The Lexington B&B – Ch. 1

The Lexington Bed & Breakfast (by Mafisto)

Chapter 1

[Comments welcome and appreciated. Fantasy Casting: Caspar Oechsler as Casey Cooper, Simon Nessman as Simon Stewart, Trevor Mahon as Travis Murphy, Yoav Reuveni as Seth Rivera, Alex Lago as Andrew Lewis, iStock model as Justin Parker.]

The two young men with backpacks sauntered to the front desk, wheeling their compact suitcases beside them. “Welcome to the Lexington,” said Howard. “What name is your reservation under?”

The high-cheekboned hottie with unkempt umber hair smirked. “It’s under mine, Simon Stewart.”

Howard scanned the brief list of names on the computer. “Gotcha right here, Mr. Stewart, for a double with two twins. You’ll be with us for a week, I see. I need your signature here and your credit card for the deposit.”

While Howard waited for the card to be authorized, he studied his new guests. Simon was rocking back and forth on his heels, while his friend hummed quietly.

“Can I have your name as well, sir?” Howard asked the hummer.

“Absolutely,” he said, his forest green eyes sparkling with eagerness. “I’m Casey Cooper.”

Casey wore a royal blue polo. His face was gently freckled and his gelled reddish-brown hair was neatly parted on the side.

“Here you go: two keys for room 4, down the hall, up the stairs, then on your left. Have a nice stay!”

“Thanks,” said Casey. Simon kept silent. The two guests headed towards the stairs.

Howard figured they were college students, here for the beach like most of his guests, this being the high season in Cape Cod. He loved this time of the year, when the Lexington filled up with good-looking guys in beach attire. Lots of options for his wanking fantasies. No harm if it was only in his head, no?

The Lexington Bed & Breakfast had been housing guests for almost a hundred and fifty years. When Howard and his older sister Mary had bought the place, ten years before, they had invested considerably in its restoration. Located on Sea Street, two blocks from the beach, the Lexington was a homely house with blue-gray clapboard siding, burgundy shutters, a high gabled roof and a hospitable porch. White bricks covered the wide parking area beside the house. Tall bushy trees isolated its grounds, which were generously overlayed with vibrant flowerbeds tended by Mary, including the modest in-ground swimming pool.

“You two have fun in Bermuda,” said Howard to Mary and her boyfriend. On that early evening, a Friday in May, they stood on the porch with their luggage, waiting for a cab.

“You really should hire someone to help you this week,” said Mary. All the rooms are rented this weekend.“ She briefly turned her attention to a handsome man with a two-day beard who was walking out of the house. “Have a nice evening, Mr. Rivera,” she said.

“I will, and you have a nice trip.” Seth Rivera, a travel writer who stayed in room 5, was wearing jeans and a thin white shirt with stripes.

Howard stared at Mr. Rivera’s butt until it was out of sight. “I’ll be fine,” he then said. “I don’t mind being more busy than usual.”

Mary sighed. They were silent for a few minutes, then the Murphys, a couple with their teenage son and daughter, came out on the porch. They were staying in room 2, a full suite with two bedrooms.

“Hey, Ms. Lexington,” said Travis, the son. He had just finished high school, and his sister was two years younger. Howard had discovered these last few days that he was turned on by the cute boy next door’s naïveté.

“All set for Bermuda?” Travis asked.

“Oh God yes,” said Mary. “So the whole family’s going out for dinner.”

“Yeah, at La Scala,” said Emily, Travis’s sister.

As the Murphys headed onto the street, Mary’s cab pulled in. Howard helped the driver with the luggage and waved his sister goodbye. They had rarely been apart, but he looked forward to spending time on his own.

As he came back inside, he saw Justin Parker, a dark blond law student with glasses who was staying in room 3. He rarely went out, as he was studying for a crucial exam at BSU three days from then.

“Hey,” he said. “Would you mind ordering me a pizza from the Royal? A large cheese and pepperoni would be great.”

“No problem,” said Howard. “I’ll bring it to your room when it gets here.” Howard enjoyed entering the rooms of his attractive guests, whether they were in or not. He wouldn’t bring himself to snoop, but whenever he saw anything private laying around, like discarded boxers, it gave him some voyeuristic pleasure.

After calling the restaurant, Howard went down to the basement, where they had recently decided to add two extra rooms before the end of the year. However, a succession of previous owners had hoarded an impressive quantity of junk in there over the years. Everything had to go — Howard had been packing for weeks. A large part of the clutter was discarded furniture that Howard tried to all move to one corner.

He emptied an antique writing desk of its mostly useless content, which he put into boxes. He then lifted the desk to put one side of it on a small dolly, then grabbed the other side to roll the desk to the corner where he stowed the furniture. The desk was quite heavy: he ended up dropping it abruptly with a loud bang. Although nothing appeared to be broken, he noticed that the crash had opened a secret compartment on the side.

From the cavity, Howard grabbed a square wooden box, each side about 6 inches. Intrigued, he opened the box. It contained a black satin bag, itself containing in turn a sphere of aquamarine glass. Judging by the weight, it was hollow, with a short neck sealed by a stopper. Inside the colorful sphere, mirror-like strands caught the light and shone with mesmerizing swirls. Howard could not stop staring at it.

The front desk bell impatiently rang a few times, and Howard snapped out of his reverie. He hurried upstairs. Room 1’s occupants, Andrew Lewis and his blond girlfriend, were at the desk. As Howard approached, Andrew, a tall lean sexy twenty-something, peered at him with piercing cobalt eyes. He had soft spikes of black hair, with sideburns and a two-day beard.

Howard gave them the extra towels they asked for, then noticed how dark it was outside. Checking his watch, he realized he must have been staring at that glass ball for over an hour. Confused, he went back to the basement. He put the ball back in its bag, careful not to look at it. He discovered a small journal at the bottom of the box. Nothing in the box or journal identified the writer. Howard brought the box and its contents to his bedroom, where he started to read the anonymous writings.

According to the journal, the captivating ball was a witch ball, believed to ward off evil spirits. Its bright blue swirls were meant to entice evil spirits and capture them inside. A few pages later, it was mentioned that a powerful charming spirit had been captured in that very ball. The journal’s author had discovered that anyone gazing at the ball became entranced by the spirit inside. The entranced’s conscious self would be completely overwhelmed in the fight to look away, leaving their subconscious completely vulnerable, as if in a deep state of hypnosis. However, a loud noise or the removal of the ball from their sight would awaken them from that state. The journal went on about how its author used it to “convince” people to give him money and a woman he loved to marry him, then the entries stopped abruptly.

Was that what had happened to him earlier? Had he been entranced by the spirit in the ball, fighting it to free his mind for over an hour, until the sound of the bell woke him?

Howard was not gullible, but he did believe in the possibility of the supernatural. He remembered the whole experience, the intensity of the pull he had felt from that ball, how swiftly it had totally engrossed him, as eerily unnatural. He reread the journal attentively, determined to fully explore the witch ball’s alleged powers.

The next morning, as Howard swept the corridor on the first floor, he looked out the window and saw Travis, the Murphys’ son, alone in the backyard. None of the guests were up by then, as the first breakfasts to serve were only scheduled for more than an hour later.

Howard continued with his sweeping, but would often pause to look at Travis. He suddenly realized he had a partial erection. A strong urge to entice the high school graduate grew in him, an urge which felt out of character for him. He found himself heading to his room to fetch the witch ball.

When Howard entered the backyard, he stared at the cute Travis, at his longish brown hair, thick eyebrows, naive eyes. The student slumped against a tree, arms folded. Mornings were still a bit chilly. Travis wore a royal blue T-shirt with white print.

“Hi!” the student said. “I woke up an hour ago and couldn’t go back to sleep. Quiet morning.”

“Yes, it is quiet,” said Howard. “So your family’s still asleep?”

“Oh yeah. My dad was snoring when I snuck out. I checked the pool, the water is too cold. Maybe this afternoon… Although we’ll probably be at the beach.”

“It’ll be okay this afternoon.” Howard waited a moment, then took out the satin bag. “Let me show you what I found in the basement last night.”

He took the witch ball out and lay it on one of the round patio tables, careful not to look directly at it.

“Cool!” said Travis. “Is it some sort of Christmas ball? It’s bigger than… There’s light swirling in it… I…”

The young man stopped moving, his mouth slightly agape, his eyes vacant vaguely looking at the ball.

“Travis?” asked Howard, “can you hear me?”

Travis’s mouth slowly opened. “Yesss…” he said quietly, almost in a whisper.

At the sight of the helpless student, Howard felt an unexpected and intense satisfaction. For a moment, he could not tell if the feeling was his own.

“Listen to me carefully,” he said. He had been curious about hypnosis a few years ago, and had read a few books, enough to know how to formulate suggestions. He gave Travis a few deepening inductions, but they hardly seemed necessary — the trance was already surprisingly deep.

Howard felt a rush of lust inside. It frightened him.

“When you wake up,” Howard commanded, “you will feel very hot. The sun will be burning. There will be only one thing on your mind: cooling down. You will realize that you are wearing your swim trunks under your jeans. You won’t be able to resist stripping down to your swim trunks and jump in the pool. You’ll find the water warm and nice.”

Howard made the youth repeat everything twice. He was astonished as to how well Travis responded to the suggestions. He then proceeded to put the ball back in the bag. A few seconds later, Travis snapped out of his trance.

“Whoa,” he said. “I think I dozed off for a second. Anyway, that thing was beautiful, what was it?”

“A witch ball, they call it,” Howard said, noticing how uncomfortable Travis started to look. “It was used to ward evil spirits.”

