Date: Tue, 16 Jan 2024 16:38:46 -0500 From: Mark Smith Subject: Mushroom Heads: The Last of Yas. Chapter 1 (Science fiction/Fantasy, Celebrity) Drop Nifty some bucks to keep these stories online. CONTENT: An explicit gay retelling of the Last of Us. Will Joel be able to keep Eli safe? And from what? Sci-fi / Fantasy Slash Fiction Incest (in later episodes) relationships If you like this story, consider sending your feedback to bodyworkbymarknyc@gmail.com I'm looking to write the whole show and want to hear from you. Connect online at @Gayfan_Erotica on x Treat me to a cup of coffee or some lube. $storiesbymark on cashapp Prologue: SAM, TEXAS, 2004 "Dad?" I called out. "Dad, where are you?" I looked around the living room of our suburban Texas home. Spider-Man was still playing. By the looks of it, we were close to the end. The last thing I remember was falling asleep, my head on Dad's knee while Peter visited Oscorp. I was glad I'd fallen asleep before the part where Uncle Ben died. Always felt so sad that Spider-Man grew up without any sort of dad. But something had woken me up, and it hadn't been Spider-Man. It sounded like a scream. I paused the film. Somewhere in the distance, I heard a strange ringing. "Daddddd." Where could he have gone? I got off the sofa and made my way towards the kitchen. "Uncle Tommy. Is anyone home?" Tommy had been living with us for a while. He always said he was gonna move somewhere he could have his own room, but Dad insisted he stay. Since then, he'd been crashing on the big sofa in Dad's bedroom Mom liked to read on before she died. "Hello?" No one answered. Stepping into the kitchen, I saw the screen door was open. Dad wouldn't have left it like this. I went to close it. But as I drew closer, I started to hear the sirens. It sounded like they were coming from every direction. I walked outside. The air was cool and crisp, the sky was clear, and the sounds of chaos surrounded me. I stood dumbfounded, listening to the world around me as Dad's red Ford pick-up truck squealed around the edge of our road. Dad ignored the road entirely and drove right onto the grass. "SAM, GET IN THE CAR." He yelled as he jumped from the truck. "Tommy, you drive." Before I could ask Dad what was going on, he ran full speed into the house. I stopped to stare at him. Dad had always been the strongest man I knew, but watching him barrel into the house I realized he was strong and capable. "Tommy?" I asked as soon as my dad had disappeared past the door frame. "Get in sport." "What's going on?" "Just end-of-the-world shit," Tommy said as he got out the passenger side and made his way to the driver seat. He gave me one of his million-dollar grins, but even that didn't shake the feeling of unease from my stomach. I stood there, dumbstruck, looking back at the only house I had ever known. Dad burst through the front door holding his shotgun. "SAM! IN THE CAR NOW." Startled, I scrambled into the back seat of the truck. I didn't even have shoes on. As soon as Dad was in, Tommy peeled out of our yard. I stared back at our house. The only one I'd ever known as we made our way down the streets. But my attention was soon pulled elsewhere. Under the street lamps of Oak Street, I watched as Lizzy Irwin, our neighbor, tackled her husband, Mike. There was something feral about Liz, like a rabid dog. Her face was contorted and stained by white sludge. "Dad?" "Don't look, Champ." "What's going on?" My voice broke in fear. "Radio said it's some sort of virus. Like rabies. People get bit, and then they go mad." "What's causing it?" "They don't know." "No." "When did it start?" I could tell Dad was irritated with all my questions, but I couldn't stop myself from asking. I just hated not knowing what was going on. "Today. Tommy. Take 80. Then we will head north. Get towards Delhi and away from the city." he turned on the radio, surfing the stations. Everything was static. "Just 10 minutes ago, this was filled with chatter. Something bad's going down, Tommy." "Fuck." is all Tommy said as the truck accelerated. "Language." Said dad. "80's fucked." Tommy said, not registering that Dad had just told him not to swear. It looks like everyone had the same idea we did." The road out of the city was swamped with cars. An endless sea of red lights blinking in the night. Beyond the cars, we could see swarms of helicopters cutting through the night sky. "The whole fucking army is here. Fuck." Said, Tommy. "Language! Cut across Stephen's Field and will pick up route 72." Tommy