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Life With Tim
"Steven," Master Ajmal said. "Why don't you and Tim shower together to save water? Marcus and I could do the same."
"Showering together is allowed?" Tim asked.
"No," Master Ajmal replied. "But, I know the owner."
"Ajmal," Marcus said. "Please tell me you don't own this place."
"I would be lying if I did tell you I didn't own it," Master Ajmal explained. "I am the majority shareholder."
"Then," Tim suggested. "Post a sign saying showering together with your spouse or boyfriend is recommended to conserve water."
"I will bring it up at the next board meeting," Master Ajmal said.
Chapter 35: Back to Chicago
The Saturday after Labor Day, Tan, Jeromy, and Livingston returned to Manhattan to plan for their move to Chicago. Since we couldn't book enough first class seats for Jake, Miguel, Garrison, Lance, Marcus, Master Ajmal, Tim, and me for our trip from Boston to Chicago, we chartered a private jet. After takeoff, all of us began to plan our return to Chicago.
"I have meetings with three potential venture capital opportunities," Marcus said. "Do you want to be part of the initial discussions, Steven?"
"Nope," I said. "We hired you to run the place, so run it. Give us your impressions of the opportunities. We will help you decide which ones would be viable."
"Yes, boss," Marcus said. "I somehow though you might way that."
"Lance and I are meeting with the development people," Master Ajmal said. "We should have a lot of fun this winter."
"Once I get Dean's letter of resignation," Tim began. "I'm going to ask him to leave immediately. Do you think two months' severance is okay for a dude who worked for the company for five years?"
"What's your company policy?" I asked.
"Discretion of the supervisor," Tim replied.
"Then, give him three," I suggested. "The higher ups can foam at the mouth, but they are not going to fire you! You are leaving in four months."
"You are a devious bastard, Steven," Tim said with a smile. "So, three moths it is! I am also transferring Tan to Chicago in two weeks. Do we have a vacant, livable apartment to get them settled into temporarily?"
"Yes," Marcus explained. "First floor of the place we want to make a playroom out of. It has two bedrooms and two bathrooms. I've only seen pictures, but it looks decent."
"I can't wait to find out how Livingston's firm reacts to the news he is leaving," I added. "It would be terrific to have him start on planning our little condo conversion project."
"When will you start promoting your film and the other projects of your studio, Jake," Master Ajmal asked.
"We have a few events planned at some local venues in Chicago," Master Jake explained. "After the first of the year, we want to do a cross country promotion. By then, we hope to have a few other films ready for release. Which reminds me. Tim, Amjal, could we borrow Steven for some promotional events in different cities?"
"We will be in Fort Lauderdale for the months of January and February," Tim explained. "Can you wait until after we return?"
"Fort Lauderdale is one of the cities we will be visiting," Master Miguel explained. "We have an event planned at the local leather bar, the bathhouse, and a guest house which caters to the leather, BDSM community. We are thinking about hosting club nights at some of the other bars in the area. Would that work?"
"Are these night events?" Tim asked.
"For the most part, yes," Master Miguel continued. "The one at the guest house would probably be a daytime event. We haven't gotten that far in our discussion to know for certain. Also, would you mind if Steven were naked for most of the events?"
"As long as he doesn't get arrested," Tim replied. "I am okay with it. However, it is one thing to have Steven parade naked down Commercial Street in Provincetown. It might not be advisable in Fort Lauderdale."
"I might be able to help defray some of the costs for your promotions," Master Ajmal picked up the conversation. "I already have been contacted about renting Steven to a number of men. Two are located in San Francisco. One in Seattle. One in Portland, Oregon. One in Columbus, Ohio. Three in Manhattan. The clients pay transportation to and from Chicago."
"I thought you said one rental a month, Ajmal," Tim spoke up with a tone in his voice.
"It will be spread over several months, Tim," Master Ajmal assured him. "We might arrange back-to-back sessions in San Francisco and Manhattan. I will be certain to keep you posted about any arrangements."
"Thanks, Ajmal," Tim said. "Remember, Ajmal, don't cross me. Otherwise, you will be nutless."
"You will be part of the decision making process, I promise, Tim," Master Ajmal said with a smile.
"By the way, Ajmal," Tim continued. "How are you getting these contacts so quickly?"
"Steven did a website promoting his services," Master Ajmal replied. "We don't give his name on the site. Just photos."
"Don't you think in light of the film business you should use his name?" Tim asked. "At least his first name?"
"I see your point, Tim," Master Ajmal said thoughtfully. "But, what Steven is doing is illegal."
"But, you are `renting' him," Tim said with the air quotes. "He is not actually engaged in prostitution."
"I will check with an attorney," Master Ajmal said. "By the way, are you using the actors' real names in your videos?"
"For most, yes," Master Jake replied. "Some have stage names they use."
"You definitely need to use Steven's real name," Master Ajmal said. "First and last."
"Who will be in your next film?" Lance asked.
"Steven and Garrison," Master Jake explained. "We are giving Garrison free reign on the content and story line. It will be a spontaneous adventure."
"And, since we are speaking about story lines," Master Miguel picked up the conversation. "What would you say, Ajmal, if we did a serious of films featuring your diverse prostitutes in pay for play films. It could be a series."
"Hmm!" Master Ajmal thought out loud. "We need to talk about this further, but I might indeed be interested in considering an arrangement."
"We should have a private discussion before we announce our intent," Master Miguel suggested.
"But, you only have one prostitute so far," Marcus added.
"I could easily add to the stable," Master Ajmal continued. "Not everyone will want a white, muscled, tattooed, big balled boy to play with. A few men of color might be nice. Maybe someone will want a hairy bottom boy. The possibilities are endless!"
"We could co-brand the films and the prostitution business," Master Jake said with a big smile.
"Or the films could be a front for the prostitution business," I suggested.
"Steven!" Tim complained. "Get your head out of the gutter...! Can I write the ad copy?"
"We do need a creative writer, Tim," Master Jake suggested. "Would you be interested?"
"Sure!" Tim continued. "If I get writer's block, I can turn my attention to describing lewd sex acts between bottom boys and top men. I'm getting horny just thinking about it!"
"Tim," Marcus said. "You are always horny!"
"Jesus, Marcus," Tim quipped. "I am sitting here listening to guys talking about renting their boyfriends, their boy toys, their husbands, or their slave boys out to other men. Why wouldn't I be horny?"
"I see your point, Tim," Marcus finally agreed. "Want to join the mile high club, Tim?"
"Yup," Tim responded. "I thought you'd never asked."
"Why don't you just drop your pants and fuck," I suggested. "You wouldn't need to crowd into the bathroom."
"It would spoil the spontaneity of the whole situation," Tim responded. "Get your top man dick into the bathroom, Marcus. And, do it now."
Tim and Marcus stepped into the small bathroom and shut the door.
"I hope there are no security cameras in the bathrooms," I quietly said.
"Cameras in the bathrooms would be a breach of privacy," our flight attendant Chad said. "Do you think they would let me watch if I just cracked the door open a little?"
"You might be doing more than watching, but go ask," I suggested. "They are not shy, trust me."
On Monday morning after hitting the gym with Master Jake, Master Miguel, Master Garrison, and Master Ajmal, we were sitting at the Melrose Restaurant eating breakfast. It was still hot and sultry in Chicago, so we were dressed in gym shorts and tight tank tops.
"Steven! Is that you?" a voice called out from the next table. It was Ricardo. He was with another cute guy.
"Hello, Ricardo!" I said. "Yes, it's me. We just returned from our summer in Provincetown."
"Fuck you look different!" Ricardo almost yelled. "The muscles. The tattoos."
"Don't forget the totally hairless body and the extra-large balls," Master Jake suggested. "It was a summer project for Tim and Steven's Master Ajmal. Ricardo, this is Ajmal. Ajmal, this is Ricardo."
"Oh!" Ricardo remembered his friend next to him. "This is my friend Billy. He's trying to cheer me up."
"Why do you need cheering up, Ricardo?" I asked. "You are usually full of positive energy and spirit."
"The company I used to work for went bankrupt," Ricardo explained. "So, I am out of work. Collecting measly unemployment benefits, and trying to stay afloat."
"Do you know where Steven and Tim live, Ricardo?" Master Ajmal asked.
"Yes," Ricardo said. "Why?"
"I have a business meeting to attend later this afternoon," Master Ajmal explained. "Maybe Steven could help cheer you up. Do you need cheering up, too, Billy?"
"What do you mean?" Billy asked.
"Would you like to fuck Steven?" Master Ajmal asked.
"Shit yes!" Billy replied.
"Come home with us after we eat," Master Ajmal suggested. "Steven likes big dicked men. Are you both big?"
"I know Ricardo is," I replied. "Billy?"
"About the same size as Ricardo," Billy quietly replied.
"He's actually bigger by about ˝ inch," Ricardo corrected.
"Then, you will make Steven happy and Steven will make you happy," Master Ajmal replied. "It is a win-win situation."
"Can you tell Tim, Master?" I asked.
