Johnny Seed Chapter 01 - Hit the Road

There were several roads out of town, other more trafficked roads, but

Johnny picked the one closest to the direction he wanted to travel as

he walked along it occasionally turning back at the sound of an engine

causing his thick, shaggy hair to sway about his head as he turned

slightly each time with his thumb out.  A rucksack on his back with a

spare change of clothes and a few essentials, a new pair of shoes on

his feet, old jeans with a few holes that clung to his body when he

moved, a shirt with the sleeves and sides cut out, bare shoulders and

a tease of flesh from the side, a hint of muscle could be seen.  He

walked along under the shade of trees trying to not think too much

about what he was doing.  He was afraid of what he might find yet he

didn’t want to stay.  The worst case scenario he had created in his

imagination was that in a day or two he’d catch a bus back home where

he’d find a summer job and go to college in a few months as his mother

had planned for him.

Cars passed by traveling at fifty or sixty miles per hour with no

signs of slowing for him, a few honked their horns as if to signal to

him that he shouldn’t be there, that he was foolish.  After all

picking up hitchhikers had gone out of style some twenty or thirty

years previous, no one had the time, no one had the trust anymore to

stop for someone on the road.  He had walked for hours, and though he

felt capable of walking for more the fact that not even one person had

slowed down to ask where he was going was disheartening.  And he

remembered the feeling of being in a car, of driving along these same

roads, just zip by at sixty miles per hour and he could be in the next

town thirty miles away in just twenty or thirty minutes, but as he

walked along he realized just how far away those places were.  A mile,

thirty miles, if he averaged three miles per hour, that would be ten

hours.  He shook off the thought and looked back once again at the

sound of a car speeding up from behind.  He forced a smile on his

face, turned to it, and stuck out his thumb.  He was surprised when he

saw it begin to slow and a turn signal indicating the driver was

pulling over.  He noted it was a man, a middle aged man, in the

driver’s seat, who pulled to the side of the road slightly ahead of

him and he broke into a jog to the passenger side window.  The man

lowered the powered window.

“Hey what are you doing out here?  Are you broke down?”

Johnny bent down and looked into the car.  The passenger seat was

littered with paperwork.  He recognized a coffee cup from the town’s

gas station in a holder.  The man was middle aged but fit, dressed in

a button down shirt and slacks, a gold watch on his wrist and a

wedding band on his finger.

“Something like that,” Johnny replied, “I’m trying to get out of town.”

“Are the cops after you?”

“What?  No, nothing like that, I’m on kind of a summer adventure,” he replied.

“Nobody hitchhikes anymore,” the man said.

“Can I get a ride?”

“Where are you going?”

“Anywhere but here.”

“I’m going up into New York.  Do you want to ride with me for a while?”

“Yeah,” Johnny said.

The man unlocked the passenger side door with a push of the button and

Johnny opened it.  He took off his pack and stuck it between his legs

as he sat.  The man stuck out his hand and said, “my name’s Greg” so

Johnny shook his hand and told him his name.  They smiled at each

other and the man quickly pulled back out onto the road, pressed on

the gas to get them back up to traveling speed.  Johnny heard the

familiar sounds of classic rock playing from the speakers and the man

turned up the volume.  They drove in otherwise silence for thirty

minutes, this road then that road until he spotted the familiar

neighboring town.  Johnny saw the signs and for a moment he thought to

ask the man to pull over and let him out.  It wouldn’t be easy to get

back home, he’d have to call his mother, maybe call his father, a

friend, and beg them to bring him home.  Someone would take pity on

him.  And yet the man kept driving and Johnny didn’t say anything.

They quickly passed the town and it was gone.

No more familiarity.  Each mile now it was less likely someone would

drive out an get him and he remembered the idea of getting a bus

ticket, yes, a bus ticket would get him back home, he told himself.

It was a little comfort to know, just a little day adventure, maybe a

night of rough sleeping, but he could get back home with the money in

his pocket, the money hidden in his boot, maybe even spend the money

in his pack and he’d get back home flat broke.  Johnny felt a pain in

his stomach but dismissed it as he looked to the man who showed no

emotion as he drove.

