Embracing His Eyes 2
by Fahrenheit80
After his painful introduction into gay anal sex Sam underwent a radical change that stunned the people around him. Everybody agreed that he acted more childish than ever. To be more precise, he turned into a real bitch who wasted his time talking about himself and craving for attention. Spending time with his wife and children wasn’t his highest priority anymore. As a matter of fact, Sam didn’t spend time with them at all. He only came back home to have dinner or getting some sleep. Step by step Sam lost all attachments to his old life. He felt that the world of his rubber-clad skinhead was much more exciting than playing with his kids or planning their next family vacation. Looking at their current situation his wife was deeply worried about the future of their marriage. What was happening to her husband who was once a caring and selfless person? What was he doing at work? Where did he go every night? Was he having an affair? Was he cheating on her with another woman? Or was it a man? His wife fell into a deep depression without Sam taking notice of her suffering that was apparent to everybody but him. While he was having a great time the woman to whom he was bond by marriage walked through a dark valley. Matt did a great job to distance him from her and his children.
When Sam finally started to enjoy the idea of being fucked in the ass by a big fat cock the rubber-clad skinhead taught him various positions to expand his horizons. They did the Anal Drop, the Sitting Bull, the Crab, the Grand V, the Mirror, the Sleeper, the Spoon, Two Pillars, the Missionary and Doggy style. If Sam had to choose one of these positions it would be the Missionary style or any other position that involved looking into Matt’s eyes. He loved the expressions on his face when he was about to shot his load. The pain never subsided, though. Every time Matt’s big fat tool made his way into Sam’s ass it was as traumatic as the first time. But Sam became accustomed to it since his rubber-clad skinhead enjoyed anal sex a lot and the one thing that made him happy was putting a satisfying smile on his face. Matt’s sexual appetite, however, was insatiable. Almost every night he wanted to fuck the former Marine’s ass giving him no chance to rest. He wanted Sam to be a power bottom, craving for a total top who knew how to make him his bitch. He wanted Sam to allow every man with a monster cock to abuse him. He wanted Sam to completely forget about his straight life.
Their relationship reached another level the night Matt put him on a sling and repeatedly fucked him with no mercy. When the rubber-clad skinhead filled him with his warm semen for the third time in a row he told him, “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” was Sam’s response. Actually, he didn’t want to say it. The words just came out of it mouth. Before he knew what just happened it was already too late. When Matt planted a kiss on his lips Sam came to the realization that they weren’t just friends anymore. They were lovers. Since he entered his apartment for the first time Sam’s feelings for the rubber-clad skinhead grew steadily. He couldn’t imagine life without him. He wanted to be by his side. He wanted to give his body and soul to him.
“That’s all I want to hear,” Matt whispered in Sam’s ear finally feeling satisfied for the first time ever. There was no doubt that he was feeling the same. As a matter of fact, Matt had never felt that way with another man before. Was it true love? Or was just the idea that he managed to turn a married straight man into a slut that aroused him? Although he didn’t know exactly what it was, he could tell that it made him happy. However, it didn’t change the fact that Matt was still a twisted soul that was immensely turned on by his student’s transformation. Just a few months ago Sam the former Marine was living in a house with white picket fences. He used to give no second thought of getting his ass fucked by men. And there he was lying on a sling in Matt’s private dungeon and eating another man’s seed that was leaking out from his ass, dressed in a rubber jock-strap with his legs restrained. The handsome man he was looking at was his creation. And he was very close to the image of his perfect partner with whom Matt wanted to spend the rest of his life.
At the sight of his lover hungrily licking his fingers that were covered with his cum Matt decided that it was time for him to add anal sex to his hustling service. Moreover, he suggested him to join a secret brothel that was managed by two of Matt’s best friends, Frank and his identical twin brother Marc. By that time Sam was completely under Matt’s spell. He was in a state that he would do anything to please his rubber-clad skinhead. Besides, he already sucked off hundreds of men. Everybody knew that he would sell his ass to them sooner or later when he decided to become a full-time sex worker. Honestly, his new profession was a big turn-on. Before Matt entered his new life he would never have thought that he would quit his old job and make money by giving blowjobs, riding cocks and dancing in front of a crowd dressed in rubber gear that left nothing to one’s imagination. He was offering his body to men who were paying a lot of money for his service. To him it was more like a game that gave him the opportunity to explore an aspect of his sexuality he hadn’t been aware of prior to meeting Matt and he enjoyed every second of it.
