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  Brand's big cock. But she didn't voice it aloud. “I guess once you've done it naked on camera for the whole world, you lose your shyness. You should've seen Brand pumping himself off in the middle of the floor as if nothing was amiss. I've never seen anything like it."

  "And I've never seen anything like you. What happened to my Stacey?” Lilli stopped before her and crossed her arms over her chest.

  "I've come out of my shell. I've been introduced to the world. I'm a star.” Waves of pleasure rippled through her, and she moaned and writhed against her hand.

  "Methinks you've let this star stuff go to your pea brain. What'll happen if your day job boss finds out? He'll sack you in a heartbeat."

  Stacey wasn't worried. “That's why I wear a mask and use an alias. Onscreen, I'm Jasmine Marie, remember?"

  Lilli threw up her hands and plopped into the deep armchair across from Stacey. “You're impossible. I give up."

  "I guess you shouldn't have shown me that site."

  "I didn't know I'd be creating a sex fiend."

  Stacey couldn't stifle the giggles that bubbled up in her throat. She felt so liberated, so excited. The future no longer looked dim and dreary. It was full of possibilities and fun.

  * * * *

  Brandon had never had sex with a man before, and he'd never imagined the thought would so turn him on. Tommy was a real pretty boy with long silky hair and long, sooty lashes most women would kill for. He had a rock-hard body and really knew how to wield his dick. Brand couldn't wait to feel it inside of him, couldn't wait to be spread and poked in forbidden places.

  If only Stacey could see him now, she wouldn't dare call him boring or vanilla. He'd show her!

  When pangs for his ex struck him square in the chest, he roared his frustration. He pounded his fist into the wall. He didn't want to feel anything for her. She didn't deserve it. Worst of all, he feared she wouldn't care if he fucked the whole G-D world.

  He'd show her.

  But his traitorous heart wasn't ready to let her go, no matter how hard he tried. Shagging other women, and now men, at least took his mind off her for a time and allowed him to breathe.

  He'd felt some genuine feeling with the new woman, Jasmine Marie, which surprised him. Maybe there was hope for him. Maybe he could find a real life when the cameras stopped rolling. Maybe he could find love again.

  He wouldn't hold his breath, though. He didn't even know what Jasmine Marie looked like underneath her mask. He knew nothing of her personality. His reaction to her was crazy, and he commanded his hormones to take a hike.

  His first mission, he decided, was to coax the mask off her. She was a shy one, a real submissive, craving the dark world of BDSM, but afraid to let the world know. His protective instincts came out.

  He didn't want the world to know he was a newcomer to the world of gay sex so he rang Tommy. “Hey, Tom. Has Chuck talked to you yet?” Trying to psych himself up, he opened his fly and fondled his dick. He imagined Tommy bending him over and easing his dick into his arse then gyrating it expertly as he'd seen him do on camera countless times.

  Tommy sighed into the phone. “Yeah. I told him yes. I can't wait to feel your big dick in me."

  "Same here. What you say we get together tonight? Practise?” His heart skipped a few beats as he waited for Tom's reply.

  "I'm already coming, man. You still live in the same flat?"

  Brand was slapping his dick hard by now just thinking of the wild, abandoned sex. “Yep. Bring the wine. I'll supply the mood music."

  "Get revved up for me, lover boy. It'll be a night to remember."

  He hoped it would be so good he could forget Stacey once and for all, and make his heart whole again. He knew it was a lot to ask, but he couldn't go on this way.

  Brand wondered just what kind of music Tommy liked. Stacey had liked rock-n-roll, the harder the better.

  Damn Stacey! Why couldn't he get her out of his head?

  The thought of her made him more determined than ever to enjoy his illicit night with Tommy while he threw himself into his work. She'd probably forgotten all about him. Blimey, she might have even remarried by now. The thought of another man's cock ravaging her pussy, of his lips plundering hers, made him growl, and he stomped across the room not caring if it sounded like a stampede to the flat below.

  It took all his strength of mind to banish his ex from his thoughts, but he didn't want to examine too closely the ache hanging around his heart. In the end, he chose his favourite soft romantic melodies. He lit several fragranced candles and turned off the lights. He showered and donned his robe but nothing else.

