Urgency
“Oh you are in for a treat, little man.” Aidan informed Jimmy on the car ride over to Wagner’s office.
“Um, you mean he’s in for a fucking treat.” Dillon said with a chuckle.
“Yeah, right. Let me rephrase that,” Aidan almost couldn’t keep a straight face. “You’re fucking in for a fucking treat, fuckity fuckerson.” Aidan and Dillon were laughing away, even the driver was laughing, as they made fun of Wagner’s endless use of the word fuck.
“Hey! Let me in on the joke!” Jimmy pleaded.
“You’ll find out soon enough. I hope you’re not too worn out from this morning.”
“Aidan! What is going on?”
They finally arrived at the office. Jimmy was now nervous. Wagner sounded either intimidating or like an asshole. Or both. Wagner was going to try to help Jimmy extricate himself from his legal family and become Aidan and Dillon’s responsibility. Bon walked them into Wagner’s office and he didn’t disappoint.
“Well, look at you, pretty boy. Get the fuck over here.” Wagner gestured to his side of the desk.
“Hello. I’m…”
“Yes, I know who the fuck you are. Dillon has been up my fucking ass about you for a fucking week. And that fucking cunt knows I don’t like things up my fucking ass.”
“Um, ok… um, Sir?”
“Sir? Well stud fucker, you aught your little fucktoy well,” Wagner said as he eyed Jimmy up and down, “Now fucking take your fucking clothes off.”
“He’s not a fucktoy Wagner.” Aidan snapped back. Wagner gave him a look. “Ok, not entirely a fucktoy.”
“Um, I’m right here guys! Did you really want me to take my clothes off? Aidan?”
“I know you’re not as fucking dumb as you look. You fucking heard me, take your fucking clothes off!” Wagner barked. “Don’t fucking look at Aidan, he’s not in fucking charge here.”
Jimmy was surprised and nervous. This isn't how he expected this meeting to go. Wagner was very brusque and gruff. He cursed like a character in a David Mamet play. This is clearly what Dillon and Aidan were joking about in the car. It was almost like a rite of passage with anyone who needed something from Wagner. As he nervously stood there waiting for Aidan or Dillon to tell him this was a joke, Jimmy just thought to himself, “What if someone walked in? What if Bon walked in? Or Jack? Or some other office person? He came here for professional help and was now expected to strip naked?”
“Um, I don’t think…”
“Right. You don’t fucking think,” Wagner said angrily, “you strip and you do what I fucking tell you. Then we’ll talk about business.”
“Just do what he says, kiddo.”
Jimmy sheepishly did as he was told and slowly removed his clothes. Wagner just leered at him, watching him in his discomfort. Soon, Jimmy was standing there completely naked. Wagner smiled and stood up. He walked around Jimmy and checked him out like he was a prize winning pig at the county fair.
“Well, fuck! You’re a fucking sweet little fucking twinky boy! Dilly Dilly wasn’t lying when he said you were fucking adorable. Fucking hell!”
“Well Waggy Waggy, I’m outta here. Aidan will be here to take care of Jimmy. You boys behave.” Dillon said as he walked out of the office laughing. He hated when Wagner called him Dilly Dilly.
Wagner abruptly grabbed Jimmy’s semi-hard cock. Jimmy jumped a little when Wagner squeezed it.
“How many fucking times have you fucked the shit out of studfucker over here with this hunk of meat?”
“Uh…a few… I guess…”
“You guess? Kid, you’d know if you were fucking Aidan. Even I haven’t been allowed to fuck the hottest fucking top in fucking Chicago.”
Wagner finished his assessment and smacked Jimmy on the ass.
“Go sit on the fucking couch,” he ordered. “Nice work, Aidan, you already know the fucking rules here. Aidan was already naked on the couch, though it didn’t take much to get Aidan to shed his clothes.
Jimmy did as he was told and went to the couch and sat next to Aidan. Wagner pulled a chair from the nearby table and leaned back on it. He unzipped his fly, unbuttoned his pants and let them slide down to the floor. He pushed his boxers down too.
Wagner stood there expectantly with his pants around his ankles, his nine-inch cock already fully erect. It jutted out as Wagner barked another order. “Suck my fucking dick, boy.”
Jimmy looked over at Aidan who gestured towards Wagner. With a little moan of submission, Jimmy slid off the couch, and dropped to his knees. He leaned forward, his hands sliding up Wagner’s legs, and opened wide, pushing his cock past his lips and into his mouth.
Jimmy slowly slid his hand around the base of Wagner’s throbbing dick, playing a bit with his balls. He looked up at Wagner, looking for encouragement. Jimmy was submitting to someone who was supposed to help him. He wasn’t sure about this whole set up. This wasn’t how he expected this meeting to go, but he wasn’t disappointed.
Wagner nodded at Jimmy, showing his approval and Jimmy continued licking and sucking on Wagner’s big fat cock. Jimmy’s tongue lashed around Wagner’s pole, gently at first. Soon, Jimmy was ramming Wagner’s dick all the way back into his throat, pushing his face all the way up into the base of his cock and into his pubes.
Jimmy moaned a little and stroked Wagner’s cock while he impaled his face on his dick, taking it deep into his hot, wet mouth. Wagner felt his teeth scrape lightly, and his tongue slathering back and forth against his cock as Jimmy began moving his face up and down, stroking Wagner with his lips.
