Note: I got the idea for this story after modding the PC version of ‘Resident Evil 4’ to make Leon Kennedy more to my liking.
Themes: Horse-hung, older-younger, humiliation, pussification, nullification, revenge, clueless, big butt, cock growth, transformation
Quick links:
- Chapter 1 – Scroll down
- Chapter 2 – Posted 22 October 2024
- Chapter 3 – Posted 25 October 2024
- Chapter 4 – Posted 27 October 2024
- Chapter 5 – Posted 29 March 2025
- Chapter 6 – Posted 29 March 2025
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Chapter 1
Supervisor Chang surveyed Special Operative Jason Kilpatrick from behind steepled fingers. Jason, calm and cool as always, gazed back at him through lidded blue eyes. Jason’s attitude was properly subservient but his expression was unreadable. Chang smiled; he’d supervised Jason’s training himself and knew the man was a well-honed blade, waiting for instruction.
“So, Jason,” Chang began, “are you and Julia planning to have more children?”
If Jason was taken aback by the personal nature of the question, he didn’t show it. “No, Sir.”
Chang nodded. “That’s good.”
“Why is that, Sir?” Jason’s icy blue eyes contained the barest hint of wariness.
Rather than answer the question, Chang continued as if Jason hadn’t said anything. “You’ve been languishing in the ranks, haven’t you? Dying to see some action. Am I right?”
Jason sat up straighter. “I’m always ready to serve my country.”
“You can be honest with me, Jason.” Chang’s demeanor was avuncular, verging on paternal. “I know it hasn’t been easy for you to watch your fellow operatives assigned the more challenging missions while you’ve been stuck doing office work. You haven’t been in the field since you retired from the Seals five years ago.”
Jason looked down briefly before looking back up. “I won’t deny it, Sir. I would like to do something more worthy.”
“Excellent. That’s what I was hoping to hear.” Chang’s smile broadened. “I do apologize for not making better use of you, my boy.” He studied Jason as he said this, taking in every detail of the young man’s taut physique. Jason’s body was rugged and muscular, conditioned to endure the harshest conditions, layered with muscles that verged on bulky but retained a pleasing symmetry and elegance. Even at age thirty four and being a father for nearly fourteen years, he retained a youthful vigor. His flawless, unwrinkled skin glowed like porcelain and his longish blond hair was lustrous in the bright sunlight flooding through Chang’s office windows. He had the chiseled features of a model and the body of a porn star, two qualities that made him the perfect operative for this mission…once a certain liability was removed.
Waving his hand, Chang continued, “It’s a sad commentary on the state of the world that it’s hard to place operatives who are of your…complexion.”
“I don’t understand, Sir.”
“You’re white, Jason.”
Jason nodded. “That’s true, Sir.”
Chang’s eyes narrowed. “Most of our missions require someone who isn’t.”
Blinking, Jason chose to remain silent. He was not only a paragon of masculine force and beauty but he also possessed a keen political mind. He knew that he was on delicate footing talking about race, especially when his supervisor was a man of Asian descent.
“Even though your skills and aptitude are peerless,” Chang continued, “I haven’t been able to place you in our most sensitive operations because of the color of your skin.” He laughed, a mirthless sound. “Even with all of your abilities, you wouldn’t survive more than a few minutes in the most, uh, sensitive places in the Middle East, Africa, Asia or Latin America. And Europe…well, Europe is so bothersome. They don’t like the United States meddling in their affairs after we dropped the ball in Ukraine.” He smiled sadly as Jason bridled almost imperceptibly; Chang knew that he resented the current administration’s decision to cut off aid to the struggling country. “It’s a cross we must bear being the world’s most powerful country.”
“And the best one,” Jason intoned.
From anyone else, this would have come across as sycophancy but Chang knew Jason wasn’t trying to please him. No, the young man really believed in the United States and saw it as the world’s greatest country; he was a conservative, gun-loving, flag-waving patriot through and through. A win-win, Chang thought slyly. “Yes, exactly,” he concurred, nodding, “But that isn’t why I’ve called you here today. The reason, as I’m sure you’re wondering, has to do with a plum mission of the utmost importance. One that has you written all over it.”
Jason leaned forward in his chair, betraying his excitement. “Yes, Sir? What is this mission?”
The young man didn’t rub his big hands together but he might as well have. Chang had to school his face from betraying his elation. He’s taking the bait! His heart started pounding and his hands grew sweaty but he kept his composure, portraying himself as the very essence of munificence. His charade worked; Jason’s wide, clear, blue eyes were guileless, eager, ready. He wanted to prove his loyalty to his country, sure, but he also wanted to get ahead, move up the chain of command. He was clearly tired of his desk job and hankered for something more. This was exactly what Chang was counting on.
Taking a breath, Chang continued, “We have solid intel that the Russian mafia is operating in our own fair city, the very seat of democracy itself.” Jason didn’t respond to this but his eyes narrowed slightly. Chang knew that Jason hated the Russian government with a passion. “We believe they are laundering money and using it to fund clandestine military operations in Niger.”
Jason’s hands balled into fists. Oh, the boy was eager!
Time for the clincher. “We need you to infiltrate their organization, find proof and take them down.” Chang sat back in his seat, folding his arms. “Jason, this is a very perilous mission and I wouldn’t ask just anyone to take it on. Are you willing? It will require your firm commitment and may take you away from your family for a very long time.”
Jason was already nodding vigorously. “Yes, Sir! Of course, Sir! I’ll do whatever it takes.”
“I’m so happy to hear that. I knew I could count on you.” Chang was positively glowing. This couldn’t be going any better! “There is only one, ahem, slight modification we’ll need to make before you proceed with the assignment.”
“Modification?” Jason repeated, staring at him blankly. “What modification?”
“This, uh, crime syndicate is using a ‘house of ill repute’ as their base,” Chang explained. “It’s posing as a gentlemen’s club, one of the highest order, catering only to the world’s most exclusive and wealthy patrons.”
Jason’s face clouded. He was, after all, a serious Christian and a man of severe moral character. “A…brothel, Sir? You need me to infiltrate a brothel?”
“Not just any brothel, Jason. A Russian front, a crime organization that has already laundered over a billion dollars.”
Jason’s cleft chin dipped. “I see but where do I come in? Do you want me to assume the identity of a patron?” He held up his hands. “I mean, I could do it but I don’t know how convincing I’d be. I’ve never visited a wh–I mean a house of prostitution. Julia might not like it.”
Chang sighed. “You’ll be given plenty of training. We have a mole, someone who we’ve recruited to help us infiltrate the club. He’ll make sure you are absolutely perfectly prepared for your new role.” He paused before adding delicately, “but that role won’t be as a patron but as a, well, as a host.”
Jason blinked. “A host? You mean a–”
“Yes, you’ll be acting as a prostitute, Jason.”
To his credit, Jason remained seated but outrage and indignation were etched across his handsome face. “You have got to be kidding me,” he spat. “You want me to be a fu–” he caught himself before uttering the expletive, amending, “a hooker? As in have sex with women for pay? This is ridiculous!”
“It wouldn’t be with women,” Chang clarified. “You would be a client for wealthy men. Those of a certain homosexual persuasion.”
Jason set his jaw, eyes turning steely. He had to force himself to take a few deep breaths before regaining his composure. When he did, his normally level voice nearly cracked a few times. “You are going to pimp me out as a gay plaything?!” He crossed his beefy arms when Chang nodded apologetically. “Then you’ll have to find somebody else. I’m sure Velasquez would be delighted to take on such an important mission.” He pronounced the word important with complete disdain. “Because I won’t do it.”
“Why not, Jason?” Chang’s honeyed voice was the very nectar of reasonability. “I’ve gone through the roster of our best agents and only you possess the necessary…qualifications.”
“And what qualifications are those, Sir?” Jason’s gaze had turned murderous. “And be careful how you answer that question.”
“Are you threatening me, Jason?” Chang frowned, shaking his head. “Most definitely conduct unbecoming a servant of the United States Government’s most prestigious bureau. Perhaps I was wrong about you? Perhaps you’re not suited for this role…or any other in the organization for that matter…”
“Now you’re threatening me.” Jason rolled his eyes but something about the way he sat up slightly betrayed the fact that Chang’s threat had landed.
Chang chose his next words carefully because he knew how close the young agent was to walking out. “Jason, I’ll be completely honest. I picked you for this job not only because you’re the smartest and toughest agent I have but also because of your other…attributes. Let’s be honest: You are a very handsome man. Your body is perfect and your face makes women–and men–willing to do whatever you ask. Being blond-haired and blue-eyed doesn’t hurt, either. These wealthy patrons have a taste for men who look like you. You will have them eating out of your hands! I’m sure after your surgery and some training, you’ll be able to crack this case in record time. All I ask–”
Jason held up his hand. “Wait,” he rumbled in his beautiful, deep voice. “You said surgery. What surgery?”
“Oh, it’s nothing,” Chang said, waving dismissively. “A minor operation. You’ll be in and out in no time and recovery will only take a few weeks.”
“What operation?” Jason repeated, sounding concerned.
Chang paused, licking his upper lip. “You’ll need to receive bottom surgery, Jason. I can schedule it for two weeks from today. That’ll be enough time for you to discuss it with Julia, right?”
Jason moved around in his chair, clearly uncomfortable. “‘Bottom surgery’? You mean, like, surgery on my butt or something?”
Chang shook his head. “No. I mean, I don’t think so. The doctor seemed to think your, uh, posterior is more than adequate for the job. This procedure is,” he took a breath, hoping against hope that he’d read Jason correctly and could convince him of this, “to reform your genitals into those of a female. We need to give you a vagina, Jason.”
***
Chapter 2
Chang couldn’t believe his good fortune. Jason agreed. He actually agreed!
“I’ll have to talk it over with Julia,” Jason said, looking down at his lap as if he was staring at his bulge for the last time. “But I’m sure she’ll be Ok with it…eventually.” He cradled his head in his hands. “I have no idea how I’ll explain this to the boys, though. God, what do I say?”
“Do they need to know?” Chang’s voice was soothing. “I mean, they don’t need to, right? After all, this mission is top secret, the less anyone knows the better. If it makes it easier for you, tell Julia that you’re forbidden from discussing the surgery with anyone besides her.”
Jason thought about it. “You’re right. I won’t tell them.” He winced. “I can’t imagine it, though, when they find out their father has a…” His voice trailed off as he found himself unable to complete the sentence.
Chang reached across the desk and clapped him on the shoulder. “They’ll know their father is willing to sacrifice anything for their country. That is more than enough.”
Jason looked up at him, his blue eyes haunted. “Can the doctor, er, undo it after I’m done, after I’ve cracked the case. I mean–”
“Maybe,” Chang interrupted. “You can ask the surgeon. I have no idea if the procedure is reversible but you could always wear a prosthetic. I hear they’ve come a long way.”