"Yup," Master Ajmal agreed. He pulled out his phone and called Tim. "Tim, this is Ajmal.
"We are at the Melrose grabbing a bite to eat," Master Ajmal explained to Tim. "We ran into your friend Ricardo and a friend of his, Billy. They need cheering up. I offered them Steven's ass. I hope you don't mind."
"I'll let them know, Tim" Master Ajmal replied and ended the phone call. "Tim said not to let them leave until he gets home. You are to tie them to the bed if necessary, Steven. Those were Tim's exact words. I hope you and Billy have a lot of stamina, Ricardo. You will need it."
"I know firsthand it is not a problem with Ricardo," I said.
When we were finished, the seven of us walked home. Master Jake, Master Miguel, and Master Garrison split when we were at the corner of Broadway and Roscoe.
"After the three of you are naked, please show our guests to the bedroom, Steven," Master Ajmal ordered. "I will be in to check your progress in a few moments."
Ricardo, Billy, and I quickly stood naked in the front entry way. I led them upstairs to our bedroom. I pulled the comforter and sheets down and lay on my back. Ricardo was on top of me in an instant.
"Kiss me, Ricardo," I said. "I missed your lips. I missed your body. I missed your big dick. Kiss me!"
Ricardo did not waste time. He had his tongue in my mouth in seconds. I began to massage his muscled back and ass as he passionately kissed me. I felt his hard dick rub against my hard dick.
"It's time, Ricardo," I hissed. "I need you inside me. Please, Ricardo, fuck me. Fuck me hard."
Ricardo didn't say a word. Nor, did he stop kissing me. Somehow his rock hard dick found my waiting asshole. He plunged his dick into me in one swift stroke. As his trimmed pubic hairs caressed by hairless, swollen balls, I screamed, "Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck me, Ricardo! Fuck me!"
Ricardo raised his body off mine and looked into my eyes. Without warning, Ricardo began to power fuck my ass. No buildup in speed or force. He was in immediate power fuck mode.
I moaned with pleasure each time Ricardo shoved his big dick inside me. I held on to Ricardo's huge biceps and felt his muscles move with the rhythm of his fucking. I looked into his eyes. He looked into my eyes. We saw each other's burning desire and lust. Finally, during the forceful rhythm of Ricardo's body, I found his nipples and began to knead them.
"Shit, Steven!" Ricardo screamed. "You are going to... make me... fucking cum... if you keep playing... with my nipples..., Steven!"
"That's the point," I hissed between moans.
Several minutes later, I felt Ricardo's cum explode into my ass, "Ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh...!"
Ricardo rested his body on top of mine. After Ricardo had recovered, he began to speak, "Shit, Steven!" Ricardo said. "I never realized how much I missed your ass. You are habit forming!"
"Until you find a job, Ricardo," Master Ajmal said as he stood at the side of the bed dressed in his $1,000 designer suit. "You are welcome to use Steven's ass whenever you feel depressed. We need to make certain you are happy and alert."
"Thank you, Ajmal," Ricardo replied "I will keep your offer in mind. But, please don't forget to tell Tim. I don't want him coming after me with a knife threatening to cut my balls off!"
"Ah!" Master Ajmal said with a smile. "You do know Tim well, don't you? I will be back around 6 pm tonight, Steven. If you aren't out of bed at the time I arrive, I will join you. Have fun!"
"It is 2 pm," I said to Ricardo and Billy. Ricard was slipping his big, still hard, dick out of my ass. "I suspect Tim will be home within an hour, if not sooner. So, Billy, can you please fuck me now! After Tim arrives, he will demand attention."
"Shit yes," Billy said as he climbed on top of me.
"You really are a little larger than Ricardo!" I exclaimed. "As I told Ricardo, Billy. Fuck me! Fuck me hard. Fuck me now, Billy. Fuck me now. I need your big dick in me."
Billy didn't waste time kissing me. He, instead, immediately lined up his big uncut Hispanic dick with my asshole and shoved it inside me.
"Ahhhh! Yes!" I screamed "Fuck me, Billy! Fuck me!"
Billy took his time, unlike Ricardo, and built up the speed and force of his thrusts in and out of my ass. He looked into my eyes during the crescendo of his sexual gratification. His eyes were brilliantly shining brown. A certain twinkle caught my eye. I began to massage his powerful arms. Finally, I grabbed his obscenely muscular ass which made him even more frantic in his pounding of my ass.
I heard Tim race up the stairs to the bedroom. He was naked by the time he reached the bed. Tim jumped on top of Ricardo and rolled them both over so Tim was on the bottom.
"Shit Ricardo!" Tim hissed. "Don't just lay there, fuck me!"
Ricardo aligned his big, hard, uncut Hispanic dick with Tim's asshole and began his rapid descent into my husband's ass.
"Shit! Yes! Ricardo! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Make me feel you big dick in me!" Tim screamed.
We continued fucking. Billy came in my ass. Ricardo came in Tim's. They both switched positions. Ricardo came in my ass. Billy came in Tim's. By the time Marcus arrived home at 5:30, Billy was again pumping away in my ass and Ricardo was in Tim's. Marcus also arrived at our bedside naked.
"Shit, Tim!" Marcus said. "I leave you for 8 hours, and I come home and find you in bed with this muscle stud! What do you have to say, Tim?"
"Ricardo!" Tim screamed. "Fuck me! Fuck me harder!"
Master Ajmal returned home at 6 pm as promised. Billy was in Tim's ass. Ricardo was in Marcus's ass. I watched excitedly from the sidelines.
"On your back, boy!" Master Ajmal screamed at me.
I obediently rolled on my back. I raised my legs and put them over Master Ajmal's shoulders. He was balls deep in me in seconds.
After all three of our top studs had cum, Ricardo moved on top of me. Master Ajmal moved on top of Tim. Billy moved on top of Marcus.
By the time Master Ajmal had fucked his future husband, we were all exhausted.
"All of this sex has made me a very hungry boy, Steven," Tim said. "Do we have anything in the house to eat?"
"Yup," I replied. "Would you two studs like to stay for cocktails and dinner?"
"Yes," Ricardo said. "On one condition."
"What's that," Tim asked.
"I get to fuck you again before we go home," Ricardo replied.
"Deal," Tim agreed. "You might not be going home until tomorrow morning."
I was discussing the upcoming films with Master Jake and Master Miguel when my phone rang on Tuesday morning. It was Livingston.
"Hello, Livingston," I said. "How did things go with your employer?"
"As I suspected, I am officially unemployed as of 5 pm yesterday," Livingston happily said. "They told me to pack my things and they handed me a check for one month of severance pay, accrued vacation and personal time, and accrued end of the year bonus."
"When can you start work for us on the Provincetown house?" I asked.
"Now," Livingston replied. "I can get the plans drawn up for the permit process before I move to Chicago with Tan and Jeromy. I will need to make a few trips between Chicago and Provincetown during the construction, but I can also spend the rest of my time on your condo conversion."
"Terrific news, Livingston!" I said. "Have you told Lance?"
"Yup," Livingston replied. "He was extremely happy. He's visiting me here in Manhattan this weekend."
"We know a wonderful wedding planner here in Chicago," I said.
"Planning a wedding may be a bit premature," Livingston explained. "But, I am hoping we will get to a wedding."
"Keep us posted, Livingston," I replied. "I can get you an advance on your fee. Just let me know how much you need."
"Thanks, Steven," Livingston said. "I will call you in a few days. Say hello to Tim, Marcus, and Ajmal, please."
"I will indeed," I said as I ended the call. "We now have a residential architect on retainer."
"Wonderful," Master Miguel replied. "Do you have any questions about the film you and Garrison will be doing?"
"No questions, really," I said. "I do have a request."
"What kind of request?" Master Jake asked.
"Could he hang me from my balls?" I asked.
"It will be up to Garrison," Master Miguel replied. "We have given him full control over the content of your film. We will begin shooting it next week in our playroom. So, I will talk to Tim and Master Ajmal about your schedule. We will probably need you for at least 10 hours each day we are filming."
"Depending on the story line," I explain. "You can probably use the empty top floor of our loft space."
"Excellent idea," Master Jake exclaimed. "I will speak with Garrison to determine what equipment he might need during the shoot. Hopefully, we will have enough footage to produced three 90-minute films. We plan on releasing them as a series. The next man you will be with is a man from Vienna. You and he will work well together, we are certain."
"We anticipate you and he will spend some time together during the filming," Master Miguel explained. "We want you to be comfortable with him. We might do some actual footage in the streets of Vienna. So, we hope your passport is current."
"Am I the only bottom boy in these films so far?" I asked.
"No," Master Jake explained. "Garrison will be bottoming for several men. We have a few more who are interested in being a bottom. Did you once say your friend Ricardo sometimes likes to be a bottom?"
"Yes," I replied. "He likes to get fucked, I know because Tim has fucked him several times. He's out of work right now, so he might be interested if you can set him up quickly. He and Billy are having dinner with Tim, Master Ajmal, Marcus, and me tonight. Do you want me to ask him?"