Wagner clasped his hands behind his head, leaned back and watched Jimmy work. His cheeks were puffed around the slick length of cock sliding in and out of his mouth. Jimmy’s eyes were half closed with ecstasy, but would occasionally open to look up at Wagner. He reveled as Jimmy sucked and licked, his legs shaking a little, his body vibrating here and there as he received this expert blowjob.
Wagner looked down at this hot young boy, his cock skewering Jimmy’s mouth. Soon, Wagner lost the ability to hold off his own pleasure. With a feral grunt, he grabbed a fistful of Jimmy’s hair, his fingers close to his scalp, and he held his head in place while thrusting his cock deep into Jimmy’s throat. Jimmy gagged as Wagner began shooting a copious load of man cum down his windpipe. Cum trickled out of the side of Jimmy’s mouth and he struggled to pull back, just to breathe, coughing and retching at the cock pummeling his air passage.
Wagner finally mercifully let go of Jimmy’s head, and he was able to slide his mouth off his cock. There was spit and bile flowing out over Wagner’s exposed balls, mixed with small streams of cum that Jimmy hadn’t managed to swallow.
“Good fucking god,” Wagner gasped. “You might just be worth fucking, if you that’s how you handle cocksucking.”
“Um, thank you Sir,” Jimmy said meekly, “I did enjoy that. I’m glad you did, so do we get to talk about my situation now?”
“Don’t fucking bark orders at me, twinky. This isn’t the last fucking time. You’re gonna fucking do this for me every time we fucking meet. And If you’re lucky, ’m definitely gonna fuck the shit out of you. Now, come have a seat and let’s talk about getting you away from your fucking moron parents.”
Jimmy wiped his face off and walked over to where his clothes were. As he went to pick up his underwear, Wagner stopped him.
“Put that shit down. You stay fucking naked with me. I like looking at you twinky boy. Sit the fuck down.”
Wagner called Bon in. Bon didn’t bat an eyelash when he came into Wagner’s office. Jimmy and Aidan were naked, and Bon was completely nonchalant. Wagner had him sit at the table and take notes from the meeting. They talked for about an hour about how to emancipate Jimmy from his parents.
“Alright, fucking go over there and make stud boy suck your fucking pretty boy cock. I’m going to call your fucking father right now and get this fucking over with. Or maybe I should call his bitch since she seems to be in fucking control.”
“My father is a weak man. He will probably put her on the phone anyway.”
After that, Wagner wasted no time. He immediately called Jimmy’s father and told him he was his lawyer. Sure enough Jimmy's father put his wife on the phone as well. Wagner was not putting up with any bullshit. He informed Jimmy’s parents that they had two options - agree to everything and he will make sure they are well taken care of, or fight him and he will destroy them. Jimmy’s step mother tried to push back, but she was no match for Wagner.
“You’ll be getting some paperwork from my office in a few days. You’ll need to sign everything and provide all of the information requested. I’m sure your lovely daughters will do well with the fabulous education they will be able to afford with the trust I set up for them. And, I know you and your wonderful husband will enjoy your rewards as well. It has been lovely speaking to you Mrs. Spencer.”
Jimmy was surprised at how well Wagner handled his parents and even how polite he was on the phone while he basically bullied them. He pulled Aidan off his cock for a moment, “did he really just do that in one phone call?”
“I told you Wagner was the best there is.” Aidan then went back to sucking Jimmy’s cock.
“God damn, kid. Your stepmother is a fucking cunt. And your asshole father. Jesus fucking Christ, was a fucking loser. Anyway, congratulations kid. In about 90 fucking days, you will officially be Aidan’s fucking problem.”
“Aidan! Holy shit!! I’m your son now!!”
“Whoa! Easy there. Don’t you dare call me fucking daddy. You’re not my son, but I guess you are my responsibility now. You’re finally free of your asshole family!!”
“Enough of this Brady Bunch shit. Let me see some fucking before you boys leave.”
***
CJ had found his groove. He loved performing on JustForFans and was creating a lot of content there. His videos and live streams are pretty popular and CJ is getting offers from collaborators around the world. He also started dancing at the club, and occasionally turning a trick or two. Brayden and Jarrin told him he could be as selective as possible.
Brayden enjoyed having CJ around, especially if he could play with him. Jarrin wasn’t as into CJ sexually, he reminded him too much of himself, but certainly enjoyed hanging out with him. Donovan was always happy to serve CJ anyway he could. The two eager, giddy boys were often too much for anyone else to handle.
It wasn’t unusual for Brayden and Jarrin to hook up with patrons, dancers, or employees. Most of the time they did this together, usually with Donovan involved as well. But, occasionally, they would play separately, either because one of them wasn’t into the boys they found or just simply because one of them wasn’t in the mood.
On this particular night, the three of them went their separate ways. Jarrin liked to get used by big, beefy bears once in a while and he met a couple who were all about him and took him home. Donovan was approached by a handsome young black kid after his dance and he left with him. Brayden didn’t really pursue anyone for himself, he just went to his office at the end of the night and poured himself a drink and went over some paperwork. If he couldn’t fuck, he had to work. He just couldn’t do nothing. By this point in the night, the bar was closed and the only people left were a few stragglers on the staff and the cleaning crew. Of course, the bathhouse and sex club were in full force. If Brayden wanted to, he could easily get what he needed there.
CJ never left without saying good night and this night was no different. “Hey boss! I’m headed out. Thanks again!!” CJ noticed Brayden was alone. “Where is everybody?”
“Hey giggles… they found other things, or should I say other people to fuck tonight. Jarrin digs these fucking fat, hairy guys. They aren’t my thing. He’s probably being spit roasted as we speak.”