  The wait felt infinite as he chafed. He found a gay porno flick and immersed himself in it. Pretending Tommy was running his hands over him, he fondled his dick as he watched.

  Finally, there was a knock on the door. “It's Tom. I've got the wine,” Tommy said in a sing-song voice.

  "Door's open. Come in.” He almost added ‘lover’ but was afraid the neighbours would hear, and he wasn't sure he was ready to announce he was gay. He wasn't sure if he was. Women still did it for him, but the forbidden aspect of fucking a man turned him on, too.

  Tommy let himself in and locked the door behind him. He wore black leather as if he'd rode over on his motorcycle. He'd once told Brand he rode it because the birds thought it was hot and because he liked having the seat bounce between his legs—it gave him a constant hard-on.

  Brand's heated gaze sought Tommy's cock to see if he had a hard-on now and was rewarded to see a big bulge in his pants. “Is that for me?” He didn't mean the wine.

  Tommy didn't play coy as a woman would. He crossed over to Brand and slashed a hot kiss across his lips. “All eight inches of it, lover. Want to see it?"

  The touch of Tommy's lips was nice, but not earth-shattering. But then he was in this for the hard core sex and didn't expect a heavy dose of romance. He tried to stifle the grimace torturing his lips. Like he'd had a lot of romance since his marriage went sour.

  He took the wine and poured two glasses of the ruby-red liquid. He handed one to Tommy and took a sip of his. The bubbles tickled going down his throat and warmed him.

  "Where's your stuff?"

  Brand knew Tommy meant his BDSM equipment. He stood and motioned to his spare bedroom. “In here and it's all set up for us."

  Tommy sashayed in as pretty as any female, prettier than most, and whistled. “I like the stocks. You even have hanging suspension."

  Brand couldn't take his gaze off Tommy's tight, cute arse, wondering how different it would feel compared to fucking a female pussy? Would it be tighter? “I had the ceiling fortified."

  Tommy sidled close and with a long sweep of his tongue, he licked Brand's throat and began to unbutton Brand's shirt. “Take off your clothes, lover. Let me see your big dick."

  Brand's cock flexed and began to throb at the huskiness in Tommy's voice. His arse tightened in anticipation.

  Tommy withdrew a drugstore bag from his pocket. “I brought more presents.” He opened the sack and pulled out an industrial size bottle K-Y and ribbed condoms. “I come prepared."

  Brand was prepared, too, but appreciated the gesture. He'd thought of nothing else all afternoon.

  Brand shrugged out of his robe and let it drop to the floor. Knowing instinctively he was playing the role of the submissive, he stood stock still and lowered his eyes while Tommy inspected him, prodded him and leaned over to kiss the tip of his cock.

  "Very impressive. Your cock's almost as big as mine. That's saying something. We're going to have a good time tonight. Into the stockade with you."

  Brand assented without a word. His master had not given him permission to speak, and he knew the rules. He tried not to let his breathing move a muscle in his body.

  "Bend over and rest your head and arms in the stockade.” Tommy fondled Brand's cock as Brand obeyed, making it hard for him not to moan. He'd never been on this side of the game, and it gave him deeper insight.

  "
You're not allowed to come until I give you permission, or I'll have to punish you."

  Brand wondered when Tommy would shed his clothes and he'd see his lover naked. He longed to see the dick that would be the first to fuck him. He wanted to see if it was hot and hard for him, if it glistened with cum. He tried to twist around to glimpse a look, but Tommy thrashed him with the whip. “Did I say you could look? That you could squirm?"

  He almost said, “No, Master,” but at the last second remembered he'd not been given permission so he bit his lip.

  He heard the whoosh of a zipper, and he imagined Tommy's cock exploding from his pants. Then he heard the whisper of leather sliding down flesh before it smacked the floor. Next the sound of footsteps sounded like ambrosia to Brand's ears as they grew closer.

  His arse clenched and unclenched anxiously awaiting his first penetration.

  "You want it? You want it hard? You may speak. Tell me how bad you want it. Make me believe it."

  Brand's heart beat in triple time, and he thrust his hips back to impale himself on the hot, musky cock. It was so pungent he could almost taste it. “I want to feel your big dick pound into me. I want to feel it screw me until I can't take anymore."