"Yes, please," Master Jake exclaimed. "You might ask his friend Billy, too. He's also a very cute guy."
"They are both Hispanic, too," Master Miguel said. "We need to have diversity. Too bad your friend Leo wouldn't be a bottom."
"He will definitely be interested as a top," I replied. "I have never known Leo to be a serious bottom. As a matter of fact, I have never seen him even get fucked."
"Miguel and I want to do a film together," Master Jake said. "I will be Miguel's bottom."
"What?" I asked incredulously.
"I thought I should try getting what I have been giving all of these years," Master Jake said.
"We are thinking about a rape scene," Master Miguel explained. "I would keep Jake hostage for several weeks."
"Won't being a bottom tarnish your image as a tough top guy?" I asked.
"Not after I do the next film with you, boy," Master Jake hissed.
"One other order of business, and then we can take a break," Master Miguel said. "Tim and Ajmal asked us to explain the next item of business. Dr. Garmond will be here next Saturday to give you another injection in your balls."
"Why?" I asked. "I'm not due for one until next month."
"Tim, Ajmal, Jake, and I have decided you will be more marketable with bigger balls," Master Miguel continued. "We are not only going to film the injection, but we will be filming your recovery. We plan to use it as a continuation of the `Transformation of Steven' series. The next `Transformation' film will be the introduction to the prostitution series. In the film, Jake and I sell you to Ajmal."
"Sounds kinky!" I said to Master Jake and Master Miguel. "But, I am wondering if the bigger balls will start to look freakish?"
"We want them to look freakish, Steven," Master Jake replied. "It is your marketability. Muscled. Tattooed. Hairless. Big balled. Heavily pierced. We've suggested to Ajmal and Tim they add a nose ring and more ear and scrotum piercings. Tim wants the area where your eye browse were to be pierced, too. Has Ajmal decided about the branding for your commitment ceremony?"
"I do not believe so," I replied. "At least he has not told me, if he has. Tim is concerned about infection. I personally hope he does brand me. I really want to be branded. It would be a fantasy I've always had."
"You need to talk to Ajmal if you feel so strongly about being branded," Master Miguel suggested. "It would be exciting to see the actual branding and the look of your sexy ass after it heals."
"I will speak with Master Ajmal after his wedding to Marcus," I replied. "In the meantime, I will look forward to bowling ball-sized balls."
"All of this talk is making me horny," Master Jake hissed. "Miguel, do you think we need to call Ajmal to get permission to fuck the boy?"
"Ajmal said Steven was ours until this afternoon," Master Miguel replied.
"You are right, Miguel," Master Jake added. "Boy! Come over here and sit on my dick!"
"Yes, Master," I replied as I hurried to Master Jake. I straddled Master Jake's cock and forced his rock hard 13 inch uncut dick into my ass in one quick push.
"So, Steven," Tim said as he walked through the back door of our house. "Something smells delicious."
"I made an apple tort for dessert tonight," I relied as I helped Tim out of his suite coat and began unbuttoning his shirt. His tie was already off. When I had Tim's shirt off, I began to lick each of Tim's nipples. First the left. Then the right. Left. Right. Left. Right. Left. Right.
"I'm not naked yet, Steven," Tim hissed. "You can come back to those after you have me naked."
"Yes, SIR!" I hissed back as I knelt to pull off Tim's shoes and socks. As I unblocked Tim's belt, I felt his hard dick in his suit pants. "Someone didn't wear underwear today?"
"Nope," Tim said. "It gets in the way."
"Of what?" I asked.
"Getting me naked so I can get my welcome home blow job," Tim said as I slipped down his slacks. I immediately began to lick Tim's balls as he stepped out of his slacks.
"Tasty," I hissed.
"I'm glad you like them," Tim moaned. "You need to kiss me, Steven. I need to be kissed and I need to be kissed now!"
"Yes, SIR!" I said as I stood, took Tim in my arms, and kissed him hard and passionately. He responded by kissing back.
After several minutes, Tim whispered, "This is... nice, Steven..., but you need... to suck my... dick... Otherwise..., I will... explode... We wouldn't... want the... kitchen floor... dirty..., would we...?"
"No," I whispered back. On my way down to his dick, I licked his nipples a few times. I kissed his six pack abs. Then, I had my prize. I swallowed Tim's hard dick eagerly.
"Ah! Shit Steven!" Tim hissed. "Suck my big dick, boy! Suck it!"
I worked Tim's dick with my mouth and tongue. I deep throated it several times. A few times, I paused to lick his shaved balls. I knew Tim was about to cum because he almost stopped breathing.
"Fuck!" Tim screamed. "I'm cumming! Ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh...!"
I swallowed every rope of cum. It was my husband's cum. It was my love juice. Tim rested his hands on my shoulders to stabilize himself.
"Kiss me, Steven," Tim whispered. "I need to be kissed."
I raised myself to a standing position, pulled Tim toward me, and kissed him. "Is this good enough?"
"No," Tim whispered. "More, please."
I kept kissing him until we heard a rustle behind us. It was Master Ajmal and Marcus.
"Get a room, guys," Marcus said.
"Be... quiet..., Marcus," Tim said between kisses. "I am... thanking my... husband... for a great... blowjob!"
We finally pulled apart and turned to our life mates. I was still hard as a rock.
"You need to jerk off, boy!" Master Ajmal said. "Now!"
"Yes, SIR!" I said as I grabbed my cock and started stroking it. Tim began to knead my nipples. Ten minutes later, I was spewing my load all over the kitchen floor. "Ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh...!"
"Feel better, Steven?" Master Ajmal asked.
"Yes," I replied. "Now, I am ready to be fucked by the three of you and Ricardo and Billy."
"What!" Marcus exclaimed. "You get all the dick! Not on your life. From what we have seen from their past performances, Billy and Ricardo can fuck you, Tim, and me over and over again. Of course, I wouldn't mind if Tim fucked me, too. And, I wouldn't mind fucking Tim... and Steven... and Ajmal. What do you think of my plan?"
"Too planned," Master Ajmal said to us all. "Take it step by step and see where things lead. Who knows, Marcus, maybe you'll want to fuck Ricardo AND Billy!"
The doorbell rang.
"Saved by the bell," Tim said as he rushed to the front door to greet our guests.
Tim led our guests into the kitchen. "Steven, you help Billy get undressed. I'll help Ricardo."
Tim and I worked in unison as we undressed our guests. First the shirts. Then, the shorts. Neither one had on underwear. Tim and I were facing two big, uncut, Hispanic dicks. We did what Tim and I have learned to do so well. We were both on our knees almost instantaneously. I deep throated Billy and was on my way. I wasn't paying attention, but the way Ricardo was moaning, I knew Tim was doing the same.
As I worked Billy's hard dick, I heard him moan, "Yea, Marcus. Play with my tits. Harder, please. Ah, yes!"
When Billy began to face fuck me, I knew he must be on the edge. I was right. Within five minutes, Billy began unloading in my throat. "Ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh...!"
Tim finished Ricardo off a few moments later. Ricardo screamed, "I'm cumming! I'm fucking cumming! Ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh...!"
Once Tim made certain he had all of Ricardo's cum licked off his dick, he stood and kissed Ricard on the lips. "I hope you have a lot more in you, stud. I want your dick in my ass tonight. You aren't leaving until I am ready for you to leave."
"Yes, SIR!" Ricardo said as he and Tim pulled away from each other.
"I think we need a drink," Tim suggested.
I fixed six double vodkas on the rocks. The party was underway.
"How was your day, guys?" Master Ajmal asked.
"As you know, it started out really, really well," Ricardo began. "Billy and I went back to my apartment. Then, he went to work. I went to bed and beat off a couple of times thinking about last night and this morning. How was yours?"
"Dean and I were on a Go to Meeting call all morning with our team in New York," Tim replied first. "Then, Dean turned in his letter of resignation. We went out to lunch where I told him of my plan. By three in the afternoon, I had his three months' severance check cut, and I sent him home. I spent the rest of the day behind my desk because I had this obscenely hard dick. I was thinking about my welcome home blowjob and the possibility of getting a lot of dick in my ass tonight. How was yours?"
"Terrific," Marcus answered. "I got a call from Dean this afternoon as he was on his way home. He and I are going to talk on the phone sometime tomorrow. He and Leo were going to celebrate tonight."
"I was with Master Jake and Master Miguel this morning," I said. "I have some items to bring up with Ricardo and Billy tonight during dinner. What do you do professionally, Billy?"
"I am an underemployed actor, singer, and dancer," Billy explained. "I work as a personal trainer at the gym on Halsted to make ends meet. Why?"
"Why are you smiling, Ajmal?" Marcus asked.
"I talked to Jake and Miguel this afternoon," Master Ajmal said. "I believe Ricardo and Billy will like your items of business, Steven."
"By the way," I said to Master Ajmal and Tim in particular. "Why did you not tell me about your discussions with Master Jake and Master Miguel about my balls and my body modifications?"