But when did Sam start to embrace the person he was about to become? Moreover, did he ever feel that comfortable in his new skin before? Sam looked back on his old life. Back then he thought that he was a happy man. Then Matt invited him to his apartment leading him to rough sex and the development of a rubber fetish. In the end Sam came to the realization that he didn’t want to be the man he used to be anymore. His rubber-clad skinhead showed him that he had the potential to be more than that. Sam was a devoted muscle worshipper, an exotic dancer and a whore at heart. His tremendous enthusiasm and willingness for new things enriched the gay world. He was a specimen that drove a lot of gay men nuts. However, there was still a small part of him that prevented him to take the final step. Matt hoped that his student and lover would get rid of that part if he joined the secret brothel of his friends.
Thanks to his good looks, especially his muscular body that reflected his dedication to the gym, Sam was accepted by the brothel’s owners who gave him a room covered in rubber, leather and chains with a real prison door that perfectly indicated Sam’s preferences. His first client was a sixty year old bear-type repairman. Although he was in a committed relationship with a bartender twenty years his junior he frequently visited the secret brothel to release some steam as his partner couldn’t satisfy his sexual needs. He preferred fucking men doggy style and calling them pigs. Unfortunately, he had poor hygiene which was obviously one of many reasons why sex with his partner became rare. If it wasn’t for his dirty feet and bad breath it could have been a great experience for Sam. Instead it was a big let-down. His client’s fucking skills weren’t that great. Matt could do better. Most of the time the butch repairman thrust his cock into Sam’s ass with increasing speed without touching the soft spot. Just imagine it. Somebody is fucking you. And after thirty minutes you are starting to yawn. At least the repairman paid a large amount of money. Since he didn’t want to hurt his client’s feelings Sam pretended that he was enjoying his pitiful attempt to bring him to climax.
“Oh yeah, dude, that’s great! Breed me with your big hot cock! Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Fuck me! Show me heaven,” Sam shouted, faking a smile. In reality, he wished the repairman would finally shot his load, so he could go to the bathroom to get rid of the ugly odor. After that night the managers of the brothel established a new rule that every client had to take a shower and brush his teeth before fucking their employees. Sam never met the ugly repairman again. He didn’t miss him, though.
Sam’s next clients were three college jocks who were questioning their sexuality but didn’t know how to find the answers they need to go on with their lives. The secret brothel was very discrete with their clients and the best solution the three college jocks came up with. At the sight of their anxious faces Sam knew that they were first-timers and were in need for someone who showed them the ropes. Since Sam was in a good mood he gave them a discount. In return they had to exactly follow his instructions. One of them, a guy who just broke up with his girlfriend of three years freaked out and was already heading to the exit. But Sam managed to calm him down. He told him to lie down in his bed with the black rubber sheets while he pulled the young man’s pants down to his knees and enclosed his lips over his cock’s head slowly swallowing it. His two friends couldn’t get their eyes of Sam who demonstrated his impressive cock-sucking skills. Needless to say, their dicks sprung to life and they were about to cum just by looking at the hot scene in front of them. Of course, Sam did more than just deep-throating the three college jocks one by one. He allowed the bigger one to fuck him Missionary style while the other two jerked off until it was their turn to force their tools into Sam’s hungry hole. The room was filled with their moans. And sometimes there were screams of pleasure. With Sam’s support their first gay experience was something the three young men would never forget. One day they would turn out to be great tops. After the last one of them shot his load Sam explained to them the secret of deep-throating and recommended a few gay bars they should try out. The three college jocks were eager to explore their sexuality and were grateful for Sam’s advices.
In a short period of time Sam had several admirers who asked his services on a regular basis. Their age ranged from 21 to 70. Sam didn’t care if they were college students or retirees as long as they pushed his soft spot. His bank account continuously grew. Although he kept quiet about his work his wife became more and more suspicious. She urged him to tell her the truth. Where did the money come from? Was he doing something illegal? Why didn’t they talk anymore? “Even if you’re having an affair behind my back I’m going to forgive you. You just have to give us a chance to figure things out together as a married couple. Just talk to me.” But her words fell on deaf ears.
