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"Isolated and Horny"
David Masteri was alone. The second the quarantine was discussed he had sent his family to their country house. They had months worth of noodle soup there and he had taken out a large life insurance policy on himself, just in case he became ill or didn't make it.
He wasn't wealthy, but he lived an upper middle class lifestyle and wanted to make sure their lives didn't change.
He didn't leave their house in the suburbs. He needed to stay there for the wifi and in case something at the office happened.
He felt like he had accounted for everything, but he hadn't accounted for how horny he would be.
He had been a football player in college and had gotten used to fucking or getting head everyday. His wife didn't put out quite that much, but his dick got wet at least three times a week.
By the end of the first week, his dick was raw from jacking off so much.
It just wasn't enough.
He needed a mouth or to bury it in a hole.
But the only person he ever saw was Brody.
Brody
Brody had worked for Mr. Masteri since he was 13. It had started just as mowing his lawn. Then, he had done odd jobs for him. Nothing complex, but stuff like cleaning the garage or picking stuff up at the store.
It wound up being a permanent part-time job by the time he turned 16. He would buy stuff for his car, get his wife and kids presents, bring them dinner, and just do anything Mr. Masteri needed.
He didn't set prices or anything. He just did what Mr. Masteri asked and then would check his bank account and see how much had been deposited.
He didn't know what the family would do when he went off to college in the fall.
The quarantine didn't really change anything. The family went away, but he was still picking up restaurant orders for Mr. Masteri and mowing the lawn and getting groceries for the house.
And then things did change.
David
David watched as Brody unloaded the groceries. He remembered being that age and he thought how different their lives had been and how long he knew the kid.
David was 6'2 and 245 pounds. All Italian. He had a hairy chest, a permanent tan, dark brown eyes,and his body had finally gone half to fat. At Brody's age, he had been a football star and at 58, he still had his hair. It had just gone a little grey.
Brody was built small and pretty for a boy. He had turned eighteen a few days ago, but could pass for 14 or 15. He didn't shave yet and he had zero muscle. He wasn't bony, but just that healthy young skinny. He was pale too. His family were Nordic or Irish or something. He had short wavy brown hair he kept shaved on the sides and perfect white teeth. He was actually shorter than David's wife at around 5'5.
He really was a good kid, just poor.
David asked Brody to mow the lawn before he left.
Brody
It was hot af, but at least the front yard was done. Brody took his shirt off and wrapped it around his waist and saw Mr. Masteri watching him as he started on the backyard. Mr. Masteri had gotten bigger since he started working for him and even more intimidating. He knew he should feel comfortable with Mr. Masteri by now, but his wife and kids had always provided a kind of buffer.
Now, Mr. Masteri was just smoking a cigar and watching him work.
When he was done, he went inside for a drink of water and to say goodbye.
David
An idea had been percolating in the back of David's mind since Brody got here. He watched him mow the lawn and thought about how petite he was. How easy he could hurt or overpower the kid. How smooth the boy was. How soft he bet his body was.
Then Brody came in for a drink and leaned over the sink. His pants fell down just enough to show his pasty little white ass and David realized something.
He was going to fuck Brody.
He told Brody to take a shower and clean up because he was going to need him a little longer.
Brody
The water felt good on Brody's skin. It was burning hot and he wasn't used to that. Their trailer had a tiny hot water heater and his sisters always used it up before he got a shower.
The weird exfoliating shower stuff made his skin feel crazy smooth and almost shiny.
And it smelled like honeysuckle.
When he finally came out, hair soaking wet, he felt great.
He wrapped a towel around his waist and went out into the bedroom. He figured he would just borrow clothes like before when he showered.
But Mr. Masteri was waiting for him.
David
When Brody came out, I was waiting for him. I looked at him with his hair plastered to his face and his skin soaking wet and my dick throbbed.
I might be unsure of what was happening, but my cock wasn't.
I asked him, "You work for me and do whatever I tell you, don't you?"
He nodded.
I continued, "I've never been anything, but fair and good to you. Trust me and you'll be fine."
Brody nodded again.
Then I told him, "Drop the towel."
I saw him hesitate, but then he did it. He had a pretty small cock, but that could be nerves. I gestured for him to turn around and saw my prize.
His ass was smoother than I could have hoped for and toned and just a little round. It looked more like this cheerleader's ass I used to fuck in high school than my wife's ass, but it would do.
My wife and I had experimented with BDSM after that movie came out and I went and retrieved a ball gag we had purchased and some furry handcuffs. The fur kept them from digging into your skin.
He was still just standing there, awkwardly.
I reached for his face, grasped his chin, looked into his eyes, and said:
A man has needs, son. Since I met you, any needs I had you took care of for me. This ain't no different. I just have different needs right now than before. You understand?
He nodded.
My dick jumped in my pants.
I told him, "I'm going to put the handcuffs on you now, then put this gag in your mouth so any sounds you make won't disturb me. I'm not going to stop until I'm done and once I'm done, I'll take it off. That alright?"
This time I didn't let him nod. I was holding his face and wanted to hear it.
He said, "Yes, sir."
Brody
I froze for a second when Mr. Masteri told me to drop the towel.
I almost said no.
But I never said no to him.
When he brought out the handcuffs and the gag, I knew what was going to happen. I wanted to tell him no. I thought about leaving.