"What's to tell, Steven?" Tim asked. "AJ and I have made our decision. We talked with Jake and Miguel to make certain they were on board with it all. Is there some part of our plan you object to?"
"I can't object, can I?" I replied.
"No," Master Ajmal confirmed. "We have made our decision."
"What about his balls and body modifications?" Marcus asked.
"Dr. Garmond will be here this Saturday to give Steven another injection in his balls," Tim explained. "We decided Steven needed to have even bigger balls. AJ thought he would be more salable as a prostitute if he were... how should I put this... a little freakier looking. We will be replacing the existing scrotum piercings with larger ones and add several more. He will be getting a nose ring and at least two more ear piercings. I want the area where his eyebrows were to have a couple of piercings, too. Steven will be a busy boy next week."
"I only have one more question, Tim," I began. "When did AJ come into being?"
"Marcus and I made a decision," Tim explained. "Ajmal is now AJ to the two of us. Anyone else will need permission from his to use AJ as his name. Right, AJ?"
"Yup," Master Ajmal agreed. "At first, I was opposed to the idea. But, Marcus persuaded me."
"And, how did Marcus persuade you, AJ?" Tim asked.
"He made love to me several times today," Master Ajmal said with a smile. "Just like Steven can't say `no' to you, Tim. I can't say `no' to Marcus, especially after having sex with him."
"Speaking of sex," I began to explain Master Jake and Master Miguel's ideas to Ricardo and Billy. "During my discussion with Master Jake and Master Miguel, your names came up. Would either of you consider becoming a porn actor? You can make some seriously good money."
"What would I need to do?" Ricardo asked.
"Master Jake and Master Miguel were hoping to find some guys to bottom in some of the films," I explained.
"As in getting whipped, fucked, fisted, tortured, humiliated, and dominated on film?" Ricardo asked.
"Yes," I replied.
"I'm game," Ricardo said. "What kind of seriously good money are we talking about?"
"Bottoms get $100 per hour on the set," I explained. "It usually takes 30 to 50 hours of shooting. You also get royalties each time a film is sold."
"What do tops get?" Billy asked.
"Tops, because they dish out the pain and not take it, get $50 per hour," I continued. "It's still good money, especially if the film buyers like you. You could become a regular actor."
"Let's put it this way," Billy explained. "I have never been a bottom in and S&M situation. But, I'm a damn good S&M top. However, I would give it a shot at least once and see if I can handle it. Will we need to audition?"
"Yup," I said. "However, I can easily say you are guaranteed a job unless you really fuck up the audition. Of course, if you want to be a bottom, you will need to take Master Jake's 13 inch uncut black dick up your ass. And, he likes it rough. Really rough."
"I have a question for you, Steven," Ricardo changed the subject. "Do the ball injections hurt?"
"Think about it, Ricardo," I explained. "The doctor pushes a two inch needle half way into each of your balls and then lets the medication drip into them. The initial injections take about thirty minutes. And, I can safely say it hurts like hell. The last time, I almost passed out. Why?"
"I like the way yours look," Ricardo replied. "And, Tim told me you get hornier. Is he correct?"
"Definitely," I explained. "I used to beat off two times a day. Now, if I don't get off at least six times, I am a wreck. If you are serious about getting your balls done, talk to Master Jake and Master Miguel. They may want to film you getting the injections and will probably pay for the procedure. But, you will need to have it done once every two months to keep them big. I had one in July and one in August. Each time my balls doubled in size. I am assuming the injection I will get on Saturday will have the same effect."
"We will need to buy Steven some new shorts and slacks after Saturday," Tim interjected. "Do you guys want to watch while my husband screams his fool head off during the injection?"
"Shit yes," Billy replied.
"I'm in," Ricardo agreed.
"Now, let's eat dinner," I said. "I for one am horny... I mean... hungry."
Saturday arrived. My third injection into my balls in three months would occur at 11 pm in our loft space with the new building. Between Master Jake, Master Miguel, Master Ajmal, Tim, and Marcus, we had invited over 100 guests who were going to watch the procedure. Ricardo's ball injection would take place at 7 pm before our guests arrived. Dr. Garmond would be performing Ricardo's injection. Leo would observe Dr. Garmond and his technique. Leo would practice on my balls four hours later.
Master Ajmal brought me to the loft building at 10:00 pm, and I removed what few clothes I had on. I stood briefly in the lobby dressed only in my collar. Master Ajmal on the other hand was in full leather. We silently rode the elevator to the fourth floor. When the elevator door opened, Master Ajmal led me into the massive, empty space. A bondage table occupied the center of one end of the floor.
"Okay, boy!" Master Ajmal said. "It is time to start securing you onto the table."
Bright lights were suddenly switched on. Hundreds of leather men and some naked slave boys lined the path to the bondage table.
"Hands behind your back, boy!" Master Ajmal ordered. "Eyes looking to the floor. Don't look at anyone. No expression on your face. Do not acknowledge anyone."
I followed a few steps behind Master Ajmal as he led the way to the bondage table. I looked at the floor. I did not look anyone in the eye. It was just my Master and me moving toward what I envisioned as one of the most painful activities of my life. My dick was hard and standing straight up.
Once we were in front of the bondage table, Master Ajmal restrained me. He made certain I was immobilized.
"Gentlemen," Master Ajmal announced to the group. "The bar will remain open during the procedure. Once we are finished, I hope you will join us for the reception. We will have more refreshments and entertainment until around 6 am. After the procedure, the boy will be masturbating until we end the gathering. If you or one of your slave boys are so inclined, you will be welcome to help him get off. Enjoy!"
Master Ajmal pulled a curtain around the bondage table so I couldn't see the festivities. I could hear talking, laughing, and music provided by a DJ. One of the camera man positioned himself at the foot of the bondage table with his camera pointed at my hard dick and face. He was to catch the fear I was feeling about the procedure.
Dr. Garmond arrived with Leo about 15 minutes before show time.
"So, Steven," Dr. Garmond began. "This will be even more painful that the second injection. Your balls are bigger, so the needles we will use are longer and thicker. We will use twice as much of the fertility drug as well. You will have the needles in your balls for at least two hours. Do you have any questions?"
"No, SIR!" I said.
"Do you have any questions, Leo?" Dr. Garmond asked.
"Only one," Leo replied. "What happens if I don't get the needle in the right position?"
"You will need to pull it out and reinsert it," Dr. Garmond said. "Don't worry, Leo, I have had to reinsert the needles from time to time. Just keep in mind each time a needle is reinserted it will hurt the boy more than the first time. The ball gets tender each time a needle goes into it. If you need to do more than four reinsertions, we will probably need to take a break and give the boy a rest for 30 minutes or so."
`Shit,' I thought to myself. `I am not going to live through this.'
Master Ajmal pulled the curtain open. "Gentlemen, we will begin. Please watch the television monitors throughout the area. We are using three cameras to record the action. You will see all three camera angles on each set of monitors. Enjoy!"
Master Ajmal took his place behind my head. Dr. Garmond was on my left. Leo on my right.
"Watch your balls, boy!" Master Ajmal ordered.
I looked up into the mirror. I saw Leo open the package with the needles. I almost fainted when I saw the size of the needle.
Leo lined the needle up to the insertion point. Once in position, Leo began to slowly push the needle in my ball.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed as the needle slowly entered my left ball. The insertion was significantly more painful than the previous ones.
Leo looked me in the eyes and smiled. It was a sadistic smile.
Leo took the next needle out of the package. He lined the needle to the insertion point of my right ball and began to slowly push the needle in my ball
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed as the needle slowly entered my right ball.
"It is not quite right, Leo," Dr. Garmond quietly said. "Take it out slowly."
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed as Leo slowly pulled the needle out of my right ball.
"Angle it slightly more upward when you push the next one in," Dr. Garmond suggested as Leo removed another needle from the package.
Leo looked me in the eyes again. He smiled sadistically.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed as the needle went in. `So much pain,' I thought to myself. I wanted to say it, but I couldn't make the words form in my mouth.
"Perfect, Leo," Dr. Garmond approved. "Now, let us get on with hooking up the medication."
I watched as Leo connected the drip tubes to the needles in my balls. The searing pain in my balls began to increase as the medication dripped from the containers through the tubes and then into my balls. My balls began to strain against the skin of my scrotum.
"Now, boy," Master Ajmal began. "I am going to mingle with our guests. I will be back when Leo is ready to remove the needles. Enjoy!"
Leo and Dr. Garmond also retreated into the crowd of revelers. Only the three camera men remained. I lay motionless on the bondage table as I watched in horror as my balls grew from grapefruit size to the size of a cantaloupe.
"So, boy," Master Ajmal said as he returned from mingling with guests. "How do you feel now?"
"Pain...," I whimper. "Balls hurt... Tight... Need to cum... Going to explode..."
"The medication has finished," Leo told me. "I will unhook the tubes and remove the needles. You have nice big balls now, Steven. I can't wait to play with them."
Leo unhooked the tubes connected to the needles in my balls. It was time to remove each needle.
"Twist them slightly as you pull them out, Leo," Dr. Garmond instructed. "Go slowly so we can enjoy hearing the boy scream."
