So there Blake was driving behind Greg, not having a clue what was in store for him but knowing he must follow along and play nice since Greg has the video of him being fucked by his stepfather out by the pool. Blake can’t believe how his life has done a total 360 in the last week and has no clue how to get out of it or even if he wants to get out of it. He knows he’s no fag, but he can’t deny that his body has betrayed him and that he has enjoyed what has happened to him. It’s like another person takes over, and he has no control to stop himself from becoming a cock whore, as his stepfather has called him.
Blake was just thankful that he had changed before walking out to his car after baseball practice, or else he’d be driving behind Greg in his full uniform still and not a tank and athletic shorts. Greg almost didn’t let him drive himself, but Blake insisted and didn’t want to be stuck at Greg’s mercy. After driving an hour and a half south, they exited the highway, and Blake was relieved, because 30 minutes more and they would’ve ended up in his hometown, and he didn’t want to run into anyone he knew. Following behind Greg for another 10 minutes, they pulled into a retirement community. Blake parked his Jeep beside Greg and got out.
Blake went over to Greg and said, “What are we doing here? This is a retirement community, and I thought you said we were visiting some of your friends." Greg smiled.. “We are visiting my uncle and some of his friends here. It’s my uncle's birthday, and I needed to stop by and celebrate with him.
Blake, staring at Greg, asked, “So why am I here then?” Laughing, Greg just smiled and said he might have been bragging about his young, hot boyfriend to his uncle over the phone the other day, and his uncle demanded I bring him to visit during his birthday celebration, so here we are.
Blake was shocked. He rushed forward, grabbed Greg by his shirt, and started yelling at him. “What the fuck do you mean you told him that? No one’s going to believe I’m your boyfriend; you’re a fat, out-of-shape, old-ass fag. You’re fucking crazy, and I’m not pretending to be your boyfriend."" Blake started to walk back to his Jeep, and Greg said, “I think you will if you don’t want your baseball team to see your stepfather and his friend fucking your hot cunt.”
Blake knew Greg had him, and so with defeat, he slowly walked back to Greg and said, “Fine, just tell me what I need to do and say to your uncle, and then I can be on my way; no kissing or touching in front of your uncle. What’s his name, by the way?? If I had had to pretend to be your boyfriend, I’d probably at least know his name."" Greg walked up to Blake and gave his cheek a few little slaps and said, “We’re supposed to be boyfriends, so we will need to have PDA, and let’s not forget who’s in charge here or that video will make it rounds to the team.”.
Blake rolled his eyes and said, Let’s get this shit over with; lead the way." Greg smiled and started walking to the entrance of the retirement home, and just before he grabbed the door to enter, he turned and told Blake, “Oh, by the way, this retirement home is strictly for gay men, so they have a safe place to be themselves, so don’t be rude to anyone or even think about saying the word Fag, or I’ll make sure everyone knows who the real “Fag” is.” He then grabbed the door and ushered Blake inside.
Once inside, Blake looked around and noticed how rundown things looked and how depressing they seemed inside. Greg walked over to the desk, where an older man sat behind the counter. He honestly looked like he should be living here instead of working here, with his bald head and sunken eyes that were surrounded by baggy skin. He was clearly overweight since his keyboard was currently resting on his belly as an alternative desk, and when he looked up at Blake and smiled, he was all gums. Then the man reached over into a bowl of water, pulled out his dentures, and put them in.
The man looked at Greg and said, What can I do for you?" Greg smiled and said, Hey Charlie, how have you been? I’m just looking to visit my uncle on his birthday. And I brought my boyfriend to meet him as well. Charlie looked at Blake again and started laughing hysterically, causing his dentures to fall back out. Once he got control of himself, he looked at Greg and said, Am I really supposed to believe this prime beef is with you? This caused Blake to snicker, and Greg looked up at him and gave him a dirty look.
