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‘Wild and Wilder’ - 2019-08-17
Wild Ride with a Pornstar.
Wild and Wilder.
***
They towered over me — four gods of the industry in heavy leather jackets, denim, and biker jeans. Four massive dicks swung free, and they had nothing but trouble in mind. The lessons Tony had taught me on that train months ago came in handy now; I didn’t flinch.
I looked up as Jeff pushed his huge, throbbing cock toward my face. I took him… I took it all. The pornstars roared with approval as Jeff plowed my mouth, his dirty talk echoing in the small private back room. Then Damian took his turn. Tony and Cliff followed. I was drowning in them, and I loved every second of it.
***
Let me tell you how it actually began. Friday, late in the morning, I awoke next to Tony. He had spent the night in my bed. The aggressor, the pornstar, the leather master — my lover. He lay there peacefully, the morning sun highlighting the glistening drop of pre-cum on his half-stiff, ten-inch tanned Italian wood.
He was far away in his happy place. I bent toward him, my tongue flickering softly over his shaft as I moved toward the glowing cockhead. I tasted his juice, savoring the salt and musk of him. I gave the helmet gentle kisses, using my tongue to spread the jizz before taking the swelling monster down my throat in one deep, smooth motion.
Because he wasn’t fully hard yet, I could hoover him deep, my nose buried in the plump balls while I made strong, rhythmic swallowing motions. I worked my lips over the entire length, and Tony’s sleepy morning wood turned to granite in seconds. I was eating his prick like a pro, coming up for air only to dive back down… over and over again. I couldn’t get enough of him. Of all the men he must have fucked, he wanted me.
To be honest, waking up next to Tony still felt like a hallucination. The man was a world-class adult entertainer — a beefy, tall muscle god of a Dutch-Italian stallion. Someone like me, a 23-year-old website editor and cybersecurity analyst in a backwater of a Dutch town, shouldn’t have luck like this.
Tony’s wavy black hair glistened on the pillow, and his huge cock twitched under the gentle touch of my tongue. I was punching so far above my weight that I was in another atmosphere, and I couldn’t believe any of it was real.
• Morning wood.
My lover woke up slowly. He moaned, his heavy hand finding my naked ass and gripping tight as the last remnants of sleep faded. Tony dropped his head back against the pillow, yawning and stretching — first his powerful arms, then those massive, tree-trunk legs.
With one hand, he searched for my hole; with the other, he stroked the back of my head, his fingers tangling lovingly in my hair. Once he found his mark, Tony pressed two wet fingers deep inside, making me gurgle on his prick. I hadn’t expected the invasion, and the sound I made was more primal than human. That was clearly what pushed him over the edge.
Tony gripped a fist full of hair, pressing my head forcefully down over his massive cock as he rammed his hips into the air. I was caught between a cock and a hard place. He took absolute control, driving two and then three long fingers into my ass, stretching my untrained hole roughly wide.
As he shot a hot stream of cum deep in my throat, he growled a threat: that I’d better swallow every drop, or he’d shove his fist up to his elbow in my ass. I couldn’t hear much over the blood rushing in my ears, but the cum disappeared down my throat regardless. God, he tasted nice.
Tony slowly released his grip on my hair, his touch turning to a soft caress of admiration against my back. I gasped for air, feeling for a moment like I might actually pass out. Out of breath and reeling, I swallowed the last of the spunk and looked up at him.
“Good morning, sweetheart. Now that is a bloody nice way to wake me up,” Tony said, his voice groggy and warm. He released my ass and pulled me up, laying my head on his broad shoulder. We kissed, and he licked a stray drop of cum from my chin. That was the last thing I remembered before the morning shenanigans put me right back to sleep.
When my bleary eyes finally squinted against the late morning sun again, Tony was still holding me tight to his heaving chest. His morning wood had quite literally fucked the wind out of me. My ass ached from the rough treatment; three fingers were all my twinky hole could handle without prep, and I had never been finger-fucked with such brutal precision.
I looked at Tony as he smiled down at my sweaty face. “Good morning, stud… did you sleep well?” I asked.
“Nearly as well as being woken up by your mouth, Peter. Fuck man, you’re a great cocksucker!” Tony moaned. He pressed a hot, sloppy, wet kiss to my lips, prying them open to French-kiss me deeply.