Leo started to remove the needle in my left ball.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed as he slowly pulled the needle out. It hurt even more coming out than going in.
"On this one," Dr. Garmond suggested. "Push it further in before you remove it."
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed as Leo pushed the needle even further into my ball.
"I'm getting to like this," Leo hissed.
Finally, Leo slowly pulled the needle out.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed.
"You know, Ajmal," Dr. Garmond said. "You can have the needles inserted into the boy's balls without the medication any time you want to inflict severe pain to the boy's balls. Using multiple needles also can add excitement to a scene with your boy. I believe, if I have gauged his reaction correctly, Leo would be willing to work with you if you like."
"Outstanding," Master Ajmal said. "I have several men who will be giving you hand jobs during the course of the evening. I am certain you will enjoy your time with these men."
"I will be at your house tomorrow around 5 pm to collect my tip," Dr. Garmond said to Master Ajmal. "I will enjoy fucking your big balled boy. See you tomorrow, boy!"
"Thank you, Doctor," I whispered.
"Tim and Marcus will give you your first hand job, boy," Master Ajmal said.
"Thank you, SIR!" I replied.
Tim and Marcus stood beside me on either side of the bondage table.
"Hello, Steven," Tim said. "I hope you enjoyed yourself."
"Hello, Tim," I quietly replied. "It hurt like hell, Tim. This was ten times worse than the other two. But, it is done. Do you like my balls?"
"Yup," Tim said as he kissed each one. "Now, we need to get to work. There is a line forming behind us, Steven. Everyone is eager to help you recuperate. It seems your screaming turned a lot of our guests into very, very horny men. Marcus, grab his nipples. I will take his dick. We need to hurry before his balls explode!"
Tim and Marcus began working their magic. Marcus tweaked my nipples while Tim gave me a blow job. I didn't last long before I started shooting an obscene amount of cum into Tim's waiting mouth. "Ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh...!"
Tim and Marcus both kissed me and turned me over to the others waiting in line. "We will see you back at the house tomorrow afternoon, Steven. Have fun!"
"Hello, Steven," a voice from my past said.
"Ryan!" I exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"
"My boyfriend knows Leo," Ryan said. "They work together. When I heard you were going to have your balls enhanced, I decided I had to be here. You put on a nice show. We need to start our competition again. Leo told me you were fisted by 25 guys in Provincetown. I haven't made it beyond my limit of 20."
"You'd be amazed at what you can accomplish if you put your mind to it," I said.
"Now, I'm going to get you off before your new big balls explode," Ryan said as he took my dick in his hand and began stroking my dick. He continued his conversation while he brought me closer to another orgasm. "I met your Master Ajmal. He's hot. He's also been dutifully fucking this young brown haired stud. He has the kid bent over a table in the back of the play space here. You may have competition. He is totally untanned with a slim, but muscled body. He keeps begging your Master for more. Your Master keeps giving it to him."
"Ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh...!" I heard Master Ajmal scream in the back of the space.
"Orgasm number four," Ryan said as he kept massaging my dick.
"Ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh...!" I screamed as I unloaded another unusually large amount of cum all over my body. My stomach was covered. My chest was covered. Some landed on my face.
"Good boy!" Ryan said. "Maybe I can convince your Master to give my ass a try. Have fun."
"Hello, Steven," Garrison said as he grabbed my dick and started stroking it again. "I'm going to enjoy myself tonight. Your Master said I can get you off four times before I need to turn you over to the next dude. I heard Ryan tell you about your Master's newest conquest. He looks like his is about 10 years younger than you, boy! I hope I can have a turn at his ass before the night is over."
Garrison began using his other hand to alternately tweak and knead my nipples. I lost myself in the pleasure Garrison was delivering. Soon, I was shooting another huge load of cum all over my body. "Ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh...!"
Garrison continued to stroke my dick. And, I came three more times before he turned me over to a guy I had never seen before.
"I'm Donny," the guys said. He looked to be about 50. His body was covered in a matt of brown hair. He was severely overweight. "I don't know if you remember me, but I knew your Master Ed. We played together a few times. By the way, I was sorry to hear about Ed's suicide. I know you were still close. Now, enough conversation. I need to get to work."
Donny grabbed my cock and began stroking it. He also played with each of my nipples with his free hand. He occasionally fondled my swollen balls. "I met your new Master. He has taken a liking to one of the young studs here. Maybe, if I play my cards right, he will let me use your body sometime."
"He rents... me out... for $1,000... per hour...," I hissed. I was approaching another orgasm and it was difficult to concentrate on talking.
"Ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh...!" I screamed as I dumped another large load of cum onto my already cum covered body.
After several more loads of cum, the house lights came up and our guests began to leave. I saw Master Ajmal fucking his boy toy. This time the boy was holding onto Master Jake's body for stabilization as Master Ajmal rammed his ass.
"Ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh...!" Master Ajmal screamed again as he unloaded yet another load of cum into his boy's ass.
I watched as Master Ajmal, now naked and covered with sweat, grabbed a bar towel and wiped the sweat from his face. He pulled the boy in for a long passionate kiss. Then, he grabbed the boy's hand and led him over to the bondage table.
"Christopher," Master Ajmal said to the boy as they stood beside the bondage table. "This is my slave boy, Steven. Steven, this hot stud is Christopher. How are you feeling, now, boy?"
"Better," I replied. "I've cum about 20 times this evening. It helps relieve the pressure in my balls. But, they still ache."
"Good," Master Ajmal said. "Christopher, why don't you get the boy off a few more times while I take care of a few things?"
"Gladly, SIR!" Christopher said as he smiled at me. His creamy white body made the muscles in his chest, biceps, and ass standout. His 8 inch uncut dick was standing straight up. Christopher grabbed my dick and began stroking it. "You have one hot Master, boy! He has spent the last six hours fucking me. He's like the energizer bunny. After six loads of his cum, I think it has started to leak out. Maybe you'd like to taste it."
Christopher released my dick and climbed on top of the bondage table. He positioned his ass over my mouth as he grabbed my dick with his hand. "Suck your Master's cum out of my ass, slave boy!"
I opened my mouth. I felt Christopher's ass pucker as though he was taking a shit. Before I knew it, Master Ajmal's six loads of cum was filling my mouth. He kept stroking my dick until I irrupted again. "Ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh...!" I screamed as my cum spewed on my body and Christopher's body.
Christopher leaned down and licked some of my cum off my stomach. "Nice taste, slave boy."
Christopher climbed off the bondage table and reached down and grabbed my still hard dick with his hand again. Master Ajmal returned about the time I was spewing another load all over my body.
"So, boy," Master Ajmal said to me as I lay recovering from my last orgasm. He was dressed in his leather pants and was carrying the rest of his clothes. "Donny has agreed to take you to his house while you finish your recovery, boy. We will see you at the house when he returns you tomorrow around 1 pm. You will have time to relax and get cleaned up for Dr. Garmond."
"Thank you, Master," I whispered dejectedly.
"Are you ready to head home, Christopher?" Master Ajmal asked his young muscle stud.
"Absolutely," Christopher said. "I need to find my jeans. Then, I'm ready to go, SIR!"
"Have a good time with Donny, boy!" Master Ajmal said as he led Christopher away to find his clothes.
Donny was suddenly standing beside me. "So, boy, I got my wish. You will be coming home with me for a few hours. I think we have enough time for me to fuck you a few times and fist you before I take you back to your house."
Donny began releasing me from the restraints on the bondage table. "How do you feel now, boy?"
"Better," I said. "After I came several times, the pressure in my balls is a lot less. But, my balls are still growing. I can feel them stretching the skin of my scrotum."
"I understand the injections make you very horny," Donny said. "Am I correct?"
"Yes, SIR!" I said as Donny released the final restraint. "I am very horny. I need a big dick in my ass, SIR!"
"Will ten inches of fat, uncut dick do?" Donny asked with a smile.
"Yes, SIR!" I said. "Can you fuck me here before you take me home? I need a dick in my ass or I will probably go mad."
"Gladly, boy!" Donny said as he unzipped his tight leather pants and slipped them down to his ankles. He took off his leather boots and slipped the leather pants off.
Donny's uncut, ten inch dick was hard as a rock. It was extremely fat. I raised my legs as Donny crawled onto the bondage table.
"A boy sucked me off about 20 minutes ago, so I will probably take a little while to cum in your ass," Donny said. "I hope you don't mind."
"No, SIR!" I almost yelled. "Please, SIR! Fuck me! Fuck me hard, SIR! Please!"
Donny didn't waste time getting his dick into my ass. With one long, slow stroke, he was balls deep inside me. I felt his pubic hairs against my swollen balls.
"Ahhhh! Yes, SIR!" I moaned. "Fuck me, SIR! Fuck me! Make me feel your big dick, SIR! Fuck me!"
Donny continued his rampage on my ass. For an overweight dude, he had a lot of energy. I actually liked the feel of his overhanging, hairy stomach on my hairless six pack abs. And, his dick put me into a heavenly trance-like state.
