Dmitri put his glass down. “Can I ask you something?” “Da?” Nik replies. Dmitri glances around. “I’ve heard a rumor. A rumor about you.” “A rumor?” “Yeah. A rumor. I heard you’re can be a bit of a faggot.” ”Why does that matter to you?” ”I’m curious. I like to know what kind of company I keep. And I’m guess you are, cause you’re not denying it.” Nik stares cooly at Dmitri across the table. “Do you want to know why I am so successful?” Dmitri shrugs. “Sure.” “You said the other day that you’re impressed how I have a man for everything. My secret is my approach to success. There is a hierarchy to men, and men like to feel they are at the top. The best way to do that is to suck their cock or let them fuck you. And I happen to enjoy that. Most men like to give, but not receive. I have a gift and I use it to the most of my potential.”
Dmitri looks surprised. “That’s an interesting approach. You are right, I can’t imagine letting any man do that to me. But damn if you’re not right about the other part too, there are definitely some guys I would force to their knees and make them suck my cock out of a sign of respect.” “But once they do that, and you’ve put them in their place, you feel satisfied that your network is aligned properly yes?” “Perhaps.” “If you enjoy it, maybe you want their company more and more. A beneficial network is formed. They take care of you, maybe you take care of them one day.” Dmitri contemplates this and nods. “Da, da. So you only do stuff with guys if it’s a power move for you?” “Mmnn. I’m not opposed to do it for fun, but only under some circumstances.” “Oh, and what are those circumstances?” Nik smirks and raises his glass. “Alcohol helps. Good company. A big bulge.” He bumps Dmitri’s foot under the table.
Dmitri smirks back. He takes his wallet out and leaves some bills on the table. “Let’s go back to my boat. I want to sunbathe in a bit.” “Do you wear any clothes when you do that?” “Nyet.” Nik downs the last drops from his glass and sets it on his plate upside down. “Let’s go.”
“Hmmm, yeah I guess it’s fine. If you want to suck my cock go ahead.” He flips back his bathrobe. “Funny. I thought you grew out of this. Guess not. Guess you’ll suck anything won’t you? Man, what would mom and dad say, knowing they have a cockslut for a son.” He snickers. “That was a dirty look you shot me. Fine, I’ll stop talking.” He sips his coffee. “Woah!” he gasps. “Since when did you learn how to deep throat? Fuck you went off to get your Masters and instead got good at this instead huh.” He leans his head back on the chair and half closes his eyes. “Mmnn. Fuck. Actually, I’m going to keep this secret of having a cockslut for a brother to myself.”
When you finally catch the team assistant stealing underwear and jockstraps out of your lockers, you two discipline him in your own way. Then you each take a turn to fuck him, cementing his position as team fag since he clearly wants it so badly. Coach is big on clearly defined roles on the team – everyone is supposed to focus only on doing their part and excelling at it. Insufficient performance means a weak team. The lesson must be taught.
“Heh. That’s funny. You think it’s optional. It’s not. I am gonna fix that little stuck-up attitude of yours, and you’re gonna thank me in the end for flogging your pretty ass. You’re going to be a lot happier after I put you back in your place, so you don’t have to constantly be compensating for being out of it.”
Mikhail had purchased Boris off the black market as a personal attendant – someone to keep his room, warm his bed, and act as the entertainment for him and his guests. Boris took orders well, and he seemed to adjust appropriately to his new position. But as winter warmed into summer, Boris began to wilt. Mikhail was concerned. It wasn’t a lack of things to do or thinks to stimulate his mind.
Boris enjoyed liked parties, he enjoyed lovemaking, he was good at the work he did, he spent his free time reading in the garden – but something was wrong. Boris refused to say anything was wrong. His family had been torn by debt and crime; the money Boris brought on the black market had helped his mother get an apartment. He didn’t want to seem ungrateful.
But Mikhail persisted. He waited until Boris was softened by particularly long session of sex to try to pry him open. Boris finally admitted he missed his brother – and to Mikhail’s shock, Boris began to cry. His father had sold both boys to pay off the debts to loansharks, something not unheard of for a poor family in a poor post-Soviet country. The boys had been separated. Boris assumed they would stay in contact somehow, but it was too hard. Boris was just so worried about his brother, Alexei.
