by Gavin Atlas
Richard knew that Damian had been in contact with Stan via the internet and moved out to L.A. the day he turned eighteen. He’d had such a horrible relationship with his father and older brothers that he’d run away from home three times. Once he was eighteen, there was no way to drag him back. Damian had said he wouldn’t have minded staying in the country and working on the family dairy farm, but not with the intolerance that surrounded him.
“Stan keeps wanting me to let guys bareback my ass for the website, but I won’t.”
Richard frowned. “If Stan promised college and isn’t delivering, and if he is encouraging you to be unsafe, then yes, you should leave.”
“Could I stay with you?”
Richard hesitated. There had been so many untrustworthy hustlers and unstable addicts coming through his clinic that he kept a taser on hand. Damian seemed angelic compared to most of them, but he wasn’t sure. “I…suppose, but maybe—”
“It’s okay. I can tell you’re uncomfortable with the idea. I’ll figure something out.”
* * * *
That night, Richard broke down and gave his credit card information to purchase a membership to DaddiesinDamian.com. The videos of Damian getting fucked numbered in the hundreds (the boy was only twenty!) and his dick stirred seeing how much Damian loved getting plowed by older men. On the other hand, it bothered him that many of the newest comments said things like “If you want me to keep me as a member, Damian needs to start getting barebacked.” Others said, “Not just barebacked, but gangbanged.”
With a little research, he was able to find the full name of the owner of DaddiesInDamian: Stan Latham. Digging deeper revealed Latham had once been arrested for dealing crystal meth but got off on a technicality. Richard had figured Damian’s “master” was up to no good, but this was worse than expected. Maybe he would have to put past experience behind him and help Damian. Maybe he had to stop worrying about protecting his heart, at least for now.
* * * *
Damian’s depression lifted when he saw the elation in Richard’s eyes. Damian had brought a bouquet of daisies to Richard’s house and wore his yard-work clothes, hoping to please Richard as much as possible.
“To what do I owe this pleasant surprise? Come in, young man.”
Damian looked down. “I have to leave Los Angeles, Dr. Preston. I made the mistake of getting on Stan’s computer. I wanted to see how much money he was making from guys fucking my ass, and it’s…a lot. I also saw some other stuff, and Stan and Bob caught me. Now they won’t let me out of the house. I had to sneak out just to see you.”
Damian saw the sadness in Richard’s eyes. “Damian, don’t go back. Call the police from here.”
Damian shook his head. “I called the police before, and they won’t do anything. Maybe Stan paid them off. Besides they have all my stuff, and I have nowhere else to go.”
“Under the circumstances, it’s fine to stay with me.”
Damian smiled. “I would, but sooner or later Stan and Bob would find me and enslave my ass again. I don’t want to get you involved in this mess. Over the past week, I was able to steal a dollar now and then to take the bus here and bring you flowers. I…uh…I also kind of…sold some gold cufflinks that belonged to Stan to a pawn shop, so I have enough for a ticket out of Los Angeles. I needed to say goodbye to you though.”
“But you’ll still need money for food and a place to stay.”
Damian shuffled his feet. “I suppose I may have to let them fuck me for a while longer, maybe another year, but part of me still enjoys it. Even if I’m starting to believe that I’m not good for anything except giving up my ass. It turns out I’m as stupid as Stan says.”
“Oh, sweetheart, you are not. One mistake made to get away from your family does not make you dumb.”
Damian could no longer resist, and he leaned forward to kiss Richard, his lips pressed hard against the older man’s. He could sense Richard’s surprise as he backed up, but then he returned the kiss, putting his arms around Damian and pulling the young man tighter.
“Please,” Damian begged. “I may never see you again. Would you fuck me?”
Richard shut his eyes. He inhaled sharply, and then again, and a third time. Damian saw his resolve breaking.
“Yes! Yes, I want to fuck you so bad.”
Damian felt himself lifted off the ground and carried into Richard’s small house. Damian knew with his muscular frame he wasn’t light, and Richard’s strength surprised him. Every few steps, Richard stopped to kiss Damian’s mouth, but in less than a minute, Richard had Damian on his back on the bed, kissing, nipping, and caressing the young man in a fevered rush.
