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The Acts of the Apostles

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By *rgeo OP   Man
7 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

He had a dark head of hair, with dark beard and moustache. His teeth gleamed white when he smiled. His lips were rich and full. His eyes dark as his hair. He had a puggy little nose that looked very attractive, made him seem younger than his twenty years. A hairy body, with the hairiness fading away as you looked down his frame, inspecting the firmness of his arms and legs, with a slightly pudgy belly. His shorts hid a promising bulge, surely it had twitched a couple of times while he stood there.

"Name?"

"Mark, Sir," he replied.

"Turn around."

His back was smooth, his shoulders broad and his buttocks pert. He was a lovely specimen of manhood. His feet were probably a size ten or eleven.

"Bend down and touch your toes."

His bottom stuck out, appealingly, almost begging for attention. This was an excellent beginning.

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By *ich65Man
7 weeks ago

Chorley

🔥😈

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By *rgeo OP   Man
7 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

"Stand by the wall before you leave so we can get your height."

He was 5' 6" and could be described as athletic despite a little puppy fat round the middle.

"Sir," he said, "What about this?" He pointed to his package.

"Come over here, son."

He walked across the room to where I was sitting and stood in front of me. I gazed directly at his crotch and waited, keeping silent.

"Is that Boss you're wearing?" I asked.

"Yes, Sir."

"Good choice of scent. Very good. Come closer."

He stepped forward so that his body was about a foot away from me. His perfume filled my nostrils. I was about to stroke him with the back of my hand but stopped myself. My hand remained about two inches from his white cotton shorts. I looked up at him, at his white smiling teeth, his dark eyes glinting. Behind the cotton he grew visibly and the fabric shifted.

"Leave things like that to me," I said. "You have nothing to worry about in that department, I'm sure."

Yes, an excellent beginning. Four more to see this morning before lunch.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
7 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

The next lad was just an inch taller. Fair haired with a thin beard and moustache, light brown eyes. His muscular body was dotted with freckles. He was wearing light blue boxer shorts.

"Name?"

"Luke, Sir."

He sounded extremely confident. His good looks had obviously got him places already. I admired the general firmness of his body, his posture was good, and his feet looked delightful.

"What size feet?" I asked.

"Size nine, sir," he answered.

An impulse overtook me. I stood up.

"Come and sit here a minute, please," I told him. "Let's change places."

I stood to one side as he sat in my chair. Then I knelt down before him and lifted his right leg, bringing his foot to my face. I drew in one long slow breath through my nose. The smell of the sweat from between his toes sent a shockwave through me. I hardened immediately, the thing tight inside my pants. I even cho ked a little and had to cough to cover it. My head felt light and wild. I had to be careful.

"Very good, son," I said, rising to my feet.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
7 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

The third lad was the tallest so far, just over six feet. He was a red-headed guy with a trim figure, also sporting a beard and moustache. His eyes were bright blue. A cheekiness shone through them. His body was smooth except for a few light hairs around his chest and rising from his waist. He was wearing a black thong which left nothing to the imagination. I could almost taste the pheromones coming off him. Here was a highly experienced lad.

"How many men have you been with, son?" I asked, bluntly.

"This week, none, Sir. Last week, three, Sir."

"And the week before that?"

"Also three, Sir."

"The same men?" I asked.

"No, Sir, they were all different men."

I sat forward in my chair with my chin on my hands, unsure.

"Come here," I ordered, "Stand in front of me."

I sat back and surveyed him. His private parts were barely concealed. He was proud of himself, of his body, of his sex appeal, of his history with men.

"Diseases?" I asked.

"No, Sir. Only crabs, Sir," he replied.

I smiled at that. It suddenly made him quite human and fallible. With his looks, he could have anyone he wanted. Most of my staff would want him too, no doubt about that. For myself, I was still thinking about Luke. Luke had hit me where it mattered.

"Do you know what these auditions are for?" I asked him, interested to see where it might lead.

"Not really, Sir," he said.

"Take a guess. What do you think?"

"Well, Sir," he began, "I was hoping it has something to do with using my body. I like using my body, Sir."

"It is more about your body being used," I told him. "What do you think about that?"

He blinked.

"I think I would like that too, Sir," he said.

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By *uv2b4uMan
7 weeks ago

carlisle

Stirring something in my shorts reading your very well written words. Loving it.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
7 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

He was about to leave the room when I suddenly remembered that I had notes to take and called him back.

“Name, son?” I asked.

“John, Sir,” he said.

We only need a Matthew and we’ve got the full set, I thought to myself. Indeed, I was quite sure there was a Matthew on some list somewhere. He’ll also have a beard, a moustache and a mouth-watering set of genitals, I added.

The final lad that morning was a slim south asian boy, barely twenty years old. His entire body was lightly covered with hair. He too was tall. Anyway, at six feet he was taller than me. He was unlike all the others so far in that he was most visibly nervous, even shaking a little.

“Why are you here if you are so nervous,” I blurted out. I half expected him to burst out crying.

“Sir,” he said, in a soft, serious voice, “I am not sure I am the right person for this. I don’t think I am very attractive, sir.”

I shook my head. “That’s for me to decide, not you,” I told him, sternly. I wasn’t in the mood to pussy-foot around and pander to tender temperaments.

I looked him up and down. He was young, fit, handsome, in a feline sort of way very sexy. When I asked him to turn around, his firm, plump, backside was the most delicious feature of his body. I could see myself pumping away at him very comfortably. I was curious to know what lay beneath his trunks.

“Please remove your trunks and bend over, facing away from me, “ I ordered.

I wanted to run over to him and bury my face between his young cheeks, savour his smell, lick his hole and fuck him a thousand times before bedtime. Instead, I smiled and asked him to replace his trunks. Thank God it was nearly lunch time.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
7 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON


"Stirring something in my shorts reading your very well written words. Loving it. "

Thank you. Your photos and profile stir similar things here.

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By *unwithuMan
7 weeks ago

Manchester

Promising start

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By *rgeo OP   Man
7 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

“Wait!” I shouted, as he began to step through the open door. “What is your name?”

He stopped, turned and bowed towards me.

“Sarvesh, Sir,” he said.

I would look that up, I thought, to see what it means.

“Thank you, Sarvesh,” I replied, writing his name down on my pad. “We shall talk later. Enjoy your lunch.”

I was very much in need of a wank, but refrained, preferring to wait until the evening to satisfy myself. Besides, by then there would be at least another four boys to drool over and imagine myself getting to grips with. Not one of them was going to be under twenty-five. My talent scouts had done a good job, judging by the results of this morning. This was only day one and we had another full day ahead of us tomorrow.

The lads we had seen that morning had all described themselves as mainly bottom. The afternoon selection of men were going to be chiefly tops. It would be interesting to see the differences in their demeanour and bearing. John, for example, on first appearance, may have presented as a confident top guy, but underneath the surface he was a whore for cock. He had a habit of finding dirty places to have sex - old toilets, preferably - where he made himself available to almost anyone older than him. Indeed, with John, the older the better. He would travel miles to meet up with a man who was thirty or even forty years older than him. Out of them all, he had by far the most experience. He was also the oldest man, twenty-five, having been sexually active for ten years. He stank of sex. It oozed from his pores.

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By *lasgow verse 60s guyMan
7 weeks ago

Glasgow

Nice! Roll on the afternoon

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By *atchmo_Jizz!Man
7 weeks ago

Wolverhampton

An intriguing start!

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By *rgeo OP   Man
7 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

Sure enough, Matthew appeared first that afternoon. There were four young tops to audition and I saw them individually at first. Two of them were Irish, one Scottish and one Welsh. Matthew was the Welsh lad. They all had very impressive cocks, which had to remain hard throughout the course of their interviews. Matthew was the shortest and the stockiest, at 5’ 5”, a smooth hairless body, except for his neatly trimmed pubes. He had tattoos on his arms, legs, chest and back, and his nipples were pierced. Even his head was shaved, giving him a hard look. His cock dribbled a little as he stood there and answered a few questions. It was firm, tender and majestic, far bigger than it needed to be for the proportions of his body. It was like something bolted on, separate from the rest of him. He was going to be very popular.

“Are you a heavy cummer?” I asked.

He shrugged. “I think so,” he said.

“Don’t you know?” I asked, frowning.

“It’s all relative, isn’t it,” he replied. He winked at me. I held his gaze for five seconds.

“Alright, show me,” I said. “But come closer.”

I sat back in my chair, pushed out my feet and started to remove my shirt. I lay back while he stood in front of me, between my legs, rubbing his shaft with both hands. I leant forward until I could smell his musky balls and the sweat from under his arms. I ran my fingers around his engorged juicy knob and then licked my fingers. My cock strained painfully inside my pants, seeking release.

“You smell beautiful,” I told him. I nuzzled in closer, feeling his balls against my chin. By now I was down on my knees, unable to help myself. I put both my hands around the shaft and worked them up and down, adding some of my own saliva to it as I sucked on the tip. We were both murmuring contentedly.

“I’m quite close,” he groaned.

I sat back on the chair and stretched out my body, my legs and feet taut with expectation. He moved in and wanked furiously over my bare chest. On his face a look of hard determination. I opened my mouth and waited. A spurt of white cum shot into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. Then another. Then another. His final shot missed my mouth and hit me in the eyes. He grunted. I let the spunk dribble out of my mouth and down onto my chest. I also swallowed some and it tasted good. With my hands around his buttocks, I pulled him towards me and carefully, gently, cleaned him with my tongue. He moaned and twitched. His hardness had gone. He knelt down and kissed me, putting his tongue into my mouth so that he could find and taste his own cum. He looked into my eyes with a softer smile.

“Now we know,” I said.

I wiped myself down with a clean towel. I would need a couple more fresh towels if this was just the start of the afternoon.

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By *utdrguyMan
7 weeks ago

south devon

Wow !- another hot and intriguing tale !

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By *rgeo OP   Man
7 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

And so The Apostles Club came into being. It was a small, tight concern to begin with. We had a dozen men, a mix of tops and bottoms, who would happily play with guests. The subscription rate was tiered. The standard subscription gave entry to the club and free use of the facilities. Members were of course free to play with one another as they wished. We had a bar lounge, a small cinema room, a hot tub, a large comfortable playroom with a few toys included, and six smaller private cubicles. Everything was all on one floor, though you had to climb a set of stairs to get to it.

A silver subscription cost more but gave you limited access to one of the Apostles. This allowed an hour's play session either in a private cubicle or in a public area.

A gold subscription gave the lucky member unlimited access to all the Apostles. It was these subscriptions that kept the club going long-term.

Depending on the day of the week, there were usually about eight Apostles on duty. Sometimes they had to do other jobs behind the scenes, like cleaning and the ordering of supplies. Weekends were always busy and we tried to get all twelve of them there for those two days.

Also, on special occasions, two or more of the Apostles would put on their own show for guests, usually in the cinema room. At first, we would turn off the video projection while they fucked. Eventually, we kept the films running. It was much hotter that way.

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By *orfyMan
7 weeks ago

North Norfolk

Great read, please continue

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By *nt2Man
7 weeks ago

wsm

Great story please carry on

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By *uv2b4uMan
7 weeks ago

carlisle

Dripping here ....

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By *lasgow verse 60s guyMan
7 weeks ago

Glasgow

NICE!

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By *rgeo OP   Man
7 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

As the club grew in reputation and popularity, it was necessary to offer more facilities. We managed to expand into the floor below and were able to hold special fetish nights in what we then called our dungeon. It was really on the ground floor, but access to it was via a separate spiral staircase from the lounge on the first floor, so it always had a subterranean feel to it.

The boys started to wear discreet accessories that gave a clue to what they might offer our clientele. The bottoms wore leather collars with metal studs. The top guys wore smart jackets with military insignia. The truly versatile guys always wore an expensive silver watch.

Slowly, older guys joined the group and by the end of the first year the Apostles had doubled in number. Mark 2 and Thomas were the first of these. Mark 2 was also known as The Wolf because of his fabulous body hair. These guys were nearer forty than twenty but fitted in really well. More about them later, a lot more.

And then there were the special themed events, like the Roman auction, where the bottom boys were chained together and each one sold to the highest bidder. They were made to stand in nothing but their shorts, facing the wall, heads bowed, a chain connecting them together through their collars. Sometimes they would have to undergo a public humiliation ritual, such as a group fucking, to see who could last the longest.

Some of the lads made private arrangements with guests, which was encouraged, and quite a few lasting liaisons were formed this way. I took Luke under my wing and he lived with me, having his own room in my apartment. We both brought other men back and usually shared them with each other. It was a time of warmth and plenty.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
7 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

The Apostles Club itself never made a penny profit, but that was not the intention. We wanted a place where men of all persuasions could mix and have fun together. About a third of our clientele were genuinely straight married men who found it as much fun to fondle someone else’s cock as their own. There was never any suggestion that these men were turning gay. It was about something else, something far beyond reductive labels. Fortunately, we made enough money to keep the lads in comfort, even the older ones who joined us later. A few were paid pro rata and came to us in their leisure hours, but most had worked out that the best option was to sign the one-year contract and fulfil the obligations in return for a decent living wage. We hired a couple of people to sort out any legal and licensing issues. Although we could easily have gained a liquor licence, I wanted to keep the stimulation in the club as simple and as sexual as I could. Drugs were not permitted, although we tolerated the use of amyl nitrate aromas. I myself found them useful many times, especially when faced with the prospect of being rammed by a monster cock. It would have been hypocritical to frown on them.

Luke stayed on my mind from the moment I first met him at his initial audition. At the earliest opportunity, I arranged a much longer private interview with him. He had touched a nerve deep within me and I wanted to see how genuine it all was. The interview was not so much about him being right for me but about me being right for him. As a much older man, I was an obvious father figure. It turned out that was what he was seeking. We clicked immediately, not just from my shallow sexual perspective, but at a deeper level of connection. This made the sex together, when it eventually came about and we found ourselves in bed together, quite incredible. I did things in bed with him that I have never done before and most likely will never do again. My cock fairly bursts from my pants at the memory of it. And it all began because I wanted to sniff his feet. How mighty oaks from little acorns grow.