This was the beginning of an adventure and an hour later they were in

New York.  Somehow they had fallen into making small talk, the silence

had become unbearable and one of them just started talking, nothing in

particular.  The man didn’t ask why he was leaving, didn’t ask where

he was going, just idle chit chat, that is until the man pulled off

into a town.  Johnny felt something change.  It was over.  The ride

was over, just like that he was in a new state, in a new town.  The

man had gotten close to where he was wanting to go.  And Johnny, well

he was somewhere else but he wasn’t really anywhere, no he was now

completely on his own.  The man pulled into a fast food chain

restaurant parking lot and parked.

“Do you want my advice?” Greg forced into the silence.  “Go in and get

something to eat.  Whatever you want and think about what you want to

do next.  It’s not too late to call home.  It’s never too late to call

home.  You have to know someone who can pick you up.  Just go in and

get something, maybe something familiar, and think about what you’re

giving up.  And know that unless I’m wrong, you don’t have all the

money in the world.  Its tough out here for a boy like you.  I know

it.  Boys like you get chewed up and spit out if you’re lucky.  If

you’re not you’ll get swallowed and shit out like everyone else.”

Johnny felt the reality of the man’s words as he sat there in the

stranger’s car and yet he felt compelled to do the opposite.  He

thanked the man and pushed open the door, climbed out and put his bag

over one shoulder.  He looked down inside to the man who said, “think

about it” then he thanked him again and closed the door.  He stepped

back, watched the man pull out and drive away.  He looked around at

the unfamiliar town, then he looked to the restaurant, something

artificially familiar.  He shook off the thoughts and fears of the man

and walked the twenty feet to the door, just a quick bite and then I’m

on the road, he told himself.

Chapter 01: https://brieflytoldstories.blogspot.com/2018/09/johnny-seed-chapter-01-hit-road.html

Chapter 02: https://brieflytoldstories.blogspot.com/2018/09/johnny-seed-ch-02-smell.html

Chapter 03: https://brieflytoldstories.blogspot.com/2018/09/johnny-seed-ch-03-bf.html

Chapter 04: https://brieflytoldstories.blogspot.com/2018/09/johnny-seed-ch-04-savior.html

Sparrow Ch 01 - Bottle Nose

Perched upon the grotesque of the Bannister Bank high above the city

Sparrow felt as if he made an imposing, threatening sight if anyone

saw him, but they didn’t.  They were all down there.  The feeling was

only for himself.  And he needed that feeling on a night like this

when his boss, his mentor, The Champion of Wattsburgh City, real name

Brad Wattson, was out of town on urgent League business. That’s how

this responsibility had fallen to him, urgent business, and he had to

give up his ordinary life to watch over the city, stop the bad guys

the cops couldn’t handle.

Just hours before he had been Luke Harden, a mild mannered college

student eating pizza after a 5 hour long study session in the library

with his friends, making his moves on his girlfriend to get her to

come back to his place when it all got interrupted by a notification

on his cell phone.  He pulled it from his pocket and for a moment he

thought about not answering but he knew the consequences if he didn’t.

He took the call and walked away from the table.  It was Brad telling

him he had to leave immediately and that he would be protecting the

city.  Well not him, but the Sparrow, the hero they had invented

together.  And it was done.  He went back to the table and invented an

excuse about his Uncle being sick and how he had to rush out to take

him some chicken soup or something, canceled plans with his

girlfriend, and he stormed out.

A quick drive to his apartment, open the secret compartment in the

back of his closet, costume and utility belt.  He snuck up to the roof

of his building, changed and hid his street clothes in a shadow, and

he was someone else.  The costume felt ridiculous, skin tight for the

most part, boots, gloves, a mask that covered his eyes, and the cape.

