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YES, MASTER:

Dubcon, Menage,

Gay BDSM, Sub/Dom ©


© Sasha Bond, 2018


This story contains sexual content throughout and is therefore not suitable for anyone under the age of 18 years.


This is a work of fiction. All characters in this story are aged 18 and above.


Unbuckle your belt. Grab the tissues. Cum with us…


Sasha Bond ©


YES, MASTER



"C'mon, I'm dying here," Mark pleaded. "I ain't had nothing but my hand for a week, dude."


We were deep in the woods behind our subdivision, which we used as a shortcut to the shopping mall where we hung out. Mark was bitching the whole way about not getting laid lately and had suddenly stopped, pulled his dick out of his pants, and asked (BEGGED) me to suck him.


"No way," I said. I was only half shocked. We'd joked about doing each other if the supply of pussy dried up, but I never expected him to be serious about it.


"Just once, 'cuz we're best friends," he said, moving closer to me. "I'll never tell anyone, I promise. Just get me off. It'll only be this once until I find another chick to bang."


We'd been best friends for as long as I could remember. However, we were unlikely best friends. Mark was a big, strapping young man, well over six feet and solidly built. He played football, basketball, and was captain of the track team at school. I, on the other hand, was a fairly small guy, barely 5' 5" and 110 pounds. Mom was tiny and I inherited her frame.


Mark was also the horniest son of a bitch I ever knew, too. I know of three girls at school he had been fucking plus Mrs. Jeavons, the MILF down the street from us. I hadn't believed him that he was screwing her, but he managed to get the blinds cracked open once and I peek in from outside when he was slamming his dick into her. He also claimed to have screwed two teachers at school. And I mean AT school, on the campus grounds. I wasn't sure if I believed him or not, but it was plausible.


The only girl I ever had sex with was Stacy Jeavons, Mrs. Jeavons's oversexed daughter, but then again so had everyone else. She was a year older than us at nineteen, and Mark claimed that she was his first. She was my first, and probably a bunch of other guys, too.


While our senior year at high school was a sexual feast for him, graduation meant famine. Mrs. Jeavons got pregnant, something of a miracle since her husband had had a vasectomy years before. I'd never know if the baby was Mark's or not....they moved shortly before graduation and nobody had heard from them since. The girls (and supposed teachers) were unavailable, and with both Stacy and Mrs. Jeavons gone, he had nothing but his hand to relieve his pent-up frustrations.


"Dude, I'm getting blue balls," he griped. "If I don't get something soon, my balls are going to explode." As he said this, his hand slid down my arm and grabbed my hand, placing it on his rigid cock.


"Fuck, dude, I'm NOT going to suck your dick!" I tried to pull my hand away, but he held my wrist firmly.


"Don't you owe me for hooking you up with Stacy Jeavons?" he asked. "Owe me just a little bit at least? Wasn't she a great fuck?"


His grip on my wrist starting moving my hand up and down his cock, stroking him. It wasn't an unpleasant sensation, to be honest. He had a big dick, much bigger than mine, and it did feel kind of good in my hand.


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