When I was with Luke in bed we were just two animals, we had no thoughts or feelings going on. All our senses were awake, especially for me my sense of smell. It was that moment with his feet which had first fired me up and of which I wanted a lot more. I felt at home with him and far away from the world at the same time. Everything about him drove me wild with lust, but it was all the different scents of his body, from his milky breath down to the stale sweat between his toes, that kept me coming back for more. I had never known a body like it. His skin sometimes smelt of honey and smoke combined. He would lie out spread-eagled on the bed, watching me eagerly with his light brown eyes, and let me nuzzle into every nook and cranny of his lean, freckled body, then turning over, I would do the same again, burying myself into his private place, savouring everything I could with my greedy, slav ering tongue, like a dog on heat.

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By *uv2b4uMan
7 weeks ago

carlisle

Lucky Luke !!!!

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By *rgeo OP   Man
7 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON


"Lucky Luke !!!!"

It will be your turn soon. Patience, little one.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
7 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

“Sir, I would very much like to be an Apostle, Sir,” he said, standing before me with a cheeky twinkle in his eye. I noted the double use of the word Sir and smiled. Here was someone desperate to please. We were in the sauna and he was wearing blue shorts with a white trim. “But I know I am too old, Sir,” he said, with a pretend look of disappointment.

He was forty years old, well-preserved, about 5’ 7”, a smooth body untainted by either tattoos or piercings. He had a stubbly beard and moustache. His face reminded me of the actor Matt Damon. I was getting quite hard looking at him and knew I would have to do something about that, regardless of whether I said yes or no to him.

I was sitting on the lower bench of the sauna and we were the only two in there. It was a new addition, tucked into a corner of the club, and could seat about eight men. His eyes were blue-grey and kept twinkling in the dim light from the concealed lamps. We looked at one another in silence. I got harder and harder. Funnily enough, I had already been thinking about bringing some older men into the club, but there would have to be conditions.

“Do you have a speciality, son?” I asked him. I could tell from his demeanour that he was a submissive bottom, but from the look on his face it was submission with a twist.

“Yes, Sir!” he said proudly. “I can show you, Sir, if you want to take me down to the dungeon.” It was tempting but I couldn’t wait. My cock was desperately leaking.

“Later, maybe,” I replied. “Turn around. Let me see the back of you.”

He turned and bent forward, anticipating my actions. His backside was before me, raised in readiness. I reached out and gently lowered his shorts to expose a muscular bottom. My hands grasped the firm cheeks. I pulled them apart and pushed my thumbs into his damp, sweaty hole. He gasped in surprise and pleasure, wriggling a little. My cock was fairly thick but I guessed his hole had taken much bigger. He was no shy virgin. I withdrew my thumbs and put them to my nostrils, inhaling the musky scent of his arse. It was like taking a shot of pop pers as I let the smell invade my brain, stiffening my cock even more.

I stood up and slowly pushed my cock into him, moving back and forth to stimulate the cockhead. The motion was extremely satisfying and he began to rock back and forth himself, gradually taking more and more of me into him. The sweat from the heat of the sauna was a perfect lubricant.

At that moment, the sauna door opened and two other guys entered. They came and sat on the side seats, watching us. They were two guests, older men in their fifties, regulars. I recognised both and winked at them. Nobody spoke. This wasn’t a time for social chit-chat.

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By *uck-Me-Hard-ScotlandMan
7 weeks ago

Dundee

Bookmarked

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By *kyluke69Man
7 weeks ago

Gravesend

🥵🥵🍆💦💦brilliant

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By *rgeo OP   Man
7 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON


"🥵🥵🍆💦💦brilliant "

Thank you. Your bulge is most impressive...

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By *rgeo OP   Man
7 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

I very much liked this lad whom I was fucking. He was intuitive. He must have beckoned to the other two men because more or less immediately they came over and stood in front of him., their cocks on display, both ready for a good sucking off him. They were very well-hung, I noticed, and he couldn’t at first get both of them into his mouth. They took turns with him. He went at them both quite voraciously, with lots of satisfying moans and groans from all quarters. I took my time, determined to enjoy every second. His body felt good in my hands as I held him round the waist. He smelt good too, an important bonus for me. He was a horny little fucker, no doubt. I knew he would be a popular asset. It helped make up my mind about introducing older guys into the circle. I was moaning quite a lot myself by now. It was really too hot to be doing all this in a sauna box, but I was going to go all the way with him. We were by then all dripping with sweat.

At last, he managed to get the two swollen cocks into his mouth. The older men were looking at me and grinning, as though they had accomplished something. But it was his victory, not theirs, and I was very proud of him. One of them shot their load noisily and the second one followed almost straightaway. I watched as he kept their cocks in his mouth, withdrew a little and then cleaned them off by holding them together with his hand. A few gobs of cum dropped to the floor. I felt down at his cock. It was stiff and lean, not too big. I wanted to reward him with a climax of his own, but decided to wait. I wanted to see how he dealt with the denial of satisfaction, how much of an issue it was for him. I pushed deeper and gave a final grunt, ejaculating deep inside him. There was sweat in my eyes and they were starting to sting.

As soon as we could, we left the heat of the sauna and got into the showers. He wouldn’t let me wash myself but insisted on doing it all for me. At one point, he reached down around my waist from behind me and gently massaged by cock and balls with the soapy water. I tensed my back muscles and leant into him. I could feel his lips kissing my shoulders and neck. I turned round to face him and kissed him full on the lips, keen to taste his mouth. He wasn’t a smoker, which pleased me. There was still a trace of the other men’s cum on his breath. It made me hard again.

“Wank me off, boy,” I ordered. “You’ve got the job.”

“Yes, Sir! Thank you, Sir.”

It took a while. But I came back to life and eventually shot an amazingly large second portion into the shower stream of water.

“What’s your name, lad?” I asked.

“Thomas, Sir,” he said.

Another Apostle. Perhaps the hottest one yet, as far as I was concerned. I loved the younger guys, but with the older men I was always much more relaxed. Even with Luke, I always felt it would be coming to an end soon, that he’d have other plans. Older men were less concerned with such things.

“Tommorow,” I said, “You can show me what your speciality is. Come in at 11 o’clock and we’ll go down to the dungeon.” After that we could do the paperwork, draw up his contract, and make it official.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
7 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON


"Bookmarked "

Love your stories, FMH!

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By *lasgow verse 60s guyMan
7 weeks ago

Glasgow

Beautifully written!

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By *rgeo OP   Man
7 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

I waited for him in the lounge, with a coffee, from half past ten. By eleven o’clock he hadn’t arrived. I ordered another coffee. I was feeling annoyed. He had been a promising possibility. Five past eleven, nothing. Ten past eleven, nothing. At quarter past eleven, with my second coffee finished, I got up and returned to my office. At half past eleven, there was a knock on the door.

“Sir, there’s a gentleman to see you, says he has an appointment. Thomas.”

I frowned. Maybe we’d agreed on half past eleven. Unlikely though. I was sure it was for eleven o’clock.

“Send him in, please,” I said to my secretary, Paul. He was not one of the Apostles, though had the perfect name for it. He was my behind-the-scenes guy.

Thomas entered, carrying a leather bag. He stood before me on the other side of my desk. Then he got down on his knees, head bowed, and spoke.

“Sir, I have let you down, Sir. I am late, Sir. I deserve to be punished, Sir,” he said.

He removed his shirt so that he was bare-chested. He reached into the bag and took out a collection of items. They sat on my desk: a hood, a mouth gag, a length of rope, some leather foot manacles and a leather strap. My cock shot to attention. It was so sudden it was painful. I grimaced and groaned audibly. So that’s his game, I thought, delighted, and, now, of course, highly aroused.

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By *atchmo_Jizz!Man
7 weeks ago

Wolverhampton

Wonderful writing with a sexy theme, as always!

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By *rgeo OP   Man
7 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

I opened the middle drawer of my desk and took out a new leather collar. He was still kneeling, head down. I went over and stood behind him, fastening the collar around his neck.

"Stand up and strip," I ordered him.

He quickly removed his shoes, socks and trousers, leaving only his boxer shorts on. He stood there, head bowed.

I reached over to the desk and picked up the leather strap. I gave him one firm whack on his buttocks. His body jolted.

"I said Strip!" I shouted. He removed his boxer shorts. His penis sprang out at full mast. Mine struggled inside my trousers. I was wearing my daytime suit. I would remain fully clothed.

From the middle drawer I took a dog lead that attached to the collar. It was time to parade him through the club and downstairs into the dungeon. There were very few people about as the club opened at noon and only a handful of staff were there. But quite a few of the Apostles would already be scattered about, waiting for our visitors. They would know what to do with him.

Luke was first. Living with me, he was starting to develop his versatile side. As we walked past him in the corridor, he came up to Thomas and spat on him in the face. The saliva sat his cheeks. I was impressed.

A couple of the others gave Thomas a healthy slap on his bare arse as we passed through the lounge. We made our way down the spiral staircase.

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By *kyluke69Man
7 weeks ago

Gravesend

Oh fuck this is such a turn on, more please sir!

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By *rgeo OP   Man
7 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

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By *rgeo OP   Man
7 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON


"Oh fuck this is such a turn on, more please sir!"

I want you bursting out of those trunks, boy.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
7 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

The lighting in the dungeon could be adjusted according to whatever we wanted to do there. Sometimes it was in total darkness and the men had to fumble around, dodging the equipment, hoping to find other eager bodies in the blackness. Today it was well lit as I wanted to see everything that happened clearly.

I led Thomas to the central bed and strapped him down, using his leather leg manacles and our own leather wrist restraints. I wanted him on all fours, doggy style. I placed the gag into his mouth and tied the length of rope around his waist as a symbolic gesture. He was leaking a lot of precum onto the bed. I slapped his face and told him to stop being a dirty dog. He grunted loudly and shook his head, unable to speak. My hand was now wet with Luke’s spit. I looked Thomas in the face and licked off the saliva.

We held our gaze for a considerable amount of time. His blue-grey eyes fascinated me. It was like looking into a deep pool of water. He was a handsome man and I could feel myself falling for him. His eyes reflected back a mixture of excitement, submission and fear. It was a potent combination of emotions. I wondered what he could read from my own blue eyes. I tried to convey both lust and love, anger and tenderness. Then I placed the hood over his head.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
7 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

By now the first visitors of the day were arriving, though no-one had yet come down into the dungeon. I made my way back up the staircase and settled in the lounge, asking for a gin and tonic. It was a quarter past twelve. I settled back in the chair, adjusting myself in the crotch where my bulge was a little uncomfortable. Guests began to walk around, some clothed, some naked, some draped in a towel. It was their choice what they wore. Our Apostles all attended work dressed. It was much more fun undressing one than seeing him already naked. Of course, the bottom guys were all bare-chested as part of their uniform. It gave prominence to their collars. I always felt a satisfying twitch as one of them walked past. I was going to make Thomas wait for half-an-hour. I kept checking my watch.

When I went back to him at quarter to one the dungeon was empty. He was alone in his place on the bed. Someone else had been down there. I noticed a pool of fresh semen on his back. Someone must have stood over him and ejaculated. I speculated on who it might have been, but didn’t waste much effort on it. I was pleased. I fetched a cloth and cleaned him off. It was a large bed, so access over him was easy. I had been planning a similar thing myself, but decided to change tactics.

“You’ve been a dirty dog again, haven’t you,” I whispered in his ear, once I had finished cleaning him. “You know what that means.” He quivered and shook his body, moaning loudly. I wasn’t sure whether it was to dissuade me or encourage me. Anyway, I was encouraged. I fetched the leather strap from the bag and gave him three hard thwacks on his buttocks. He flinched and cried out each time. Then he went quiet. I kissed his reddened cheeks and rubbed them gently with my hands.

“Good, boy,” I said. “You take your punishment well.”

As a reward, I reached into my jacket pocket and took out a short thick black butt plug. I took the hood off his head and showed him what I had. He whimpered appreciatively. From my other pocket I took a tube of lubrication and applied it to the plug. All the time he was watching this. Then I walked behind him and inserted it gently into his posterior. He moaned with pleasure. By now, another man had joined us, one of the Apostles, a top guy called Antony.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
7 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

Antony had the biggest dick of all the men I had ever known. And I had known a lot of men. Most of the guests were in awe of it and most were happy just to worship it, play with it, stroke it and perhaps suck it a little. Very few could take it in their mouths for more than a second or two. Even less could take it up inside them. This was a shame because Antony was also a heavy cummer. He regularly shot five or six large strong spurts. It was a pity to waste this into the air, even though it did usually land on someone’s face, belly or back. I wanted Thomas to feel this magnificent cock shoot its load inside of him; I wanted the vicarious thrill of it.

Among the Apostles, only John could take it easily. Sometimes he and Antony put on a show for us, and we allowed our guests to film it, if they wished. In order to take it all inside him comfortably, John had to be on his back, with his legs in the air. I untied Thomas and made him come down from the bed and over to the sling, which was in a corner of the room. I reattached his manacles to the sling so that he couldn’t wriggle free. Positioned like this, his arse was now at waist level, ideal for Antony’s attempted entry. He had no idea what was in store for him.

Three other guests had wandered down by now and were standing around watching. One of them was playing with his own cock. The other two were playing with each other as they watched us. Things were hotting up. It was important to prepare Thomas properly.

“Antony wants to fuck you,” I told him. “He’s a very big boy. Are you OK with that?”

Thomas grunted in approval.

“Alright, but you’d better see it before you agree.”

Antony walked over and unzipped his trousers. His cock was flaccid but after a few strokes it grew and hardened nicely. Thomas was watching from his sling. His eyes widened. He wriggled wildly. Again, I didn’t know whether he was scared of it or excited by it. I removed his mouth gag and allowed him to speak.

“What do you think?” I asked him.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
7 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

Thomas looked at me and winked.

"No, daddy, no, please, no," he shouted. "Let me out! Let me out!"

I looked at him and he winked again, unseen by the others.

"But you have to be punished, son," I said.

"No, daddy, no!" he screamed.

"I am Sir, not Daddy," I said sternly. "Antony, put his gag back on."

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By *ravelguyMan
7 weeks ago

Ipswich

Tock hard reading this

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By *rgeo OP   Man
7 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

I changed my mind immediately. I wanted to see how creative he could be.

"Wait, Antony," I ordered. "He'll need to breathe freely from here on in. Leave it off."

I walked up to Thomas and stared at him, playing with his dick, rubbing it softly up and down. He moaned gratefully

"Thank you, Da... Sir," he muttered.