“Oh.. OK. Gee, it’s really hot all of a sudden.” The boy was starting to glisten with sweat. “I can’t believe how hot it is!”

Howard could not believe his suggestions were working. Despite the morning chill, Travis felt intense heat and started to pull his T-shirt off. His smooth and tight torso sparkled with sweat beads. He then took off his sneakers and ankle socks, standing barefoot in the grass.

“So hot!” he said, completely focused on the imagined heat, almost oblivious to Howard’s presence. “I have to cool down. I think I’ll take a quick dip in the pool, if you don’t mind.”

Howard was too fascinated to answer, but Travis didn’t expect one. He proceeded to detach his belt, unzip his jeans, let them drop and then step out of them. A pair of white boxerbriefs with a gray waistband hugged his hips.

“Nice swim trunks,” said Howard, smiling.

“Thanks,” Travis said, reflexively. “OK, I’m jumping in…”

He ran to the edge of the pool and dove in the cold water. Howard walked to the pool’s edge and watched the boy do a few laps in his white boxers.

“The water’s just right!” said Travis, excited.

He climbed out of the pool, his wet underwear now translucent and clinging to his skin, showing the contours of a soft six-inch cut dick, and, as the young man turned around to turn back in, the shape of a firm bubble butt.

Howard got an instant hard-on. He realized he relished the power he had over the young man, he could make him do anything he wanted. What was going on? Why did he feel that way? He had felt some attraction toward the student, but this was pure and intense lust, mixed in with a desire to dominate.

Howard panicked. He took out the witch ball again. As Travis climbed out of the pool a second time, his eyes fell on it.

The young man stood still, his hands on his waist, elbows out. His boxers had slid a bit down his waist, exposing his pubes, the root of his dick, and a good inch of his ass crack in the back. He stood motionless, completely unaware of his state.

“Travis, when you wake up, you will get dressed and return to your room. You’ll forget everything about the heat and about taking a swim.”

A few seconds after Howard slipped the ball back in the bag, Travis used a towel on a rack beside the pool to dry himself, then put his jeans back on. He put on the rest of his clothes, then quietly headed back inside the Lexington.

Howard sat down, completely overwhelmed by what had just happened. Overwhelmed by how powerful the witch ball was, allowing him to make Travis do things the high school senior would never have done willingly. But also overwhelmed by his own actions and reactions to the whole situation. He did not recognize himself in them and it scared him.

At 10 AM, he delivered room 3’s breakfast. All the other guests had already eaten and left the B&B by then. Travis hadn’t acted out of the ordinary, even giving him a small nod as he’d passed by the front desk with his sister. Howard was relieved.

“Come in!” said Justin.

The law student was seated in the armchair, in khaki shorts and a blue-gray sweater, a book on his lap. He was reading his book attentively, holding the tip of a pen on his temple. It gave Howard a chance to check him out. His mop of dark blond hair had obviously not been combed or brushed since he got out of bed, and Howard found this insouciance about his looks arousing.

As Howard placed the breakfast tray on the desk, he was startled to see the witch ball on the tray in its satin bag. He didn’t remember having put it there. Why had he done this? Looking back at the law student, he found himself staring at his exposed lower legs, lean and sparsely covered in blond hair. Howard had once jerked off to Justin earlier in the week, but now this casual attraction was growing rapidly into full blown desire. He took out the witch ball from its bag and placed it next to the tray.

“Thank you,” said Justin, closing his book. He stood up and approached the desk. “What’s this?” The moment his eyes fell on the swirls of the witch ball, they stayed fixed on it. “Some kind of globe,” he mumbled. “It’s fascinating, all those bright shades of blue, green, what…”

He stopped talking and stood, immobile, gently rocking back and forth, his eyes locked onto the ball.

“Mr. Parker… Justin… Can you hear me?”

Justin took a long breath, then whispered, with some effort: “Yesss…”

“While you are in this deep trance, you will listen to everything I tell you. You will follow my instructions once you are awake, without knowing why you do so or finding it strange. Repeat what I just said.”

“Listen to everything… Follow instructions… Won’t know why… Won’t find it strange…”

Looking at him standing there, so vulnerable, ready to obey him, gave Howard a rush of confidence. He realized the law student made him feel inferior, because of his better looks and his better education. But now he was completely under his spell and Howard wanted his turn at feeling superior.

“Listen carefully to me, Justin,” said Howard in a clear authoritative voice. “When you wake up, every time you hear me say the words THE LAW, you will immediately take off an article of clothing, and will not try to put it back on. You will react normally to your state of undress, but you won’t be able to stop stripping. You will not find it strange that you are doing this, and you will not ask me to look away or get out of the room.”

Howard made sure all these suggestions were deeply understood by Justin, then put the ball back in the bag. After a few seconds of confusion, Justin blinked a few times and said: “Sorry, I can’t remember what I was talking about. Brain fart. Anyway, thanks for the breakfast, it looks delicious. However, I did ask for my eggs yolk to be over well, but that’s ok.”

He sat down in front of the desk, ready to eat.

“Mr. Parker, when did you start being interested in THE LAW?”

Justin put down the fork he had just grabbed and lifted his sweater up, flashing his defined abs. “I guess it was when I was in high school, when my parents sued our insurance company.” He pulled the sweater above his head and let it drop next to the chair. “We won the case, and I became fascinated by how powerful lawyers are.”

He seemed to realize he was shirtless, and looked uncomfortable. “I have no idea why I just took off my sweater,” he said with a nervous laugh. “I feel a bit exposed here.” Yet, he did nothing to remedy the situation, grabbed his fork again and took a bite of pancakes. Howard stared at the firm, almost hairless chest with its dark nipples the size of quarters.

Howard pointed to his chest and said: “You must do some kind of sport to have such a nice chest.” Justin seemed embarrassed that his bare chest was the subject of conversation, but he said: “Yeah, I’m part of the rowing team.”

“You manage to do that while studying THE LAW,” said Howard. “That’s impressive.”

Justin once again put down his fork and proceeded to remove his socks. “I guess, it’s not always easy,” he said, “but keeping in shape makes my mind sharper.”

Howard looked at Justin’s tanned, well-formed feet. “Your feet are warm?” he said. Justin raised his eyebrows. “I guess!” he said, before returning to his breakfast.

Howard waited for Justin to finish his breakfast, then said: “But isn’t THE LAW very complex to learn?”

Justin immediately stood up and detached the top of his khaki shorts. “Yeah, it’s really complex, for sure.” He unzipped his shorts and let them drop on the floor. “But I have a great memory,” he said, stepping out of the shorts.

He was now wearing only a pair of tighty whities, with a pretty obvious bulge at the front. “By the way, breakfast was good. But I’m still hungry, I could’t eat the eggs, I hate runny yolk.”

In any other circumstances, Howard would have brought him another plate of eggs cooked as he wanted, but he couldn’t care less at this moment.

Justin suddenly noticed his state of undress. He immediately blushed and tried to hide his crotch with his hands.

“Sorry…” he said, awkwardly.

“For what?” asked Howard, as if he didn’t know.

“Euh… For just being in my underwear. I can’t seem to keep my clothes on this morning, I don’t know why.” He gave another nervous laugh. “I’m a bit prude about my body, I find it embarrassing.”

“Don’t worry, I don’t mind,” said Howard, which was the truth.

“Anyway,” Justin said emphatically, “I think I must go back to my studying.”

He was obviously trying to communicate to Howard that he wanted him to leave, but could not say so directly because of the suggestions. He turned around to face the armchair, giving Howard a good look of the shape of his toned rower butt.

Howard’s lust was growing like a fever. He had never felt so aggressively horny in his life. He didn’t care about Justin’s feelings, or about the risk of harassing a guest, he just wanted to dominate the smug law student.

“What part of THE LAW are you studying now?” he said, anxiously awaiting the uncovering that was to come.

Justin started to shake a bit, as if he was trying to resist. But despite himself, his hands went to his waist and his thumbs slid under his white briefs waistband.

“Civil law,” he said, sliding the white fabric down his firm legs. “Civil law in general,” he said, kicking the underwear away.

He had now exposed his entire backside to Howard, who could only stare ravenously at the student’s luscious bare butt.

“What the fuck!” said Justin. “I have no idea why I just did that! Taking my boxers off… I’m completely naked!”

“Don’t be shy,” said Howard. “You’re really attractive.” He took out the witch ball from its bag and placed it next to the check on the table. “Now you just have to sign the receipt and I’ll be on my way.”

“What?” said Justin in a panic. He hesitated, then grabbed his law book. He turned around, holding the book over his crotch. He walked to the table, completely discomfited, blushing and avoiding Howard’s gaze. As he bent to sign the check, his eyes caught the witch ball and locked on it.

“Hey, I remember seeing that before… Those colors… Can’t look away…”

Justin, silent and motionless once more, lost all tension in his body. His law book fell at his feet with a loud thud, revealing his trimmed pubes and his soft uncut dick the length of the pen he had been holding earlier, but about an inch in girth.

Howard started to take his own clothes off, relishing the sight of the naked future lawyer completely at his mercy. “So, tell me Justin, you are still hungry, aren’t you?”

The naked college student, eyes still fixated on the witch ball, struggled to whisper: “Yessss.”

Now just wearing boxers barely covering his erection, Howard said, mischievously, “I’ll certainly help you with that. When you awake, you will still react normally, except you won’t be able to get dressed again or cover yourself. You won’t want me to leave the room or stop looking at you even though it embarrasses you. Nothing I do will seem strange to you. You will be convinced I have nothing to do with what is happening to you, that it is all your own doing. Now, listen carefully, when I mention that something is DELICIOUS, you will feel a ravenous hunger to lick and suck and swallow that thing, and that hunger will be uncontrollable. That hunger will be sexual and extremely arousing. You’ll never bite though.”