It took Mikhail two months to track down where Alexei went. He was working in factory processing and packing drugs. The men were just indentured labor there. Basically meat. Meat had a price. Mikhail negotiated, closed the deal in a day, and sent his driver to go pick Alexei up. Alexei was bewildered when he stumbled out into the daylight to see a Mercedes waiting for him.
Of course, this was a surprise, and Boris’s reaction to Alexei’s arrival made everyone cry.
Boris bloomed overnight. Mikhail was almost bewildered by the change. Boris was full of energy, all smiles, lots of jokes and laughter. He was so eager to please and do whatever Mikhail asked, and then some. Instead of languishing around the home, or garden for hours, Boris went on long walks and swims in the river. Mikhail’s well-heeled friends were bemused by Mikhail’s attention over his boy and how delighted he was to make him happy. Why are you treating your boy like your boyfriend? they would say with a chuckle. After all, they’re only meat.
One day, Mikhail was the last one awake on a late summer evening. Boris was asleep, attached to his side; Alexei was splayed out in bed next to his wife. They had made love all evening. He watched the curtains blow in the wind. A boy for him, a boy for his wife. It had worked out so well. Mikhail felt a bit sorry for his friends. No doubt they were not utilizing the full potential of their “meat”. What fools. Bringing Boris and Alexei home was the best investment he’d ever made.
Valentin removed the tray from his Master’s room. He was deep in a writing streak, and Valentin was just relieved he got him to eat. A red glow pulled his attention to the right, where a dark shape was floating in the back corridor. “Asmodeous, if you’re going to haunt over there, can you please unscrew the light bulb above you? It went out this morning.” A throaty growl came from the corridor. “Thank you.” This was a big house, and Valentin was happy to have some extra help even if it probably was from another dimension. Valentin went downstairs to the kitchen to drop the tray. After getting a new light bulb, he came back upstairs. Asmodeous had vanished, but the old light bulb was on the floor. The houseboy picked it up. The whole inside of the light bulb was black with an oily tint, like squid ink had exploded in there. There was an odd, burnt smell. Valentin looked around the empty corridor. “Asmodeous are you the reason this light bulb went out?” From somewhere, there was a throaty chuckle. Valentin turned around but no one was there. “Very funny. This is nice artwork, but please do not destroy our light bulbs.” He set the new one on the floor. “Please screw this one back in gently. If you do, I’ll leave some bones for you in the kitchen fireplace later.” A deep, bass like hum vibrated through the floor. Valentin
had to resist calling him good boy. “Thank you.” He shook his head and walked back to the kitchen to catch up on the cleaning. What a weird job it is being a houseboy here. They certainly didn’t cover this in the Academy!
When Valentin came to bring Master tea later, Valentin noticed the new light bulb was in place and shining as it should. The Master of the House sipped his tea. “Did I hear you talking to someone in the hallway earlier?” “Oh? You did. One of your resident spectres thinks it’s funny to mess with our light bulbs apparently.” The Master of the House raised an eyebrow. “The house isn’t really haunted you know, right? It just makes a lot of noises and the trees make a lot of shadows. City boys just don’t understand.” Valentin stared at him. “Right, Sir.” “Surprised you haven’t run off, to be honest. Like the last two. I love the quality of houseboy that the Academy provides, but they’re all city boys,” he lamented. “Fear not Sir. I’m not scared at all. I quite like it here, and I am feeling I am making a home here. The Master of the House smiled. “Wonderful. I’m pleased to hear they sent a boy with skill, sense, and a nice ass. Beginning to think it wasn’t possible.” Valentin refilled his teacup from the pot. “I’m pleased you are enjoying my service.” He bowed and left the Master of the House to finish writing for the evening.
When Valentin went downstairs, he discovered all the lights were off. “You turn these back on right now!” he stomped his foot and put his hands on his hips. Manic cackling wafted down the staircase. The lights turned back on, flooding the parlor and entry hall in a warm glow. “I’m going to leave you fish bones instead of venison bones if you keep this up,” Valentin warned. He was astonished to hear Asmodeous make a incorporeal noise that sounded a lot like a whine. Who knew specres from other dimensions were basically shadow pups?