“A prosthetic?” Jason shivered. “You mean stick a rubber dildo in my underwear. Really?”
“I’ve heard that’s what some trans men do, Jason.” Chang smiled. “A penis doesn’t make you a man. I don’t need to tell you that.”
“But does a vagina make me a woman?” Jason’s eyes were wide, uncertain.
He looked so innocent, so young, so fearful. It turned Chang on to no end. Yes, he’s going to be perfect, he thought. Just perfect. In the end, Chang opted not to reply to Jason’s question. After all, what could he say?
***
Julia was predictably furious. “They can’t ask you to do this, Jason! It’s monstrous! They can’t make you give up your penis!”
“Shhh, Honey!” Jason pleaded. “Keep it down! The boys will hear!” He closed their bedroom door, hoping his sons, Justin and Isaac, and Jusin’s friend, TJ, weren’t listening. They were playing video games in the den just outside their bedroom.
Julia hung her head, tearful. “This is wrong, Jason, and you know it.” She lifted her head again, fixing him with her glistening eyes. “Tell me about this mission. I need to know everything. The fate of the whole fucking country had better be at stake if they’re going to chop off your dick.”
Jason scowled at her use of profanity and the reference of amputating his male appendage. “You know I can’t tell you that, Julia. I had to get special permission just to tell you about the…uh, you know, the procedure.” He swallowed, unable to make himself say it. It took all he had to even have this conversation with his wife. “I don’t even know that much yet,” he added, trying to mollify her, “but I will say it’s very important.”
“I should hope so.” Julia wiped her eyes, looking up at him like she didn’t recognize him any longer. “What will we be after this, Jason? Lesbian lovers? I don’t know about you but I like you with a penis. Ok, I’ll say it: I like your penis. It’s big, for one thing. And thick, for another.” She smiled to herself. “And you sure know how to use it.”
For some reason, hearing Julia talk about his manhood–the manhood he was about to lose–only made him feel worse. “I’ll still have a tongue,” he added in a small voice. “And fingers. They say the biggest sex organ is the human brain, right? C’mon, Honey, we’ll be fine. We find a way to have fun. We’ll make it work.”
Julia seemed unconvinced. After a prolonged silence, she threw up her hands, angry again. “I still say this is fucked up! Jesus, Jason! Did I complain when you were deployed to that hell hole in the Middle East? Did I say anything when you were gone for months at a time, leaving me to raise our boys alone? Was I ever anything but supportive of your military career?” She shook her head. “No! I sacrificed everything for you because I love you and I knew what you were doing was critical to our nation’s security. This, though…this is too much!”
“I swore an oath,” Jason reminded her, “to serve our country, Julia, no matter what. Under any circumstances, for any reason. If I’m already prepared to give my life for my country, this seems like a small thing to ask.”
“It’s not small,” Julia pointed out. “It’s actually really big.”
“Whatever.” Jason reached out and pulled her into his arms, nuzzling her neck. “Let’s make use of this big, small thing while I still have it, Ok?”
***
After sex and showering, Jason stood naked in front of the mirror, wiping the steam off the glass. He surveyed his long, lean, supple, muscular body, eyes zeroing in on his penis. Julia wasn’t wrong: It was big. Really big. And thick. Really thick. He grinned, waggling it until it slapped against his furry thighs, and then abruptly sobered. He was starting to reach for his boxers when the door opened and his son’s friend, TJ Lopez, stepped inside. TJ was fifteen, a year older than Justin, and an avid soccer player. He was also, in Jason’s opinion, a somewhat bad influence. The kid was mouthy and had a bad habit of not giving adults their proper respect.
“Hey!” Jason yelped, covering himself. “Get out!”
TJ looked briefly apologetic but didn’t make any move to leave. He was tall, Jason noticed for the first time, having sprouted up over the past year and now was only a couple inches shorter than him. With skin the color of nutmeg and cloves, TJ had slightly slanted eyes that were deep amber and always alive with mischief. He straightened and took a step toward Jason, smiling slyly. “So, Mr. Kilpatrick, I overheard ya talkin’ with Mrs. Kilpatrick…” His voice was lilting, sing-songy.
“TJ,” Jason stated coldly, “get out of here. This is inappropriate.” He briefly debated taking the kid by the arm and forcing him out of the bathroom but that would mean he’d have to stop covering his privates and he wasn’t about to do that.
Rather than obeying, TJ stepped closer. The words he said next caused poor Jason no end of panic. “Is it true?” he pressed. “Are ya really gonna have a pussy between yer legs?” He chuckled to himself. “‘Cuz if it is, that’d be sooper hot. Ha! Jason Kilpatrick with a cunt! I’d pay money to see that.”
“TJ,” Jason said sternly, fighting to keep his voice steady, “That is none of your business.” He jerked his chin toward the door. “Leave. NOW.” He pitched his voice as deep as possible for maximum authority but it had no effect on the boy. If anything, it seemed to embolden him.
“Poor Justin and Isaac,” TJ tutted, “stuck with a pussified daddy.” He shook his head sadly. “Just wait til the kids at school find out. Haha! Wouldn’t that be a shame? I wonder how badly they’ll get teased?” He paused, surveying Jason’s reddening face. “And I wonder what their parents will think?” He shrugged, “Looks like we’re gonna find out.”
Jason could feel the heat traveling from his cheeks down his neck and onto his back. Now he saw that he’d been wrong about TJ: The kid wasn’t just a bad influence, he was the devil incarnate. He kicked himself for ever letting Justin be friends with him in the first place and doubly kicked himself for letting his conversation with Julia be overheard by the malignant brat. TJ had him over a barrel and he was helpless.
“D-D-Did Justin and Isaac hear, too?” He gave up trying to keep his voice steady. Desperation has a habit of doing that to a guy.
TJ shook his head. “Nope. Just me. I was heading to the bathroom to take a piss when I heard ya arguin’.” His eyes narrowed. “But they could know tonight if yer not careful. I could tell ‘em everything.”
“Ok, what do you want?” Jason’s chest was clenched and his heart was pounding. “Because it’s obvious you’re angling for something here. What is it?” He recognized an offer for a bribe when he heard it. He couldn’t believe he was being blackmailed by a fifteen year old!
TJ took one more step closer. He was so near that Jason could feel the puffs of his hot breath on his face. Smirking, the boy looked him up and down before reaching out to pull his hands away from his crotch. Jason gritted his teeth as his long schlong dangled in the breeze…on full display in front of a minor.
“What do I want? What do I want?” TJ repeated musingly, grinning from ear to ear. “That depends.” His eyes zeroed in on Jason’s cock but Jason knew he wasn’t really looking at it. No, TJ was clearly imagining what he would look like with a vagina. Letting the tip of his tongue rest on his upper lip for a moment, TJ continued. “You see, Mr. Kilpatrick, it may come as a surprise to you but I’m still a virgin.” He cupped his crotch in his big hand, squeezing his bulge. “And I REALLY wanna fuck some pussy.” He looked back up, fixing him with his beautiful, treacherous gaze. “What I want is to be the first guy who fucks yer new cunt. You lemme do that and I’ll keep silent ‘bout yer surgery. I won’t tell nobody.” He shrugged. “Or don’t and everyone will know…”
***
Chapter 3
Julia didn’t waste any time. The next day, Jason arrived home to discover she had moved his stuff out of their room and deposited it in a pile on the floor of the guest bedroom. When he asked her about it, she shrugged and said, “Jason, I thought about it and decided I can’t do it. I’m asking for a divorce.” She flipped her long, black hair almost casually, adding, “You can stay here until your surgery. After that, you’re on your own.”
He sank down onto his haunches, holding his head in his hands. There were no tears, of course, but he had never felt such an inner sense of desolation. Not since his older brother had died in Afghanistan had he felt this bad. It took him a while to realize the pain in his chest wasn’t a heart attack; it was a broken heart.
No amount of pleading helped.
Julia became almost disdainful when he asked what he could do to save their marriage. “Nothing,” was her reply. “I realized after our conversation the other night that our marriage has been running on fumes for a long time. It’s not just your willingness to sacrifice your manhood and dignity, it’s other stuff.” She crossed her arms. “The truth is that you sacrificed your manhood a long time ago, Jason. Did you really think that your ‘Mr. Tough Guy’ act makes you a man? Do you think it’s what I need? What the boys need?” She snorted with derision. “We need you, Jason. Not some cardboard cutout of a patriot. You’re not human. You’re a machine.”
“I’ll change!” he pleaded, getting down on his knees. “Please, Julia! I’ll tell Chang I won’t do it! I’ll be the man and father you want me to be! Just don’t leave me!”
Never had his wife given him such a cold stare. “It’s too late for that, Jason. Way too late. Besides, I don’t think you can change. I don’t think you even know who you are.”
She walked out.
***
Throwing salt on his wounds, Julia invited TJ’s father to dinner that evening. Jason froze when he sat down at the far end of the table and saw Julia and Ramón Lopez sitting beside each other at the other end. He swallowed, looking from Julia’s steely gaze over to Ramón’s smug one. He knew immediately that they were lovers, had been lovers for quite some time by the looks of things.
A moment later, his boys–breathless and sweaty from playing soccer out in the back–entered the dining room, followed soon after by TJ. Their faces were confused as they looked from Jason to their mother and Ramón. Jason hunched his shoulders. He’d never been so humiliated in his life and knew the manly thing would be to get angry, yell and throw things. Instead, however, he just sat there meekly, staring down at his food, unable to bear his sons’ perplexed faces.
“Boys,” Julia announced, “you know, Ramón, right?” Isaac and Justin nodded. Jason kept his head lowered. “You’ll be seeing more of him from now on while your father and I, um, work some things out.”
Silence.
Jason felt like he was drowning in a sea of barely suppressed emotions, his heart was like a rock in his chest and he could barely breathe. His face turned red and he cursed his pale complexion for betraying him like this. He really wanted to sit up and square his shoulders and carry on like the soldier he’d been trained to be. Instead, he just sat there like a deflated balloon. It was like he’d already been castrated, like he had nothing down there at all. He was empty, a non-man. A non-person.
He almost jumped when he felt TJ’s hand move onto his thigh. He batted the hand away but the brat merely moved it back, clamping down and refusing to let go. Jason’s heart started pounding. He looked up and realized Julia and Ramón were talking like old friends, completely oblivious to his presence. He wondered how long they’d been having this affair? Stiffening, he realized they must have started it when he was deployed to the Middle East more than eight years ago. He’d been gone so long that he expected Julia to be overjoyed upon his return, yet she’d merely hugged him and given him a peck on the cheek at the airport before handing the toddler, Isaac, over to him. Isaac had looked up at him like he was a stranger. The ride home had been strained, to say the least. Their sex life had dwindled down to almost nothing. In the past, Julia had always been the initiator but now he was the one who wanted–and barely ever got–sex. The sad truth was he hardly ever was in the mood. Warfare had that effect on him. He clenched his jaw when, too late, he understood the toll it had taken on him. It had taken his marriage, his life and now his manhood. Was it worth it?
