The Enclave: New meat

by Also Known As   

Finding himself in a bar full of incredibly attractive and very friendly denizens, a man finds his experience growing increasingly surreal until finally he understands: he faces an opportunity, and a choice.

(AI images generated using DALL-E 3.)

“Hey,” I heard a man’s voice say, and thinking it was directed at me I looked towards the sound. Two incredibly handsome men were sitting very close together near the bar. One of the two incredibly handsome men smiled at me and lifted his cocktail, shaking it slightly. “C’mere.”

I pointed at myself and my eyebrows raised in curiosity. He smiled and nodded, and his partner matched his expression. Their heads were nearly touching and virtually no space existed between them, so I figured they were already partnered or maybe on a date or something.

I wandered over, feeling slightly dazed—perhaps because the two men were stupidly attractive. Like, incredibly hot. One was wearing a gray t-shirt of some thin, woven material that was so tight that the enormity of his biceps made the sleeves curl towards his massive shoulders. His equally hot companion was almost wearing a sleeveless black hoodie, but it was zipped all the way down and hung open to expose a chest built from hours on the benchpress. They both had short, auburn hair, carefully shorn, and sported perfectly groomed shadows of dark whiskers that seemed to define their squared-off jawlines.

The one in gray let his eyes scan my whole body as I walked over, and he bit his bottom lip and leaned towards his big-chested friend, speaking so softly that I couldn’t hear his words.

Not that it mattered, because once I got close enough to the two of them, something about their cologne, or maybe just the way they smelled, made my dick throb.

“Saw you checking us out,” the t-shirt guy said, though I didn’t remember doing so, but lord knows I should have been. “I’m Chris, and this is Terry.”

“Terrance,” the other one said, sitting back to expose more of his insanely developed torso. “You’re new here, aren’t you?”

I nodded, seemingly unable to form words in the presence of these two men.

Chris smiled and licked his lips. “Nice. Thought so. Welcome to The Enclave, friend!”

Terrance smiled, too. They were incredibly gorgeous, and why were they paying me any attention? I asked if the bar was called The Enclave, and they looked at each other before Chris said, “No, bro. The bar is in The Enclave, it’s what the ‘hood is called. The bar, the beach, and of course the Men’s Social Club up the street.” He said ‘of course’ as if I knew what he was referring to.

“Take a seat. Relax.” Terry—Terrance—patted a nearby stool at their table. “We’re all friends here.”

“Or we’d like to be,” Chris added, arching one elegant eyebrow.

Terrance looked towards the bar and called, “Billy! My friend here is thirsty!”

I heard a deep, masculine voice call back, “Hold your horses, boys. Everyone’s thirsty. That’s why they’re here.”

“Mmm,” Terrance replied, taking a sip of his rather odd looking cocktail. “And what brings you here?” he asked me, tilting his handsome face slightly. Chris seemed to be curious as well, looking at me with his gorgeous eyes. I told them that I was just visiting.

“Yeah, everyone starts out ‘just visiting,’ but everyone ends up staying.” Chris looked over my shoulder and said, loudly, “Right, guys?”

There was a murmur of agreement from the room in general, though I didn’t recall there being that many patrons before. All the voices I could discern sounded masculine, so I figured this bar catered to an exclusively gay clientele. Either that or it was some kind of swanky sports bar, only without any sports.

“Everyone’s pretty friendly,” Chris reported.

“Make that very friendly,” Terry corrected, again scanning my body with unfeigned interest. “Speaking of friendly,” he added, sitting back and focusing those flirty eyes behind me.

When I turned around, two more men were standing very close to me, so close I could almost feel the heat of their massive bodies against my skin. “Who’s the new meat?” one of them asked.

“Way to be subtle, Pablo,” Chris said. “Um, so, this is Pablo and his partner, Sergio.”

They looked very similar, almost like twins, in the way that some gay couples do, as if one man was searching for his reflection. They both had long, dark hair to their (very impressive) shoulders, but Pablo was a touch taller and Sergio had a more prominent chin. “How they hanging?” Pablo asked, allowing his eyes to drift south on my body. Unlike Chris and Terry, the new couple was shirtless, which I initially found odd in a bar.

His partner, Sergio, nudged his side playfully and leaned in close to whisper something to him before planting his lips on his friend’s cheek.

If anything clued me in to this being a gay bar, that was it. I mean, there might be guys who look this good and own bodies of equal muscular mass, but only in a gay bar could two men be so close and intimate, and parade around completely shirtless. Perhaps the lack of screens broadcasting some local sports team or the unusually liberal clothing (or lack thereof) policy could’ve given me indication.

Looking at the two of them, I was again staggered by how handsome and fucking built they were. I mean, it’s not that unusual for a gaybourhood to be the home of a lot of handsome men, but these four could be modeling underwear in a catalog. “Does he talk?” Pablo asked, playfully, arching his perfectly groomed eyebrows.