“Ooooh! I love getting spit roasted!”
“Where are you headed? Going home to do a livestream? If you are, I’ll tune in.”
“Wouldn’t you rather have your own private show? I hate to see you all alone. That’s no fun.”
“That could be fun too. Come on in and hang out for a bit. I need to fucking finish what I started here. Come, sit. Have some tequila. It’s the good stuff.” Brayden poured a drink for CJ and finished up his spreadsheet. CJ just talked continuously, asking lots of random questions and chattering on about the club and the other stuff he was doing. He brought up Harrison and how much he was worried about him. When Harrison’s name came up, Brayden was reminded that CJ had a scat fetish. He’d fucked CJ plenty of times, but maybe tonight was a good night to take things further.
“Anyway, it just makes me scared for him, you know? He’s really fucking himself up.”
“That’s what I’ve heard. I haven’t seen him since we banned him from coming here. Fuck, I hated to do that. It was even worse telling Jack. I’m not sure what the fuck is up with Jack either. I thought he’d do an intervention or something. The whole thing is fucked up.”
“Yeah…” CJ looked down to the floor and then jumped up out of his chair. “I guess we should stop talking about depressing stuff and maybe have some fun instead! Do you want me to jump on your desk and dance for you?”
Brayden chuckled. “No, that’s ok. I’ve seen enough dancing for the night.” He leaned back in his chair, took a sip of his drink and just looked over at CJ a little lecherously.
“Ok boss, you want something, don’t you? What is going on in that perverted little head of yours?” CJ playfully leaned across the desk.
“There is something going on in my perverted fucking head. This might sound weird, but…are you fucking hungry?”
“Like, right now?” It didn’t click right away, but CJ finally figured out what Brayden was asking. “Do you want to do what I think you want to do right now?”
“No, I want to go for fucking pizza.” Brayden leaned forward in his chair and laughed. “Yes, CJ. I want to do it right fucking now.”
CJ lunged onto the desk and kissed Brayden, then smiled at him. “I thought you’d never ask. Please Brayden. Please feed me. I promise to eat it all. Every last bit.”
“Damn right you’re gonna eat it all. You know I am a big fucking shitter. It’s been more than a day. You’re in for it, CJ. Don’t fucking disappoint me.”
“No boss, I won’t. Just tell me how you want to do it.”
“I want to feed it to you. I already have a toilet boy to shit into. I want more from you. I want to watch you chew and swallow every bit. I want to watch you fucking degrade yourself to fucking make me happy.”
“Anything you want, Brayden. I mean it. Anything.”
“Remember you said that.” Brayden said with a devilish, but playful smile. “Go lock my door. Then get naked and sit on the floor in front of that chair over there.” As CJ immediately obeyed, Brayden smiled. “You are a good little boy, aren't you?”
“Of course, boss. I have to be good for you.”
Brayden walked over to the chair and stood over CJ. He stripped off his clothes, revealing his tight body. He stood over CJ and before he began, he gave him instructions. “You sit back and relax, spread your legs and chill. You get to watch me shit right in front of you. You can’t touch anything. Not your cock, not my ass, not the massive pile of shit I’m about to dump in front of you. Cool?”
“Absolutely.” CJ leaned back on his elbows and waited.
“This is perfect.” Brayden stood still for a moment. “You ready for this?”
“Oh fuck yes, Brayden. So fucking ready.”
“Good.” Brayden turned around and squatted down in front of CJ. He leaned forward just slightly, so his ass was clearly visible, just beyond CJ’s face.
CJ sat in eager anticipation as he waited for Brayden to finally shit. His cock was as hard as it could be. He was trembling with excitement. Watching his sexy boss shit in front of him was beyond arousing.
Brayden finally relaxed enough and could feel his bowels moving. He didn’t have to push hard, once things got going, it didn’t require much effort. He let out a long, drawn out fart first and then his hole started to pucker. A deep brown mass started to become visible. It was thick and firm and stretched Brayden’s ass as it pushed out. “Awwwwww, fuuuuuuck…” Brayden sighed as the huge log started to slide from his ass. CJ was salivating as this massive log was leaving Brayden’s body.
A log of more than ten inches finally dropped onto the floor with a bit of a thud. It was very thick and pretty solid. Of course, Brayden wasn’t done. The log was followed by a long snake of softer, but still intact shit piling up next to it. Brayden was not lying when he said he was a big shitter. That snake of shit just kept coming, breaking off a few times, but more and more of it flowed out of Brayden’s ass. Just as he was about to finish, Brayden stopped himself. He turned around to see CJ drooling over his upcoming meal. He had a little surprise for him.
Brayden let out even more shit before he finally finished. He eased back toward CJ, bent over right in front of his face, he let CJ know what he had in store for him. “I know you want this and I think you deserve it. Go ahead CJ, lick my hole clean.”
CJ eagerly leaned forward and put his open mouth on Brayden’s messy hole. He licked a bit and then he felt the bitter taste of shit on his tongue. CJ dutifully cleaned Brayden’s hole. Once he was done, he leaned back. Brayden got up and turned around to sit down in the big leather chair. The huge pile of shit right in between them. Brayden’s cock was raging and it rested right over the pile.
“Damn, boss, that is fucking impressive. I’ve seen big shits before, but this is one of the biggest for sure.”
“I’ve fucking clogged toilets before! Do you think you can handle this, CJ?”
“As Harrison would say, yeppers! Can I go for it?”