He looked over and caught TJ staring at him. The boy winked, smiling wolfishly. “It’ll be Ok, Mr. Kilpatrick,” he whispered. “You got me.” He puffed out his narrow chest proudly. “We Lopez men know how to take care of our bitches.”
Jason tore the kid’s hand off his leg and, pushing himself up from the table, stalked off. Putting on his shorts and running shoes, he lost himself in his third workout of the day.
***
Gil Baptiste came into the office on Monday, less than a day after he returned from his mission in Niger. He yawned and stretched, finding his way to the staff kitchen and making himself a cup of coffee. One nice thing about being an special operative, he thought as he sipped the steaming mug of black coffee, was the quality of office refreshments. Budget cuts hadn’t hampered the little luxuries the bureau provided its most prized agents.
He looked around, sensing the vibe. The place felt more subdued than usual and he could hear people whispering here and there. Two big, beefy ex-Marines, who now served as the muscle for domestic counterterrorism cases, were engrossed in a particularly salacious conversation. He could tell by their hunched postures and the shit-eating grins on their ugly faces. They kept looking across the room toward Agent Kilpatrick’s office.
Gil sighed.
Jason Kilpatrick. His rival.
Well, actually the rivalry was entirely one-sided. Jason had taken an instant dislike to him when they first met as cadets. Gil didn’t know exactly why but he suspected it was because he was bigger, taller, stronger and faster than Jason and Jason was used to being all of those things. He was also smarter than the big white dude but he kept that to himself.
Their lives were an almost perfect butterfly pattern of each other. They’d both married at age nineteen and had two sons who played soccer on the same teams. They’d both attended West Point, joined the Navy, become SEALS, served on the same deployments and became operatives after retiring. They lived in the same subdivision, even attended the same church. The only difference was that Jason was white and Gil was mixed Haitian and Dominican. Oh, and Gil got sent out on special assignments a lot more than Jason. He suspected this was why their relationship–already tenuous at the best of times–had soured over the past four years.
He didn’t know what possessed him to do so but he sauntered over to Jason’s office. He leaned against the door frame, sipping his coffee and taking in the impeccable orderliness of the dude’s lair. Everything was tidy to the point of being sanitized. No clutter, no dirt, no dust, no coffee stains. There were pictures of his kids on the desk and a cross hung on the wall above his laptop stand.
“Yo, Kilpatrick,” Gil rumbled, smiling when Jason’s back went momentarily rigid at the sound of his voice.
Jason turned to fix him with those icy blue eyes. He smiled but the smile never reached his eyes. “Baptiste,” he rumbled in an equally deep voice. “You got a new scar.”
Gil reached up and gingerly touched his cheek where a stray bullet had grazed him and then touched his notched earlobe, further evidence of the bullet’s passage. “Yeah, guess I won’t win any beauty contests now. Not that I ever would have anyway. Some of us aren’t blessed in that department like you.”
For some reason, this made Jason’s cheeks color almost imperceptibly. He was so pale that Gil had no trouble detecting this. Jason looked away but not before Gil caught the note of something unexpected in his eyes. Was it uncertainty? Fear? Sadness? Certainly, Jason seemed even more rigidly put together than usual. His pants and shirt were pressed and his tie was perfectly straight. Yeah, Gil knew him well enough by now to recognize the signs of Kilpatrick under stress.
He entered the office, leaning against Jason’s desk, and picked up one of the little Stations of Cross action figures that Jason had arrayed on his desktop. It was a Roman soldier wielding a whip. Gil studied it, amused. He noticed the soldier’s balteus was especially brief. If he squinted, he just about make out the little dude’s uncirc–
Jason plucked the action figure out of his hands and placed it back down on the desk, positioning it over the cowering figure of the Christ. “Did you need something, Baptiste?” he asked. “If not, I’m very busy.”
“Just wanted to say hi is all,” Gil said, smiling warmly. Something about Jason’s shaken demeanor made him feel for the guy. He glanced down at the desk and noticed for the first time that Julia’s picture was missing. He looked over to Jason’s left hand and gave a little start when he saw there was no wedding band. Almost unconsciously, he looked down at his own ring finger, noting how the skin was still pale where his wedding ring had been; he and his wife, Talia, had separated in March. He cleared his throat, offering, “Let’s take a break. Go down to the course.” He batted Jason on the arm. “Like old times.”
He fully expected Jason to decline the invitation but was surprised when his erstwhile rival stood up from his desk and, grabbing his jacket, held the door open for Gil. “Sure,” he said in a low voice. “I could use a distraction.”
***
“Jason, you’re awfully thin. Have you been running too much again?”
Jason looked down at his rippling muscles and shrugged. “Maybe.”
“You always do that when you’re upset about something.” Gil pulled his t-shirt over his head, revealing his smooth, muscular, deeply scarred torso. “What’s going on?”
Jason didn’t answer and instead continued undressing. Soon, they were both naked, two towering studs with incredibly lean and muscular bodies. Gil noticed that Jason’s body was completely smooth. This was unusual; he knew Jason was no manscaper and preferred to leave his body hair intact. Being bare of hair made his big, circumcised dick look even bigger. Gil shook his head; Jason was hung even by Haitian standards.
The locker room was empty and they were in no hurry. They pulled on their kevlar jockstraps and donned their body armor, preparing to take on the worst that the challenge course had to offer. Emerging on the field a while later, Gil shivered in the cool November air. The sky overhead was leaden and the wind was chilly. He missed the deserts of Niger already; he’d always been more suited to hotter climates and had never enjoyed life this far north.
They had the training grounds to themselves. The course was laid out before them, a high-tech combat arena designed to simulate combat in a number of arenas as well as test the endurance of even the most seasoned athletes. They started jogging, their armor weighing them down and their rifles slung over their backs. Jason took the lead as always but only because Gil allowed him.
The first part was all endurance. They ran for a couple miles and then forded a large pond, struggling to keep their heads above water as their equipment and armor weighed them down. Then it was a sprint through the woods and over a rock wall, ending in a trip under razor wire where live ammo whizzed overhead. Finally, they emerged in a burned-out cityscape where robotic snipers fired paint pellets at them. Jason skillfully nailed sniper after sniper, his aim unerring. Gil gunned down the few that remained.
They didn’t speak, didn’t look at each other. Jason’s jaw was clenched the whole time and his carriage was erect, stiff, unbending. Even disheveled with his long, blond hair raked across his face, he looked beautiful. And haunted. Dude’s in serious pain, Gil thought, heart warming further to the man. He thought about saying something as they jogged out of the mock city to the hand-to-hand combat grounds but thought better of it.
There were a bunch of new recruits waiting to challenge them in combat. The guys–and a few women–were already sparring and had finished the course some time ago, meaning they were better rested than Gil and Jason. Still, he and Kilpatrick were the cream of the crop and neither were worried. Shrugging off their rifles and packs, they stripped out of the top layer of their body armor. Jason was wearing a black tank top that really made his muscles pop. Gil couldn’t help admiring the guy a little. Jason never seemed to age, always radiated health, vigor and determination. Especially in combat. Yeah, Jason really came alive when he was fighting. He could have passed for ten years younger than his nearly thirty five years.
Gil accepted a challenge from a trio of seasoned cadets, laying them flat with a few well-placed kicks. He was a precise and stealthy fighter who never wasted a move. This had earned him the nickname, Phantom, from his SEAL squadmates. Jason’s nickname was Dozer because he was the opposite of Gil in a fight: He went into a near frenzy, battering his way through the enemy lines, reminding Gil of the berserkers of Norse legends. It made sense: Jason was about as Viking as they came.
That day, Jason was even more unhinged than usual. After pummeling four guys, he started beating the shit out of a hapless cadet. The poor dude had his hands over his face and was begging Jason to stop. Eyes burning like unholy embers, Jason let out a roar that sent chills down Gil’s spine. Rather than stopping, he redoubled his efforts, raining down blows. Spittle flew out of his mouth, his face was scarlet and his eyes were bulging.
“Jason, hey, buddy,” Gil soothed, deftly inserting himself between Kilpatrick and his victim. Jason was so overcome by bloodlust that he didn’t even seem to recognize him and Gil had to catch his fists in his hands, holding him inert. Jason struggled, trying to break free but Gil knew all of his moves and had no trouble containing him. The cadet scrambled away, holding his crotch and shaking with fear. He was bleeding from several wounds. Gil looked back at him, ordering, “Leave.” He swept his eyes over the rest of the wide-eyed cadets, adding, “All of you. Go NOW.”
They left.
“LET ME GO!” Jason shouted. “FUCKIN’ LET ME GO!”
Gil, of course, did no such thing. Holding him tight, he shook his head. Jason must be really upset if he was swearing. In all of the years he’d known him, he’d never once heard the man utter a cuss word. He flipped Jason over onto his back and straddled him, holding his hands over his head in the mud. Finally, Jason wore himself out, collapsing under Gil’s superior weight and strength and lying there with glassy eyes.
“I hate you,” he said, eyes gaining focus long enough to zero in on Gil’s face. “I fuckin’ hate you.”
Gil chuckled. “Tell me something I don’t know.” He got up and extended his hand to help the man off the ground. He half expected Jason to refuse but he accepted, grasping Gil’s calloused hand in his own.
Chests heaving as they struggled to catch their breath, they stood silently together, alone on the combat grounds. The sky overhead had darkened, threatening rain, and the wind was even colder than before. It felt like it could even snow, although that would be almost unheard of at that time of the year. Gil shivered.
“Jason,” he began, purposely not looking at his friend, “did I ever tell you about where I grew up?”
“No.” Jason’s voice was toneless; he sounded half dead.
“My father was a refugee who fled Haiti after the earthquake. He married a woman from the Dominican Republic and had me and my three brothers.”
“Fascinating.”
Such sarcasm! Gil had no idea that ‘Goody-Goody Kilpatrick’ possessed such a barbed tongue. He ignored his tone, “I was born in Santo Domingo and half my family is from Haiti but I never felt like I belonged to either the Dominican Republic or Haiti. I came to the United States when I was four.”
Jason turned to face him finally. “Gil, why are you telling me this?”
“Life was hard here,” Gil continued, ignoring the question, “and I felt even more like an outsider. I didn’t speak English, didn’t look like the other kids, was dirt poor.”
“And your point is?”
Gil looked at him, smiling. “My point is that I realized something important all those years ago.”
“Yeah?” Jason’s hands were on his slim hips. He was impatient, just about ready to stalk off.