Greg looked back at Charlie and told him, considering he was just riding my dick last night, I’d say yes, you should believe he’s with me, and then moved to Blake and pulled him into a demanding kiss that was all saliva and spit while grabbing his ass. Once Greg finally pulled away, he pinched Blake’s nipples, causing Blake to moan. Turning back around, Greg saw Charlie’s mouth hanging wide open and just staring at them.
So can we get Blake signed in and off to see my uncle, please? Greg asked.
Charlie, finally shaking his head and clearing his disbelief of what he just saw, told Greg, “Unfortunately, we’re not allowed to let any new visitors in until they’ve completed a background check. It turns out people have been coming in and robbing the residence, convincing them to write them checks and stuff. So no new people unless a background check is done, and that can only be done on Monday when the manager is here.
Seriously, come on, Charlie, you know me, so Blake should be fine, yelled Greg. Charlie just shook his head and said, "Unfortunately, I can lose my job," so I can’t allow this. Greg was getting pissed; he was bragging all about Blake to his uncle, and he had to show up with him. He said surely there is another option, Charlie.
Charlie looked over at Blake again and then went back to Greg and said, So you’re vouching for him. Greg right away said yes, of course. Charlie said okay, we will just need to check his person and make sure he’s not trying to smuggle something in; you just never know these days. Charlie finished with a big smile. That’s fine, Greg said, so what do you want to do? Just pat him down and make sure he’s not carrying anything on his person under his clothes. Oh no, Charlie says, we will have to do a strip search and really make sure he’s not smuggling anything in; he could be bringing drugs into this place for your uncle's birthday or something. I have no idea, but if you want him to go in, this is the only other way I can think of that doesn’t require waiting until Monday when the manager is back. So what’s it going to be? Charlie says, and then winks at Blake.
Greg huffs his annoyance but ultimately knows Charlie will have the final say, so he says fine. Blake says absolutely not, but Greg gives him one look, and he shuts up, knowing Greg has too much power over him with that video. Charlie looks at Blake and gives him the creepiest smile while crooking his finger at Blake to follow him.
We’re going to do the exam in the managers office, he tells Greg. I want to respect Blake’s privacy and keep everything professional and respectful. It shouldn’t be too long, and I am not expecting anyone else, but if a pressing matter comes up, please feel free to knock on the door and let me know.
Charlie takes the keyboard off his stomach, sets it on the desk where it belongs, and starts pushing himself up using the desk. He starts waddling towards the office behind the desk and looks back to make sure Blake is following him. Charlie opens the office door and waves Blake inside, then follows behind him, shutting the door and closing the office blinds so no one can see in. He turns to Blake and brings his hands together, rubbing them in an excited way, and says, “Shall we get started?”.
Blake rolls his eyes and says whatever. Meanwhile, Charlie has walked over to the desk chair and plunks himself down, the chair barely holding his weight and looking like it’s going to cave in any minute. He then scoots the chair out into the middle of the office and looks up, at Blake and waives to the area in front of him and tells him to strip off his clothes so he can get the examination started.
Blake is pissed; he’s in another situation where all these old, nasty men are taking advantage of him and using his body for their pleasure, but he has no way to stop it. So with reluctance, he walks up to Charlie and bends down to start untying his shoes and pulling his socks off. Charlie can’t believe this is happening. This stud of a man is just starting to remove his clothing, and already he feels like he’s about to blow in his pants.
Blake reaches down to grab his shirt and starts to pull it over his head, but the fabric is stretched tight around his pecs, and he has to pull it a little harder to get it all the way off. Charlie is now openly drooling and starts rubbing his hand over his chubbie. Blake looks up and sees this, and he can’t help himself. He says no way, man. I’m not going to get naked and let some obese fag Jack off to me. Fuck you. Blake reaches for his shirt, and Charlie says, That’s fine; let’s go tell Greg he won’t be seeing his uncle today. Charlie starts rolling the chair across the floor to the door, and just as he’s about to reach it, Blake says, "Wait." I’m sorry. Sorry, I’ll continue. Please, just leave Greg out of this. Smiling Charlie turns around and says there is no problem, but Blake insulted him, and he doesn’t want to deal with any more backtalk. Charlie swivels the chair back around and tells Blake to walk over to him and finish stripping. Blake makes his way closer to Charlie, grabs his athletic shorts, and lowers them to the floor, reveling that he’s wearing a jockstrap.