I stopped pleasuring him and withdrew the butt plug from his ass. I threw it aside. Slowly, I entered him with one, two, three fingers, then my whole hand went inside him. I pulled up my shirt sleeves.

"Sir, you're hurting me!" he whimpered. I wasn't convinced. I pushed in harder.

"Ow!" he roared. "Why, Sir? Why me, Sir? Stop, Sir, stop!" he pleaded.

"I've loosened him up for you, Antony," I said, as my fist slipped back out.

The man who had been playing with himself earlier gave a groan. He had climaxed. He tried to hold the mess of it in his hands and stood back. I handed him a clean tissue from my pocket. The other two men had stopped playing with each other and were stood nearby, waiting.

"Why not have a go on him first?" I said to them. "He'll be useless once Antony's finished with him."

One of them stepped forward, a guy in his sixties, tall, well-built, strong. His cock was about the same as mine, cut, five or six inches long, quite thick. He was hard and found it easy to enter Thomas. The boy squirmed and moaned, enjoying every second of it. He rocked back and forth in the sling as the man's hips found their rhythm.

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7 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

The other guy was content to watch. I stood next to him and stroked his cock. He was naked; I was fully clothed. It was a nice contrast. We kissed too, which was nice. The older man had a beard and I liked the feeling of it on my chin and cheeks. All the while Thomas was in some kind of ecstatic state, judging from the noises coming from him. I could see him watching me now and then, which made things hotter. Antony was politely standing back, observing,awaiting his turn.

Eventually, the man fucking Thomas said, "Fuck! Oh, fuck, yes, oh fuck."

Thomas joined in with him. They made quite a chorus. Even the man I was masturbating joined in. He came at the same time as his friend. I love synchronicity.

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By *kyluke69Man
7 weeks ago

Gravesend

So hot🥵

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By *lasgow verse 60s guyMan
7 weeks ago

Glasgow

Hot hot hot!

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By *rgeo OP   Man
7 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

Antony was tall, slim, muscular and black. I hesitate to mention the last fact but have included it for the sake of accuracy. For some readers, it will seem too much like a cliche; for others, it will provide them with their own special frisson of excitement. He worked for me because he was good at his job and was popular with the clientele, not just in sexual matters but because of his refined and cultured conversation. Also, he was a brilliant flirt. And he had a great sense of humour.

He stepped forward.

“Shall I serve the main course, now, Sir?” he asked, holding his cock aloft with both hands.

Thomas shook his head rapidly and cried out again.

“Sir, please, set me free, Sir!” he begged. “I don’t want it, Sir! I don’t want it!”

I stepped over to him and looked into his eyes. There was no real sense of panic in them, just great excitement, almost bravado. I held his gaze, once again transfixed by his beauty. I knew our relationship would be long and fulfilling.

“You want a job here, don’t you?” I asked him.

“Yes, Sir,” he answered sheepishly.

“Well, for you this is day one at The Apostles Club as an Apostle. Do you think Antony is going to harm you?”

“Yes, Sir,” he said. “He’s much too big for me, Sir.”

“We’ll see,” I said. “We can always send for a doctor.” I detected the slight trace of a smile on Thomas’s face as I said this.

“Please, Sir, set me free!” he repeated. “Please, Sir!”

The other three men had been joined by two more. The club always became quite busy around lunchtime. Some local regulars often popped in for a quick grope or a blow-job in the lunch hour. We were very central to the main financial quarter. A lot of married bankers helped to fill our coffers and keep the Apostles in work. I recognised one of them now, a man called Harry, certainly a millionaire, if not a billionaire. He was dressed like me, suit and tie, but with his cock exposed, erect. The other man with him was also dressed for the City, but had not yet revealed himself. They were both in their late forties, and both a little overweight. Harry was a smoker. We played with one another sometimes. He was a filthy little devil in the right circumstances. I guessed his time was short today.

“Gentlemen!” I began, “I leave the decision to you now. Shall Antony have his way with Thomas or not? Please raise your hands with thumbs up for Antony having his way or thumbs down for Thomas being released from his shackles.” I savoured the word ‘shackles’ and felt my cock throb as I said it.

There was a brief pause as the men looked at one another, at Antony, at Thomas and finally at me. They all raised their hands with their thumbs up.

Thomas screamed again. It was an impressive theatrical effect. He twisted his body in the sling, trying vainly to free himself. I went over and stood behind him, to steady the swinging of the seat.

“Don’t be such a doubting Thomas,” I said. “Antony will take care of you.”

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By *atchmo_Jizz!Man
7 weeks ago

Wolverhampton

Such imaginative writing!

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By *uv2b4uMan
7 weeks ago

carlisle

Enjoying this a little too much !!!

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By *rgeo OP   Man
7 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

Stepping forward in order to begin opening up Thomas, Antony said, "My cock is twelve inches, but I don't use it as a rule." It was an ancient joke but a couple of us laughed. Thomas didn't. He glowered. He started to speak, but I put my hand over his mouth. I was still standing behind him, holding the sling steady.

"Shush, little one," I murmured. "Let Antony work his magic." I beckoned to Harry to approach me. I got him to stand at the side of Thomas's head. His six inch cock was sticking out of his trousers. He moved closer to Thomas. Thomas couldn't resist. He turned his head and started to suck at the offering, purring contently.

Meanwhile, Antony was softening him up with his fingers and tongue. His purring increased as Antony's tongue sunk deep into his anus.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
7 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

We are all just animals, and the human male is the scariest of them all, I suppose. But here within the confines of The Apostle Club our animal lusts could merge freely with our greater desire for union with a higher power. When these two strands came together, there was hope for humanity. I reached forward and squeezed Thomas's nipples, then pinched them a little harder. My actions were welcomed by the boy tied up in the sling. He wriggled and squirmed, moaning delightedly. My black trousers were wet with precum. I had been leaking profusely since he had arrived. It was time for me to strip off.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
7 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

By the time I got back, Antony's massive cock was an inch or two into Thomas's back passage. There were no more complaints from the boy. He was well into the swing of it, slight pun intended. We had found a brilliant new recruit. Apparently, Harry had successfully shot his load into the lad's mouth and gone back to work. Another gentleman had taken his place at Thomas's side, feeding him a second healthy meal. After he had finished, I wanted a turn. I had fucked his rear yesterday but not his face. I was wearing a towel now, much more comfortable.

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By *lasgow verse 60s guyMan
7 weeks ago

Glasgow

Beautifully written!

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By *rgeo OP   Man
7 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

Usually, when a man fucked me, I took several sniffs of amyl nitrate to relax my anal muscles. With Antony, I would have required a local anaesthetic at the very least. So I was impressed with how well Thomas took it. I also enjoyed his kinkiness and love of bondage. I looked forward to a bedtime session where I shared him with Luke.

Since the start of the operation here, several of the boys had found lovers. It gladdened my heart when they form liaisons with each other and with our guests. Friendships were being forged, through sex initially, but finding a firmer foundation of trust and warmth. At the core, this was what The Apostles Club was all about. It had never been spoken about explicitly, but it was a secret dream of mine to show the world real examples of the brotherhood of men.

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By *kyluke69Man
7 weeks ago

Gravesend

Such a good story

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By *ookiechefMan
7 weeks ago

saxmundham

WOW,, this is fantastic, please keep going!!!!!

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By *rgeo OP   Man
7 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

Antony was by now much deeper into him. I could tell by his breathing that he was close to coming. The other man had left shortly before, having already come in Thomas's mouth. He too had left to return to his job in some bank or office nearby. Now I was kneeling down beside Thomas, watching him. Not just watching him, but watching over him. It was the same thing for me as with all my men: it was impossible not to care for him. There was cum dribbling down his chin on to his chest. He lay with his head pressed back into the soft padded leather of the sling, his mouth open, his eyes closed. He was far gone, in another place. Together, we had brought him to this moment, Antony, Harry, myself and the other two men. He was no longer of this earth, but high up in the heavens. His chest heaved as Antony pushed deeper into him. His hands were gripped around the chains of the sling, his knuckles white. I laid my own hand over his and squeezed it tight. He grabbed my hand and squeezed it tighter.

"Thank you, Sir," he whispered. He looked at me and his eyes grew wide in wonder. He had never been to this place before. He was being reborn as an Apostle. There were tears streaming down his face.

Antony's body jerked from the hip as he came inside my boy. His face was covered in sweat. He smelt divine. This was a death, a conception and a birth all at the same moment in time.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
7 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

Antony collapsed on top of Thomas and kissed him for the first time. This was the real intimacy, the real sex, the real connection, that split second after orgasm where all boundaries are gone, where all obstacles are overcome, where all division is over. Antony kissed him with such passion that I had to look away. It was their moment. I sank to the floor and breathed deeply. The room was silent. Those few men who had joined us were frozen in the wonder of it. One day it might be their turn; today they were witnesses only.

I carefully unfastened all the straps that were keeping Thomas restrained. Slowly, Antony withdrew himself. He stayed there a while with his head now resting on Thomas's stomach. Now freed, Thomas placed his hands on Anthony's head and stroked his black curly hair. The image burnt into me. I wanted the whole world to see it, to hear of it, to feel the majesty of it. These were the truest Acts of the Apostles. There was only their love in existence. Nothing else mattered

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By *rgeo OP   Man
7 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON


"WOW,, this is fantastic, please keep going!!!!!"

Thank you!

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By *rgeo OP   Man
7 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

Later, quietly, Thomas and I snuggled together in my bed. This was a tradition I had with all my new boys, regardless of their age or sexual role. It was to show them that the contract between us was not just a paper exercise. Sometimes nothing happened between us. They could stay with me an hour or the whole night. I wanted them close to me, to feel their breath on my face, to smell the scent of their skin, to hear them fart and burp, to feel their warm bodies beside me. This too was an animalistic act, but more about nurturing than anything else. Inwardly, I am an extremely lonely man. This is my way of dealing with it. I bring it to my bed with each new man I sleep with. Each one of them makes me lonelier than before. It never goes away and it never will. It is God’s will. Most men will run away after they have been intimate with one another for they cannot bear the pain of it. I relish and celebrate it. And, slowly, tentatively, some of the Apostles are doing the same thing, facing the pain. I think of Antony now as St Antony. He was the first to grasp the significance of what we were really doing with our myriad sex acts. His dark eyes are one of the wonders of the world. They hold secrets untold.

This is the end of part one of the Acts of the Apostles. There is more to follow. I have to tell you about Mark 2, for example. I have to tell you about many things. I have to make your cock come alive and infect your heart with its true compassion.

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By *kyluke69Man
7 weeks ago

Gravesend

Absolute brilliant story and can’t wait for the next story

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By *rgeo OP   Man
7 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON


"Absolute brilliant story and can’t wait for the next story "

Thank you. The next part of the story will continue under this same thread. G

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By *reyunMan
7 weeks ago

Perth

Great story. Thank you.

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By *uv2b4uMan
7 weeks ago

carlisle

I'm actually out of breath reading this , absolutely stunning writing.

Oh , and hard as f@@k.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
7 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON


"I'm actually out of breath reading this , absolutely stunning writing.

Oh , and hard as f@@k."

We aim to please.

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By *ravelguyMan
7 weeks ago

Ipswich

This has been such a hot story and so well told,ca t wait for it to continue

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By *rgeo OP   Man
7 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON


"This has been such a hot story and so well told,ca t wait for it to continue "

Thanks, Gary. Been reading your verifications and very jealous...

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By *ravelguyMan
7 weeks ago

Ipswich


"This has been such a hot story and so well told,ca t wait for it to continue

Thanks, Gary. Been reading your verifications and very jealous..."

Thanks George x

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By *rgeo OP   Man
7 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

Part Two

I had always had a fascination with the practice of bukkake, which I am sure most of you have heard about. For one of my birthdays, not long after the club had opened the dungeon area, I organised a treat for myself. I was about forty-five or forty-six at the time, I’m not sure of the exact date. Probably it was my forty-fifth birthday, which would have been at the end of the last century. But now that I am writing about it, and thinking more carefully, it must have been on my forty-fourth birthday, which came just before the new millennium began. The practice of bukkake as a specific pornographic fetish was still fairly new, even then. I wanted to try it out for myself. I wanted to endure the whole ritual of humiliation and surrender to the sprayings of a dozen or more men.

In the end, favourably, there were about thirty men present, including all my Apostles.

We could have used a table and I would have laid myself out while they circled me and wanked over my naked body. I wanted something different, something I and they hadn’t seen on a video. We made a few minor adjustments to the dungeon. A pulley system was installed which meant I could lay down on the floor, have strong padded straps tied around my legs, and then get raised into the air, hanging suspended but upside down. My arms dangled down so that they could just touch the floor with my fingers. I knew I could manage about fifteen minutes or so, which would be enough excitement for all of us.

I can’t remember who started us off, but I do remember having some cold champagne poured over my genitals first. The liquid ran down the back and the front of my body, and some of what came down the front I was able to drink. It would be the same for the copious amounts of cum that would soon follow. The champagne, mingled with my own sweat, provided smooth channels for the gobbets of cum to follow.

Ideally, I would have preferred being lowered into a pit so that their semen contributions would all come from above, but we had to make do with what we had. In the end, some of them, as they came, caught it in their hands and threw it at me, hitting my legs, buttocks, waist and chest. These offerings slowly trickled down to join the many others that had been deliberately aimed at my face. The pulley was arranged to allow me to spin a little, not too much. I had the arousing view of thirty cocks whirling around me, almost like disembodied entities of their own, separate from the unseen faces of their owners above. All I could see was a welter of feet, legs and cocks.

One or two scored bulls-eyes, with a direct hit in my mouth, which evoked cheers from the crowd. One or two of the Apostles managed to cum more than once. So too did some of the guests, so excited were they by this spectacle. As I spun round slowly, trying to guess whose spunk I was tasting, I realised we had a hit show on our hands. This baby could run for years, I thought. We could take it to Broadway… I started laughing, licking my lips to clear them of the mess. Finally, a whole magnum of champagne was poured over me to cleanse my body, as an act of purification.

Strangely enough, I didn’t really get hard myself throughout this experience. Though I would very much be able to enjoy myself later at the memory of it. Even today, the thought of it makes me stiff. I was glad to be part of what some guru on the bukkake page on Wikipedia calls “a significant advance in human behaviour.” We’re funny creatures, aren’t we?