But while his name might be Masteri and not master, I had obeyed him too long to even think of disobeying now.
And he was right. I was here to take care of his needs.
Whatever they were.
I turned around and held my hands together so he could cuff them behind my back.
Then I opened my mouth for the ballgag.
I started shaking when I felt his hands tighten the leather cinch around my head and I knew this was happening for real.
But it didn't happen right away.
I watched as Mr. Masteri shut the door to the bedroom and shuttered the windows. Then he went and grabbed a tablet and connected it to their bedroom TV. He moved me over to the bed then and pushed me face down over it, until my legs were just dangling off the edge and he would be facing the tv when behind me.
Then he went back to the tablet and I saw him using the tv to sort through videos.
He settled on one called Anal Sluts 12.
Then he flipped the lights off.
I couldn't see, but I could hear him take off his shirts and unzip his pants. Then I heard him slide off his underwear.
The sound of the girls on the video filled the room.
David
My dick didn't take even five minutes to get hard. Attached to a boy or not, I had teenage pussy in front of me and my dick knew just what to do with it.
I rubbed a little petroleum jelly on my dick and pushed one fingers worth of it into Brody's asshole.
He was tighter around my finger than I could have hoped and he whimpered through the gag like a puppy.
This was definitely going to be fun.
Brody
I felt his finger push inside my ass and it hit me again that was this real. I watched the girls on the video struggling under the men assfucking them and realized that was about to be me.
Then Mr. Masteri shoved his dick up my ass.
I screamed into the gag once, then began whimpering.
I knew it might hurt, but this was beyond pain. It felt like he was tearing my asshole in two.
And then it got worse.
I felt him pull out and for a second I thought he realized it hurt and was stopping. That it was all over.
Then he thrust it back in harder and deeper. And he groaned.
And that was when I realized what it meant to be fucked.
His right arm wrapped around my throat and he began jack hammering my asshole.
In and out, in and out, in and out.
The smell of him was everywhere. The smell of his sweat and his cigars had replaced oxygen.
I had become just a hole.
His grunts became louder. Then he started talking dirty:
You got a tight cunt, son. This is what you were born for. You're always going to be my pussy now, boy. Take it like a man. This is why white trash like you exists, boy.
My tears just seemed to turn him on.
David
I won't lie. This kid was the best piece of snatch I'd had in decades.
It wasn't just how tight his pussy was. Lots of bitches have tight assholes.
It was that him being a boy, Brody, meant I didn't need to go easy or play nice.
I could watch porn and be as merciless with his hole as I'd be with a plastic pocket pussy.
And his hole felt good.
My dick was about eight inches and every inch felt like it was being jerked off with a silk snatch every single push in.
I also loved how he bucked. He wasn't fighting me, but it was like he was trying to escape my dick. Wriggling and groaning and fighting the inevitable.
It made calling him filthy names even sexier.
Then something changed.
Brody
The first porn had ended. Mr. Masteri must have fucked me for over thirty minutes when the pain finally went away.
Then something else happened.
He crammed himself deep in me and held it there and it felt like his dick hit something.
My dick leaked.
The next thrust, even more precum oozed out of my cock.
Then more.
And more.
When he pulled his cock all the way out and then rammed it deep back in the next time, I moaned into the ballgag.
Mr. Masteri noticed.
His dirty talk changed. It became filthier. Nastier.
His hand gripped my hair and he spit on my face, hammering my ass even harder, as he said:
Take it, you worthless faggot. I knew you wanted it, you fucking queer. You don't need a dick because you are never going to be anything more than pussy. I should make you beg for my nut before I juice your fucking hole.
And I came.
Hard.
Big time.
It was like his dick was jacking my dick off from the inside and I couldn't stop it.
My whole body and ass spasmed and at the same time, I felt his cum flood my insides.
David
I don't think I ever considered the kid enjoying it. But I felt when my dick started hitting his g spot and he started wanting the cock instead of trying to escape from it.
And it was over quick after that.
I probably could have pounded him another hour, but when he came his asshole spasmed around my cock. It was like his hole had decided to milk my dick for every ounce of cum inside it all at once.
I flooded him. One shot, then another thrust, and then two more wads loaded up his hole.
I laid on him for maybe a minute, just recovering.
Then I realized I was actually done.
I was satiated for the first time since my wife left.
I uncuffed his hands and removed the ball gag. He laid there still for a second and I could see my nut in his hole.
Then I spanked his ass real quick to get his attention and said, "I'm done. Get out."
He turned his head and looked at me. His face was red.
It was hard not to laugh as he tried to stand up and fell over.
I offered him a hand and made sure he was stable before continuing:
Sorry about the fag shit, although the way you nutted maybe it's true. I just like to talk nasty during sex. I'll want you back tomorrow so I can use that hole again and see how good your mouth is.
He looked at me and whispered, "Yes, sir."
I watched him get dressed. Back into his dirty clothes, but I figured he'd need another shower anyway and I didn't want nut stains on any of our stuff.
Brody
I could barely walk. I felt like a truck had been driven through my ass. I couldn't get my balance and the orgasm I'd had made me feel light-headed.
But I knew I'd be back tomorrow.
I never said stop or no.
I always did whatever Mr. Masteri wanted.
This wasn't any different.