Damian couldn’t control his need. He yanked off his shorts and put his legs in the air, moaning and squirming.
“Sweetheart, slow down. Let me be good to you.”
“But, sir, I’m so horny. Please, sir.”
Richard continued the slow, affectionate exploring of Damian’s body, caressing his muscular chest and abs, kissing his face and neck. Damian sighed in delight, but he still whimpered for penetration.
“Okay, okay. I want you just as bad as you want me,” said Richard. He stripped and Damian saw Richard’s dick for the first time. It was rock hard and large. He was maybe a touch bigger than Stan, which meant Damian’s hole would be stretched a little, but he’d be able to take what he was given with pure pleasure. Richard’s taut body was even better than Damian had imagined, a vast improvement over most of the men who got to fuck his ass.
As Richard slipped on a condom, Damian pulled his knees back as far as he could to give Richard complete access. Richard let out a low rumble of appreciation as he lubed up Damian with two fingers and then three.
Damian was perplexed. He thought he loved the rough reaming he received from Stan, Bob and the men in the videos, but Richard’s slow, loving pace sent Damian to the brink of a paroxysm of spent lust. He had to close his eyes and calm himself so as not to come. He was no longer in a hurry to leave Los Angeles before Stan found out he was missing. He wanted Richard’s gentle but firm penetration to last forever.
While Damian’s pleasure at giving up his ass was intense, Richard’s kisses were unfathomably wonderful. In the years with Stan, Damian had almost never been kissed. Richard’s lips were so soft. His skin smelled clean and of an aftershave Damian’s father had worn. Damian inhaled deeply.
After Damian allowed Richard’s tongue to find his, he felt Richard’s cock engorge further inside his ass. Damian whimpered in earnest from offering his hole to such a huge dick, but instead of pushing Richard off, he surrendered, bringing his ankles to his ears. It was the most vulnerable his ass had ever been, and the euphoria filled Damian’s chest to the point he could scarcely breathe. Damian couldn’t help it this time and with a great gasp, he came in huge spurts all over his neck and chin, his head thrashing left and right.
This set off Richard’s orgasm, and with a series of grunts that turned to a roar, Richard climaxed, pushing his steel-hard rod as deep as possible on the last thrust. Damian was rewarded with the biggest, fiercest kiss he’d ever known. Then Richard looked down on him with an incredulous expression in his eyes.
“That was…astounding,” Richard said. “I’ve seen clips of your videos, but I’ve never, ever seen you enjoy getting fucked so much.”
“It’s you,” said Damian. “You’re what made it better than all the others. It’s because you hold my heart.”
Richard kissed Damian’s lips. “You know how to make a man feel happy, young fellow.”
Damian felt a tendril of pleasure glide down his neck and spine as Richard ruffled his hair, but then there was a spike of sadness. “Now more than ever, I wish I didn’t have to leave L.A.”
Richard’s face became serious. “I…I’m going to beg you to stay here, even if it’s just for one night or a few hours. I want you to have a better plan than taking a bus to anywhere. What if someone else gets you in the same situation?” Richard reached for his wa
llet. “Here, take forty dollars and purchase some travel toiletries. Some extra underwear. I need to go close up the clinic, but meet me back here in a couple hours. I plan to at least drive you a couple hundred miles out of LA to make sure you get away safe and sound.”
Damian smiled with relief. “I would appreciate that so much, sir.”
* * * *
Damian did not return as promised. Richard worried, but he had no way to contact Damian. Over the next few days, he monitored DaddiesInDamian.com. He was disappointed to see new videos appearing. Damian must have decided to stay. It upset him further that he could see Damian now had to argue over condoms each time. Stan appeared furious that Damian broke character as the perfect submissive. Richard knew Damian would soon lose the safe sex battle.
On the fourth day after they’d made love, Damian called in tears.