“Ha… as good as your morning wood tastes, I’d rather have some breakfast. Well, lunch, in our case,” I said, checking the clock. “Damn, stud, it’s already past eleven. I guess we needed our beauty sleep.”
• Disbelief.
Yet, in the back of my mind, one thought looped: “How the hell did I end up with this hunk in my bed?” As a cybersecurity analyst, I was used to logic, data, and predictable systems. But there was no logic to this kind of luck. Tony was everything I wasn’t — a towering monument of muscle and fame. I was just a guy from the Dutch rural provinces who was good with code. I counted my blessings and gave Tony one more small kiss.
“Thanks, Petey,” he said, a little surprised. “What was that for?” he asked.
“For still being here. For waking up next to me…” I said softly. “And for wanting to be my friend… Although I can’t imagine what a pornstar like you sees in me. You’re everything I am not,” I said, sort of ashamed.
Tony pulled me into a bone-crushing hug, his sweaty musk tickling my nose.
“Peter, listen to me. On that train from Amsterdam, I was in a very dark place. I could have hurt you. But you didn’t just take it — you fought back, and then you invited me to fuck you anyway. I saw something in you I’ve lost years ago. You changed my momentum, buddy. I need someone like you. Someone who trusts me to top your ass just as much as someone I can trust to split me in two.”
He looked me dead in the eye, his expression more humble than I’d ever seen it. “Peter… will you be my man?”
My heart hammered against my ribs. “I’ll… — Oh, gosh… Tone? Did you just ask me to be your boyfriend? Tony, we just met! This is a lot of pressure. Do you really want me that much?”
“Peter, I need someone like you in my life. Someone who likes to play rough and who knows how to put the brakes on when needed. Someone who I can trust to top my ass. And someone who allows me to brutally split him in two,” he sighed again.
“Tony, we just met. Heck, you don’t know anything about me…” I sighed, scared. “I don’t know if I can. This is much too soon!… Sorry, Tone… I can’t just…” I got up to leave the room. Tony grabbed my hand and pulled me back to him.
“It’s okay, Petey. I understand. You’re right. We should get to know each other better first. And I am the one who’s sorry, forgive me. But I still want you!” he said reassuringly.
I gave him a lingering look and kissed his hand before heading to the bathroom to brush my teeth. Tony followed moments later, bringing his shaving gear to neatly trim his dark stubble.
• A clean time to get dirty.
We both stood in front of the mirror, and the contrast was staggering. My lean, tanned frame, straight from the offices of the local chemical plant, was eclipsed by Tony’s 6’7” solid wall of tanned muscles. For a Dutch-Italian guy, he was pretty tall. Not that I was a shorty, with my 6’3”. However, I could see why he chose to enter the adult entertainment industry. He stepped behind me, pressing his naked hips to my backside. I could feel the wet heat of his cockhead pressing against my ass cheeks.
I started to tease him, twerking my buttocks up and down over his shaft. Wondering if Tony ever got completely limp. My hole was still slightly sensitive from the fisting earlier. Still, as he spat some drool down my crack and began to slide back inside, the ache turned into a familiar, filling heat. He started to ride me right there against the sink, making me hiss in pleasure.
When he slid out, he sat down on the toilet, and I faced Tony, lowering myself back down onto his rock-hard monster. I put my hands around his thick neck, squeezing slightly as I took all of him. The faster I rode him, the tighter I squeezed.
Just as I felt my own peak approaching, I launched up, driving my 8-inch cock into Tony’s open mouth, making him gag and gurgle as I delivered a messy milkshake surprise.
“Swallow it… Swallow it all,” I commanded sternly, watching Tony’s big brown eyes widen in disbelief and submission.
I sat back down on his girthy ten-inch pornstar cock, letting out a long breath. “So that’s your lunch done… now… what’s for dinner?” I joked.
Tony laughed hard, still catching his breath. “I guess I had that coming. I love it when you take charge like that, Peter. And you’re the only one who’s allowed to.”
He grinned, a dirty glint in his eye. “Now, get up. I need a shower, and we’ve got a long ride ahead of us. I need that cybersecurity brain of yours in high gear today.”
