The Urge

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Concept: The Urge overcomes you. The Urge makes you want to cum right now. The Urge always wants worse things. Here's the story of four victims who felt it.

********* The Urge *********

Kristopher

Some would have called him a nerd. Some would have called him a jock. Kristopher had the mind (and glasses) for the former, and the thick muscles (and stringer tops) for the latter.

With his deep eyes, brutish face and short cropped mohawk the 22 year old looked fairly intimidating, be it through brain or brawn power.

Just as he stepped out of the dorm shower, the Urge found him.

The hunky student ceased to have impulse control. While his dick was still hardening, he already jerked off. As the Urge's own handy work added itself to the effort, he could have cummed instantly.

But the Urge wanted more. So Kris put on his thick rimmed glasses, left the washroom in the nude and swaggered along the hallway with a dumb grin on his face. The young man's masturbation was done mostly by the Urge itself, Kris' hands only brushing his tool, as the mind intruder let its victim navigate the corridor.

Kris walked past an open door. He didn't bother to look inside as the giggling of multiple girls rose beside him.

A study buddy came along the hallway, first nodding as a greeting and – once he saw the erection – stopping in his tracks.

Now Kris had been seen by a few people, which satisfied the Urge, but maybe... it could have a little more.

Without a single touch, the man's dick was jerked off infinitely close to the point of no return. The sensation of standing on the very edge of orgasm drove Kris insane, so he didn't question the ideas his mind seemed to develop right then.

Following the Urge's order, he strutted down the stairs. Dozens of students learned and goofed off in the common room. He made sure to flex his thick arms, huge back, beefy ass and massive legs. Everyone got a good look as he walked through with a much greater swagger than he usually displayed.

Only when he reached the door, did the Urge take over full control again. Kris stepped out onto the campus grounds where only a couple of people walked by in the distance.

His throbbing erection was still untouched as he cummed. With no good place to shoot at, the Urge let Kris cum up, onto his bulging chest. Helping along a little, the shots flew higher than they ever did and splashed right into the jockish face, flinging lines of goo across the nerdy glasses.

Pretty happy with the outcome, the Urge left, letting Kristopher experience the full force of the embarrassment. Upon realizing he was outside, he instantly turned around and stormed through the door. Only then, did he understand what was covering his vision.

Romeo

Celebrating his sweet sixteen was a pretty exciting day for Romeo, even though his parents had made it clear he wasn't getting a car. Sure, it was kinda lame to have the party at home, but at least his parents had left, so he could do as he pleased.

The athletic blond dropped a few more cups next to the white cream cake with sixteen candles.

Everything was going fine. Then the Urge overcame him.

From one second to the next, Romeo's rational thoughts were suspended. He wanted to feel his naked skin. He wanted to melt into the sharp erotic pleasure that had taken a hold of his psyche. He wanted to cum. Now.

The teen tore off his shirt with shaking hands. By the time it dropped down, his dick was achingly pressing against the inside of his pants. He pulled on his jeans and got them down together with his boxer briefs.

His dick was a source of pride, being insanely big – especially for his age. Having grown way past the navel when hard, it rivaled a soda can in girth. Romeo was definitely the biggest in the shower after gym class.

As soon as his dick was free, it bobbed up and down like an animal with its own will. While Romeo still tore his socks off, his dick was already jerking itself off.

Without a touch, the teen's tool pulsed and shook as if under an electric current. When he at last grabbed the dick, Romeo got to feel twice the masturbation.

It was an unreal sensation but it was the most erotic thing the teen had ever experienced. He wasn't thinking of anything at all – none of his usual fantasies. He simply existed as an extension of his penis – pleasure fogging his mind.

When he had a clear enough moment to notice who loud he was groaning, he tried to understand what was going on. His eyes fell on the cake. Something stirred inside of him.

Romeo just wanted to cum. The Urge wanted more.

With secure steps, the teen pressed his hips to the table's edge and aimed. His deepest moan – almost a shout – echoed from the living room walls as he shot his load.

"Fuuuuuuck yeaaaaaah!"

Every shot landed with pin point accuracy. If the jizz got a little better distributed it would blend right in with the frosting.