gave the wheel a sharp tug, and we cut across the grass. We drove in silence, the car bouncing across the field till we picked back up with the road that would take us down through town. I'd never seen my Dad or Tommy like this. They had both been Marines; nothing ever ruffled their feathers. "Dad, I'm scared." "Don't be scared, Champ. Tommy and I will keep you safe." "But what's happening?" "Nothing we can handle if we stick together. We got you." "Joel, do I stop?" Tommy pointed to a car in the field before us, just off the road. A couple stood there with a child in their arms, trying to flag down our car. "They have a kid." "We have a kid. Drive." Said my dad. I watched as their faces passed us. Desperation filled their eyes. When we drove into town, it was chaos. "Fuck." That was all Tommy said. The streets were filled with people running and screaming every which way. At first, it was hard to tell, but the people were running from the other humans who had crusted white sludge around their mouths. The streets were filled with screams. "What do we do, Joel." "Drive." "Through these people, I can't..." "FUCKING DRIVE, TOMMY." Tommy hit the accelerator and started heading through the crowd. "Don't watch." My dad shot back at me. I turned around, not wanting to see what Tommy drove into. "Dad!" "What." "DAD!" He whipped his head around, and I pointed. In the sky above us, a plane was streaking down. Headed right towards downtown. "DAD." "BRACE!" he screamed as the world filled with the deafening roar of 4 jet engines. The explosion that followed flipped our car. One moment I was watching the road. The next, everything was ringing in a sea of tinkering glass. "Sam. SAMMY." my dad called out. "Where are you?" "I'm stuck," I called back. When the car flipped, my leg ended up pinned. "My leg. Dad!" "I'm coming, Sammy. I'm coming." My Dad's hands snaked their way through the broken window of the truck's back seat, and he pulled me from my wreckage. I tried to stand but immediately screamed. My leg was undoubtedly broken. "It's okay. It's okay, Sam, I got you." I could barely hear my dad over the sounds of screams and explosions all around me. The world was all smoke and the smell of burning gas. "Tommy!" My dad called out. "Yeah." "Meet us on the other side of the river." "Okay, I've got your gun." Tommy was separated from us by the truck; it had ended up wedged into the mouth of an alley in the explosion. "Good, now come on. I got you, son." My dad swooped me up in his big burly arms. Sometimes I forgot how strong he was. "Keep your eyes on me." He began to run. People, well, they looked like people, tracked us with their eyes as we ran through the alleys. I tried to look away, but I was pulled in by their odd movements and the weird noises that passed their lips. We kept running. Dad never let up. Just kept charging through the back streets. One man watched us as we ran and began to follow. "Dad, he's chasing us." "Keep your eyes on me," Dad said breathlessly, picking the pace up. "He's gaining." "GAHHH," Dad screamed. We were running down an alley past a dumpster. With one heavy, Dad threw me onto the dumpster's lid and grabbed a 2x4 that was leaving against the alley wall. With one fluid movement, he brought it up and smashed the man who was running at us in the head. The man screamed but kept scrambling towards us. Dad wailed at him over and over again, beating the man into the dirt of the alley. The blood spattered around him. Drips of dark red stained the alley walls. "Look away, Sam," Dad said between blows. "Look away." When he had stopped twitching, Dad dropped the 2x4 and returned to me. I let out a sob. "It's okay, champ. It's okay." He pulled me back into his arms and began jogging out of town again. We reached the end of the alley, where the building gave way to nature at the creek's edge. Dad ran down the embankment, clutching me tight, and scrambled up the other side. For a moment, we caught our breath. I curled tighter into Dad. Holding onto him. Then we heard a rustle from the bushes. "Tommy?" He yelled. "Where are you?" A flashlight lit up the night. "Halt right there." His voice was gruff. He was dressed in green camo--an army man. "I'm just looking for my brother." My dad said to the army man. "Tommy." nothing answered the sound of static as the man with the flashlight. Reached up to his shoulder mountain walkie-talkie and began to converse. "I've got two civilians who have crossed the river. Over" "Please." My Dad said. "We're not