Gil gestured to encompass the surrounding practice grounds and the city beyond them. “I realized I am like all Americans. None of us really belong here. Except for the Native Americans, we’ve all come from somewhere else. We haven’t lived here long enough to truly belong. That will take generations. Maybe it will never happen?”
“Interesting observation,” Jason muttered. “Not sure I buy it and I’m really not sure what this has to do with anything.”
Gil sighed. “Right now, we have only our shared hopes and dreams to bring us together as Americans. But you know what?”
“What?” Jason’s eyes had regained their usual cold disdain. Gil felt his opportunity to reach him slipping away.
“Hopes and dreams aren’t enough, Jason. We need something else if we’re ever going to make it here.” Jason started to walk away, obviously over the conversation but he halted when Gil concluded, “We need a home. A true home. And the only one we’ll ever find is in the arms of our brothers.”
Jason was standing there with his back to him. His spine was straight and his shoulders were thrust out. Even so, Gil could tell he was shaking. Acting on impulse, he reached out and placed his hand on Jason’s shoulder. Surprisingly, Jason didn’t shake it off. He merely stood there, body trembling in Gil’s grasp. He was warm. His body was steaming.
Gil didn’t remember it happening but the next moment Jason was hugging his body against him, sobbing. Gil wrapped his arms around him and held him close, allowing the man to fall apart. He suspected this was the first time in Jason’s adult life that he’d ever cried and the outpouring of grief took the guy by surprise.
No one interrupted them. The place was abandoned as the rain began to fall down from the sky, slowly drenching their bodies. Soon, they were clinging to each other as much out of the desire to stay warm as to derive comfort. Gil rubbed Jason’s back, enjoying the sensation of the other man’s body against his own. He was opening his mouth to say it was time to leave when Jason lifted his lips and kissed him.
The kiss was tentative and his tongue was furtive, flicking over the front of Gil’s teeth. Gil froze, shocked, and Jason pulled away, eyes full of worry. “I’m sorry!” he chirped, sounding like a teenage boy. “I didn’t mean it! It just sort of happened!”
In answer, Gil kissed him back.
***
They made their way back to the locker room in silence, pretending like the kiss had never happened. Gil kept touching his lips where Jason’s had brushed them. His heart felt free, light, ecstatic. Never in a million years would he have guessed that he’d kiss Jason Kilpatrick!
For his part, Jason was subdued. He kept his head down and lips pursed. Gil didn’t interrupt, allowing him the space to sort through what had just happened. They had time. Plenty of time. Maybe the kiss meant nothing? Maybe it meant everything? He didn’t know or care. He just wanted to enjoy this moment.
They showered together, stripping out of their sodden gear and padding into the shower room side by side. Gil occasionally cast a glance over to Jason but Jason’s eyes were always closed. He was standing there with his chin lifted, letting the spray rain down on his face and body. Gil smiled; Jason always had a flare for the dramatic.
Toweling off at their lockers afterwards, Jason finally turned to him and asked, “What is that stuff? Moisturizer?”
Gil looked up from spreading shea butter over his legs. “Black skin dries out faster than white skin,” he explained. “I gotta moisturize or my skin will get ashy.”
“Can I try some?”
Gil smiled, offering the tub to Jason who dabbed a fingertip in and sniffed it before rubbing it on his face. He handed back the tub and Gil continued his skincare routine, conscious of Jason’s eyes on him the whole time.
“Your skin is beautiful.”
“So is yours.” Gil looked up and flashed him a quick grin. For some reason, his heart was pounding. He ignored it and moved his hands to his buttocks, coating them liberally with the butter until he knew they were shining like lustrous orbs. His skin was darker than most black guys, a rich ebony color nearly everywhere. Looking over his shoulder, he asked, “Hey, Jason, can you help me out?”
“Sure.” Jason was standing right behind him. Gil could feel his gaze burning into his skin. “What do you need?”
Arching his back and bending over, Gil did the unthinkable. Even as the words were leaving his mouth, he couldn’t believe he was uttering them. “Can you help me reach a spot? It’s right back here.” He spread his ass cheeks with his hands and pointed at his asshole.
Silence.
And then Jason was fucking him. It happened so fast that Gil had no time to prepare. He was only vaguely aware of Jason slathering up his cock with shea butter before the man was yanking his head back. Gil yelped in pain as that huge, thick cock rammed inside of him. He didn’t have time to dwell on the agony of his torn sphincter, though, because Jason was already thrusting hard and deep inside of him. He took him by the hips and slammed into him, crotch slapping against Gil’s big, muscular buttocks. Gil fell forward and caught himself on the bench, holding on for ballast and grunting with each violent thrust.
When Jason came, he sank backward onto his butt, pulling Gil along with him until he was sitting on his lap. He could feel that throbbing organ spurting semen all over inside his rectum. Their bodies were hot, dripping with sweat. The air smelled carnal, lusty. Jason took hold of Gil’s erect cock and stroked him, wrapping one hand across his taut belly as he jacked him to a furious climax. Gil roared as he dick spewed cum. It was magnificent.
They sagged back afterwards, Jason lying down on the clammy tile with Gil face up on top of him. He could feel Jason’s lips on the back of his neck. He sighed, savoring the feeling of Jason’s big, soft cock still lodged up his butt. “I’m a top,” he admitted sheepishly, “but it’s fun to mix things up occasionally. I enjoyed it.”
There was a long pause. Finally, “You’re gay, Gil?”
Gil laughed. “Not gay. Bi. Like you.”
“But I–” Jason’s voice broke off for a moment before he amended, “You’re right. I guess I am bi. How long have you known?”
Gil turned his head and met Jason’s lips. “That you’re bi or that I’m bi?”
“Both, I guess.”
“I’ve known I was bi since I was five. I’ve just always enjoyed men and women.” He licked Jason’s tongue and then continued, “You, though. I never suspected…until today, that is. I acted on a hunch, that’s all.”
Jason sighed and Gil, who was lying on top of him, felt his body sagging down with the movement. “I’ve…had a lot going on lately. A lot of unexpected things.” He laughed. “Like this.”
“It doesn’t have to mean anything,” Gil reassured. “It can be a one-time thing.”
“What if I don’t want it to be?”
Gil turned around so he could fix Jason with his gaze, wincing a little as his buddy’s big cock slipped out of his gaping hole. “I would like that but promise me you’ll think about it first, ok? Don’t rush into anything. I’ll give you all the time you need.”
***
Chapter 4
Jason showed up on Gil’s doorstep that evening just after he’d picked up his boys from soccer practice. The doorbell rang and he opened the door to find Jason standing there with an enormous camouflage duffle bag at his feet and a dust-colored backpack slung over his shoulder. Before Gil could react, Jason pushed him against the wall and began devouring him with his wet, hot mouth.
Gil had to fight to get free. Looking over his shoulder into the living room where his boys were playing video games, he hissed, “Jesus, Jason! Not in front of the kids! Their mother already thinks I’m a total gay slut and a bad influence. She’s trying to use it as a reason to get custody in the divorce.”
Jason hung his head, abashed. “Sorry.” He lifted his chin and fixed Gil with those killer baby blue eyes. “Can I stay here with you?”
“What are we?” Gil quipped. “A couple of lesbians?” He laughed. “We fucked and now you’re ready to move in?” He put his hand on Jason’s forehead. “What is wrong with you? Are you sick? Where’s the uptight Agent Kilpatrick I know and despise?”
“That’s not funny.”
Was that a tear in the corner of his eye? Yes, it was. A moment later, Jason threw himself into Gil’s arms and held him fiercely in his big, muscly arms. Gil patted him on the back, looking over to be sure the boys weren’t watching. Finally, he sighed and gave in, caressing his buddy’s back and holding him tight against his chest. Jason stifled a sob.
“Things that bad, huh?”
Jason nodded, his head wedged under Gil’s chin. “I need you, Gil. Really need you.” His voice was muffled but even so Gil could hear it crack. “Can I stay with you? Please?”
Gil thought for a moment. When he’d basically seduced Jason that morning, he hadn’t thought it would turn into anything beyond a casual fuck…if that. The truth was he was still shocked to find out that Jason liked dick. Was he ready to be a couple? With a man who was obviously carrying a lot of baggage, both literally and figuratively. He looked beyond Jason to the backpack flung across the floor and the overstuffed duffle bag on the stoop.
“You can stay,” he said finally. “But you’ve got to sleep in the guest bedroom and you can’t touch me, well, like this,” he gently pushed Jason away, “when the boys are around. Got it?”
The radiantly grateful smile on Jason’s face was enough to make him want to toss the stud on the bed and have his way with him. After bottoming–he could still feel his poor hole complaining from the rape by Jason’s hulking cock–he was ready to reciprocate. The thought of fucking a virginal, white-boy butthole got him hard and he had to reposition himself in his underwear.
He put his hand on Jason’s shoulder and steered him into the living room. “Toussaint? Jean Philippe?” he called out. His boys looked up disinterestedly from their game. “You remember Mr. Kilpatrick, right? Justin and Isaac’s dad?” They nodded. “He’s gonna crash here for a few days in the guest room. You Ok with that?” Another nod. “Good. Go back to playing. Dinner’ll be ready in a bit.”
“Cute kids,” Jason murmured as Gil hefted his duffle bag, dragging it into the guest bedroom. Gil motioned to the bathroom off to the side and Jason’s eyes lit up with mischief when he saw the room was linked to the master bedroom by way of the bathroom. “Niiiiiice,” he whispered conspiratorially. “We’ve got privacy.”
“Just be careful,” Gil warned. “Toussaint’s fourteen now and very curious about sex. He’s also got ears like an owl. We’ll need to lock the doors and be very quiet. Can you do that?”
Jason gave him a mock salute. “Sir! Yes, Sir!”
“At ease, soldier,” Gil said, mussing Jason’s thick, long hair. “God, can you be any sexier? I could eat you right up!”
Jason was back in his arms, his whole body quivering with expectation. “What’s stopping you?”
“Well, for starters the fact I need to eat something besides your ass.” Gil rubbed his tummy. “And the boys will notice if we fuck right now. Like I said, we gotta be careful or I could wind up only seeing them on the occasional weekend or holiday.” He paused, shaking his head. “Jason, I can’t believe how much you’ve changed. I never would’ve guessed you were bi, much less that you would…adapt…so quickly to being with a man.”
“Maybe I’ve been suppressing my true self for so long, I just couldn’t stand it any longer?” Jason shrugged. “Does it matter? I’m here and I’m horny and I want you in the worst way.”
“Works for me.” Gil dipped his head to kiss him on the cheek before releasing him from his arms and heading towards the kitchen. He reached back and patted Jason’s pert, firm, bubbly buttocks as he passed by. “Like I said, dinner’s in a half hour. We’ll eat in the dining room…and tonight I’ll be eating your asshole in my bedroom.”