Sam wasn’t the man anymore she used to love with all her heart. As a matter of fact, the person who shared a bed with her was a total stranger. With his muscles growing his wardrobe changed over the months. But he didn’t wear his normal clothes. He preferred them to be skin tight so everybody could see the results of his workout. In addition, his voice and the way he walked were totally different and he was extremely shallow. Every time they went out to do some shopping together which was very rare he wanted her to confirm if people are staring at him.
Matt did everything to keep Sam busy increasing the distance between him and his family. He didn’t care if he was destroying other people’s lives. He didn’t care if his actions did nothing but creating pain. All he wanted was Sam to become the partner of his dreams. It was his happiness that he pursued. He might be the one who was responsible for messing up with Sam’s marriage and family life but he was also a man who had the right to love. After so many disappointments Matt finally had the chance to be happy. And he would do anything in his hands to keep him by his side making him a part of his world.
When Matt took Sam to his first Pride Parade, walking down the streets with their gay, lesbian and transsexual companions and holdings hands in broad daylight he thought he was leading him to the altar. Their wedding dresses consisted of black rubber pants, silver bracelets, knee length boots, ostrich feather headpieces and masks. They were surrounded by bystanders of different colors and shapes. There were men, women, children, police officers and a small number of religious fundamentalist whose hateful words were ignored most of the time. Those people were their witnesses. Although it was just his imagination it put a smile on his face. After two days of partying during Pride weekend Matt confessed his love to Sam. “You are the first man with whom I’m experiencing something incredible that takes my breath away. I don’t want to lose it. I want you to be with me forever. I want you to be the one who will stay by my side in good times as in bad.”
Sam returned Matt’s love. This time he was absolutely sure that it wasn’t just the hot steamy actions they shared behind closed doors or his admiration for his carefree attitude. It was true love. He loved his body. He loved his laugh. He loved his smile. He loved his strong arms that could crush him in a warm embrace. He loved his piercing eyes staring at him while his monstrous cock filled him with his tasty semen. He loved kissing him after he planted his seed in his ass. But when Matt asked Sam to move in with him the former Marine reminded him of his marital status. “You can’t have both of us,” Matt told him. “You have to make a decision. It’s whether me or your family. Don’t spend too much time in trying to find a solution for your situation. If you are making me wait you are going to lose me.”
When Sam told Matt about his problems at home the rubber-clad skinhead advised him to be honest with his wife. It took him great courage to face the inevitable, though. Sam admitted to his wife that her suspicions were right. He was having an affair. At first she was relieved that they were finally having that discussion. The situation turned to the worst, however, the moment he told her about his nocturnal activities. It wasn’t the details that shocked her but the way how he put his confession into words. Sam wasn’t ashamed of his actions. On the contrary, he was proud of them. Hours went by. His telling became more vivid. Sam didn’t notice his wife’s sobbing while he recalled every sexual encounter and the intoxicating atmosphere in gay night clubs surrounded by men who admired his body and amazing dance moves. He was killing her step by step. If she died right in front of him he would take no notice of it at all. He would keep telling her all the details. Sam was in his own world and there was no way he would give it up that easily. With tears in her eyes his wife asked him if he could imagine returning to his old life for the sake of his family. Sam didn’t give her an answer right away. He was hesitating. “Yes”, he finally said after a very long pause that seemed like an eternity. But his wife knew that he was lying to her. She knew that he didn’t want to turn his back on his exciting lifestyle that didn’t allowed his family to be a part of it. She realized that their marriage was over.