“No, not yet. I want you to be really fucking hungry for it. I’m gonna feed it to you, remember? But first you need to get up and get a pitcher from the bar over there.” CJ dashed off an brought back a plastic pitcher. “Hold it right here. We’re gonna fill that fucking pitcher up for later. After it’s full, you need to take the rest right from the tap.” CJ held the pitcher under Brayden’s cock and watched as his warm, golden piss filled it up. He then wrapped his lips around the head of Braden’s cock and drank up the rest. “Good boy.” Brayden set the pitcher down.
“Please, Brayden. I want this so bad. I need your shit, Brayden. Please feed it to me. Let me eat your beautiful shit. Please!”
“Fucking nice, CJ. I love the begging.” Brayden picked up the giant log and held it in front of CJ’s face. “That is one fucking nice hunk of shit, isn’t it?”
“Yes, Brayden. It’s perfect, just like you.”
Brayden moved it closer to CJ’s face and made him smell it. Brayden was wildly aroused by this whole scene and he especially loved the smell. It made him super horny. He teased CJ a little longer and then turned it so that it was pointed toward CJ’s mouth. “Why don’t you suck on it like it was my cock. Come on CJ, suck on my shit log.”
CJ took several inches of Brayden’s shit into his mouth and sucked it, swirling his tongue around it and getting it wet. Brayden slowly eased the log in and out of CJ’s mouth, pushing it in a little further each time. CJ loved Brayden’s taunting as he sucked and slurped on the brown pole. Brayden let CJ savor the taste of his shit and watched as it started to get softer. CJ’s shitty drool was dripping from the corners of his mouth and running down his chin. “Do you want a bite?” CJ nodded. Brayden pulled the log back, leaving about two inches in his mouth. “Go ahead you shit freak, bite that end off.”
“Mmmmmmm,” CJ moaned as he bit a nice hunk of shit off into his mouth. He closed his eyes as he tasted the acrid snack. He began to chew and really feel the thick texture as he mashed it, slowly savoring it.
“Fuck yeah, CJ. Go nice and slow. Don’t rush it. We have all fucking night. I love seeing you so eager.” CJ's mouth was too full for him to say anything, but he noticed Brayden was happy as well. CJ eventually swallowed that first bite and Brayden was right there with the next one. He kept feeding the log to CJ, making it slowly disappear. It took long enough, but eventually the log was gone.
“Oh fuck, boss…that was so fucking good,” CJ said, licking his chops. CJ was so excited, he was trembling. This scene was making him absolutely crazy. “You’re right, I am really fucking happy right now.”
“This is so fucking hot. So. Fucking. HOT!” Brayden leaned in and kissed CJ on his head. “Are you still hungry?”
“Mmm Hmmm…very.”
Brayden leaned back and took two fingers and dug into the mound. He scooped up a nice bit of shit and brought it to CJ’s mouth. As Brayden got closer, CJ opened his mouth and took Brayden’s shit covered fingers in it. He slowly sucked the shit from his fingers as Brayden eased them out of his mouth. Brayden fed CJ a few more bits before he decided to take things in a different direction.
“Hold your mouth open. I’m gonna stuff it full of shit. I’m gonna really pack it full. There’s still so much shit here.” Brayden began packing CJ’s open mouth with shit. He used both hands to grab big chunks and stuffed it in. He eventually had CJ’s mouth bursting with it. “Close your fucking mouth, CJ. But don’t fucking chew or swallow!” CJ struggled a bit, but managed to get his mouth closed. Brayden wiped his hands on CJ’s chest, streaking shit all over it. “Fucking nice. You are a real shit slut, CJ. I fucking love it.”
CJ was doing his best to hold this mass of shit in his mouth and breathe from his nose. This just made CJ hornier and hornier. He started shooting cum onto the pile of shit and on Brayden.
“Aww yeah, you are fucking worked up. Nice!” Brayden stroked his cock. “You ok? I want you to hold it as long as you can.” CJ nodded. Brayden leaned back on one arm and stroked his tool with the other. His cock was getting brown and slimy from jerking it with the hand he fed CJ his shit from.
“Mmmmphhh!” was all CJ could get out.
“You still ok?” CJ nodded. “Good boy.” Brayden smiled as he reached down for more shit and smashed it into CJ’s face, then he went for more. As CJ sat there with a mouth full of shit, Brayden was covering his face and head with shit. “Now, fucking swallow that load.”
CJ raised his eyes with surprise and grunted. It was a struggle even though the shit had liquefied quite a bit and was dripping down his face. Slowly, CJ managed to chew and swallow the huge amount of shit in his mouth. When he was done, he opened his mouth to show Brayden. More shit was shoved into his mouth. The process related itself two more times. Once the last load of shit was in CJ’s mouth, Brayden made him hold it for a long time. It was almost too much for him to keep from exploding with puke. Brayden still wasn’t done with him.
“Climb up onto this cock, boy.” Brayden said seductively, “then I’m going to fuck you so god damned hard!” Brayden slammed CJ up and down on his cock while poor CJ tried to hold the massive mound of shit in his mouth. “Swallow!” Brayden barked. As he fucked, CJ did his best to chew and swallow. When CJ opened his mouth and showed it was empty, Brayden pumped him full of his seed.
***
Calista and Quinn walked back to Calista’s hotel after an afternoon shopping. Calista was so happy to spend time with her old friend. It was Quinn that helped Calista come out as trans after meeting her at the Burberry store she worked at. They kept in touch over the years and this was the first time they’d seen each other since Calista left DC. Quinn held a special place in Calista’s heart as she was the first person to take her seriously.