“Daddy I’m having a crisis,” Dillon emoted to his phone. ”What’s a matter sweetheart?” ”I cannot figure out what to wear to the Pride parade. It’s going to be warm, so I’m just not sure what’s going to be a good fit and be comfortable to sweat in. Cause you know we’re dancing afterwards.” “Hell yeah we are. Is there one piece at all you’re thinking about?” “Um I got the underwear that’s it?” “Show me?” Dillon walked over to the mirror and held up the phone so he was Facetiming his reflection to Trevor. “Oh fuck,” he sighed. “You’re wearing the pink ones I got you.” Dillon smiled demurely. “Thought you’d like that. Felt festive.” Trevor studied the screen. “Fuck it. That’s all you’re wearing.” “Yeah, that’s all I picked out,” Dillon said. “No, I mean, that’s all I’m allowing you to wear. You’re going just like that. You looking perfect.” There was a pause as that sank in. “In my UNDERWEAR?” “Yep. No different than being at the beach or the pool and that’s in public right?” Trevor said. Dillon tried to stammer out a reply. “We’ll keep some clothes in the car if you want to cover up. I’ll slather you in sunscreen, you’ll get a nice tan. We can put some glitter on your pecs.” Dillon could see Trevor was enjoying this. “I mean, if you think so…” Trevor suddenly laughed. “Oh my god.” “What?” “My niece went as a fairy for Halloween last year. I’m going to ask my sister if she still has the wings. So you-” he was having trouble talking he was laughing so hard. “So you can be Twinkerbell.” Dillon cackled. “Twinkerbell? Oh my god.” Trevor wiped tears out of his eyes. “Yes. With pretty pink wings and a glitter and a wand.” “Fucking hell. That’s both evil and brilliant. I’m kind of hating how much I’m loving this idea though…Twinkerbell. How do you come up with these things?” “I have no idea. But we are covering you in glitter.” “I love glitter.” “I know that, because I find it everywhere.”
Dillon sat on the bed. “It’s like little bits of my love stick to you all over.” “Awww. God I love you so much.” “I love you too.” “Not more than me. I’m gonna go call my sister, but I’m serious. You are not putting on any more clothes. Except shoes and socks. Do you have pink socks?” Dillon scoffed. “Of course I do.” “Good. Wear those.” “Yes Daddy.”
Zane heard the “house heels” coming down the hallway, which was really a pair of his mom’s old pumps. His attention was drawn from the stove to Michael filling the kitchen doorway in a six foot flourish of satin and faux fur. The light pink robe swished over his black corset and lace shorts as Michael raised his arm and grabbed the doorframe. He struck a pose. “It. Is. Priiiide! Today is pride! “Everyone’s going outside. we’re going out, we’re being seen, they need to know that I’m a queen. We’re gonna get drunk, and look at dicks, All the kinds, just take your pick. It’s a celebration of the gay, so everyone move out of the way, for PRIIIIIIIIIIDE!” Michael made a flourish with his hand to punctuate that.
Zane blinked. “You’re feeling yourself this morning. One egg or two?” “Is that french bread I see?” “Yes.” “One egg daaaahhling.” Michael tossed his hair. “Am I beautiful?” “Exceptionally. Beautiful as your singing.” “Dahling, I love you. I’m going to go finish getting dressed. I feel like I’m forgetting something.” Zane cracked an egg against the side of the pan. “Did you put your cock ring on?” “Oh, kittens!” Michael tsked at himself. “Thank you dahling.” His vanished from the doorway and his heels echoed down the hallway.
Zane was checking on the bacon in the oven when he heard a hysterical cry from the bedroom. “AUGH it’s COLD!” Zane couldn’t help but laugh. “Did you forget to warm the cock ring?” he called back. “YES!” “Well at least you’re awake!” “Horrendous!”