***
When he opened the door to his bedroom after the boys had gone to bed, he found Jason lying naked on the bedspread. He’d shoved his cock and balls between his legs, giving himself a mangina. Holding out his arms, he asked, “So? What do you think?”
“About your muff?” Gil said, climbing down onto the bed like a prowling tiger. “I like it. I’ve always had a thing for shaved pussy.” Jason giggled. “Speaking of which, when’d you start shaving everything? Not that I’m complaining, of course. I prefer you this way.”
Jason looked off to the side. “I’m taking, er, classes from somebody. Somebody who’s giving me advice. You know, gay advice. Teaching me how to be more appealing to men.”
“There are people who do that?” Gil shook his head. “Well, baby, I gotta say it’s working. You’ve never looked more fuckable. A little too skinny but definitely fuckable.”
Fuck, there was that smile! It made up for all of the hassle Jason was putting him through. “I’ll work on putting on some weight.” Jason’s smile turned shy. “Are you serious about my pussy?” He nodded down to the little crease between his legs. Gil had to admit it looked pretty convincing. “Would you still fuck me if this was real?”
Gil placed his hand on either side of Jason’s shoulders and stared down at him. Jason’s eyes were wide, innocent…vulnerable. It was an incredible turn on. “Are you serious? Jason, I’d fuck you even if you had a blowhole in the middle of your forehead…so long as you let me fuck it.” He dipped his head and kissed him. “You’re that special.”
“I love you.”
Gil’s eyes went wide. “Whoa, bro! You really are a lesbian, aren’t you? That was fast!”
“Do you love me?” Jason sat up a little beneath him, searching his face. “I need to know, Gil.”
If anyone else had asked him the same question, Gil would have been dismissive or found some way to joke his way out of having to give a straight answer. Something about the raw emotion welling up in Jason’s eyes, though, stopped him. He thought about it for a while before answering truthfully, “I’ve loved you as a brother since I met you.” He paused, surprised to find tears welling up in his own eyes. “And, yeah, I suppose I am falling for you. It’s awfully soon but this could be love.”
“Good.” Jason’s eyes were shining. “That’s good enough for me. I had to know what we shared wasn’t just a casual fling. I can’t give myself to someone who doesn’t care for me.”
“Aw, darling. You really are a chick in a man’s body.” Gil lowered his face and nuzzled Jason’s soft neck. “I care about you, Jason. I care about you a lot. More than I probably should about a clueless white boy with far too much privilege.”
Jason surprised him then by gently shoving him off to the side. Gil rolled off of him and propped his head on his elbow, watching as Jason got on his hands and knees and stuck his butt out. Looking over to him, he invited, “I’m ready, I think. I want you inside me.”
“You sure? It’ll hurt. I should know, you just fucked me a new one.”
“I was hoping you’d be gentler with me than I was with you.” Jason winced. “I mean, I’m asking you to be gentler. I want to enjoy it. I want to enjoy having you inside me.”
Gil couldn’t keep shaking his head at his life. Jason Kilpatrick ass up in bed? Really? Fuck, the world was a crazy place! He stripped out of his clothes, mindful of Jason’s eyes on him. He’d never felt sexier than when Jason watched him. When he looked over, Jason’s massive club was stiff as a board, slapping against his belly. He looked down at himself, seeing he was in the exact same predicament. He wasn’t quite as big as Jason or as girthy but he was no slouch in the cock department, either. Plus, he was uncircumcised. That counted for something right?
“I’m glad you’re not too big,” Jason was saying. “Or it really would hurt.”
“Funny kind of backhanded compliment,” Gil quipped, “but I’ll take it. No one is as hung as you are, Kilpatrick. Well, no one I’ve been with at least.”
He fell silent as he positioned himself behind Jason’s flared ass cheeks, staring down at that giant, smooth peach, so delectable, so nubile, so–Ungh!–unfucked. If he has a smooth peach, does that make it a nectarine? he wondered, chuckling to himself. He wet his finger in his mouth and traced it over Jason’s quivering rosebud. It was like a rosebud, too, blushing pink, ripe and ready to bloom…
They jumped at a loud knock on the window. Jason yelped and threw a sheet over his nakedness and Gil covered his crotch with his hands. Squinting, he thought he could just make out the outline of someone on the other side of the pane. He couldn’t be sure but it looked like a young kid.
“No way!” Jason groaned beside him. “It can’t be!”
There was another loud knock and the person yelled, “Hey, fucker! Get away from my bitch! Jason’s ass is mine!”
Gil’s eyebrows drew together. “Jason,” he asked evenly, “who is that kid?”
Sighing, Jason rolled off the bed and, wrapping the sheet around his waist, paced over to the window, pulling it open. “TJ!” he scolded. “Get out of here!”
TJ? Gil wondered. Is that TJ Lopez? The kid played on the same soccer team as his son Toussaint.
Rather than obeying, TJ climbed through the open window. He stood between Jason and Gil, arms crossed and a murderous expression on his pimply face. “How dare you!” He pointed at Gil before directing his wrath at Jason, “And you! We had a deal! You promised me!”
“That wasn’t our deal,” Jason muttered, covering his reddening face with a hand. “It didn’t cover anal sex.”
“Jason, what the fuck is going on here?” Gil demanded, getting off the bed and rounding on TJ. To the kid’s credit, he stood his ground, glowering up at Gil with hate-filled eyes. “What kind of deal did you make with a twelve year old boy?”
“Hey!” TJ protested. “I’m fifteen! And I’ll be sixteen in a month.”
Gil ignored him, looking questioningly at his lover. “Well?”
Jason looked down at his feet. “It’s not so much a deal as a blackmail,” he admitted. “I told TJ he could, um, you know, fuck me if he didn’t tell my sons–”
“Blackmail!” Gil repeated. “Blackmail, Jason? You let this kid blackmail you?” He let out a grunt of exasperation, reaching out and grabbing TJ by the neck and lifting him off the floor until his legs dangled helplessly in the air. “I don’t know ‘bout you white dudes but this is how a black male deals with blackmail!” He tightened his grip and TJ clawed at his hand, gurgling. Gil looked up at the little shit, lowering his voice menacingly, “Listen to me, you snot-nosed fucker! If you so much as breathe a word of anything about Jason–or me, for that matter–to anyone, I will fucking cut off your balls and feed them to you. Got it?”
“Gil, put him down.” Jason took Gil’s hand and shook it until he dropped TJ. The kid fell in a heap on the floor, holding his neck and making pitiful gurgling sounds. He stared up at Gil, amber-honey eyes filled with reproach.
Gil shook his head. “I can’t believe you, Jason. What were you thinking?”
“Nothing coherent, I can assure you.” Jason hung his head. “He caught me at a bad time. I was weak.” He knelt down beside TJ, taking his face in his hands. “I remember my promise,” he said to the moaning boy. “I won’t go back on my word but this,” he gestured to Gil’s nakedness and his own, “well, let’s carve out a loophole for butt-fucking. Does that sound Ok?”
“A loophole for buttholes?” TJ shook his head, pushing Jason’s hands away. “Only if I can sleep here tonight. Between the two of you. I don’t want you getting any ideas.”
Before either of them could protest, he stood up and stripped out of his clothes, standing completely naked before them. He had a pretty typical fifteen-year-old boy’s body, coltish and kind of scrawny, but he did possess one very man-sized attribute: Unlike the rest of his body, his cock was already more than full-grown. In fact, it was overly grown. The beast between his thin legs had to measure nearly eighteen inches long…and it was only half hard.
He held out his arms, waggling his horsecock at Gil. “Who’s the man here? Huh?” He jabbed his thumbs into his chest. “Me! I’m the man! Now stay away from my bitch pussy here. He’s mine. All mine!”
Gil cast Jason an exasperated look before grabbing hold of the kid’s monster cock and hauling him by the appendage over to the window where he unceremoniously tossed him out onto the grass as TJ squawked in protest. Then he gathered up the boy’s discarded clothing and tossed it out, too, slamming the window shut and locking it.
Hands on his hips, he rounded on Jason. “He’s our sons’ age! He’s a kid! You promised a little boy he could fuck you? What the fuck, Jason?!”
Jason crawled up on the bed, holding his head in his hands. After a while, he got up and started to leave but Gil caught him around the waist and hauled him back onto the bed. “Not so fast! You’re sleeping with me tonight.”
Struggling to free himself, Jason pleaded, “Gil, please! I don’t want to have sex right now. Don’t force me!”
“Jesus, Jason! What kind of a monster do you think I am?” Gil tossed him on the bed, shaking his head. “I’m not going to rape you! I just wanna sleep with you in my arms!”
Jason looked chagrined. “I’m sorry. I-I-I didn’t mean to–”
“Hush.” Gil sat down beside him and slung an arm over his shoulders. “Just kiss me.”
After kissing passionately for a long time, they settled down to sleep. Jason nestled up against Gil’s hard body, his bountiful booty wedged into his crotch.
***
Gil woke up after midnight with Jason grinding his buttocks against his cock. “Hehe,” he chuckled, “I knew you couldn’t–” His voice broke off, though, when he realized two things. First, Jason’s scent had changed. The aroma filling his nostrils was like moldy cheese and sour milk, not Jason’s piney, earthy smell. And, second, the big dude’s body had changed. Oh, his ass was just as soft and bubbly as ever but the rest of him felt diminished. He was almost scrawny.
He stiffened, pulling away when he realized this wasn’t Jason.
It was TJ.
The boy had sneaked into his bedroom and inserted himself between Jason and him! He heard a low moan–a moan he recognized as Jason’s–coming from the other side just as TJ thrust his buttocks forward.
TJ was fucking Jason!
“TJ!” he hissed, scrambling up and away from the interloper. “WTF? Get out of here NOW!”
“Shhh, bro,” TJ replied, his rhythm never breaking as he undulated his hips, driving his cock deeper inside Jason’s ass, “and juss go with it.” He looked over his shoulder, grinning in the dim light. “You wanted to fuck a virgin hole? Well, mine’s as virgin as they come, dude. Have at it!” He winked, wiggling his admittedly plus-sized, soccer player’s bottom. “Juss be easy on me. I’m a little boy, remember?”
Gil hesitated, debating what to do. On the one hand, he knew it was wrong to fuck a minor. On the hand, he was incredibly horny–his cock was throbbing insistently and TJ’s ass was incredibly pillowy–and he was only half awake. In the end, he threw caution to the wind. Grabbing the tub of lube from his bedside stand, he slathered up his cock and commenced fucking the tightest, hottest hole of his life.
***
They lay on their backs, panting, when it was over. Gil’s heart was pounding as the implications of what they’d just done settled over him. For his part, Jason was even worse off. “God, oh, God! I’m going to hell! But first I’m gonna go to jail! I let a fifteen-year-old fuck me! Oh, God! What’s wrong with me?”