He had asked The Champion about why he had to dress that way several

times and the man always had an answer, the same answer, put fear into

the hearts of the criminals, but it never felt like that.  Though the

costume did have its benefits, skin tight meant he could be acrobatic

and there was little for the enemy to grab.  The cape made it easier

for him to hide in the darkness and it camouflaged his figure, made

his body a difficult target to hit.

He yawned into his hand, stretched his muscles as he listened to the

police band radio receiver in his ear.  Domestic disputes, vandalism,

and bar room brawls, none of those were the things he was supposed to

interfere with.  No he was supposed to take the difficult things, bank

robberies, hostage scenarios, anything where he could operate from the

shadows.  It was so boring he thought for a moment to go see what his

friends were up to, maybe even check on his girlfriend and make sure

she wasn’t with another guy.  He was about to give up and call it a

night, find something to occupy his time, when he got an alert of a

silent alarm at a Wattson Industries warehouse.

Those didn’t go directly to the police, Brad had those sent directly

to whoever was on duty.  Usually it was the man himself but in this

case Sparrow.  He pulled his grappling hook gun from his belt and

aimed it down at the edge of the building, once it was secured he

swung down, then lowered himself to the alleyway where he had parked

his personally issued, fully customized motorcycle.  He pulled the helmet from its special compartment and put it on his head before climbing onto it and

engaging the engine.  It roared to life.

“Time to go play guard dog,” he said under his breath.

Ten minutes later he was there, he spotted the broken gate and the van out

front immediately so he parked around back where no one could see,

then pulled himself onto the roof with another use of his grappling

gun.  He walked across the asphalt to look down on the van.  He

spotted one man inside it, the driver.  There could be anywhere from

one to five or more people inside, he reasoned.  I like those odds, he

said to himself with a smirk.

Inside the five henchmen and their boss Bottle Nose moved through the

building unaware that they had tripped an alarm, unaware of the

Sparrow on the roof.  They were searching for one thing in particular,

one crate.  They made their way up and down the aisles constantly

looking at their hands where they had written the number.

“615598,” one of them muttered to himself.

“Is that an 8 or a 3?” another asked.

“An 8, an 8,” Bottle Nose barked, “why is good help so hard to find?”

“It’d be a lot easier if we knew where to find it,” one of them said back.

Bottle Nose gave him an eye that meant if he were any closer he’d be

wrapped on the shin with the man’s cane.  But he shook of the notion

and continued to hobble along until he spotted the manager’s office.

“Boys over here, come break this window,” he ordered.

Two of his nearby goons jumped at the chance to break something.  The

first took a swing and punched it but only hurt his hand.  The second

picked up a metal pipe from the nearby stack and took a swing.  Crash,

glass fell to the floor in little bits.  The man grinned at what he

had just done.  The man who had punched it and failed cradled his hand

and looked to Bottle Nose.

“Well, what are you waiting for, climb in there.”

Both men began to climb inside, the first slipped on some papers and

fell.  The second climbed onto a desk, belly against wood he reached

out for something and fell to the ground.  A third goon who had come

to help laughed at them both.  This time the man was close enough for

Bottle Nose to wrap with his cane and the man cried out in pain

causing him to fall silent.

“What are you waiting for?  Get in there and help them.”

The third goon climbed inside and for a moment he stood there in

triumph until something hard and silent hit him in the head and

dropped him like a ton of bricks.  The first two thought for a moment

that he had slipped and they broke into laughter until they were both

hit by the same weapon.  Bottle Nose watched his men fall and he

perked up because he knew this was his worst danger.  The Sparrow

swung down and nailed him in the back with both feet sending him

flying into one of the crates.  He hit with a thud that caused the

wood to creak from impact but not break.  Bottle Nose swung out with

his cane blindly half expecting to connect with someone but didn’t.

He looked around, swung again in frustration.

“Boys, are you still there?”

“Still here boss,” the last two henchmen who had entered with him said

in unison.

“Well, help me out, let’s get out of this place,” he grunted before

running for the gate where they had entered.  The two henchmen

followed behind him looking this way and that to try and see someone.