After making sure that Justin remembered all those suggestions, Howard put the witch ball back in its bag, which immediately woke Justin up.

“Whoa!” the lawyer said. “I’m still naked. Why the hell did I strip naked?” He looked at Howard, erect in his boxers. “And you have a hard-on… Because you can see my cock, makes sense, I knew you were gay… It’s still humiliating to know you’re hard from looking at me naked.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” said Howard. “This is the least humiliating thing that is about to happen to you.”

Justin gave a frightened look to Howard. “What do you mean?” he asked.

Howard pointed at the breakfast plate with the eggs untouched and cold. “These eggs are DELICIOUS, aren’t they Justin?”

“What? No, I hate runny yolks, it’s all slimy and…” Howard could see Justin’s cock slowly stiffening and rising. “Slimy and the texture is so sensual, I just have to eat them.”

He fell to his knees and started to lick the surface of the eggs, then sucked them into his mouth without using his teeth. He was moaning and jerking off with one hand. The yellow yolk started to drool down his mouth, and he wiped it with his fingers and licked every drop. He then licked the plate clean.

Howard was playing with his hard dick in his boxers watching the law student debase himself. Once there were no trace of the eggs anywhere, Howard said: “I think you’ll find my fingers delicious, Justin.”

He held his fingers in the air and Justin jumped back to his feet and immediately grabbed them and started licking them with alacrity. He was moaning and rubbing his chest with his left hand. He mumbled: “I’m so horny,” never taking his tongue off of Howard’s fingers.

Howard maneuvered behind Justin the tongue-machine, and managed to lower his boxers with his remaining hand. He grabbed the law student’s butt with that hand, squeezing and spreading his cheeks, then he hugged his body from behind, his erection cradling the length of Justin crack. He rubbed it up and down rhythmically. The warmth of Justin’s butt on his cock felt magnificent.

“By the way, Justin,” said Howard. “My mouth is DELICIOUS.”

Justin immediately whirled around in Howard’s arms, his hard cock rubbing against Howard’s. He entered Howard’s mouth with his moist tongue, and kissed Howard with an intense need. He was so aroused by now that he welcomed Howard’s naked body around his. Howard’s hands now both free, he used them to feel every curve of the law student’s body. He palmed his ball sack and gave a few strokes to his impressive hard-on.

After two or three minutes of intense kissing and fondling, Howard forced Justin’s head away from his mouth long enough to breathe: “My chest is DELICIOUS” is Justin’s ear.

Justin, continuing to jerk off frantically with one hand, started to brush his tongue across Howard’s upper chest. Howard was also jerking off, enjoying the attention. The moist spongy beast then circled around Howard’s nipples, teasing them erect. He seductively licked down Howard’s stomach, stopping to poke inside his belly button.

Grabbing Justin’s head firmly with both hands, Howard said: “my hard cock is DELICIOUS Justin. What do you want to do to it?”

Justin shook his head wildly, trying to break free of Howard’s hold. He shouted: “I want to lick it, I want to suck it, I want to swallow it.” Howard released the ravenous student’s head and Justin immediately dropped to his knees and started licking Howard’s cock up and down, before wrapping his mouth around it and suckling on it slowly.

Howard guided Justin’s rhythm with his hand on his head, while Justin’s hands were all over Howard’s ass, clenching tight.

When he was close to threshold, Howard said: “Justin, you won’t believe how much my butthole is DELICIOUS.”

Justin let Howard’s cock fall out of his mouth and almost begged: “please, I’d be so ashamed of eating a man’s butt, please I don’t want it to be delicious…”

“But my butthole is DELICIOUS Justin,” said Howard, surprised at his own callousness. “But I won’t allow you to eat it unless you beg for it.”

Justin acted like a complete addict. He was writhing in pain, “Sir, I just have to lick your butthole, it’s like torture, I beg you to let me eat your delicious anus, please!”

Howard turned around and bent over. Justin was immediately all over him, spreading his butt cheeks apart and burying his face in. His slippery serpentine tongue prodded, scraped and assaulted Howard’s butthole. The B&B owner did enjoy the sensations, but having reduced the smug sexy law student to service his hole gave him ten times as much pleasure. After five minutes of wet warm anal probing, Howard came, spurting a puddle of fresh cum on Justin’s law book.

“Justin, both my cum and your cum are the most DELICIOUS substances you’ll ever put in your mouth.”

Justin immediately crawled like a dog towards his law book and lapped all of Howard’s cum from it. Then he used his finger to wipe the pre-cum on his dick and lick it. He then said: “I want more cum, I have to cum,” and he lay down on his back. One jerk and thick strings of thick white cum streamed all over his cock and abs. He used his fingers to bring all of it to his hungry mouth like it was the most precious liquid in the world.

When he finally looked up, Howard was waiting for him with the witch ball in hand. Five minutes later, Howard came out of room 3 while Justin was in the shower, not remembering anything of Howard’s visit except that his breakfast had been fucking DELICIOUS.

The Lexington B&B – Ch. 2

The Lexington Bed & Breakfast (by Mafisto)

Chapter 2

[Comments welcome and appreciated. Fantasy Casting: Caspar Oechsler as Casey Cooper, Simon Nessman as Simon Stewart, Trevor Mahon as Travis Murphy, Yoav Reuveni as Seth Rivera, Alex Lago as Andrew Lewis, iStock model as Justin Parker.]

The Lexington’s staircase rose half a level then turned ninety degrees right to reach the upper floor. The front desk, made of the same dark-varnished cherry wood as the stairs, extended from the foot of the stairs and perpendicular to them, then curved back towards them in an L-shape. A small office, with a window and a windowed door, hunkered under the higher part of the stairs, just behind the front desk.

It was in that office that Howard, high-strung, retired after his experience with Justin, an experience way beyond any sexual fantasy he had ever imagined. He was terrified by how callous and domineering he had acted, yet he could only think about how to use the witch ball next.

He tried to distract himself and turned on the computer. Chrome was open to the home page of the Lexington’s website. It had long been on his to-do list to improve it. He had taken the photos himself. They accurately conveyed the beauty of the Lexington, yet made it look empty and lifeless.

The front desk bell rang. Howard rose from his seat and saw Andrew’s piercing blue eyes looking at him through the office door’s window. When he opened the door, however, he saw that the one ringing the bell was his girlfriend, Claudia. Or was it Cyndy? Andrew’s lanky frame calmly stood a few steps behind the short energetic blonde.

“Could you whip up a quick lunch for us and bring it to our room?” she asked, miming the actions with her arms for some reason. “We’re a bit tight for time.”

Howard agreed to bring them sandwiches and chips. As they went up the stairs, they passed Justin coming down, his hair still wet from his shower. Howard grew tense — what if he was about to confront him?

“I’m going for a walk,” the law student simply said as he passed the front desk.

“Did you get a lot of study done this morning?” asked Howard.

“Nah, not really, not yet,” said Justin. “I don’t care, I feel fantastic, full of energy! I’m sure it’s because of that delicious breakfast you served me. I should eat like that every morning.”

Howard snickered. Sure, he thought, I’ll serve you a buffet of my cock, butthole and cum every morning if you want. He still could not believe he had gone so far with Justin and that the student had no remembrance of it at all. Surreal.

When he entered room 1 with the food tray, there was a flurry of activity inside.

The girlfriend barely registered Howard’s presence, frantically moving about the room and shuffling stuff around, her blonde hair flipping about. “Do you have your credit card?” she asked Andrew as Howard placed the tray on the desk.

“Yeah, babe, in my pocket,” said Andrew. He wore torn jeans and a black T-shirt with the name of some rock band in white. His lithe demeanor was sexy as hell.

“The tour for Hyannis Port starts in half an hour,” she said, facing the mirror, touching up her makeup. “We’ll have to eat fast.”

Howard’s stomach hardened. Why did that vapid and self-obsessed creature get to spend the day with the stunning Andrew? Or have sex with him for that matter? Unclenching his teeth, he told Andrew: “Could you sign this please?”

While Andrew signed the bill, Howard stared, spellbound, at his vivid cobalt-blue eyes. For some reason though, they were losing their spark. Andrew was frozen, holding the pen on the bill at the end of his signature. Howard looked sideways at the tray — the witch ball, out of the bag, lay next to the sandwiches, Andrew’s eyes locked in on it.

Why had he put it on the tray? When had he taken it out of the bag? He could just move it out of Andrew’s sight and go away. Yet somehow, he just called out to the girlfriend: “Before I leave, could you check if the food is to your satisfaction?”

The blonde sighed, annoyed to have to get away from whatever she was doing. She walked over to stand next to Andrew. “I think it’s signed, Andrew,” she said, taking the bill and the pen out of his hands. “You can move now… What the fuck are you looking at?” She looked at the tray and froze, her eyes vacant.

OK, now what? thought Howard. The frozen couple stood there, completely vulnerable to whatever suggestion he could give them. Andrew looked adorable with his spiky black hair, sideburns and stubble. Howard’s pulse was racing. I have to control myself, he thought. The urge to take advantage of them consumed him — he did not understand why and it made him cautious. Could he take advantage of them without it turning sexual, without the depravity that happened this morning?

“Your plans today have changed,” he told them after a few minutes. “You are very excited to model for me for pictures to advertise the B&B. You will follow my instructions to the letter and be very happy to do so. Come join me on the porch after eating.”