Charlie is in a fucking haven; he has this Adonis in front of him in only a jock, one of which he fills out very well. He looks up and sees Blake watching him, so he continues to stare into his eyes and licks his lips while spreading his legs as far apart as he can, which isn’t much considering how fat he is. He tells Blake to step between his legs. Blake is already shaking his head, and Charlie laughs and says, I thought we talked about the back talk. This is your last chance. Step between my legs so I can pat you down.
Blake laughs and says, “Seriously Seriously, I’m naked! Shouldn’t you have patted me down before this?"" Charlie laughs and tells him, Yeah, but where’s the enjoyment in that? He snaps his fingers and points between his legs and says, “Now, boy.”. Blake walks over and gets as close as he can to Charlie’s legs. He can feel Charlie’s legs pressing into him because Charlie is so big and there is not a lot of room between them. He also looks down and realizes once again that Charlie is staring right at his cock. Just then Charlie reaches out and runs his hand up Blake’s thigh, following the curve of his ass, and gives Blake’s big ass a squeeze. He smiles up at Blake and says, “I love a boy who can listen and knows his place; now let’s get down to business,” and with that, Blake stood there, watching Charlie run his hand up and down his body, touching every inch, slowly cupping his balls and shaft while giving it a stroke through the jock, working his hands back up Blake’s abs, and pinching both his nipples, causing Blake to moan.
This causes Charlie to laugh and say, “And you call me the fag.” Now turn around and let’s see the jock pussy. Blake's face heats up with shame, but he slowly turns around. Charlie sucks in a gasp at the sight before him; he has never seen a strong, broad back that tapers down to a tiny waist with the biggest ass he’s ever seen on a guy. He can’t help it. He brings both his hands to each one of Blake’s cheeks and spreads them to get a look at his hole. He brings his face down, sticks his tongue out, and swipes right over the tight little pucker.
This shocks Blake, and he pulls himself free of Charlie’s legs, turns around, and spits on him, the spit landing right on Charlie’s face. Charlie wipes the spit from his face and licks it off his hand, all while staring at Blake and saying, “I knew even your spit would be delicious. Also, I think that was your final warning from me. Please put your clothes on. I’m going to tell Greg he won’t be able to introduce you to his uncle today.”
No, please don’t do that, Blake says. Charlie tells him it’s too late. He clearly can’t listen and be respectful. I’ll do anything Blake says.
Charlie leers at Blake and tells him fine, but this is the fucking final time, cocksucker. Now, come here between my legs. Blake walks over and stops right where he was just a second ago, between both of Charlie’s spread legs. Charlie takes his meaty hands up, uses his sausage-like fingers, and grabs Blake’s balls through his jockstrap. Blake hisses and winces. Charlie sees this and laughs a little while squeezing a little harder. Charlie looks up at Blake and says, “Now listen carefully, my jock pussyboy, because I’m only going to say this once. I want you to take your jockstrap off and turn around. Get on the ground with your face on the floor, legs spread wide, and ass in the air facing me. Do you understand?”. Blake nods his head, turns around, and does exactly what Charlie says.
Charlie leans back in the chair and admires Blake’s incredible body and whistles. He says to Blake, “It looks like you can teach a dumb jock new tricks; now reach back and pull your asses apart; Daddy wants to see your boy pussy." Blake reaches back with both hands, now balancing his body mostly with his face and shoulders smashed on the floor, and spreads his ass apart. He hears Charlie moan behind him. Then he hears Charlie unzip his pants. “What are you doing back there?” Blake says. Don’t worry about it, slut,” Charlie says while giving Blake's low-hanging balls a little tap with his boots. Blake winces again, but holds his position.