Zane noticed a text message on his phone. “Are you guys running on time?” their friend Tony asked. Zane did a voice text back. “Uh about twenty minutes behind. About to put breakfast on the table.” “Twenty minutes huh? Sooo how much of a handful is Michael this morning?” “He’s both hands full,” Zane sent back. “He’s broken into song already.” Tony texted him a bunch of laughing emojis. “I guess we’re no better. We fucked and now we’re listening to Madonna.” “Is this the new boy from Modesto? He stayed the night?” “He diiiiiid. He’s very excited for his first big Pride in Los Angeles. He’s very cute.” Tony texted back. “Did you warn him about Michael?” “He’s been briefed that Michael is a lot of person.” “Good.” Zane snickered to himself as he plated breakfast. God, he loved his man, but being Michael’s man meant being a shield between Michael and the rest of the world. He exuded enough personality for two people – but it also meant he loved and cared for people twice as hard. So Michael had also had to be protected so feelings didn’t get hurt. But Zane loved that role. He often thought of himself as the bemused, human attendee to an immortal faerie from some other fantastical realm who is trying really hard to fit in with the humans. It was really the only explanation for why Michal was the way he was.
“Do I need to wear a thong or is it ok that you can see my dick through these lace shorts?” Michael asked from down the hall. Zane pinched his nose. “You need to cover your cock in public, sweetheart, even though it’s Pride” “Ah, kittens. I’ll put the thong back on.” “Breakfast is ready by the way!” “Coming! One sec.
The sound of the heels returned a moment later and Michael bloomed into the room. "I am decent!” “My god, you are. The leather top piece with the corset was a hot choice. Fuck. I need to cover you in oil.” “Whatever for?” Michael asked. “So the boys glide right off of you instead of stick to you all night long.” “Oh kitten, you are so sweet. You are fucking me in this later so you’re aware.” “Oh, I’m aware.” “Good. Cause this corset is too much work to take off by myself.” Michael picked up a piece of warm, soft buttered bread and moaned as he bit into it. “Oh my god why is eating carbs so wrong!” “It’s not wrong. Besides it’s Pride, and you’ll need your energy, so eat up. There’s more bac-” Michael flung his arms out. “It. Is. Priiiiide. Everyone’s going outside-” Zane swatted him on the ass. “Eat your breakfast, you little minx.” Michael dissolved into giggles and sat down with a sweep of the robe. “Yes dahling, of course. Oh you made darjeeling, dahling you know me so well!” Zane kissed the top of his head. “Yes, yes I do.”
“Dude,” Mark hissed, “You got a hell of boner on this train!” Jax glanced down, then quickly covered it with his hand. “Fuck, I hate these stupid boners. I’m not a teenager anymore, I shouldn’t still be getting random boners any time I see a hot guy!” he whispered back as loud as he dared. “Guess you just have a high sex drive.” Jax made a noise of annoyance. “Hate this,” he muttered. “I was late this morning for class cause I had morning wood too.” Mark considered his friend. “I’m taking you with me when I go see Parov later.” “I don’t need the help of Perv-ov,” Jax retorted. Mark glowered at him. “Don’t be an ass. He’s not a perv, he’s very experienced and skilled. Being in chastity is amazing, Jax. You’d really benefit from it. I mean look at me, I’m like constantly horny, but I never have to worry about boners on trains.” Jax looked at Mark’s unremarkable bulge. “Yeah but you can’t jerk off…”
Mark shrugged. “Honestly? I don’t miss it that much. Being horny all the time is doing great things for my self esteem, I’m more confident, flirting. Plus now I canexperiment with some really fun toys without losing interest.” “What is this, an MLM? A Multi level Masturbation ban?” “Jax I’m serious. Chasity is a journey. And I do come sometimes, and when I do it nearly makes me black out.” “You’re exaggerating.” “I’m not. It’s amazing. Ever heard of headspace? It’s like best thing ever during sex.” “Does it have to do with giving head?” Mark gave him a pity look. “Parov is going to have more to teach you than me. I know he has an extra sleeve you can use, so we’ll start with that.” Jax looked unsure. “Just try it out.” “Maybe,” Jax muttered. He glanced down. “At least it’s going away now.”