Having said this, he put the witch ball in its bag and hurried out of the room as the couple started to stir. As he came down the stairs, he felt proud of the compromise. He had no money to hire models to liven up the website pictures. To get the couple to pose for free was a way to take advantage of them, wasn’t it? It would satisfy the urge, wouldn’t it?

About fifteen minutes later, the couple came out on the porch.

“Ready, man,” said Andrew. “Cynthia and I are really eager to start.”

“I always wanted to model,” said the girlfriend, whose name Howard had now been reminded of. Cynthia.

At that time of the day, they had the whole house and grounds to themselves. Howard started with pictures on the porch featuring the lovely landscape in the background. He took pictures of the couple in various romantic poses: looking amorously at each other on the swing set, kissing as they stood in front of the house, smelling the flowers with delight…

“OK, guys that’s great,” Howard said after a while. “Now I’ll take a few with just Andrew.”

Cynthia shrugged and sat away. Howard took pictures of Andrew in various sultry poses, then he said: “Take the shirt off.”

Andrew lifted one side of his shirt halfway, then stopped in coy hesitation. Howard looked avidly at the partially exposed tanned torso, taut abs and deep belly button.

“Come on, babe,” encouraged Cynthia. “Show off your work at the gym.”

Andrew pulled off his T-shirt and exposed his lean, tight swimmer’s build. Howard took a picture or two, then approached his model, entranced to follow his instructions.

“Let me harden these for you,” Howard said, and he teased Andrew’s nipples with his finger one after the other, until they were erect.

He then adjusted Andrew’s pose, but in fact it was just an excuse to touch his bare skin all over, his hands lingering over his shoulders, waist, and pecs. He then had Andrew lean against one of the columns on the porch. His jeans hung low on his waist, exposing the sharply defined V of his obliques.

”Put your thumbs under your jeans’ waistband,” he said. Andrew fumbled with his pants, not getting it. Howard walked up to him, inserted his hand between Andrew’s briefs and his groin, and pulled. He could see the man’s pubes and the root of his cock. “Put your thumbs on each side of my hand,” he said. He then took his hand away and placed Andrew’s hands so they made a heart shape, his fingers over his zipper.

Feeling his lust build up and noticing Cynthia’s impatience, Howard took that final shirtless Andrew picture then had him put his shirt back on. They went inside and he took sets of pictures of the fully dressed couple in the lobby, the hallway and the staircase. When they got to their bedroom, he had them clean it up then took a few more pics of the lovebirds there. Having Andrew obey his every instruction however was turning Howard on.

“OK, Andrew,” said Howard, “take off your shirt and undo the bed. I want you to lie down in it at an angle in a relaxed way.”

Once Andrew’s shirt was off and Howard got to see his bare lean torso with its sparse stubble of dark hair, Howard’s lust swiftly grew again. Already half hard, he was struggling to avoid a full boner. Once Andrew was lying half-naked on the bed in a sexy pose, Howard lost the battle and his hard dick bulged in his dress pants. He moved towards the bed and knelt beside Andrew, who was looking lazily at the ceiling.

“I need more casualness,” he said, and proceeded to unbutton Andrew’s jeans and lower them down by about 2 inches, revealing a pair of red briefs. Howard licked his lips and discreetly rubbed his groin on the bed. As he stood up to back away a few steps, he jumped when he saw Cynthia right next to him.

“What about me?” she said. Then she noticed his erection. “What the fuck? Is my boyfriend turning you on? Andrew, put your clothes back on, you’re giving a hard on to this pervert!”

“What?” said Andrew, looking confused, then when he saw Howard’s bulge he gaped at it in shock.

Howard fumbled with the satin bag and almost dropped the witch ball as he got it out. He put the entrancing ball right in front of his crotch, where both of them were still staring, and let out a huge breath of relief when they froze.

He looked at the frozen Cynthia in anger. Why did this cunt fuck it all up? He was able to control the situation until now, but now he just wanted Andrew so bad!

“Cynthia, when you wake up, you’ll see everything that went on in the last hour as perfectly normal and you’ll be very excited that Andrew and you will be part of the Lexington’s website. You’ll decide to take a two-hour walk right away and leave me with Andrew.”

“Andrew, when you wake up, you’ll also see everything that went on in the last hour as perfectly normal. You’ll continue to pose for my photos, and you’ll take any pose I ask of you, with no inhibitions whatsoever. In fact, you’ll find it extremely sexually arousing to follow my instructions, and the more dirty the pose, the more turned on you’ll become. You will feel a strong urge to seduce me to have sex with you.”

Howard made the two repeat his instructions a few times, not wanting anything left to chance. Hearing the words come out of their mouths made him giddy with power.

“Cynthia,” he asked, before waking them up. “Do you have any sex toys?”

“I haaaveee a viiibraaatooor,” drawled Cynthia.

“Give it to me before you leave,” said Howard.

As soon as the witch ball was back in its bag and Cynthia left, her vibrator plainly on the desk, Andrew turned on his side in the bed, his jeans still wide open. “So I guess it’s just you and me now, Howard,” he said, his keen cobalt eyes staring sultrily at Howard. He briefly glanced at the tent in Howard’s pants and just smiled in satisfaction.

Andrews intense eyes were melting Howard into a lust puddle. Howard decided to play coy for fun. “Ahem,” he said, “I’m sorry for the erection, I can’t control it.”

“I like it,” said Andrew. “I like that you find me hot. How do you want me now?” he asked with a malicious grin. “How about you slide my jeans off and take a few pictures of me in my underwear?”

Howard mumbled, “yeah, yeah, that’d be good…” and slowly pulled the jeans off of Andrew’s legs. He also removed Andrew’s ankle socks. His bare feet were huge and gave off a faint earthy aroma. Howard moved back and relished the sight of Andrew posing sexily in the bed in only a pair of red briefs.

He snapped a dozen pictures, noticing how Andrew’s bulge grew slightly into a semi. Andrew took more and more sexy poses, his hand on his crotch, or lowering his briefs just a bit to show his pubes, or on all fours on the bed with his butt in the air.

Howard’s boxers were damp with pre-cum. Andrew stood up and approached him, his vivid eyes staring directly in Howard’s eyes without blinking. The tall lean mouthwatering hunk lifted Howard’s T-shirt off, his hands firmly on Howard’s sides.

“Feels a bit one-sided,” Andrew whispered. “Let me take off your clothes. Once he had stripped Howard down to his boxers, spotted with wet cum stains, he breathed in Howard’s ear: “What next?”

“Move to that wall, we’ll take a few shots of you tearing off your briefs.”

“Sure Howard,” said Andrew. He moved as instructed and pulled away at the only remaining bit of clothing on his body, as Howard snapped snapped snapped away, until the red briefs were in tatters. Andrew turned to show his backside to Howard and dropped the briefs on the ground, exposing his muscular fuzzy butt. He clenched it.

Howard took a picture and then he just had to jerk himself off. Andrew slowly turned to his side, his hand covering the side of his head, and his lengthy plump uncut cock came into view, semi-hard. Howard had a hard time coordinating his picture-taking and jerking off. Finally Andrew turned to offer a full frontal, his hands on each side, his elfin face sporting a hot smile.

“Do you like my cock, Howard?” said Andrew, sensually.

“Yes,” whispered Howard in a sigh as he masturbated frantically.

As soon as Howard approved of Andrew’s cock, it swiftly stiffened even more and turned into a 9-inch hard-on pointing upwards rigidly at 60 degrees.

Andrew laughed. “Well, it’s obvious now that I love that you love my cock, Howard.” He walked to the desk, making sure to rub his body against Howard as he did so, and grabbed the vibrator.

“Would you like me to use Cynthia’s vibrator on my asshole?” he said, turning it on.

“Oh fuck yes,” exclaimed Howard.

He stripped fully naked and sat in the armchair as Andrew lay on his back on the bed and rolled his legs up in the air, spread apart, exposing his asshole. Both were pumping away their hard cocks, Howard watching as Andrew was driving himself wild with the vibrator over, and gradually into, his virgin hole.

Howard managed to take a few snapshots but by now, he no longer cared for souvenirs of this moment. Andrew then stopped jerking off and dropped the vibrator to the floor. Propping himself up on his elbows, he stared directly in Howard’s eyes with eager cobalt blue eyes and said: “Fuck me, Howard! I want your hard cock in my virgin ass!”

After telling Howard to grab the lube in his suitcase, Andrew spat on his right hand’s fingers, then inserted his index in his anus in anticipation. Howard took over with two lubed fingers, loosening Andrew’s hole for a minute, then just lost patience and slid his hard cock in Andrew’s tight ass.

“Oooowww,” Andrew squealed. He winced in pain and bit his lip. Howard grabbed Andrew’s legs and fucked him with sudden deep jerks, while Andrew moaned in both pleasure and pain.

Howard came in the boyfriend’s butt, then pulled out. Andrew finished himself off, cum dripping from his ass. He came with jets of thick translucent cum streaking his chest, neck and face.

After taking a long sensual shower with Andrew, and giving him some follow-up instructions, Howard went down to his own bedroom and changed. He then spent some time in the office uploading and arranging the photos on his computer. The racy ones went directly to his hidden porn folder, the rest were sorted and enhanced for the website. By focusing on this task, he avoided thinking about how his behavior was getting out of control.

Casey and Simon, the backpacking students, came back around 4 PM, chatting about some girls they met on the beach earlier. Howard started to fantasize having them under his control, and when he snapped out of it, he realized he had the witch ball’s bag in his hands half open. He grew nervous — was he becoming addicted?

Seth, the journalist, came back next with a serious look on his face. He wore a button-down business shirt and carried a worn brown satchel. He nodded to Howard in passing.