"Perfect ass, boy!" Donny whimpered. "I could do this all night."
"Please, SIR! Fuck me!" I whimpered back. "Please don't stop! You feel so good inside me, SIR!"
"That's all I needed to hear, boy!" Donny replied as he ramped up his attack on my ass.
He paused momentarily to kiss me passionately. I felt secure with Donny's weight of his body on top of me.
"I love... you kissing... me..., SIR!" I moan.
"I'm... glad!" Donny whispered. "I like... kissing... you..., boy!"
Donny stopped kissing me and resumed fucking me. I slipped back into my trance. I was lost in time. Donny's dick in my ass brought me to the brink. Finally, my dick exploded. "Ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh...!"
The contractions in my ass must have put Donny on the edge. I felt Donny's sweat covered body tense and then he unloaded into my ass, "Ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh...!"
Donny again rested his sweaty body on top of mine while he recovered. His dick was still impaled in my ass. I didn't want him to take it out. I didn't want him off my body. I felt safe. I felt satisfied.
"Please fuck me again, SIR!" I pleaded. "Please, SIR! Please fuck me again."
Donny didn't reply. He began to kiss me again. His kisses were even more passionate than before. I connected with the older overweight man more than I ever thought possible.
"Do you mind staying here instead of going to my house?" Donny asked as he paused kissing me. "It will give us more time together before I need to return you to Ajmal."
"I would like to stay here with you, SIR!" I whisper. "Please, SIR! Just keep your big dick inside me."
"My dick is very comfortable in your ass, boy!" Donny replied. "I think we fit together very nicely, don't you?"
"Yes, SIR!" I replied as I put my arms around his neck and held tight. "Kiss me again, please, SIR! I like it when you kiss me. You make me feel safe, secure, and loved."
Donny didn't speak. He just began kissing me. I kissed back. His dick started to move inside my ass again. Donny kept kissing me. I kept kissing him. His thrusts picked up in pace, length, and force. Suddenly, he raised his hairy body off mine and began to fuck me harder. Every thrust in and out of my ass was faster and more powerful than the previous one. He started to sweat profusely again. His sweat dripped onto my body. His hairy, overhanging stomach caressed my hairless six pack abs. Again, I entered a trance-like state. My senses were overpowered by the shear motion of my overweight lover's passion as he took my ass. His big dick felt hot and sexy inside me. Yet, the big man on top of me made me feel secure. He made me feel calm. He made me feel alive. He made me feel loved.
I snapped out of my trance as I felt my own dick begin to unload yet another huge load of onto my body. "Ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh...!" I screamed as my cum coated my stomach, my chest, and chin.
Donny didn't stop. He kept giving me what I craved. He kept up the power fuck he was giving me. I wrapped my legs around my lover's back so I could pull him closer to me when he shoved his dick into my ass.
"Please, SIR!" I screamed. "Please don't stop! I need your dick. Take me. Make me feel your power!"
I would never have thought that a man so overweight could manage to put such force into his thrusts. I looked directly into Donny's eyes. I saw a loving man. A man driven by kindness. I also saw lust. Magnificent, powerful lust.
Donny continued to pulverize my ass. He body dripped buckets of sweat onto me. He suddenly lifted his head and looked upwards. And, like magic he was shooting his second load of cum into my ass. Powerful ropes of cum coated my asshole. "Ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh...!"
He lowered his body on top of mine so he could recover from his last orgasm. An orgasm that seemed extremely intense.
"You are one hell of a good fuck, boy!" Donny said to me as he started to kiss me again.
"Thank you..., SIR...!" I said.
We drifted off to sleep at some point. When I woke up, Donny was still on top of me. He had just started to move his dick in and out of me again.
"I hope you don't mind, boy," Donny whispered as he leaned in to kiss me again. "But..., I am going to... fuck you again... before I... take you... home."
"Thank you..., SIR...!" I said between kisses. "I would... like that... very much..., SIR!"
When Donny and I left the loft building, I had on a pair of all too tight briefs someone had discarded last night. I had no idea where my clothes were. Neither did Donny. He had pulled on his leather pants and boots. He skipped the shirt, vest, and hat.
"I had a good time with you, boy!" Donny said to me as he pulled into our driveway. "I hope we can do this again sometime."
"It will be up to Master Ajmal," I said. "Don't you want to come in and say hello to everyone?"
"I don't want to put a damper on things," Donny said.
"What if I say I insist?" I asked.
"Then, I will need to come in and say hello to everyone," Donny said with a smile as he added a kiss.
I grabbed Donny's hand and led him into the back door. When we were inside, I stepped out of my borrowed briefs. The others were gathered in the back sunroom that also served as our breakfast room.
"Hello, guys," I said. "You remember Donny, right?"
"Of course," Tim said. "Marcus and I had a long talk with Donny last night while you were spewing cum during your recovery. And, Steven, your balls are bigger than they were last night! How do you feel?"
"Good," I said as I was staring at a blond muscle stud sitting between Tim and Marcus. "Donny helped me get through the night."
"Donny, Steven," Tim continued. "This is Kyle. He was at the party last night. We couldn't let him go home alone. He needed some cheering up. He and his boyfriend just broke up."
"Hello, Kyle," I said. "It's nice to meet you. And, I'm sorry about your boyfriend. But, you were lucky last night. If anyone can cheer someone up, it will be these two!"
"Yea," Kyle replied. "They do good work. And, don't worry about the boyfriend. He is an ass, a cheater, and an overall fuck up."
"Why don't you tell us how you really feel, Kyle?" I replied with a smile.
Christopher was sitting next to Master Ajmal. His creamy white body gleamed next to Master Ajmal's darker features. "How was your night, Master, Christopher?"
"I had the best time with Ajmal," Christopher said. "He is an amazing man!"
"Good boy!" Master Ajmal said as he came over and gave me a hug and a kiss. "I hope you agree. I think last night was worth the effort. Your balls are magnificent!"
"Thank you, Master," I said. "I believe you are right. The night's activities were worth all the effort everyone put into them. I feel like a million dollars today."
"You'd better feel more like several hundred million, Steven," Marcus added. "Otherwise, we've just lost a lot of money!"
"Good afternoon, Steven!" Harvey said as he popped through the kitchen door.
"Harvey!" I said. "What the fuck are you doing here?"
"It seems Tim has convinced me to follow you from one house to another," Harvey explained. "I arrived yesterday while you were getting ready for last night. And, I will say you put on a magnificent show last night."
"Thank you, Harvey," I said. "Harvey, this is Donny. Donny, this is our house assistant, Harvey."
"Steven," Tim began. "Why don't you and Donny go wash the smell of sex off your bodies and get ready for brunch? Harvey has been working his magic all morning."
I grabbed Donny by the hand and led him upstairs to our bedroom. I helped him get undressed and I led him to the shower. Once the water temperature was adjusted, we both, without speaking, began to wash each other's bodies. We paid special attention to our genitals and assholes. When we were rinsed and dried, he pulled me in for another kiss.
"Thank you for last night, Steven," Donny said. "I know a fat old man like me isn't your cup of tea, but I am grateful for the chance to be with you last night. I hope we can do it again, but I know I am not up to your standards."
"Donny," I said. "I will speak with Master Ajmal later, but I, too, want to get together again. You are a wonderful lover. Now, let's go downstairs and feast on Harvey's creation."
"Naked?" Donny asked.
"Did you see anyone else with clothes downstairs?" I asked.
"No," Donny said. "But I don't look like the rest of you."
"You look fine, Donny," I said as I kissed him and put my hand over his heart. "Besides, it is what is here that matters."
I took Donny's hand and led him downstairs.
"You have a choice for drinks," Tim explained. "A Bloody Mary or Champagne or beer or double vodka on the rocks. As you can see, Marcus and I have chosen a double vodka on the rocks. Steven, Donny. What will it be?"
"Double vodka on the rocks," I said. "Donny?"
"Same," Donny said with a smile.
Tim handed Donny and me our drinks. I sat beside Kyle and Donny sat beside me.
"So, Kyle," I began. "Do you live around here?"
"Not far," Kyle replied. "On the other side of Southport near Belmont. At least, I did. I am not certain what my ass wipe of an ex-boyfriend has in store for me when I go home."
"You look familiar, Kyle," I said. "You don't work at eSquare by any chance do you?"
"Yes, Mr. Caldwell," Kyle said sheepishly. "I didn't realize you were the one getting the injections until Tim and Marcus brought me here last night. I didn't mean to overstep my welcome in your home, but Tim assured me you wouldn't mind."
"I don't mind, Kyle," I said. "What is it you do for eSquare?"
"I am in the Executive Leadership Program," Kyle said. "I've heard a lot about you from people in the program."
"Oh!" I said. "Did they tell you I've turned into an S&M slave boy with a hairless, tattooed, pierced body?"
"No," Kyle relied. "You secret is safe with me, SIR!"
"Kyle," I said. "I have never hid my sexual identity from my co-workers. And, I don't work there anymore. You can tell them anything you want. I suspect in the very near future you will hear some rumors about my professional life."