• A few beers and a confrontation.
That afternoon, we headed back to the Autumn Farmers’ Fair. I wanted to catch a local band, but the atmosphere was thick with more than just the smell of fried dough and autumn leaves. People stared; I could feel their eyes burning holes in my leather jacket. Others whispered as they recognized the towering 6’7” Dutch-Italian porn legend beside me.
Three guys I knew from work watched us with a different kind of intensity. I’d had one-night stands with them back when I was still trying to find my footing. They were the closeted ‘straight’ type who played around with men on the side — heck, I even knew their wives.
Seeing me with a pornstar like Tony clearly bruised their egos, and I felt my stomach knot with a sudden, sharp nervousness. I was a cybersecurity analyst at a local chemical plant, a guy who lived in the shadows of data; this public scrutiny felt like a spotlight I wasn’t ready for.
Tony noticed my shoulders tense immediately. He twirled me around and butchly flipped the collar of my leather jacket up. Without a word, he draped a massive, leather-clad arm around my neck and pulled me flush against him, nearly lifting me off the ground. Tony didn’t just ignore them; he marked his territory. Offending quite a few people in the process. He could not care less.
Before I could say anything, Tony leaned forward and claimed me with a very public, very deep kiss right in front of them. When he pulled away, he didn’t just leave it at that. He pushed through the crowd right up to the three guys and gave each of them a mocking, slobbering smooch on the cheek — cupping their nuts firmly in the process.
Their women scowled dangerously at them as Tony turned back to me and winked. The look of pure shock on their faces was priceless. I felt a proud smirk spread across my face as we walked away arm-in-arm, leaving them speechless in the dust.
“Cool,” Tony muttered. “Next time, just own it. You did nothing wrong. Besides, pornstars are just like other people — they only get to fuck a hell of a lot more,” he laughed.
• Geared up.
“Let’s go, Petey. I’ve got work to do, and I want you to meet a few people I know,” Tony said as we headed back to my apartment.
The mood shifted as we started to change. This wasn’t a ‘Master’ dress-up; Tony dressed us for kinky business. He pulled on a pair of thick leather biker pants and rugged riding boots, finishing the look with a button-up, a pullover, and a leather necktie over his half-body harness.
I was surprised when he reached into his weekend bag and handed me a pair of tight leather shorts with a functional through-zipper.
“Wear these under my old chaps,” he commanded. “And put on the harness boots I gave you. Lucky for us, we both wear a size 12.”
I stepped into the gear, the heavy hide feeling like a second skin. The through-zip shorts were unforgivingly tight, and the chaps added a layer of ruggedness I wasn’t used to. To top it off, I put on a heavy gray hoodie vest over my black V-neck — it was autumn, after all, and the North Sea wind would be biting on the highway. I didn’t know where we were going, but I felt like a different, more dangerous person. God, I loved this look.
As I admired myself in the mirror, Tony stepped up behind me. He yanked the zip on the shorts down, pushed a lubed finger where the sun doesn’t shine, and filled me with a fairly fat dilator plug. He zipped the leather back up — trapping the plug — and wrapped his arms around me to steady me as I gasped. I felt like a stuffed Thanksgiving turkey, and I sounded like one, too.
“What… Huh? Gosh… is that necessary just to meet your friends? And why do I have to bring my laptop?”
Tony just laughed, a low, rumbling sound that made my chest vibrate. He handed me my laptop bag. “Don’t worry about the ‘where’ or the ‘who’ just yet, boy. Just make sure you don’t cum when I rev up the bike. It’s going to be a challenging night, and I promised some people that you were the best in the business.”
The stud handed me my biker jacket as he pulled his own on. I squinted at Tony’s full-leather reflection and said warningly, “You just make sure you keep me safe. You’re responsible for me!”
He gave me one last approving slap on my leather-clad chest and led me out to his bike. A custom Ducati Scrambler 800 that looked more like a beast than a machine. It was a monster in black with a hint of blood-red piping. It was clear Tony didn’t do ‘stock’. He’d even swapped for a bigger tank, exhaust, and a sturdy buddy seat with hidden storage, making the machine look as thick and muscular as the man who owned it.