The Urge left the boy, having done what it came to do. The bell rang. Romeo's first guests had arrived. He scrambled to get his pants back on.

Blake

Everyone knew Blake. He had a pretty high spot in high school hierarchy. Not because of his handsome face, dark features and slender, lean muscled body – no, he was just a real bro. In many ways a typical 17 year old, Blake was loud, confident and always up for fun.

Today, he had big plans. Leaving school with his huge group of fellow top dogs, the teen let everyone know about it.

Then the Urge found its latest victim.

"Uh..." Blake's mind trailed off. "I'm gonna... I forgot something. I'll catch up."

He turned around without waiting for a response and hurried back to school. There were still people inside. He couldn't go there – he had to take his clothes off now.

The muscle twink rushed at maximum speed toward the side of the building and made it to the corner before he dropped his backpack. Without even consciously registering it, he tore off his shirt and held it in hand.

A moment later he was out of sight. No one was behind the school. It was an open space with a football field, but there was no practice today.

He pressed himself against the building's back wall and dropped his shirt to have both hands free. The button on his jeans popped off, so hard was his pulling it away. The boy struggled to get out of his shoes.

Meanwhile, the Urge already jerked him off, making his motions uncontrolled. Blake couldn't help but grunt with every exhale.

The Urge, of course, wanted more.

Instantly, the teen grabbed his clothes and jogged onto the football field. As he passed the bleachers, he shoved his clothing under them, so they weren't visible anymore. He could have easily found the hiding place again, but the Urge took care to keep the memory from forming.

Marching into the field's center, Blake spit on his fingers. The Urge wanted something other than simple dick rubbing for once.

As the teen reached the middle, he dropped into the grass onto his back and spread his legs wide. Two fingers went into his hole at once, all the way in. It hurt and he whimpered pathetically, but the Urge had become interested.

The moment he could accommodate both fingers, he was made to pull out and reapply spit. Then four fingers went in. All the while, his untouched dick was being milked. Precum dripped onto his slim abs.

While his right hands was still driving itself into his hole, he spit as much as he could onto his left one. Getting close to an impossibly strong orgasm, Blake shoved eight fingers into his ass and pulled himself apart. The anal stretching would have far outdone the masturbation in intensity, but this was no regular jerk off session.

The Urge let the boy have his price. Blake shot from his trembling dick, more and further than he ever had. His face and hair caught the most.

Since Kris' load had dripped off him so easily last time, the Urge took care to make Blake's cum as sticky as could be. He wouldn't get it off with a plain old paper towel.

Still all eight fingers deep inside him, Blake was left alone by the Urge. The spit had all dried up, making him cry out and arch his spine with shivers as he tried to pull out just a tiny bit.

Getting his fingers free would hurt pretty hard. Then why did it make him feel so good? Those shivers were unlike anything he had ever felt. Now where had his clothes gone?

Milton

It was a day like any other. In his cubical, Milton stretched his arms. He was a tall 33 year old guy with a killer smile.

Milton looked good in his suit, but he knew he looked better naked. So knew the Urge as it took over.

Instantly driven to insanity with the need to jerk off, Milton jumped up hard and made the chair fly backward.

As he hurried to the door, his steps became wobbly. The masturbation had already begun and his dick was still stuck in a suit pant leg. The man made it into the office hallway, but even the path to the elevator was more than he could take.

Milton pushed open the door to the staircase and rushed down a single flight of stairs before that too was no longer an acceptable delay.

With wild motions, he tore his suit off, popping every button on each piece of clothing. Once he had slipped out of his shoes and socks, the Urge took over completely.

The broad chested man had only his tie, still wrapped around his neck, as he grabbed all other clothes and kicked them into the gap between flights of stairs where they sailed down to the basement, into shadows.

He could have jerked off right there and be done with it, but the Urge wanted more.

The man took off his silk tie and jumped back into the hallway. No one was there at the moment and he wouldn't stay long enough to be seen. He only needed a few drops from the water cooler.

Wet silk was nearly impossible to tear.

Back in the staircase, Milton tied his hands to the metal handrail. But not the one in front of him. No, he bound his wrists with each end of the tie, having threaded the long item through a handrail bar from one floor above him.

