Date: Thu, 16 Dec 2021 08:56:06 +0000 From: Matthew Storm Subject: Fresh Meat At The Factory This is a work of fiction. If you like this story or have any feedback, please email me: mattstorm1997@gmail.com Support Nifty: https://donate.nifty.org/ Fresh Meat At The Factory The factory's whistle blew, and the shift was over. I followed the other men and waited in line while I removed the hardhat and the thick, industrial gloves so I could toss everything in the bin before leaving the factory floor. Around me, the others were already talking amongst each other, cracking jokes and laughing as if they hadn't endured a gruelling 10-hour shift like I had. One by one, we each entered the locker rooms. When I got there, steam already permeated the room from the showers, some men having already bathed, others in the process of undressing. Ever since discovering my attraction to men, I had to be very careful whenever I entered the locker rooms, even though many of them had their adventures on the side as well. But, like most, they were still in denial and did not like to think of themselves as gay. When I got to my locker, Jake and Tyler were already undressing, Tyler standing there in his briefs while scrolling through his phone. "Fuck," he said, "fresh meat at the Factory tomorrow." "Nice," Jake added, leaning over to see Tyler's screen. "22? How much?" "Three thousand," Tyler answered, tugging on his cock as he swiped through the pictures. "Not like any of us could afford it," I added. Three thousand was much more than what most of us made in a month. And, yet, there was some 22-year-old selling his virginity for that amount. The thought of making that much money in 1 hour was beyond tempting. I opened my locker and removed my stuff. I was too tired to shower there, so I just sat down on the bench, waiting for Tyler and Jake to be done. They were both 20-years-old, whereas I was 35. We had started working at the factory together, so we had become friends. They had been the ones who had introduced me to the Factory. The Factory was a gay bathhouse downtown which, from time to time, hosted special parties. Some of these special parties, the "Fresh Meat", were for anyone who wished to auction off their virginity to make some money. The younger you were, the more you made. At times I had berated myself for having had sex before knowing about these parties. Not that anyone would pay much to take some 30-year-old man's virginity. I took out my phone and pressed the button to turn it on as they both left for the showers. I sighed, knowing what would happen as soon as the phone turned on. As expected, a barrage of notifications inundated my screen, from missed calls to texts. Most were from unknown numbers -- debt collectors -- some from the Factory's group chat announcing the party. One was from my bank, letting me know that I'd done a purchase totalling 1,200$. I clicked on it and immediately knew what it was. "Fucking Meghan," I whispered. I looked up and watched as Tyler and Jake approached, both with their towels over their shoulders, their cocks swinging from side to side. If I hadn't been so tired, I would've initiated something, but the bank's notification had put me in a sour mood. Instead, I just took in the view, remembering what their cocks felt like in my mouth and up my ass. Soon after, Tyler drove us home. When he dropped me off, the clock showed 3:12 A.M., so I did my best to open the door soundlessly. Inside, I took off my work boots and made my way to the kitchen for a beer. Sitting down at the table, I opened my bank's app again and swiped to see my total debt. 11,320.33$. From our bedroom just on the other side of the living room, I could hear Meghan snoring, probably dreaming about the brand new Louis Vuitton bag she had just purchased with my money. I had held a white-collar job a few years ago, earning enough for her to live out her lavish lifestyle. But then, 3 years ago, the company had filed for bankruptcy and I had started working at the factory, but Meghan's lifestyle hadn't gotten the memo. And now, here we were. Me, cheating on her with men, her using all my money. In between us, there was Kyle. Thinking about him, I gulped down the rest of my beer and made my way to his room. The door was slightly open, letting a sliver of light in, falling perfectly on his beautifully, round butt, which was turned towards me and wrapped nicely in his white briefs. Slowly, I entered his room and closed the door behind me. I took of my pants, trying to not make any sound, but he stirred and turned. "Dad?", he asked. "Yeah," I whispered, pulling off my socks. I kept the white, sweaty tank top and made my way to his bed, laying down beside him. He nestled against my chest, his nose buried in my armpit as he liked, and I let one of my hands wander down to his lower back. I was rock hard, my cock pressing tight against my own, dirty white briefs. I grabbed his hand and guided it to my bulge, my other hand finding its way into his briefs and down to his hole. He grabbed my bulge and lowered his head, taking the tip of my cock into his mouth. At the same time, I slipped my