Charlie finally fishes out his dick, which is already rock hard from the sight in front of him. He spits on his hands and starts jacking himself off. He’s starting to wheeze a little from jacking off, but he refuses to stop. Up and down, he goes on his dick with a speed he didn’t know he had anymore. His release is building, and he can feel his balls draw up tight, and the next thing he knows, he’s shooting cum all over his hands, and some even shoot onto Blake’s raised ass below him. Feeling satisfied, he releases his dick and looks down at his cum, starting to drop down Blake’s ass, going towards his crack.
Blake, still with his face and shoulders pressed to the floor, can’t believe the degradation he has once again gone through. He starts slowly rising up on his elbows and getting ready to stand when he feels a hard slap across his ass.
Charlie screams at him and tells him to get back down into position. Blake immediately does, knowing he has his last chance with Charlie. Then Charlie scoots his chair as far as it will go forward practically on top of Blake and his spread ass and runs his cum hands through the cum, dripping down Blake’s ass all through his crack, and then circles his hole with it before pushing one finger inside of Blake.
Blake gasps from the unexpected finger in his ass, but soon Charlie starts moving it around and pegs his boy button, causing Blake to moan and his cock to swell. Charlie is lost in a trance, just watching his finger go in and out of Blake’s tight hole. When he finally comes back to himself, he realizes Blake’s moans are getting louder and louder, and Blake is touching himself. Charlie pulls his finger out and slaps Blake ass one more time, while telling him, “Hands off your dick boy; you’re a jock pussy. If you want to cum, it needs to be from getting fucked. Luckily for you, I’m willing to let you fuck my fingers, but that’s the only way you can get off, and before you leave this office, you need to cum. So come on, now stand up and get on all fours on the desk.”.
Blake slowly rises and turns around to get on the desk. He looks back at Charlie, who gives him a nod, and Blake climbs up on the desk on all fours. Charlie claps and says, “Good boy. Charlie reaches into the bottom right drawer of the desk and pulls out lube he knows is in there because his boss jacks off every day in the office. Charlie has walked in on him on more than one occasion.
Charlie pops the lid of the lube, causing Blake to turn around and look, and Charlie blows a kiss at Blake while pouring lube onto his fingers. Charlie runs his lubed fingers over Blake’s hole and pushes a finger in, causing Blake to moan. Charlie can’t believe how tight his jock pussy is; he works that finger in a little more and hits Blake’s boy button, and Blake moans. Charlie laughs and says, "It looks like the slut is ready." He then proceeds to pull out his finger and lube up two more. He smacks Blake’s ass hard and tells him to turn and look. Blake looks over his shoulders, and Charlie is holding up three fingers and says, “I’m going to line these up behind your jock pussy, and I want you to fuck yourself on them, do you understand?”. Blake nods at Charlie, letting him know he understands, and he turns back around. He also realizes he is rock hard and dripping again. He can’t believe this degradation is turning him on, but it is. Maybe all these old queers are right. Maybe he is a bottom-bitch who loves cocks. He can’t help but keep thinking that, as he pushes his ass back onto Charlie’s fingers, causing his hole to stretch around them until he can feel Charlie’s hand on his ass, and he knows he took all three fingers fully. He can hear Charlie behind him muttering to himself, but Blake can’t be bothered with what he’s saying; he wants to feel good, so he pulls himself off the fingers and slams back into them, hitting his boy button in the process, and proceeds to do it over and over again. He works his hot jock ass back and forth on those fingers, chasing the release he can only get this way. He can feel his balls drawing up tight, and just as he’s about to reach climax, he hears someone shout, “No wait, don’t go in there.” Just as the door to the office opens, two older men enter pushing a really old guy in a wheelchair.
“Excuse me, what are you doing in here?” Charlie yells.