Whispering, “Do you know how rare it is to see a twink in this much leather? I could bend you over the seat and go a few rounds on your ass right now… but that will have to wait, I guess.” Tony said as he strapped on his helmet.
• The Three Brothers.
We arrived forty minutes later at a very familiar nightclub in the provincial capital. I knew ‘The Three Brothers’ like the back of my hairless sack. My best friend from school, Robby, worked there. He was waiting for us and waved us over to park in the staff lot.
It was a good thing I slid off Tony’s heavy motorcycle when I did; I was about to bust a nut and cream my leather shorts. The roar of the engine and the constant pressure of that thick dilator plug had worked wonders on my prostate. I stood there, legs slightly apart, trying to regain my composure as the door to the staff entrance opened with a flurry.
Robby followed Tony’s taillight and watched me slide bowlegged off the bike. While Tony greeted the three guys at the staff entrance, Robby watched me unhook the strap of the tinted helmet I wore.
“Peter? What the hell…” Robby started, his gaze drifting over my complete leather outfit.
“Hey, Rob,” I managed, my voice a bit tight from the plug. “Good to see you again, man. Sorry, I’m… a bit tied up.”
“Are you with?… Are you joining?… What the hell is going on, Pete?” Robby stammered wildly. His jaw drooped open.
“Close the barn door, Robster.” I laughed heartily, “… Yes, I am with Tony. He’s taking me to see —,” but I could not continue; I saw who we were meeting in the club’s VIP room. And understood why we dressed the way we did.
• The men of ValeriusX.
Like a moth to a flame, I found myself drawn toward the doorway. There they stood in their full, intimidating glory. These weren’t just guys; they were the architects of the industry — famous pornstars in their own right. They greeted Tony like a long-lost brother, their deep voices booming as they embraced.
I recognized the three men instantly; fuck, I had grown up watching their movies. Jeff, the oldest, was clearly in charge, a fact solidified by his dark demeanor, dirty-talking gravelly voice, and a legendary reputation for carrying an enormous dick. Damian, a black body sculptor, looked to be about Tony’s age, and Cliff, the ebony power-top, had always been one of my personal favorites. I was standing before four living legends.
Dressed in burly leather and rugged gear, they looked like a cross between a biker gang and a board of directors. Something clicked when I saw the Vx logo on Jeff’s polo. Tony had given me login credentials for ValeriusX — his adult entertainment company. So far, I hadn’t even looked at the site for security reasons.
I felt a cold shiver of realization. Tony hadn’t told me why we were here. Was he showing me off? Or was I just the ‘dessert’ for a group of hungry legends? I knew for a fact these men didn’t care for boundaries; they hung nine inches or more and weren’t shy about using them on anyone who caught their eye.
I looked at Tony, but his face was a mask, unreadable behind his neat stubble. I felt small, despite my 6’3” height. I was a lean 23-year-old analyst, my laptop bag at my side and a dilator plug filling my ass, standing before the gods of the industry. I held out a shaky hand to Damian, but he left me hanging, glancing at Tony with annoyance before pinning me with his gaze.
He shook his head. “That’s not how we do things around here, boy.” Damian grabbed my hand and yanked me into his massive black frame. He was shorter than me, but he managed to plant his plump lips firmly on mine. He reached around and tapped my ass, right where the plug was still stretching me open.
I moaned a little too loudly. The men looked a little oddly at the squirming worm. But Tony grinned; he knew why, yet said nothing. With my lips parted, Damian slid his tongue inside and French-kissed the ‘white boy’ with proprietary heat.
Cliff tapped the stocky bodybuilder on the shoulder, and I was passed along. The American ebony hunk gave me a warm bro-hug; being a little taller than Damian, he planted three wet, welcoming kisses on my cheeks.
• A pornstar welcome.
Cliff guided us back inside the club, leading us into the VIP room where the men were gathering. It looked like a mini-dungeon, a private mirror of the one underneath the main club, outfitted with leather booth seats and a stage featuring BDSM furniture and a stripper pole.