Sam moved out of their home the same night without saying goodbye to his children who were fast asleep. The game was settled. Matt was the winner. Finally, the man he loved was free to plan his future with him. They fucked like animals almost immediately when Sam entered his apartment and told him that he had chosen him over his wife. Matt tore off his lover’s clothes, literally shredding them into pieces. Then he threw him on the floor and jumped over his body. His hard cock found his way into Sam’s ass within seconds. They didn’t take the time to grease his ass with lube. The pain was unbearable. But Sam wanted it. He wanted to feel his cock inside of him. He wanted to make love to him. It was the best way to forget what just happened to him and his wife. In a tight embrace the two muscular men celebrated their freedom. They didn’t talk much. There was no need for words. Their moans and screams were just enough. They fucked for hours. They fucked in every position they came up with. They fucked, fucked and fucked almost breaking each other during every climax they experienced together as a couple. They fucked, fucked and fucked. The night was filled with the sound of happiness. There was nothing that could tear them apart. Whatever was going to happen to them from now on the rubber-clad skinhead and the former Marine would stay together for the rest of their lives. Still there was one last thing Sam had to endure before Matt could accept him as the partner of his dreams.
After a week they visited one of Matt’s friends, a man named Lionel Burke who was a plastic surgeon with his own clinic. At first, Sam was shocked when his lover told him that he wanted to transform his body to his liking. Wasn’t the amount of muscles he gained thanks to his special workout program enough? Men were admiring him. They couldn’t take their eyes of his incredible chest, his arms, legs and ass. He was close to perfection. But Matt wasn’t satisfied. He wanted Sam to be just like him, a heavily tattooed rubber-clad skinhead. “They will put you to sleep for a very, very long time. There will be no pain. It’s just like taking a nap. And when you wake up you will be the man I have always dreamed of. Your old life will be over. There’s no turning back. However, if you become the man of my dreams I will be by your side forever. It’s your choice. I won’t force you.”
Sam was completely enchanted by Matt’s words. He made up his mind and allowed the last procedure to happen to turn him into a happy gay man. Doctor Burke and his team were experts when it came to reshaping their patients’ bodies. There was almost nothing they couldn’t do. If their patients wanted to look like bodybuilders or top models they gave them the necessary amount of muscles, new faces and bigger breasts. They put them to sleep for a few weeks. And when they opened their eyes they would see that their dreams came true.
Matt didn’t leave Sam’s side. Every time the former Marine underwent surgery he prayed that nothing bad would happen to him. He witnessed his lover’s transformation and was aroused by the development. Finally, the day came when Sam would see the results with his own eyes. He found himself in a room with Matt smiling at him. “Welcome back, my sleeping beauty,” his lover whispered in his ear and pushed his tongue into his mouth.
It took Sam a few hours before he had the courage to look himself in the mirror. His jaw dropped the moment he saw his new appearance. His head was bald. There was no hair on his body with the exception of his eyebrows and a goatee. But what surprised him the most was the large-gauge septum piercing. The silver ring gave him a menacing look similar to a raging bull in an arena ready to kill any matador who tried to stab him with his sword. In addition to the septum piercing Sam noticed several rings on his earlobes and nipples and the black tribal markings that covered his body. They were almost everywhere, on his arms, shoulders, legs, chest and back. There were even black tiger stripes on his sides. Sam turned around to take a closer look on his back. The black tribal markings went down from his shoulders to his waist. Just above his butt cheeks there were eight black letters F U C K H O L E. That would be his main profession from now on.
Sam had to admit that he liked his transformation into a heavily tattooed skinhead. He even liked the septum piercing although it would take some time to get used to it. “Perfect” was the word that came out of Matt’s mouth. Then he showed Sam a present he would wear as long as they were together. It was a metal collar with a silver ring in the middle. Sam went down to his knees. The metal collar was closed around his neck. “Congratulations, Sam. Now you are one of us,” Matt said with a proud look on his face. “You still have much to learn. But I promise you that you will enjoy your new life. It will be a very long ride.” Sam threw Matt a sly smile before he pulled down the zipper of his lover’s skin-tight rubber pants and grabbed his hard member.
“That’s what I wanted,” Benny’s father told. “Sucking big fat cocks and riding them. There was no turning back for me. I could never be the man I used to be. Matt turned me into a rubber-clad skinhead.”
Sam sucked Matt’s cock like a hungry baby calf stimulating a cow’s udder to get a drop of fresh milk while his eyes were closed as he was surrounded by feelings of incredible joy. His tongue wrapped around the magnificent meat, greasing it slowly from the head to the base. Matt couldn’t hold it for a long. Moaning in ecstasy he shot his load down Sam’s throat. Sam made sure that he swallowed every drop of Matt’s hot and tasty juice.