infected." I could hear the hiss of static and chatter as the army man bent and listened. "Repeat. Over," he said after a moment's pause. "Please." My dad said. "Please. "Copy. Over." There was a pause. He raised his assault rifle. "I'm sorry." The sounds of gunfire erupted in the air. "DAD," I screamed as I fell. And fell, And fell. The stars above were more beautiful than I thought. My dad was one of them. His face swam into view. "SAMMY," Dad screamed. "CHAMP, stay with me!" Dad was always so demanding. "Yesss." My words were slurred, slow, and strangely pitched. "Yes, Daddy, I will. But the stars..." Then there was darkness. CHAPTER 1: ELI, INTERROGATION, 2023 The Firefly entered the old classroom with his double-barreled shotgun pointed right at my mouth; he probably wanted to shove those metal barrels down my throat and finish me off. I knew I wasn't threatening them, but they didn't see it that way. Chained to the wall by my ankle and standing 5 foot 8, barely 140 pounds wet, I couldn't start any trouble even if I wanted to. Unlike the other men who had guarded me this week, his hands weren't shaking as he entered the classroom, but he kept the barrels trained on me as he made his way forward. This 6-foot-2 slab of beef stared at me like I was a full-blown clicker. We locked eyes, taking stock of one another. He had been working out before he came for his guard shift, his muscle bulging with a post-gym swell under his tight green t-shirt. I could smell the sweat on him, heady and intoxicating. It was a particular sort of hell that all the guards seemed to be on gym rotation before they came to do guard duty in my cell. The scent of all those unwashed pits made me cross-eyed to the point that I'm sure one guard thought I was changing into a mushroom head. The way my eyes rolled back in my head, and I found it hard to focus. Usually, a guy pointing a gun at me, no matter how they smelled, would be a turn-off, but after ten days chained to a wall, I was starting to lose my mind. Some Firefly dropped my food off yesterday, and I was salivating, not because of the rations but because another guy with a pulse was in the room with me. He told me to stop staring at him like I would eat him and then bolted from the room. I almost thought of telling him he was what I wanted to chew on, but I'm pretty sure he would have iced me then and there if I had said that. I know I'm just fucking losing my mind with hornyness because I don't want to die a virgin. Okay, well, not a complete virgin. I've known I was gay since I started sucking off a few of the other cadets at FEDRA, but no one had ever been in my ass, and chances are no one ever is going to now. Killed by an infected, killed by the fireflies, killed by Fedra, what did it matter? I was still going to die before I had sex. At least in FEDRA, I could sneak off to the shower when the thoughts of the other cadets drove me crazy and jerked off in a stall before I ran out of water rations--jerking off to thoughts of the FEDRA guards pushing me into the lockers and doors, spreading my legs, forcing their fingers into me, making me squeal out their names. I had it good back then, locked in FEDRA's training dorms, and I didn't even know it. I haven't cum since the night the firefly's found me. I can't even remember when I went this long without a release. It was getting so bad that all my thoughts were about the guards, dreaming one might get horned up during his shift and start looking for a release. But being infected was a huge turn-off. The guard who had just entered my room had a face marked with scars and five o'clock scruff, starkly contrasting my smooth skin and fair complexion. His skin was obsidian in color, drawing my eyes whenever he moved. He was handsome with one of those noses that looked like it had been broken a hundred times. I let my attention wander past the pecs that pulled his t-shirt tight; his abs were visible under the cotton. His green camo pants strained under the size of his tree trunk legs as his weight shifted. His eyes kept searching me, studying me as much as I examined him. For a moment, I felt embarrassed about how I looked. I wish I had showered the dirt off my face, at least. I'd torn up my clothes pretty badly between trying to escape through the mall and fighting off the infected. My shirt was torn, and my left nipple, exposed to the air, stood at attention. My pants were worse off. The crotch had ripped completely, and my left ass cheek was exposed from where the infected had bitten