Cynthia was next, around 4:30 PM. “I had such a nice walk!’ she told Howard as she stepped on the stairs. “But I miss my Andrew… Have you taken good care of him?” she asked.

“Very much so,” answered Howard, with a grin. Oh yeah Cynthia, he thought. I fucked your boyfriend raw and came in his ass, that’s good care in my book.

A few minutes later, a gorgeous UPS guy entered the Lexington, carrying a large yellow envelope. The beige uniform hung tight over his athletic tanned frame. His face was stunning, with high cheekbones, a long nose and a short dark beard over his chin.

“Delivery for Seth Rivera,” he said with a low coarse voice. “Can you sign here?”

“Sure,” said Howard. “While I do, take a look at this.” Howard signed the paper, whispered something in the delivery hunk’s ear, and watched as the man entered his office and closed the shutters on the windows.

“Is the delivery for us?” Howard heard beside him.

Travis and his family stood there, yakking away about where to have dinner that night.

“No, it’s for Mr. Rivera,” said Howard, staring at the cute Travis, remembering him half-naked in the pool that morning. Compared to what happened with Justin and Andrew later, that moment with Travis seemed pretty tame now.

Once the Murphys were up the stairs, Howard went into his office. The UPS hunk sat on the chair, his hands behind his neck, wearing only white boxerbriefs where the shape of an impressive cock and balls hung between his thighs. He stood up when Howard closed the door, his tanned muscular body towering six inches above Howard’s head. “Special delivery,” he said, as he lowered his boxers and grew hard instantly.

After some fooling around with the UPS guy, Howard went up to room 5 to deliver Mr. Rivera’s envelope. After he knocked, the reporter opened the door, shirtless and barefoot.

“What’s this about?” the latin hunk said.

Howard could not help staring at his sultry good looks: his chiseled jaw sporting a half-day beard, his chocolate eyes, his black curls, his defined chest sprinkled with dark fuzz. His jeans hung low on his waist — it looked like he wasn’t wearing any underwear.

Seemingly self-conscious about Howard’s stare, Seth said: “Sorry about that, I was about to take a shower.”

“You received an envelope,” said Howard, handing it to him.

“Thanks,” Seth said. He gave Howard an uneasy look then closed the door behind him.

Howard pretended to dust the furniture in the corridor while actually listening to the sound of the shower in Seth’s room. The two college students, Casey and Simon, passed him by on their way towards the stairs. He nodded to them, but only Casey nodded back, with a shy smile.

When he heard the shower being turned off, Howard waited 30 seconds. After checking that no one was in the hallway, he took out the witch ball and held it just in front of Seth’s door, then knocked.

Seth opened the door, wet, annoyed and wearing only a towel around his waist, which he held with his left hand. “I told you I was taking a shower!” His eyes immediately fell on the witch ball. “What’s this? It’s so… fascinating…”

With Seth now standing still, Howard opened the door fully and came in, holding the ball so that Seth could turn around to keep looking at it. “Close the door, Mr. Rivera,” Howard said.

The hunky journalist obeyed, giving them some privacy. A good thing too, because the sight of the latin beauty, wet and with only a towel to preserve his modesty, had given Howard a huge and obvious hard-on once again.

He took advantage of the journalist’s trance to play with his damp nipples with the tip of his finger. Soon enough, they got erect. He then let his finger slide down to the hunk’s belly button, and lower, tracing the upper edge of his pubes.

He placed the witch ball on the desk and then circled slowly around his prey, his finger tracing the edge of the towel, the contour of the butt cheeks, the tip of his ass crack. Finally, he moved his hand to fondle the bulge in the towel. The hunky journalist did not even flinch.

“Drop the towel, Mr. Rivera,” said Howard.

Seth immediately released his grab and the white towel fell to his feet, leaving him completely nude. He had a tight and lean body, with patches of sparse hair between his pecs, a thick line above and below his belly button, and over his thighs. His pubic hair was intact, maybe just a bit trimmed. His cock was around 5 inches long, soft and uncut.

Howard moved to take a look at the view from behind. “Flex, Mr. Rivera,” he said. The entranced journalist obeyed and also clenched his butt. It was a cute ass, small and firm. Howard could not resist stroking and squeezing it.

Howard moved back to face Seth and said: “Get hard for me, Mr. Rivera.”

With his eyes still vacant but fixed on the ball, the journalist stopped flexing and started to play with his cock, teasing it with his fingers, playing with his balls, stroking it. Within a minute, he was sporting a 9-inch hard-on with a gleam of pre-cum at the tip.

“You will now let me suck your cock and it will feel extremely arousing,” said Howard, who then knelt before the latin hunk. Seth let go of his cock, letting Howard lick the per-cum off the tip. He then grabbed the journalist’s butt tightly and started to lick the length of the erect cock. Seth was moaning softly.

Howard then wrapped his mouth around the cock and immediately felt Seth tense up and tremble, then take a deep breath. He then sucked the hunky latino with abandon, rejoicing in Seth’s obvious signs of arousal. His moans became slightly louder, his body squirmed with delight. After three intense minutes, Howard felt Seth tense up and spurt his warm load in Howard’s mouth. He swallowed it eagerly.

Howard stood up again and looked at the hunk, now back to being as still as a statue, his erection slowly deflating. He was about to pick up the witch ball on the desk when he noticed newspaper clippings, now out of the envelope he had delivered. They were headlines from the late 1990’s about the Lexington and some kind of scandal. Rage was welling up inside him. Was Rivera writing a negative article about the Lexington?

Howard glared at the vulnerable naked journalist. “When you wake up,” he said, “you will find that you have to do everything I tell you to do. You will not be able to move except to obey my orders.”

Howard then put the witch ball back in the bag. After five seconds of confusion, Seth stared at Howard and at his nude body, wide-eyed with disbelief: “What the FUCK!!! What the hell did you do to me? What am I doing naked?”

“Don’t say anything louder than a whisper,” said Howard, concerned about the other guests.

“Are you some fucking pervert?” whispered Seth. “Why can’t I move? Why do I do what you say? I read about this shit but could not believe it!”

“You’re one hell of a sexy man, Mr. Rivera,” said Howard, ignoring him. “I could not let that opportunity pass me by. Lucky I didn’t, or you would have written that article and ruined me.”

“You think I won’t write that article now?” Rivera raged in a low voice. “Everyone will hear about what you did, you obscene pervert!”

“Shut up and give me a deep, passionate kiss, asshole.”

With a look of horror on his face, the enslaved journalist put his arms around Howard, moved his mouth over Howard’s mouth, then kissed him, his tongue slowly teasing Howard’s tongue. His embrace and his mouth were warm. Howard’s hands slid down Seth’s naked backside and he squeezed the hunk’s bare butt cheeks.

After the kiss, Seth whispered: “Get your fucking hands off me! Now I’ll never get the taste of you out of my mouth. I’ll fucking kill you for what you’re doing.”

“As you wish, but first, you will find my touch extremely arousing. So much that you will get addicted to it right away.”

Howard moved his finger over Seth waist, abs and pecs, and the journalist squirmed with delight at the touch.

“Fuck that feels good!” he whispered. Howard then started to finger the latino’s balls, then tease his soft cock. Seth could not refrain himself from moaning and twisting his body. “Oh God!” he whispered, “I’ve never felt so turned on before, this feels so great. What are you doing to me?”

Howard then abruptly stopped. Seth glared at him, but then pitifully whispered: “Don’t stop! Please continue!”

“Who’s the pervert now?” said Howard, and he slid one finger right up Seth’s latin ass. “Aahhhhhh” yelled Seth, before quieting down. He was twisting his body around the tip of Howard’s finger, clenching his butt to maximize the pleasure. By now, he was back to a full erection, which Howard grabbed in his fist.

“God! Yeah, finger my ass good,” whispered Seth, panting. Within minutes of intense pleasuring of both his ass and his cock, the aroused journalist came a second time, this time leaving a small puddle on the hardwood floor.

“I can’t believe how good that felt!” whispered Seth. “I’m still gonna kill you, but God did that feel great. Let me go now, please…”

“So soon?” asked Howard. “Surely you’re willing to reciprocate?”

“What do you mean?” whispered Seth anxiously. “Fuck no!”

“On your knees, Mr. Rivera.”

The nude reporter dropped to his knees, his face inches from Howard’s crotch.

“Now, lower my pants and boxers and release my cock, Mr. Rivera.”

“No, please,” whispered the outraged journalist, even as he was unzipping Howard’s pants. Soon, Howard’s hard-on was free.

“Now, suck my dick the same way you’d want your own dick sucked, Mr. Rivera.”

“Please… Please…” His whispers ceased when he wrapped his mouth around Howard’s cock. He then grabbed Howard’s waist firmly with his rough hands and used his mouth and tongue to stimulate Howard to the fullest.

With all the excitement, it did not take long before Howard felt it was his turn to cum.

“Now, swallow my cum, Mr Rivera,” Howard said, seconds before exploding in the latino’s mouth, who had no choice but to make sure he swallowed every last drop.

“Stand up, Mr Rivera,” said Howard as he took the witch ball out.

The journalist, humiliated, obeyed, avoiding Howard’s gaze.

“Look at the shiny ball now.”

When the Murphy’s came back from their dinner, Howard could not help but be reminded of having left things unfinished with Travis. He walked up to the family, and addressed Travis, who gave him a nice smile.

“Mr. Murphy, you dropped something outside this morning. Come with me to my office.”

“Ok, guys, I’ll be right up,” he said to his family, then followed Howard to the small office.