index inside him and felt him moan, his warm tongue licking my cock's head, smelling of sweat and piss. I kept fingering him with my index, then introduced a second finger. It didn't take me long of hearing him moan to cum, flooding his mouth with my load. Shot after shot entering his mouth and him, like the good boy that he was, swallowing everything. When we were done, he came back up and nestled against my pit again. "Kyle?", I whispered. "You know I love you, right?" "I love you too, dad," he said back. "If I ask you a big, big favour, would you do it? A favour that might solve all of our problems, allow me to divorce your mother and us to move somewhere far, far away together?" "Of course I would do it. I just want to stay with you. Only you." A held my breath for a moment, then kissed the top of his head. I'd made a decision. I unlocked my phone and texted the Factory's owner, sending him some pictures as well. He answered back in less than 2 minutes with a link. I opened it and saw the pictures of Kyle I'd sent him with the text "Fresh Meat -- 15-year-old. Bid now!" Throughout the next week, I watched as the number next to Kyle's pictures increased from 1k, to 2k, 3, 4, and now, 14k. At the same time, I had to endure Tyler and Jason's jokes about what they were going to do to Kyle during the afterparty. You see, not only had I put my son's virginity up for sale, I'd also signed him up for an afterparty, where anyone visiting the bathhouse could fuck him for a price: the price got lower the more loads he had in him. At first, I felt disgusted hearing them talk about my son like that. But, eventually, I found myself getting hard thinking about their huge cocks pounding Kyle's tight, bubble butt. The day finally came, and I still hadn't explained everything to Kyle. I took that day off, and he was on vacation from school, so it was just me and him at home. I sat him down and explained what would happen. "Are you still up for it?", I asked afterwards. He swallowed. "How much is it now?" "Currently? 15,600$. I know the top bidder, he's a 40-year-old who often goes there. Burly, big, bear. It won't be easy." "And that's enough for you to pay off your debts and for us to move away?" "Yes, with the money we'll make in the afterparty. Maybe 3k more." "Then yes, I'll do it. No questions asked." "You sure?" "I want to be with you, dad." I kissed him on the lips then. Despite our nightly adventures, we still hadn't kissed in bed, let alone during the day in plain sight. But I was so overcome with love for this boy that I just couldn't resist it, my thick stubble rough against his smooth skin. A few hours later, it was time for us to go. At the Factory, the owner showed us to a prep room where I could help Kyle get ready. "Will you stay with me?", he asked me. "What? Now? Or afterwards?" "Both, I guess." "I don't know if I can stay with you afterwards," I said, sadly. "Oh..." "But I'll ask. And I'll help you get ready." He smiled softly at me and I leaned down to kiss him again. His lips parted immediately, letting me in, and I approached him, hugging him and holding him tight against my stronger, bigger body. I helped him undress and I undressed too. Despite what we did in his bed almost every night, this was the first time we were fully naked in front of each other. His body was beautiful, soft and docile, pale and made of soft corners. I trailed his torso with my rough hands, feeling my callouses against his still hairless skin, going over his flat belly and the soft trail of hair that wound its way down to his light-brown pubes. His cock was small, smaller than mine at his age. I cupped it with my hands, caressing and massaging his balls. He laid his head on my hairy chest and I held him closer, my hand shifting from his cock to his ass, appreciating the soft contours of his bubble butt. It was so perfect, so round, so soft. So innocent. A sudden image crossed my mind, of a huge cock fucking his virgin ass relentlessly and my already hard cock throbbed with pleasure against his stomach. Kyle felt it and moaned, took my nipple into his mouth and grabbed my cock with his hand, his fingers struggling to wrap around the shaft. Now it was my time to moan, and I let my fingers wander to his hole, pushing one in, then another. We stood like that for a bit, him sucking on my nipple, me fingering his ass slowly, him tugging on my dick, me holding his head close against my chest. It felt... natural. An overwhelming instinct to protect him overcame me, to hold him close, to let him suckle on my chest, to hold his beautiful, innocent body close to mine, so rough and hairy and strong. Alas, we had to stop to prepare him. I took my fingers out and he understood and stopped sucking on my nipple. I held him at a distance for a moment, looking deep into his puppy brown eyes. Then, I kissed him passionately again. I helped him douche and shower and, afterwards, he was ready. We entered into the room beyond, a dark room with a sex swing in the corner, a bed, benches, chairs -- basically anything that you could have sex on or in. I could feel him shaking with nerves beside me, so I embraced