Adonis ======
By TopLegal
WARNING This contains graphic descriptions of sexual intercourse
and sadomasochistic activities between adult males. If this
offends you, is not appropriate for viewing in your location, or
you are not of legal age, do not read it. Any resemblance of
characters in this story to the living is purely coincidental.
(c) 2003, TopLegal. Permission is granted for distribution via
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[Ed: This is a one-parter, everything I have to say about this one
is in here.]
Backroom --------
He was there in the club day after day, week after week. Everyone
admired him. And he was a regular visitor to the backroom. He
never spoke; even the bartenders did not know his name. Informally
my friends and I took to calling him Adonis since so many of the
men in the backroom grunted and squealed like primal animals
shouting "oh god, oh god" as he fucked them.
"Ryu," my friend shouted from across the room to catch my
attention. Distracted to wave back at Adam, I turned back to see
Adonis leading a middle aged black man into the backroom.
Adam joined me, "not Adonis again?"
"He's so."
"Mute? Infected with HIV for having barebacked hundreds of guys?"
"Shut up Adam."
He dragged me out of the bar and for the evening I was distracted
from my fixation on Adonis. Not that would leave the young god
without stalkers, simply down one admirer. Not that any of us ever
scored.
Adam and I caught the late evening showing of the Two Towers and
then went back to his place to crash.
We woke up curled against each other asexually. Adam was probably
my best friend in the world. We had grown up together on the same
street. Gone to school together. Learned about sex with each
other. Even come out together in college. Dated for about two
years and then separated.
Our relationship was a thing of the past. At twenty-two, each of
us had graduated college and was making our way in the world. We
also were best friends.
Study of the Adonis -------------------
I am not exactly sure when my obsession with Adonis started. But I
was hooked. His outfit was tight fitting latex that hugged and
emphasized the counters of his muscular body like a modern
Batman-suit.
Impeccably chiseled, Adonis was a young white male with cropped
blond hair and smoky-blue eyes. Around his neck he wore a
distinctive solid metal necklace that seemed to encircle his neck
and held a brilliant gemstone perfectly centered about his torso.
One night I had managed to stand next to where he ordered from the
bar--without words. He downed five shots of Grey Goose vodka
straight up before my eyes without even taking a hit. The time
allowed me to study the unusual necklace.
It was rounded metal and the necklace did not appear to have a
clasp. The gem stone appeared to be a relatively large diamond
permanently mounted into the metal band of the necklace itself.
His latex body suit revealed a removable codpiece where he could
whip out his donkey-sized dick. At over twelve-inches long his
cock was massive. I had never had it in me, but I sometimes
followed him to the backroom. The codpiece kept his balls
concealed behind the "veil" of latex allowing only his massive
throbbing cock to penetrate bottom after bottom. No oral sex. No
talking. Adonis just fucked you.
Nobody had his number and just about everybody had his dick up
their ass.
As a young Japanese-American, I felt intimidated. Mostly I found
myself hit on by older men who prized my boyish looks. Adonis
seemed timeless. We had been coming to the bar for almost a year
and Adonis' youthful body had not aged at all as far as I could
tell.
On my way back from Adam's, the subway car stopped for a bit and
the emergency lighting came on. I snapped aware from my reverie
and looked up and noticed that Adonis was sitting in the same
subway car as me.
I was too shy to approach him but resolved to follow him out of
the subway. It was early morning and I figured he was heading
home. Adam lived within two blocks of the bar whereas I lived
further away. The thought that Adonis rode the same train as me
turned me on.
If he was bothered by my lustful gaze, Adonis did not let on. I
pondered how he could be so calm in so much hot, tight latex, in
an unair-conditioned New York City subway car in the middle of the
summer, but could not muster my courage to ask.
He got off at the Kew Gardens exit and I followed him a respectful
few paces behind him. Unphased by my stalking, he walked straight
to the Park Lane apartments and headed up. I stopped myself at the
door and got back on the subway to the end of the line and made my
way to my parent's modest home in Queens.
Stalking --------
My obsession with Adonis continued to grow. I took to showing up
at the Park Lane apartments early to figure out which tower Adonis
lived in. I would then follow him to the bar. He appeared not to
notice my stalking and never acknowledge me verbally or otherwise.