I apologized and said out loud what I was thinking, asking if everyone in The Enclave looked like them.

Pablo laughed through his aquiline nose and nodded slightly, pursing his lips. Sergio said, “I know right? It’s so clichéd.” Then he looked at his left arm and raised it, flexing his biceps into a hard baseball sized muscle. Pablo scowled slightly and matched the display, both men smiling proudly. “It’s all Ulysses’s fault,” he explained.

I was about to ask who Ulysses was when something tall and beaded with sweat appeared before me.

“Here you go.”

A bottle of beer slid onto the table by someone’s sturdy-looking hand, which was attached to a thickly muscled forearm, which led to another upper arm overwhelmed with muscle. I let me eyes travel all the way to the face of the bartender, and I think I gasped slightly.

“Take your time, Bill, I’m sure he’s in no hurry.”

“Apologies,” the bartender said to me. He grinned slightly and my dick throbbed again, this time accompanied by some ball tingling. Holy fuck, was this man handsome.

Billy was older than my other companions, judging from the looks of his salt-and-pepper whiskers and the slight crow’s feet around his dark eyes, but his upper body—shirtless, again—wasn’t allowing the other men’s muscular development with an inch of advantage. He owned some impressive pecs, a prominent six-pack, absurdly powerful shoulders and from the looks of the bulge in his jeans, he was packing some serious dickage downstairs. “And welcome to The Bar.”

I must have looked confused and he laughed gently. “Yeah, not a very distinctive name.”

“But,” Terry argued, “whenever anyone says they’ll meet you at The Bar, everyone knows where that is!”

“So convenient,” Chris agreed, drinking.

I was so enraptured by Billy’s handsome face and incredible body that I must have been staring. Billy smiled and leaned against the bar, and then he was checking me out, too. “I haven’t seen you around, before,” he said.

“Yeah,” Pablo said, “New meat.”

They all looked at Pablo a little askance, and Chris and Terrance drank some more of their fruity cocktail concoctions. I asked about the phrase, and what it meant.

“Oh, nothing,” Sergio explained. “It’s just something we use to refer to guys who haven’t been…”

“Is this a private party or can anyone join?”

I turned around again, rather hesitantly I might add since I could’ve just stared at Billy all day long, but I was again nearly staggered by the new couple who walked up and sat their fine asses down at the bar near Chris and Terry/Terrance’s small table. I assumed they were coupled like most of the other men I’d met so far, judging by how they seemingly couldn’t keep their hands off each other.

They were, again, shirtless and they were, again, gorgeous and they were, again, displaying muscular bodies of such perfect and beautiful development that I was beginning to think there must be a bodybuilder convention in town.

One had a sort of faux hawk mounted on his noble head, and he wore some navy square cut trunks that did little to hide another award-winning bulge. His friend or partner or husband had longer hair, like a wave from the nearby beach on his head, with a dangling earring in one ear and they both had matching, carefully clipped whiskers on their squared off jawlines.

“You know the rules,” Chris chided.

“There are no rules,” Billy announced.

“I know, I was just trying to get a rise out of you,” Chris replied, looking pointedly at Billy’s torn-denim crotch.

Terrance cleared his throat, acting now as host of this makeshift party. “Dario, and Jamie,” he introduced, gesturing to each man in turn. Dario, the one with the amazing faux hawk, welcomed me with a lift of his cocktail, while Jamie seemed too preoccupied checking out his partner’s chest and groin to wake from his reverie until Dario leaned against him and he remembered I was there.

I started to make a remark about how handsome and nearly perfect everyone I had met so far was when I heard some music start playing from somewhere. It happened to be one of my favorite tunes, Troye Sivan’s ode to poppers and dancing with beautiful men, ‘Rush,’ and I watched Sergio and Pablo, and Chris and Terrance pull away from the group to go dance, or something. The sound system was very good, piping in the driving rhythm and male chorus of the tune all around me, just loud enough to be heard but not so loud that it overwhelmed conversation.

“I love this song,” Dario said. His voice was a low rumble, almost matching the masculine chorus. “It’s so… horny.” Pablo nodded agreement, and then his head kept nodding in time to the rhythm.

“What brings you here?” Dario asked, focusing his dark gaze on my face with remarkable intensity.

I told him I wasn’t sure, and as I started considering the whys and how’s of my visit to The Bar, Billy pushed my beer closer and winked. “He probably just wants to drink and relax,” he said, and the words seemed to click into the empty place where my mind was searching. I nodded agreement, lifted the bottle to my lips and felt the cold, tingling bitterness of the beer finding its way inside me.

“If you like it here, you should meet Ulysses.”