We had an appointment to tour the facilities for my dad, a small, round, 5’7 bear of a man with a horrible combover says. My name is Simon, and this is my husband, Oliver. We’re touring the place for my dad, but I can see we caught you in a compromising position. Blake is mortified; not only is he in this horrible position, fully naked with a man’s fingers in his ass, but he realizes that one of the men is his old history teacher, whom Blake and his friends always made fun of.
Meanwhile, Greg is hovering in the background, pushes his way in, and goes over to Blake and says, "Alright, Blake, Charlie is busy, so we will leave him now.”.
Now Oliver, or Mr. Thornton, is looking at Blake as he is getting off the desk and going to grab his shorts since he can’t find his jock anywhere. Mr. Thornton says, “Blake, is that you? Blake Schmitt?” Blake turns around, and Mr. Thornton laughs and says, It is you." Well, I always did want to see you naked. He looks Blake up and down, and then his husband speaks up, “Wait, is this the Blake on the baseball team that you always told me made fun of you and called you names with his friends?” Mr. Thornton, still looking at Blake, shakes his head.
Blake, now seeing that this situation can turn badly for him, says, Excuse me, I’ll leave you, gentleman, to your tour, and starts walking over to Greg.
Simons walks over to cut Blake off, putting his hand on Blake’s chest while looking up at Blake and saying, not so fast. Here’s what’s going to happen: since this is clearly a fireable offense, I want you two men to leave this office, as he points at Charlie and Greg. He then says Blake is staying in the office with them. This will help us decide if we want to send my dad to this facility. He can also properly apologize to my husband for all the shit he and his friends did to him in high school.
Both Greg and Charlie say absolutely not at the same time. Causing Simon to chuckle and say, “Okay, well, let’s call the manager in and see what he has to say, and before you tell me it’s you, I know it's not because I spoke to him a week ago to schedule this tour.”. Without waiting for either man to respond, Simon follows it up with, “Or would you like me to call the manager and the police and report this sick behavior?”. Both Charlie and Greg flee the office. Charlie goes as fast as he can while rolling his chair to the door. Once he is through, Simon walks over and shuts the door, turning to look at the stunned Blake.
Simon walks up to Blake and lifts his hand up for a shake, telling Blake, “Nice to meet you; I always wanted to meet one of the guys who made my husband rethink his teaching career.”. Blake looks at Oliver, and he says, I’m really sorry; I was a dick back then.” He starts to put his shorts on, but Simon grabs his shorts and throws them across the room. Simon starts chuckling and says, You look better without them, and yes, you were a dick to Oliver back then, but if he had known all you wanted was an actual dick, I’m sure he could have helped you out.” Blake holds up his hands and says, Wow, I think you got the wrong idea.
Simon walks up to Blake and grabs his dick and balls, giving them a squeeze. He’s always been a sadistic man and feels the need to overpower others. He looks Blake in the eyes while still squeezing his balls, causing Blake to wince, and tells him to get on his knees and apologize to his husband, Oliver.
Blake sinks to his knees, looks at Oliver, and says sorry for all the things he said during high school. Simon walks behind Blake, grabs his hair, and yanks it back. It’s all nice to say you’re sorry, but you need to prove it to Oliver. Oliver, come over here, sit at the desk, and let Blake show you he’s sorry with his mouth. Oliver looks at his husband and smiles, then turns to Blake and winks and says it is the least he can do.
Oliver walks over to the desk, gets ready to sit down, and then gets back up, looks at Blake, and says, Let me give you better access because I like my balls licked. He unbuckles his pants, pulls them down along with his underwear, and steps out of them. He sits back down, spreads his legs wide, grabs his cock, which is already hard, waves it around, and crooks his finger at Blake to come here.
Blake is just staring in shock at what has just unfolded. He’s trying to figure out how to get out of this when he feels Simon yank his hair again. “Well, you heard him; get your pretty mouth over there and serve my husband,” he tells Blake.