"Donny," Tim began. "What do you do for work?"
"I teach creative writing at Northwestern," Donny said.
"Cool," Tim replied. "I have promised Steven I will begin writing my first novel after we get back from Florida. I'm quitting my job in December. We are going to Florida for January and February. Then, in March, I begin writing. I hope it works out."
"When you are ready, I can put you in touch with a couple of agents," Donny offered.
"Thanks," Tim said. "It will take me a little time before I am ready for an agent."
"Don't wait until you are finished with the novel," Donny suggested. "They can help you through some of your initial planning. Also, don't hesitate to call me if you are running up against a brick wall."
"Thank you," Tim said. "You may regret offering. I'm somewhat needy at times, right Steven?"
"Yup," I replied.
"So, Christopher," Marcus turned the conversation to Master Ajmal's sex toy. "What do you do for a living?"
"I'm in grad school at the University of Chicago," Christopher explained. "I wanted to go to Harvard, but my father went to the University of Chicago. He pressed me to go there."
"What's your last name, Christopher?" Marcus asked.
"Trainer," Christopher replied.
"Your father wouldn't be John Trainer with Northern Bank and Trust, would he?" I asked.
"Yes," Christopher replied. "You know him?"
"I've worked with him on one of the Mayor's community policing committees," I said. "Ask him if he remembers me, Steven Caldwell."
"Sure thing," Christopher replied. "How well did you know him?"
"I know him well enough to know we stood on different sides of some of the more important community policing issues," I said. "Does he know you are gay, Christopher?"
"Shit no," Christopher said to me. "He would be shit faced. That's why I wanted to go to Harvard. I didn't want to be under his thumb all of the time. But, he offered to pay from my Masters at the University of Chicago. I would have been on my own at Harvard... And, he bought my condo for me in Printer's Row."
I smiled at Tim and then Master Ajmal. Tim smiled back. So did Master Ajmal.
We continued chatting as we ate brunch. I decided to go for broke. "So, Master, how is Christopher's ass?"
"Very nice thank you," Master Ajmal said as he smiled at me.
"Is there a reason you don't have a tan, Christopher?" I asked.
"No," Christopher replied. "I don't really like sitting in the sun. Besides, I've been told my muscles are more prominent without one."
"Who told you that?" Donny asked.
"Several people," Christopher replied. "Besides, my mother is a dermatologist. She has practically scared the shit out of me with the skin cancer thing. She would freak out if I came home with a tan."
"Are you a confirmed bottom, Christopher?" Tim asked.
"Nope," Christopher replied. "I go both ways. But, I loved Ajmal's dick in my ass. It depends on my mood, actually. Sometimes I'm in a bottom mood. Sometimes I'm in a top mood. I hear you're addicted to having dick up your ass, Tim."
"You could have fooled me," Kyle replied.
"Who told you I like dick in my ass, Christopher?" Tim asked.
"One of the guys at the party," Christopher replied. "Richard Pearson."
"Who the fuck is Richard Pearson?" Tim asked.
"He said he knew you and Steven really well," Christopher replied. "He's about 5'9" tall with dark brown hair. He said the two of you were great friends."
"Steven?" Tim asked.
"I have no fucking idea, Tim," I said. "Does anyone need another drink?"
I took drink orders and went to the kitchen to give Harvey our selections. "Do you know Richard Pearson, Harvey?"
"Nope," Harvey replied. "I've only been in town about 24 hours... Oh wait! I do know a Richard Pearson. He spends time in Provincetown. He's a prick. I believe he does live in Chicago."
"What kind of prick, Harvey," I asked.
"He is a pompous, arrogant, and narcissistic prick," Harvey explain. "He would rather fuck you over than say hello to you. If you bump into him, run the other way. He is trouble."
"Thank you, Harvey," I said.
"I will bring the drinks out post haste," Harvey said.
I returned to the group. "Do you know Richard Pearson well, Christopher?"
"No," Christopher replied. "I just met him last night."
Harvey brought out the drinks to the dining room table and began clearing. Harvey whispered something into Master Ajmal's ear.
"Thank you, Harvey," Master Ajmal said as he turned to smile at me. Then, he turned to the group. "I will need to make certain our private parties remain private. I doubt Richard Pearson was on the guest list. I wonder if he is related to the Pearson family who is bidding against us for the redevelopment project."
"Did Harvey tell you about Richard Pearson, Master?" I asked.
"Yes," Master Ajmal said with a smile. "I am hoping beyond hope the prick, as Harvey called him, is involved in his family's business. I like stepping on and squishing pricks."
"Not to change the subject, but when is Dr. Garmond arriving?" Tim asked.
"Around 5 pm," Master Ajmal said. "Christopher, would you like to fuck Steven to get him ready for Dr. Garmond?"
Christopher looked at Master Ajmal and then looked at me. He looked back at Master Ajmal and then back to me. He turned to Master Ajmal, "I'd love to."
"Steven," Master Ajmal said to me.
I didn't answer. I walked to the opposite side of the table where Master Ajmal and Christopher were sitting. I bent over and steadied myself against a waist-high chest.
"Here?" Christopher asked. He seemed mortified. "In front of all of you?"
"Yes," Master Ajmal replied. "We are one big happy family here, Christopher. So, do you want to fuck Steven or not?"
Christopher stood from his chair and positioned himself behind me. "What about lube?" He asked.
"You won't need any," Tim announced.
Christopher positioned his hard dick on my asshole. He slowly pushed his way inside me.
"Ah! Fuck! You have a nice ass, Steven," Christopher hissed when he was all of the way in.
He began pumping his dick in and out of my ass. His thrust became more and more powerful each time. Finally, he was ravaging my ass with the speed and fury of a maniac. His balls slapped mine on the inward push. I was lost in the power fuck I was getting. My senses were in overdrive. I actually smelled Christopher's sweat on his body and I felt it drip on mine. His dick brushed against my prostate and pushed me over the top.
"Ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh...!" screamed as I unloaded on the floor.
My convulsing ass put Christopher over the top. He too began moaning in pleasure as he shot his load in my ass. "Ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh. ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh...!"
Christopher rested his body on mine as he recovered from his very intense orgasm. Finally, he was able to speak, "Your ass is the best, Steven! You could be habit forming."
"Call me whenever you want to use it, Christopher," Master Ajmal said as Christopher pulled out of my ass and took his seat at the table.
"Kyle," I said. "Do you want to fuck me? Everyone else here has."
"You're kidding me, right?" Kyle asked.
"He's not kidding, Kyle," Tim said. "If I were you, I would get you muscled ass over there and fuck him."
After Kyle had his turn on my ass, we again focused on Dr. Garmond—or at least the other's activities while I was servicing Dr. Garmond.
"Kyle," Tim began. "Now that you've had Steven's ass, would you like to have mine?"
"Really?" Kyle asked.
"Yes," Marcus announced. "You can have mine, too. Donny, do you want to join us while Steven takes care of Dr. Garmond?"
"Why would you want to be with an old fat guy like me?" Donny asked.
Tim pointed to Donny's now hard dick. "It's what's between your legs, Donny. Marcus and I are suckers for big, uncut dick, right, Marcus?"
"Yup," Marcus said with a smile.
"Can Christopher and I join you?" Master Ajmal asked. "We could squeeze three bottom boys and three top guys in our bed."
"You mean you want me to get fucked by Kyle and Donny?" Christopher asked.
"Yup," Master Ajmal replied. "As a matter of fact, Christopher, I insist you get fucked by Donny and Kyle if you want to see me again in the future. If not, you are free to leave now."
"Of course I want to see you in the future, Ajmal," Christopher added. "But, I'm not sure I want to get fucked by Donny... his dick is too big.
"It's up to you, Christopher," Master Ajmal replied. "Either you get fucked by the three of us or you leave."
"I have no choice, right?" Christopher asked.
"Nope," Master Ajmal replied.
Christopher held out his hand. Ajmal took Christopher's hand and led him and the other four men upstairs while I waited for Dr. Garmond to arrive. I answered the door when I heard the doorbell ring. It was Dr. Garmond AND Leo.
"I didn't think you would mind if I brought Leo with me," Dr. Garmond said with a smile. "He, after all, did the injection into your balls."
"Not at all," I said as I led the two men into the first floor guest suite. Both men stripped quickly and began stroking their already hard dicks. I moved to the bed and lowered myself onto my back. "Who first?"
"Leo will be first AND last," Dr. Garmond replied. "I am going to enjoy seeing this stud fuck your ass, Steven."
Leo took his place between my legs. He was still stroking his hard dick. It was all I could do to refrain myself from attacking him. Leo was taking his time.
"Leo, either you put your fucking 13 inch dick up my ass now, or I will sit on it," I almost screamed.
Leo leaned in to kiss me before he aligned his big dick with my asshole. "Beg!"
"Please, SIR! Please fuck me, SIR!" I begged. "I need your big dick in me, SIR! Please, SIR! Fuck me. Make me feel it. Please fuck me!"