him and said: "You can still say no." He didn't hesitate, saying, "No, I want to do this." A door opposite the one we'd entered opened, and we watched as the man who'd won the bidding entered. I recognized him as the guy known for... my eyes wandered from his face down to his cock. The guy known for that. To say his cock was huge was an understatement. It was massive. Right now, it was soft and quite literally the size of a beer can in terms of both length and girth. He usually only came to the Factory for the Fresh Meat parties, usually taking the younger guys. He was a lawyer, so he could afford it, and some thought he was an undercover cop trying to sus out the scene. But, no, he was just a 40-something-year-old with a cock I'd heard described as equivalent to having a fist rammed up your ass. "You're his dad?", he asked me, his voice deep and calm. "Yeah," I answered. "You want to watch me fuck your son?" "He asked me to be here with him." "Fuck, that's hot," he said, approaching. He was much bigger than me, what most would describe as a muscle bear, with a barrel-like torso covered in salt-and-pepper hair. He had a nicely trimmed moustache and serious, but gentle blue eyes. I looked at Kyle, trying to understand if he wanted to back out, but he was fixated on the monster hanging in between the man's legs and, for the first time, I saw hunger and desire in his eyes. He wanted this. "I'm Chris," he said. "Kyle," Kyle answered immediately, finally breaking from his cock-induced trance. "I'm Matt," I said. Chris towered over Kyle, quite literally three times his size. I looked down at both of their cocks and almost laughed at the comparison. Chris leaned down and kissed Kyle, his tongue invading Kyle's mouth with hunger and desire, giving him a sloppy kiss that left slobber running down Kyle's chin. I took my queue and stepped back, sitting down on a bench and enjoying the show. I was already hard, the sight of Chris dominating my boy so insanely erotic that it almost made me cum immediately. But I leaned back and watched as Chris kept kissing Kyle, holding his head with his big, bear hand against his mouth. Kyle looked... in ecstasy. He was no longer shaking, instead letting himself go into the moment, trusting Chris completely and letting the older man do whatever he wanted with his body. It was at that moment, I think, that Kyle understood his real place in the world. Chris guided Kyle's head to his armpit, hairy and dark, and held the boy's head there for a bit before moving it to his nipple. Kyle started feeling Chris' body, running his hand through his hairy chest and belly and, then, down to his cock, which was still soft. However, as Kyle started playing with his huge balls -- his hand barely big enough to hold them both -- Chris' started getting hard. I watched as Kyle moved his hand to the huge man's shaft and couldn't believe what I was seeing. Not even I would've been able to wrap my fingers around that monster. And, somehow, that was going up my boy's ass. Fuck... I started tugging at my own cock, struggling not to cum and waiting desperately for that moment when Chris would be ramming his dick into Kyle, secretly wishing he would do it to me as well. Chris pushed Kyle down to his knees gently, and Kyle obeyed, immediately opening his mouth to receive him. Up until now, Kyle had only sucked on my cock's head, never going deeper, but I had no idea if he had ever practice with something -- or someone -- else. Chris held his cock over Kyle's face, slapping him with it, rubbing it against his soft cheeks, while Kyle waited with his mouth open, tongue out and waiting. Then, Chris let him taste his dick's tip, which was uncut, and, slowly, started pushing it into Kyle's mouth. My son took it like a champ, his tiny mouth invaded by a gigantic monster, his jaw opening almost as wide as it would go. When Chris hit the back of his mouth, Kyle didn't gag, but Chris couldn't go much deeper. And that was only a third of it. "Fuck...," I whispered while playing with the precum that had beaded on my own piss slit. "Want to try it?", Chris asked. I didn't have to be asked twice and immediately knelt in front of him and beside my kid. Chris took his cock out of Kyle's mouth and put into mine, much more rough than what he'd been with Kyle. But I could take it, having almost 3 years of practice not only at the Factory but in the factory's showers with the other guys as well. I was usually the slut that was passed around. I guess I knew where Kyle's newly discovered submissiveness came from. Chris held my head steady his strong hands and started fucking my throat relentlessly. I took it the best I could, swallowing almost all of it but unable to even touch his pubes with my nose. Slobber ran down my chin, tears pooled in my eyes as Chris did whatever he wanted with me. "Slut father, slut child," Chris said as he pulled out. I turned to Kyle and we kissed, sharing Chris' precum and tasting this massive man's cock on both of our mouths. Chris rubbed his saliva covered cock on our faces as we kissed and then let Kyle taste it, this time fucking his mouth a bit more roughly. We