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By *lasgow verse 60s guyMan
7 weeks ago

Glasgow

Wonderfully written! Looking forward to the continuing story

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By *aturebottom2019Man
7 weeks ago

NOTTINGHAM

What an absolutely fabulous erotic read .. I can't wait for more

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By *rgeo OP   Man
7 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

Before I met Mark 2 in person, he’d sent in a photo of himself which for me sealed his audition. He was standing away from the camera, wearing a dark blue hooded top. The sleeves were rolled up to show off his hairy lower arms. On his right wrist there was a black watch. This one small detail was the most erotic thing about the whole photo. I knew there and then that our versatile men should all wear watches. His grey shorts were lowered to reveal the outline of his appealing, hairy, muscular cheeks. There was a dark inviting crack. My cock responded warmly and fondly to it. I relished the thought of the moment when I would be opening him up and entering his body. I sat for a few minutes gazing at the photo, dreaming about things, with my hand inside my pyjama pants. As usual my cock was oozing too much precum and I wiped it around my waist. I was lying in bed, about to get up, but now I couldn’t resist rubbing the juice across my cockhead to make it harder. I put my hand along my engorged cock and rubbed it up and down.

Another photo showed the front of his upper body, again covered with hair. I imagined lying in bed, feeling him on top of me, with his arms wrapped around me. He would be ravishing me like a beast with its prey. Cleverly, he had included no cock photos, which pleased me. It is always best to leave something in reserve. My hand carried on playing with my own cock. I was near to climaxing. I looked at both photos, trying to work out which one I wanted to look at as I came. There was really no choice. As I came, in my head, I had my tongue deep inside his arse crack. I could even smell the sweaty, musky scent of it as my cock sprayed out a welcome morning gift across my belly.

As well as not including any explicit images of himself, Mark 2 had also scored another few points with me. By choosing the name Mark - his birth name began with a G - he must have worked out for himself the significance of the Apostles. The fact that two of them would have the same name was irrelevant. He soon became known as The Wolf, anyway, to our regulars, which I also didn't mind. The Apostles might have had an ancient heritage, but the animals were there first. All sex is primeval.

I wiped myself clean with a handful of tissues and went to find Luke. I wanted to show him the photos and find out his reaction. He would be waking about now and wanting his early morning brew. I put on my dressing gown and went down the corridor to his room.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
7 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

Luke was still asleep when I crept into his room. He was curled up, facing away from me. The floor creaked as I walked over to him and his body shifted slightly. I knelt at the foot of the bed and carefully lifted the duvet. I took his feet between my hands and rubbed them gently. He murmured softly. This was my favourite moment of the day. His young firm feet had the faint smell of nighttime sweat upon them. I sniffed deeply and moaned ecstactically, my cock coming back to life. It wouldn’t have mattered how many times I had orgasmed before, his feet always got me hard. I heard a click as his hand reached out and switched on the kettle beside the bed. I moved further up his legs and found his cock, kissing it fondly. He was as hard as a rock, such is the arrogance and the majesty of youth. Then I withdrew and went to sit beside him, pulling the duvet up over my body. It was somewhat chilly in the room and I put on the electric fan heater. There was a switch for it on my side of the bed.

Luke turned over and faced me. He lifted the bed clothes and went down to kiss me on the crotch, returning the favour.

“You stink of cum!” he said, his head emerging from under the duvet.

“I know,” I laughed. “I couldn’t help myself.”

He moaned appreciatively and returned to my crotch, greedily licking around my belly, cock and balls. I wriggled and squirmed, enjoying the unexpected attention. He came back up for air.

“I really need a wee!” he said. “But first!”

He pushed the duvet away from him and lay on his back beside me, naked, his hand vigorously wanking his hard cock. I sat and watched, entranced. His body was stretched and taut as he worked away at himself. He spat two or three times into his hand and rubbed it over himself, massaging the shaft and cockhead with his wet fingers. I moaned with him as he got closer to climaxing.

“Oh, fuck, yes!” he said. “Oh, fuck, yes! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!”

A fountain of cum covered his belly and he collapsed back on to his pillow. I reached for a few tissues and handed them to him. He let them lie over the wet pool of cum. I leaned over and kissed him, his breath warm and dark, unwashed. I kissed deep into him as he responded with the same enthusiasm.

“Fuck me, I love you,” he said. “Christ, I love you so much!”

The kettle clicked again to show that it had boiled. I got up out of the bed to attend to the tea-making while he toddled off to the bathroom for a piss.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
7 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON


"What an absolutely fabulous erotic read .. I can't wait for more"

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By *rgeo OP   Man
7 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

There had been an article in one of the weekend national newspapers about the new trend of dogging. Our club got a passing mention. I had to read the article a couple of times to realise that we were being referenced quite favourably, as the author of the piece wrote in a wry, ironical tone. He was looking at how attitudes to sexual freedom had changed over the last fifty years. Favourable or not, I knew this would affect us one way or another. Sure enough, we had a sudden flurry of phone calls from men interested in finding out all about us. In those days, we had no website established. It was all very archaic from today’s perspective. Chiefly, we relied on word of mouth, which meant a steady and manageable increase in visitors. Too much interest and we would have to consider limiting numbers or moving to larger premises.

One day, probably as a result of this article, there was an ugly incident in the street outside the main door of the club. Visitors had to press a button and wait for the door to unlock before they could enter the club. There was no signage to say what we were, except for the smallest of lettering above the button, confirming that men had arrived at the right place. It just said The Apostles Club in small bold print. On this particular afternoon a man from Leeds got jostled and verbally abused by two young thuggish lads while he was waiting for the door to open.

“Fucking faggots!” they yelled at him. “Fucking queer bastards! Fucking scum!”

They jabbed at him with their fingers, nothing more, but it was an unsettling moment. From then on, I employed a security guard to patrol discreetly, watching for potential trouble-makers. Nothing more happened, but I always waited for something else disturbing to come along. I wanted to share the place with anyone who was interested; at the same time, I wanted to protect it and keep it secret from the world. It was an eternal dilemma.

However, a little while later, I had quite a shock myself on leaving the club late one night. It was past midnight and I was the very last to leave, having been finishing off some paperwork in my office. I was carrying my briefcase as I left. It was a short walk to the public car-park we all used. Being the city centre, it was the only option. He must have followed behind me from the door of the club to the car-park. As I opened the car door, he came up to me and held on to the door as I was about to get inside.

“Are you an Apostle, then?” he asked me.

I froze, half in and half out of the vehicle.

“No,” I said truthfully, “I am not.”

We looked at one another. He was young, with a lean face, wearing a black tracksuit.

“Liar!” he said. “You just came out of that queer place.”

“Yes, I know,” I said. “But I am still not an Apostle.” I placed my briefcase on my seat, keeping my hands free.

“Are you queer, mate?” he asked me directly.

There was a pause. It was dimly lit and there was no-one else in sight. My heart was pounding.

“Yes,” I said, “Very queer. Why? Are you?”

There was another longer pause. I wondered if this lad was one of the two young thugs who had harassed our customer about two weeks ago.

“What’s it to you what I am?” he growled, pushing the car door tight against my body. His eyes bore into mine. His whole body gave off a sense of desperation, of having reached a limit.

“You’re hurting me, son,” I said, holding on to the door to resist his force. “What is it you want?”

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By *rgeo OP   Man
7 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

He released the pressure from the door and stepped back. I moved my briefcase across to the passenger seat and got inside, leaving the door open. My heartbeats were thumping in my ears. I rolled down the window and closed the door. I didn’t start the motor but just sat there and watched him. He was looking down at the ground.

“How old are you, son?” I asked.

“I’m eighteen next month,” he said, casually answering my question. But then his face changed. “Why do you want to know? You into under-age lads, then? You a fucking paedophile?” His face was lit with disgust and anger.

“No,” I said. “I am not a paedophile. I like fully grown men. I am queer, gay, homosexual, all that.” His expression softened a little. “I am not a faggot though,” I said. Now a puzzled look crossed his face.

“What’s the difference?” he asked me.

“I don’t like the word ‘faggot’, that’s all,” I told him. “I don’t really like the word ‘gay’ either, to be honest with you.”

“Why not?” he asked, frowning. He took a step towards me, but it didn’t feel threatening. He wanted to know something.

“It’s complicated, son,” I said. I looked at my watch. It was half past twelve. “How are you getting home? Is it far away?”

He told me where he lived, which was a good forty minute walk away.

“I can give you a lift home if you want,” I said. My heart was still beating strongly but there was a different tension to it now.

“You going to play with me then?” he asked. “If I get in with you, will you play with my cock?” It was obvious he was hoping for a positive response.

“No, son,” I said. “I’m not. But we can talk about it, if you like.”

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By *rgeo OP   Man
7 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

He stank of stale cigarette smoke. I had given him the choice of sitting beside me or sitting at the back and treating it as a taxi ride. He opted for the former. I lifted my case over on to the back seat. I had to be careful now. One of us could get me into a lot of trouble. It was most likely to be me. With his hood down he was a good-looking boy. He had blue-green eyes, short brown hair, plump lips and a firm, strong chin. His face was long and lean, reminding me of a racehorse.

"Who's your friend?" I asked.

"Huh?"

"The lad you were with two weeks ago," I explained. "What's his name? What was your game threatening one of our guests?"

"Oh, that's Darren," he said. "Why?"

"Whose clever idea was it to do a bit of queer bashing?"

"His," he said.

"You know he's probably queer too, don't you?" I said. "But he won't admit it until he's about forty with three kids."

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By *rgeo OP   Man
7 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

"Fuck off! He's had loads of girls," he retorted.

"Yes, exactly," I said. "Some people try too hard. I could shag a dozen women and get hard each time, but it wouldn't make me straight or even bisexual. I'd get hard because of the thrill of the novelty, nothing else."

He went quiet. We were halfway there. I pulled into a side street, taking a short-cut to his estate. It was a fairly rough area. Where he said he lived was even rougher. His family life would probably be chaotic. His father was most likely homophobic.

"Would you like me to play with your cock one day?" I asked, bluntly.

He squirmed and remained quiet.

"When's your birthday, son?" I tried again, regretting my bluntness.

"The third, next month," he answered.

"If you want to play when you're of legal age, I'm up for it," I said.

He placed his hand on my leg.

"Why not now?" he said. With his other hand he was fondling himself.

I stopped the car and pulled up at the kerb.

"Not going to happen," I said. "And I shall want proof of your age." I looked at him and he looked back at me. He was thinking things over.

Before I asked the next question, I already knew the answer. It was sitting there in my brain. His name.

"What shall I call you?" I asked. I watched his lips, waiting for them to form the letter J.

"James," he said.

"OK, James, come to the club any time after your birthday and we can talk again."

"And play?" he asked.

"Yes, of course. But we'll be free to talk about what you'd really like. And so shall I."

I restarted the engine and drove on. By the time I got back home it was nearly two o'clock. I entered the house silently and managed to wash, brush my teeth and undress for bed without disturbing Luke.

I lay awake for about an hour, thinking of James. No strong sexual thoughts emerged. Those that did, I repressed. He represented something out of the ordinary and I knew I had to do my best not to spoil it.

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By *imbridMan
7 weeks ago

Bridlington

Great writing and really imaginative, so descriptive that allows you to form a picture easily in your head and live out the story

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By *lasgow verse 60s guyMan
7 weeks ago

Glasgow

Beautifully descriptive, as ever

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By *rgeo OP   Man
7 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON


"Great writing and really imaginative, so descriptive that allows you to form a picture easily in your head and live out the story "

Thanks, Tim. Nice profile you have, by the way. Makes it very clear what you are about.

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By *uncan48Man
7 weeks ago

South Northants

Absolutely stunning, this story is so well scripted and extremely powerful

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By *rgeo OP   Man
7 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON


"Absolutely stunning, this story is so well scripted and extremely powerful "

So are your cock-sucking skills, by the looks of your video, Duncan. Hot stuff!

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By *rgeo OP   Man
7 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

My interview with Mark 2 was on a Friday. It went so well that I invited him to spend the evening at home with Luke and me. It wasn’t long before we were all intertwined. Supper would have to wait a while. As soon as we stepped through the front door into the hallway he made a move on me, grabbing my arm and turning me round to face him.

“I wasn’t expecting this,” he said. “Thank you.”

“Afterwards. Thank me afterwards,” I said. I reached forward and pulled down the zipper of his jacket. He bent towards me and kissed me quickly. He was smiling warmly. I smiled back. It felt like this was going to be an open exchange, no hidden surprises. I put my hands to both sides of his face and pulled him closer, looking into his eyes. I kissed him back and we held each other in a long smoochy clinch.

“Do you have all the men who work for you over to your house?” he asked, coming up for air.

“Yes,” I said, “I do. I consider you my friends as well as my employees. I have strong feelings for all the Apostles. That’s the point of it. Otherwise it would just be a cheap money-making racket. I’m not in it for the money.” Indeed, it was very much the other way round, though most people would probably not believe me. It was my own money that kept The Apostles Club solvent.

He removed his jacket and pulled his jumper over his head. We walked into the sitting room and I placed his clothes on a chair. He was a good-looking guy, bald headed, a strong oval face, with a salt-and-pepper moustache and beard. He was perhaps about ten years younger than me. He had deep brown eyes, easy for me to fall into and never come out of.

As we were standing in the middle of the room, continuing our kissing, Luke came downstairs and joined us.

“Get a room, you two,” he mocked. “Or, even better, just let me play too.”

I introduced them to one another. I decided there and then to designate him Mark II, in Roman numerals. It looked better on the page and therefore sounded better in my head when I said it. I explained all this to both of them, having just thought of it.

They were scrutinising one another while I spoke. I could tell Luke was very interested. Mark seemed to feel the same about Luke.

“I’ll fetch us some drinks,” I said. I retired to the kitchen. When I came back in with a tray of drinks, they were in an embrace, Luke with his hands on Mark’s backside, Mark with his hands on Luke’s shoulders. I put down the tray on a side table and joined them. The room was warm and softly lit. A log fire was crackling away in the hearth. Luke was wearing only his evening leisure gear, a pair of cotton pyjama bottoms and a long-sleeved T-shirt. His cock was pushing out against the fabric. I pulled up his shirt and exposed his freckly upper body.

