it, spitting in my mouth and then kissing me.

Bill was a very dominant man. He used his size to intimidate and take what he wanted. His attitude was one that told me I knew what I was getting into when I agreed to come home with them, so no holds barred. And he was definitely using all the holds he had. I’m a big guy, average height but I weigh in at two-hundred-pounds of solid muscle. He was flinging me around like I weighed nothing. Erik kissed me too and he was aggressive as well but no where near as much as Bill. Bill was in this to conquer me, not to romance me. Little did he know how much I really fucking loved getting tagged.

I knew things were getting a little out of control when Bill pushed me face down onto the living room carpet and climbed on top. He was humping my ass with his beer can sized cock. He took enough time away from kissing my neck to give an order to Erik.

“Go get the shower ready,” he barked. Erik promptly turned and did as he was told. I didn’t know what he meant by the getting the shower ready but then I didn’t really give a shit at that moment. I had a fucking hot guy humping my ass.

“You’re a fucking hot boy,” he hissed into my ear. “You need to get fucked. Strutting around the gym, showing off that slutty ass in those leggings you wear, begging to be fucked. That’s how I knew you were a slut. Oh yeah, you asked for this.”

I was still wearing my training uniform, the corporate t-shirt and shorts but not for long. Erik came back and grabbed the waistband of my shorts and and pulled them off.

At that moment, I was scared but when I look back at it, I just get hard thinking about it. I have to say I can honestly tell you what it feels like to be raped because the next thing I feel is Bill ramming his cock into my unlubed ass! I felt like I had been shot up my ass. I screamed and I mean I screamed loud! I know their upstairs neighbors must have heard me, hell, any neighbors would have heard me. And it hurt like a motherfucker. I actually cried. He slapped his hand over my mouth and held still, deep inside me. I kept screaming into his hand.

“Shhhh…,” he whispered in my ear. “You’re fine, you’re fine. Relax that hole and it will feel better. You know the drill, slut.”

“Bill, don’t hurt the kid,” Erik said.

“He’s ok, he’s ok,” Bill whispered into my ear.

“Are you sure?” Erik questioned him. “He doesn’t sound fine.”

“It’s what he wants, it’s what he wants, right?” he growled in my ear. It wasn’t a question. It was a statement. His hand clamped harder on my mouth as he began to slowly fuck me. And if I could have spoke, I know I would have said, “NO! It’s not what I wanted. Prepare to die!”

I was struggling but he rode my like a bucking bronco. I tried to push myself up, try to get him off me but he was bigger and stronger and at that point I thought I might die in that apartment. I was screaming obscenities into his hand. The more I struggled, the more he dug in harder.

“Shh, shh, shh,” Bill whispered. “It’s ok, it’s ok. Good boy. Don’t be a little bitch.” I tried to bite him but that didn’t work. It just made him more aggressive.

“Take my rape,” he snarled loudly.

I heard him but I was a little out of my body, looking down at what was happening. I looked up at Erik who looked down at me with grave concern but making no effort to help me. He seemed too scared to stop him. I also assumed he was usually the one in my position. He strikes me as the submissive type and these three ways was his only chance at topping for once.

“Hey,” Erik then said to Bill, “seriously, take it easy on him. You’re going to ruin him for me.” He then left the room, and I heard the shower start. Maybe Erik didn’t really have a concern for me.

“Pretty boy has a fucking tight ass,” said Bill, licking my ear.

I didn’t reply. I just let him go at me. He was bucking on me pretty hard. My hole still hurt but I realized that my dick was hard. I was basically getting raped, and my cock was stiff as a board. I wasn’t sure if I liked what was happening or what. I started swearing again, muffled by his large hand.

“Hey, hey hey,” he scolded. “You’re ok. Come on, I know you’re used to this. I’m going to cum in your ass so many times today. Get that hole sloppy wet.”

Now, I know I’m fucked in the head because I got harder. He was really getting off on me and some fucked up thing in my brain told me it was ok.

He added, “And you’ll come back for more because you’re a slut.”

Erik reappeared with a bottle of lube. “Christ, if you’re going to wreck him at least use some fucking lube,” he said with an angry sneer to Bill. Erik drizzled lube on Bill’s dick as he fucked me, lubricating my damaged hole.

“Damn, you’re a screamer, aren’t you, slut?” Bill said.

“Shower’s ready,” Erik called out. “Drag that hot ass in there.”