How did the man tie both wrists by himself? Well, the Urge may have helped out a little.

On his tip toes, Milton was stretched despite his size. The self-masturbating dick aimed up at his firm abs. He could have shot his load – there was enough going on. But the Urge had a desire to challenge itself. How much influence could it keep over its victims?

Milton's dick was not allowed to get past the point of no return – only infinitely close to it. Then the Urge gave the man's body free.

However, it stuck around to observe. The command lasted for half an hour before Milton's whimpering, sweating self spasmed hard and cried out with pleasure. As the Urge's influence ran out, cum sprayed onto the tall guy's torso like a hose.

Kristopher

After the unbearable embarrassment at his dorm, the young man had felt the need to become much more intimidating. On a whim, he had gotten a large neck tattoo, a nose ring and ear studs. He had changed his stance to be more forward leaning and aggressive. Only the glasses remained from his previous image.

Kristopher was on his way back from having his haircut redone when the Urge took control. The fearsome jock was at the bus stop. He rose and began to strip.

There was enough sense left in Kris' head that he walked to the back of the terminal where no one could see him. Between the bus stop's backside and a super market's wall, he dropped his gangster-style clothes.

Already fully hard, he didn't touch his dick, letting the Urge do all the work. Instead he intensified his pleasure by working on his nipples.

Of course, that could have been it, but the Urge wanted more.

No longer in control of his actions, Kris stepped out into the open as a bus arrived. It was going the opposite direction he needed to go, but that didn't bother the Urge at all.

Under the shocked stares of passengers, the muscle bound, dangerous looking jock boarded the bus, proudly displaying his precumming erection.

The driver didn't notice, which may have been caused by a little nudge the Urge gave him to look the other way.

Soon the doors closed and Kris was standing in the middle of a fairly well filled bus, pinching his nipples and panting heavily.

The Urge judged this as satisfactory and let the young man cum. Once again, he shot up onto his glasses, splashing all over his face and chest in the process.

Under the horrified screams of other passengers, the Urge left. It made sure the driver was well distracted. Kristopher deserved to ride as many stations as he wanted. He'd have to go all the way back anyway.

Romeo

It had been a few weeks since his birthday party. It had gone pretty well. Nobody had said a word about the cake tasting weird. Romeo felt exhilarated at the concept, even though he had no explanation for what drove him to such measures.

The school day had just begun when the Urge returned full force. Romeo was at his locker. He had to undress. Now. But he was surrounded by people.

The blond teen let go of his school supplies and raced off to... wherever. He just had to find a place to get naked. His dick outline was unmistakable against his jeans.

After a few seconds that felt like a lifetime, he arrived at the cafeteria door. It was still several periods until lunch, so the place would be empty.

Romeo hopped inside and barely checked the surroundings – indeed, it was empty – before pulling his shirt down. A seam tore before he remembered he had to pull it up. His brain was no longer capable of simple tasks.

In a daze, the boy undressed. Leaving his clothes at the entrance, he strutted around the place, while enjoying another double-jerk-off. His hand and the Urge's work rubbed the absurdly large tool toward orgams. His huge balls swung with every step as he walked from table to table.

His mind was occupied with two things – the need to blow a load and the question of where to do it. Sure, he could have jizzed on the ground and be done, but the Urge wanted more.

Lacking anything interesting to do, he wandered from the main cafeteria into the kitchen area, which was also empty. There were today's ingredients. Finally a good idea.

But how, he and the Urge both asked, could he make sure that the students would eat his cum? As the boy neared orgasm, he let go of his dick and popped the cap off a sour cream bottle. That one would go over all dishes. What better target?

Romeo groaned much louder than he would ever have dared without the Urge's influence as he unloaded into the bottle. The amount was utterly unbelievable. It was like a faucet.

Still trembling from the mind blowing climax, Romeo saw that there was another bottle of cream. Well, looked like only half the student population was going to get his treat. It didn't really matter, did it?

It mattered. The Urge wanted more.

Within the blink of an eye, the teen was flooded by erotic shocks like the first time he had fallen victim. Instead of going down, his erection shook even harder. A second orgasm approached rapidly.