There was something creepy, almost trance like about that I
suppose, but in my hormone-obsessed state, details like that were
lost on me.
After nearly a year of stalking, I had learned exactly which
apartment he lived in and had figure out how to get another
apartment that looked in on his. Directly across in the opposing
tower, I could see right in.
My parents were proud that I was moving out but staying in the
neighborhood. Plus the new location put me closer to the
elementary school I was teaching in.
My first purchase after getting furniture was a telescope so I
could see into Adonis' apartment.
Adonis, it appeared, did not use blinds or curtains. This meant
that I could see into his apartment 24-by-7.
His apartment was a studio and through the telescope I could see a
Bowflex-style gym and a strange bed.
The first night in my new apartment was a Saturday and exhausted
from moving, I had not gone out to the clubs. Instead I had sat
studying Adonis' apartment through the lens of my telescope.
When he came home around three am, I was watching. The room was
lit by a diffuse reddish-light that left the scene devoid of
color. He took off the codpiece first and let his massive
donkey-cock hang out. Then he wiggled himself out of the latex
suit through the neck. That revealed a strange contraption that
still obscured his balls. Zooming in with the telescope, I could
make out a metal and fabric device that kept his testicles firmly
pulled away from his cock while in the suit. He removed that and
placed it on the nightstand by the odd bed.
When he opened the closet I could see that that the closet housed
a dozen or so identical latex suits and codpieces. Nothing else.
He hung the used suit and codpiece to one side and then closed the
closet.
He disappeared from view for a few minutes before reappearing with
a towel. He dried off in the window and appeared to stare back at
me, but I was too caught up in stalking him to be bothered. He
threw the towel onto the ground and then lay down on the bed. I
watched as restraints pinioned him to the bed and then latex slid
up from his feet to his neck and then from above his head to his
nose.
Covered in latex except for his mouth and nose he was restrained
and ensconced. I found it extremely arousing and whacked off to
the scene before falling asleep.
Sunday I was up around ten and found Adonis was still asleep. In
the daylight, the odd latex-sleep device seemed stranger. I
watched him through the telescope. The bed opened itself at noon
but waited a few minutes to release the restraints. Adonis'
gorgeous, muscular body was extremely sexy restrained. He got up
and picked the towel off the floor and disappeared to the
bathroom.
Back in view, I watched him open his fridge--empty except for milk
and remove the milk and then make some sort of shake in the
blender with a powder from a canister.
After his "breakfast," Adonis worked out on his Bowflex for four
hours--naked. I soaked in every minute of it. It was an intense
workout at the highest resistance settings and quite sexual to
watch as well.
After the workout there was another shake and then he got ready to
go out. It took him about twenty minutes to get himself into the
suit. Half of that time was spent attaching the ball separators
that prevented him from orgasm.
Just before he left to go out, he took a frozen meal from the
freezer, nuked it, and ate.
That was Adonis' daily routine as I learned. Wake at noon.
Release. Bathroom. Shake. Four hour work out. Shake. Ready to go.
Dinner. Out. Back at three-to-eight am. Shower. Latex bed.
As a working stiff, and teacher, my schedule could not easily keep
up with his 7-night a week sex romps. I focused on seeing Adonis
in person--not that we talked or he even acknowledged me--the two
nights a week I could go out: Friday and Saturday.
Anal Entry ----------
If Adam had known the depths of my depravity he probably would
have had me committed. Nonetheless, he was aware of my obsession
with Adonis. He suggested I let Adonis fuck me. I suspect he
figured that once I had had the donkey-dick, I would be over it.
He was wrong.
I inserted myself as sex partner number six that evening. Right
after a mid-thirties gay couple had gotten banged by Adonis in the
backroom. I approached Adonis and made the gesture for backroom.
His strong arms gripped me and forced me to the room. Although I
wanted to be fucked, something about Adonis' strength made this
feel out of my control.
Adonis yanked my pants down and pushed me into a sling without a
word. He then removed his cod piece, lubed up my ass and slid in
without even offering to put on a condom.
The only thing I could manage to all of that was a loud
pleasurable monkey like sound. As he rammed twelve inches of man
meat in and out of mean, I groaned and howled like a monkey at the
zoo.