“In a second,” Bill said back as he rutted into me more before finally letting me up. His cock slipping out left a void that I was sure was never going to be the same.

I stood up and leaned against the wall on one hand, out of breath and very pissed off. I was coughing from all the yelling I had been doing into his hand. I felt my shirt being pulled up off me and then his hand grasping the back of my neck. He pushed my naked body down the hallway towards the bathroom.

“Hey, fucker!” I yelled to Bill. “We’re done here. Let me fucking go! I’m going home.”

He did not take kindly to that. He literally tripped me, I fell forward to the floor, and he mounted me and raped my ass again. Luckily, he had lubed me a few minutes ago so it wasn’t as bad but still, it hurt.

“Shut the fuck up, you stupid slut. Here’s what you came here for,” he snarled as he pushed my face into the carpet and gave me some violent thrusts. I really hated this dude at that second but try as I would, he was in control. And I was very turned on.

“Now, are you going to be a good boy and behave?” he asked.

I did not reply.

“Because if you do, we’ll treat you real nice. If you don’t, there’s more of this,” he threatened with a hard thrust.

“Why the fuck, dude?” I asked him with venom in my voice.

“This is what you want. Don’t deny it. This is how guys like you want to be treated,” he replied.

He pulled out and helped me up. His hand returned to my neck, and he led me into the bathroom where Erik was waiting in the shower. Oh my God, he was beautiful. He was so ripped, and his cock was so big, long and uncut. It was the first uncut cock I had seen in person. He was more beautiful than any fitness model or any underwear model for that fact.

Bill pushed me into the shower, into the arms of his god-like partner. Erik held me against him and then asked, “You ok? Bill tends to get overly excited with guys like you.”

“Like me?” I asked back.

“You know. You slutty gym jocks, slutting around the gym getting fucked by all the hot guys. You’re a dime a dozen,” he said with a cocky grin.

“Ok, first, I don’t slut around the gym and second, this is fucking rape, asshole,” I informed them defiantly.

“DUDE, dude, dude,” Bill said pulling my hair back. “you’re a fucking gym slut and you fucking know it. Besides, you’re still here, aren’t you? Stop bitching and put out!” Bill gruffly said to me before spinning me around towards him and clamping his mouth over mine. Damn it, he was a good kisser. Erik stepped up behind me and sandwiched me in between them. He was kissing my neck while Bill fed on my mouth. God, Bill felt good. His body was hard, and his hands were rough and calloused. They were focusing all their attention on me, and I loved it.

Slowly, Erik entered me from behind. I gasped at the entry and Bill looked into my eyes. I knew he loved to watch his partner penetrate another man. It was his thing. He was getting off on seeing my facial expression as Erik pushed into me. Bill stared into my eyes, his face so serious, so turned on.

“Good boy,” he said softly to me. “Yeah, you like that. So hot watching your big body get used.”

I moaned as Erik slowly made love to my ass. He was holding back but I didn’t care. I needed a little gentle fucking right about now.

“How’s he feel, Babe?” Bill asked Erik.

I heard a moan come from behind me, “Oh fuuuck, Babe. He’s so fucking tight.”

“Are you sure about that,” I grunted out with sarcasm.

“I’m surprised you’re tight at all, slut. I can imagine all the cock you’re getting from the club,” said Bill like the asshole he was. I was done trying to convince them I wasn’t getting cock from the club. Well, not a ton of cock, mostly ass.

“You were right,” Erik said to Bill. “This bitch is so fucking hot! I’m glad I was wrong for once.”

Bill chuckled. “I’m never wrong when it comes to guys like him. He only works in a gym because he likes muscle cock. Right?” he asked me before he kissed me.

“Right?” Bill asked again more forcefully.

“Yes,” I replied. The cock in my ass was so fucking good. Erik knew how to fuck a used ass.

“What was that, Slut?” Bill asked again.

“YES!” I exclaimed and then moaned.

“My turn again,” Bill announced before I was spun around and filled with Bill’s cock again. My eyes shot open wide, and Erik smiled at me.

He whispered in my ear, “He’s hot, huh?”

I mumbled, “uh huh.”

“Don’t know what it is or how he does it, but he knows how to pick them. Guys like you,” Erik told me before he leaned down and kissed me, drawing my tongue into his mouth, Bill’s tongue in my ear. Erik was so tall I had to go up on my toes to kiss him and that was sexy to me. It made me feel small and safe in his big arms.