did this for a bit, me and Kyle each taking turns on Chris' cock and kissing in between, Chris moaning and calling us sluts and whores, me almost cumming every second. Then Chris pulled Kyle up and guided him to the bed, laying him flat and face down and telling me to sit against the headboard with my legs open. We understood what he wanted and Kyle started sucking my cock as he lay there, Chris parting his round ass cheeks and spitting on his hole. Then he pushed a finger into Kyle and I heard my son moan as he sucked my cock, but I held his head in place as Chris started fingering him with one finger, then two, then three. My fingers were smaller than Chris' and I had never put three into Kyle, so he was already taking much more than ever before. Still, he took it like a champ, understanding that, right now, Chris owned his body and could do whatever the fuck he wanted with it. Yet, Kyle moaned as Chris played with his hole, fingering him with one hand and tugging his cock with the other. I came then, filling Kyle's mouth with my load at the sight of this massive, beautiful, strong man taking over my son's body, initiating him into the pleasures of sex. The difference between them, in size and in age, was the hottest thing I'd ever seen. Still, despite my orgasm, I was still rock hard. I took Kyle's mouth out of my cock and let his head lay on the bed. He had his eyes closed in pleasure, a look of bliss plastered on his face as Chris kept widening his hole, getting him ready for the real deal. I went over to Chris' vantage point to see the progress and saw my boy's pink hole looser than I'd ever seen. "I don't want to open him too much," Chris said. "I want him to still struggle with it." "Fuck yeah," I said, mesmerized as his hairy fingers fucked my son's hairless ass. Then, he stopped, reaching for the bottle of lube on a table with a plethora of sex toys to choose from. Chris didn't need to use any: he had his fingers and his cock. While he waited, Kyle put his ass up, offering it completely, impatient for something to fill his hole again. His hole had a small gape, a sign that he was somewhat loose and very relaxed. Chris squeezed some lube on Kyle's hole, spreading it with his fingers all around and inside. Then, he squeezed some more on his cock, covering it completely. He wanted Kyle to feel it, but he also didn't want to make a mess of things. When he was done, Kyle was moaning in anticipation, a soft smile full of pleasure and ecstasy plastered on his face. He still had some of my cum on his chin. Then, Chris placed the tip of his cock against his hole and I couldn't help but wonder how it would ever fit. It was like trying to shove a log into a toilet paper tube. Slowly, Chris pushed the tip in, and Kyle's eyes opened wide, his hands clenching the sheets. "Ah...", he moaned, his face showing surprise as if he hadn't seen what awaited him before. As for me, I was rock hard at the sight of Chris holding Kyle's ass steady with his hands, not letting him pull away. Chris knew it would be the kid's instinct. The older man kept pushing and pushing, slowly, inch by inch burying his cock down Kyle's tight ass. Kyle's hole was struggling as it was forced open to an unnatural girth. It was, quite literally, the same as fisting. Kyle was moaning in both pleasure and pain, his face contorted as he tried to pull away but couldn't. "Steady, boy," Chris said. "Almost there." A lie. Four inches were in, there were still 8 more to go. Kyle started crying then. Not bawling, just silent tears streaming down his face, grunts of pain as Chris kept his relentless push, every instinct in his body begging him to pull away, to stop this invasion, this violation of his hole. But he couldn't. Chris held him in place, his hands grabbing onto his hips as he kept shoving. This was too much for me, I was about to blow. I walked over to the side of the bed and tugged my cock once, twice, and was suddenly shooting another load, this time onto Kyle's face as he cried and grunted in pain. When I was done, I held my semi-soft cock next to him and he started sucking the tip, like a crying baby suckling on a pacifier. "There we go," Chris said. I looked over and realised he was fully inside Kyle. I felt jealous of my son. I wanted desperately to be in his position, with Chris ramming his cock up my ass. Chris noticed my jealous look and said, "I won't be as gentle with you." "Wouldn't want it any other way." "Lube up while I take care of Kyle then." I obeyed, going over to the bottle of lube and squeezing some into my fingers to lubricate my hole. I lay down next to Kyle, spread eagle, and started fingering myself as Chris pulled an inch of his cock out, only to shove it back in. Kyle grunted in pain, more silent tears. Chris did it again, and again, and again, each time taking one more inch out, only to bury everything in once more. By then he was fully fucking Kyle, ramming his cock up my son's ass relentlessly. His body was covered in sweat, a look of bestial desire showed on his face. Suddenly, Chris took his cock out of Kyle. Kyle collapsed on the bed, exhausted, and Chris walked over