Homebound 2
By Storywriter123ME.
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Part 2…
Jessie shot up from the bed in the unfamiliar motel room, confused. She scanned the room, her eyes growing wide as the bright light of mid-day peaked through the drawn curtains.
She winced in pain as her body shifted towards her phone on the nightstand. A dull ache radiated through her forearms and shoulders, the pain receptors in her brain begging for rest and peace, even as she felt a strange flush in her chest at the prospect of seeing Jonas again.
“Shit,” she muttered, reading the text from Jonas. He was expecting her within the hour.
“Bear!” She crowed, hearing her boyfriend in the small adjoining bathroom.
As her body flushed, remembering the world-shattering experience with her huge, cocked, mature, older patient yesterday, her brain cried out from the aching in her limbs, no doubt caused by the three marathon handjobs she had completed yesterday.
“You’re up,” Barry asked as he emerged from the bathroom.
“Why’re you dressed?” she asked, her brow furrowing at her thin boyfriend dressed in his nurse attire.
“I figured you would want to sleep. You were out like a light all night.”
Jessie smiled at his caring gesture, even as her body blared with continued tiredness.
“My body’s on fire,” she replied, rubbing furtively at both of her wrists, hearing the bones crack in agony and crampedness, “Can I have some water?”
Barry smiled and produced a bottle from behind his back, sensing her needs.
“My hero,” she said as she gulped the contents down greedily.
Barry watched her; she winced with every movement, her body clearly wrecked from the day before. He sat beside her on the bed, scared to say what he was thinking.
“Can you help me get dressed?” Jessie asked, looking at her phone, not wanting to make Jonas wait.
“Babe, you’re exhausted,” Barry finally spoke.
“I know…shit,” she grimaced, as she leaned up in the bed, feeling new shots of pain run along her thin frame, “But he needs me.”
“Jess,” Barry said softly, “I got this,” trying to sound confident.
Inside his stomach was tight. He wasn’t sure if he was doing it for her or because a part of him needed to understand what happened to her yesterday. Either way, he had resolved to set their huge patient straight and reaffirm his status as the leader in their lives.
“What?” She looked almost astonished at her long-haired boyfriend as he smiled back at her.
“You’re tired. I looked all morning for other assignments, didn’t find shit. You sleep. I’ll handle the old man.”
“Bear, no way, he’ll be so pissed,” Jessie replied, as she began weighing the option.
“Whatever, I can handle the old goat. I’ll probably fix the machine and get him hooked up. It’ll be easy.”
“No, babe, no way. We need this job.”
Barry patted her thin knee, nodding with resolution, “I can do it, Jess, I need to set some ground rules with this dude.”
“Bear,” Jessie said softly, her resolve wavering as she felt the bed calling her name.
“Relax, babe,” Barry said, trying to display confidence to his girlfriend, even as his mind drifted to what he was undertaking, “I know we need the money. I really think I can get the machine fixed and we can just cruise through this assignment and bank some cheddar.”
Jessie smiled at him as she let her body fall back onto the waiting bedspread.
“Just please, be careful with him, we need this one.”
“I got it, I got it, ” Barry stammered as he grabbed his bag.
“Call me later,” Jessie asked as she nuzzled into a warm cocoon of blankets and pillows.
“Yes, Mom,” Barry called back sarcastically, bristling at the cold Ohio weather biting at his thin jacket outside the Motel 6.
*********
Barry checked his watch; he had about ten minutes to kill before Jonas expected Jessie to arrive. He ChatGPTed a how-to on the model he figured was close enough to whatever Jonas was using and ran through the troubleshooting tips.
He brought up a YouTube video and fast-forwarded through it, taking mental notes on possible fixes.
He Googled the device and brought up an image of its specs.
“Shit,” he said flatly as he realized the clock read a minute past the hour. The gaunt male nurse looked at himself in the rearview mirror, taking a deep, chilly breath.
“Confident,” he said aloud.
“You’re in charge,” he lamented.
“You da man,” he repeated, smiling at himself in the rearview.
He exited the rental car and speed walked up the pathway to Jonas’s door, knocking tentatively.
********
“You’re late, sweetheart. I hope you…..what the fuck are you doing here?”
Barry felt his left leg tremble as he stared at the garden of grey chest hair directly in his line of sight. The mature man was so broad that Barry couldn’t see past him into the apartment. He looked up and exhaled, meeting the fiery glare of the ogre-like man.
“Jessie’s uhhh, she’s out of commission today…”
Barry jumped at the deep roar of laughter from Jonas that made him take an involuntary step back.
“Damn, one day and she’s out, huh?” Jonas guffawed, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction.
Barry gathered himself as he mustered a response, “Look, dude, I’m here. I think I can fix the machine. You don’t have to be a dick…”
“No fags,” Jonas growled.
“He thinks I’m….”
Barry opened his mouth to respond, but was met with yet another powerful slam of the faded white door in his face.
The long-haired nurse turned back towards his car; he’d figure out an excuse to tell Jessie.
They’d get through it.
They always did.
He paused as a vision of Jessie, her deep eyes looking at him, that brace-faced smile beaming with a look that could get whatever she wanted out of him. His feet stopped on the cold sidewalk as he resolved to see this through for her.
“She did this for us,” he reasoned as the cold bit at him.
“Don’t let her down,” he told himself as he turned back to the door.
“Be the man,” he said aloud as he rapped, quickly but firmly, on the door.
“What the fuck do you…you’re still here?” The giant man asked, his voice sounding almost impressed at the thin nurse’s resolve.
“Jonas, listen. I’m sorry. Jessie and I need the money, please. Can you please just let me…”
“It’s Mr. Strong,” the mature man replied gruffly.
“O-okay, Mr. Strong. Can you please just give me a chance?”
Barry felt his stomach sink at the size of the smile that ran across the brute’s greying goatee’d face.
“So you’re the white knight, huh?”
“May I?” Barry asked, gesturing towards the inside of the apartment.
“Be my guest, princess,” Jonas responded, allowing Barry to pass under his huge, hairy arm.
The smell hit Barry’s nostrils like a freight train. There was the faintest scent of cleaning supplies, but it was easily overwhelmed by the musky fragrance of man-scent that seemed to bore into his mind. He suddenly felt uneasy as he observed the streaks of dried semen strewn about the room. He glanced behind him, giving the outside world one final look.
“Hope you’re ready, kid,” the mountainous man crowed, as he closed the door with another wicked slam.
***********
Jessie’s eyes opened as her stomach growled, waking her from another dead sleep. She moved gingerly as she observed the quiet in the tiny motel room.
Each step made her body ache as she entered the quaint living area.
She smiled as she found a bag of takeout that Barry must have gone and gotten for her while she slept.
“Oh shit, Bear,” she said aloud as she grabbed the bag and moved back to the bedroom, feeling the pain from yesterday in each movement.
She munched on a breakfast sandwich as she grabbed her phone from the nightstand.
Something inside her did not want to miss any updates from her boyfriend.
“In,” the first message read.
“I really don’t like this guy,” the second read.
Her breath caught as she read the last one, a bite of sandwich falling from her slack-jawed mouth, “Machine won’t work…”
**********
“Mr. Strong, if you’ll just let me back there, I think I can fix it.”
Barry stood, facing Jonas’s broad chest as the man blocked his advance towards the hallway leading to the back of the apartment.
“No can do, kid,” Jonas replied confidently, “Only ladies allowed back there. And besides, I told your sweet girlfriend it was busted yesterday.”
“I really insist,” Barry responded, his voice filled with condescension, “If you’ll just let me back there…”
“And I insist you shut the fuck up,” Jonas growled, stone-faced and resolved, his bushy, unkempt eyebrows furrowed powerfully.
