First things first, sorry I missed my regular posting time yesterday–I thought I had a post queued up, but I apparently didn’t. So instead, here’s some better news! I broke $300 dollars on Patreon yesterday, which means that starting in February I’ll be increasing to four posts a week, on Monday, Tuesday, Thursday and Friday. In addition, before this month is over, I’ll have my first Patreon exclusive story up over there–and it’s a sizable one to make up for the fact that I had nothing for December (blame Christmas). Anyone who donates $5 or more a month will be able to see it, even if you donate after I post it. If you’d like to help out, you can become a patron here: https://www.patreon.com/wesleybracken. Thanks again for all of your support, and here’s a sample from the story, about three young men who have a run in with the wrong side of Pigtown (then again, is there even a right side to Pigtown?)
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The doorbell chimed again, but they could fucking wait a minute. Caleb pumped the dumbbell again, his bicep twitching, then again, nearly at exhaustion, one final time, fighting for it, pulling it up, and then let it drop. The doorbell, then a knock. He shook out his arm, and then went to the door, opened it, and found his two friends, Mark and Nate, on the door step. “What the hell guys? You were supposed to be here hours ago. It’s like, ten already, what the hell?”
Mark took a long draw off the cigar he had shoved in his mouth, blew it out, and then glanced over at Nate, who was grinning similarly.
“And where’s the fuckin’ beer? You said you were gonna bring some. This night’s gonna be a fuckin’ bore without booze, and my parents come back tomorrow.”
In response, Mark grabbed the neck of Caleb’s shirt and shoved him inside the house. He stumbled back, caught one leg on the side of a table by the door and tumbled down onto the floor. Mark and Nate stepped inside, Mark locking the door behind them, Nate kneeling down on the ground next to Caleb. “Sorry we’re so late boy, but we got caught up at the…the bar is all. Had to…get changed before we came over.”
Looking at them now, in the light, he realized that his two friends looked different. For one thing, they were dressed head to toe in leather gear that looked like something that would be found on some leather queen faggot. They looked bigger too–older. Neither of his friends had been able to grow a beard the day before, but now they both had facial hair around those huge cigars each of them were smoking. “Look, what…whatever. But did you bring the booze or not?”
“Oh no, I think we’re goin’ out tonight, boy,” Nate said, and when Caleb tried to sit up, he straddled his chest and pinned his arms down. “Come on Mark, fucking put it on him!”
Caleb struggled, but as he did, he realized he could feel something pressing into his chest–Nate’s cock was getting hard. Was he a fucking faggot? He was so distracted by the thought that he didn’t notice Mark come around behind him, kneel down, wrap a thick band of leather around his throat, and lock it shut. Caleb immediately stopped struggling, his breathing slow and steady, his eyes glazed and distant. “Hey…hey! Boy!” Nate said, and slapped Caleb’s face with one gloved hand.
“Y–Yes sir…sorry sir…” Caleb mumbled.
“He’s fucking out of it, I can’t believe it fucking worked!” Mark said.
“Won’t know it really worked until we really test it,” Nate said, unzipped his fly, and let his hard cock flop out onto Caleb’s chest. At the sight of Master Nate’s cock, Caleb felt his mouth grow a bit dry, and he licked his lips, his own cock hardening in his jeans.
“Hungry boy?”
“Yes…yes sir…”
Nate scooted up, until the head was right at Caleb’s lips. His enslaved friend stuck out his tongue and lapped the drop of precum from the slit, then raised his head up and took as much as he could in his mouth, groaning.
“Look at that fucking slut go!”
“Just like Sir said.”
“Should we take him back now?”
Nah,” Nate said, wrapping one hand around the back of Mark’s neck, pulling his face closer, “I say we enjoy him for a bit. We’ve got until midnight, right?”
Mark took a long draw off his cigar, then locked lips with Nate, both of them sharing the smoke. Nate had his entire cock buried down his friend’s throat–no, not his friend, the fucking slave. Fuck yeah, the slave’s throat. As he thrust, he unzipped Mark’s fly and pulled out his cock–it was even bigger than it had been at the bar, it felt like every drag off these cigars was turning them into the men they were meant to be. “Come on man, let’s double team this bitch.”
Nate pulled out, and they had a brief fight over who got the privilege of seeding their slave’s ass first. Mark ended up punching Nate in the face, breaking his nose in the process, and he conceded the privilege. They ordered Caleb onto all fours, and Nate kept raping his throat, more viciously now, nursing his aching, bloody nose. Mark lubed his fingers with some spit and started working them into Caleb’s hole. He didn’t know how he knew, but he was able to simply relax, not fight the invasion. After all, his hole was meant to be fucked, right? Caleb tried to push back, but the collar was too strong, and when Mark finally slid his cock in, he pushed back, eager to be filled, eager to be of service.
Nate finished first, feeding the slave his load deep in his throat, then pulled out and went into the kitchen to clean up his bloody face. A few minutes later, he came back in and found Mark still fucking away.
“Would you finish up already? We gotta get him back there by midnight.”
“We got plenty of time, hold your fuckin’ horses.”
“You just can’t finish is your problem.”
Mark hauled his cock out, stood up and stalked over to Nate, “You want a fucking black eye to go with that crooked nose?”
“All I know is that was a cheap fuckin’ shot and you know it.”
They stared at each other for a few moments, but it wasn’t long before their tongues were down each other’s smoky throats, Mark cumming on the front of Nate’s leather uniform, and he ordered Caleb to crawl over and lick it clean. Then, they all left, Caleb on the floor of the passenger side, sucking on Nate’s balls while Mark drove into town, parked out back behind Pigtown, and they all slipped in the back just before midnight.
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