“And I just fucked a fifteen-year-old.” Gil looked over at TJ, wrinkling his lip. “You’re nothing but trouble. You know that?”
TJ propped himself up on his elbows, looking immensely pleased with himself. “That was even better than I imagined! God, can we do it again? My cock’s locked and loaded, ready to shoot!” He hefted it up with both hands and dropped it. it landed with an audible thud on his flat stomach. Gil stared at that cock, shivering. It even put Jason’s hulking dick to shame. What would it be like to–?
They fucked again, this time reversing roles. If they were going to go to prison, they might as well enjoy themselves!
***
Chapter 5
“Aren’t you the least bit suspicious, bro?” TJ put his hands on his scrawny hips. “He’s been missing for a month!”
Gil observed the boy, apprehensive that people would notice the two of them and start wondering. He’d seen Jason’s ex-wife, Julia, and TJ’s dad, Ramón, in the bleachers. As far as he knew, Julia and Ramón hadn’t figured out that he and Jason were together now. That was good but it was even more important that they not know about him and TJ. How the fuck would he explain that to them?
They were at Toussaint’s soccer match; TJ had cornered him during halftime, concerned about Jason’s whereabouts. Clad in his blue and white kit, he looked marginally more grownup than usual. Even so, he still looked like he was barely more than a kid. A kid with a very man-sized dick, Gil reminded himself. He clenched his buttocks, feeling the phantom pain of being fucked by that cock. Jason’s right, he thought, I am going to hell, prison or both.
Gil looked around, noting a few of the other parents watching them curiously. “Look, TJ, I can’t talk about this right now.” He reached out and mussed the kid’s nappy, frizzy hair, much to TJ’s annoyance. “You know what Jason’s line of work is. It’s not unusual for him to disappear for a few weeks at a time. He’ll be back, I assure you.”
TJ narrowed his eyes. “He’s only five miles from here. He hasn’t moved in over a week.”
Gil gaped. “How do you know that?”
A shrug. “A little sumthin’ I borrowed from my dad. You know what his ‘line of work’ is, don’t you?” He smirked at using Gil’s own words against him. TJ’s dad worked for the National Security Administration and was an expert in surveillance and counterespionage tech.
“You’re tracking him?!” Gil whispered. “TJ, that’s illegal!”
“So is fucking a fifteen-year-old,” the brat pointed out.
Gil winced, “Touché. You’re nothing but trouble, you know that?”
TJ grinned. “Yeah, but you like it almost as much as you like riding my big cock. See you tonight, Viejo?”
Before Gil could answer, the boy had turned and trotted off back onto the field to rejoin his team. His big, thick buttocks jiggled heavily up and down behind him, making Gil salivate. How could such a scrawny youth possess such a mouthwatering backside? The boy’s ass and cock had matured far ahead of the rest of him.
***
TJ appeared at his window that night, scrambling in naked and half-hard. Gil closed the pane behind him, turning around only to find the boy pulling down his boxers. In a moment, Gil’s cock was in his mouth and TJ was working him to an achingly hard erection. He stopped before he came, though, pulling away with an audible pop.
“I’m pretty good, huh?”
“Yeah, you are,” Gil sighed, hating himself for ever giving into temptation and letting TJ into his bedroom. The kid was right, though. In the last few weeks, TJ’s skill in the sexual arts had improved markedly. He even looked more mature. There was a little stubble on his chin now that he’d started shaving. His body was beginning to fill out with new muscles and Gil could’ve sworn he’d shot up three inches since their first encounter. TJ was growing into a very handsome man.
TJ sat down on the bed next to him, playing with his horsecock. It was fully erect by now, standing over twenty inches long. As Gil stared, the kid pulled back his long, dark foreskin and exposed his surprisingly pink cockhead. It was nearly the size of a baseball.
He started to reach for it when TJ stopped him. “Uh uh. Let’s talk ‘bout Jason first.” He swung his cock to the side like it was a baseball bat which, given its size, wasn’t too much of an exaggeration.
“You’re tracking him,” Gil stated, eying that hulking cock covetously. “Which is illegal.” He held up a finger. “Promise me this, TJ: Do not try to visit him. You could not only get him in big trouble but you could also blow his cover. He could die!”
TJ glared at him mutinously but, after a moment, he hunched his shoulders in defeat. He might still be a teenager but he wasn’t completely without reason. “Ok, Ok! I promise. But I’ll change my mind if anything changes. You really don’t know what he’s doing?”
Gil shook his head, “Nope. We don’t talk about missions with each other. It’s classified information.”
TJ sighed, looking over at Gil with wide, worried eyes, “I have a feeling something’s wrong. Real wrong.” He held up his hands to forestall Gil’s protest, saying, “I know, I know! You’re gonna tell me he’s a special agent and he does risky stuff all the time but I know my Jason and I can tell when he’s in trouble.”
“He’s my Jason, too,” Gil said heavily, shaking his head at himself. The fact that TJ knew he and Jason were special agents was yet another thing that could land them in trouble. He thanked god the CIA under the second Trump administration had been reduced to clown-car status and the buffoons running the agency were so amped up on Ketamine that they could barely function, let alone focus long enough to track down security breaches. The chances of anyone figuring out that Jason and he were in bed with TJ were practically nil.
“Two weeks,” TJ said, turning to him and offering him his cock. When Gil reached for it, he yanked it away from Gil again, though. “Deal?”
Gil frowned, eyes locked on that giant dick. “Yeah, Ok. If he doesn’t show up in two weeks, we’ll go looking for him.”
“Thanks, Dad,” TJ joked, swinging his cock back at him. Gil took it eagerly, stroking the massive monster up and down and making the boy shudder with ecstasy. TJ lay back on the bed, allowing Gil to use his body however he desired.
***
Two weeks later…
TJ crept onto the grounds of the mysterious estate undetected. Using his dad’s tools, he’d hacked the perimeter fence’s security protocols and slipped inside, reenabling them before anyone on duty noticed. He knew that momentary glitches were common and he was already feeding a repetitive video loop to the surveillance cameras. The guards would be looking at the video footage right now to be sure the perimeter fence’s disruption was just a glitch. Thanks to TJ’s video loop, they wouldn’t see anything out of the ordinary for the next five minutes and, by that time, he’d be long gone.
He looked down at his smartphone’s tracking app, sighing with relief when a blue dot in the corner of the screen indicated Jason’s presence. The microchip that TJ had inserted beneath the special agent’s skin during a particular brutal bout of anal sex was still in place. Jason had been in so much pain from TJ’s big cock stretching him out that he didn’t even notice the syringe in his buttock. TJ had injected the tracker and tossed out the syringe before Gil noticed. He smirked proudly to himself. He was so much smarter than those dumb adults!
Gil would be mad at him when he found that TJ had gone solo. His big, beautiful, muscular daddy had made him promise that they would tackle the search for Jason together but TJ knew that Gil would only slow him down. He needed to get in and find Jason quickly and didn’t want to wait while Gil took unnecessary precautions. TJ was a lot smarter than Gil when it came to surveillance tech but the older man thought he was just a dumb kid. Ha! He’d show Gil how smart he was. He couldn’t wait to see the look on the old dude’s face when he saw TJ returning with Jason!
His cock stiffened at the thought of Jason. He couldn’t believe he’d fallen for the dude. Ha! He couldn’t believe he’d fallen for a dude, period. Until he overheard Jason’s argument with his ex-wife and his cock had responded vigorously at the thought of Jason sporting a cunt, he’d thought he was straight. He smiled, realizing he was glad Jason had opened him to a whole new world of gay sex. Well, honestly, TJ had been a virgin before Jason and Gil so he could thank Jason for initiating him into the world of any sex. It just so happened that he liked gay sex best, or at least he thought he did. Maybe someday he’d try girl pussy? Right now, Jason’s pussy was all he could think about.
Ungh!
Jason with a pussy!
He couldn’t think of anything hotter. The truth was he was less worried about Jason than excited. Excited because he hoped that the dude’s absence meant he was recovering from his secret bottom surgery. Yeah, hopefully it was that and not something more nefarious. How long after surgery before he could fuck Jason’s new cunt? He hoped it was really tight. He really like fucking a tight pussy. He almost creamed himself imagining the moist, succulent cunt lips between Jason’s hairless, muscular thighs.
Ok, he had to think about something else because his cock was impeding his progress. That was one drawback to being horse-hung: His erection tripped him up when it pushed out of his shorts. He took a few deep breaths, waiting for his monster to shrink back up into his underwear. This was pure torture!
He squared his shoulders, looking around the shadowy grounds. The estate was really big. Less than a ten-minute bus trip from his house, he couldn’t believe he’d never noticed the grounds before. The ornate, wrought iron fence surrounding the place should have tipped him off. Only someone stupendously wealthy could afford to enclose a whole square mile with such opulent fencing.
Waiting in the shadows out of sight of the nearest security camera, he studied his phone. According to the map on the screen, Jason should be close by. He squinted, staring across the wide lawn. It was quite dark but a handful of glowing lampposts illuminated the grounds. There appeared to be a pasture about a hundred yards to the west and Jason’s blue-colored dot on the screen showed he was just beyond that. Why would he be there? It didn’t make sense but it didn’t matter. He’d find out soon enough.
Stealthily creeping along a hedge, he slowly made his way toward the pasture. He was a little concerned when he reached the low fence because it was so open but a quick survey of the estate’s security plan told him that there were no cameras until he reached the far side. He’d have ample time to conceal his approach by then.
He crossed the pasture and blended into a hedge beside a low barn. Hiding the glow of his phone’s screen under his hand, he looked for Jason’s dot. There it was only a few feet away! TJ looked around curiously. But that meant that Jason was inside the barn? Why would the dude be in a barn? He scratched his head. Something didn’t add up. Maybe someone had discovered the tracking chip on Jason’s body and discarded it in the barn? He’d been watching the app for several weeks and Jason’s blue dot never moved very far away from this location.
Quietly, he sneaked around the barn, dodging inside before the security camera panned his direction. There was only one camera inside the barn and that was easy enough to compromise. A few quick taps and he was feeding it a loop of nothing. No one watching would be any wiser. TJ grinned at his cleverness. Take that, you dumb-ass special agents!
The barn was lined with horse stalls. Curious, TJ crept down the central aisle, nose taking in the scent of hay and manure. He was no connoisseur of horseflesh but even he could tell these were very well-bred beasts. Each stall contained a truly magnificent horse of a different breed. One the left were the stallions, standing tall and proud. They looked down at him and tossed their manes, shaking their heads and whinnying proudly. A few stamped the straw at their feet and one reached its head over the gate, opening its big, horsey lips and wuffling his head. He giggled, dancing away.