He waved a thick finger at the sectional and continued, “Now go sit down so we can talk.”
Barry fumed, not wanting to relent to the huge man, but he dropped his shoulders after a tense few seconds and backpedaled until he felt the couch cushion against his legs.
“Better,” Jonas said with a sigh, indicating his victory, “Now tell me, you and Little Miss Brace Face, what’s the deal?”
“That’s really none of your…”
“You want the cash or not, shrimp?” Jonas responded, cutting off the tense caregiver.
“Fucking asshole,” Barry thought, keeping his revulsion for the brutish man to himself. But Mr. Strong’s eyes indicated that answering his questions was more of an order than a request.
“We’re good, man,” Barry said with a deflating sigh as if opening up to the mature man was the last thing he wanted to do, “Jessie says we’ve got to grow up, so that’s what we’re gonna do.”
“So she’s the boss,” Jonas asked gruffly.
Barry shot back quickly, “Well, no, I mean, I’m the man. I’m in charge, I guess…in some ways.”
Barry felt his body tensing at the knowing chortle from Mr. Strong.
“You don’t know how to be a man, do you?”
Barry winced as the question cut deep. His mind begged for defense, but the words flowed out before he could catch himself, “I’ve never really had a dad, you know,” the thin nurse said quietly, his mind softening at speaking a truth that was buried inside him.
“They say excuses are like assholes,” Jonas said flatly in his deep baritone.
“I know,” Barry replied, his eyes finding a thick, damp spot on the carpet to study as he felt Mr. Strong dressing him down, “We’re gonna make it work,” he said quietly, almost to himself.
“Well, you’re here,” Jonas continued, “So that’s a start.”
Barry’s eyes followed the ponderous effort as Mr. Strong stood quietly from the couch. The lithe nurse’s eyes fixed on the disgusting bulge in the mature man’s cum crusted underwear.
“W-where are you going?”
Jonas smiled smugly as he turned to the back of the apartment, crowing, “Gonna clean up real quick, then I’ll need my first draining…”
Barry’s mind was spinning as he realized what was about to happen. He ran to his phone and fired a few texts to Jessie, frowning as they went unanswered.
His lithe body stiffened as an image of his cum covered girlfriend flashed in his head. He had spent yesterday sickly fantasizing about what was going on in this very apartment between Jessie and Mr. Strong, jerking himself off in the car as he waited for her to return. The feelings of shame and arousal he felt came rushing back as he heard the toilet flush and the heavy steps of the mountainous man returning.
“Well,” Mr. Strong said, propping his huge arm on the door frame.
“Mr. Strong…I…”
“You need the money, right?” Jonas asked, a tinge of mirth in his deep voice.
Barry heard himself gulp as the brute’s words settled in his mind, quaking his thin resistance.
“Yes, but…I was thinking, maybe we could talk first?” Barry’s plea came out oddly feminine, like a hesitant virgin.
Mr. Strong sighed, crooking his dark eyes at the waffling, waif-bodied male nurse, responding coyly, “Whaddaya wanna know, squirt?”
“Well..I…uhhh…,” Barry stammered as he tried to come up with a question that might postpone the huge man’s burdensome need to cum.
“What, ummm, what line of work were you in?”
Mr. Strong smiled at the question, as if he was enjoying the game, “I worked the port, man’s work. Finally retired and then all this flared up…”
“Ohh,” Barry replied, feigning interest but more concerned with his own self-preservation, “So you haven’t always…”
“Cum like a firehose,” the huge man replied, cutting Barry off, “No, always been big down there. Doctors don’t have a clue. Wife hated it, spent half her day cleaning up after me…”
“That must’ve been hard,” Barry said softly, trying to fill his voice with concern.
“Look, kid, you wanna know my favorite color too?”
Barry felt his resolve melting beneath the mature man’s judgmental glare. The brutish had a way of cowering Barry that should have pissed him off, but he just felt…confused.
“I was just…”
Mr. Strong must have sensed the long-haired nurse’s weakness; he let out a bored yawn before replying, “You ain’t built for this, are you, junior?”
“I can do this,” Barry mused internally, ignoring the brute’s insult.
“Why don’t you just run on home to your little girlfriend…”
“Don’t back down,” Barry told himself.
“Send blondie back here to me…”
“No,” Barry said finally, the words coming out of his dry throat as firmly as they could, “I got this…”
“Well then, let’s get to it, kid, I got a lot built up since last night…”
Barry recoiled as the huge man removed his stained wife-beater, revealing his solid, hairy chest and stomach. He looked almost more bear than man.
“You wanna take these off?” Mr. Strong said with a laugh, pointing to his boxers that bulged obscenely. It looked like he had a baguette smuggled in there as he plopped down on the soiled cushions of the couch.
“No…Jesus,” Barry responded, overwhelmed by the older man’s brazenness and his penchant for twisting the angst and humiliation the long-haired nurse was feeling at the moment.
“Suit yourself, squirt,” Jonas replied as he fished his thick legs through the leg holes in his underwear before casually tossing them on the coffee table.
Barry’s jaw went slack as he eyed the huge man’s thick python that stood rigid and thick, pointing towards the heavens.
“It’s…it’s so big…” Barry stammered, unable to take his eyes off the waiting monster cock.
“Yeah, yeah, heard it before. Get over here, let’s see your skills…”
Barry found himself absent-mindedly lifting himself from the couch and floating over towards the waiting giant. He sat down on the coffee table, directly on the discarded underwear, and continued staring at the waiting beast of a cock.
“Well…”
“I…I don’t think I can, Mr. Strong…”
Barry’s words came out smaller than he intended. His hand hovered above Mr. Strong’s thick cock like it was something dangerous. Every part of him wanted to stand up and walk out.
This wasn’t nursing.
This was something else.
Something he shouldn’t want.
But his fingers were already reaching.
Jonas smiled at him, delighting in the dainty nurse recoiling as he continued, “Come on, kid, it’s just like yours…”
Barry leaned forward, his brain melting in the moment as he gingerly touched the pulsing pillar of flesh, studying it, silently comparing his own, smaller penis to the engorged cudgel cock.
“Only a lot bigger…” Jonas said with a contented sigh as he watched the tiny nurse begin moving his small hands along his veined, bulky length.
Barry ran both hands along the shaft, feeling the pulsing power beneath the stretched skin.
“Here, take some lube,” Jonas ordered, pouring a healthy squeeze of clear liquid that overflowed Barry’s hands.
The frazzled nurse looked back at his medical bag, panicking as he realized that he had forgotten to don his gloves for the disgusting act. He made a move towards the bag but stopped as he felt Mr. Strong’s massive hand engulf his wrist.
“Get to it, kid,” the gruff old goat growled.
Barry’s mouth opened, but his words failed him beneath the glare from Mr. Strong’s dark eyes. He breathed sharply out of his nose, resigned, as he ran his lubed hands along the mighty cock.
For a long five minutes, the musky living room was filled with the wet sounds of Barry’s hands sliding along Mr. Strong’s monster cock. Barry found himself getting into it, his nerves calming with each sigh from the mountainous man.
“Am I…am I doing good?” Barry asked, his brain puzzled by the question.
“Not gonna lie, Jessie was better,” Jonas responded with a wicked smile, “You gotta apply yourself, sport…”
Barry nodded at the older man’s words and began shucking his hand at an increased pace, pleased as Mr. Strong’s louder moans marked his approval.
“Your, uhh, penis is quite rigid, does this hurt?”
Barry melted as Jonas rolled his eyes and responded, “This is how hard a real man gets squirt…”
Barry refocused his efforts on the towering cock log, watching the wrinkled skin pile around the broad glans, hypnotically.
“Fucking hands are killing me,” he said to himself, though he dared not stop.