Romeo popped the cap off the second bottle with shaking hands and moved it in front of his massive, larger-than-life tool in the same moment he began to spray his second load.

It was bigger than the first. His knees gave in and the boy dropped down, sighing loudly as he experienced his first and only instance of a full double-orgasm.

Blake

No one had seen him, so the ass stretching incident was buried as far as Blake was concerned. It had taken forever to find his clothes again but by that point the cum had dried enough to pass for a million other things. It was in the past.

The muscle twink wanted to put the memory behind him and never deal with what had happened but the Urge paid him another visit.

He was at the gym, at the cusp of dawn. The place was basically empty. Therefore, he didn't resist this time. As soon as Blake felt the need to get naked, he complied. His basketball shorts and tank top dropped to the floor as did his socks and underwear.

The boy looked at himself in the full length mirror, admiring his beautiful physique as he masturbated.

Naturally that wasn't all the Urge wanted.

Blake bent down to grab the dumbbells he had just used. He unscrewed the nuts and dropped all weight plates. What was left was a sizeable stick of hard metal. On each end it had the big indentations for the nuts and a thick ring that kept the plates from sliding onto the handle bar.

Compelled by the Urge, Blake spit onto one end over and over until it was sufficiently wet.

Without further hesitation, the boy bent his knees and pushed his ass out. Spreading his cheeks with one hand, he positioned the dumbbell bar with the other.

As he looked his mirror image right in the eyes, he shoved the bar in. Since the Urge was perfectly capable of keeping skin from breaking under any circumstances, there was no need to go slow.

The screw thread demolished Blake's insides. He got to feel an ass fucking so intense it would have been lethal for anyone not helped out by a supernatural entity.

Following his orders, the boy shoved in more and more, until his sphincter met the screw thread collar. He bent his knees some more, pushed his ass out further and shoved it in.

With a guttural groan way deeper than his normal voice, Blake got to feel an inhuman amount of anal stimulation. There was no room for anything else in his mind.

Then he really started fucking himself. The whole bar went in and out over and over at lightning speed. Pulling out anal beads like starting a lawn mower could have given someone a pale shadow of what the teen felt in this moment.

Every bit of stimulation was translated into pleasure. Vaguely, Blake realized he had an audience now. Some guys had shown up. He could see them in the mirror. Then his mind fogged again.

The Urge wanted... well, you know the drill.

Blake crouched down and fiddled with the weights. He pushed one plate onto the end of the bar that stuck out of his hole and screwed it in place.

It was physically impossible to keep the bar in with the added weight, but the Urge gave Blake's anal muscles the necessary strength.

The teen did squats.

Every time he went up, the bar slipped out past the collar. Every time he bent down, the bar hit the ground hard enough to drive itself back into his guts.

Blake cummed into his face and hair. The Urge had learned a lot and could make the goo even sticker than last time.

While the boy whimpered through his orgasm a man approached his position. That man was also following the Urge's orders. He grabbed Blake's clothes while the teen was too busy to notice and carried them off to a hiding spot.

Finally, the Urge let its victim stand up as straight as possible with the weight plate between his legs. As it left, it took the enhanced anal muscle strength with it.

The bar dropped out of Blake's ass at full force just as his final string of ultra-sticky cum flung itself up onto his chest. Now free of the Urge's influence he got to feel the impact of the screw tread in all its glory.

Milton

The second visit to the tall hunk happened as he was driving. The Urge let him pull over. It was the middle of a freeway. Milton undressed before leaving his car.

Unfortunately, the man wore no tie. Regardless, his clothes were still formal enough to be a suit. Not that the Urge cared what fabric it left behind.

Looking into the available materials, Milton produced three ropes from his trunk. The Urge could certainly work with that.

Already edging the man, it made him walk up to a sign. Doing the same position as last time was no fun. Therefore, Milton tied himself up differently.

One knee was raised up high and tied to the sign's pole. There were convenient holes in the pole to thread the rope through, allowing Milton to secure his knee up high enough to force himself to stand on the very tips of his toes with the foot that remained on the ground.

The Urge set up a little something for passing cars. They could look all they wanted, but would find themselves unable to even think of interfering.