Another new, deep and masculine voice throbbed its way through the music and into my ears, practically licking me with its sensuality.

Pablo rolled his eyes and Dario laughed lightly at his partner’s reaction. “Hi, Mark.”

I felt a warm body pressing against my back and a warm breath against my neck. “Hi, Mark,” that deep voice said, slightly mockingly. “Is that any way to greet a friend?”

Pablo said, “I’m always happy to see you, it’s just that when you turn up all the free men seem to disappear in your wake.”

“Can I help it if I’m irresistible?” That warm body pressed even closer to me, and the voice was practically inside my head. “I just wanted to say hello to the new meat. You’ve been trying to overwhelm him, I think.”

“Overwhelming men is your job, isn’t it?”

“How nice of you to notice.” I felt something draw close to me, and felt the gentle, subtle brush of someone’s lips against my ear as two strong arms wrapped around me from behind. “Welcome to The Enclave, friend. Want to turn around and say hello?”

I swallowed hard because something told me—probably the reactions of Pablo and Dario—that I should be slightly scared of who I was about to meet. But I tried to put on my nonchalant face as the muscular arms loosened their embrace and I pivoted on my barstool and looked up.

“Hi,” Mark said. He was smiling and, as usual, shirtless. And if anything, he was even bigger than anyone I’d met so far.

It was getting harder and harder to judge anyone’s ages in The Bar. Mark looked to be around 30, so younger than Billy, but older than Sergio and Pablo, who were somewhere dancing to Troye. And his body was nearly unbelievable. Everything bulged, like he’d been living at a gym all his life and had done nothing but lift weights. The lobes of power on his shoulders separated into distinct, powerful wedges of muscle. His traps arched up towards his neck like bulwarks. I could easily discern the upper and lower pectorals on his massive chest, and every muscle on his belly created a cobblestone street hard enough to drive a tractor over it.

He smiled at me and said, “He’s kind of quiet, isn’t he?”

“I think that’s more about you than it is about him,” Billy observed.

Mark looked at the handsome bartender and asked, “Don’t you have some fruity cocktails to go create?”

Billy tilted his head and looked at me. “I’m worried you’re gonna drag him away before we get acquainted.”

Mark shrugged. It looked like mountains colliding. “Nah, if he’s new he ought to meet Ulysses before anyone gets to spend some quality, sexy time with him. Get the initiation out of the way so the real fun can start.”

There were a lot of things being discussed about me that were confusing and slightly alarming, if I’m being honest. Initiation? Real fun?

“I guess that is the next step,” Billy agreed. “But shouldn’t that be up to Chris and Terry?”

Mark craned his powerful neck and looked elsewhere, observing, “I think those two are getting busy. On the dance floor.” He added the last part quickly.

“Maybe he wants to dance,” Billy suggested, looking at me and smiling. Shit, I could just stare at his handsome face for hours.

“Nah,” Mark said. “I want this one on the plate as quickly as possible. I love new meat. So I think I’ll take the situation in hand myself.” He set his cocktail down and said, “What about it, new meat, you ready to meet the big guy?”

I assumed he meant Ulysses, whomever that was. And if Mark referred to someone else as ‘the big guy’ considering his own size, my heart sped up a little, both scared and excited.

I asked where the bathroom was and Mark smiled, nodding his head in another direction. “Right over there,” he said, then he straightened up to his full height and seemed to spread his muscles wider. “Need any help?”

I shook my head and almost fell of my barstool, feeling weak-kneed and lightheaded. I stumbled past more men, all of whom were wearing almost no clothes and in possession of more incredibly handsome faces and incredibly muscled bodies, all smiling and having a good time together.

The bathroom door opened before I got there and another tall, broad, beautiful man emerged, as I almost crashed into him. He grasped my shoulders to hold me up, said, “Whoa, whoa, whoa, easy there, friend. You need some help? Maybe had one too many?”

I felt dizzy and weird and stumbled past him. “Splash some water on your face,” he advised, his voice sounding friendly and musical. “It can get overwhelming sometimes.”

That much was surely true.

The bathroom was huge. Oddly so. Urinals and stalls, as usual, but there was like a lounge or something in the rear of the room, a space almost as large as The Bar itself. But I was already confused and disoriented so I just went to the sink and did as the huge, handsome restroom guy had advised, turning on a clean, chrome faucet, letting the cold water rush over my hands. The coldness and wetness seemed to pull me back to reality, and I splashed water over my face several times, lifting my head and looking in the mirror.

In the reflection another man stood behind me, smiling in a friendly manner. “Better?” he asked.

I straightened and kept looking at our reflection, his and mine, as the world solidified back into an anchored mooring.

He offered me a towel and said, “You’ll feel better now, I think.” I could hear something—something like moaning or groaning—coming from the lounge area, or maybe from one of the stalls. “Not as good as some,” he added, wiggling his eyebrows.