After another ten minutes of stroking, Barry rejoiced at the sight of a thick, opaque burp of semen emerging and running over his fingers, followed by more steady streams of thick gunk.
“I think I’m getting it,” Barry cooed, wiping sweat from his brow.
His heart was pounding. At first, he had chalked it up to nervousness. Everything about the moment was disgusting.
The stale mixture of perspiration and spunk wafted through the room, burning Barry’s nostril hairs.
Mr. Strong’s rounded body, wet, pleasured, and spastic from Barry’s efforts, like he was a hippo in a zoo, enjoying a massage from an animal trainer.
His revolting, huge cock, obscene by any measure, delights in the attention from the frail nurse, pulsing almost expectantly.
His heart pulsed against his rib cage; it wasn’t nervousness.
The huge man needed him.
“A little faster now, princess,” the huge brute moaned flatly.
Jonas was moving his massive hips on the couch, punching his fat cock through Barry’s tiring hands. “Not bad for a first timer,” Mr. Strong crowed between deep gasps, “I think you like helping out an old man…”
“It’s, uhh, it’s not so bad,” Barry croaked, more to himself than to the huge man watching him, “You definitely need the help…”
Barry dug his digits into the cock meat protruding around his fingers, trying to soothe the burning in his forearms as he redoubled his efforts.
“There we go, just like your little girlfriend,” Jonas sighed.
Barry’s mind flashed to Jessie, a rush of misplaced masculinity helping him to reason he was doing all this for her.
For them.
“Squeeze the base and tickle the head,” Jonas croaked through gritted teeth.
The thin nurse did as he was instructed, biting his lip as he focused on finishing the disgusting deed.
At the thirty-minute mark, Barry jumped as Jonas’s words and groans became more erratic…almost pained.
“But you’re back into it…Arrghh…shit…”
Barry brought his eyes up for a quick second, studying the grimace across Mr. Strong’s mug, before returning to the task at hand.
“You okay, sir?” Barry huffed, sounding like a squire, servicing the king.
“Sh-shut up and stroke,” Jonas replied loudly, his voice filled with determination, as he gripped the couch cushion so hard it looked like it might splinter.
The gaunt caregiver came to realize something Jessie had alluded to yesterday, the feeling of how much the gruff, boisterous old brute actually needed them.
Needed him.
The fat cock jumped in Barry’s throbbing hands.
He was close.
“Mr. Strong…what can I do to…”
Jonas growled, mighty and mean, “Gonna…fucking…ARRGGHHH!!!”
Barry’s face twisted as he felt a splash of hot liquid strike his forehead with a pressure that almost hurt.
“FaaaUccckkkk!!!” Jonas cried as a second splash hit the same spot on Barry’s cum drenched face, the burden running down his thin visage, clouding his vision.
“Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!” Jonas yowled. Each yell marked by another fast wet splash against Barry’s withered face.
Barry continued stroking, using the last of his resolve to move the mighty weapon away from his semen soaked face towards his torso.
“Motherfucking Goddamn!”
Each curse brought forth another cumshot that wetted the thin male nurse’s scrubs, soaking his body in Mr. Strong’s musky essence. He felt like his hands might crack as cum scattered around his chest.
“Don’t stop, you little shit!”
Jonas’s order almost shook the room as Barry complied, feeling huge, though lesser jets of sperm splashing against his soaked shirt and landing on his blue scrub pants, making them look like he had wet himself.
Barry cringed as the man’s cum soaked his pants, feeling the brute’s semen wet through to his underwear and soaking his painfully erect four-inch penis.
“Why am I hard?” Barry thought for a moment, as the firehose of cum turned to a steady drip that dotted his sneakers with wet splotches.
“Y-you, you did it, kid,” Jonas whispered between winces of pain and pleasure, his rotund gut rising and falling with satisfaction, “Now you look like a real white knight…”
Barry pursed his lips in agitation, feeling the loads that had coated his face move around his grin, tasting the salty, stale taste of Mr. Strong’s cum as long strands dribbled into his mouth.
“C-can I clean up?” the bewildered, burden-basted Barry asked, quietly and politely.
“Sure, champ,” Jonas sighed as he sprawled on the couch.
**********
Jessie awoke, later in the day, as her phone dinged loudly on the nightstand.
“Can you talk?” Barry’s text read.
Jessie winced as she dialed her boyfriend’s number. Both enthralled to know what was going on and concerned for her boyfriend.
“Hey,” she said softly as he picked up.
“Hey,” he replied.
There was a quiet on the line before Barry spoke again, his voice strangely comedic.
“Soooo, how did you clean up all this shit?”
Jessie giggled away from the phone, envisioning her boyfriend’s cum covered countenance.
“Holy shit, you did it,” she asked.
“Yep,” Barry replied shortly, the water from the sink running loudly behind him.
“Is he…are you okay?”
There was a short quiet before Barry responded, “Yeah…it’s…holy shit Jess…”
“I told you,” Jessie said playfully, “So what do you think of him?”
Barry hemmed and hawed before replying, “I mean, I get it. The dude’s clearly in pain. He really needs this…”
“I know, right…”
“My arms are on fire, but, like, I wanted to keep going. It was so weird.”
“So weird,” Jessie affirmed, before pushing, “How do you feel?”
Her eyes opened wide as Barry replied, “….accomplished?”
“Can you keep going? Do you need me?”
Jessie could almost envision her boyfriend, as the line went silent, staring into the bathroom mirror. She stood and moved to retrieve her scrubs. Already sensing that he might need her help.
“Should I just…go,” Barry asked, his voice flat.
“You can, hon, it’s totally okay. I can come finish him up. I really don’t mind.”
She waited as Barry seemed to ponder her offer. A strange thrill rushed over her at the prospect of servicing the mature man again.
“No…no. I got this. You need to rest. I got this.”
Jessie paused as she held her freshly washed scrubs, staring at the pale white splotches that were so deep in the fabric, it made it look like it was cum-camoflauged.
“Y-you sure?” she asked, her voice slightly disappointed.
“Yeah…I need to see this through…for us…”
Jessie eyed the door; something in her wanted to run out and join him. She reasoned it was to help her clearly overwrought boyfriend, but she couldn’t deny the warm feeling that rushed to her chest at seeing Jonas again.
“He’s calling for me,” Barry croaked into the phone.
Jessie lay back on the bed, still tired, and replied, “Okay…but please call me if it gets to be too much.”
“I’m covered in a milk jug’s worth of cum, babe. How much worse can it get?”
Jessie fought a smile at the thought, responding with a heartfelt, “Love you.”
“Love you too.”
*********
Barry emerged from the hallway, frowning with each soggy step, as his soiled sneakers slid along the semen soiled shag carpet.
“All cleaned up, princess,” Jonas called as he flipped channels aimlessly on the TV.
“Yes, sir,” Barry replied, not really believing it, as he felt the never-ending dampness of his scummy scrubs against his bird chest.
“Good boy. How’s our girl? Heard you two love birds talking.”
Barry’s posture straightened as the burly oaf mentioned his sweet girlfriend. A rush of pride swelled in the thin nurse’s mind as he offered a polite retort.
“Can we leave her out of this…please…”
“Awww, Barry the Fairy’s got a backbone after all,” Mr. Strong replied, as he continued staring at the blue hue from the TV.
“It’s…it’s just…do you have to be so rude?” Barry asked, feeling awash with awkwardness, as he stood uncomfortably, covered in Mr. Strong’s pungent potency.
“Look, shrimp,” Jonas said matter-of-factly, “I’ve got no time for your daddy issues. I’m gonna rest my eyes for a bit. I want this place cleaned up and lunch in front of me when I get up. Got it?”
Barry clenched his fists, his mind begging him to rebel. He’d never backed down from a confrontation in his life, and he had little patience for his elders. Not to mention, being this jerk’s maid wasn’t in his job description.