With a second rope, Milton did something similar as with the tie back at the office. He made sure it was securely slung over the sign above him, before using the ends. Instead of tying up his wrists, though, he tied one end around his package.

The other end was tied to the middle of the final rope. That one was for his wrists, which he tied behind his back with a little help from the Urge.

This way, he had a choice. Either he left his arms hanging normally and pulled hard on his package, or he gave his dick and balls a rest but strained his arms to keep the rope lose. All while balancing on one foot's tip toes.

Hoping it had grown stronger, the Urge issued its command, left and watched. This time, Milton was masturbated at the edge of orgasm for a full hour. As he finally covered himself with cum, the area-wide deed wore off, too, and people were free to interfere again. Before anyone pulled over, the Urge left. It was satisfied with the outcome.

Interlude

Romeo wanted sex badly. He had been cumming on stuff a lot, including food. But it just didn't feel as great as fucking a living human being. He wanted his cum inside someone. Not just one things.

Whatever had woken these... these urges inside him, made him want to add his essence to the inside of a person. Swallowing or unloading into any other orifice. It didn't matter. Romeo just wanted to really fuck someone for the first time...

Kristopher couldn't deny it. These days it was basically impossible for him to cum unless he was seen, or there was at least the danger of getting caught.

He had found ways to mitigate those unknown urges. The jock had changed his appearance again, this time less concerned with image and more with sexual fulfillment.

Kris wore mostly mesh shirts, to show off. He loved the attention. His underwear drawer had seen its content replaced by mesh thongs and jockstraps. He didn't bother getting shorts since he knew they wouldn't be short enough, so he just cut his pants' legs off.

Of course this had made it necessary to look a little more dangerous, just to keep people from thinking he was an easy target.

He had added tattoos on his right biceps, left forearm, right calves and shoulder blades. His short mohawk was died blood red. He had also taken to wearing huge, heavy chains as necklaces.

Still, he wanted to show off more...

Milton's life was all about edging. He wore a vibrating cock ring that kept him semi hard and raised his cum production to high heavens. He edged for hours but it wasn't enough. He needed to be restrained in some way.

Totally new to this urge he had difficulties tying himself up. He needed someone to help him out. Was there a place to meet someone who'd be interested in that? Should he post an online add? It might be worth a shot...

Blake went everywhere with a plug up his ass. He had a whole collection of them by now. His fingers hadn't been enough anymore. But he knew what he really needed was a living dick.

How did he know that? He had never before thought about men in an erotic way. It seemed so obvious now. Blake was intimidated by the realization and kept wondering if he should pursue the idea.

Every time he felt the plug's insufficient stimulation – at home, at school, at a friend's place, at the arcade, at the gym... – he became a little less scared and a bit more driven. There was this new urge in him to find a dick to get up his ass. It only had to be big enough to satisfy him...

Kristopher

When the Urge took over, Kris was surrounded by people. The intruder didn't bother to check the situation just yet. Exhibitionism was the theme after all. It just made the young man undress on the spot.

Once Kris was nude and leaking precum, the Urge took a look around. He was in a lecture hall but no presenter was present. Under the eyes of a hundred students Kris walked to the front desk, jerking off slowly.

There were a lot of people present but the Urge... Oh, the Urge wanted so much more.

Luckily there was a camera. Its purpose was to make HD recordings of the lecture for later viewing and also serve as a live stream for students who didn't come to the classroom.

The marvel of technology turned on and began to send. Of course, the educational institution was going to delete the recoding as soon as it saw what was going on, but it would have made its way onto several hard drives by then, for sure.

Kris grinned dumbly at the audience and camera before hopping onto the desk. He flexed his mighty muscles under the chuckling and booing of his classmates. Then the young man dropped on his back, spread his legs and shoved two barely spit laced fingers in his hole. No reason not to bring a little bit of Blake in there.

He jerked off faster and moaned without holding anything back.

Since he was definitely going to get expelled, the Urge wanted to make it as expel-worthy as possible.