Bottle Nose made it to the van but found the sliding door was closed

so he looked in through the passenger window to see the driver

unconscious.  He heard two more thuds and he knew that his two goons

had been knocked out so he pulled the handle of his cane out revealing

a three inch blade.  Now in two pieces he readied himself for combat

ready to swing with one half and stab with the other.  He caught a

glimpse of movement out of the corner of his eye but it was too late,

those same feet that had kicked him in the back had made contact with

his chest and sent him flying back into the passenger door.  He hit so

hard it knocked the wind out of him and he fell to his butt gasping

for air.

This is it, this is how it ends, he thought to himself.  The Champion

has caught me before and he always took me to prison so it won’t be so

bad at least there he can make some new plan, learn about some new

scheme.  Tears of pain filled his eyes as he caught his breath and he

was about to surrender when he heard two boots land in front of him,

two lightweight boots.  He looked up to see the Sparrow there in front

of him and he looked around for more movement.  This wasn’t like the

Champion.  The Champion mostly operated from the shadows.  He saw the

amused smirk on the young man’s face and he laughed a little to

himself.

“Is it just you wonder boy?”

“Just me,” Sparrow replied.

“Daddy let you stay out this late?  No curfew for baby bird?”

“Look here Bottle Nose, I just took out six of your men and you’re on

your fat ass winded and defeated so I’d say I’m more than enough to

handle the likes of you.”

“Hmm, maybe so boy, maybe so,” Bottle Nose replied.

“Are you going to give up?”

“Yes, yes, just turn me over to the police.”

“Drop the blade and I will.”

Bottle Nose looked down to his knife that was still in his hand.  He

set it on the ground beside him then slid it away, then he looked up

to Sparrow who had barely moved but instead stood there with his arms

crossed.  He made an imposing figure in his little costume, he

thought, imposing but not dangerous.  No, he was just standing there

waiting.  He took note of the young man’s stature, his squared

shoulders, his narrow waist, muscled thighs, and the way his feet were

flat on the ground.  He had won, or at least thought he had won.

Maybe there was a way out of this yet.

He shifted and groaned to try and get up and for a moment he thought

he saw Sparrow move but he was being cautious.  Bottle Nose turned

back and forth until he could get his hands out and one knee under

himself, then he pushed up onto it and onto the second part of his

cane which gave a little on him and scraped across the asphalt a

little before sticking into it.  Finally he got his weight

distribution right and was able to get up to both feet though still

bent over on that little bit of cane.  It wasn’t enough to support

him, at least that’s what he wanted the hero to think, and he reached

out for the van and leaned onto it.  He half stood and gasped for

breath.

“And the Champ isn’t in the shadows?” he said between puffs.

“Not tonight, so that means if you fuck around with me I’ll smash you

good, then I’ll take you downtown.”

“Downtown?  You mean you haven’t called the cops?”

“Not yet,” Sparrow replied.

“Well,” Bottle Nose grunted, “that’ll make it easier.”

He reached his free hand for his pocket and Sparrow was on him in an

instant, grabbed hold of his wrist and pulled his arm up, looked into

the man’s hand only to see a pocket watch.  Bottle Nose opened it.

“What’s that for?”

“To distract you,” he answered.

And Sparrow saw it too late, Bottle Nose pressed a button on the other

part of his cane and gas shot out, gas that he aimed right into the

young hero’s face.  Sulfur and something else went so deep into his

nostrils he could taste it and feel it in his throat.  His eyes

watered and he looked to Bottle Nose’s face, a wicked grin with one

tooth missing, coal black eyes stared back at him.  Then there was

darkness.

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Hard Sell Pt 6 - Special Delivery

After Mark’s adventure with Greg at the abandoned airport, the return to work, driving naked while the other man jerked his dick was a thrill that ended too quickly.  He pulled behind what felt like the last building possible before getting to the dealership as Greg cleaned the head of his sensitive dick with his briefs, and parked the car.  He looked to the man who smirked back at him before putting his underwear in the glove compartment.

“I guess I’m going commando,” Mark said.