He looked at the semen splotches on the carpet, making the living room carpet look like a map of the world, as he whispered, “Why don’t you do it yourself…”
“Say again,” Mr. Strong growled fiercely, setting down the controller and looking at the wilting, lithe nurse, almost amused.
Barry gulped, trying to find the resolve to stand up to the mountainous man. He lifted his eyes and lost his nerve at the sight of the brute lying on the couch, his boxers looking like they were stuffed with a wet log.
“N-nothing,” Barry responded with a meek whimper.
“That’s what I thought. Now, get to work and don’t bother me. It takes a lot to build up these loads you and your girl love so much.”
Barry frowned as the giant man turned on the semen stained couch, giving the gaunt caregiver a few of his hairy ass crack.
*********
An hour and a half passed as Barry put the finishing touches on something resembling a lunch for the older man. He had foraged through the freezer, finding something microwaveable that looked edible enough for him to figure Mr. Strong would accept.
He tiptoed into the living room to the symphony of raucous snores from the burly brute. He quietly set down the plate and admired his work.
He had found an almost empty bottle of Windex and used it to clean the dining room table. He had quietly taken out a few bags of trash that he figured Jessie had collected during her assignment yesterday. He put a load of soiled towels in the wash and switched them over to dry.
All while Mr. Strong napped, dead to the world, mere feet from the busy-bodied Barry.
He stared, simmering at the sleeping giant of a man. Twice during Mr. Strong’s nap, Barry had gone to retrieve his phone to chat with Jessie, but it sat close to the slumbering oaf, and Barry wilted at the thought of waking him early from his needed rest.
He coughed loudly after a few minutes, trying to hide his disdain as the brute awoke, stretching his massive limbs tiredly and yawning loud enough to rattle the windows.
“You cleaned,” Jonas asked, eyeing the room suspiciously.
“You asked me to,” Barry reminded as respectfully as he could.
Jonas snorted, “Another thing Jessie does better than you. Still smells like hell.”
Barry wanted to protest. He had worked his ass off for the past hour trying to clean the semen scented dump. He was sweaty from the effort.
“It’s too much for one person, Mr. Strong,” Barry replied, his tone begging for the brute’s acknowledgment of his efforts, “I did the best I could.”
“Food’s good at least,” Jonas replied, changing the subject, as he began eating the lunch Barry had prepared.
Barry sighed with relief.
At least he had done that right.
He replied, “Thank you,” before his brain realized how mewling his voice sounded.
“No sweat, take a seat.”
Barry hesitated, but a glare from Mr. Strong made his feet shuffle. He moved to the far end of the couch, as far from the ravenous brute as he could get.
“Thought you might run out of here,” Mr. Strong said between chews as he glanced at the clearly nervous nurse, “Brave…”
“I’m committed,” Barry replied quietly.
Jonas let out a short, humorless laugh, “Nah. You coulda run off after I finished all over you the first time. Gone running back to our sweet Jessie. But you didn’t.”
He took another bite. “Why?”
Barry stared at the floor as he croaked, “We need the money…”
“That’s part of it,” Mr. Strong said, nodding, his mouth full, “Go on, squirt, tell me…”
Barry’s jaw tightened, “Jessie was a wreck, man. I…I didn’t want her to have to come back…”
“That’s it,” the burly man asked, raising a bushy eyebrow.
Barry didn’t answer, but his body shuffled uncomfortably on the cum-soaked cushion.
The balding, bearish man put his fork down and leaned back against the couch, studying him.
“You’re tryin’ real hard to be the man here,” he said. “Trying to protect her. Trying to take charge.”
Barry nodded silently.
“But every time I give you an order, you do what you’re told,” Mr. Strong said, tilting his head. “You ain’t been barked at like this before, huh?”
He wanted to argue. He wanted to tell the older man where to shove it. That he was the man who took care of Jessie, that he made the decisions. But the thoughts felt thin even in his own head. Especially while sitting there, his skin still sticky from the man’s cum, being told what to do like a child.
Barry wilted beneath the strong man’s glare, whispering, “No, not really.”
“Jessie told me you two are like little orphans, that right?”
“Yes, sir,” Barry responded softly, feeling infantile at the brute’s probing questions.
“Been figuring it out on your own…trying at least.” Mr. Strong said, leaning forward. “No one to show you the ropes…put you in line.”
Barry’s breath was ragged as the mature man delved deeper.
“Now look at you, cleaning up for a man you barely know. Cooking for me. Taking loads all over your pretty face because I tell you to…”
Barry grimaced at the words. He wanted to argue, but the words didn’t come.
Jonas moved his hands to his ample, hairy thighs, his ham-like hands slapping them with emphasis, framing his fat bulge as his voice dropped to a low baritone.
“You’re not built to lead, kid. You’re built to follow. You and your little girlfriend. And that ain’t a bad thing. Not when you finally find the right man to follow.”
“I’m…we’re not like that…we’ll figure it out…”
“Y’sure about that?” Mr. Strong asked, “Cuz from where I’m sitting, you’ve been doing everything I say since you walked through that door. I see a little rebelliousness in your eyes. But you still do it.”
Mr. Strong sighed as he leaned back, letting his manly musk wash over the thin nurse as he pried further, “Bet you even liked it…”
Barry’s hands curled into fists on his thighs.
But he didn’t deny it.
“Alright, baby boy, enough talk. Time for my next nut,” Jonas crowed, abruptly ending the conversation.
Barry dug into his medical bag, retrieved a pair of blue latex gloves, and looked at Mr. Strong.
The hairy, burly brute’s eyes said it all.
Barry sighed and dropped the gloves carelessly to the cummy floor below.
“Thatta boy, crawl over here for me,” Jonas said with a winning grin.
Barry fell to his knees, feeling the still damp splotches of cum on the carpet wet his knees as he positioned himself between the older man’s hairy, meaty legs.
“Get to it,” Jonas scolded.
Barry wrapped his aching hands around the sluggish staff, hefting it and feeling the lazy weight of the club-like cock. He manipulated it with his small digits as if he were molding clay, hating the warm feeling in his belly as it hardened under his tender touch.
“What do you think Jessie would say if she saw her white knight tangling with my dragon?” Jonas crowed, followed by a boisterous laugh that shook Barry.
“W-we need the money,” Barry replied, unable to meet the brute’s glare, he could feel on his gaunt frame.
“This ain’t about money, squirt,” Jonas said confidently, “You and old Brace Face need a man in your life…”
“It’s not true,” Barry thought quietly as he began stroking Mr. Strong’s veined length, “I’m the man…”
“Ain’t that right, fairy?”
Barry sighed as the huge man’s words did a number on his psyche. He wanted to respond, to stand up for himself.
But how could he?
Mr. Strong’s evidence was gliding through Barry’s reddened palms, as the lithe nurse tried in vain to tame the beastly cock.
“I’m the man,” Barry said meekly, “I can take care of us…”
“HAHAHAHA, you’re on your knees jerking me off for money, squirt! How you figurin’ that?”
Barry opened his mouth to reply, but Jonas stopped him with another loud instruction.
“Play with my fat balls, boy, see where the power comes from!”
Barry relented and moved his hands down to cradle the two chunky bull nuts. Barry’s medical mind blared as he fondled the meaty jewels, alarmed at how bloated they looked.
“Uhh, Mr. Strong…”
“What, wimp?”
Barry gulped like he was giving his superior bad news before saying cautiously, “Your, ummm, your balls are swelled up. I might have something for that in my bag if you…”
“Just do what I say, boy,” Jonas winced menacingly.
Barry nodded and obeyed, rolling the chubby balls in his small hands. He couldn’t help but feel a tinge of jealousy at the medical marvels overflowing his fingers.