As I took in the room, Jeff draped an arm over my back. “Don’t be shy, kid,” he rumbled in his heavy American accent. “Any friend of Tone’s is a friend of mine… and I do like ’em tall, dirty, and dressed in leather.” Jeff panted as he swiped his tongue over my ear, his breath hot against the gritty leather I wore.
Suddenly, Jeff put a hand on my head and pushed me rudely to the ground. I groaned as my knees hit the floor. Jeff looked over at the Dutch-Italian stallion, and a light flickered in Tony’s eyes. He squatted behind me, yanking the zipper over my ass open. Out popped the dilator plug. He handed the messy thing to Jeff, who sniffed it like an expensive cigar before passing it to Damian, who stuck it in his mouth and cleaned it off with relish.
By the time my brain clicked back into gear, Jeff had unbuttoned his leather pants to expose a dick I had seen countless times on screen. It was a massive ten inches long and nearly six inches in girth — wider than Tony’s baseball bat. I couldn’t pass up the offer. I admired the heavy schlong and leaned in, my tongue finally tasting the oversized sausage.
The four internationally renowned adult entertainment gods stood in a semi-circle around me. There I sat on my knees, servicing one legendary pornstar dick after the other. Four against one isn’t a fair fight by any stretch, but I was holding my own remarkably well. My mind was a blur of leather, man musk, and the surreal taste of the studs I’d only ever seen behind a paywall.
As I worked my way down the line, Tony’s voice rumbled above me. He was giving them my background — how we met on the train and, specifically, what I did for a living back in the ‘real world’. I caught snippets of the conversation between my own heavy breathing: “…best I’ve seen,” and “…this one is a keeper,” and “… need someone with his skill set… he’s a fucking cyber analyst.”
I still didn’t fully grasp why my job title mattered in this VIP room, but the tone of their voices had shifted from horny to desperate. Jeff finally stepped back, adjusting his leather pants, and looked down at me with a grim expression. It was a signal to the others that playtime was over. They needed to talk business.
• Plugging a leak.
Damian helped me up, my knees aching from the floor. Tony set my laptop bag in a nearby booth while the four men gathered in another. I wasn’t being reprimanded, but there was a wall of tension between us now. If they had wanted me to leave, they would have said so; instead, I zipped up my leather shorts, flipped open my laptop, and let the cybersecurity analyst in me take over.
I pulled an encrypted thumb drive from my pocket — my ‘surgical kit’. It was loaded with a custom Linux distro and a suite of penetration tools I’d built myself. I didn’t wait for an invitation. As the men’s arguments grew more heated, I began probing the ValeriusX infrastructure.
Cody, the Canadian star who managed the site remotely, was taking the heat, but as I dug through the server logs, my stomach dropped. This wasn’t a sudden attack; it was a slow, systematic harvest. The true culprit was the high-priced New York website developer.
I didn’t even have to log in to find the wound. ValeriusX had a gaping hole in its systems: dev.valeriusx.sex. The development subdomain had been left wide open to the public web — no password, no firewall. A mediocre hacker even leaked it on Reddit.
It wasn’t just a leak; it was a wide-open digital backdoor left behind by those incompetent New York web developers. Every paywall on every separate ValeriusX website was swinging in the breeze, inviting the world to bypass the logins. It was systematically killing a massive portion of the VOD company’s income.
“Guys!” I called out, my voice cutting through their shouting. “It’s much worse than you think. This isn’t on Cody’s team. Someone found a way to bypass the paywall months ago, and a major player has been bleeding you dry ever since.”
“What?! Who?” Tony demanded, stepping toward me.
“Don’t tell me,” Jeff said, his voice dropping an octave. “Vixan-Men? Those Russian bastards have been on my back for a year trying to buy our rights. They should have kept to their straight content!”
“Bingo, Jeff!” I replied, pointing to the screen. “Their IP addresses have been scraping your content for months. They’re scrubbing your watermarks and hosting your best scenes on their own servers.”
Jeff’s face went pale. “Months? Everything?”
“Fix it!” said Tony urgently, his heavy hand dropping onto my shoulder like an anchor. “Shut the door, Peter. Now. Jeff, we’re suing those New York Webdesign rats — fifty thousand a month for this? Peter, use my admin codes. Pull the plug. Do it now!” He handed me his phone and showed me the details.