When they get off the train at the stop for their university, Jax was horrified to run smack into his crush with half a boner – who judging by his gaze during their brief chat in passing definitely noticed. “Oh fuck, he totally could tell!” Jax whined. “And now I’m getting hard again!” Mark just laughed. “You are coming with me to get locked. Period.” Jax just groaned. “Stupid boners!” “What do you think that guy – what’s his name?” “Troy.” “What do you think Troy would want to see more? You with raging boners you can’t control cause anyone with a cock and a pulse makes you hard? or you locked up and straining for him, your body to do with as he pleases?” Jax swallowed. “That’s quite a situation to picture yourself in.” “You can’t deny it’s hot.” “Not sure if it’s me though…” “Is raging boners you?” Mark asked. “No,” Jax insisted. “Then we’re going to see Parov.” Jax thought about Troy’s look of disgust and found it hard to argue. Maybe he could just see him. It didn’t have mean he had to commit to anything…
Jim sighed. The sun was setting and he was hungry. He had two days to get to his new job, and like 500 miles to cover. He wasn’t a pretty blonde girl either, so Jim knew he was at a disadvantage. People could think he was aggressive, people could think he was a drug dealer or a weed grower or draft dodger. Jim considered his last option. He was probably close enough to San Francisco that it was relevant he was gay. Jim glanced at the rolling hills in the distance. But it was rural enough that it could be also dangerous to be gay. The breeze brought a chill and Jim sighed again.
He set his backpack down, unzipped his pants, and pushed them down enough to show off his butt. He had been working as a tree planter and his body was toned from summer work. His jeans were a tad too fitted, but maybe it would work to his advantage. Maybe. Jim also raised his thumb to signify he needed a ride.
A car drove past. Another. His arm was tiring quicker now. God, was this lowest moment? His stomach grumbled. Jim debated if the time he gave a blowjob in exchange for dinner was the lowest moment. But that guy was hot, even though he was married, and Jim had enjoyed sucking him off; and the grilled steak was worth it too. But that was in the woods near a campsite. This was on a public road. A pick up truck went by. No, this was probably dumb. There could be children in these cars.
Jim decided this was definitely dumb. Another car went by. He put his hands on his waistband and went to pull up his pants. But the car ahead of him pulled onto the shoulder and slowed down. Jim froze, pants pulled up but not buttoned. A man got out of the car. The man walked up until he was in shouting distance. Bit of a lumberjack type, full beard, flannel shirt. “Need a ride?” Jim was so stunned he actually looked over his shoulder to see if anyone was behind him. That made the man laugh. “I ain’t talking to a deer, I’m talking to you. That’s what you were asking for right?” Jim buttoned his pants. “Y-yeah,” he stammered, “I just can’t believe it worked.” The man laughed again. He had a big smile and great teeth. “Oh it worked. Not every day you see a moon during the day. Where you headed?” Jim blushed again. “North as possible. I got a forestry job over the winter at Olympia National Forest, and need to get to Tacoma.” “Well ya lucky bastard, I’m going to my parent’s place north of Seattle, in Bellingham.” “Are you serious?” “Sure am. They’re selling their home and downsizing, and I’m coming to help and take a bunch of our family stuff back home with me. Would love some company. Someone to share a hotel room with, really.” “I can pay a little bit to help with that,” Jim said eagerly. The lumberjack waved. “I don’t want your money. I want to see what you look like with your jeans off.” Jim’s eyebrows went up. “Then I’ll take em off before I get in your car if it means you’ll get me to Washington.” The man grinned wider. “I would enjoy that, but let’s wait until it’s dark.” They introduced themselves as Jim and Frank, shook hands, and walked back to Frank’s car together.
“Oh one sec,” Frank said before he walked over to the driver’s side of his car. He unzipped his pants. “Don’t mind if I pee real fast do you?” “Oh not all,” Jim said. The lumberjack pulled himself out; he wasn’t wearing underwear. Jim couldn’t tear his eyes away. What an absolutely stud he was, uncut and hairy too. “You ain’t worried about getting stuff caught in the zipper?” Jim asked. “Oh not at all. I ain’t been wearing underwear for a long time,” the lumberjack smirked as he buttoned his pants and walked around to the driver’s side door. “Oh.” Was all Jim could think to say as he got into the passenger side. He was turned on, hungry, and finding it hard to think. 500 miles didn’t seem like enough of a distance all of a sudden.