“What did I drop? I didn’t notice…” His eyes fell on the witch ball that Howard had just uncovered. “That’s not mine… What is it? It’s vaguely familiar somehow… I…”

Howard messed up the entranced cutie’s hair and gave him a peck on the cheek. “Oh, Travis. You’ll be mine now… Say you’re going to suck my cock tonight.”

Travis repeated, in a monotonous voice: “I’m going to suck your cock tonight.”

“Say you want me to fuck your cute innocent ass tonight.”

Travis repeated, in a monotonous voice: “I want you to fuck my cute innocent ass tonight.”

“Good, good, sounds like a plan.” Howard squeezed the boy’s butt in anticipation. “Now, at midnight tonight you will sneak out and come knock at my bedroom door.”

He then took the boy’s wallet from his pocket. “Now, when you wake up, you’ll immediately get an erection without knowing why. You’ll also realize that you have lost your wallet this morning.”

Putting the witch ball out of sight once again made the boy snap out of his trance. “Sorry,” he said, disoriented. “You were about to give me what I dropped outside.”

Howard showed him his wallet.

“My wallet! Now I remember,” said Travis excitedly. He grabbed the wallet and put it back in his pocket. “I was looking all over for…” He then stopped and started blushing. Howard’s eyes fell on the obvious bulge that had formed in the high school graduate’s pants. He turned around, and mumbled: “Thanks for the wallet. I have to go now.”

He left as quickly as he could.

Half an hour later, Seth Rivera came down, fully dressed in a nice shirt and jeans, carrying the envelope. “Thanks for bringing this envelope to my room,” he said, then gave it to Howard.

“I’ll be honest with you, I was researching the Lexington’s past to do a click-bait video about it. But as I was showering, I realized how great this place actually is. So I won’t need these anymore.”

Howard said “Thanks Mr. Rivera,” then offered his hand. The journalist shook it, but as he did so, he let out a loud moan and his eyes rolled back. He trembled excitedly. His pants stretched forward to accommodate his sudden boner.

“I’m sorry,” said Rivera as he dropped Howard’s hand, visibly humiliated. “I had a little accident. I have to go back to my room and change.”

As he hurried up the stairs, Casey and Simon came through the front door, with two girls in tow chit chatting away. As usual, only Casey acknowledged Howard’s presence with a small nod, but his attention immediately snapped back to the whiny redhead girl clinging to his arm.

About four hours later, Howard heard a discreet knock on his door. It was Travis, of course, dressed only in a pair of loose white boxerbriefs.

“Come in Travis,” said Howard. He then closed the door behind the half-naked teen.

The Lexington B&B – Ch. 3

The Lexington Bed & Breakfast (by Mafisto)

Chapter 3

[Please take the time to comment, it fuels my writing. Fantasy Casting: Caspar Oechsler as Casey Cooper, Simon Nessman as Simon Stewart, Trevor Mahon as Travis Murphy, Yoav Reuveni as Seth Rivera, Alex Lago as Andrew Lewis, unknown iStock model as Justin Parker, Patrick Dempsey as Derek Murphy]

Revised: I tweaked Travis’ behavior in this version.

Standing in Howard’s bedroom in front of the now-closed door, Travis yawned and nonchalantly pulled a handful of his disheveled hair, squinting his eyes at Howard. He recoiled slightly when he saw that Howard was wearing only gray boxerbriefs.

“Sorry sir,” he said. “I’ve no idea why I’m here.” Looking down he added: “In my boxers… Anyway, I’m going back to bed.” He turned around and grabbed the doorknob.

“Wait!” said Howard. In anticipation of Travis’ visit, he had the black satin bag in hand. “Look at this, it will remind you.” He slid the witch ball out of the bag and raised it to meet Travis’ gaze.

“Hey, I’ve seen that before,” Travis said, staring at the bewitching ball until his eyes glazed over and his jaw slackened.

Loud voices came from behind the door, followed by high-pitched snickers and frantic shushes. Howard gave Travis the ball to hold before his eyes, then moved to the door and half-opened it. The two students, Simon and Casey, staggered at the foot of the staircase, along with two giggly girls. All four were visibly very drunk.

“Sorry, sir,” loudly whispered Casey as he saw Howard. He put a finger on his mouth and shushed. “We’ll try to be quiet.”

Simon extended his hand towards Howard and barked: “Ladies, I present to you our faggy innkeeper in underwear. Just look at that big bulge! He must be sooo happy to see Casey and me.”

The girls erupted in a fit of giggles; Simon chortled and even Casey chuckled nervously. Without a word, Howard closed the door. Although he did sport a semi, it wasn’t at the sight of the drunk students, but because Travis was standing next to him almost naked. He’d make Simon pay for his rudeness later.

Standing again before Travis, he looked at the motionless boy, careful not to set his own eyes on the witch ball. He felt the downy skin of his arm, smelled the lingering cheap body spray on his neck. “What to do with you?” he muttered. The teenager’s trustingness and insouciance, combined with the current vulnerability of his exposed body and entranced mind gave him a sort of angelic quality.

As much as he wanted to defile his body, Howard could not bring himself to defile his mind with shame or guilt — he’d keep Travis mentally pure.

“You will obey everything I ask you to do,” he said musingly. “It will make perfect sense for you to do so. Anything you initially perceive as inappropriate, suspicious or repulsive, you will reinterpret as completely ordinary and acceptable. You will lose all inhibitions, taboos, shame or guilt associated with sex and you will get extremely aroused sexually at my touch. I’m your friend and you fully trust me. Repeat these instructions.”

“I will obey everything you ask me to do…” The young angel in white boxerbriefs droned on, as Howard caressed his cherubic skin. After Howard put the witch ball back in its bag, Travis stirred awake. He smiled awkwardly at Howard.

“I must have dozed off,” he said, “I’ve lost my train of thought.” He yawned. “I’m really tired, I’ll just go back to our room and let you…” He looked up and down at Howard in his boxerbriefs, “… go back to bed as well.”

“Why don’t you sleep here with me?” asked Howard, moving close to his entranced angel. He kissed the boy on the neck as he moved his hands all over his unblemished chest and back.

“That’s a great idea!” said Travis with a beaming face. He paid no attention to Howard fondling his shoulders and fingering his belly button. “We’re friends, a little sleepover will be fun. I should tell my folks though so they won’t worry.”

“They’re asleep,” said Howard, before starting to tease the student’s cherry-like nipples with his tongue. Travis gave a deep sigh and closed his eyes to enjoy the sensation. Then he snapped back to reality. “Right,” he said, “they can’t worry in their sleep, can they?” He scanned the room. “Do you have a blanket? I could sleep on that sofa.”

“No need,” said Howard, now stroking the student’s arms, feeling the bristle of his fine hair with his fingertips. “You’ll sleep with me in my bed, it’s queen-sized, lots of room.”

“That’ll be much more comfortable, thanks sir,” said Travis, quivering at Howard’s attentions. “I just wanna say, sir… I really enjoy it when you’re touching me like this. I don’t know why, but it’s turning me on. I think my cock is getting hard.”

Howard pulled the white boxers waistband forward, getting a full view of Travis’ trimmed pubes and semi-hard cock. “Yeah, it does look like it is getting hard.”

“It never happened with a man before. Weird.” He went to sit on the bed. “So, can I use this side? I’m really tired.”

Howard sat beside the horny boy. “Not right away. First, you must suck my cock.”

Travis gasped and his eyes bulged upon hearing the command. Then Howard watched with fascination as the shock faded into a smile when the boy’s mind adapted to the request.

“Sure, I can suck your dick before we go to sleep. I never sucked a cock before though. Let me take your underwear off.”

He stretched out on the bed on his belly, his head close to Howard’s crotch, then pulled down the gray boxerbriefs until the innkeeper’s hard-on sprang up. It struck the boy’s cheek, smearing it with pre-cum. The student wiped it with his finger.

“Lick it,” said Howard.

Travis licked his fingers clean. “Salty…” he said. The near-naked student, lying on his belly on the bed, started to give slow meticulous licks to the glans of Howard’s cock. The innkeeper squirmed and moaned as the boy eagerly put more and more of his cock in his heavenly mouth, zealously suckling on and slobbering over it.

Howard lay down on his side to be parallel with Travis’ body. He rested his head on his elbow right next to Travis’ butt. With his free hand, he slid Travis’ boxers, on one side then the other, gradually down his hips, until he had completely uncovered the pristine teenage butt. He proceeded to knead the cheeks, repeatedly flashing the halo of the pink anus between them. Soon after, he licked his finger and promptly used it to violate the boy’s virgin ass.

Travis paused just a moment to say: “Whatever you’re doing to my butt… that’s pure ecstasy, wow…”

For a few minutes, Howard loosened the boy’s ass with one, then two, then three wet fingers as he enjoyed Travis diligently sucking his cock with eager lips and tongue.

“Stand up,” he then suddenly ordered.

Travis slid his body off the bed, then stood next to it. His boxerbriefs had slid down his legs and he kicked them off to the side. The angelic teenager stood fully naked with a lengthy erection pointing forward.

“I’m going to suck your hard cock Travis,” said Howard lasciviously. “It will drive you wild.”

Once again, after a brief shock, Travis relaxed and said: “Sure, suck my hard cock, sir. Looking forward to it.”

Howard immediately grabbed the boy’s butt firmly with both hands and engulfed the boy’s hard on, wrapping his lips as close to the root as he could. As he frantically moved his tongue all over the silky stiffness inside his mouth. Travis gasped and started to writhe and moan. “It is driving me wild,” he said, followed by a vulgar groan. He clutched Howard’s shoulders with trembling hands.