I looked up at them, startled. “I… I can’t just patch it live. I’d have to take the entire network offline. It’s all interconnected. Even the escort site and your webstore. It’ll take your next developer months to untangle the spaghetti code those New York guys left behind; all I can do is plug the leak for now.”
“Do it,” Jeff commanded. “I’ll deal with the consequences. Then I want you to hack Vixan back. Pull our content out of their hands.”
“One thing at a time,” I sighed, my fingers flying across the keys. “I’m dropping a temporary firewall to lock the Russians out. Once the site is dark, you’ll need to hire a full team to rebuild the databases from scratch. I’m just stopping the bleed.” I sighed.
With a final keystroke, I took every ValeriusX database offline. I changed the main web pages. It showed Tony looking over his shoulder with a fat butt plug in his sweaty ass. The text read: ‘Temporarily closed to fix a hole.’
The low hum of the club’s bass still throbbed through the walls, but the cozy atmosphere in the VIP room was dead. Tony was already on his phone, axing the developers for breach of contract. At the same time, I sat in my sexy leather gear, staring at my laptop screen.
Jeff didn’t just look at me; he studied me. A slow, calculating smile spread across his dark features as his gaze shifted between Tony, Damian, Cliff, and finally settled back on me with a gentle, knowing weight. He knew exactly where this was going.
“Peter?” he rumbled. His voice was a floor-shaking bass that I felt in my chest more than I heard in my ears. It sounded more commanding than the dirtiest verbal content Jeff was famed for.
“Hmm?” I mumbled, my eyes still fixed on the scrolling lines of code.
“Can you build us a secure content management system? An editing website for everything we run?” Jeff’s low, gravelly tone vibrated through my bones. “The job comes with quite a few perks…” He smirked, the look in his eyes telling me he already knew my price.
I looked up, blinking. The adrenaline from the hack — and the lingering buzz from servicing the men — made my head spin. “The job? Jeff, I have a career. I run cybersecurity for a local Tier-1 chemical facility. I just came here because Tony said he wanted me to meet you guys.”
• Job satisfaction.
The black bodybuilder, Damian, got up and walked over to my booth. He slid onto the seat behind me, his massive hands kneading my shoulders in a welcome massage. He leaned in, whispering a husky offer I couldn’t ignore. “Petey, I’ll be staying with Tony at his place while we sort this out. I’d love to fuck you silly whenever you need a break from coding. I’m sure Tone wouldn’t mind sharing.”
I felt the heat of Damian’s breath on my neck as Jeff leaned forward, his massive forearms resting on the table. He didn’t look like a man who took ‘no’ for an answer.
“A Tier-1 facility, hey?” Jeff repeated, his voice dropping into that deep, chest-thumping register again. “Sounds stable. Sounds safe. But I’m guessing the view at the plant isn’t nearly as good as the one in this room. And I’m willing to bet your current boss doesn’t offer the kind of… personal bonuses we do.”
Jeff paused, the calculating smile returning. He slid a sleek key fob across the table toward me.
“I’m not just looking for a one-time fix, Peter. I’m looking for a partner to build us a fortress. Do that, and my Ducati Panigale V4 R is yours — a signing bonus to keep you riding alongside Tony.”
I stared at the keys, my heart hammering against my ribs. “That is a compelling offer, Jeff. But I’d rather get a fully spec’d boy racer with leather interior. Much more my style,” I humbly replied.
But Jeff wasn’t finished. “And since you’re already dressed for the part,” he rumbled, his gaze sweeping over my leather-clad frame with professional appreciation, “If you want, I’ll personally sign you to our Escort and Modeling agency. With access to the high-end jetset parties, and the pick of any ‘assignments’ that catch your eye. Starting with us.”
He gestured to the four legends in the room. “You don’t have to answer right away. Think about it, won’t you?”
• Not for Publication.
Before I could answer Jeff’s enticing offer, the room’s energy shifted. The door swung open, and Robby walked in with a tray of fresh drinks, his eyes widening as he caught me sitting between the industry’s biggest legends.
Simultaneously, Tony’s phone began to vibrate violently on the table. It was Cody, and even from a distance, I could hear him shouting about the New York developers threatening a massive lawsuit.