“Someone’s eager,” I said, patting him on the crotch.

Next I turned to help Mark unbutton his shirt. His hairy chest came into view and I couldn’t resist rubbing my nose into it.

“Beautiful!” I murmured.

Then the two men started undressing me, removing my suit jacket, my tie, my shirt and finally my trousers. Mark knelt down in front of me to unfasten my belt. He pulled down my trousers and eased them off, folding them carefully. I took them from him and placed them on the chair where his own clothes sat. Soon we were all in our underwear only. We all displayed obvious, prominent bulges. It was going to be a fun evening.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
7 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

There had been a lot of evenings like this at home. I always felt things worked best when there were three or four of us. When I was with one of the new Apostles, away from the club, I always felt more relaxed knowing that Luke or someone else was with me. It took away most of the pressure of being perceived as the boss. In my office, or anywhere else in the club, it was very different. There I played at being the boss for all it was worth, relishing the power I wielded, especially over the bottom guys. Here at home, I was more myself, which actually meant I was less of a person or less of a personality. At home, I preferred to melt into the background, observing the boys having fun, and joining in with them only when I got really inspired. This was how I was feeling tonight, though probably Mark was unaware of it. Luke knew me well enough to realise I was only slowly getting into the mood. I think that is why he had initiated something when I left the room to fetch the drinks.

“Mark’s versatile,” I explained to Luke. “Anything you want from him?”

I looked at both men in turn to gauge their reactions. Luke’s eyebrows raised and a smile came to his face. Mark smiled nervously. This was the problem. I wanted him to relax into it fully. Once a guest relaxed in my home, so did I. Then the sky was the limit. We had to find a way to get to take-off.

Luke stepped up to Mark and put his arms around him, cuddling him, warmly. It was a good start. I stayed where I was and watched. Luke turned him round and began to massage the other man’s shoulders, digging in fiercely with his finger tips. Mark moaned in gratitude and flexed his body. Without thinking, I stepped forward and knelt down before Mark, putting my face against his crotch. He smelt of soap and cologne. Whatever lay behind his briefs moved a couple of times. I opened my mouth and began to lick the outline of his impressive penis. He moaned again as I continued my mouth massage while Luke continued with his fingers. Now we were getting somewhere. I felt my own body relaxing as I moved into him, as pleased with the scent of him as with the feel of the hairs on his muscular legs. He was beginning to feel real to me.

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By *lasgow verse 60s guyMan
7 weeks ago

Glasgow

So nice!

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By *oy2017Man
7 weeks ago

Frome

Nice, very nice

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By *rgeo OP   Man
7 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

Our underwear remained until we went upstairs. I sat both men side-by-side on the large double bed in Luke’s room and pushed their heads together, making them kiss one another. Then, as they kissed, I removed their socks, crumpling them into a small pile together and sniffing deep into it. The sweaty goodness inflamed me, as it always did. My cock was engorged, rampant. My brain was no longer my own. I was in a place of ancient terror and beauty. I knew what I wanted to do.

“Fuck him,” I said to Mark II.

Luke sprang into action, like a pleased puppy. He stood up, turned round and lay face down on the bed with his backside raised. Mark II, perhaps too surprised to think, got up and stood behind Luke’s slender body. He put his hand to the top of Luke’s pyjamas and pulled them down, leaving them around his legs. He bent down and started to rim the lad’s welcoming arse. Both men moaned in harmony, the one at the pleasure he was receiving and the other at the pleasure he was giving.

I couldn’t wait any longer. I knelt behind Mark II and slowly lowered his shorts. My mouth darted all over his hairy bottom, licking it, nipping it, sucking on it. While he continued to push his tongue into Luke, I began to do the same to him, breathing deep into his sweaty male crack. I lowered my own briefs and rubbed at my cock, desperate to find it a better home.

This was the scenario I had been fantasising about since first seeing Mark II’s pictures. I took my hand off my cock and rubbed some of its juices across Mark’s chest, tweaking his nipples. He groaned loudly and I tweaked harder.

“Harder,” he squealed, “Harder!” I pinched at them with my finger nails and could feel his buttocks tense against my nose. He let out a long sigh of abandoned ecstasy, releasing himself into my power. At the same time, he dug deeper into Luke with his mouth, and the young lad underneath wriggled with delight. I moved my hands down and felt for Mark II’s cock. It responded to my touch with a twitch. Gently, I stroked it up and down, pulling back the foreskin, feeling the juiciness of the cockhead between my fingers. I stood up and pushed Mark closer to Luke, directing his cock towards the boy’s greedy hole. He was well lubricated now and would enjoy taking Mark II’s beauty of a cock.

Mark pulled Luke’s body towards him. Luke’s legs dangled over the side of the bed. Mark stood over him and slowly pushed his warm, moist cock into the lad. They groaned simultaneously and Mark began to rock back and forth, stimulating himself inside the boy.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
7 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

“It was like having a wolf sandwich, with us as the bread,” I said to Luke as we settled down to sleep.

We giggled quietly. Mark II was in my bed, fast asleep, exhausted. He had come first, inside Luke. I made Mark stay there while I finished inside him. My vicious, controlling side played out. It felt like I was fucking the two of them at the same time. Luke was purring like a contented cat. Mark lay across Luke’s body, holding his hands. I grunted and came, collapsing down onto Mark, kissing him on the back, the neck, anywhere I could reach.

We had a light supper later and chatted freely. We all gave away some secrets, sharing some of our sexual fantasies. I told Mark about my bukkake episode. He was very jealous. This inspired him to tell us of his love of bodily fluids. I made a mental note, sure to use this information at some point. Luke got hard and horny again very quickly and presented the evidence at the supper table. We all got aroused, really, as we talked. After supper, Mark and I knelt down and began to give Luke a joint blow job.

“What about some porn?” said Luke.

Mark and I both smiled. We stood up. Luke staggered off, at full mast, to set up the video machine. We ended the night stretched out on the sofa, porn on, cocks out. I fetched a bottle of amyl nitrate and we each went off into our own fantasies, shooting fresh loads of cum. It was late, we were all tired, and rather than exploring each other’s bodies, we were all happy to relax into a cool wank session. We cuddled closely and responded helpfully with our hands and lips when one of us gave the signs of being near to coming. I came first, across my belly. Luke reached over to kiss me and Mark stroked my head. Luke took my cum and smeared it down his cock. He took a long sniff from the bottle and, wanking furiously, splashed out across his own belly and chest. He held my hand tightly as he came, his arm juddering, with his mouth open, his breath in short desperate pants. Mark turned over and licked at the sticky mess on Luke’s chest.

“Thank you so much,” he said, as he lay back and rubbed his foreskin up and down. “This has been the hottest night ever.” I gently reached under him and inserted my thumb. It was enough to take him over the edge.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
7 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON


"Nice, very nice"

Thanks Roy. Nice to see you again.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
7 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

I saw nothing of the boy called James until about a fortnight later. It was quarter past eleven and I was once again locking up the club. Our last guests had left at eleven o’clock. Henry, the security guy, was still around, grabbing a quick bite of supper before leaving for home. Once he’d finished, I switched off the lights, set the security alarm and closed the front door. It was fairly cold. The street was well-lit. I saw a figure approaching from across the road.

“I’m eighteen tomorrow,” he said. He handed me an envelope. Inside, a provisional driving licence. It confirmed what he said. In less than an hour he would be legal goods for a predatory male like me.

“You can suck my cock right now,” he said. “I won’t tell anyone.” He looked at the door to the club, indicating that it might be best if we stepped back inside.

Standing closer to him, he smelt cleaner than last time. There was no scent of cigarettes. Also, his clothes were a little smarter. He was wearing a leather jacket and jeans. He had made an effort to impress me. He was also wearing glasses, which made an enormous difference to his features. Whereas before he was good-looking, now he was irresistible.

“Why are you wearing glasses?” I asked.

“Always do,” he said. “Must have had my contacts in before.”

Sex is much more than just a quick grope and a splash into the night. He knew nothing about it. God knows what fantasises he wanked off to. I wanted to know, but I knew he wouldn’t be able to tell me much. He probably had less idea about his own sexual needs and desires than I did. I was old enough to be his father and I guessed that lay at the root of it. He wanted to be seen and admired and loved by an older man. That bit was easy for me. That was already sorted. I saw, admired and loved him from two weeks ago.

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By *orfyMan
7 weeks ago

North Norfolk

Great storytelling

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By *lasgow verse 60s guyMan
7 weeks ago

Glasgow

Beautiful!

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By *reyunMan
7 weeks ago

Perth

Great erotic story! Wonderful!

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By *rgeo OP   Man
6 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

“Let’s go inside then,” he said.

He stepped closer, invading my personal space, and looked directly at me, his eyes dark and desperate. I felt threatened and flattered at the same time. I didn’t know what to do. It felt as though my groin, my heart and my head were engaging in an argument about which I had no real say. So who was I at that moment? What was I? Who was in charge here?

I could put my key back into the lock and open the door. I could push it open and go inside. The alarm system would beep and I would turn it off at the panel inside. He would follow me. We would stand in the dark hallway…

“You need to make a proper appointment, James,” I said, snapping back into professional mode. “It’s late and I need to get home. But I can give you a lift home again, first, if you wish.”

“Don’t you want me then?” he asked.

“It’s not a question of what I want,” I said, moving off in the direction of my car.

“I want to suck you too!” he shouted out, from three or four steps behind me. I looked around. Fortunately, the street was deserted. “I want to take off your trousers and suck your cock.” I stopped and turned back. He glared at me, his hands in his pockets, his body trembling. “Don’t you want my young boy cock in your mouth?” he asked. He looked like he couldn’t understand why I hadn’t pounced on him.

“As I said, it’s not a matter of what I want.”

“Fucking liar!” he replied. “You said you wanted to play with me! It’s only half-an-hour before the law lets you anyway. I don’t mind waiting!” Once again, he looked back at the door of the club and beckoned at it with his head. “I’ve got a seven incher,” he added.

“A seven incher?” I said. “That’s a small telly.” I couldn’t help myself. I started laughing uncontrollably. Something had clicked inside me and was making things right. I was starting to see the universal joke. James, however, was not so quick. He kicked at the floor angrily. He looked hateful at that moment. I acted fast.

“OK, sorry, James,” I said. “Just my little joke. OK, let’s go back inside. It’s too cold out here.”

I walked past him back to the door of the club, opened it, and he followed me inside. I quickly silenced the alarm and turned on the hall lights. The door clicked shut behind us.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
6 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

“Follow me,” I said. I ascended the stairs with him behind me. I felt nervous about being groped from behind, but that was a silly thought. He would want me to make the first real move. For all his bravado, I knew he was very shy sexually.

We got to my office and I switched on the subdued side lighting.

“Want a drink?” I asked him.

“What you got?” He sat down in the middle of the sofa that faced my desk.

“Gin. Tonic. Lemonade. Fresh orange. Oh, and a can of Italian beer,” I told him, peering into the mini-fridge.

“Beer, please,” he answered.

I removed the can of beer and fetched a glass from the cabinet. I poured myself a gin and tonic, a large one.

“Cheers!” I said, handing him the glass.

“Cheers!” he repeated. We each took a swig of our drink. I had to decide whether to sit beside him or at my desk. I sat beside him. There was a gap of about six inches between our bodies. I sat back and waited.

There is a song that always brings me to tears at a certain specific point. It always cho kes me up. It is an old song, 1960s, and was a hit for Marlene Dietrich. It is called Where Have All The Flowers Gone. She recorded it in at least three different languages with the same orchestral arrangement. I know the English, French and German versions. It is the arrangement that gets me. She sings first of flowers, then of young girls and, in the third verse, of young men. The song is all about young men. They are really the flowers that have gone, destroyed by war. As the third verse begins, as she asks where the young men have gone, the strings come in with a sharp pizzicato effect which melts me to the core.

I walked over to the side cabinet and placed the album on the turn-table. I found the track and lowered the arm of the record-player. The song began and I returned to my seat beside the lad, the boy, the young man.

Once the song was over, I went and turned the machine off. Neither of us had spoken as she sang. He had sat and listened. He had indulged me in something.

“Would you like a job here?” I asked him.

“What?” he said. “In a queer club!”

“Yes, in a queer club.”

“You filthy old man,” he said, half humorously, half seriously disgusted. ”Want me to die of AIDS, do you?”

I knew only one person from my whole life who had died of AIDS. I didn’t know why the club had escaped it. Maybe it was because we catered mainly for married men.

“I don’t want you to die of anything, James,” I told him. “I want you to have a long and fulfilling life.” I paused. “I can pay you a good wage, enough for you to get your own flat.”

I had in mind a job for him that would keep him near to me, keep him away from the prying hands of the customers, and yet give him the chance to play as much as he wanted with anyone who might be around, a guest or an Apostle. He had the perfect name for an Apostle but that is not what I wanted him for. I didn’t want to think of him as a top, bottom or sexually versatile human being. He meant something else to me.

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By *ow22Man
6 weeks ago

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By *imbridMan
6 weeks ago

Bridlington

Brilliant as always, can’t wait for more!!

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By *rgeo OP   Man
6 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

It was a quarter to midnight. He'd gone quiet. We were still sitting side-by-side on the sofa. From the corner of my eye, I could see that he had his hand on his crotch, squeezing himself. I could easily have reached over and played with him. Normally I would. Normally, any young man in my office was fair game because they knew why they were there. This time, however, I didn't know why James was there or where he had come from or what he represented. It was a mystery. I wasn't going to throw away the chance to find out more about it by interfering in it, by manipulating things any more than I already had done. The offer of a job to him was far enough. The mystery had to reveal itself, not get tainted by what I wanted of it.

"I was twenty two before I had sex with anyone," I blurted out, not sure where this intimate confession was leading. "Twenty two." He stopped playing with himself and turned to look at me. I was looking across the room.

"The first man I went to bed with didn't believe it was my first time. I think he thought I was saying it to impress him. It probably scared him off. I never saw him again."

I remembered a slim, pale face, a thin moustache, a hungry look in the eyes. I remembered his name, which for years gave me a pang, but which now meant nothing.