“I so love this place!” Quinn said as they entered The Pendry. “This whole complex is amazing.”
“You know Jack owns this, right?”
“No fucking way?!” Quinn said with awe. “The whole thing?”
“Yeah. Actually, I think Justin owns it now, but they worked on this together. I was supposed to help with some designs, but I got the Broadway gig and I couldn’t do as much.” Calista let out a loud, frustrated sign. “Ugh. I sort of hate saying this out loud, but the really cool architecture of this place was Harrison’s idea.”
“You’re going to need to tell more about what happened between you two. You loved him like a brother. You never stopped talking about him and now you can’t bear to mention his name.”
“Well, let’s go to the room and get comfortable. I reserved the spa for us so we can talk all you want then. I can tell you all about how the little shit is ruining his life and keeping the drug dealers of Chicago and Milwaukee in business.”
“Oh no, that sounds bad.” Quinn put her arm around Calista in the elevator. As much as she tried to hide it, her eyes gave her away. Calista was worried about Harrison and was afraid he wasn’t going to come out of the mess he’d made. “Hey, I get to meet Kwang now, right?”
“He won’t be here. He’s with Alex at the gallery. We are having dinner later. And you can tell me all about what happened with you and Alex as well.” Quinn had just broken up with her long-term girlfriend, also named Alex.
The girls enjoyed a relaxing day at the spa getting the full treatment. They drank expensive wine and talked about everything in their lives. While they texted regularly, they really hadn’t had a chance to have such a deep conversation with each other. There was lots of laughter and crying and it was a cathartic experience for both girls.
Dinner with Kwang ended up not working out since he and Alex ended up having a cathartic day themselves. After a successful visit to the gallery and making the final arrangements for Alex’s exhibition that was going to open in a month, they wandered through the Hirshorn together, followed by drinks where they bonded over their shared experience being homeless. Blaze had casually invited them to go to his place for dinner and cocktails, along with Charlie and Samuel and his DC friends Austin and Calvin. Kwang thought this would be a great way for Alex to become more comfortable in that kind of setting. He met the girls back at the room after leaving Alex with Blaze and Garrett, undoubtedly to be used hard..
As they walked into the swanky hotel suite, a perky, energetic Kwang was just walking out of the kitchen with a bottle of wine.
“Hey there, ladies! You’re just in time! I opened a new bottle of rose! Are you the friend?”
“Yes! This is Quinn, the most amazing friend ever. This is the girl who gave me the confidence to break through my insecurity about being trans.” Calista stepped aside so Kwang and Quinn could introduce themselves.
The statuesque girl reached a hand out. “Pleased to meet you, Kwang.” She held his hand for a moment and then pulled him in for a hug.
“She’s so beautiful, Miss Calista! And so tall!” Kwang cheered. “Oh my, the pretty girls are so tall!”
Kwang was tiny compared to Quinn and Calista. He was only about 5’4” and very slight compared to both girls being a full foot taller than him. Quinn immediately liked Kwang. She thought he was the most adorable thing. “These tattoos! You are a work of art!”
Everyone sat in the living area of the hotel room and got to talking and drinking. They shared stories of the boys and clothes they liked, caught up on their lives, laughed at each other’s jokes and were overall having lots of fun together. After a whole day of drinking, and now halfway into the second bottle of wine for the night, Quinn was feeling amorous. Being with Calista again brought back old desires, especially now that Calista was so stunningly beautiful. She leaned over to Kwang and brushed a few fingers through his hair.
“I”m not going to lie. You are truly adorable. Calista, you have found yourself such a beautiful boy. Please don’t be upset when I say he is much better than Justin.”
“Girl, you are not wrong. Kwang is perfect. Finding him is right up there with finding Blaze and Jack.”
“You must stop. I am embarrassing. But thank you Miss Quinn. You are so beautiful too.”
For at least an hour, the wine flowed as the three of them became a little flirtier. Soon, they were all on one couch together and things were clearly heading in a certain direction. Quinn found herself in between Calista and Kwang.
Calista got things going and ran her hands along Quinn’s legs. “It is really nice to see you again Quinn. You are really important to me, you know that?” She brought her hand up to Quinn’s face and gently turned it towards her. She leaned in and began to kiss her. It was very reminiscent of the night they hung out together when it was Quinn moving things along. Kwang leaned over and began to kiss the back of Quinn’s neck and gently stroked her leg.
Quinn reached down and eased her hand over Calista’ cock. The three of them let their hands and lips wander all over each other’s bodies as they eventually would all be naked together in a tangle of flesh that was getting more and more heated.
Quinn kissed her way down Calista’s chest and gently caressed her breasts as she made her way to her cock. She lightly stroked her cock, then kissed and licked the firm tool, dripping precum, as she worked her way to the head. She slipped her lips over the head of Calista’s cock and slowly, sensually, swallowed it completely. Calista moaned with delight.
Kwang was busy working his fingers over Quinn’s pussy. He slowly moved down on his knees, first licking her thighs and then running his hands over them. He slowly worked one or two fingers into her, teasing Quinn’s cunt, making it twitch for more. Quinn was overwhelmed with pleasure as Calista and Kwang went well beyond seduction and began to just have their way with her.
“Quinn, are you ok? Is this ok with you?”
Quinn let out a soft chuckle, “I remember when I asked you that question so many years ago. This is definitely ok.”