“I was on my way back to your house, and they kidnapped me off the street!” he said. “I called the police, but they couldn’t care less about some fag porn boy. Now Stan says he’s slipping me shit so I’ll be arrested if I call the police again. I think it’s true because I feel drugged and out of it.”
Richard was horrified. “I’ll think of something, Damian. Just hang in there.”
That night Richard studied the videos from Damian’s site. The layout of the house wasn’t evident as everything was filmed by the pool. Richard noted Stan and his cohort, Bob, were big men. With his eyes always on Damian’s body, he hadn’t noticed that before, but together they had the muscle necessary to keep a strapping farm boy prisoner. He felt the weight of his guilt in his chest. Why hadn’t he trusted Damian before?
He set his mouth in determination. “Well,” Richard said to himself, “they haven’t tangled with a marine.” He closed the porn site, opened a new document, and began a résumé.
* * * *
Damian couldn’t believe his eyes. What was Dr. Preston doing here? He watched from the kitchen window awaiting his cue.
“Welcome, uh…Louis, is it?” Stan scanned Richard’s fake C.V.
Richard nodded. “Quite a place you’ve got here.”
“Why, thank you.” Stan went through the same spiel he always did, making the job sound unappealing except for “one thing.”
“In fact, why don’t I show you what I mean,” Stan said.
Damian heard the buzzer that let him know he was to bring out the rum punches. He noted that Richard was a good actor. He widened his eyes and looked stunned.
“You have a nude houseboy.”
Stan smiled. “Do you like him? He’s stupid, but he’s a good benefit.”
Richard sipped his drink. “Benefit? In what way?”
“You get to fuck him as much as you want. He can’t ever say no. It’s all he’s good for.”
Damian trembled, worried he might give up the game.
“Well, let me see this fellow.” Richard got up from his chair. As he approached Damian, he caught his toe on Stan’s lounger and spilled rum punch on Stan’s face and bathrobe.
“Oh, I’m so sorry. That robe looks like it costs a fortune. I hope it doesn’t stain.” Damian saw Richard pour what looked like eye drops into Stan’s punch. Damian rushed to grab a towel and began drying Stan’s head and face, hoping he would keep Stan from seeing what Richard was doing. He positioned himself so his backside would block Bob’s view.
“That’s fucking enough, Damian!” Stan bellowed. “Get on all fours now!”
Damian complied.
“Why don’t you enjoy Damian’s ass?” Stan said.
Richard balked. “What? Right now?”
“Of course. We’re all very open here. I’ll show you. I’ll go first.”
Stan slid off the robe, his erection protruding at the maximum. Damian bent his head in shame, knowing Richard was about to see him humiliated in person.
“He’s already lubed?” Richard asked as Stan slid inside Damian in one long stroke. “He lets you bareback his ass?”
Stan grunted. “Lubed, yes. He’s lubed 24/7. Bareback. He doesn’t have a choice.”
Damian felt his face flush, wondering if Richard would still want him now that he got fucked bare.
“C’mon, get naked and get inside him, buddy.” Stan waved Richard over. “No need to be shy. You look like you have a great body under that suit.” Stan stopped fucking for a moment to take a big gulp of his drink. Then he turned to see that Richard hadn’t budged. “If you want the job, you need to start pumping his rump.”
Richard nodded and stepped forward to stroke Damian’s flank. “As soon as you’re done, I’ll fuck him like a mad man.”
“Fuck his ass now or get out of my house.” Stan took another drink.
Richard had stripped off his shirt and had begun to unzip his pants when Damian felt Stan slow his thrusting. Stan mumbled something about his head and then slumped over, his dick popping out of Damian.
Richard pulled Damian upright. “Quick, get some clothes!”
Damian shook his head. “Bob is watching! Look out, he’s coming now!”
Bob was bigger and meaner than Stan, and Damian braced himself to witness Bob punch out Richard, but as Bob came at the doctor like a bull, Richard reached into his pocket, whipped around, and struck Bob in the neck. Bob went down instantly.
“What hap—”
“Taser. It won’t keep him down long. Get clothes now.”
“I don’t have any. They got rid of them all!”