While the giants were distracted by the legal chaos of the server shutdown, I turned back to my laptop. That’s when I saw it. Tucked behind a triple-encrypted layer in the backbone was a folder marked: ‘NOT FOR PUBLICATION’.
If you want to pique a cybersecurity analyst’s interest, that’s the way to do it. I bypassed the final gate with a few keystrokes, expecting boring accounting secrets. Instead, a video file began to buffer.
The first clip I came across left me with my jaw hitting the floor and my dick trying to lift the table. My body reacted before my brain could process the ethics of it. “Are those guys even of legal age?”
• Filth.
The video was brutal. It featured Cody and Tony ‘coaching’ a group of barely legal swimmers. The session had clearly spiraled out of hand; the coaches manhandled the twinks, tying them up and tag-teaming them with a terrifying, forceful intensity.
The scene hit me hard. Not in the least because Robby’s boyfriend, Ethan-John, was a water polo swimmer too. And about the same age as the tormented guys in the hardcore bondage porn Robby and I were gawking at. The more these boys resisted, the rougher the treatment became.
It was dark. It was wrong. And yet, watching the raw power on screen, I found myself jerking off with a frantic, angry energy.
Cody had been watching me via the video call, Jeff having already given him the lowdown on the stranger in the room. As I looked up at the four legends, I snapped my fingers. I pointed at Tony, then at my raging hard-on. When he didn’t comply immediately, the adrenaline took over. I grabbed him by the neck, forced him to his knees, and shoved my dick into his mouth.
“Suck the juice out of it, you dirty, virgin-fucking bastard!” I growled.
Tony didn’t fight me. He knew exactly what was required. He bobbed over my tool, his tongue working the head while he powerfully wanked my shaft and balls. I grabbed the phone from Jeff’s hand, filming the scene — dominating this 35-year-old titan like a disobedient slut — just so Cody could see it from my POV.
On the laptop screen, Cody was still railing a twink who was begging him to stop. It was relentless. He was turning his virgin ass gay. The boy screamed and begged him to stop. But Cody fucked him anyway, turning the cum that dribbled out a little red.
Once their ‘coaching’ was done, Tony and Cody walked away laughing, leaving the young twinks tied up and humiliated.
As I turned the phone’s camera toward the screen, I heard Cody shout through the speaker, “How the hell did you find that video?”
“Your website is as leaky as those asses you filled, Cody! Don’t take that tone with me,” I snapped, my voice cold and stern. “If this gets out, legal will have a field day. You’re looking at ten to twenty years.”
There was a long silence. “Look…” Cody’s shaky voice was smaller now, shadowed by shame. “It was an impromptu thing. Those kids were horny; they wanted to make a movie with real actors in the hotel pool. It got a little out of hand, sure. But we left as friends. They signed off on it… I think.”
“Right,” I replied, the relief washing over me but leaving a bitter taste. “But you really should not keep stuff online that is this easy to hack. It’s practically public domain,” I answered, worriedly.
“That’s why I called Tony,” Cody admitted. “I heard he fired the web firm, and now I can’t log in.”
“No one can,” I said, regaining my professional cool. “I pulled the plug and reset all the passwords. You’ll get yours later this weekend. See you around, Cody.”
“Yeah… Peter, right? Hope we meet soon. Kiss the guys for me. Thanks for the help, buddy.”
I dropped back into the booth, breathing hard, staring in disbelief at the frozen frame of the movie.
“Jesus, Tony!” I barked, scolding my lover. “I knew you were rough, but that’s not right.”
Tony looked away, unable to meet my eyes. He remained on his knees beside the booth, silenced by his own shame.
Robby crawled toward me, eyes wide with shock and lust as he clung tight. I draped an arm over his back, my dick still heavy and swinging. We’d shared the same school hallways for years, and though we’d never traded a word, we’d always recognized the elephant trunks in the room. We both knew the other was queer as fuck; we’d just been too busy performing our ‘straight roles’ to acknowledge them. The heavy silence of the VIP room was punctuated only by the distant thrum of the club’s bass.
• Public exposure.