“Back to the big job,” Jonas growled between gritted teeth, caught somewhere between pleasure and his unending need to release his cummy burden.
Barry applied another helping of lube, frowning as the bottle emptied. He tossed it aside, letting it land beneath the coffee table amongst a graveyard of used bottles.
“Fast now,” Mr. Strong groaned as he watched the lithe nurse pulling at his mighty cock, clearly exhausted.
“Fucking things are gonna kill me,” Barry thought as he watched his hands move, like they had a mind of their own.
Minutes passed as Barry focused on Jonas’s release, finding a strange joy in the burly man’s moans and groans.
“You’re a big help, boy,” the huge, older man mumbled between heavy, manly huffs,
“This…ERRGHHH…this fits you well…”
Barry’s eyes delighted in the flow of precum, remembering that the full load wouldn’t be far behind as pearly white cum bathed his flying fingers.
“T-thank sir,” he said aloud, pausing his stroke for a short second.
He hoped Mr. Strong hadn’t heard the reverence in his voice.
He had.
“Gonna…gonna show you the way, son,” the bullish man grunted after another minute, “You and your little blonde girlfriend…”
Barry shivered at the thought. He moved to steady himself on Mr. Strong’s hairy thigh as he ran his dominant hand with pace along the length of the fat cock, squeezing along the length as he stroked.
“Show me,” Barry whispered, his mind gone, “show me the way…”
“Fuck!” Mr. Strong growled, gripping the couch cushion so hard his hands turned white, “Keep going, boy! Make Daddy cum!”
Barry barely had time to register Mr. Strong’s words as the huge cock began a spasming explosion.
Long strands of cum flew from the bucking cock like opaque fireworks.
Barry tried to angle the beast towards Mr. Strong, letting a few long jets fly forth and land on his rotund, hairy gut.
“Keep goin’ damnit…Argghhh!”
Barry winced as Mr. Strong grasped the bulky midshaft and aimed the heavy cock back towards him, and let the remaining salvos bathe Barry in his musky essence.
“Ahhh!”
“Owww!”
“Shit, Jesus!”
Mr. Strong howled as he watched Barry’s face disappear beneath a smothering, smattering of his strong semen.
“That’s it,” he sighed as the final belches of his jizz landed in heavy white pellets on both of them, “That’s my boy…”
Barry sat on his knees, recoiling as each flare of his nostrils whistled with Mr. Strong’s cum, assaulting his senses with the sour, salty smell. He didn’t have a moment to think as he felt the older man’s powerful grasp on his arm.
“Get up here, wimp,” Mr. Strong crowed, between heavy breaths.
Barry climbed up with the huge man’s assistance, his movements stiff and uncertain. He tried to keep his distance, but Mr. Strong reached over and pulled him closer until their bodies were touching.
Barry’s skin crawled at the contact, the older man’s heat, the smell of sweat and cum, the sheer size of him.
The sweaty ogre ran his thick fingers across Barry’s cum covered face, clearing his jizz from the long-haired nurse’s countenance. Their eyes met, and Barry’s shoulders sank at the smile on the huge man’s mug.
“I need a good laugh, kid. Why don’t you pull yours out and give me a show? I bet you’re horny.”
“What?” Barry cried as his stomach twisted.
“You heard me, twerp.”
“I…I shouldn’t…It’s…unprofessional…”
Barry’s body jostled as the mature man roared with laughter. He felt like he was shrinking as Mr. Strong looked at him like he owned him.
“You look like a damn wedding cake kid! Covered in my cum like a whore! And you’re worried about being professional???”
Barry withered further beneath the glow from Mr. Strong’s jowly face, like he’d proven a point.
“Mr. Strong,” Barry whispered, trying to reclaim some kind of control amongst the cum-drenched debauchery.
“G’ head boy. You say you’re a man, right? Let’s see what you got.”
Barry wanted to tell him no. He really did. But he relented beneath the older man’s glare, shimming down his scrubs and boxers, revealing his four-inch penis, rock hard.
“Jesus, fairy! That’s all you’ve got to fuck that sweet piece of ass?”
Barry scowled at Mr. Strong. His anger faded as he eyed the man’s fat, tired cock, lazing across his thigh, almost touching Barry’s leg.
He looked at the door.
He could run.
But something in him, the rebellious part, wanted to prove the boasting man wrong. He sighed as he turned his attention to his aching penis.
“What is that thing, two inches?”
“Stop,” Barry whispered as he stroked himself.
It felt wrong immediately.
Small.
Pathetic.
His penis looked childish compared to the thick, heavy thing, still smearing little drops of cum on Barry’s leg. He bit his lip as he pulled at himself, slow and mechanical, his face hot with shame.
Jonas didn’t laugh.
Not a first.
“Here,” Mr. Strong crowed, running his fat fingers across the pool of semen on his bulging gut.
Before Barry could protest, the disgusting brute let heavy strands of his cum run from his fingers down onto Barry’s fist, covering his hand and his red, angry penis with enough cum to turn everything white.
Barry paused his strokes as he looked at the mess on his groin.
“Use that,” Mr. Strong said firmly, “Best lube in the house.”
Barry’s breath hitched. The thick, warm fluid made everything obscenely wet. He kept stroking, faster now, his face burning as the wet sounds filled the space between them.
The huge brute leaned back, one arm still behind Barry on the couch.
“That’s it,” he murmured, “Keep going. Let’s see what you’ve got.”
Barry’s eyes stung. He hated how hard he was. He hated that Mr. Strong’s seed was making it feel better. He hated that some small, traitorous part of him wanted to hear approval from the older man.
“Uh-oh,” the burly man cackled, “Little guy’s about to blow!”
Barry ignored him as he grunted softly, relaxing for a moment as he came, three small dollops of cum on the hem of his scrubs. He sighed with momentary relief before he silently compared his meager offering to the deluge of cum still slick on Mr. Strong and Barry.
“You’re alright, kid,” Mr. Strong cried, slapping the thin nurse’s back so hard he almost toppled from the couch, “Go clean yourself up. We got one more round to go.”
************
“Answer damnit,” Barry growled as he looked at himself in the mirror. He had worked to clean himself for the last twenty minutes. His scrubs were so soaked that he removed them, finding a small sense of normalcy after removing the wet, weighted outfit.
“Facetime me,” Jessie said quickly, before hanging back up.
Barry paused, a part of him not wanting his girlfriend to see him so distressed. But he relented after removing as much of Mr. Strong’s scum from his face as he could.
“Holy shit, babe, are you naked?”
“No,” Barry shot back, looking past his girlfriend’s shocked face at the safety of their motel room.
“W-what happened?” she asked.
“HE happened,” Barry replied, “My shit’s soaked. I stink. He…he made me…”
“What, babe?” Jessie pried.
“Nothing…it’s nothing…I want to come home…”
He looked at the genuine concern on Jessie’s face, wishing he were back there with her, as they both sat silently for a long moment.
“Come get me,” she offered, her face resolute, “I’ll finish him off.”
“He’s…he’s an animal,” Barry croaked, looking at the pile of cum covered scrubs and towels he had used to clean himself, barely registering her offer.
“I’m serious, babe, you’ve done enough.”
Barry was deep in thought. He could barely hear her words. The old him, the one before this whole ordeal started, would have taken her up on it.
“We’ll figure it out,” he thought.
“There are other assignments,” he told himself.
Barry raised his eyes from the mess on the floor, pausing as he looked deep in her eyes.
“It’s okay. As you said, he’s in pain. He needs me. I’m… I’m going through a lot over here. But he’s…he’s making sense.”
Barry’s eyes widened, begging his girlfriend to understand, even as he kicked himself for how easily the confession escaped his lips.
Jessie nodded, her brow furrowed. She wished she could be there with him.