"Then came a married men. We did it in his car, a Vauxhall Astra." I coughed to clear my throat. "Then a Greek Cypriot, a postman, with very strong breath." I remembered his name too. I hadn't thought of him in years. Today his breath would turn me on; then it put me off. "And a Mexican student, whose name I've forgotten. He virtually rap ed me. He wanted me to leave as soon as he had come."

I realised why I was telling him all this

"It's up to you what you do with men," I told him. "You're in charge, you just don't know it yet."

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By *rgeo OP   Man
6 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

"You're not my first, if that's what you think," he said, sounding quite dismissive.

"I know," I said. "You're probably doing things with guys in a park or a toilet." He remained silent. I too went silent for a while. I finished the remains of my drink. He was halfway through his beer.

"The point is, James, that in five minutes time you're officially a man, an adult. You can now be an adult about sex. No-one can stop you."

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"I'm not sure, James," I said. "All I know is that it took me a long time to work out what I was as a sexual being. You can..."

"But you've always been a queer. You just said so," he protested.

"Yes, I know. I don't mean that. I mean that for years I didn't appreciate my queerness. I am queer, by the way, not a queer. There's a difference. Being a queer implies a certain sense of identity. Being queer means one's whole identity is in doubt."

It had turned midnight.

"Whip it out then, your seven inches. I'll suck you off and you can fuck off out of my life." It was said with a mixture of anger - but not at him - passion, and love. The love was very much aimed at him.

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6 weeks ago

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Excitedly, he fumbled with his jeans, unbuttoning them to reveal a pair of grey boxer shorts. He pulled down his shorts to reveal a long, meaty, but very flaccid cock.

"Go on, then," he said, "Tuck in!"

I rocked with laughter, slapping my hands on my knees. We were safe. He had saved us as much as I had.

"What's so funny?" he complained. I laughed even louder.

"Oh, James," I said, "I can't help loving you!" I reached over to give him a hug. He backed away, nervously. I stopped still. We were safe but not yet sound.

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6 weeks ago

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“Alright, I’ll show you what’s funny,” I said. I unzipped my trousers and pulled them down to my knees. I peeled down my pants to expose my sleeping cock.

“See?”

He began to laugh too, seeing the state of me. I joined in the laughter and it built up as we gazed at one another’s limp penises.

I pulled up my pants and trousers and stood up. He stayed where he was, unsure of what to do next. I sensed he would not want to leave without some kind of sexual resolution. He played with it in his hands for a few seconds.

“Give me a chance,” he said, still laughing, “I’ll soon get it hard.”

But the tension had disappeared from our relationship. Without tension, sexual appeal diminishes. Without tension, there is no longer a power game to play.

“Would you like to work for me?” I asked him again. “You don’t need to answer now, but think about it. We’ll work out what your roles and duties will be together.” I don’t know why I said all this; it was unlike me.

“If you want to have a wank, I can put on some porn for you,” I offered. “You can bring yourself off while I go have a quick shower.” There were plenty of interesting videos in the bottom drawer of my desk.

“Won’t you join me?” he queried.

“Not tonight,” I said. “Maybe some other time. Besides, you don’t turn me on.” I was now making things worse.

He pulled up his jeans angrily and refastened himself, rising from his seat. I thought he might throw his tumbler of beer at me. He stood facing me, glaring at me, his hands making fists. Seeing him like this I felt immediately aroused. The thuggishness of him appealed to a particular part of my libido. The power game had begun again. It was something internal as well as external. It played out within me inwardly just as much as it played out between two people. I wanted him to beat me up and ra pe me. I wanted that from him. It shocked me to realise it there and then.

I fell to my knees and wept. My body shook with the terror and shame of it. I couldn’t hold it back. I was on all fours, like a dog, my hands outstretched on the carpet.

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6 weeks ago

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By *TRAPON BOSSTV/TS
6 weeks ago

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6 weeks ago

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When I finally recovered and got up, James had disappeared. I wasn't to see him again for many weeks.

In the meantime, I felt it was necessary to find a couple more of the versatile guys, older or younger wouldn't matter. There was a personal motive behind it, not just a professional one. I wanted to find someone who could help me explore what I had just discovered about myself. It was the shock of seeing this deeper aspect of my sexuality. To me it felt at that level just as wrong to want to be abused as to abuse. It felt nothing like the public humiliation of my bukkake episode because that was all carefully planned. This felt like something dark and inchoate deep inside myself. It felt prehistoric, something that existed before there was ever the thought of a human race.

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By *lasgow verse 60s guyMan
6 weeks ago

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And it felt like it was needed

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6 weeks ago

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"And it felt like it was needed"

How do you mean, Par?

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6 weeks ago

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However, one night, at about three o’clock in the morning, I awoke, after several hours of sleep, with a raging erection. It was unusual for me to awake in this state in the middle of the night. My morning wood was common enough but this felt strange. I played with myself, hoping to relieve the tension in my body. I pushed back the bed sheets and rubbed my cock, using some of its own moisture to help. After a few minutes, I remained as hard as ever, but no closer to coming to a conclusion. I pictured several men and several scenarios, but nothing helped move me forward. None of the usual sexual images that I played around with in my mind were having any effect. It started to feel painful and I was getting desperate to climax, if only in order to be able to go back to sleep. I thought of Thomas, of Mark II, of Luke and Mark II together, of a dozen other memories and situations. I even thought of Antony and conjured up a scenario in my head where he beat me up and rap ed me. Then I switched to the same kind of thoughts of assault, but this time with James as the protagonist. Nothing happened to improve things. I was no closer to coming than I had been about fifteen minutes ago. I considered waking Luke and asking him to help me. He would not have minded being disturbed for this. Then I imagined two strangers, two unfamiliar men, lads really, who jumped on me in the dark, punched and kicked me, dragged me into a dark corner, and at knife-point took it in turns to ra pe me. My cock stayed hard and the feelings of powerlessness were certainly arousing, but however hard I tried I could not finish. By now, I was getting beyond desperate. I was starting to wonder if this was a medical condition.

Then I called for help. I begged for release. I pleaded as loud and as violently as I could inside my own head. But who was it that I was calling to? Whose name should I attach to my petition? Out of nowhere it came and immediately I felt the familiar flood of warmth and reassurance that comes to me just before orgasm.

“Please, father,” I begged, “Please let me come! Oh, daddy, please!”

I pumped out five or six shots into the air above my stomach as my hips jerked upwards. I cried out with the pain of release. It was the most intense orgasm of my entire existence. God had answered my prayer.

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6 weeks ago

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Part Three

We were all gathered in the dungeon. It was the only space in the club large enough to hold everybody comfortably. The lights were on and people were milling about, finding a spot to stand beside a friend or perched on a bench or bed. It was a day when The Apostles Club was closed for a deep clean. Later, all the Apostles would chip in and work away at scrubbing and disinfecting surfaces throughout the rooms upstairs and the dungeon down here. I often imagined a crime being committed here, a gruesome murder perhaps, and the police coming in with their luminol. I always reckoned that there wouldn’t be one square inch of the place that didn’t glow with semen. Blood would also appear in a few places, of course, aside from the fictional murder site, because accidents always happen in workplaces. There had been blood from my bottom on more than one occasion, traces of which would surely remain somewhere, albeit at a microscopic level.

The meeting had been arranged so that I could propose and get comments on a new event. We wanted to try what I initially thought of as a rodeo, where young submissive lads would be ridden by our more aggressive guests. As the plans got discussed and argued about, it was felt better to make it more of a circus or a carnival event, with different stalls offering different delicacies. There would be an edging table, for example, where someone like Antony would spend time keeping two or three restrained lads from shooting their loads for about half-an-hour. There would be a milking machine, set up to extract as much semen as possible from willing, eager victims. There would be a set of larger gloryholes built, designed so that a man could be penetrated comfortably with total anonymity. And there would be what came to be called pig pens, where men would be placed arse-facing to accommodate any top or versatile guys who wished to fuck an obliging hole. Finally, there would be various fetish opportunities like nipple play, water sports and tickling.

Having finished announcing these proposals, I suggested a short break before the deep clean began and that we should all reconvene later to hear comments and suggestions, towards the end of the afternoon. Everyone got paid extra on a deep clean day. The atmosphere was lively, playful and positive.

Paul came up to me discreetly and told me that there was a young lad waiting to see me in my office.

“Apparently, he has an appointment with you,” he said, “But there is nothing in your diary.”

James was sitting in his spot in the middle of the sofa. He stood up as I entered the room. I asked Paul to fetch us some drinks.

“Fancy a cup of tea or coffee?” I asked James.

“A cup of tea, please,” he answered politely, smiling at Paul.

He was wearing much more formal attire, like those a lad might wear for a job interview. His jacket was a little too big for his lean frame, the sleeves too short for his long arms. He looked very sweet. I was so glad to see him I could have hugged him with glee, but I held back.

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By *lasgow verse 60s guyMan
6 weeks ago

Glasgow

Careful. Restraint will pay off

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6 weeks ago

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"Careful. Restraint will pay off"

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6 weeks ago

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“How can I help you?” I asked him, warm but brisk in my approach. I wanted to apologise for how our last encounter had ended, but I decided to wait until he had spoken.

“What kind of job would you want me to do here, if I said yes to your offer?” he asked.

“Well, as I said, if I remember rightly, we’d work that out between ourselves. I mean, how good are your math skills, for example? Or your English skills? Or anything else that you think you could offer?”

“Not my cock-sucking skills then?” he asked in all seriousness.

“No, not those. I don’t see you as an Apostle.”

“Why not?”

I paused and made sure I had the right wording. I didn’t want to antagonise him with a careless remark.

“Well, James, first of all, you’re too young to be an Apostle. Maybe when you turn twenty we could consider it. At eighteen you’d be our youngest ever and it could cause difficulties, for you and for us. Some of the older men would be on to you like bees round a freshly opened flower, desperate to suck the pollen from you, or desperate for you to suck them.” I paused again. “Would you say you are a top or a bottom in bed? Or perhaps you don’t even know what you are yet.”

“I’m not sure, Sir,” he said and my eyes shot up involuntarily at the title he bestowed upon me. This was an interesting development. What had happened for him to change his demeanour so rapidly?

“So that would be part of the job!” I exclaimed, seeing an answer. “You would be an apprentice Apostle, our very first one, in fact. You’d be free to wander around the club, engage with the others, Apostles and guests, gain whatever experience you felt you needed.” I paused again, trying to remember some of what I had said to him last time about becoming an adult. “And forget about what I said about being an adult, sexually. There is no such thing. You saw that with your own eyes last time you were here. And I’m sorry about that.” He smiled at me and nodded his head respectfully, listening, not interrupting. “You have to make your own mistakes in your own time.”

Afterwards, I took him on a tour of the building, introduced him to as many of the Apostles as I could find who were free to talk without being disturbed at their work. I showed him the different areas of the club and explained what went on in each of them. Finally, I took him down to the dungeon, which was still brightly lit. Everywhere smelt of disinfectant and polish. It was a bit overwhelming.

On our journey through the club he met and chatted briefly to Antony, both the Marks, Sarvesh, John, Thomas and Paul. He met several others too, but they don’t figure in our story and their names are now forgotten. As they chatted and I listened, I realised that he had quite good people skills. He asked pertinent, relevant questions and gave open and honest answers when questioned himself. I found out he was living with his mother and his sister, that his father was in prison, and that his grandfather had killed someone and was serving a life sentence. Privately, to me alone, he revealed that he had a huge crush on his friend Darren. That was why he had gone along with the scheme to intimidate a club member a few months back. He wanted to impress Darren without showing him the true nature of his feelings. Darren had since moved away to a job further north, but they still met up occasionally.

“What about this job, then?” I asked. “Will you tell anyone?”

“I doubt it,” he answered.

“That’s maybe the wisest thing at the moment,” I agreed. “At least until you’ve settled in here and know that we are right for you.” I had a bright idea. I would tell him about the event we were planning and see whether he had any suggestions. It would take a lot of precise organisation and that was the part that most worried me.

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By *lasgow verse 60s guyMan
6 weeks ago

Glasgow

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By *onny Zoom-zoomMan
6 weeks ago

Moreton-in-Marsh

This is an AMAZING piece of writing x

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By *ookiechefMan
6 weeks ago

saxmundham

This just keeps getting better, please keep going!!!

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6 weeks ago

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6 weeks ago

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"This just keeps getting better, please keep going!!!"

Your wish is my command.

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6 weeks ago

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"This is an AMAZING piece of writing x"

Thank you, Jonny! Just make sure that when you are travelling to West Midlands you let me know... I would love to be zoom-zoomed by someone like you...

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6 weeks ago

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James started as our apprentice Apostle the following week. He came to the club as any guest would, dressed casually, mingling in with them. No-one else knew about his appointment, not even Paul, though at home, privately, I had intimated to Luke that I was trying out a new idea. I mentioned to him about possibly having apprentices in the club, though I didn't tell him James's name. In the end, I didn't have to. In the end, Luke spoke to me of a young chap called James who had been very interested in him, who had been following him around a lot. Normally, the Apostles had enough appointments with our silver and gold subscribers to keep them busy throughout the week. However, at quiet times, they were all free to do as they liked. Sometimes one of our standard subscribers got a nice surprise. They might end up being fucked by Antony, for instance, or having a chance to fuck Mark or John. Obviously, the good-looking men got first choice at them. But it was up to the boys themselves who they went with.

James was obviously very taken with Luke. I was curious to find out how things would develop. It was interesting to see that James was chasing after a collared bottom boy. I had almost made up my mind that secretly he wanted to be one himself.

In the end, it turned out slightly differently. James proved to be quite versatile in his tastes and behaviours. Late on the Tuesday afternoon he managed to get Luke to himself. Apparently, according to Luke, he got given the best seeing-to that he had had for a very long time. They both came twice too. I was starting to feel jealous, but not sure why and of whom. Part of me had wanted to take James's virginity myself; part of me wanted nothing to do with it.

Not his literal virginity, of course. I suspect that had been taken quite a few years before. But his Apostle virginity mattered more to me. He was a man now and choosing freely from among the many offerings our club provided. I was jealous perhaps that he had chosen Luke. It was all down to the way that Luke spoke of him. I could tell that the two men had made an impression on each other. James's name kept getting mentioned at home.

It was the beginning of a big affair for them. In the end, it was the beginning of the end of me and Luke living together. But not yet, not for several more months. By then, James had proved himself a valuable asset. He assisted wonderfully with our carnival event, working out a rota, planning the timings of activities and breaks.