“I’ll behave myself when we get back,” Greg said, “besides you’re looking pretty drained right now.  Do you wish we had gone to lunch?”

“Not a chance, I’ll just get something from the vending machine.”

Mark dressed quickly then drove back to the dealership.  Greg was prepared to buy the car with a sizable down payment and loan from a bank, then made arrangements to pick up the car in two days, with his “son”, and it was completely professional.  In face Mark was surprised just how little he thought about sex, any little urge was defeated by the feeling of his nearly raw penis.  He walked Greg back to his own car that he had come in and saw him off before going back to his desk and rummaging around for snacks.  He found a pack of crackers and a bottle of water that he devoured in seconds.  He was about to look through his contacts when he got a text message so he checked his phone.  It was Oliver.

[Did you have fun?]

[Yes, it was very fun.  We did things... I’m exhausted and I still have a couple hours of work to get through.]

[Well don’t work too hard, but I arranged for a little treat this evening for you at your apartment.  A special delivery.  Make sure you clean up. Thoroughly. We’ll get together soon.]

What was this man doing to him?  He had wanted to live out his fantasies but not like this, well he never expected it would all happen so quickly.  He was drained and the idea of hooking up with someone else that evening, right at that moment seemed impossible.  He self-consciously shifted his penis in his pants and felt the way it hit the little parts of sewn fabric.  He wouldn’t be ready.  Could he?

But he was broken from his thoughts when Cody appeared at his desk and partially sat on the edge with one cheek.  He smiled at Mark who rolled his eyes in return.  He was about to ask what the man wanted but Cody spoke first.

“I heard you made a sell,” he said, “good for you, now you’re only a two behind me.  I’d say good luck but I don’t really mean it.”

“Hey, I might just catch up with you.”

“Oh yeah, want to make a bet?”

Mark’s anger sunk at that moment and his stomach tightened.  He wanted to make a bet but he also didn’t want to lose to the man.  He shook his head.

“Your loss,” Cody said before tapping on his desk and walking away.

Mark looked back to his monitor and returned back to his work.  He made a shortlist of potential customers, some as far back as five years ago who had bought a car from him or from the dealership.  On a normal day he could have thought up two or three pitches and made a couple of cold calls but the way he was feeling he decided to kill time getting coffee, making small talk, and watching the lot for new arrivals the rest of the day until it was five minutes to leave and he gathered his things and headed to the receptionist desk where he found one of the other salesmen chatting and trying to look down the woman’s top.  He interjected himself into the conversation and made small talk until it was time to punch out which he did easily then headed to his car. 

As soon as he sat in the driver’s seat he thought about Oliver’s message.  What did he mean by special delivery?  Another encounter?  His dick started to get hard at just the thought of it.  Maybe I am ready to go again, he thought.  He started to drive home but his thoughts were about everything he had done since yesterday and he almost missed his turn to pick up supper from his favorite restaurant.  He made the turn at the last minute and was lucky his reflexes were still good because he almost caused an accident. 

When he pulled into a parking spot he felt his dick soften and realized he had been leaking ejaculate so he checked the front of his pants for a wet spot but luckily he couldn’t find one.  He went in to order food for himself but after thinking about it he decided to order enough for two people.  Hopefully food for two would be enough, he thought, at least that was his expectation.  He killed time waiting by thinking of what could possibly be delivered and he hoped it wasn’t a pizza.  By the time his name was called out to pick up the food he had to check again to make sure his dick couldn’t be seen and that there wasn’t a wet spot on his pants.  There wasn’t.  He got his food, paid, and walked back to his car with a renewed sense of urgency hoping he wouldn’t be late back to his apartment.  He made it in record time back to his home, set the food on the coffee table, and was about to start eating when he got another text message from Oliver.

[Greg said he had a good time.  He told me a little about what happened.  He said you’re a fast driver.]

Mark laughed to himself about the joke before replying.

[When is this special delivery and what is it?  I hope it’s not food because I was so hungry I already got something.]

[Not food, but I’m not going to ruin the surprise.  I hope you like it.]