me on the ass. I had asked for new clothes the day they had locked me up, but the firefly guards had denied me. Said they didn't waste good fabric on someone meant for the burnt heap. "Say your name." He said finally. His voice was like gravel. "Boo," I yelled, jerking forward. The guard flinched. I couldn't help but laugh, tucking my unruly brown curls back behind my ears. "All of you are scaredy-cats." "Say your name, rag boy.' They had started calling me that since they dragged me in. "Same name I gave some guard yesterday." "Say it." "Yes, sir," I said with a mock salute. I snapped my heels together and came to attention before letting the whole facade sluff off. "That salute had good form. You were in FEDRA cadet training." "Like I'm telling you anything." I shot back. "A bad boy there and a bad boy here." He almost smiled. "At least there they tell you what's happening to you." Every day some guard would ask me questions, try to ascertain if I had lost my mind, and then just let me be. How many more days of this would I have to endure? "Name?" "It's Eli. Eli Williams has been Eli. Always gonna be Eli." "What year is it?" "2023" "Age" "18" He seemed to regard me for a moment. "You're a bit scrappier than I expected you to grow up into." "Expected me to be? Are you some family friend I've never met?" I said it as a joke, but he just smiled. "Knew your parents. Dad was built like a truck. Figured you would always grow up to be more like him." "Well, hate to tell you, but I'm an orphan so my dad's built like a fucking dirt pile now. But if I'm wrong and one day I meet him, I'll let him know you think I could work out more." I'd never met anyone who knew my parents--never had anyone to call Dad. Just grew up in a system, Orphan number 778, trying to make a family from the boys in the bunks next to me. We just stood there in silence for what felt like ages. Then he lowered the gun. I let out a sigh I didn't even know I was holding. Part of me wanted to cry. This whole time I had just been living in fear. Fear of the moment my body would be taken over, replaced with the mushroom hoard, or whatever happened after you were infected. "Names Martin Dandri. I'm the leader here of the Boston Fireflies." He held out his hand for me to shake. I hadn't touched anyone in over a week. Never really thought I was going to again. I gingerly took it. His grip was warm and masculine as his hand closed over mine, dwarfing me. Despite the chill, I began to sweat. How often had I fantasized about men like this? "Haven't had the chance to talk to you myself yet. Do you know why you're chained up?" "Because you and the fireflies are a bunch of perverted men who like to chain up young boys." I shot back. "I assure you when I want a boy, they come to me freely, even if they end up in chains." Martin licked his lips, his eyes darting toward my ass. It was quick, but I saw it. "You're chained up because you were infected." "Yeah, I was, but no one lasts longer than two days, and I've lasted at least eight. So can I go?" He ignored my questions and kept asking his own. "Do you feel normal today, Eli?" I looked around the room. It was an old abandoned school classroom the fireflies had converted into a cell. From the looks of it, it had been an English classroom. Posters of famous authors were still stuck to the walls. Abbot, Adams, Affleck, the names went on. "Normal. What the fuck is normal. I'm chained to a wall in a classroom. I went to the mall for the first time to play Mortal Kombat and got fucking attacked by a man with a mushroom for a head, some big dick metaphor monster who has FUCKED my life. So now I'm wearing rags, pretty sure I will die a virgin, talking to a wanna-be-Jax. BUT If you mean normal, like not about to become a monster. Then yeah, I'm normal." "A virgin?" He asked with a laugh. "Whatever." I didn't mean to say that. My mind jumped to Max. Max... He was gone now. "Isn't FEDRA training co-ed?" he said with a shit-eating grin. "Is that why you're the leader of the fireflies? You're good at insulting kids? Or because you've convinced everyone to join you on some asinine quest to have camo come back into fashion." "Sassy boy." "Whatever." He gave a sigh. "I've been with the fireflies longer than you've been alive, boy. The only enemy we had a chance against. But you represent a chance to deal with our greater enemy. The Fucking Mushroom Heads. The infected." He gave me a stern look. "Do you even know how many lives you could save? Being Immune? You're all