As I looked up at the four pornstars, I said to Jeff, “You make a compelling offer, sir. I need to see how soon I can quit my daytime job, but you have a deal. However, I’m not much of a bike guy. I’d rather have a fully spec’d Audi RS3. Matte black, custom grille and front spoiler, with a shiny black Vx logo painted on the hood. I want custom wheels, oversized performance brakes, and a full black leather interior.”
Jeff’s deep laugh vibrated through the table. “A man who knows his specs. I like that. Consider it ordered, Peter.” The ValeriusX CEO cut me my first paycheck on the spot — a signing bonus that tripled my usual monthly salary. The Audi was as good as mine, but the night was far from over.
Robby, still buzzing from the adrenaline, suggested we head upstairs to the private cinema to ‘relax.’ Jeff, Tony, Cliff, Damian, Robby, and I stripped down, exposing more skin and muscle under our leathers. Even the 21-year-old, Robby, removed his Three Brothers crew shirt but kept his harness on — a move that didn’t escape Cliff’s predatory gaze.
“Are you in a kinky mood, boy?” Cliff rumbled, his hand finding the monster cock straining against his fly. “Do you give head as well as Peter?”
Robby moaned, rubbing Cliff’s shaft through the denim. “My boyfriend thinks I do. But I like it rough, sir. Just use plenty of lube.”
“Rough is my middle name,” Cliff smirked. “Prepare your hole, boy. Tonight, Tony and I are going to take you apart.”
The upper floors were kept hushed, reserved for staff and the most trusted regulars. We sprawled across the leather couches in the porn cinema, watching Cliff’s masterpieces on the screen while the real thing happened in person.
Tony guided my hand into his pants; I slicked his cockhead with pre-cum before seductively licking my fingers, my eyes locked on his. Meanwhile, Cliff and Damian toyed with Robby, fingering him to prepare him for the onslaught.
“I want more than just a finger, sirs,” Robby gasped, his hunger taking over. He led us to the glory hole cabins at the back of the attic, placing himself bent over inside while the three of us serviced him through the walls. The scene drew a crowd of regulars, watching in awe as if a live Vx glory hole shoot had broken out.
Cliff ordered Robby to give him head while he took Tony up the ass from the other stall. I followed suit, burying myself in Tony’s hole while he fucked Robby through the partition. The friction was relentless. When Cliff pulled out, he grabbed a random guy from the hallway, forcing him to lick his rubbered prick clean before ordering him to do the same for Robby.
Tony was just as feral. He took a turn on my ass, pressing me up against the wall and ordering a stranger to take my dick through the glory hole. I screamed, but the harder I fought the sensation, the harder they pumped from both ends. He finished inside me for everyone to see — a public claim. And Jeff filmed every second of it.
Our lovers finally scooped us up, carrying our trembling bodies back to the main cinema. They were tender now, rimming our sore asses clean and whispering praise. But the reprieve was short-lived. As we sat back down on their half-stiff cocks, the friction started again. Robby and I rode Jeff and Damian slowly, our bodies pressed against their massive, muscular frames.
Forty-five minutes later, we returned to the privacy of the backroom for a clean-up and a parting drink. The four of them, fueled by drink and dominance, gang-fucked us one last time while filming the entire encounter — the nastiest, roughest leather footage I’d ever been a part of. We weren’t just analysts or friends anymore; we were ValeriusX adult entertainers now.
• The Aftermath.
I felt brutally used and exhausted, but as I hugged Tony tight on the back of his Ducati Scrambler in the early hours of the morning, I felt a strange sense of peace. The cold morning air against my leather jacket was the only thing keeping me half awake as we sped toward his estate.
The next afternoon, I awoke in a massive, strange bed in Tony’s mansion. My body was heavy, and my ass was sore for days, but the smile wouldn’t leave my face. A quick video call with Robby and his boyfriend, Ethan-John, confirmed that he was feeling the burn just as badly. We were both aching, but we were both glowing.
It had been a hard day’s work, but the perks were undeniable. Especially when Tony walked into the room, kissed my forehead, and rumbled that deep, floor-shaking bass I’d grown to crave. He didn’t ask; he simply suggested we get our asses registered on an escort agency site. I realized my life at the chemical plant was coming to a close soon. I found bigger and better cocks… Umm… better things.
• Continued in Part 4 •
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