Something about the way he fucked me stimulated my prostate
intensely and kept me incredibly aroused. As I approached orgasm,
I let out a familiar line in the backroom with Adonis around: "G O
D!!!!"
As I finished my climax, he waited a few seconds before pulling
out. I was drained and felt empty but he was ready for another go.
He put the codpiece back on and left me in the sling.
Adam came back to get me and helped me out. "So Ryu," he asked.
"It was better than I ever could have imagined," I responded. "You
should try."
Adam shook his head and dragged me out of the backroom and out of
the club to his apartment.
Lock Picks ----------
My dad was a locksmith and using some of the training he had given
me and some of my Dad's tools, I resolved to break into Adonis'
apartment while he was out.
It was a Tuesday and I came back from my class late. Through the
telescope I could see the apartment was empty. I took the
lockpicks and headed over to the other tower.
At Adonis' door, I casually knocked and then let myself in. I shut
the door behind me.
The only light was the reddish one Adonis used. It took my eyes a
bit to adjust and then I found the apartment. I was tempted to
steal one of the dirty latex suits. Thinking about it I realized
that someone had to come clean them periodically and also bring
his "groceries" such as they were: milk and some frozen entries.
I checked out the freezer. The meals were some sort of custom
freeze-dried food, astronaut like. The Bowflex was standard. I
kept a decent distance from the bed, but observed some interesting
items.
There was a rod that would insert itself into where Adonis' ass
lay as well as some sort of suction tube between the legs for his
cock. The bed would keep its occupant in a state of high arousal.
I could only wonder if it ever allowed Adonis to orgasm or kept
him close to the brink.
Satisfied for the moment, I let myself back out before Adonis
returned.
To Adam's dismay, I had taken to having Adonis fuck me every time
I was in the club. Like many of the others I had become a regular.
I also realized that Adam was still in love with me.
Finally I knew I had to come face-to-face with Adonis in a
situation where he could not deny I was there.
I resolved to let myself into his apartment and lay on his bed. He
would come home and find me there.
Latex Prison ------------
Never having been into fetishes I had never really tried latex
much. I was about to be intensely surrounded by it. With some
trepidation, I let myself in to Adonis' apartment one Friday night
instead of going to the club.
I was somewhat shorter than Adonis but I lay down on the bed and
positioned my ass over the dildo. I then spread my legs and the
leg restraints fastened. I then put my arms at my side and watched
the metal restraints encircle my wrists. Trapped, I was terrified
as the latex cover pulled itself over me tightly and trapped me
like a cocoon.
It was hot under the latex and I was tightly confined. I found my
breathing accelerate and then when the dildo inserted itself I
almost jumped out of my skin. Then the suction started on my cock
and my mind was blown by the intensity of the situation. Anal and
penile stimulation of high intensity while bound and ensconced in
latex.
I shot a load into the tube.
And another.
And another.
And another.
Five loads later the tube still relentlessly vacuumed my cock and
I found myself drenched in sweat and trapped like a rat in a cage.
I am not sure how I fell asleep with all of that stimulation but I
woke up with a raging hard on due to the continued vacuum suction
on my cock and Adonis standing over my still restrained body.
He clucked his tongue and smiled at me.
He walked away without speaking and another man stepped into view.
"Cat got your tongue Ryu?"
I tried to talk and realized I could not.
The man laughed. "We prefer our Adonis units to be the 'strong
silent' types. You will be our first non-Caucasian Adonis."
I thrashed my head wildly in a vain attempt to escape, but could
not make any sound come out of my mouth.
"The drugs," the man said, "have limited your free will and the
tape that played as you slept helped program you to be unable to
talk Adonis 39."
I noticed a large IV bag to my side and the man inserted the IV
into me just above my restrained wrist.
"Let's see," he muttered as he began injecting me. "Growth
hormones." "Vaccines." "Anti-aging compounds." He then corralled
the IV tube up along my body with tape and re-activated the latex
body curtain. The anal probe re-inserted and the suction started.
"Your cock size will get larger thanks to the penis enlargement
techniques we use and the constant suction. Adonis 25 here is one
of our better models. He has been at this for nearly five years
and still looks twenty-one. Anyhow we will be transferring you to
our training compound tonight, but till then let's let these drugs
get into you and give you some more obedience training.