that matters." I hadn't thought about what being immune might mean. No one was. "Your blood could save us, save the fireflies; we could liberate all the Qz's." There was something almost pleading about how he spoke. The Fireflies had locked me up to the wall for days, and then their leader came by to tell me I could be a big help in their fight with FEDRA. Didn't they deserve treatment too? This guy was pissing me off. "I can help save your life. Cammo's never gonna come back. Stop committing this fashion fatality." "You could be humanity's answer to the mushrooms, yet all you can think about is a shit video game. " "Hey. Mortal Kombat is a great game." I shot back. "How would you know? Only one you've played." He gave me a weak smile. "If you helped me save humanity, who knows, someone might make a better game for you." "Are you really gonna try to guilt me into having a change of heart by promising me new video games?" "Parents used to convince kids to do all manner of things by promising they would get them new video games. Since it looks like you'll be the squad's boy, I thought I'd try. " He paused. "Or is there something else you want?" He let out a big sigh and flexed his arms above his head, arms that looked like they could crush my skull. I must have drooled a bit because he chuckled and muttered under his breath. "Hungry Boy." "So, if you want me to save humanity, why am I still chained up?" I finally asked, pulling my eyes from the veins in his arms. I almost felt angry with myself that all it took for me to consider helping him was looking at his arms, but I knew I just had to know what those sculpted arms felt like. "Safety first. Turn around and show me your bite mark." he licked his lips. "I'll need you to spread them both for me to investigate thoroughly. "Seen a lot of boys' asses to compare it to?" I asked. I meant it to sound cocky, but it came out horny. I wasn't sure what I was doing. He sat back on the desk, spread his legs, and took a thin cigarette from a tin in his left pocket. He lit it and blew the smoke at my face with an audible sigh. "Come here." He pointed to the floor a few feet away from him. This is how they always inspected me--at the end of my chain, bent over, ass up. I could feel my dick beginning to stir in. What was it about this irritating and demanding guy that was getting me hot and bothered? "No," I said. Not because I didn't want to. I was nervous he'd see that my dick was swelling. "If you know what's best for you, you'll come right now." He reached into his other cargo pocket and pulled out a Taser. He flipped a switch in the side, and electricity crackled in the air. "A 50,000-volt shock will knock out a recently infected as fast as a human. If I'm taking you anywhere, I must be sure for myself." He flipped the switch on his taser, and electricity crackled around us; I felt my dick stiffen. "Taking me somewhere?" "Yes." "Where." "Somewhere beyond your wildest dreams," he said, flashing me that grin more electrifying than his taser. They probably were moving me to a different holding cell. The sounds of gunfire had been getting closer the last few nights. FEDRA and the Fireflies fighting in the alleys behind the school. I walked forward, unsure of what else to do. But strangely excited. Would he use it on me? Did I want him to? What if I resisted? "Good boy." he smiled as I got to the end of my chain. "I don't want to have to use this on you." His smile was darker than a storm cloud. "This time. Turn around." I did. "Bend over." I hesitated. Only for a moment, but that was too long for him. He stepped forward, and I felt his arm on my back. With one quick shove of his hand and kick of his boot to my right leg, I fell forward with my legs spread. I caught myself with my hands pinwheeling down on the ground before me. "Show it to me." He said--his breathing was heavy. Taking my hands off the floor but still bending over, I separated the two halves of my pants, exposing my bite. I started sweating even in the cold air. I felt his hands grab either side of my ass. His calloused fingers dug into my skin. He made a low rumbling noise as he pulled my ass cheeks apart and inspected me. My exposed hole quivered in the cold air. "Virgin hole." I heard him mutter. My hole spasmed as he said it. He just chuckled. He moved his fingers around, getting closer to my hole. Pulling the skin taut. I moaned despite myself. "Does it look okay?" I asked breathlessly. "soft, tight, pink, boy hole. With peach fuzz." He said. Tapping