Richard raced to cover Damian with Stan’s robe. “Do you have a wallet? Any kind of ID?”
“They locked it in their safe!”
“Forget it. Let’s go.”
* * * *
As they left Los Angeles on I-10, Damian kept letting Stan’s robe fall open. Richard wouldn’t have minded, but he reached over to cover the younger man. He didn’t want trouble with the police.
“Where are we going?” Damian still worried. He looked at the cars behind them. “What if Bob and Stan find out who you are and come after you?”
“We’ll be fine. We’ll put some distance between your captors, find a store, and get you some clothes. Then we’ll get out of the state.”
“But where will we go? I thought you said you didn’t have much money.”
“I said I didn’t have much money in the bank. I do have property, including a small ranch in New Mexico. Hey, there’s a strip mall up ahead. What size shoes should I get? What size shirts and pants?”
Damian smiled and slid open his robe again. “For you, I wouldn’t mind being nude all the time.”
Richard smirked. “Yeah, but what if I want to take you to dinner? What if you want to take a college class?”
Damian’s eyes widened. “You’d help me go to school?”
Richard’s eyes glistened. He interlaced the fingers of his right hand with Damian’s. “I’ve wanted to help you for so long. I want to be your man.”
Damian felt the warmth and affection radiating from Richard as they held hands. “I promise, from now on there’s only going to be one daddy in Damian.”
Richard squeezed his hand. “That’s right, handsome. And just you wait, this daddy’s gonna make everything all right.”
And Brawley Threads the Needle
It was wrong to let Cameron suffer the humiliation alone. But it wasn’t easy for me to learn he got his ass fucked in porn movies, and it wasn’t my fault everyone knew. Most schools would have kicked him out. Bradenton College let him stay. Maybe they were being open-minded or maybe they made an exception. The financial aid department screwed up so many times with Cameron’s account, it was their fault he was desperate for cash to stay in school. The president even insisted Coach Vinton keep him on the tennis team, despite Coach’s protests. The timing of the whole scandal was suspicious. It came to light just before the Palm Coast Conference Championship. That had the whole team pulling out their hair, including me to be honest.
Now we were in Hilton Head, South Carolina, having made the finals without Cameron. His g
ame had fallen apart. He’d been taken off of the number two singles spot and made an alternate. Then Victor Pratt injured himself during his singles match. We were tied two-two against Kingham University, and Cameron would have to play the final match that would determine everything.
I suspected Kingham’s coach had made Cameron’s movies public knowledge. To say that school had a conservative “Christian” streak would be an understatement. The president was Talbot Hayes, a televangelist who prayed for hurricanes and tornadoes to strike gay pride parades. Hayes and the Kingham coach were the first in the league to say Cameron should be disqualified from tournament play. However, conference officials figured Kingham had other reasons to demand removing a strong Bradenton player.
Our damn coach agreed with Kingham, but for his own reasons. “Cameron Brawley is a liability,” he’d said to our school president in a hushed locker-room conversation I wasn’t supposed to overhear. “It puts that much more fire into the games of our opponents, you know? Sure, no one wants to be beaten. But they especially don’t want to be beaten by a gay boy who…who takes it up the you-know-what.”
What’s crazy is that Cameron seemed to think the same way. The movies he’d been in were ones where “the loser” gets fucked. As in, “Ha ha, I beat you in a wrestling match. Now I’m going to ream your ass in front of a huge audience, and you can struggle all you want, but you won’t get away.”
Cameron loved having me inside him until I found out about the movies. Then, I swear, it was like if I wanted to screw him that meant he’d lost his right to be my equal, or anyone’s equal. If it’s possible to feel permanent, continuous humiliation, that would explain a lot. Cameron’s face was always flushed.
I sat in the bleachers watching Cameron warm up. He was so beautiful I wished I could have his nude picture as the wallpaper on my computer: innocent and sweet, smooth and muscular, hot-assed and constantly horny. He was everything you’d want in a blond bottom boy. It was no wonder that director had begged him to be in movies. Now that I knew how they affected him, I’d never watch them again.