Kristopher began to talk loudly. "Oh yeah, I love fucking my ass hole. F-fuck. The finger banging is fun enough when I can't find a dick to ride. I'm gonna cum soon with all that anal stimulation. Oh yeah, fuck yeah. Here it comes. My huge load of man juice. Fuck yeah. Fuck. Yeah. Fuuuuuuuuck."

Ten orgasms' worth of cum sprayed from his dick and covered his muscled body like paint splatters. His glasses were comparatively spared this time, but jizzed on anyway.

Feeling like the deed was done – although unusually Blake-y in nature this time –, the Urge turned off the camera and left, just as the lecturer walked in.

Romeo

It was late at night when the Urge returned. Romeo woke up as his dick rapidly stiffened, just before his mind became too clouded to appreciate the situation.

Already naked, the teen got up and double-jerked for a minute. Meanwhile the Urge roamed his memory to figure out where to cum.

Romeo slipped out of his room and snuck to the other end of the corridor. The guest room was unlocked. Originally it had belonged to his older brother, before that one had moved to college. He was back for a week now, sleeping in his old room.

The Urge's victim entered the place and kept jerking off as he looked at the older one who looked quite similar to himself.

As the orgasm neared, Romeo stepped up to the bed and held his max-sized tool over his brother's face.

The Urge wanted a little more if it could have that. And it could.

Romeo grabbed his brother's jaw and pulled it to open the sleeper's mouth. He positioned the tip of his dick right at the lips and moaned softly. He was aware enough to try not to wake the older one.

He fired a huge load directly onto his brother's tongue. The streams seemed never ending. Eventually, though, it was over.

No, the Urge still wanted a tiny bit more.

Once again, Romeo's sex drive grew instead of weakened from cumming and he found himself close to a second orgasm. Prompted by the Urge – who kept the older one well asleep – the boy climbed onto the bed and knelt above the sleeper with his legs left and right of his head.

He didn't just cum into his brother's mouth. He came into his throat. Romeo shoved his massive dick as far down the esophagus as it would go. Despite the violent gagging, the brother remained in slumber as his body shook.

Romeo planted his load deep inside the older boy and pulled back out. A single shot of cum hung from his dick hole to the lip of his brother, Romeo's dick still hovering over the sleeping face.

The Urge left and in the second its influence was gone, the older brother woke up. The Urge considered the night a great success.

Blake

He still had his ass plugged. One of his friends was celebrating 18th birthday. The muscle twink forgot his worries for an evening and just worked on getting a light buzz.

For all the weird things that had happened to Blake, no one he knew about them or had seen him do it. Therefore it didn't even really count.

The Urge read his mind and was quite displeased. It didn't normally care about such things but the total disregard... the acting as if all the hard work didn't matter...

Apparently it would take a bigger show.

Blake walked out into the garden where most people where. Loud music, grilled hot dogs, red cups. A typical, almost picturesque party.

The boy downed the rest of his beer and stripped. That wasn't much of a shock to anyone. Most people there were buzzed and everyone knew sometimes a guy went streaking. No big deal.

Then Blake pulled his plug out. That got him some laughter and a lot more looks. He sat down on the drinks table and raised his legs high. The teen grabbed a beer bottle, hit its cap off at the table's edge like a pro and raised his hips up.

Blake poured the whole beer into his greedy ass hole.

By that point, everybody was watching. He reached over, grabbed a bottle of vodka and opened it with the same parlor trick worthy motion. Then he emptied the whole bottle into his guts. He didn't spill a single drop, making it all go into his intestines.

While precum dripped onto his face from his pulsing, self-jerking erection, the boy grabbed a liter of rum and did his little magic trick a third time.

He might have learned his lesson – the lesson being that he was royally fucked and the Urge ruled his life – but of course the visitor wanted what it always wanted. More.

Once the last drop of liquid left the liter bottle, Blake turned it around. With nothing but a soft moan, he shoved it into himself. It should have totally split him in halves but all that happened to his body was a biologically impossible stretching, letting everyone see, by the bottle outline on his abs, how deep the intrusion was.

As this went on, the Urge did a little prodding to make other guests hide Blake's clothes.

Going slow, but steady, the teen drove the entire bottle into his insides until only the neck was visible. He grabbed that part with both hands and fucked himself with such speed and brutality that the phone videos of the event would later only show a blur.