my asshole on every word with his thick pointer finger. "Okay," I said, my voice quaking. His head was so close to my ass. I could feel his breath on me. "As your superior, you should get used to addressing me as sir." "Okay... Sir." "Very good." "I'm glad you approve, sir," I wasn't even sure what I was saying. No one had ever held my ass for this long. Just as soon as I was starting to relax, his hands disappeared. Pain erupted through my left cheek as he brutally smacked my ass right on the bite mark. "OUCH," I screamed. I whipped my head around and stared at him. What was he planning to do to me? "Don't resist." "Why? You slapped me!" "Needed to ensure you were not pretending to be human." He said. "Have you heard of an infected being able to talk?" "No, but I've seen a lot of things in this life I never imagined I would ever see." The fabric around his crotch was beginning to tent under my gaze. "Doesn't look like we have to blow your brains out today, boy." He gave me a smile that seemed to say he had considered that an entertaining option. "Your dad would be pleased that I still have time to turn you into a man." "Oh, would he know?" "Yes. Your old man and I got up to a lot together. Might even tell you some of those stories while we're on the road." "What do you mean on the road?" "We're taking you out of the Boston QZ tonight." "What? Outside? I thought you'd just be taking me to a different cell or part of Boston." I looked up at him, shocked. I have wanted to get out of Boston for ages. I grew up in the QZ here. I was used to walking the same 30 streets, the same 1-mile stretch of beach, and two blocks of trees. "Your blood holds the potential for a cure. We're taking you to our research base out in Salt Lake City, Utah." "Fuck." "It's gonna be a long, dangerous trip, and you will have to do everything I say to get out of the QZ alive and across the whole country." "Yes...." I hesitated, "Sir." "It's a dark world out there." He knelt beside me. I felt dwarfed by him. This close, he smelled more intoxicating. "Yes." "Filled with monsters.' His fingers wrapped gingerly around my jaw, and he turned my head to meet my eyes. "Yes." "And it is my job to keep you safe. A dad's job." I looked at him once more. "You're going to take me to Utah." I could drown in his eyes. "You, me, and a squad of my best guards." "Ughh," I said. A whole squad. All those burly men out in the woods. Protecting me. "Men I trust." "Yes." "The road will be hard. And long." "Okay," I said breathlessly. He was still holding my face. I prayed he'd never let it go. "If I am taking you out of the QZ, I need to know that you will do anything and everything I ask without question." "Yes." "Everything." "Yes." "No matter how absurd or crazy or scary it sounds." "Yes, sir." We stared at each other for a long moment. He pulled me by my jaw until my mouth was just a hair's-breadth away from his crotch. I didn't resist. Every part of me felt like it was on fire. "Get used to this smell." He said. "This is the smell of the man who will protect you." I felt a full-bodied shutter shake its way through me. "Breath it in, boy." I greedily drank down the scent: musky and earthy. "Good Boy, I'll keep you safe." He thrust me into his crotch. I have never felt more at home than at that moment. No one had ever treated me like this, just take control. His other hand reached around and slapped my ass once more. I yelped in surprise. "We start your training now. In the wild, you need to be able to keep going, even when you are in pain, without making any noise." He slapped my ass, I yelped once more. "Try harder. You must find a way to keep yourself quiet, or you'll get killed." Slap. "Or worse. Your squad mates." Slap. "Do whatever you need to stop yourself from screaming." SLAP I looked up at him. I expected his face to be angry. He looked expectant. "Shove something in your mouth if you have to." I found my hands on his thighs. I fumbled to his belt without breaking eye contact and undid the strap. "Many infected can't see; they use echolocation to find their prey." He gave an audible sigh as I put my hands on either side of his hips and pulled the pants down over the crest of his ass. He adjusted himself, and there it was. His cock, straining against the fabric of his tight tented white briefs. "That's right." I leaned forward and licked the outline of his dick. I could smell his piss. I looked back up at him as he reached behind me and slapped me thrice. "Do it for the squad." SLAPPP He just