As Calista slid back, Quinn lowered her face into Calista’s crotch. Kwang eased himself away and sat on the floor, watching the two beautiful girls enjoy each other. She began to lightly fondle and lick Calista’s balls. She loved how smooth they were and how nicely they rested between her legs. She took them in her mouth, one at a time, swirling her tongue all around them. Calista cooed with delight. Quinn looked over at Kwang and then back to Calista.
“Oh don’t worry, my beautiful boy loves to watch. I hope that isn’t weird for you.”
Quinn said nothing as she slid her tongue up the shaft of Calista’s long, narrow cock. “I was worried this would be gone.”
“Oh no girl, I love it too much. Strange, I know.”
Again, Quinn said nothing as she reached the head, she licked up the precum that it was oozing. Her tongue danced over the head, slowly licking the piss slit and down the frenulum. Her soft hands gently stroked Calista’s cock. She finally began to take her cock into her mouth and slowly lowered herself down until she had swallowed her cock whole. She sucked and slurped showing how much she truly was enjoying herself. Calista sat up slightly, resting on her elbows, her hands at her side, her head rolled back. She was moaning and panting as she experienced Quinn’s incredible oral talents. It was all she could do to not explode.
After getting her pole all nice and wet, Quinn was ready to take it for a ride. She began to move up to get into position and leaned down to kiss Calista passionately.
Kwang had already grabbed the bottle of lube and handed it to Quinn. She squirted the lube in her hand and rubbed some on her ass and the rest on Calista. She positioned herself just above Calista’s hard cock jutting into the air. As she lowered herself down, Calista could feel her cock being engulfed by Quinn’s warm, wet pussy. Quinn began to slide up and down on her cock as she leaned down and kissed her deeply. Quinn continued to ride Calista for a while as Kwang watched, his own arousal becoming all consuming.
Quinn threw her head back and moaned as she rode Calista’s cock. She turned back and saw Kwang’s thick cock and wanted every inch of him deep inside her. “Kwang, please, fuck me too, my ass is… waiting…” Kwang looked up at Calista who smiled her approval at him. He lubed himself up and carefully positioned himself behind Quinn, while Calista pulled her down to allow Kwang better access. He gently pushed his thick rod into Quinn’s ass, surprised at how easily it went in. Quinn was no stranger to getting fucked in the ass. Quinn was in ecstasy. She was genuinely loving this experience, getting railed by her friend and her friend’s boy.
“Oh my god, this is so amazing!!” Quinn shouted. “Fuck me harder Kwang!! Harder, please!!”
Kwang did not need to be told twice, he began to ram his cock into Quinn’s ass harder and harder. “You like this Miss Quinn, don’t you?”
“Oh god yes!! Please! I need both of you. Both of you inside my ass!”
Calista helped maneuver Quinn so that she could slide her cock into Quinn’s hungry hole. Kwang then replaced his cock and now Quinn was being double penetrated by Calista and Kwang.
They both got a rhythm going and were fucking Quinn pretty rapidly. Kwang showed no mercy as he rammed his fat cock into Quinn’s ass fast and furious. Quinn’s moans and groans became more frenzied. Calista reached up and took Quinn’s neck between her hands and gently choked her. Quinn was going wild. Kwang pulled at her hair while Calista squeezed her neck. They were giving Quinn everything they had.
“Do you want him to stop, baby?” Calista asked Quinn condescendingly.
“Oh fuck no!! Fucking take me!! Both of you!!”
“That’s my girl. Take it like a good little slut.” Calista dropped another line from the night they first fucked.
Kwang was beginning to feel the intensity of the moment. He was breathing heavily and sweating, pounding at a more furious pace. He felt himself building toward his orgasm. But, Kwang had great cum control. He brought himself to the edge and then kept going, holding off on his climax for now. The fact that he was harshly impaling a ravenous girl helped keep him going. The fact that he was pleasing Calista helped even more. The hardcore fucking went on and on relentlessly for a long time.
Quinn was finally losing control and ready to burst. Calista’s heart was racing and she was feeling the beginnings of her own orgasm. Both Quinn and Calista were squealing as they reached optimum intensity. Kwang was now fucking at such a rapid pace Calista didn’t even have to move to fuck Quinn. Calista was so worked up and turned on by what was happening she felt her own body tense up. She blasted her cum deep into Quinn’s vagina, making Quinn reach her own orgasm. Quinn let out a long, breathless yelp as she reached her orgasm while still getting pounded by little Kwang.
“I cum on both of you!!” Kwang shouted as he pulled out, grabbing his cock. Quinn rolled over and Kwang blasted both girls with his thick, seemingly never ending seed.
The three of them were wiped out from nearly 20 minutes of intense fucking.
“Oh FUCK yes! That is how I like it!” Quinn shouted hoarsely.
“That was fuck amazing, Miss Quinn and Miss Calista. Thank you.” Kwang whispered to the girls.
Calista sat up. “That was so much fun! Oh my goodness. We need to do it again!”
“Well, I think we need some rest, little girl,” Quinn said as she kissed Calista on her breast.
“Yeah, I guess rest would be good now. But first! Champagne!! Kwang get two bottles and bring them to the bedroom.” Calista looked at Quinn, “you’ll stay the night, right?”
“I have been dreaming about this forever, girl. I am staying as long as you will have me.”
***
So many years had gone by since the fourth book in the Depraved Justice series was released, fans were starting to give up on ever seeing the fifth, and likely final, book get released. But then, things started to appear in chat rooms and comic forums. Rumors were spreading like wildfire at the last Comic Con - Ezra Krandall was finally coming back. Jax Jaxson was finally wrapping up the story.