Howard enjoyed making young Travis squirm in pleasure, the taste of each drop of salty precum a reward for his hard work.

“What the fuck is going on here?” said a loud deep voice from a few feet away.

Howard jumped backwards on the bed, freeing the boy’s cock. A middle-age man stood shirtless in pajama bottoms beside the now open bedroom door.

Travis turned and said “Hi Dad,” as he innocently brandished his erection at his father.

“Oh my god! Travis, put your clothes back on.” Mr. Murphy was trying not to look at his son’s hard-on, which was still drenched in Howard’s saliva. “I was looking for you everywhere. I thought I heard your voice through the door, it sounded like you were in pain.”

The enraged man glared at Howard: “How the hell did you get my son to have sex with you, you sick pervert? Did you threaten to harm him?”

Howard snuck a look at the black satin bag on the side table near the door, then leaped out of the bed to rush and grab it, but Nr. Murphy was faster than he was and snatched the bag first.

“What is this?” he said, shaking the bag. “Some kind of ball? I don’t understand. Tell me what’s in there, weirdo!”

“Dad, relax,” said Travis. “We were just having a sleepover. It turns out even though he’s an old guy, when he touches me he lights my whole body on fire. I’m like, so horny right now.”

Mr. Murphy looked at his son in utter disbelief. “Did you give drugs to my son?” he asked. “Is that what’s in there?”

“Don’t open the bag!” said Howard, pleadingly. “Please!”

“I’m not taking orders from you, you fucking degenerate! I want to see what’s so precious to you.” He took out the witch ball while Howard averted his eyes from it. “It’s just some kind of Christmas b…”

The father slipped into a deep trance, his hazy eyes fixated on the ball. Travis was also entranced, staring at it.

Howard sighed with relief. “I think you will take orders from me from now on,” he said to the statue-like daddy.

He had not really noticed Travis’ dad before, but in this instant, barefoot, without glasses, his fit hairy torso exposed over light blue pajama bottoms, he struck Howard as quite the DILF. He wasn’t wearing any underwear under his thin, almost see-thru pajama pants — they snuggly hugged his lower body, outlining the shape of his genitals.

To see that handsome man completely under his control, his son naked and hard right next to him, turned Howard madly on. He started to jerk off, horny as hell, then approached the frozen Derek Murphy. He fondled the dad’s genitals through the thin pajamas, traced the length of his soft dick with a finger, then cupped his hefty balls. He then moved behind the hunky dad. Wow. His butt filled the pajamas so well it was perfectly outlined, including the cleft. He hugged Travis’s dad from behind and hungrily rubbed his hard cock all over the man’s ass through the thin fabric, smearing it with pre-cum.

“So, you call me pervert and degenerate, Derek?” he whispered in the man’s ear. He took a breath of his musky and sweaty smell. The daddy felt warm in his embrace; his steady heartbeat soothed Howard.

“Let’s turn the tables, shall we? From now on, no matter what I say or do, you will find me the most noble and trustworthy person you have ever met. It will be impossible for you to see me, or anything I do, in a negative light. Your admiration for me will be boundless and you will find that everything I say makes sense. You will also be extremely attracted to me sexually.”

Howard paused. It was all the instructions he intended to give Derek. But something about the disgust he had sensed from the noble dad gnawed at him deeply. Anger suddenly filled his veins like lava, prompting him to add:

“You will also be attracted to your own son sexually. Seeing him in sexual situations will really turn you on, the more perverted the situation, the more horny you’ll get. Your sexual desires for him and me will make you feel guilty and ashamed, but you won’t be able to stop or control them.”

Howard took the ball from Derek’s hands and slipped it in the satin bag. Both father and son snapped back to consciousness.

“So Dad,” asked Travis. “Can I stay here with Howard tonight?”

Derek was looking away from the nakedness of both his son and Howard, but was giving sneaky lustful glances at either of them as discreetly as he could.

“Travis, for God’s sake, get dressed. I’m your father, I’m not supposed to see you naked like that. Let’s go back to our room. And please, sir,” he said to Howard. “I would be grateful if you put on some clothes as well. I’m married you know.”

Travis said: “Sure Dad,” and looked for his boxerbriefs on the floor.

“Wait Travis,“ said Howard. “Derek, we’re in my bedroom, between men. Being naked here is no big deal. Studies show that sleeping in the nude improves health. Unless… You’re not turned on by seeing your son or me naked, are you?”

“NO!” said Derek. “Absolutely not. All right, stay naked if you want, I guess it’s similar to being in a locker room. But you both have boners, and you were sucking my son’s cock. It makes me uncomfortable… The temptation… We have to go back to our room.”

Howard relished that Derek now only objected to the sexual activity because he was afraid of enjoying it too much.

“But,” Howard continued, “Travis wants to spend the night here, and I happen to find him very fuckable. Don’t you think Travis is fuckable?”

Derek, astonished, stared at his nude son. “Yeah, very much so… I mean, I can understand how someone could see him as fuck… that way… But I can’t let you have sex with my son. He’s only eighteen and he’s not even gay. The thought of you fucking my son… I’m rather conflicted about that…”

Derek’s cock started to rise and stretch his pajamas. He immediately moved his hands to try to hide it.

“I understand how you feel, Derek,” said Howard. “How about if you stay and watch? Parental supervision? Do you want to watch as I fuck your son’s virgin ass until I shoot my load all over him? How would it make you feel to see that?”

Derek licked his lips. “It’d make me feel…” He took a deep breath. He started to rub his chest with one hand, inserting the other in his pajamas to grab his now huge erection. “Reassured… It’d make me feel really good to see… Your hard dick… Sliding into my son’s anus… I mean, I prefer to supervise the whole thing of course instead of you doing it in secret.”

Watching the uppity dad fight against his implanted perverse and incestuous desires almost made Howard cum right there on the spot. “Sure,” he said, taking a deep breath for control. “Travis, bend over and put your hands on the bed.”

As Travis enthusiastically assumed the position, Howard walked up to Derek, who was staring at his son’s bare immaculate backside. “Maybe I shouldn’t take advantage of your son sexually like that…” he said playfully. “Do you think I should?”

“Oh god yes,” said Derek, frantically stroking himself in his pajamas. “Please fuck Travis while I watch. I’m so ashamed but I can’t control myself. It turns me on so much.”

Howard suddenly pulled down Derek’s pajamas, exposing the obscene hard-on the dad was pumping and his plump butt.

“Hey!” objected Derek. “I don’t want you or Travis to see me naked.” But he just continued to stare at Travis’ perky butt while jerking off.

Howard squeezed his butt cheek and said: “I think you like it.” He moved closer to Derek, so close he was feeling the heat of the dad’s quivering body. “Kiss me, Derek,” he said.

The DILF turned to stare at him with teary blue eyes. “I can’t, I have a wife… I’m so attracted to you… But I just can’t…” Unable to control himself any longer, he kissed Howard with a passion that took the innkeeper by surprise. His mouth tasted like whisky. In his tight embrace, their hard dicks rubbed against each other, and Derek’s hands wandered down to firmly grab Howard’s ass.

After taking his fill of the moment, Howard whispered: “Time for me to fuck your son.”

Derek simply nodded. He took a step back and started to jerk off again, his eyes returning to Travis.

Howard squatted behind Travis and parted the boy’s butt cheeks. He started licking the virgin asshole with the tip of his tongue. Travis, his arousal at the touch increased by previous suggestions, immediately started to moan and squirm in place. “My butthole,” he said, “it’s sending like, these waves of pleasure inside me, sir. It feels fantastic.”

After rimming the teenager for a minute or two, Howard went looking for lube in his night table. He had bought some Colt Slick two years ago and had never used it. He applied the lube freely around and in Travis’ butt. He then pushed his hard cock inside the young man, who twisted his hips and groaned in pain. “It hurts, sir…” Travis said.

“Make him squeal!” yelled Derek, completely overwhelmed by his perverted desires. “Oh god, son, I’m so sorry I said that.”

Howard fucked Travis for several minutes. The boy eventually stopped complaining about the pain and started to enjoy the pleasure. Apart from the physical ecstasy of sliding his cock in and out of that firm young ass, Howard reveled in the violation of this angelic body while his noble dad watched on, unable to control the depraved urgings Howard had instilled in him.

Travis came first, from the prostate stimulation, his arousal amplified by Howard’s suggestions. Howard then came all over his back, which in turn triggered Derek’s orgasm.

Howard, completely exhausted, had the Murphys’ clean up, get dressed and return to their room. They’d wake up the next day with no memory of that heavenly incestuous night.

When Howard woke up in the morning, he realized he had overslept by more than an hour. He’d have to rush the breakfasts and deliver them a bit late. As he got dressed, he noticed the half-dry puddle of Derek Smith’s cum on his bedroom floor, and the memories of the wild day before came flooding back. He could scarcely believe all that unbelievable action had occurred just within a single day, starting and ending with Travis.

As he came out of his bedroom, he caught a glimpse of the two girls Casey and Simon had brought in the night before as they crept out of the house. He did his morning round of opening all the curtains on the ground floor. He could not spot one cloud in the sky on this great Sunday. It was hot but not overwhelmingly so.

He delivered breakfasts to Justin’s and Andrew’s rooms. The Murphys had gone out — he remembered them having asked for a recommendation for Sunday brunch when they had arrived. He briefly wondered about how much damage he might have done to that family just to satisfy his urges. Then he realized he didn’t care. The level of control he had exerted on them had been such a rush! He now felt invincible.

When Howard climbed the stairs again to deliver Mr. Rivera’s breakfast, he crossed paths with a furious Cynthia rushing down. He smiled — he had suggested to Andrew yesterday to assert himself more with her. She probably didn’t like it.