grinned. "Gag yourself." With shaking hands, I pulled the waistband of his underwear down and freed his cock. It was beautiful, cut, and starting to swell. His dick had a thick mushroom head in a sea of dense pubes. I reached out and licked the tip of his cock. "Ummmmmmm." He moaned above me. I licked the tip once more. Probing my tongue into his big piss split. His dick continued to grow. It was easily ten inches and as thick as my wrist. "Fuck." I said, adjusting myself so I could more easily get his cock into my mouth. I felt it swell within me as I slid my lips down his shaft. This close, the smell was overpowering. Sweat and piss and the stretch of man musk. I felt my hole quiver again. I pushed my lips down his cock further, trying to take more into my mouth. I was nowhere near the base when his dick hit the back of my throat, and I gagged--heaving on his manhood. But I was determined to take more. Max had a big cock easily 7 inches, and I had practiced on his, but this was stretching me. His dick tasted like home. I took one hand off the floor and adjusted my own cock. It was swelling in my hands. He must have noticed me touching myself because suddenly he let out a chiding tsk sound. "Focus on Dad," he said. I immediately took my hand off my own cock and brought it up to fondle his balls. But hearing him call himself Dad almost made me shoot my load of boy cum right then. I'd longed for paternal approval my whole life, and now it was in front of me. I wanted nothing more than to build a sacred bond with an older guy. To be taught how to be a man by him. To be used by him. "Good Boy." I kept playing with his balls, squeezing the big balls towards me while one of his hands found its way back onto my head and pushed me down further on his dick. "You've done this before, cocksucker," he said. "Your dad would be proud." Before his other hand reached back and slapped my ass again hard, I barely made a noise this time. "Good boy, you learn too." still keeping his hand on the back of my head, he began to pump his cock into my mouth. I squirmed under the pressure, trying to fight back to get a chance to breathe, but he wouldn't let me. Over and over, he thrust himself into my throat. Every time I gaged, he just fucked my throat harder. Suddenly it pushed past something, and I sank to the hilt. I felt like my mouth would burst. My eyes began watering, and I thought my ears would pop. I let go of his balls and tried to push myself off his legs, but all my hands found was hard muscle. He just laughed and grabbed both of my hands with his right arm. Holding them above my head while he pushed my head down even harder with the left. My vision began to swim, and I felt my own cock begin to leak pre-cum. I couldn't believe how much this was turning me on. How much I wanted to be abused like this. Fucked and opened by a real man. Not some 18-year-old cadet, but a fucking god. Right before I felt like I would pass out, he pulled my head clean off his dick, spit trailing between my mouth and his cock. He held me there by my hair and my hands. Nearly pulling me off the floor. I scrambled to try and stand, and he just let me go. I tumbled to the floor and let out a whimper. I looked up at him, and his face split into a devilish grin. He slapped me across the face. The stunned blow made my ears ring. Then he shoved his right hand into my mouth. I felt my eyes begin to water as his hand pushed as deep as his dick had been in me. His eyes flared with a look I had never seen before, and from the corner of my eye, I saw his dick quiver. "Maybe taking you to Utah won't be so bad. Spit on my hand, boy." I did. He pulled his hand from my throat, and before I could even say anything, he shoved me back down on his cock. With his spit-covered hand, he pulled down the shreds of my underwear and began teasing my asshole. It felt so good. I moaned as I worked myself up and down on his cock. My mouth was stretching itself, trying to accommodate him. "I'm gonna fuck you in front of the squad every night. Show them how to make a boy into a man." I moaned again as he slipped a finger into my hole. "Have you taken off my combat boots every evening and give them a spit shine before I use you." He pushed his finger deeper into me. They were so thick. He curled them towards my prostate and began rubbing it with his finger. The sensations were overwhelming. I began sweating and mumbling. The cold air on my nips, the cock at the back of my throat, the fingers inside me. I was overstimulated. I