I was being ravished by these two gorgeous masculine hunks and I wanted more. I was still relatively pissed about the rappiness of the start of all this, but I was starting to enjoy being controlled and manhandled by these two men.

It was a few minutes before I was spun around again and fucked by Erik. These two did this to me for a long time, had to be 20-30 minutes, back and forth, back and forth.

Suddenly, I was pulled out of the shower and pushed down onto my back on the wet, slippery bathroom tile. “Let’s take this to the bed.” Bill took my ankle, spun me around and dragged me to the bathroom door where he stopped, my ass halfway through the door onto the carpet. “Fuck it. Take you right here.” He raised my legs up over his shoulders and sunk his cock back into me. He pushed my knees to my chest and made out with me while he fucked.

Erik took me again in the same position, made out with me. I remember him being so handsome and masculine. His uncut cock felt amazing in my ass. He was gentler this time, probably recognizing how much fucking I had taken and need a break.

Bill wanted me again. He took my ankles and spread them wide this time. My legs floating in the air like a wishbone. In this position, I always felt like a real whore. When ever a dude fucked me like this, all I wanted to do was spread wide and let him use my hole.

Bill pushed my spread legs farther, pushed them back, raising my ass higher. I looked up and marveled at his muscular body, his big arms holding my legs out and he fucked me like I was a prostitute, and he was shipping out the next morning.

“Bitches love this position,” Bill smirked.

I couldn’t hold back anymore and grunted out, “Fuck me. I’m your bitch, dude. Fuck me harder.”

And he did. It felt so amazing, and I felt so proud of myself for enduring this harsh fuck session.

He sped up and looked down at me. “I’m gonna breed you.” And with that, he jammed in and threw his head back and howled. I thought the neighbors would hear that too. His body jerked and jerked, and I thought he was going to pass out. I felt his cock expand and gush after gush if warm sperm filled my hole. He lay down on my chest and kissed me, panting, heaving before he slid out.

Erik wasted no time at all. He got between my legs and fucked me the same way. I wanted this one to last because looking up at him and watching him pound away at my ass was like a dream. A dream I never wanted to wake up from. I rubbed my hands over his 8-pak as it flexed with each thrust.

“Where do you want it,” he asked me suddenly.

“Where do you think, fucker?” I said back to him.

He slid in all the way and held in his scream. His face turned bright red, and a vein popped out on his forehead. I felt a few volleys of cum shoot in and mix with his partner’s. He started to pull out, but I grabbed his hips.

“No, stop. I got to cum with you inside me,” I panted.

“Ok,” he said softly. He gently fucked me again and then sped up as I jacked my cock. It didn’t only take but a few seconds and I shot up over my head and on my face. I kept shooting; my cock head was so sensitive by now. I was convulsing with each shoot.

I pulled him down and kissed him until he finally pulled out. His kisses were romantic and sensual. I felt like I could stay and let him fuck me all night.

They helped me up and told me to take a shower. I took a short one and found my clothes laid out on the bed. As I put them on, the two studs came back into the room. Each wearing a pair of boxer briefs.

They brought me in for a 3way kiss. Bill broke the kiss and softly stroked my jaw. “You ok?” he asked with genuine concern.

I saw his eyes were different then they were for the past hour. No fire in them.

“Yeah. I will be.”

“Sorry about the roughness and the shit. I thought we might be on the same page when it came to this.”

“Yeah, we were on the same page…until you got all rapey.”

“Yeah, babe,” Erik chimed in, “you were more rapey than usual.”

Bill shrugged his big shoulders. “You liked it,” he said matter-of-factly to me.

“Mmmmm… I wouldn’t say that…,” I was saying until Bill cut me off.

“You liked it,” he said firmly.

I just stared into his eyes. I was silent and defiant; my face was stone cold.

His expression changed, more serious. He stepped closer to me. “You’ll be back.”

And I did go back. We became occasional fuck buddies, the three of us. Bill never tried to rape me again, but he was still aggressive. Erik was aggressive but also passionate. What started out as a fucked up 3way turned into an exciting, erotic experience. Bill opened my eyes to what I didn’t see before that I was strong enough to take on an alpha on full strength and that I really enjoyed being manhandled and controlled. It was something that repeated off and on for a while, me always the bottom and always the slut.

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