Of course, Liam was brilliant at what he did and it was him who started the rumors. His publisher had warned him that so much time had passed that people might not care anymore. Liam fixed that right away. He was spurred on by his new confidence and even, dare he admit it, happiness, now that he’d been reunited with Justin. After all, the comic was created as therapy for what happened with Justin and the character was based on Justin. Now that he and Justin were together, it was time to put the character to bed.
Much like Jack, Justin was spending lots of time out of town. This worked out well for Liam’s writing and drawing, giving him plenty of time to create. However, it was not helping Liam deal with his intense horniness. If he never fucked another man other than Justin for the rest of his life, he would be happy. But, since Justin wasn’t around, he needed a release.
Liam’s idea of release was basically finding some unsuspecting boy and taking him to a cheap motel, torturing him, beating the shit out of him and then fucking him senseless. This was not easy to do when you’re a famous author, despite his attempts at a low profile. The internet was unforgiving. So, Grindr and more traditional places meant he had to behave. He hated that.
In the course of his research for his book, he found out about a seedy place in a bad part of Milwaukee called the Burrow. It was the kind of place where nothing good happened. Bad people did bad things to poor unfortunate souls who were there for drugs, sex or money. Most likely all of the above. He spent a few nights hanging out there and used it as a basis for something that happens in the book. He also realized that he could find the kind of rough sex he wanted at the Burrow.
After a night of particularly intense writing, he was in need of release. A nasty, angry, violent release. He went to the Burrow. He sat at a table in a dark corner. He watched the action and waited for his victim. Liam had met Isaiah and was so impressed with how completely inhumane and awful he was, he created a character based on him.
It was about a month since Harrison had met Isaiah. He was almost completely caught in Isaiah’s web of destruction. Harrison was so high most of the time, he didn’t really care what he was doing or who he was doing it with. Isaiah was using him, basically as a prostitute, to make money off him. Harrison was way too pretty to let slip away. Once he was hooked on heroin, Isaiah got whatever he wanted.
Liam looked over and saw Isaiah with his arm around Harrison. Mostly for show, he’d been parading Harrison around as his boyfriend. Harrison was sitting there, dressed in a pink tank top, eyeliner around his eyes and his nails painted black. He looked terrible. The bright, shiny complexion and aura were practically dead. Liam had fucked Harrison a few times before and liked how he handled Liam’s aggression. He knew there was drama with Harrison lately and that no one had heard much from him lately. Liam figured Harrison might be just the fuck he needed, so he walked over to Isaiah’s table.
“Ah, Lucky. How the fuck are you?” Isaiah snarled as Liam walked over. He never used his real name when he was out like this.
“Pretty fucking grand, Isaiah. Fucking grand.” Liam blew the smoke from his cigarette up into the air. “I don’t think I’ve seen this pretty set of holes before, where did you find him?” Harrison was out of it just enough to not realize it was Liam, but still managed to be fairly chatty.
“This pretty set of hoooooles belongs to Isaiahhhh. Sorry Luuuucky.” Harrison drawled as he leaned into Isaiah.
“Yes, you are my pretty boy.” Isaiah said condescending. “You wanna take him for a ride?”
“As long as you think he can fucking handle me. You know. I like to make them fucking suffer.”
“Oh, he likes to suffer. I can give you something to make sure he doesn’t give you any trouble.”
“Nah, he’s fucking fine as he is. I want him to feel the pain I fucking inflict on him. Is there a fee for his services?”
“He’s pretty fucking valuable. If you want to take him out of here, it will cost you a thousand plus a deposit of a thousand. You can take him to the Regent for five hundred. Johnny will drive you, of course. Or you can take him to the back for two fifty.”
“Shit, Isaiah. You’re going into fucking luxury goods I see. I’ll take him to the fucking back. I don’t need him that long.” Liam tossed three hundred dollars on the table. “Set me up with a few lines with the extra fifty.” Isaiah handed over a small baggie. “Harry, go give the man what he needs.”
Harrison hesitated for a moment before stepping forward, his movements slow and unsteady. Up close, the damage was even more evident. His skin was pale, his clothes hung loosely on his frame, and there was a faint tremor in his hands. But there was still something in his eyes - possibly a flicker of defiance, or just the stubborn survival instinct that kept him going.
Liam led him to the back room without a word. Once inside, he closed the door and pulled a metal straw out of his pocket. He dumped the baggie on a glass shelf and made a bunch of lines. He snorted a couple and offered the straw to Harrison, who just looked at him blankly.
Liam simply nodded toward the mattress, signaling for Harrison to move. The boy sauntered over, hips swaying exaggeratedly, his steps were unsteady. He immediately stripped off his clothes. Liam took off his pants and hopped on the bed, he could already feel the heat building in his chest, the need to dominate, to break.
With a loud growl, Liam grabbed Harrison by the throat and slammed him against the wall. The boy gasped, his hands scrambling at Liam’s grip, but there was no real resistance. Just a wild, reckless energy that matched Liam’s own. “No fucking whimpering anymore. You like it rough now, huh?” Liam growled. “If I didn’t know you, I’d really fucking wreck you.”
Harrison let out a shaky laugh. “Fuck me up, then.”
Those words were all the invitation Liam needed. He pushed Harrison onto the mattress, pinning him down with his weight. He raised Harrison’s legs up and spit on his hole. He aimed his cock and jammed it into Harrison’s loose, raw hole. The boy’s body was thin, fragile beneath him. Harrison arched into his touch, groaning as Liam’s hands roamed roughly over his skin.