He knocked on Room 5 and heard Rivera yell: “Just a minute.” The journalist opened the door a moment later wearing only a pair of jeans low on his hips and no underwear, exactly like the day before. At the sight, Howard’s lust kicked in anew for the day.

“What happened last night?” Rivera asked with annoyance as Howard placed the tray on the desk. “I couldn’t sleep for hours because of all that noise.”

Justin and Cynthia had also briefly mentioned some noise earlier. Howard wondered if his antics with the Murphys had been so loud that the other guests had heard them from the upper floor.

“Some guests told me about that,” he said, “but I have no idea where the noise came from.”

“Oh I know where it came from,” said the journalist. “It came from next door. The boys in Room 4 were having very loud sex.”

Heat suddenly flushed through Howard’s body. This wasn’t some seedy motel, it was a bed and breakfast. Those rooms were not meant for extra overnight guests.

“I apologize,” he said, curtly. “I’ll take care of it.”

For some reason, the anger seemed to amplify his horniness and he found himself admiring the sexiness naturally oozing from Rivera’s lithe muscles. Howard was curious about how long the post-hypnotic suggestions he had given the journalist yesterday would last. He had made him forget the events, but the instructions to do exactly as he asked and to be extremely sensitive to his touch could still linger there.

“It’s such a nice day out,” he said as casually as he could. “You’ll want to take off those jeans and put on shorts.”

“Oh, I just put those to answer the door,” Rivera said. But he immediately started to unbutton and unzip his jeans, then let them slide down his bare legs, exposing himself to Howard in full frontal nudity.

“Whoa!” he said, blushing. “I certainly wasted no time in following your advice. Sorry.” Completely humiliated, he walked over to the bed to hunt for some shorts in his suitcase while Howard took in the sight of his fit bare backside.

“Could you sign the bill right now?” said Howard impatiently. “Wait for me to be gone before getting dressed, please. I’m in a hurry this morning.”

“Right,” Rivera said, dropping the clothes in his hands on the bed. He was forced to walk up to Howard still completely naked, his soft dick and thick ball sack bouncing freely.

After he signed, Howard said “Thanks!” and offered him his hand. As Rivera shook it, he started to contort, squirm and moan with pleasure. “Oooohhh shit,” he said, as he sprung an instant boner. “I don’t know what’s going on with me.”

“That’s a bit inappropriate,” said Howard with mock indignation, pointing to his hard-on. “Please turn around.”

Rivera pivoted on one leg and Howard started to massage his shoulders. “You seem tense,” he said. Under his touch, the journalist almost melted — he writhed and groaned. “Oooh God, this is so fucking great. I’m so turned on right now. Please don’t stop…”

Howard cruelly took his hands off Rivera’s body. “I’m not a masseur, Mr. Rivera, but I can give you the phone numbers of a few excellent ones in the area. Some can even take care of that,” he added, stroking the length of Rivera’s erection with the tip of his finger, “for you.”

The contact was enough to make Rivera convulse frenetically and yell: “Fuck, I’m coming”. Thick white cum spurted from his cock and all over his breakfast.

“Make sure you eat all that,” said Howard pointing to the spunk-covered food as Rivera panted, his nude body gleaming in sweat. “Most important meal of the day.”

An hour later, Mr. Rivera left the Lexington, unable to look Howard in the eyes. Howard decided to check on Andrew and Justin, who were outside by the pool. He brought them a tray with some lemonade and eggs sandwiches.

The sun shone bright and rather hot. Justin, barefoot in a blue-gray T-shirt and khaki shorts, was reading, pen in hand, and didn’t even look up. Andrew, wearing a thick black swimsuit with a white waistband, was pacing around the pool, as if deciding whether or not to go in. Howard placed the tray on one of the wrought iron patio tables.

“Great!” Andrew said when he saw the food. He poured himself a glass of lemonade and picked up one of the sandwiches. “I was starting to get hungry.”

“You’re not at the beach on this beautiful day?” asked Howard, trying to stare at his eyes and not at his firm, fuzzy, chest.

“Nah,” the blue-eyed beauty said, “she’s at the beach. I’m kinda hiding here… We had a fight.”

“She seems quite bossy,” said Howard. “If you don’t mind my saying so.”

“She is,” he said, empathically. “You were right when you told me I should assert myself more.”

Howard nodded knowingly.

Andrew finished his sandwich. “Hey,” he said, “we didn’t take pictures of the backyard and the pool. Wanna take some now?”

The eagerness in his voice puzzled Howard. Was he just trying to pass the time or were yesterday’s instructions still lingering in his mind like the ones in Seth Rivera’s?

“Sure,” said Howard, taking out his phone. “Why don’t you stand at the corner of the pool there and take a sexy pose?”

“Right away boss,” said Andrew. He posed at an angle, one hand behind his head, elbow high, tensing his muscles to put his defined chest fully on display. After Howard took the picture, Andrew lowered his swimsuit down his hips, fully revealing his chiseled v-abs and the fringe of his pubes.

Justin looked up, narrowed his eyes and frowned, then returned to his book.

Howard was pleased. Like Rivera earlier, Andrew was following yesterday’s implanted instructions, in his case to pose for Howard without inhibitions. He took a few pictures in various poses — after each one, Andrew lowered his suit a little more, until half his ass crack was visible in the back, and his full pubes and the root of his dick were visible in the front.

Justin looked up again. He stared in disbelief at Andrew’s crotch. Howard saw why — Andrew was rapidly getting an erection in his swimsuit.

“Sorry guys,” said Justin, “but this is getting indecent. I’m trying to study here.”

Andrew shook his head in annoyance but didn’t say anything.

“Of course,” said Howard, to defuse the situation. “We want the pictures to be edgy, but not indecent. I apologize Mr. Parker, you can go back to THE LAW.”

“Thanks,” said Justin as he pulled his T-shirt off and sat back on his chair, shirtless and eyes back on his book.

Howard smiled. So Justin was still obeying his triggers too.

“So, Mr. Parker,” asked Howard mischievously, “not too tired of THE LAW by now?”

Justin lay his book face down on his chair and stood up. “A little, yes,” he said, as he unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts. “But I really want to be a lawyer, so I can’t avoid it.” He let his shorts drop to his feet and stepped out of them.

Andrew stared at the law student, who stood there in tight white Clavin Klein briefs that clearly outlined the package within, and snorted.

“What?” snapped Justin. “Oh… I’ve no idea why I just did that,” he said, his face rapidly flushing. “God, this is so embarrassing.” He was fidgeting in place, incapable of the simple act of hiding himself or putting his shorts back on.

“A little distraction is all you need,” said Howard, devilishly. “I’m sure your left thumb is DELICIOUS.”

Justin licked his thumb lustily, then started to suck on it. He was getting visibly aroused.

“What the hell is wrong with this guy?” said Andrew, giggling. “Not a minute ago, he thought what we were doing indecent.”

“Do you think what we were doing was indecent, Andrew?” asked Howard with a smirk.

“Just a little,” the lithe raven-haired hottie said with a wide grin. “Not enough.”

“Let me take a video of you diving in the pool, then coming out at the other end and lying down on your towel.”

“Sure thing boss,” said Andrew. He slowly walked toward the pool, his shorts inching downwards as he walked. He dove in, but his swim suit slid out of his legs and floated to the top of the pool. He emerged on the other side, completely nude, and walked to his towel, his backside fully on display. He lay down on his towel on his belly, bare butt perched up. He turned his head towards Howard and asked: “Is that ok, boss?”

Howard, who had filmed the whole thing, put the camera on the table to be able to rub himself through his jeans. His boxers were drenched in pre-cum. He walked up to Andrew and sat on a chair next to him, admiring the sexy lean man’s shapely backside. Andrew smiled and said: “I think I’m turning you on, boss. I like that.”

Howard took off his T-shirt and lowered his jeans and boxers. He jerked off openly, alternating between watching Andrew’s nude backside and watching Justin in his tented tighty-whities suckling on his thumb.

“Justin,” he eventually said. “It’s time to forget about THE LAW for a moment. You see, my cock is DELICIOUS.”

The law student, who a moment ago was offended at public displays of a sexual nature, slid his underwear down his strong legs, freeing his long erection, and ran up to Howard. He knelt before the innkeeper and hungrily put his cock in his mouth, sucking on it as he jerked himself off. Howard guided his head to the proper rhythm.

Later, Howard said to Andrew: “I’d like to take some pictures of Justin eating your ass, it would be so sexy.”

Andrew frowned. “I’d much prefer for you to eat my ass instead of that random guy. But if it turns you on…”

Howard, who was getting frightfully close to an orgasm, hurriedly said: “Justin, Andrew’s ass is DELICIOUS.”

Justin immediately released Howard’s cock and went to kneel behind Andrew. Without any hesitation, he parted his buns and dug in with his mouth and tongue, slobbering all over the anus of that complete stranger. Andrew was squirming from the attention, giving deep sighs.

Howard took his clothes fully off and moved behind Justin. He lifted the law student’s butt and spread his butt cheeks in turn. He rimmed his ass for a minute or two as the law student’s was rimming Andrew’s. He then fingered him, with one, then two fingers.

“Don’t” he suddenly heard Justin say, firmly, before going back to licking Andrew’s asshole.

“Don’t what?” asked Howard.

Justin found the willpower to stop himself again long enough to firmly say: “Don’t fuck me or I’m gonna kill you!”

Howard ignored him. He slowly penetrated the law student’s ass with his erect cock, making him squeal in pain.

It was then that he saw Simon watching in horror at the scene from his bedroom window.