  Tommy tickled his dick with feather-light fingertips. “Ah, but I set the pace, and you will feel my cock in your arse when I'm ready."

  His veins were on fire. His flesh was electrified with need. His cock hung long and heavy, ready to explode. No way could he hold it in.

  Tommy ran the tip of his finger down the crack of Brand's arse then inserted his lubricated finger. Just a little, up to the first knuckle, and he moved it around. “You're tight man, just the way I love it. You'll be a good fuck. When I'm ready."

  Brand wanted to scream, to break loose, grab Tommy, fling him to the floor and pound his cock into the man. But he was locked up tight.

  Tommy pulled out his finger and sauntered around to Brand's face. He held his cock in his hand a mere inch from Brand's mouth and pumped hard. “Lick me. Kiss my cock and suck it dry. I want to ram it to the back of your throat, and you will take all of me without complaint or gagging."

  Brand started to nod, to smile into his lover's eyes, but then remembered his role and dropped his gaze to the cock moving towards his lips.

  He opened his mouth wide and licked the tip. It tasted so salty and so musky, similar to yet different from a woman's flavour. It was intoxicating, and he was getting drunk on just the scent of it.

  Tommy was a considerate lover, only pushing an inch or so at a time until he was in all the way to the hilt. Then he pulled it out and rammed it in.

  Brand concentrated his whole being on being face-fucked, on licking and kissing and sucking. His jaws ached from opening so wide to accommodate the huge cock, but it was a wonderful ache. He kept his eyes wide open so he could see Tommy's beautiful cock. He wished he had a mirror so he could see his lips around it.

  His heart hammered against his ribs, and his breathing became shallow in rhythm with Tommy's.

  Tommy clutched his head, as he plunged in and out, his body shuddering.

  Brand's balls grew heavy and his cock yearned for release.

  "Suck harder, man. Lick faster. I'm going to come."

  Blimey, but Brand couldn't wait to taste Tommy's cum. His body a conduit of desire, he hovered on the precipice. His cum spurted to the floor as he closed his eyes and moaned.

  Tommy's release spurted into his mouth, and he greedily swallowed. So much flooded him that it also coated his chin.

  Finally, after Tommy finished and pulled out, he whipped his buttocks. “You didn't have permission to come yet. How dare you, insolent bitch! You shall pay.” Tommy thrashed Brand several more times, although not enough to break the skin.

  Brand's flesh stung, and it was all he could do not to cry out or beg for mercy. Then he felt something electric spark, and he jolted as if several volts charged him.

  "I hope you've learned your lesson.” Tommy put the prod back in its place and bent over Brand's rear.

  A cool tongue laved the soreness and was soothing and refreshing against Brand's skin. Feeling heavenly, he almost swooned.

  "This time, I'm going to take your arse. I'm only telling you this because it's your first time. I may not be so kind in future. You may thank me."

  "Thank you, Master.” Brand squirmed, and it was all he could do not to impale himself on Tommy's hot cock.

  Tommy grabbed Brand's buttocks and held them tight. He lowered his mouth and licked Brand's bum, then he traced the crack with the tip of his tongue. He delved deeper, flicked faster, leaving a trail of blissful moisture.

  Then he moved away, allowing a cool breeze to wash over Brand.

  The waiting was torture. Brand wanted to scream out for Tommy to shag him, but he dare not. He knew that would only push Tommy pull back and make him wait for it—and he was a raging inferno.

  At long last, Tommy slid the tip of his cock along the crack of Brand's arse. Then he found the hole and slowly, carefully, worked it in.

  Brand had never felt anything like it. He wasn't prepared for the incredible sensations. Flames licked his belly, and he was caught in a back draft of desire.

  Tommy moved faster, became wilder, gyrating his cock and delivering wicked pleasure.

  Brand ground his arse against the cock, tightened his anus around the living flesh, and once again, wished he could feel the gush of his lover's seed rolling down his arse. He couldn't wait to impale his lover on his cock.

  Again, unable to hold back the raging flood of his desire, his cum gushed to the floor, adding to the puddle.

  Tommy held onto him tightly as he ground his hips against Brand. With a primitive roar, Tommy pounded into him one last time.