With Jonas.
“This is all so weird,” she whispered, her eyes looking past the phone at the wall of the motel room, “I know we need to grow up, but it’s like, I never expected all this. It’s so much…”
Barry couldn’t help but chuckle as he thought of the two massive loads he had taken that day.
“It’s so much,” he thought, his brain relaying it almost sweetly.
“Say something, Bear…”
Barry met her eyes, nodding, “I’m gonna finish him up. We can talk about it when I get home…I mean, get back…”
“You sure?” she asked, her eyes questioning him.
“Y-yeah…It’s just one more…I got him…”
“Be safe, babe,” Jessie said, her face falling as the screen went dark.
**********
Barry stepped out of the bathroom wearing nothing but his black boxer briefs. They were soaked through with Jonas’s cum and clung uncomfortably to his skin. He had tried to rinse himself off, but the dried streaks were still visible on his neck and in his hair.
Jonas was sitting on the couch watching TV. He glanced over and patted the cushion right beside him.
“Come here.”
Barry walked over and sat down.
Jonas immediately lifted his thick arm and pulled Barry in close, tucking him against his side. Barry’s smaller body fit neatly under Jonas’s heavy arm, his bare skin pressed against the older man’s warm, hairy torso.
Strangely, Barry felt himself relax.
He should have felt humiliated sitting there half-naked and covered in another man’s cum, but instead, there was a quiet sense of ease beneath Jonas’s weight. His body was solid and steady. For the first time all day, Barry’s mind wasn’t racing.
Jonas didn’t speak right away. He changed the channel until he landed on a nature documentary.
On the screen, a large male lion was moving through the grass toward a pride.
Jonas let out a low, amused sound and pointed at the lion with the remote.
“That’s me.”
Barry stayed quiet, watching as the lion drove off a younger male that had wandered too close to the females.
Jonas looked down at him, still tucked under his arm.
Barry felt his face warm, but he didn’t pull away.
On screen, the male lion had reached the females. He singled one out and mounted her from behind, gripping her tightly as he began to breed her.
“And that’s you and Jessie.”
The gaunt nurse stayed quiet. The last of his masculinity was begging him to argue. Wanting him to say he wasn’t some weak female being mounted.
But the words wouldn’t come.
Because deep down, something about it felt…true.
Jonas gave Barry’s shoulder a small squeeze.
“You two have been drifting for a long time,” he said.
“No real direction. No one to answer to. Just moving from place to place like you’re still kids.” He paused. “How long were you planning on living like that?”
Barry was quiet for a moment before answering.
“…We didn’t really have a plan, Sir.”
Jonas nodded slowly.
“Exactly. No plan. No one is steering the ship. Just the two of you pretending that was freedom.” He looked down at Barry. “When you’re here, though… when I tell you what to do… You don’t seem lost anymore.”
Barry stayed silent.
Jonas continued, his voice calm.
“You’ve spent your whole life trying to figure things out on your own. Trying to be the one who makes the decisions. The one who protects her.” He gave Barry’s shoulder another firm pat. “But I don’t think that actually suits you. I think you’re more comfortable when someone else is in charge.”
Barry didn’t respond, but he didn’t argue either.
Jonas let the silence sit for a few seconds before speaking again.
“When you’re following orders instead of giving them… when you’re doing what you’re told instead of trying to lead… how does that feel?”
Barry’s voice was quiet when he finally answered.
“…Easier.”
Jonas nodded, satisfied.
They sat like that for another moment, Barry small and quiet under Jonas’s heavy arm, until Jonas finally spoke again.
Jonas stood up slowly.
Barry remained seated on the couch, looking up at him. Even soft, Jonas’s heavy cock hung thick and low between his legs, still glistening from earlier.
Jonas looked down at Barry with calm authority.
“Take these off,” he said, nodding at his stained, stuffed underwear. “Now.”
**********
Jessie paced the apartment. Her day of rest had done wonders for her physical well-being, but now she was filled with concern for her boyfriend.
“He can’t handle this…him,” she thought to herself as she fiddled with her phone, hoping strangely that Barry would call and admit that servicing Jonas was too much for him.
A day away from the mature man’s musky manly presence had cleared her mind.
At least a bit.
She was torn between thinking about Barry and what Jonas was probably putting him through, and fighting off imagining herself back in the dreary, semen-soaked apartment.
She paused, mid-pace around the cramped motel room, her finger hovering over the dial button.
“He needs me,” she whispered aloud. Not sure if she meant her sweet, boyish boyfriend or the hairy, huge-cocked man who had captured her fascination just a day before.
***********
Barry winced as he lifted his thin arms and wrapped his tired hands around Mr. Strong’s thickening shaft.
“How does he get so hard?” Barry wondered, thinking of his own small penis, and warming to the fact that Mr. Strong was more of a man than he could ever hope to be.
“Yeah,” the huge man moaned, “It likes you, boy…”
Barry found himself looking up at the mountainous man’s body, reveling in the power and strength radiating from his heaving gut and hairy chest. The tiny nurse melted as the brute rested his heavy hands on his bony shoulders.
“Is this good?”
“So good, sport…so good,” Mr. Strong sighed glowingly.
Barry bit his lip as his fingers throbbed. Hours of endlessly stroking had rendered his digits almost numb. He steeled himself, intent on finishing the job. But his movements grew erratic as his limbs failed to follow his softened mind’s directions.
“Having trouble down there,” the burly man asked, staring down perturbed, his jowls pooling below his trimmed goatee.
“My hands are on fire, sir,” Barry whimpered, “I can’t keep up…”
“Here,” the bear-like man said, moving his ham-like fists and placing Barry’s thin arms by his side.
“Let’s try another way…”
Barry’s eyes flew open as the oaf quickly grabbed him by his sweaty, cum-soaked mane and pulled his face the short distance between them, rubbing Barry’s sharp facial features against the underside of the pulsing, veined bolt.
“Mister…Puh….please…”
Barry was babbling as the huge man rubbed his face against his sweaty, smelly man meat, using his tired visage like a mop.
Barry tried to pull back, but Mr. Strong had an iron grip on him. He tried to look up and plead, but all he was was sweaty cock meat. Defeated, he sank his shoulders, letting the brute guide the action.
“Open wide for me, princess,” Mr. Strong growled, taking a hold of his thick cock and pressing it against Barry’s pursed lips.
Barry’s thin lips stayed pressed together for a long second as the fleshy, powerful glans pressed at his lips like a battering ram at the gates of a soon-to-be-conquered castle.
“Don’t,” his inner monologue begged.
“You can figure this out,” he told himself.
“He needs me,” another wicked voice cried louder in his muddled mind.
“Be the man,” his mind cried out, like a death rattle.
Barry sighed, feeling the heat and power radiating off Mr. Strong’s rotund belly.
Barry had opened his small mouth to protest, but his words were pushed back down his tired throat as the man’s broad cock-head breached his lips.
“I…GLACK…”
“Muh…GLUUGGG…”
Barry’s eyes were wide as they looked down at the first two inches of Pringle-can thick cock nesting in his mouth. He wretched every time Mr. Strong swayed his hips, His manhood claiming more space in his stretched cakehole.
“Quiet now, kid,” Mr. Strong moaned as he lifted his tree trunk leg and leaned forward, hilting another fat inch inside Barry’s face.
The thin nurse fell backward, his body questing for escape, but finding only the sweat-soaked back of the couch, ending his attempted retreat as Mr. Strong began fucking his mouth in short strokes that introduced more of his thickness inside Barry’s maw.
“Perfect use for you, squirt,” the older man said triumphantly, “I knew you’d fold like a little bitch once you got a taste of a real man.”
Barry’s mind blazed with rebellion, but his mouth was full of Mr. Strong’s meat, punching at his uvula recklessly, rendering any hope of words hopeless.