Mark rolled his eyes at the response and picked up the remote for his television.  Two hours later he was comfortable, one hand down the front of his pants slightly teasing his own dick, the other slowly clicking through channels, he was broken from his zombie state by a knock on his door.  “This is it,” he said to himself, as he turned off the TV, dropped the remote, and got to his feet.  He moved to his front door, checked the peep hole and saw a young man patiently waiting outside with something flat leaning against his thigh.  He opened the door to find the person grinning back at him.  He was in his early twenties, dressed in a polo shirt and khaki pants, a massage table against his thigh and a black bag over his shoulder.  He had blonde, spiked hair, and a veiny, muscled neck that made Mark give a second look to his arms.  He gulped when he realized the man’s muscles had muscles.

“Hello, are you Mark?”

“That’s right.”

“Hi, I’m Brad.  I was sent by Oliver for a personal massage.  He said you’d need it after the day you had.  Can I come inside?”

Mark invited him inside, closed the door behind him, and told him to set up in the living room wherever there was space.  Brad carried the table into the room and quickly moved the coffee table out of the way to make space before setting up the table.  He dropped his black bag on the table next to the table and looked to Mark who came back into the room with two beers.  He gave one to Brad who accepted it easily and shrugged his shoulders and motioned to the table.

“Um, I guess I should get a towel or something,” Mark replied.

“Why bother?  We’re both men.  This is a private massage in your apartment so, you know, you could be naked for all I care.”

They grinned and giggled about the idea like two mischievous pranksters for a moment as they drank from their beer.  Mark shook his head a little to clear the cobwebs before shaking off any worries he had about what was going to happen.  He downed half of his beer before setting it down, then stripping off his clothes.  Brad chuckled when he dropped his pants to reveal he wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“Um, I usually, I mean...”

Did he really want to explain to this young man how he lost his briefs?  He bit his lip and stopped himself as he took off his shirt, undershirt, and socks.  Completely naked he stood before him and sucked in his gut. 

“Did you get cleaned up?” Brad asked.

“No, should I?”

“Go get a quick shower, but you know, clean thoroughly,” he said.

“Oh, right, I kind of forgot,” Mark replied, “just uh, I’ll be right back.”

He turned and walked out of the room to the bathroom.  He didn’t like the idea of leaving a stranger in his living room alone but he thought of Oliver and the trust he had in the man to send someone he could trust.  Fuck it, he thought before turning on the shower.  He stepped inside and just the feel of water against his skin made him relax a little so he soaped up and cleaned himself.

Ten minutes later, still naked but dried off he emerged from the bathroom feeling ready and comfortable for whatever was about to happen.  He walked back to the living room where he found the lights had been dimmed and several candles had been lit giving his apartment an unfamiliar romantic feeling.  Brad was relaxed on the couch with his phone in his hands, a smile on his face he finished a text message, sent it, then looked to Mark who took a deep breath and tensed his shoulders before he moved to the table and laid himself on it with his face in a head rest with a hole in it so he could be completely comfortable.  Comfortable and completely naked, completely vulnerable he listened as Brad opened his black bag.

“Um, before we start, just what did Oliver order for me?” he asked.

“Well, I’ll be massaging your muscles, all of your muscles.  I’ve got some oils, some scented candles, and this.”

He held a thin, small dildo down in front of Mark.

“That’s not so bad,” he replied.

“And this,” Brad said before holding out a different, longer, thicker, and more realistic dildo.

“Well, that might be a little more difficult.”

“That’s just the medium,” Brad replied before smacking him on the bare ass, “but we’ll work up to the others if you’re comfortable doing it.  It’s not like we have to get through the whole bag tonight.”

“Oh,” Mark said.  “There’s more?”

“Do you still want to do this?”

“Yeah, but let’s go slow and take it easy on me.”

“No problem,” Brad replied, “let’s get you relaxed first.”