Leo didn't wait for me to say another thing. I hadn't even gotten the last few words out of my mouth before he shoved his big dick into my ass. When I felt Leo's trimmed pubic hairs brush against my huge, hairless balls, I nearly shot a load all over us.
Leo stepped up his slow and deliberate pace to rapid fire thrusts in and out of my ass. Every time Leo pulled out of my ass, I braced myself for the inward thrust. Leo and I were looking into each other's eyes. I am certain he noticed my lust filled look as he fucked me like the muscle stud he was. I saw energy in Leo's eyes. Lust popping energy. I felt energy in his dick. It was lust filled energy which made me crave his big dick even more.
"Fuck me harder, SIR!" I screamed. "Please fuck me harder. Make me feel your big dick, SIR! Make me feel it!"
My screams acted as an aphrodisiac to Leo. He pounded my ass harder and harder. Rougher and Rougher. Faster and faster. Without warning, I blew another mind boggling load of cum all over my six pack abs, muscled chest, and my chin. Several volleys covered Leo's sweaty body.
"Shit, boy!" Leo screamed. "I'm cumming boy! Take my cum like the cum pig you are, boy! Ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh...!"
Leo collapsed on top of me. He was breathing heavily. His sweaty body felt like gold on my skin. I held tightly to Leo until he was able to react, "Shit, boy! Every time I fuck you it gets better and better. How can this be?"
"We are connecting, Leo," I whisper. "Just like Tim and me. Just like Master Ajmal and me. We are connecting."
"Now that you've fucked the boy for an hour," Dr. Garmond hissed. "Why don't you let me at the boy's sweet ass."
Leo pulled out of me and Dr. Garmond took his place. Dr. Garmond began hammering my ass with his big dick seconds after he moved between my legs.
"Fuck me, SIR!" I screamed. "Fuck me hard, SIR! Pound my ass. Make me feel your big dick!"
Dr. Garmond did exactly as I had asked. He began to pummel my ass with quick, forceful stabs of his dick. I faded into my mind as Dr. Garmond hammered my ass with his huge dick. `I want dick,' I thought. `I need dick. Dick is my life. Dick is my energy. Dick is my nourishment. Dick is my heaven. Dick is my soul. Dick! Give me dick.'
"Fuck me harder, SIR!" I screamed. "Please, SIR! Fuck me harder. Give it to me, SIR!"
Dr. Garmond picked up the pace. I felt Dr. Garmond's body tense. I felt his cock explode into my ass. "Ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh...!" He screamed.
When Dr. Garmond's dick finished its eruption, rested on top of me to recover from his powerful orgasm.
When Dr. Garmond recovered, he pulled out of my ass and motioned for Leo to take his place between my legs.
"How long do you think the boys will be upstairs fucking?" Leo asked.
"I don't know," I replied. "They have three asses apiece to fuck. So, probably three hours. Why?"
"Then, I have 90 minutes to fuck you," Leo replied.
"Even if they finish earlier, you don't need to rush," I said with a smile. "Take your time. Enjoy the moment. I know I certainly will. Besides, they might enjoy watching the show."
As Leo prepared to mount me for the second time, I looked into his eyes again. We were, indeed, connecting. I felt his energy as he touched my body. I felt his mind meld with mine. He looked at me and smiled before he plunged his dick into my ass.
"You feel it too, don't you, Steven?" Leo whispered.
"Yes," I whispered back. "I feel it too."
"How does it make you feel?" Leo asked.
"Happy," I began to explain. "Content. Grateful. Secure. Connected."
Leo smiled and slowly pushed his 13 inch dick into my ass. "I'm going to make this last, Steven," Leo said. "I'm going to do something we've never done before. I'm going to make love to you. Are you okay with that, Steven?"
"Yes, Leo," I whispered back. "Make love to me. Kiss me, please."
Leo leaned down and began to kiss me. I felt the passion, the energy, the tenderness, and the power of his kisses. My mind joined Leo's mind. We were one at that moment. We shared our minds. We shared our bodies. We shared our love. I was lost in Leo's love. Time stood still. We were happy together. We were connected. We were going on a journey together. Leo and me. Off to another world.
I was jolted back to reality as Leo's body tensed. I felt his dick erupt in my ass. I felt his cum flood my ass. I felt his mind taking me to a new place—a loving place, a peaceful place.
I came back to reality as Leo rested his sweat covered body on top of mine. "I hope our love making session was as mind blowing for you as it was for me."
"Yes, Leo," I whispered. "It was, indeed, mind blowing."
"Leo," I heard Tim say. "Get your mind blowing dick out of my husband's ass."
"Not yet, Tim," Leo calmly said as he leaned in to kiss me. Again his kisses were filled with passionate and filled with energy. Leo raised his body and pulled his still hard dick out of my ass. "He's yours now, Tim."
"Then, Leo," Tim continued. "Why is your dick still hard?"
"I could do it all over again," Leo said to Tim.
"Well then," Tim replied. "What are you waiting for? Fuck him again. This time like you mean it!"
Leo and I went for round three. Just as Leo was shooting in my ass, the doorbell rang.
"Your husband Dean has arrived, Leo," Tim announced with a smile. "He is joining us for dinner. You and Steven need to go take a shower and wash the smell of sex off your bodies. We will entertain Dean until you are finished."
Leo and I smiled at Marcus, Master Ajmal, Kyle, Donny, and Christopher on our way upstairs. After we finished `washing the smell of sex off out bodies,' we joined the others downstairs.
Christopher was in another room practically screaming into his phone. "Dad! I will not be joining you and the family for dinner tonight. I am with friends."
"What's the discussion all about?" I asked the group.
"While we were banging Tim, Marcus, and Christopher, his father apparently called and left a voice mail," Master Ajmal explained. "Apparently, Christopher was to visit his family for dinner tonight at 6 pm. He's, at best, going to be a little late. So, what is Christopher's father really like, Steven?"
"He's an arrogant, racist, homophobic bastard," I explained. "He is not a nice person. He will try to quash any attempt to betray him. I would not want to be in Christopher's shoes right now."
A red-faced Christopher joined us in the living room.
"I take it the conversation didn't go well," Master Ajmal said.
"No, it didn't go well," Christopher replied. "My racist and homophobic father is a bastard."
"We've heard those words before," Tim suggested. "What are you going to do now?"
"Calm down," Christopher suggested. "My father has summoned me to meet him at the club for lunch tomorrow. Lunch will not be a pleasant experience."
"Here's a double vodka on the rocks, Christopher," Marcus said as he handed Christopher the drink. "I always find a little vodka helps to put the situation in prospective."
"Thank you, Marcus," Christopher said as he took the drink. "I will need all of the help I can get. I have this funny feeling I have been outed."
"Who would out you?" I asked.
"A former friend of mine," Christopher replied. "She was pissed when I told her I was gay, and I wouldn't be dating her anymore."
"Your father will not like your affirmation, I am certain," I said. "So, what is your strategy?"
"Deny it," Christopher said. "Otherwise, I will be a homeless, starving, graduate student at the University of Chicago."
"Dinner is served, gentlemen," Harvey announced
We headed toward the dining room, and found seats at the table.
"So, men, did you enjoy yourselves?" I asked as we began eating.
"Yup," Tim replied. "We had a great time. Ajmal was his usual sexy self. Kyle proved to be an excellent top. And, Donny indeed has a wonderful dick and he knows how to use it. Of course, Steven, you already knew that. How was your time with Dr. Garmond and Leo—other than your mind blowing Leo fuck?"
"Dr. Garmond, Leo, and I shared some interesting observations," I replied as I looked directly at Tim.
"Why didn't Dr. Garmond want to have dinner with us?" Marcus asked.
"He said he had other plans," I replied. "He muttered something about a boy toy locked in his hotel room."
"When are you guys getting married, Ajmal?" Christopher asked.
"End of October in Provincetown at Tim and Steven's home," Master Ajmal replied.
"It must be a big house," Christopher commented.
"It's actually two houses," Marcus explained. "The 6,000 square foot one Tim and Steven bought and another 6,000 we just bought next door. An architect is helping us combine the living spaces through the outdoor living spaces."
"Sounds exciting!" Christopher added.
Our conversation continued through dinner. Finally, our guests began to leave. I walked Donny out to his car. Tim and Marcus kissed Kyle goodbye at the door. Master Ajmal and Christopher waited outside for a cab to arrive for Christopher's journey home.
"So, future husband," Marcus said to Master Ajmal when the four of us settled around the kitchen island for a night cap. "What are your plans for Christopher? Should Steven and I be worried?"
"No, you two don't need to be worried," Master Ajmal said with a smile. "I won't know what my plans are for Christopher until after he comes out to his family."
"I see a plan being hatched here," Tim announced. "Did you know about Christopher's possible clash with his family before you invited him to the party last night?"
"Yes," Master Ajmal admitted. "It will prove to be a useful situation for me if Christopher's father reacts poorly to the news his only son is gay."
"How did you know this before you invited Christopher to the party?" I asked.
"You hire the best people in the business," Master Ajmal replied.
To be continued...
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