The latex hood came over my eyes again and this time I could
audibly here a training tape: "Your name is Adonis. You do not
speak. You are a sex machine. You serve. Your name is Adonis. You
do not speak..."
I blacked out from the drugs, the heat, the ramming fucking in my
ass and the suction on my cock.
Training Center ---------------
I woke up again to artificial sunlight streaming through a window
that looked out on a brick wall.
The man was standing over me again, "welcome to the training
center Adonis 39. No need to talk."
I tried to speak but nothing came out.
The man laughed. "Anyhow 39, we will keep you here until we are
certain that the programming has taken and that you have adapted
to the Adonis lifestyle."
I badly wanted to run and scream for help. But I was tightly
restrained to an Adonis bed and their programming had left me
unable to talk or make any sounds apparently.
The man stroked my forehead tenderly, in an almost fatherly
fashion. "You necklace will be ready about when we are done with
your basic body modifications and initial mind-shaping from the
subliminal messaging."
He plunged half-a-dozen syringes into the IV line and walked away
as the curtain on the Adonis bed ensconced me.
Again, the training started audibly, this time the lecture was on
loving latex.
That night, despite the suction and anal penetration, I fell
asleep easily inside the Adonis bed. In the morning, I woke up
with a raging hardon. I also realized at that moment that I really
loved latex. A lot.
Despite the slightly oppressive, stickiness of it against my
sweaty skin at that moment, there was no other material I wanted
against my body at that moment other than latex.
The training tape became audible again, "Your name is Adonis. You
do not speak. You are a sex machine. You serve."
Oddly, I found myself trying to remember my name and the only
thing I could think of was: Adonis.
The latex veil pulled away and the training room was empty. A few
minutes passed before the restraints released me. I slowly got up,
groggy and with an IV still in my arm and pulled the IV pole and
myself to the bathroom.
Instinctively I knew what to do: Bathroom. Shake. Four hour work
out. Shake. Ready to go. Dinner. Out. Back at three-to-eight am.
Shower. Latex bed.
I was stopped though after my second shake and directed by the man
back to the bed. "Good progress 39, but until all of the drugs
have done their work I am not ready to have you wandering the
streets."
It was comforting to be back in the Adonis bed, restrained and
ensconced. The suction and anal penetration were intense but
soothing. After all, nothing but the machine is intense enough to
bring me to an orgasm. And the machine is programmed to do so only
once a week to ensure I remain at peak sexual efficiency.
First Night Out ---------------
I woke up in the Adonis bed and knew instinctively that I was not
in the training center a brief note on the counter along with a
map oriented me to my locale and my initial cruising destination.
I set about my routine.
In the evening, I first donned the ball separator device to make
one-hundred percent positive no orgasms could occur and then my
latex outfit and codpiece.
The outfit felt wonderful against my body and accentuated my lean
muscular body.
I headed out and took the tube a few stops to the club I would now
call my second home. There I managed to order a soda water despite
being unable to talk and then stood against the back wall as the
men entered the club.
It was odd; I felt no special attraction towards any of them. It
was all quite clinical. I would readily fuck any of them in the
ass and that would be that.
I took a moment to check out the downstairs and got a sense of the
layout.
Back on the main floor, I became aware that I was very much the
focus of attention from several guys. But I found it did not
bother me one way or the other, as Adonis I was too cool and
simply accepted all of their stares and radiated and exuded pure,
raw masculine sexuality.
My first was a young man, just legal at sixteen and ready for my
cock in his ass. I led him to the basement in silence and rammed
my massive tool into him.
Something about hearing him call out "oh my god" and squealing
like a pig validated my existence.
Ten other guys followed that night before last call and my return
to the Adonis bed.
True Purpose ------------
It was accidental that a few nights later I got a glimpse of our
true purpose. On the TV in the bar, the BBC was on the tele and
there was Adonis 25 in the picture accompanying a senior German
politician.
I was helpless though to do anything but fuck ass after ass in the
bar and work out. After all I am Adonis. I am a slave. I am a sex
machine. I serve. The Japanese prime minister awaited me
eventually.
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