Brad squirted some oil on his back, set the bottle down, then touched him where the oil had pooled.  Mark felt the other man’s strong fingers press into his skin and slowly work out over his back into his muscles.  For just a moment he tried to hold onto any thought, any feeling, of control before the man’s touch made him forget about such a thing.  He worked into his skin, into his muscles, from his mid-back to his shoulders then back down his spine to lower back.  The man was in no hurry as he felt up along Mark’s side to his shoulders again then down his arms one at a time.  He moved around the table with ease, never letting his fingers leave Mark’s body.  His arms, his back, his shoulders felt like putty as he felt the man move lower to his buttocks, a cheek in each hand he pulled and pushed at his flesh until he had them soft and malleable.  He squirted more oil on Mark’s thighs, pressed his thumb into the soft flesh, then the rest of his fingers.  He worked the sensitive areas carefully down to the backs of his knees, then it was his calf muscles, his ankles.  His feet were last and for a moment Mark thought about telling him to stop as he was ticklish but he was so relaxed he could barely gather enough breath to speak and was pleasantly surprised when the man touched the bottoms of his feet with a caress that made him forget about any kind of concerns he had. 

The man worked back up his body slowly and sensually until he got to his butt again and he pulled his cheeks apart, more oil, no lubricant, Mark realized, as the man worked the flesh around his hole first before a finger got to it, slowly, gently, he worked a finger inside.  More lubricant and the man pushed inside slowly.  Mark tightened for a moment as he caught his breath.  Brad told him to relax and exhale so he did, told him to just focus on his breathing.  Mark closed his eyes and took a deep breath then released it as he felt the finger undoing that knot of unconscious stress.  He often forgot just how tense he could get there but the man was opening him up and the rest of his body released its tension as well, the muscles of his stomach, the little muscles in the rest of his body all began to give up.  He felt Brad push inside deeper, thicker, more fingers, until his hole was well lubricated and then he picked up the small dildo and pushed inside with it.  Mark felt his dick harden and press up against his belly so he shifted a little to let it expand and not bend the wrong direction.  Brad kept at him, more lubricant, the dildo began to vibrate.  He didn’t expect that but the feeling was amazing.

The vibrations went through his entire body, across his skin and inside him simultaneously.  The first setting, Brad manipulated his hole into surrender as he worked up the settings as Mark’s own dick felt like a rock under him, a rock that was leaking.  He thought of the man doing this, his muscles and handsome face.  There was something completely professional about him, something kind and honest.  Maybe that was the most relaxing thing of all.  He sighed and let the man continue to work, barely noticing when the man pulled the small vibrator out only to replace it with something else.  His dick was still hard but it was odd to not hear and feel the vibration, but the man pushed inside slowly again and he relaxed himself to take it.

“We’re on the next size up,” Brad said.

Slowly he worked deep inside Mark who felt the intruder open new parts of him.  It was almost a tickling sensation but inside, internally, a place he had been told nothing should ever be and yet it was there and he was feeling it, and the feeling was intense and amazing.  His hole felt so big and it was the focus of his brain as the rest of his body still felt relaxed.  He felt like he was being split in two and put back together again at the same time as he felt the dildo slip inside.  It wasn’t long before he felt Brad pulling it back out.

“Wait,” Mark forced from his throat.

But it was gone and Brad gave a slight chuckle before playfully slapping him on the ass and reaching into his bag for something else, something bigger.  Bigger than that?  Mark swallowed and tried to crane his neck to see.

“Do you want to see it?”

“Yes,” Mark answered.

Brad held the dildo in front of his face.  It was so thick, nearly as thick as a pop can, and the head, the head looked kind of silly, and it was so long it drooped in this funny kind of way.  Mark tightened his jaw at the sight of it.

“I’m going to stick this in your ass,” Brad said, “but don’t worry I’m a professional and I think you can take it.  Did you love the last one?”

“Yes,” Mark said.

Brad spanked him playfully.

“Yes sir,” Mark said.

“Good boy, now just relax and let me take care of you.”