Sarvesh came to see me one day about James. He was a little reluctant to speak, but I could tell that he had something on his mind. He asked me a few questions first, general stuff, then wanted to know if James was going to be staying with us. I sensed a problem coming. It was about drugs. James was possibly bringing cocaine into the club.

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6 weeks ago

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By now, James' role as apprentice was known throughout the club, though we kept it hidden from our guests. To them he was just a young regular who must have a lot of money. As time went on, he did much more work behind the scenes in my office, so he was not always on public display. At this time too, we were considering extending the club, moving into the attic space above with a conversion into offices. That would free up more space on the first floor.

One day, as I was wandering around myself, hungry for a bit of cock, I ended up in a cubicle with a man from Scotland. As we lay there afterwards, I heard two voices from the cubicle next door and realised it was James and Luke together. Once my Scottish laddie had gone, I locked the door and listened.

"Where did you get this stuff?" asked Luke, "It's fucking great!"

"I have my contacts," said James.

At the time, naïvely, I didn't relate what they were talking about to drugs. I assumed James was showing off something he was wearing. Luke was a fan of designer gear and James occasionally arrived with the latest fashion accessory, especially watches. He seemed to have an endless supply of them.

"Have you thought any more about it though?" asked James. "We could share a place easily now that I'm working."

"Ssh!" said Luke. "Not so loud."

It went quiet and I could hear moans. They were cuddling one another, I supposed.

"I love you so much," said Luke. "Wait and see. It will all work out well."

This part of their conversation was clearer. I was deeply shocked, but determined not to worry. It would have been easy to call out, to confront them both, but I wanted time to think.

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By *lasgow verse 60s guyMan
6 weeks ago

Glasgow

Oh dear. If James is bringing stuff in to the club he needs to go, whatever the cost to the club or to you. Get him out fast before word gets out that he has stuff

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6 weeks ago

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6 weeks ago

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After hearing what Sarvesh had told me, I acted immediately, but not quite in the way one might expect.

"Thank you, Sarv," I said. "You have done the right thing. Thank you for thinking of the club."

He took a step closer to me.

"It is not just the club, Sir," he said. "It is you. It hurts me to see you are in any kind of danger. And drugs are danger."

I rose from my desk and went over to him. I took his face in my hands and gazed into his dark brown eyes. His expressions of loyalty had touched me.

"Sir," he said, "I hope you know that you can have me at any time." His eyes twinkled. He was being very serious. This took a lot of courage.

"What do you mean, Sarv?" I asked, only half sure.

"I am yours, Sir, for you to use as you wish. You are my one true master, Sir. I trust you know that."

I stepped back a little to see him better. His face was looking upwards. He was waiting for instructions. His body was shaking with nerves.

"Come here," I told him. He came towards me and, as he approached, I went up to him and held him tight around the waist, pulling him into me. "Will you do anything I ask of you?"

"Yes, Sir!" he replied. "You know you have full control of me, Sir. Thank you, Sir."

I moved back. His bare chest heaved. I admired the black hairs around his chest and the line of them down to his groin. His head remained high, showing off the collar around his neck. I was as stiff as a ram rod, whatever the hell that means.

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By *lasgow verse 60s guyMan
6 weeks ago

Glasgow

Sarvesh has the utmost repect for you and rightly so. Treat him well, as he is treating you

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By *oy2017Man
6 weeks ago

Frome

OMG. !! This is such a lovely essay. All the twists and turns of the inhabitants lives. I am really enjoying it.

Thank you for writing it. I look forward to the next issue.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
6 weeks ago

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Actually, I'm aware of what it means. A ram rod was a metal pole used to load a musket. It would push down the charge nearer to the explosive.

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6 weeks ago

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"Please, Sir," said Sarvesh. "I am desperate to serve you, Sir."

Probably he had ten appointments a week at the club. He was very popular. After a busy week, the Apostles were permitted to take a few days leave, but Sarv never bothered. They were only allowed to take two bookings a day, for their own bodies' sake, but could play or rest in-between men. Their two-day weekend breaks rotated, so sometimes they were off Saturday/Sunday and sometimes it Monday/Tuesday or Thursday/Friday.

I wanted to give him a nice reward, but knew that it would mean a lot to him that my pleasure was forefront in it.

"Have you ever had your prostate massaged?" I asked him.

He nodded vigorously, excited.

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6 weeks ago

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"No, Sir," he said. "But I have heard of it, Sir. I want to receive it, Sir, if you deem me worthy."

Having cleared everything off, I took him by the hand and positioned him comfortably over my desk, placing two cushions there from the sofa for him to rest his body on. I lowered his shorts, removed them, and spread apart his legs. His cute hairy bottom stuck out from the side of the desk. From a drawer in the cabinet I took out a large towel and draped it over his head. I went over to the sofa, took off all my clothes and went back to him.

His body was moving up and down as he breathed. His hands held the edges of the desk.

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By *aste_of_a_ManMan
6 weeks ago

Glasgow

This must be one of the best stories I’ve ever read.

How great it would be to have such a club close by, I’d be a gold member.

Every word gets me harder, please keep going.

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6 weeks ago

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"This must be one of the best stories I’ve ever read.

How great it would be to have such a club close by, I’d be a gold member.

Every word gets me harder, please keep going. "

We are thinking of introducing platinum membership subscriptions, which allows members to call out Apostles to visit them at home. There would be no limit to the call-outs, just a maximum of one a day.

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By *aste_of_a_ManMan
6 weeks ago

Glasgow

I’d be happy to visit the revenue and play.

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6 weeks ago

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As I dug into him with my cock, I couldn’t help thinking about James and Luke. The thought of them together annoyed and aroused me in equal measure. The latest information about the suspected use of drugs in the club was something I had never had to think about before in regard to my employees. But, then again, James was an apprentice Apostle only and mistakes are an important part of any process of learning. It didn’t panic me to hear that he may be using cocaine. At that moment, too, it never occurred to me that he may be sharing it or selling it to others in the club. The only evidence that Sarvesh could share with me at present was that he saw James coming out of a toilet with white powder around his nose. It was all circumstantial evidence. It got me thinking of the luminol again. There would be some more splashes of cum on this carpet before too long, I realised.

I withdrew my cock from Sarvesh and knelt down behind him. I wiped myself with a few tissues and gently nibbled at his pert, hairy bottom. My teeth bit carefully into his flesh. My lips and nose were tickled by his hairs. He smelt heavenly, washed, perfumed, tender, in spite of having endured my prolonged session of ramming, or perhaps tender because of it. Either way, it was delightful to get my face into him. Probably it was oud I could smell, a favourite scent of his, which he had told me about before.

I quickly checked my finger-nails to make sure they were not too sharp. I must have cut them about two days ago so they were still short enough, thankfully. All the while I had been plowing him he had remained very quiet, whimpering slightly just a couple of times, moving his arms a little and never lifting his head. He felt warm and cosy to the touch, the hairs on his back and legs inviting frequent strokes and kisses.

“You’re just a hole to me,” I said. “You know that, don’t you?” I asked him.

He quivered and moaned. I pushed into him gently with a wet finger.

“Yes, Sir! Yes, Sir!” he muttered, excitedly. His buttocks tensed around my forefinger.

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By *uv2b4uMan
6 weeks ago

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I can feel my buttocks tensing around my finger right now !!!!

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6 weeks ago

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"I can feel my buttocks tensing around my finger right now !!!!"

Cheeky pants!

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6 weeks ago

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I couldn’t quite reach what I wanted to get at so I changed fingers, using my longer middle finger. Well-lubricated, it slipped inside him and I pushed down as hard as I could until I felt the edge of his prostate gland, like a little nut inside his bottom. As I rubbed it gently side to side he murmured involuntarily, rocking back and forth a little across the desk, as if urging me to dig deeper and press harder.

I stood up with my finger still inside him. It gave me a better sense of purchase on his prostate. I bent over his body and pulled away the towel with my teeth, throwing it to the floor. He turned his head to meet mine, our eyes bore into one another. I kept a cold, hard expression on my face. He looked completely vulnerable and close to tears. He kept making short, sharp grunting noises, as though gasping for air. He opened his mouth and drew loud, heavy breaths, all the while looking deep into my eyes. My cock was rigid again and I wanted so much to fuck him one more time, to come again, to forget everything except this. He gave a long, low moan and jerked his hips. I felt beneath him with my other hand as a stream of liquid dripped from his penis. I took the liquid and rubbed it into my own cock, bringing myself to orgasm in a few seconds. I collapsed on top of him, withdrawing my finger and holding his arms tightly. Our bodies rose and fell as we breathed together.

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6 weeks ago

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I heard a sound behind me and turned to see what had caused it. I saw the door of my office closing softly, the handle rising back into place. Someone had been watching us.

I continued lying on top of Sarvesh for another minute or so. I got up and helped him up too. Turning round, I found James was sitting on the sofa, in his usual middle seat position. He had his flies open and his exposed erect cock was in his hands. I froze, astonished. Sarvesh too, didn't know what to do. Quickly he gathered his clothes, dressed, bowed and made to leave the room.

"Wait, Sarv," I said. "Just wait a minute." I myself was also getting dressed, glaring at the lad on the sofa, transfixed by what he had in his hands.

"How long have you been there?" I asked him.

"About two minutes," he said, moaning.

"And who was that who left?" I asked.

"Luke," he said, gasping. "We had something to tell you, but he decided to chicken out," he breathed heavily. I felt like smacking him. Either that or commending him on his honesty. He was lying back in his seat now, about to ejaculate. Sarvesh and I just stood and watched. His whole body jerked and his cock pumped out a huge jet of semen which splashed back on to the cushionless sofa. Another jet flew out and hit his trouser leg. Then three more followed and he was drenched in the stuff.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
6 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

James came home with me that night. He would spend the night with Luke. We would all talk together in the morning, which was going to be a day off work for all three of us, weekend rota or not.

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By *lasgow verse 60s guyMan
6 weeks ago

Glasgow

And the needs might be met but will there be honesty from James?

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By *rgeo OP   Man
6 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

What is love? Perhaps it was treating Sarvesh as nothing but a hole. It made him come alive. It gave him such joy. It completed him in the moment; and therefore it completed me too. In that moment of sexual action, I was nothing but a rod. I didn’t have to think about a thing and neither did he. That’s love because neither of us existed. We had stepped aside for one another.

What is love? Perhaps it was watching James masturbate himself on my couch. After the shock of seeing him there, shock combined with anger at his arrogance and my residual feelings of jealousy and distrust because of what he might be doing with Luke and the drugs, there was only a sense of awe. Here was a man, barely more than a boy, fully exposed, revelling in an urge to disappear into the depths of his own sexual needs, regardless of any consequences. That’s love too because only a force of nature existed, not an older and a younger man, not a boss and his apprentice, not a father and a son. For a few seconds the veil was lifted, the masks were gone; there was only the urgent, twitching body, dying to itself in orgasm.

What is love? Perhaps it was making tea for Luke each morning, with the divine sacred smell of his feet still in my nostrils, knowing that one day he would leave me, as we all leave one another, through accident or design, through disease or old age, through boredom or betrayal. That’s love because we were making the best of a temporary arrangement. We were doing what every human being upon earth does. We were muddling through.

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By *lasgow verse 60s guyMan
6 weeks ago

Glasgow

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By *uv2b4uMan
6 weeks ago

carlisle

If this is muddling , I'm in !!

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By *rgeo OP   Man
6 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

So James moved in with Luke and me, permanently. There was plenty of room for the three of us. I had my own bedroom and study; they had their own room. The rest of the house was communal. There was even a downstairs shower room, which I commandeered, leaving them the large bathroom next to their bedroom. I left them to it in the morning, refraining from disturbing them in bed. A couple of times a week, Luke would come into my bedroom. He and I would still have fun together. But I held back from doing anything with James, even though they had asked me to join them for a threesome. I didn't mind denying myself; I wanted to wait. It was a new and very intense experience for me, to have someone so desirable so close and so willing. Fortunately, he didn't push it either. He was engrossed with Luke anyway, as Luke was with him.

"I love it when you come in here," I said to Luke, "But you don't have to." We were cuddled up together on my single bed. "Don't ever feel like you owe me any favours."

He took my hand and put it on his ragingly hard cock. I had finished fucking him and he had also shot a large load.

"Does this feel like a favour?" he asked. "You get me hard every time. You do things with me that no-one else does."

"And James?" I asked, smiling.

"It's different with him. We are more like equals. With you, I am not even a human being, let alone an equal."

I knew what he meant. Our sex life had always been and would always be an animalistic action. Our affection for one another came in at the end of this action. With James, the affection was the action.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
6 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

I never resolved the drug issue. I never said a word about it to anybody else. It seemed to go away of its own accord. There were no more comments about James from Sarv or from anyone.

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By *lasgow verse 60s guyMan
6 weeks ago

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6 weeks ago

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By *rgeo OP   Man
6 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

The Apostle Carnival was a big success. We had a few flyers and posters printed, the colouring of which emphasised the word 'carnal' lying in plain sight within the word 'carnival.' These were given out for display in a few gay-friendly pubs. Gold and silver subscribers gained free admission. Those on standard subscription had a fee to pay. From the flyers in the pubs we picked up a handful of new subscribers.

The Apostles Club had always been a bit of a vanity project for me, a moral indulgence. From some perspectives, it was probably an immoral indulgence too. There had always been such places for men, in back rooms of pubs, at health clubs, at leisure centres, where they could entertain one another discreetly, but always with a certain degree of risk. Also, the gay saunas which opened, as the 1970s embraced the freedoms granted by the 1967 Sexual Offences Act, gave us other places to relax and enjoy ourselves.

But I wanted a place where a nervous youngster or a jaded pensioner could find someone who would bring them some form of sexual satisfaction. I also wanted to give straight married men a comfortable environment in which to explore some of their own specific fantasies. It wasn't about turning a straight man queer. It was about straight men being able to have a better relationship with queerness per se.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
6 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

In that respect, we were all winners. And somehow through the 1990s and into the 2000s we kept on winning. The Apostles had to get tested for STIs every three months. We had initially considered making a clean bill of sexual health a condition of membership, but it would have been impossible to monitor let alone guarantee. It all had to be done on trust. As long as The Apostles had some level of protection, I was happy.