Their celebration didn’t end there. As a matter of fact, it was far from over. Matt took his partner to the private dungeon of a friend with a bunch of muscle hunks waiting for them. Before Sam could say a word he was pinned down on the ground. Each one of the beautiful men took his time to ram his dick into Sam’s hungry mouth and brutally pounded his ass. Hours went by. The fucking continued until everybody was too exhausted and fell asleep.
“Matt and I were living happily ever after,” his father told Benny who was disgusted by all the details. “We were the perfect couple. We could to everything we wanted. Every day was a gay sex party. The best part of it we were making money with doing things we liked. I was selling my body to men who could afford my service. I was dancing in crowded nightclubs. I was having fun. When we launched our own fetish label that became an international success we didn’t have to worry about making ends meet anymore.”
Benny had finally had enough of his father. “While you were enjoying your lives mum was struggling to put food on the table by working dead-end jobs,” he shouted, recalling every night his mother came home late from work and cried over the unpaid bills. Still, she managed to raise three children on her own. “Mum sacrificed her health to get us through school and college. She cleaned other people’s homes and waited tables in a run-down diner. She is now suffering from arthritis and asthma. You let us down, dad. I’m sure that you didn’t waste a single thought on us. We had to count every penny while you and your lover were eating caviar and drinking champagne on your luxury yacht. I hate you! I hate you so much that I wished I was never born.”
“You have all the right to hate me,” Benny’s father said. “But it doesn’t change the fact that I love you and your sisters. There was no single day I asked myself what my kids were doing at that very moment. Did you get enough to eat? Were you doing fine at school? Did you have someone who listened to your problems? I offered your mum alimony. But she refused to take my money. She could have a carefree life. I tried to convince her to swallow her pride and accept my support for our children’s sake. She didn’t want it.”
After Sam left home he tried to keep in touch with his family. Unfortunately, he was powerless against his disappointed ex-wife and her homophobic lawyer. And then there was his partner Matt who didn’t want him to look back on his old life.
“Admit it, dad, he was more important to you than your own flesh and blood. You did everything he asked you to do. You were under his control. You were his slave.”
“Yes, I was. I wanted him to control me. I loved him so much that I allowed him to order me around. But I could never compare the love we shared with the love I still have for my children.”
“You stopped being a father when you left us,” Benny sobbed. “I missed you so much. I waited every day for you to return. But you never came. How could you? How could you just leave without saying goodbye?”
Sam put his arms around his crying son and locked him in a tight embrace. “I’m sorry, Benny. I’m so, so sorry. It was never my intention to hurt you.”
“But you did.”
“Yes,” Benny’s father said with a shaking voice. “I have no right to ask you to forgive me. I really tried to find out what my kids were doing all those years. I collected every little detail I got from your mother and my research on the internet. I know that you went to college. I know that you married a beautiful wife. I know that you have two daughters of your own. I know about your fight with that gay guy. I know that you’ve got divorced from your wife. It broke my heart that I couldn’t be with you. But you have to know that I love you. No matter what you did, I love you. Even if you turned into a homophobe I love you. I love you so much that I would do anything for you. When Matt died from a heart attack last year I was so desperate. I didn’t want to live anymore. I wanted to die. But I couldn’t go without making amends with the people who suffered because of me. Then I found out that you needed a cornea transplant. So I did something only a father could do.”
“What?” Benny remembered his mother telling him about his father’s death. He died in a car accident only one day away from his doctor’s call who informed him that a proper donor was found. “What did you do?”
Benny’s father smiled. “You know what, Benny? You have my eyes,” he whispered in his son’s ear and gave him a kiss on his cheek.
All of the sudden they were surrounded by a bright light. Benny tried to hold his father in his arms. He didn’t want him to disappear. “Please, don’t leave me! Don’t do it again!” Benny felt his father’s body slowly turning into thin air. He kept holding him with all his strength. Memories of his childhood flashed through his mind. He remembered his father putting him to bed. He remembered him telling stories about his heroic acts during his time as a Marine. He remembered him kissing his cheeks before turning the lights out and wishing him “Goodnight.””