Brad returned to his place behind him, slowly lubricated the dildo as he put his fingers back between Mark’s cheeks.  He put the head to his hole and for a moment Mark thought it would be impossible to get it inside but then he felt his hole, his body, expand in a way he didn’t think possible to something larger than he thought he could ever take.  It still wasn’t as big as the ones he saw in videos online but still it was bigger than he had ever thought possible for himself.  And that knot, the knot he thought was gone, it was completely loose and it felt like it fell apart.  There was only the sensation of the dildo slowly entering him and nothing else.  He closed his eyes as he felt it, his hole stretched and it was inside, deep and full.  Brad slowly pushed until he didn’t think he could take anymore then he pushed some more before slowly pulling it out, a moan escaped Mark’s lips as he shuddered and bucked from the sensation.  His own dick, his much smaller dick, felt red hot and solid so he was surprised when the man pulled it down between his thighs and began to play with it and his balls at the same time.

Instinctively he raised up his hips and the man continued to tease him until the big dildo was deep inside and his balls were tight and sensitive.  Brad grabbed hold of his dick, wrapped his fingers around it with just enough touch to the head and it was over.  He felt an orgasm like never before, a moment of silence and darkness, like every part of him was pulled through his body to his dick, not just his dick but the hole of his dick and it was all leaving him.  The greatest pleasure and pain simultaneously he sunk down to the table and the man pulled the dildo out.  He felt empty.  His anus strained and flexed in a way he never thought he’d enjoy.  It hurt a little sure, but it also felt good, it felt like something he’d never experience again, something he wished he had experienced previously, several times.

“Was it good for you?” Brad asked as he moved to stand beside Mark’s face.

Mark looked up to him, then down to his hard dick in his shorts.  He pushed himself up on the table and reached for the other man’s hip.  Brad moved closer and let himself be pulled closer.  He took down the front of the man’s shorts, a hard dick pointed out at him and he pulled it to his mouth.  He licked his lips and began to suck at the tip before licking at the length of it.  Bigger than the first dildo definitely, possibly more like the second one, he thought.  And he was right because the second one was a replica of the man’s own dick.  He grabbed hold of Brad’s butt and pulled him deep until he was gagging on it.  Brad pulled back when he saw Mark struggle to take it.

“Wait,” Brad said, “there’s something else we can do with this table.”

He stepped around to the front and pulled his shorts and underwear down to his ankles then off before motioning for Mark to roll over on his back as he snapped the headrest down and out of the way.  Mark did as he had been shown and rolled onto his back.  He knew what was going to happen next.  And though he had only ever done it a few times before he let his head fall back off the massage table and opened his mouth.  Brad was quick to push inside and deep, so deep Mark felt his nuts on his nose and above his lip.  He reached down to Mark’s body, to his nipples and his stomach, and he began to thrust.  Mark struggled to keep up but he wanted it.  He wanted the man’s load so bad.  He reached around and grabbed his naked cheeks in his hands and pulled at them urging the man to go harder and faster until he felt him strain one last time and heard him groan as he shot down his throat.  Brad pulled out and looked down to Mark who grinned back.

“Was it good for you?” he asked.

“It was awesome,” Mark answered.

Brad squatted down and kissed him, their sensitive lips felt like the only nerves in their body that were capable of stimulation.  They kissed for a moment before pulling away from each other.  Brad helped him up off the table and they went back to the shower together.  Mark was eager to wash Brad’s body, though he was less receptive to anal stimulation.  Once they were clean they went back out to the living room where they saw the mess they had created.

“Do you want another beer?” Mark asked.

“Sure,” Brad said.

They each got a beer and went to the couch and turned on their phones.  They each texted Oliver about what had happened and he replied within minutes to each of them telling them he was glad they had a good time.  Mark looked to Brad’s muscled body and Brad pulled him close for one more kiss.  There was a slight stirring for each of their dicks but neither of them had the stamina to do anything like they had just done again that night so they left it at that before they looked to the table and all the dildos sitting on it.  It was the biggest dildo he ever saw, the biggest he had ever taken, and he was sure he was going to buy himself one the next chance he got.