“GLRAAHH…MUHMFHHH…FRRRLLMM…”
Barry’s muffled mutters were soaked beneath a deluge of his saliva that poured through the edges of his tired mouth, dripping down his chin as Mr. Strong pumped with purpose.
“Gonna…have,” Mr. Strong growled between gasps, “A…great…story for old Jessie tonight, huh, wimp?”
Barry’s eyes flew open, horrified, thinking of how he would explain this to his waiting girlfriend, even as Mr. Strong’s grip on his sweaty hair made it look like he was nodding in the affirmative as the ferocious face fucking continued.
“GlagGlagGlagGlagGlag…”
The sounds of Mr. Strong defiling Barry’s face rang through the musky living room as the brutal blowjob continued for another long few minutes.
“Haaah…” Barry’s throat cried as the big-cocked behemoth removed the five thick inches of cock from his pained jaw, reveling in the semen and sweat-scented air that rushed his lungs.
He had only a moment to relax before Jonas landed with a heavy thud beside him.
Barry’s skin crawled as the sweaty, hairy man’s body pressed up against him, but he relaxed as something deep inside him triggered his lithe frame to feel calm.
Safe.
At peace.
“Are…are we done?” Barry asked, his spirits sinking at the sight of Mr. Strong’s pulsing pillar standing turgid between his huge, fat thighs.
“What do you think, fairy?”
Barry’s mind melted as he felt Mr. Strong’s heavy paw push him to rest his tired, long-haired head on his bulbous gut.
Barry came to admire the sight of the huge cock waving before him.
“Open up,” Mr. Strong commanded, gripping the veiny shaft and pressing it against Barry’s lips.
Barry felt so small sandwiched between the older man’s mixture of fat and muscle, powerless, he opened his tired maw and accepted the blunt cock head back inside his oral cavity like an old friend.
Mr. Strong held Barry’s head in place as he bucked his heavy hips against the couch cushion, each gyration ending with a wet sound from his skin on the cum soaked cushion.
“I think we’re done with all that, “I’m the man bullshit,” right, boy?”
“GLARK…GLARRR…”
Barry gargled a weak croak against the sweaty cock meat engulfing his gullet, as the pistoning pillar of flesh induced quacking noises that made the brute chuckle.
“Thought so,” Mr. Strong replied, as he stifled his laughter and focused on using the tired nurse’s face to make him cum.
Barry closed his eyes and held his mouth open as wide as he could, allowing his mature patient access to the depths of his maw.
“Real team player,” Mr. Strong hissed.
Barry’s eyes shot open as he felt the huge man’s free, huge hand run down his bony spine, his sausage-thick fingers coming to rest on Barry’s upturned ass.
“MFPPFHH,” Barry yelped around the cock in his mouth as he felt the mature man’s ham-like hand swat his ass with purpose.
“Learning your place,” Mr. Strong said as he delivered another powerful spanking to Barry’s narrow behind.
“YERFFSS!” Barry chortled, wetly.
“Good boy,” the older man replied, his voice filled with satisfaction, as he added a final, possessive swat to the thin nurse’s upturned ass, “But I gotta be sure…”
Barry cried around the thickness wedged in his throat, trying to protest, as he felt Mr. Strong peeling down his soiled underwear. He began bucking his lithe frame on the huge man’s lap, trying to wrest himself free as he felt Mr. Strong’s index finger poking against his virgin asshole.
“PFFWSSS…MUTRRR…STRONNNN…”
Barry’s muffled pleas and his quick movements were in vain. The massive beast of a man had his hair in a vice-like grip as he fucked his face, and Barry found no leverage against Mr. Strong’s hairy, sweat-greased body.
“Shhhh,” Mr. Strong growled, “Time for me to check out your little pussy, princess…”
Barry felt his body tense as Mr. Strong’s bulky finger entered his tight hole. The sweaty nurse froze, his mind on fire as he was probed on both ends by the huge-cocked behemoth.
“Be the man,” he said in his head, the words floating off to who-knows-where.
“For Jessie… the m-money…” The last vestiges of his manhood screamed in his mind as they melted like sand against the never-ending ocean tide.
“Helping him…” Another thought blazed, replacing his prior plea.
Barry went limp as he submitted to the whims of his mature patient, listening to the wet sounds coming from his aching mouth and his defeated, splayed rosebud. He cringed as his toes curled on the semen-soaked couch. Mr. Strong was firing his thick finger across Barry’s prostate, curling it wickedly inside him. The lithe nurse felt a rush of love and hate at the foreign pleasure buzzing in his bottom.
“Cum for me slut, cum for Daddy,” the brute huffed.
He didn’t want to. He kept telling himself that. He loathed older, mature men who thought they owned the world. Thought they could do whatever they wanted. He hated them. But Mr. Strong was something entirely different. Barry felt his lithe body manipulated by the brutish old man, as if he was forcing his dominance inside the poor, young male nurse. Mr. Strong’s words and his pressing appendages bend the confused young caregiver to his will.
“FUCCKKGLARGGGG…”
Barry’s battered bunghole squeezed around the pounding sausage finger, as his body went rigid.
He came, his turgid penis cumming violently against Jonas’s stomach. The orgasm hit him so hard his vision blurred.
“Fuck…fuck…fuck,” Barry howled, between gasps of air. Mr. Strong had removed his club-like cock, allowing Barry the sweet taste of stale air in his lungs as the brute began batting his still rampant beast against Barry’s wet face.
“Awww, she came,” Mr. Strong howled with satisfaction, still gripping Barry’s mane as he owned him.
“But now it’s my turn,” the giant man crowed.
Barry’s mind was mush as he watched Mr. Strong grip his veiny cock in his hands and start stroking with a blinding, purpose-filled pace. The tired nurse’s face burned as the mature man’s wet knuckles battered his visage from forehead to chin with each mighty pull of his cock.
“Are you close?” Barry asked, hating how it sounded like a wanton moan instead of the cry for help it actually was.
“Open up, you little shit!”
Barry yelped as Mr. Strong pulled painfully at his cum-covered mane. It jolted his mouth open, but before Barry could protest, he felt his jaw almost crack as the mature man’s bucking beast filled his aching maw.
“Fuck! God!”
Barry’s body bounced as Mr. Strong unloaded down his throat. He could barely taste the hot, thick cum as it chugged down his bruised throat, sloshing in his belly.
“Shit! Fillin’ you up bitch! GraaHHH!!!”
Barry felt like he might pass out as his belly rumbled with satisfaction, filled so full his belly protruded softly, rounding slightly, filled with Mr. Strong’s muck. He opened his eyes, looking sadly at the slight, shameful curve of his lower belly, which looked pregnant with the older man’s cum.
The sight made his face burn.
“P-please,” he begged in his frayed mind, wishing for the unwanted filling of his belly with man-juice to end.
Barry’s prayers were answered as his face was assaulted by heavy, hot volleys of Mr. Strong’s spunk, striking his facial features with a learned precision.
“Daddy’s cumming, boy!”
Barry relaxed as more cum struck his languishing, he watched as more cum flew forth, flying skyward and landing on both of their bodies, coating both men in Mr. Strong’s hot, wet cum.
“M-more, Daddy,” Barry whispered as he began to bask in the splashes of wetness on his body.
“Fucking shit…Ahhh God…Fuck!”
Barry sighed, defeated as the cock kept cumming, striking each of their writhing bodies with hot pulses of Mr. Strong’s viscous jizz.
“Get that last little bit,” the huge man howled through deep breaths, swatting Barry’s cum-drenched head for emphasis.
Barry was heaving for air, but obeyed, tiredly raising his cum-covered face and running his tongue along the huge man’s pillar, lapping up smaller burps of semen that bathed the small nurse’s mouth with salty, musky flavor.