Perhaps, as with my inaction over James and the suspicion about his drugs, doing nothing is also a form of love.

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By *lasgow verse 60s guyMan
6 weeks ago

Glasgow


"Perhaps, as with my inaction over James and the suspicion about his drugs, doing nothing is also a form of love. "

Perhaps, but love can be tough too. Too much kindness can hurt as much as a lack of love

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By *uncan48Man
6 weeks ago

South Northants

This is just stunning x x

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By *rgeo OP   Man
6 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON


"This is just stunning x x "

Thanks! Would love to get the Duncan treatment and look into your lovely blue eyes as you sucked my cock...

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By *reyunMan
6 weeks ago

Perth

Loved this sentiment about the jaded pensioner….(me!)

As well as the rest of the story so far. It’s so well written, erotic, sensuous, and loving.

Many thanks

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By *rgeo OP   Man
6 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON


"Loved this sentiment about the jaded pensioner….(me!)

As well as the rest of the story so far. It’s so well written, erotic, sensuous, and loving.

Many thanks "

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By *rgeo OP   Man
6 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

One day, alone at home, I went into their bedroom and lay down on their bed. It was early afternoon, about three o’clock. Luke would be home about seven o’clock; James would be home any time now. I stripped and put my clothes in a neat pile on the floor. I was wearing only my black briefs, black socks and my watch. I was inclined to cover my head with something, a towel or a blanket, but I refrained. I lay there and fell asleep, face down on top of the duvet, a pillow under my chest and another pillow under my waist, raising my hips slightly.

A short while later, I heard the sound of the front door opening and closing. It was a wooden door and was sticking in the wet weather, requiring us to slam it shut quite hard. I woke up and waited. Eventually, after about ten minutes, someone came into the bedroom. I heard a short, sharp gasp. They were standing behind me in the doorway. I heard the clicks and rustles of clothes being removed. A hand touched one of my feet and started to play with it. The hand felt cold. Then a warmth came, from a mouth sucking on my toes. The hands moved up my legs, massaging my calf muscles. Suddenly, the whole of his body was on top of mine. His lips were nibbling at my ears, the sound of his breath exciting me. His hands found mine and gripped them tightly. His erection pressed into the small of my back. I closed my eyes as he reached round with his lips to kiss me. I didn’t want to see him; I didn’t even want to be seen. I wanted this to be a dream.

Inside me, he moved slowly and gently, lovingly, painlessly. I had been expecting to be hurt, but I wasn’t. There was no sharp sting or resistance as he entered me and fucked me, taking from me yet another part of my virginity. His hands found my nipples and with his fingers he sent me off into a wild, grateful ecstasy. I knew he wasn’t real and I knew that I wasn’t real either, that we were both characters in a fiction, but I also knew that the fiction had tremendous significance. I breathed in and out, surrendering to it, thankful for it, blessed by it, changed by it. I felt a new story beginning, something else rising from the scattered fragments of my brain.

He didn’t come and neither did I. Somehow, we just stopped. He rose from the bed, and I heard him dressing. He went off to the toilet. A few minutes later, I got up, dressed myself and went downstairs. He was in the kitchen making me a cup of tea. He checked with me for the right amount of milk, as though he didn’t already know. But he knew. He knew everything about me. I knew everything about him. It was the only time we ever had sex.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
6 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

James became a fully-fledged Apostle on his nineteenth birthday. He was the youngest of the group by about four years. His initiation, at his own request, was a club orgy. This meant that everyone present had to be willing to engage sexually with everyone else, no exceptions. For the Apostles, this was easy. This was their daily bread. Their trespasses were forgiven. For some of the guests, however, this would be an issue and so we had to run it on a Monday, at special invitation only. On Mondays, the club was now closed for usual business. It became a regular cleaning day as well as a chance to perform regular maintenance on the fabric of the place, repairing torn seating, changing stained carpets, fixing loose plumbing, et cetera. We chose a Monday just after Christmas, not too long after his birthday but not on the day itself. On his birthday, he received his jacket and insignia, marking him as a top Apostle. Probably, truthfully, he was more versatile than anyone else there, but he was keen to be perceived as a top. It felt right. Privately, nothing to do with his Apostleship, I presented him with a watch, a Tag Heuer Grand Carrera, like my own. In thanks, he kissed me full on the lips.

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By *unwithuMan
6 weeks ago

Manchester

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6 weeks ago

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By *rgeo OP   Man
6 weeks ago

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It is time therefore to give you a list of all the Apostles.

Fortunately, Paul's record-keeping is good, and I can confidently say that these details are a correct record of all the Apostles present at the club orgy in honour of the initiation of James into their rank.

The bottom Apostles were: George, John, Mark, Luke, Sarvesh, Simon, Thomas and Timothy.

The top Apostles were: Adam, Amir, Antony, Aron, Mark II, Matthew, Peter and Xavier.

The versatile Apostles remain nameless, as is their right. They walk amongst us unseen. There were eight of them. One of them had the name and the face of an angel; that is all I can tell you.

Needless to say, I have had sex with all of them. Important to say, I love them all. I don't have any fixed type of man, you see. It is maleness in all its forms that inspires me.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
6 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

The guests who attended the orgy must also remain anonymous. There were about forty people altogether, including the Apistles. Ideally, I would have filmed it and shown you the video. However, I shall do my best to recall and describe what happened, giving at least some flavour of the event. There were one or two highlights. James, being the star of the show, got the most attention, obviously. But it was a joint effort and some of the Apostles whom I have not yet mentioned in great detail came to the fore.

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By *lasgow verse 60s guyMan
6 weeks ago

Glasgow

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By *reyunMan
6 weeks ago

Perth

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By *ravelguyMan
6 weeks ago

Ipswich

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By *TRAPON BOSSTV/TS
6 weeks ago

Waterford Ireland

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6 weeks ago

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6 weeks ago

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The Apostles wore their uniforms as for normal opening hours: the bottoms with shorts and collars; the tops with their jackets and trousers. But the other versatile guys just wore towels, mingling with the guests in their towels. It made it less obvious who was who, a bit more exciting. The whole thing took place in the dungeon, which was just about large enough to cater for sixty randy men. The place was lit quite brightly to begin with, but Paul was asked to gradually lower the lighting as the afternoon progressed. People could wander upstairs for showers, toilets, snacks and drinks, which took some of the pressure off for space, once the orgy started.

James had the honour of choosing anyone in the room to get the show on the road.

He looked and walked around carefully, gathering compliments and catcalls as he did so. At one point he walked up to me, provocatively, stroking me on the cheek with the back of his hand. I stood still and smiled, adjusting my towel, conscious of the eyes of the crowd upon me. Then he went up to several more of the Apostles, groping and feeling them, simulating anal penetration on Thomas and John, bending over himself to be fake penetrated by Antony and Matt. Xavier held him in a passionate embrace as the crowd cheered. Things were warming up nicely. He was playing the room very well. Finally, he took the hand of one of newer gold subscription members and began to play for real with him.

"Let the games commence!" he shouted.

At this signal, which had been prearranged, the Apostles moved in unison to find a partner of their choice from among the guests. Several of the Apostles took hold of two or three men, in order to balance out the numbers. Towels began to drop to the floor and the lighting very subtly altered to a more orange glow.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
6 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

We had laid extra mats around the edges of the room to give the men something comfortable to lie on. A few large bean bags had also been placed in a circle at the centre of the space, allowing couples close access to other couples. Mark II was engaged with two guests on one of these bean bags. They were sitting back to back while Mark II encircled them, inspecting them, giving them orders, and eventually tying them together with a soft cotton band. In a corner of the room, John was bent over a table, hands pulling down his shorts. Three men were gathered round him, their cocks already at full mast, eager to get onto him and into him.

Xavier and Antony, each with a couple of men in tow, were already forming a larger group on one of the mats. They stood and kissed one another while several pairs of hands caressed their bodies; then they each turned to kiss a different guest in turn. The protocol for the tops was that only the tops themselves could remove their uniforms when they were ready to do so. One or two of the others' jackets had already started to come off, but Xavier and Antony remained fully clothed for the moment. Together with the four guests they formed a rugby scrum, with their hands around each other, and began kissing the men on either side of them.

"You may remove my clothing," I heard Xavier announce. Two men obediently peeled back his jacket, lowered and removed his black trousers, and started to fondle that which was now enclosed in only a thin pair of cotton slips.

I heard John cry out with pleasure as the first cock of the afternoon entered him. The men around him cheered, encouragingly, urging on the guest whose penis was inside John.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
6 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

By now, there was sexual activity in every corner of the room and at the centre of it too. I alone walked around, surveying the scene, proud of the Apostles, pleased for James and grateful to the many men who had paid a considerably increased subscription fee from the standard rate to join us as gold subscription members. I spotted Harry the banker, this time completely naked, his cock in the mouth of Sarvesh, his backside in the hands of Aron, and his own mouth around the lips of Amir. Thomas was behind them, lying on his back on a bean bag with his feet in the air, his arse being seen to by someone kneeling in front of him.

I looked around for James and couldn't see him anywhere, which puzzled me. Then I noticed the back of his head at waist level in front of one of our older regular guests. I walked over to watch. The man was over seventy, and his body quite bony. His cock stuck out, still quite impressive and firm for his age, with James' tongue flicking at its tip. James was looking up at the man, with a wide gleeful expression on his face. His own cock was stiff and active. He was not acting; he was well into it.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
6 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

Slowly the smaller groups of men scattered to form new arrangements, sometimes of larger groups. In an orgy, there is no optimal number of participants, but commonsense and practicality dictate that the smaller the group the more action you get. It is better to have twenty small groups of three, with each man being dealt with thoroughly by their partners, than a mass of men with only a few in the middle of the huddle getting any real attention.

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6 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

Soon came the satisfying sounds of satisfied men, their balls releasing their loads and releasing the men from the steadily rising pressure. One man's orgasm often stimulated another nearby, and soon the only sounds were of insistent grunts and groans.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
6 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

We had put three hours aside for the whole event with a break halfway through where we served fizzy drinks in plastic champagne glasses. Not quite champagne itself, but good enough to quench and cleanse a thirsty throat, as well as to toast the occasional guy as he shot his load into or over someone.

There was a sudden round of applause in one corner of the room. Thomas was successfully getting double penetrated.

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By *haneportsMan
6 weeks ago

portsmouth

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By *lasgow verse 60s guyMan
6 weeks ago

Glasgow

Wonderful! Love a well organised orgy

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6 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

At the end of the event, once the guests had gone back upstairs to shower, dress and leave, only the Apostles remained in the dungeon. The room stank, a potent combination of sweat, aftershave and semen, and the bottom guys were starting to help clean and tidy things away. The versatile Apostles, those Gods who walked among us, had disappeared along with the guests, some of them probably moving on to a private appointment later with a member who wanted continued personal attention. Harry would be one of these in all likelihood. He had an insatiable appetite for sex and could afford to indulge it.

I gathered together all the top Apostles and we stood around James. He had one final initiation to face, a real test. By now everyone was naked. A few of the men had picked up a towel to drape around themselves. Antony stepped forward with a chair and James was asked to sit down upon it, the wrong way round, his hands on the back of the seat. A black cotton hood was placed over his head, with a gap for access to his mouth.

“James, I hope you’ve been observant these last few months,” I said, “Because the more you’ve learned, the more you’ll be rewarded.”

I beckoned to Peter, who came and stood beside me.

“So let’s see whom you can recognise.”

I had chosen Peter because his cock was hard again, even though he’d probably already had two or three ejaculations during the orgy. He went up to the chair and placed his cock against James’ lips. James opened his mouth and lifted his head, taking the penis eagerly, pushing his head forward so that the entire length of it went into his mouth. He made a slight gagging sound, but murmured knowledgeably. His hand went up to play with Peter’s balls, but I stopped him.

“No cheating!” I interjected. “No hands allowed!”

He sucked on Peter’s erect cock for a few more seconds and then pulled back.

“Peter!” he said. “Six inches of prime cut cock.”

A round of applause.

Next, Aron approached. His cock was flaccid, its head tucked inside its foreskin. He held it in his hands and rubbed it across James’ mouth.

“Mmm!” moaned James. “This smells nice!”

His tongue licked at the tip of Aron’s penis, working its way inside the loose foreskin. The cock began to stiffen slightly, slowly achieving a semi erection.

“Mmm!” went James again. “This must be Aron!”

Another round of applause and a few cheers.

Next came Antony and that took but a few seconds. No-one could fail to recognise Antony.

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By *lasgow verse 60s guyMan
6 weeks ago

Glasgow

Good test!

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By *rgeo OP   Man
6 weeks ago

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James had no problem sniffing out Amir either, because the scented oils he used on his body gave the game away. Xavier too was easy for James to identify. He had a long, slender penis, like a stick of rock, circumcised, with a slight bend to it.

Mark II's cock, of course, was in the same category as Antony's. Its distinct, bulbous shape was remarkable. I myself dreamt a lot about that particular organ, imagining the torture of taking it, but also aware of my desire for it. It hit deep into my psyche. It played into my need to be possessed and controlled, overwhelmed, used, abused, thrown into chaos.

Then I played a trick. Instead of sending forward another top, I myself went up to him. I wiped the precum into the cockhead and was about to push myself into his mouth, holding on to his head, when I stopped. I gave him the merest touch of it, against his lips, and then retired. James gave a puzzled grunt. I couldn't do it. It felt like a violation. I wanted him so badly and at the same time I wanted something more, something that sex would spoil. I moved back, somewhat embarrassed. I had ended up playing a trick on myself.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
6 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

Luke had taken his own car to drive home. James and I drove home together. After we had been travelling for five minutes, he placed his hand on my leg. At his touch, a surge of warm energy enveloped my body.

"What's my reward?" he asked.

"Reward?" I frowned, assuming he was now making a direct play for me. It was unexpected, out of character. I felt threatened somehow.

"Yes, for guessing all the cocks!" he explained.

I immediately relaxed and realised that that part of the initiation hadn't been spoken about.

"You've had the reward," I laughed. "Your face stayed clean! Anyone you didn't guess had the right to cum into your mouth." It would have been a final humiliation before stepping into top-hood.

I felt so relaxed that it led me to confess to him something that perhaps should always have remained unspoken.

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