Blake walks over and sinks to his knees in front of his former teacher. He looks up one more time at Mr. Thornton, trying his best to give him a sad look, get some sympathy, and maybe get out of this situation. But sadly, it seems Mr. Thornton is all out of sympathy. He spits in Blake’s face and yells that it’s not going to suck itself. Then he grabs Blake's hair and pulls him towards his cock, shoving it down Blake’s throat in one go and causing Blake to gag and his eyes to water.
After fucking Blake’s throat forcefully for a few minutes, he pulls Blake off his cock and tells him to lick and play with his balls. Meanwhile, Simon Cock has been rocking hard since the ordeal started, and he’s been staring at Blake’s ass and wanting to get inside of it. He grabs Blake by the armpits, stands him up, and bends him over so his face is back in his husband’s lap, but his ass is sticking out. Simon can’t believe the view in front of him; Blake’s ass is just two solid globes of muscle, just begging to be fucked. He smacks Blake’s ass a few times, causing Blake to stop licking and sucking on his old high school teacher's balls and lift his head off. Simon sees he’s stopped sucking off his husband and doesn’t like it; he says, “So you think you’ve apologized enough now?” All while smacking Blake’s ass as he delivers each word.
Blake’s ass is red, and this sight makes Simon even harder. He pushes Blake’s head down and tells Oliver to fuck his throat till he cums down Blake's hot mouth. Meanwhile, he goes back to paying attention to Blake's ass and spreads both cheeks apart, revealing the prettiest little hole he’s ever seen. He spits on it and starts working his finger into Blake. This causes Blake to tense a little, but Simon spanks him again and tells him to relax or it’s going to really hurt, and to bring his point home, he shoves two fingers into Blake aggressively. Blake winces again but takes the aggressive fingering Simon is giving him; he’s even starting to enjoy it, and it seems Simon notices because he reaches around and grabs Blake's hard cock.
Simon starts laughing and working both his fingers in and out of Blake, opening him up for his cock all while jacking him off. He’s also looking at his husband, who has a blissed-out look on his face from Blake’s talented mouth. Simon tells his husband, “The bitch likes this; he’s rock hard. See, Oliver, you should have fucked him over your desk in high school when he gave you trouble; I bet the slut would have loved it.”. Simon shoves his fingers into Blake one more time and smacks his ass.
He undresses real quick, grabs his cock, and brings it back to Blake's perfect ass. He runs his cock up and down the crack and teases Blake’s hole by applying a little pressure. Blake lets a moan slip out, and Simon laughs and tells him, “Calm down, slut; you’re going to get this cock." He then spreads his ass with both hands and lines his cock up to the Blakes pretty little hole. Without warning, he shoves himself all the way in, and Blake screams or moans around Oliver’s cock, causing it to vibrate. Oliver looks at his husband and says, Do that again; the slut just made my cock feel so good. So Simon proceeds to pull all the way out and slam back in over and over again. He starts fucking Blake with a vigor he hasn’t seen in a long time and just starts pounding the hot studs ass. He feels his orgasm building, but pulls out and tells Simon to get back here and fuck this tight hole. Simon yanks Blake off his cock and says, “I have a better idea; the slut is going to ride me and really work off that apology,” and with that, Oliver lays back on the desk and has Blake climb on top, slowly lowering himself onto Oliver’s cock.
Blake is hot and bothered once again by how these ugly men are treating him, and so he starts lowering himself onto his former teacher. He grabs Oliver’s cock and lines it up. The cock is just starting to stretch his hole when Oliver slams up into him, causing Blake to throw his head back and scream. That’s all Oliver needed, and he grabs Blake’s hips and starts moving him up and down onto his cock.
Both men spend the next hour fucking Blake in every position possible until they almost reach orgasm, then pull out and switch. Once they’re both satisfied with fucking the hot jock hole, they have him down on his knees and blow both their loads all over his pretty face. They both make him clean off their cocks with his mouth and then change back into their clothes and open the office door to find Greg and Charlie standing there. They say thanks for the tour; it was really eye-opening, and with that, they walk out laughing.
Blake cleans his face with his shirt and makes his way to the door, where Greg grabs him to take him to finally see his uncle.