  Panting, he pulled out, leaving Brand chilly and empty.

  He swatted Brand on the arse. “You're a good fuck, but you're a naughty boy. You'll need several more lessons."

  Brand wasn't adverse. He was glad Tommy wasn't disappointed in him, and they'd be able to work together to produce a hot film. He was happier still that their lovemaking had taken his mind off other things.

  Other things...

  Brand yanked down the guillotine on his rampaging thoughts before they could get out of control.

  Tommy swaggered around and unlocked the stocks, his balls slapping his legs. “It'll be your turn to tie me up and have your wicked way with me after we reenergise."

  They took the bottle of wine with some cheese and crackers into the tub and soaked, holding each other tenderly. Tommy laid his head on Brand's shoulder while their cocks floated in the sudsy water.

  Brand murmured in Tommy's ear as he nibbled it. The warmth from the water was cool in comparison to the warmth curling in his chest. “This is blowing me away. I had no clue what to expect."

  "We're just people. Besides, why should women have all the fun? I like to get fucked by a big, hot dick, too."

  "Um. You're so right. I mean, tight.” He stroked Tommy's wet hair away from his stunning face and gazed deeply into his eyes. “Lay on your side.” He'd used his oversized hot tub to fuck an orgy of women, so why not Tommy?

  Tommy moved to his hands and knees. He looked over his shoulder at Brand and wiggled his arse. “Your turn. Give it to me good."

  Brand was glad they'd carried in the lubricant, and he motioned to Tommy to move back. He thrust his hips out of the water and stuck his cock next to Tommy's large hands. “Do the honours. Prepare me."

  Tommy sat cross-legged and kissed the tip of Brand's cock. Then he scooped out a wad of jelly and slathered it over Brand's cock.

  Brand moaned. “Your hands are awesome."

  If he wasn't careful, he'd come before his dick got anywhere near Tommy's arse. “Enough. Get back on your hands and knees."

  Tommy winked and his grin stretched his face. “You can't wait to get that big thing in me, can you?"

  "No, you naughty boy, I can't. Now assume the position, and you're not allowed to talk until I gi
ve you permission. And no coming, either."

  To tease, Brand circled his fingers around Tommy's cock and massaged it for a few minutes. Then his cock screamed for its turn so he put on a condom.

  He stood on his knees behind Tommy, and he tested how tight his arse was with his finger. He inserted the tip, making Tommy squirm. Then he pushed it further. “You're so tight and hot.” He wondered how his cock would fit inside the warm passage, but he wasn't going to give up without trying.

  He withdrew his finger and lowered his mouth and kissed the smooth skin, feeling as if he was drugged. Unable to wait another moment, he rubbed his penis up and down Tommy's crack then found entry—nirvana. He was really going to do this. He was going to take a walk on the wild side, and he'd never be the same. Holding his breath, he pushed the head of his cock inside and stopped, giving Tommy time to adjust. He knew he was wider than most and hoped Tommy could take his girth. “You okay? You have permission to answer."

  Tommy looked over his shoulder and nodded, passion darkening his eyes. “Yes, Master."

  "Very good.” He pushed a little further, then further still. Finally, his whole cock was swallowed by Tommy's arse. He held onto Tommy's bum and flung back his head and roared. He'd never felt so depraved, so sexy, so out of control, and he loved it. “I'm gonna shag you so hard you'll never forget me."

  A wild man, he pulled almost all the way out then plunged in, over and over.

  Tommy impaled his arse on Brand's cock, grinding insatiably. They panted, they moaned, they screamed their pleasure.

  Brand's balls slapped Tommy's arse. He reached down and tried to touch Tommy's cock, but couldn't keep a hold on it they were moving so fast.

  With a ferocious roar, Brand spasmed and his cum burst forth. So much released that it gushed up his condom and soaked not only his legs but Tommy's arse. He kept pushing until the last spasm stopped and the edges of reality began to infiltrate his conscious. He asked tenderly, “Did you come?” Although spent, he would return the favour if his lover hadn't reached climax, too.

  "I did. Guess you'll have to punish me, Master."

  "I'm too knackered. Later.” Brand pulled out and sank back into the now cooling water of the tub.