to me and, without warning, shoved his dick up my ass. I screamed in pain, holding onto the sheets, as he raped my hole. I too started crying. I couldn't control it. The pain was intense, but the pleasure was even stronger. I felt... completed. Full. Put into my place as this specimen of a man towered over me, fucking me, raping me, doing whatever he wanted with me and my son. Somehow, my hands found their way to his torso, and I felt his hair, dripping sweat onto me as he leaned over. Beside me, Kyle was turning on his back and I turned my head to kiss him. We stayed like that for a bit, us kissing and Chris fucking my hole, until Kyle opened his legs again, wanting more. Chris stopped fucking me and went over to the boy, shoving his massive cock inside him with no preparation. Once Kyle had been loosened up, he was ready to take it whenever Chris wanted. Chris fucked us in turn for an hour. Halfway through, he had to piss and, instead of going over to the bathroom, he just stood over us and washed us in his warm piss. We felt blessed to be beneath him as he humiliated us. We deserved it. This was our place. He was, simply put, superior to us, better than us and, therefore, he could do whatever he wanted with our bodies. We were his for the taking. And he took us. Over and over and over until neither of us could feel our holes anymore, so abused we were. Then, covered in sweat, grunting, Chris finally unloaded inside Kyle. Kyle's eyes rolled back as he was taken into a trance from the blessing of having Chris semen inside him, filling his guts. I envied him, but was happy for him as well. I kissed him as Chris unloaded, shot after shot after shot deep into his ass, and I could feel Chris' cock and piss and precum on my son's mouth. There are no words to describe how truly consecrated we felt for having Chris even touch us, let alone fuck us and piss on us and, now, unload into one of us. When he was done, Chris left without a word or a kiss. I knew we would never find anyone else like him. Me and Kyle lied side by side for a few minutes, recuperating. We looked at each other and smiled. We kissed, still not believing what had just happened. A few minutes later, it was time for the afterparty. I helped Kyle up from the bed, both of us exhausted but wanting more, and led him down to the bathhouse. The bathhouse had a central room, where most of the action took place, and several smaller ones -- some with pools, others with saunas, others with beds and sex swings. In the main room, an orgy was already taking place. I saw Jake and Tyler tag teaming some older guy in a bench, guys pissing on each other, fisting, unloading inside each other. The room stank of sweat and semen and piss and men. I felt re-energized. As we entered, the Factory's owner -- a 30-something-year-old with a rocking body -- stood on a bench and shouted, "Today's Fresh -- or, rather, now not-so-fresh -- Meat is here. Whoever wants to fuck him, line up. 50$ upfront." I guided Kyle over to a bench and he leaned over, offering his ass up to anyone wanting to take it. Jake and Tyler immediately came over and asked how it had gone. I told them in detail what had happened and they inspected Kyle's hole, fascinated by how he'd taken it. They weren't so surprised when I told them I'd taken it too. Jake was still playing with Kyle's hole, captivated by how he could insert two fingers inside without any resistance. Then, he shoved his own cock up Kyle's ass and Kyle grunted in surprise, but didn't say anything else, instead closing his eyes with pleasure. In turn, Tyler bent me over and took my hole and, suddenly, there we were again, father and son getting fucked by superior men who had full rights to our bodies. A line had formed behind Jake, almost everyone wanting a turn with Kyle's ass. When Jake was done, squirming as he unloaded inside my son's guts, it was Tyler's turn with Kyle, but I stayed put, waiting for someone else to take me as well. Immediately, I felt someone take my hole and, not before long, I too had a load inside me. It all ended at around 6 a.m. and with both of us full of cum. I'd taken around 10 loads. Kyle, however, had taken 70. One more, if we count Chris'. He stayed bent over as man after man after man fucked him and unloaded in him in succession, each transferring 50$ to my account for the pleasure of fucking my 15-year-old son. Kyle didn't complain for a bit, instead moaning with pleasure almost throughout the entire thing. No one came close to Chris in size, but it was never easy to take so many cocks and so many loads. By the end, Kyle's hole was gaping and flooded with cum, running down his smooth legs. There was cum everywhere else on him too as those who didn't want to pay masturbated as they watched and unloaded on him. Some other guys had also pissed on him, others had paid 20$ for a blow job. In the morning I checked my phone. This time, the flood of messages were notifications from my bank's app letting me know someone had transferred money over. I scrolled through all of them and got to the first one. A 20k deposit with the message: "Two sluts are better than one. Chris."