On the right were the fillies. Dappled roans, black Arabians and chestnut thoroughbreds, they were breathtaking to behold. TJ had never really even thought about horses but something about these big, muscular beauties made his pulse pound. Their bodies were so pleasing! He had no idea horse could be sexy but that was the word that overrode every other adjective in his mind. He laughed at himself for thinking a horse could be sexy but it was true. With shiny, short coats of sleek hair, every sinew was clearly delineated and ready to be admired.
The feature that attracted his attention the most, though, was their hindquarters. He gaped at the round, succulent rumps on those young fillies. Their buttocks were shapely–almost human shapely. So round, so firm, so bountiful! One of them–a blond Palomino with stunning blue eyes–looked bashfully back at him from over her shoulder and lifted her tail. TJ inhaled sharply as he beheld his first-ever horse pussy. The beast’s vulva was swollen and pink. Clearly, this mare was ready for breeding. As if on cue, her vulva shivered and a little droplet of clear nectar emerged from between her cunt lips. Instantly, the air in the stall was filled with the intoxicating aroma of a mare in heat. It hit TJ like a bus and he felt his knees go weak and his cock stiffen. What the fuck was wrong with him? Getting turned on by a horse-cunt? He was sick!
The scent had a similar effect on the stallions. They lifted their heads and shook their manes, pawing at the straw in their stalls and whinnying excitedly. TJ covered his ears against the noise, waiting for the stallions to calm down. When they finally did, he pulled out his phone. His eyebrows shot up when he realized that this blond Palomino was standing exactly where Jason’s blue dot was located on the screen.
“Hey, girl,” he soothed, reaching over the gate to pat the mare’s burgeoning buttocks. “How’s it goin’? You know where Jason is?”
The mare nickered, turning around and sticking her head out toward him. He reached up and caressed her soft cheeks, gazing into her sapphire blue eyes. She opened her mouth, exposing her big, square teeth, and moved her lips as if she were trying to speak. He thought this was funny and laughed. A talking horse! Haha! He patted her jowl, moving her blond mane away from her eyes. It was strange. He almost felt like he knew this horse somehow but that was impossible, right? He’d never even touched a horse before. Strange.
The mare grew more insistent, pushing at his hand and acting agitated. “It’s Ok, girl. I’m not gonna hurt you. I’m just trying to find my daddy. Have you seen him? Tall, built and blond, kinda like you. Haha! He might even have a cunt like you now but the last time I saw him he still had a cock–”
He froze.
What was that?
His fingertips felt something under the skin of the mare’s neck. Did horses have moles? The weird thing is that he’d felt a mole like this before. The mare turned her head, allowing him to see her neck better. He stood on his tiptoes, parting the fur on her neck and staring at the mole.
It was in the shape of a four-pointed star. So perfectly outlined it was almost creepy. TJ stared at it. Jason had a mole on his neck just like it. In the same place, allowing for differences in horse and human anatomy.
His heart started thumping in chest as the horse swung its head back around and fixed him with its baleful, blue eyes. It almost looked like she was crying. He was reaching up to soothe her when the horse neighed loudly, standing up on her hind legs and lashing out angrily. He ducked out of the way, alarmed. Why was she attacking him?
But it wasn’t he who had spooked the horse; it was the man behind him. TJ whirled around to find himself face to face with an older Asian man who was brandishing a syringe filled with ink-black liquid. He’d never met Supervisor Chang before but, if he had, he would have been even more worried. Still, something about the evil glint in the man’s eyes and the evil syringe tipped him off that Chang was dangerous.
Before he could flee, someone grabbed him from behind. He struggled, crying out and fighting to free himself but his captor was too strong and he was quickly immobilized. He stared up at Chang as he lowered the syringe menacingly, aiming it toward TJ’s ample buttocks. He screamed, redoubling his efforts to break free but the man holding him merely tightened his grip.
“Ha! I knew you’d be here,” Chang crowed. Looking over TJ’s shoulder, he addressed the man pinning him down. “See, Oleg? I told you not to worry and that Ramón’s son would come looking for Jason.”
“How the fuck do you know who I am and how do you know my dad?” TJ demanded, heart thumping with fear.
The man holding him answered. Speaking in a Russian accent, he snarled, “I make it my business to know everything about my enemies.”
TJ’s brow furrowed as he realized too late that he’d stepped into something much bigger than Jason. “Enemies? Huh?”
Before the man could explain, Chang cut him off. “I see you were admiring my newest filly,” he purred, directing the tip of the syringe toward TJ’s butt cheek. The mare in the stall lashed out at Chang with her hooves but he was out of reach. He smiled up at the angry mare, “I was just telling Oleg that it’s time to breed her. How would you like to do the honor, TJ? You’re a handsome, virile, young stud after all.” He lowered his hand and shocked TJ by grabbing his genitals. “Oh, perfect! I see you’re already hung like a horse. So much the better! I’m sure my mare, Jason, will enjoy being mounted by a big, ardent beast such as you. Get ready, boy! You’re going to be a stallion before you know it!”
With that, he jabbed the syringe into TJ’s buttock. TJ’s vision swam and he sagged down to his knees as he lost consciousness. When he awoke again, he was a whole new animal.
***
Chapter 6
Gil became concerned when he received the cryptic text from TJ. It read, >>If ur gettin this msg it means ima gooner. cum to dis address<< It was followed by a pin dropped onto the map of the city.
“‘Gooner’? What the fuck does that mean?” Gil reread the text, realizing the brat must have meant ‘goner’ instead of ‘gooner.’. He shook his head at the kid’s terrible grammar and punctuation. It was like he was barely literate! What was wrong with kids these days?
He shook his head, opening the map and studying the dropped pin. He was vaguely familiar with the place, he realized as he studied the estate’s whole square mile of open land in the middle of the otherwise built-up suburb. It used to belong to a Russian oligarch–and might again soon, if Trump had his way and lifted the sanctions. In the meantime, though, it was property of the United States Government. Why would TJ be there?
Curious, he searched the Internet for more information on the estate. When the results appeared, his hands started shaking. The name of the former owner, the Russian oligarch, was Oleg Deripaska. Gil dropped his phone, his entire body numb.
***
What else could he do but march right in? Sometimes, he’d learned in his job, the direct approach is the best approach, especially when it came to dealing with the Russian oligarchs. They were masters of deceit and mind games, stealthy cats who got off on playing with mousy special agents.
During his time in the States and especially in the CIA, Gil had learned that America’s biggest weakness was its belief in its superiority. This allowed other countries to run circles around them. The truth was that Americans were the golden retrievers of the political world: Big, dumb, goofy, slobbery beasts who were nonetheless capable of making huge messes. ‘Make America great again,’ indeed! When had that ever been the case? All you had to do was learn the history of America’s exploitation of a place like Haiti or the Dominican Republic to know that this was pure propaganda. America paid for Gil’s bills but that was the extent of his loyalty to his new home.
He entered the estate around midday on Saturday, squeezing through the bars of the enormous wrought iron fence that encircled the place. It was cold and clear, only a few high clouds overhead. The temperature was mild for December. The tulip trees lining the main entrance were bare, save for a few golden leaves shivering in the breeze. In the distance, he could hear men yelling and grunting. He looked over, eyebrows lifting when he spotted a rugby pitch. Two teams of big, burly men were facing off against each other. Rugby? Here? he wondered. That’s unexpected.
He looked down at his phone. TJ’s dropped pin was to the west, across a pasture where could see a few horses grazing. He surveyed the pasture and examined the barn in back. Was that where TJ was? He knew he had only a few minutes before security would find him and needed to be quick if he was going to find out what happened to the boy. He jogged off toward the low barn, hopping the fence and hoping the horses didn’t charge at him. He’d never cared much for horses, having been thrown by one when he was on assignment in Yemen. His shoulder still gave him a twinge now and then.
Horses. Gil remembered how much Oleg Deripaska loved breeding the animals. But this estate had been appropriated by the US Government. How come there were horses here? Had Oleg somehow managed to regain control of his former property? He set the question aside for the time being; he had to find Jason and TJ!
The barn might be a low building but it was clearly opulent. Made of hand-hewn timber, its wide roof spread overhead. A central aisle was lined with grand stalls on either side. To the right were the stallions and to the left were the mares. Most of the stalls were empty but a couple of horses perked up and peered over the gates as soon as he entered. A blond Palomino mare with stunning blue eyes craned her neck at him, whinnying excitedly. He padded over to her, placing a hand on her muscular withers. Her body was taut and lean and sinewy. Clearly this filly was a piece of prize horseflesh!
Behind him, a stallion neighed loudly and he turned to see an immense, young, black Andalusian quarterhorse staring fixedly at him. As he watched, the beast reared up on his hind legs and pawed the air with its giant hooves. Gil’s eyes widened when he beheld the size of the creature’s penis. Talk about hung like a horse! The big, leaking black cock between its hind legs was fully erect and more than twenty inches long.
Gil swallowed, captivated by the stallion’s member. A soft, seductive whinny caused him to turn, though, and he goggled. The filly had turned around in the stall and was presenting him with her big, fat rump. Her hindquarters were truly meaty and full, almost succulent. As he stared, she lifted her tail and graced him with the sight of her swollen vulva.
A horse with a fuckable rump? He put his hand to his forehead, feeling weak. What the fuck is wrong with me? I really am sick.
“Come to admire my horses…or to fuck them?” a deep voice called out behind him.
Gil turned and did a double take. “Vasily? Holy fuck, you’ve really grown up!”
Vasily Deripaska, Oleg’s youngest son, smiled as he looked down at his mud-caked body. Wearing a dirty and bloody blue and white rugby kit, he was still clutching the oblong, leather ball under his arm. A big smile spread across his face as he soaked in Gil’s appreciation. “I take after my father, I guess.” He winced, adding, “In more ways than one.”
“What does that mean?”
Vasily waved it off. “Nothing. Just a price we both paid. At least my penance was less severe than my dad’s.” He spoke with an American accent much like Gil’s. Vasily had grown up in the States, going to Russia only rarely.
He smiled again, momentarily dazzling Gil. He studied the young man, judging Vasily must be around twenty-five years old by now. The last time he’d seen the kid, he’d been a scrawny fifteen-year-old about TJ’s size. In the intervening decade, however, he’d grown into a very big, hairy, powerful, stocky man. He was handsome, too. Brown-haired and brown-eyed, he was studying Gil in much the same way that Gil was studying him.
“You look–”
“Handsome?” Vasily finished for him. “I was going to say the same of you, my friend.” His eyes were dancing. Before Gil knew it, the young man had grabbed him in a tight hug. Vasily smelled of sweat and blood and musk; he smelled good.
When he released him, Vasily looked him up and down appraisingly. “My father chose well when he picked you, I see.”