shuttered, and he laughed as he pulled his finger from my hole. I felt vacant, empty. I pulled my head off his cock to look up at him with pleading eyes as he shoved two fingers into me. I let out a shocked gasp. I felt it all the way down in my balls. "Nice and tight. I love virgin boy pussy. Shame that my guys and I are gonna ruin it." "Yes, sir." I whimpered as I looked up into his eyes. "You want that boy? To be used and abused by me and my men," I nodded. "Let me hear you say it." "Yes, sir." "Yes sir, what?" "I want you to ruin me, sir." "Good boy. Letting all the dads have a piece of your ass." He shoved his cock back into my mouth and began thrusting away. Pulling me deeper onto his cock with the fingers that were in my ass. My own dick was throbbing. I balanced on my right arm and reached back with my left, beginning to jerk my own dick off once more. It felt so good to touch my cock while pleasuring a man. Suddenly he pulled me off his cock and slapped me again across the face. The pain erupted through me alongside the feelings of bliss and belonging. This was what I needed from a man. "Didn't I say you couldn't touch yourself?" "Yes, sir." "This isn't about you. This is about me." "Yes, sir." "Do you need to be punished?" "No, sir." "Good because I don't want to punish right now I want to fuck." I moaned loudly. "The world outside of the QZ is no place for a boy, so I will have to make you a man before we leave. Fill you with man spunk" "Yes, Sir, please, Sir." my hole was going to be ruined by his throbbing cock. One look was all I needed to know; there was no way his cock wouldn't hurt. I had heard some of the other cadets talking about it. They said I just had to relax and breathe, but no part of me was relaxed at all. My heart was beating a billion times a second. "Show me your fucking hole." His eyes flared with desire. I hurriedly turned around. Shuffling on my knees so my ass was facing him once more. He put a hand on the small of my back and pushed me down into the floor. I had no idea if I could take it. I looked around for something to shove into my mouth if I started screaming, but there wasn't anything. "Arch your back like a fucking whore." he said. I had no idea what he meant, but I tried. "Better baby." I melted as he said that. "Such a pretty hole scar and all." He slapped me again. This time I kept my yelp inside. Then I felt him grab his dick and slap it a few times against my hole. I shuttered. "Take a breath, boy." I did. "Now let it out, and open your hole for me." I tried. His cock pressed against my hole; I felt him spit on his dick. The sound of spit landing on me made my hole quiver. He rubbed the head of his dick in the spit and continued teasing me with it. "The things I'm gonna teach you, boy." He mumbled as his cock started pushing into me. I moaned and yelped at the same time, pulling myself away. It hurt. He reached up with one hand on my shoulder and held me there. "Don't fight me faggot, submit." How long had I wanted this? Wanted a man to open me up and explore my guts with his dick. "Can you do that for Daddy?" "You really want to be my daddy?" I moaned, looking up at him. "Yes, baby. Share in the sacred bond of cock worshiping with my son." I nearly orgasmed when he said that. The moan I let out was long and deep. I could do this. Give myself to this stud. I was ready. Ready for my life to change, to become a man. "That's it, baby, bloom that hole for your daddy." His cock pressed against my hole once more, and I let out a breath as his dick started to enter me. Sweat erupted all over me. I began to shake as the first inch of his cock, slid into me, opening my virgin hole. "Oh, babbbbbby." He moaned. And then the shots rang out. Three in quick succession. "FUCK." he yelled. The gunfire wasn't coming from the streets. It sounded like it was down the hall. "Stay here." In a second, he was up. My hole felt empty, and it hadn't even been filled. Not really. As I felt him jump up. I saw him shoving his dick in his pants and buttoning them up. In one fluid motion, he found his way to the wall and grabbed the shotgun before approaching the door. He looked back at me. "Don't make a fucking sound." He tossed me a key from his pocket. "Hide in the fucking closet." With that, he cracked the door and slid into the hall, closing it behind him. I undid my ankle lock and heard his shotgun echo all around me. I went to the closet and slipped inside as quickly as I could, praying that Martin would be the one to find me.