Barry slumped, defeated, his lithe body rose and fell, lying against Mr. Strong’s sweaty, hairy, prodigious boiler. The rhythmic movements of the huge man coming down from the colossal cumbath helped to soothe the thin nurses’ rush of shame.
“Move wimp,” Mr. Strong crowed, brushing Barry aside as he lumbered up, his heavy bones cracking at the effort.
“Gonna shower, you coming?”
Barry’s eyes blazed with horror at the thought of bathing with the sweaty behemoth. Even now, his huge, flaccid cock was dripping further dollops of cum on the soggy carpet as he stood before the nearly naked nurse.
“I…I better not…Jessie will be waiting…”
Mr. Strong huffed, a tinge of disappointment in his voice, “Suit yourself, you did well today, boy.”
Barry hated how his body flushed at the compliment. He opened his mouth to reply, but he was greeted with Mr. Strong’s wide, hairy back, recessing into the depths of the cum stained domicile, uncaring of the male nurse’s response.
“I’ll, uhhh, I’ll see you later, sir,” Barry called towards the back of the musky apartment as he pulled up his underwear and tried to wipe as much of the man’s thick scum from his body as he could.
Barry frowned as his reply went unanswered, feeling awkward as the sound of the shower turning on ran through the stinky space. He donned his semen-soaked scrubs and zipped up his jacket, hoping he wouldn’t encounter any residents as he made his walk of shame back to the rental car.
***********
Jessie jumped from the couch at the sound of Barry trying to enter their motel room. Her smile faded as her boyfriend entered, sulking and looking like he had just stepped out of a rainstorm.
But his hair, face, body, and scrubs weren’t covered in water.
The smell hit the small, blonde nurse like a freight train, almost like Jonas was in the room with them. She hated that her heart fluttered for a moment at the pungent, musky aroma.
“Holy shit, babe,” Jessie said, feeling the dampness enveloping her boyfriend as she dutifully hugged his slumping body, “You’re soaked.”
“Fucking guy is an animal,” Barry croaked, letting his medical bag fall to the carpet, his eyes falling as the box of medical gloves fell out, unopened, on the floor.
“What can I do?” Jessie asked, studying his eyes.
“Shower…please…” Barry muttered, overwhelmed with how inferior he must have looked to his girlfriend, covered in another man’s muck.
A minute later, Barry was relieved by the hot water rushing over him, soothing his tired muscles and removing the evidence of Mr. Strong’s use of his lithe body.
“Bear…talk to me,” Jessie begged, watching her boyfriend bathe, uncaring of the water dotting her legs.
“I…I don’t want to say it…”
“Babe, it’s okay, we’ve both been through it now,” Jessie replied, touching his wet hand.
“He opened my eyes, babe,” Barry whispered.
“Bear…”
“No, Jess, I mean it. I’ve never been around someone like him. He treated me like…like…”
“Like you were his to use,” Jessie said softly back to him.
Their eyes met as they looked at each other in the steamy bathroom. Confused, uncertain, but also, strangely changed.
“I hate old dudes,” Barry opined, breaking their gaze, “You know I hate them…”
“I do too, Bear. We’ve been through so much. But Jonas seems…different…”
“He made me call him sir and Mr. Strong,” Barry said, staring ahead at the pink shower tiles.
“Babe…”
“I swear I wanted to cuss him, storm out of there…” Barry replied, turning off the water and facing her.
“But,” Jessie said as she wrapped him in a fluffy towel and helped him dry himself off, feeling almost motherly as she assisted her tired, bewildered boyfriend into their bedroom, “You didn’t, you stayed…”
“I had to, at least, that’s how I felt at first,” Barry answered, sitting on the bed and staring ahead like he was lost, “But then, like, I wanted to…I wanted to help him…”
They sat next to each other on the bed, Jessie joining him, trying to find the spot on the wall that had him so vexed.
“I get it,” Jessie whispered, “I felt it too.”
Barry’s eyes softened as their hands moved to touch, “The place is so gross, he’s so gross, but I just…I don’t know…”
“You felt useful,” Jessie replied, reading his thoughts, “We’ve been living like kids forever, no rules, nothing tying us to anything, just doing what we wanted…”
Barry nodded, “Like serving him gave me purpose…”
They both slumped, wrestling with the shared, strange feelings buzzing between them.
“We’ve got a few more weeks of this, maybe we just…do what we have to do…take the money…and go…”
“Jess,” Barry sniffled, gathering himself as he cut her off, “I…Jesus, I can’t…”
“What, babe?” she whispered, keeping her voice soft.
“I…I sucked it…shit,” Barry croaked, staring at his aching hands, afraid to meet her gaze.
“Bear!”
Jessie’s voice came out sharper than she intended. She should have been disgusted. She should be furious at what Jonas had done to her boyfriend. Instead, a hot, guilty pulse throbbed between her legs at the image of Barry on his knees, Jonas’s huge cock stretching his mouth.
She hated how wet the thought made her.
“Please, babe, don’t…I was overwhelmed…”
“You sucked his cock?”
Barry wanted to melt in that moment, his fingers grazing the bed cover that beckoned him to sleep. He breathed in and replied as he looked at her eyes, “My hands were tired…I couldn’t help myself…”
His breath hitched as he remembered his recently reamed rectum, the shame of submitting to the huge, older man’s whims making his tired body flush, as he chose to keep Mr. Strong’s violation of his ass to himself,
Jessie became aware of what her face must have looked like to her broken boyfriend, realizing her slack jaw must have hurt him even more. She breathed in and steeled herself.
“No one, no man should have that power over people,” she almost hissed, feeling the need to affirm her embarrassed boyfriend.
Barry nodded at her words, feeling for a moment like the cum-drenched spell Mr. Strong had cast on him was lifting as Jessie took back control.
“We’re gonna fix this tomorrow,” she opined confidently, taking Barry’s hand once again, “Yes, we need the money. Yes, we were confused and trying to figure things out. But we aren’t going to let this man take advantage of us.”
Barry smiled at her weakly, hating that he only half believed her.
“You’re tired,” Jessie said soothing as she ran her fingers through Barry’s drying hair, “We should get some rest.”
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Barry rejoiced at the prospect of the humiliating conversation ending and at the opportunity to rest his exhausted body. He practically dove into the covers, joined by Jessie, nestling down beside him.
He sighed as he felt her small hand wrap over his side and rest above his belly button. He jumped as he heard her sweet voice in his ear.
“Bear, I’m so sorry. Are you hungry? You’ve got to be famished?”
Barry felt his body blush as he registered the feeling of his soft, distended belly, still full of Mr. Strong’s sloshing cum.
“N-no, I…ummm…ate with Mr. Strong,” he lied.
“Okay, get some rest, we’ll figure this all out tomorrow.
The two young lovers sighed as they lay in the dark. Barry was near sleep, even as Jessie stayed awake, playing out the planned confrontation with Jonas tomorrow.
They both jumped at the sound of Jessie’s cell vibrating on the bedside table.
Jessie reached over her thin boyfriend and retrieved her phone, her mouth falling open as she read the message.
“I want both of you here tomorrow, 10 am. Don’t be late…”
“Asshole,” the brace-faced blonde said out loud as she imagined what tomorrow might hold for them.
She stroked Barry’s hair as he slept, running through the last two days in her mind. Her breath hitched as something inside her betrayed her. She wrestled with the need to protect herself and Barry, and with the strange horniness that quivered in her loins beneath the covers.
She tried to reason with herself as her slight fingers ran down her skinny stomach, beneath her pink panties, and ran along her moist petals.
“You’re in control,” Jessie hissed aloud.
Even as she lost control, she slid her quivering digits inside herself.
To Be Continued…?
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