“I haven’t forgotten our bargain.” Gil dipped his head, embarrassed and flattered by the young man’s regard. The truth was that Vasily’s big, beautiful, husky body was doing things to his groin and he had to carefully rearrange his equipment to keep his erection hidden from view. Sweaty, dirty men in rugby uniforms always had that effect on him.
“And we haven’t forgotten, either.” Vasily squeezed his bicep, pulling Gil in close. He was tall, too, almost as tall as Gil. “Your relatives are safe, and so is your family’s neighborhood in Port-au-Prince.”
“I know and I am thankful. Really thankful.” God, could Vasily be any cuter? Gil reached down and thrust his erection between his legs but not before Vasily noticed and gave him a wry wink. Gil’s cheeks colored.
Vasily’s hand slid down to Gil’s butt. He squeezed. “It’s been mutually agreeable, our relationship. You’ve helped redeem my father’s reputation in Putin’s eyes and we’ve protected your relatives.” He paused, gazing over at the Palomino before looking at the Andalusian, “And, best of all, you’ve helped us to finally get our revenge.”
“I’m glad.” Gil followed his gaze. “Supervisor Chang came around, I take it?”
Vasily nodded. “He did. Your intel made it easy to…convince…him.”
“Oh god, Vasily, you didn’t hurt him, did you? I told you not to hurt anyone!”
Lifting his palms, Vasily shrugged. “Hurt? Hmmm, that’s a complicated word. We didn’t hurt him physically, if that’s what you mean. There are other ways to hurt people, you know.” He smirked as he continued to watch the horses. The mare and stallion were growing restive, seemingly agitated by Vasily’s presence. When he reached out and placed his hand on the mare’s withers, though, she relaxed. He laughed, “I leave the dirty business up to my father. It’s easier and it allows me to remain…innocent.”
“You Russians,” Gil murmured, shivering. “Remind me never to play chess with you.”
“Chess?” Vasily dropped his hand from the mare’s shoulder and turned back to him. “I was hoping you and I would play a different game together.” He looked meaningfully down at Gil’s tumescent crotch. “One that involves an equal share of pleasure and pain. You ride bareback, right?”
“The only way to ride,” Gil breathed, smiling devilishly. “Oh, but you meant on a horse?”
“I meant both ways.” Vasily winked, reaching down to massage his own crotch before turning to present Gil with the biggest, fattest, blockiest man-ass he’d ever seen. Gil’s mouth fell open as he beheld it. He had no idea how Vasily managed to cram an ass that size into his nylon rugby shorts. Gazing seductively over his broad shoulder at Gil, Vasily wiggled his butt, causing the immense globes to bounce up and down. “I’m ready to ride if you are.”
***
Gil took the mare and Vasily took the stallion. The stallion, rather strangely named ‘Thomas Jefferson,’ was quite young and mostly unbroken. He bucked and kicked furiously, trying to dislodge Vasily from his back but the young Russian was a skilled horseman and, through judicious use of both a carrot and a stick, soon had the animal under control.
He cantored over to Gil and, holding the stallion’s head up with the reins, observed, “Jasmine likes you.”
“Is that her name?” Gil patted the blond mare on the neck, causing her to shudder with happiness. “She’s a beautiful animal. I’ve never ridden a horse this docile.”
“You should see her when my father’s around,” Vasily commented, rolling his eyes. “She turns into a she-devil!”
“Hmmm, hard to believe.” The mare was craning her neck to gaze back lovingly at him. At that moment, the most tantalizing scent filled his nostrils and he turned his head, following it back to its source. The mare’s tail was lifting and her engorged vulva was on full display. He shook his head. He’d never smelled a horse’s pussy before!
“She’s in heat.” Vasily eased the stallion nearer but managed to keep him just far enough away so he couldn’t mount her. “It drives TJ crazy.”
“TJ?” Gil repeated. “Oh, I get it: Thomas Jefferson.” It was a strange coincidence that the stallion shared the same initials as his young lover.
They rode out to the end of the pasture, the horses prancing around and kicking up their hooves. Vasily dismounted to open the gate. He ushered the horses through and then they were trotting across a wide open meadow dotted with bare trees. The estate was so big that they had plenty of room to roam and plenty of privacy, too. Vasily led him into a small valley where a little brook gurgled. Looking around, he pulled out his phone and tapped a few times before announcing, “There. All the cameras are disabled.” He spread his arms. “We’re all alone, Gil. What should we do with ourselves?” He grinned impishly, moving his stallion so close that their thighs touched.
Gil murmured, “I can think of a few things. Well, two in particular.” He stared meaningly at Vasily’s engorged buttocks.
Vasily chuckled. “I was hoping you’d say that.” He jumped off the horse, butt jiggling behind him, and led the horse over to a tree, tying up his bridle. The stallion tossed his head, annoyed at being sequestered from the mare.
Gil tied the mare nearby and the horses moved to the end of their tethers, almost but not quite able to touch. When the stallion reared up in frustration and the mare whinnied piteously, Gil turned to Vasily, “Can’t we let them be together? It seems cruel to keep them apart.”
Vasily shrugged. “Are you going to help raise their foal? A Palomino-Andalusian mix isn’t exactly a popular breed. They’re just dumb beasts, Gil. Don’t project your human emotions onto them.”
“I know but–”
“How about we show ‘em how a couple of hot, horny men breed first?” Vasily slowly began to tug down his overfilled shorts. The top three or four inches of his magnificent ass popped out, full and round and muscular and hairy. Gil’s tongue felt thick in his throat. He swallowed, salivating at the thought of caressing his tongue down the sweaty, stinky cleft of the young man’s ass…
He tackled Vasily and the Russian fell forward on the grass, landing with Gil on top which, of course, was the plan all along. He laughed merrily as Gil wrestled his shorts down his bulging thighs and arched his back as he buried his face in his ass. Soon Gil was tonguing the dude’s hot, hairy hole with wild abandon.
“You’re a virgin?” He gasped when he realized there could be only one explanation behind the young guy’s tight behind. “Never been fucked?”
Vasily was on all fours by this point, his thighs spread and his back arched. He was red-faced and winded as he gazed over his bulky shoulder at Gil. “Your reward, Gil.”
Gil blinked. “You’ve been saving yourself for me? Really?”
Vasily nodded. “Yes and no. It’s…well, you’ll find out soon enough. Go on. I’m having the time of my life right now.”
Confused by this but too turned on by Vasily’s virgin hole to question it, Gil redoubled his efforts, lapping and sucking and tonguing the guy with all of his might. He loved how the guy’s ass cheeks were so big that he had to hold them apart in order to reach his manhole. He was rewarded when Vasily relaxed, finally giving in and inviting Gil’s tongue inside him. Gil thrust inside as far as his tongue would go, glorying in the lad’s forbidden taste. Soon, he was spitting into his hand and slicking up his cock, getting ready for full-on anal penetration.
“You Ok with this?” he panted. “You really want me to fuck you?”
“Like I’ve never wanted anything else,” Vasily moaned. “Oh fuck, Gil! I knew you were the one.”
“I’m flattered.”
Gil wasted no time. There was a hole to fuck!
He took Vasily’s wide hips in his hands and leaned forward, resting his cockhead on the rugger’s quivering hole. And then he gently eased inside, grunting as Vasily’s sphincter clenched down on him. The Russian had a very inexperienced hole, the best kind, and Gil savored breaking him in, using his cock as both carrot and stick to reward and punish the young man. Vasily responded in kind, alternately welcoming and savaging Gil’s member. His ass was a giant pillow, jiggling and jostling as it absorbed the shock of Gil’s attacks.
By the time Gil exploded inside him, both men were soaked in sweat, their bodies steaming in the cool winter air. Beside them, the two horses looked on with what could only be considered envy. Gil hunched his shoulders under their scrutiny, feeling oddly ashamed. It was almost like they’d caught him cheating on them but that was crazy, right? They were just horses after all!
He wrapped his arms around Vasily’s bulky middle, squeezing. Vasily had a rugby gut, both muscular and chubby at the same time. It was supremely hot!
Nibbling Vasily’s ear and making him squirm, he whispered, “Ok, now your turn.”
Vasily turned his head and they kissed. Slowly, he pulled away, brown eyes dancing. “You’re welcome to try, Gil, but I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed.”
“Huh?”
In silent answer, Vasily turned over and, putting his hands behind his head, smiled as Gil stared in horror at his crotch. “Fuck me all you like,” he purred, “but as much as I like it, you’ll never make me cum.”
Gil tore his gaze off of the…blunt, empty mound…where the Russian’s cock and balls should have been. “You’re…you’re…you’re a–?”
“A nullo?” Vasily laughed ruefully. “Yep. This is how Vladimir Putin ‘rewards’ the sons of his cronies who are stupid enough to be entrapped by an American spy. I sacrificed my manhood to him nearly ten years ago and have been like this ever since.” He winked, looking over at the mare who was aiming her juicy vulva at the incredibly aroused stallion, “You should see what he did to my father, though. I’d say I got off lucky.”
Gil’s mind was spinning but he was a well-trained operative and kept cool even under pressure. “Jason Kilpatrick,” he stated, the pieces of the puzzle coming together finally. “This,” he gestured down at Vasily’s ruined crotch, “is because of him, isn’t it?”
Vasily nodded, lifting his crotch as if he enjoyed tormenting Gil with the sight, “Him and Ramón Lopez, yeah. Those fuckers got my dad good. Putin’s still pissed at him for fucking up like that but Dad’s slowly redeeming himself. Now that Trump’s on the throne, the sanctions are being lifted and the oligarchs are getting their properties back.” He gestured to the grand estate around them. “We’re already in control of Congress. It’s only a matter of time before we control the judiciary, too. Soon, America will be flying a different red, white and blue flag.”
Gil barely heard him. He was too busy processing the first bit of revelatory news. “Ramón Lopez? The NSA guy?”
“Uh huh.”
“He has a son named TJ.” Gil turned and looked at the stallion. Its ears were pricked and it was staring at him intently, almost as if it wanted to say something.
“Really? That’s weird.” Vasily reached out, pulling him into his arms.
Gil resisted only long enough to ask, “You wouldn’t know what happened to TJ and Jason, would you? They both came here and have been missing ever since. They’re why I came here today.”
Vasily shrugged. “Really? Huh. It’s possible my dad knows something. I can ask him if you like.” He put his hands on Gil’s shoulders and pushed him downward. Soon, Gil found his head held firmly in place over Vasily’s rounded, empty mound. “I’ll tell you what,” the young stud coaxed, “you make me cum and I’ll help you find out what happened to Jason and TJ. Deal?”
Never one to turn down at challenge, Gil lifted his chin and met Vasily’s fond gaze. Smiling broadly, he said, “Deal!” and then promptly got to work tonguing the dude’s mound to a spectacular orgasm, the first one since Vasily had been neutered by the Russian president.
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