Liam started his brutal fucking. Harrison blinked sluggishly, trying to focus. “Oh fuck yeah… fuck me up…” His voice trailed off.
Harrison took whatever Liam was giving without protest, lying there with a quiet resignation that made Liam’s stomach twist. He reached out, grabbing a fistful of Harrison’s hair and tilting his head back. The boy didn’t fight it. There was no spark, no fire - just empty compliance. As Liam moved, the mattress slipped a little and it shifted, catching Harrison under the only light in the room.
“Oh fuck, Harrison.” Liam noticed multiple track marks on Harrison’s arms and legs. He immediately pulled out. This was wrong. It was wrong even if it wasn’t someone Justin cared about. He realized he cared about him too. He leaned down, “you do know who I am, right?”
Harrison’s eyes fluttered, his voice barely a whisper. “Yeah… I know… Justin… crazy boyfriend.”
“Look at me,” Liam snapped. Harrison met Liam’s gaze with a blank stare. It was unsettling, how little emotion there was. No anger, no shame, no desire. Just… nothing. Liam jumped off the bed and put his pants back on. He tossed Harrison’s clothes to him. He crouched down, grabbing Harrison’s chin and forcing him to focus. “What the fuck happened to you?”
“What does it matter? I’m having fucking fun… you’re not gonna fuck me?”
“Are you fucking serious? Fuck kid! It matters because you’re fucking better than this,” Liam growled. “People fucking love you, kid.”
Harrison’s lips twitched into a bitter smile. “Isaiah loves me...”
Liam stood up and ran a hand through his hair. He glanced around the room—the peeling wallpaper, the stained mattress, the faint smell of mildew. This wasn’t where Harrison belonged. It wasn’t where anyone belonged. He took his phone out and snapped a picture and sent it to Justin.
“Come home,” Liam said suddenly.
Harrison blinked, caught off guard. “Fuck off, asshole. I am… fucking…”
“Harrison! Jesus fucking Christ! You need fucking help! Let’s fucking go.”
For the first time, something other than emptiness flickered across Harrison’s face. “I said fuck off. If you aren’t going to fuck me then fuck off.” He lunged up and almost lost his balance as he tried to get his clothes back on. “You’re wasting my fucking time.”
“I can’t leave you like this.”
Harrison shook his head, struggling to his feet. “You don’t get it. This is who I am. Now get the fuck out of here!” Harrison shouted loud enough that some guy burst through the door.
“You need help, kid?”
“No, we’re fucking…” Harrison nearly fell over. His pants were all he managed to get on. “...done. He was … leaving…” He shuffled out the door and back into the bar.
“Alright man, you need to get the fuck outta here.” The man pointed to a back door and was getting more insistent. Getting killed at a seedy bar was not on Liam’s agenda. He left and called Justin.
***
“Why the fuck are you calling me at 3:00 in the morning?”
“Get your fucking mutant dick out of whatever slut’s ass its in and look at the fucking text I sent you.”
“I’m not fucking anyone right now. He already…” Justin looked down at his phone. He was dead silent.
“Justin! Are you there? JUSTIN!”
Justin was in shock. Tears started to roll down his face. He could hear Liam shouting. “Yeah… fuck. I have to call Jack.” He hung up the phone and dialed Jack’s number.
Jack was sound asleep next to Cameron. His phone was on ‘do not disturb’ because he had enough of the campaign calls he was getting. Cameron wasn’t able to sleep and was playing a game on his phone when he noticed Jack’s phone light up.
“Hello?” He answered.
“Cameron? Where the fuck is Jack?”
“He’s right here…”
“Put him on the fucking phone NOW!”
“Jack…Jack! Justin needs to talk to you. Jack!” Jack rolled over and took the phone.
“What the fuck do you want?”
“You need to get back to fucking Milwaukee right fucking now. Liam sent me something. I’m afraid to send it to you. It’s about Harrison.”
Suddenly Jack was wide awake. “Harrison? What? What about Harrison? Is he ok? What the fuck Justin?”
“Look at the picture I’m sending you.”
Jack opened the text and saw the picture of Harrison. He was lying there on a filthy mattress. His eyes were empty. His skin was pale. He had bruises on his neck from being choked so many times. The tracks on his arms were plainly visible. His lips were dry and cracked. He was expressionless. Jack just sat there, stunned. His face went blank. Cameron saw the picture and tried to get Jack to say something. He took the phone.
“What do I do? He’s just sitting here! Is Harrison…”
“No, he’s alive. He’s fucking doped up. Put the phone on speaker.” Cameron did as he was told.
“Jack, I know you can hear me. Cameron is going to drive you to Dulles. Jason will be there as fast as he can fucking fly. I am going to find where the fuck Harrison is and get him the fuck out of there. He’s alive Jack, but we’ve got to move fast. Cameron, listen to me. Get him dressed and on the way to Dulles immediately. Jack needs you more than ever right now, you gotta take care of him, ok?”
Through tears, Cameron responded. “Yeah. Yes. Yes, I will take care of Jack and get him to the airport. Dulles. I know where to take him. I hope Harrison’s ok.”
“I know you can do this kid. Jack says you’re one of the best we have. Call me as soon as he is on the plane or if you have any trouble.”
Cameron responded and hung up the phone. He knew he was being counted on and he couldn’t fuck up. He shook off his tears and gave Jack a hug. Jack finally relaxed and said something. “Thanks Cameron. I always knew I could count on you. Let’s get going.”