The roaring laughter of his schoolmates and their friends almost drowned out Blake's cries of pleasure.

As he cummed, he clenched hard with his entire guts and the bottle launched out of his anal cavity like a rocket. The crowd screamed as the item came flying down again and shattered on the ground.

Meanwhile Blake got a face full of cum that wouldn't wash off and wouldn't dry either. The Urge was fairly confident the effect would last through the night.

Milton

The Urge was happy to see that Milton had prepared himself. There were zip ties in his car in addition to the ropes. Certainly, he had hoped to get another visit.

Once the tall man had pulled over, the Urge surveyed the area. This time it was the inside of a city. Milton got out and began to strip. There was a convenient traffic island where he would be in plain view of dozens or hundreds of cars.

Exhibitionism wasn't really the point but why not add it?

Milton got rid of his clothes, making sure he couldn't find them again and made his way across the street onto the island in the middle of a roundabout.

He wrapped three zip ties around each wrist and ankle individually as a basis for what was to come. Meanwhile, the Urge produced the strongest repellant it could muster. People could watch – and they would watch – but no one was going to interfere.

He only needed a single rope. It went over the only pole, in the center of the island. One end was tied to his package again, but from the back this time.

The other end became an inflexible noose and went around his neck.

With a little supernatural help, Milton managed to zip tie the basic ones together. Left wrist and ankle were connected to each other, as were the right ones. Being `on all fours' in this way meant that the rope was taut.

The rope didn't fully cut off his breath but enough to make him dizzy and panicky. It also pulled painfully on his dick and balls as intended. The only way to escape was to raise his ass and head in a way that arched his back too much to hold the position for too long. All the while Milton had to stay on his toes.

Satisfied, the Urge left and observed for how long the command would last this time. Milton's dick jerked itself off, tethering along the edge of climax.

Eventually, the Urge lost interest. It had gotten boring to watch the struggle. There were new victims to be found.

One Year Later

It had been an unusual way to meet and they hadn't believed it would turn into anything substantial. But the moment Romeo had seen the video of Blake bottle fucking himself on Romeo's cousin's party, he had felt the need to find out who that guy was.

As it turned out, they hit it off fantastically. Blake loved the big dick and Romeo loved the endless bareback fucking. Blake quickly learned to swallow the load every now and then instead of letting it shoot up his guts. He didn't care for the cum, he wanted the dicking down.

What had begun as fuck buddies had turned into two boys enjoying each other's company in general, then into friendship, then into a relationship. It sometimes felt as if their sexual urges were made for each other.

With their scholastic careers coming to a close it was time to think about the future. Should they move in together? No obvious option came to mind...

Kristopher liked to be seen. Sometimes being naked was what he needed, sometimes wearing gear made it more sensual. Ever since the day he had been kicked out of higher education, he had felt a strange new need to derive pleasure from his ass hole. What had even happened on that day?

Well, it didn't matter now. He had found someone's dick to ride and expose himself with. Milton loved to be tied down in creative, painful positions and have his dick ridden for hours.

Kris could get off anally and Milton could delay orgasm indefinitely. They had nights full of fun.

For some reason Milton had also discovered an exhibitionist streak since a certain day on a circular intersection. Together the two big man liked to show off their fuck skills.

With decent notoriety in the scene they had gotten their first offer by a porn company. Really, it seemed like the logical next step. Money was tight...

Another Year Later

Getting roommates had been a clear choice since it saved money, but getting guys who got along with their... activities had proved to be difficult.

Eventually Kris and Milton had found a nice couple who were just as sex crazed as they were themselves. It didn't take long to draw them into making porn.

While Kris and Milton spend their free time showing off their bodies and having sex, the other couple – Romeo and Blake – did pretty much the same. The difference was in the details.

The former pair made liberal use of gear, edged a lot, liked having an audience and preferably fucked outdoors. The latter one was all about doing anal and cumming as often as possible.

Over time they got to know each other outside their sexual interests and developed a satisfying four way friendship. Each of them had gone through a few weird events a while back, but in the end it had all worked out for the better. They had only needed to give in... to the Urge.