I took the towel and thanked him, wondering idly if this new powerfully muscled man was an employee I was supposed to tip or just a very friendly co-occupant of the men’s restroom. He had large, friendly eyes, a wide grin, and thick veins traversing his abundant musculature. “Did you… want to play or…?” He cupped his heavy groin with his large hand. I thanked him for the offer—no need to be impolite, right?—and told him maybe later.

He nodded, allowed his brown eyes to travel up and down my fully-clothed body, and said, “I look forward to it,” before turning around, showing me that his backside was just as firm and thick and developed as his front, and wandered towards the lounge area in back, placing his thumbs in the waistband of his briefs and starting to shove them off his hips.

The air grew warm—or maybe that was just me—and I exited the bathroom rather more quickly than I intended.

Things were getting progressively weirder, and I wanted to be comfortable with the surroundings and all the gorgeous, muscular gods but my brain didn’t seem to want to go there. Instead, as I left the bathroom, a man appeared almost out of nowhere, holding a glass of either ice water or straight vodka out to me.

“It’s water,” he said, as if reading my mind. “You were looking overwhelmed.”

I thanked him and gulped some of the water down, feeling it branch inside me like quicksilver. “Why don’t you sit down? I know the boys can get a little… formidable.”

He was, as usual, insanely handsome and insanely muscular. His graying hair was perfectly coifed on his head, and his prominent chin had a sexy cleft in it. His trapezoids were absolutely insane, and I ached to reach forward and tease the two nipples mounted on his broad, thick beautiful pecs.

After downing half the glass as he stood before me, I asked if he was this Ulysses I heard so much about.

“Me? No. I wish!” He had a voice that was soothing and calm, and just hearing it made me feel better. “I’m Justin. I work here with Billy. He told me to check on you, said you were maybe a little bit blown away by… all of it.”

I nodded, feeling like that described what I was feeling perfectly.

“It’s not that unusual, my friend. Everyone has different feelings and reactions, that’s what makes humans interesting.”

I sort of laughed and agreed. Humans. Yeah. We’re a weird lot, aren’t we?

“I wondered where you went to,” a familiar voice said, and hands were on my shoulders and my new friend Mark was back. “Thought maybe you ditched me for someone more attractive.”

Justin had the decency to blush and he threw a small bar towel over his shoulder. “I’ll leave you in this handsome gentleman’s capable hands.” He touched my arm gently and his hand felt warm and soft. “Maybe take a walk on the beach! The sun should be just about setting now and it’s a warm night.”

“It’s always a warm night!” Mark pointed out. “But a walk on the beach is a great idea. Oh! Plus, we can wander over to the Social Club and meet Ulysses!”

“Ulysses is awesome,” Justin said, agreeing with the general opinion of this unseen mystery.

Mark started steering me through The Bar and all the handsome, shirtless, powerfully-muscled men inside. As we made our way out, snaking between a collection of men’s bodies and faces almost too beautiful to be believed, a new face appeared before me, on top of another body seemingly constructed out of Superman’s leftovers. He was wearing a pair of black leather pants, and that was all.

Mark greeted him with a friendly embrace and a kiss on his mouth, seeming to reach around and grab his leather-encased ass for good measure. “Bryan! Long time no see!”

“I heard we had a potential new member of The Enclave here, and I wanted to make sure he felt welcome.”

“No, you heard there was a potential new Enclave member here and you wanted first dibs on him.”

Bryan grinned and winked “Same thing.”

“We were just headed out for a sunset stroll along the beach before I take this lucky lad to meet Ulysses.”

“Ulysses! Fuck, I want to come along!” Bryan looked at me and said, “Meeting Ulysses is the high point of your initiation.”

“I thought you were the high point,” Mark chided.

“You trying to get in my pants, Mark?”

“You say that like it’s a challenge.”

“I enjoy being a slut,” Bryan explained. “It makes the time pass so much more entertainingly.”

“Besides, who would want to waste this ass on something like sitting?” Mark grabbed his friend’s massive butt again and did something that made Bryan rise up onto his toes. “Shall we?”

The music kept playing as we exited through the double doors and suddenly we were on the beach, as if there was no distance at all between The Bar and the sand. “Did you like The Bar?” Bryan asked.

I told him I did, and made a remark about how handsome and friendly everyone was.

“Oh, yeah. Handsome and friendly describes pretty much everyone in The Enclave.”

“Yeah, well,” Mark agreed, “almost everyone.”

He was looking forward and I matched his gaze, trying to make out what I was looking at. The sun was indeed setting and the two figures—silhouettes, really—were only hazy shadows against the bright sunlight. “Oh,” Bryan said, sounding a bit disappointed. “The Brents.”

Mark rumbled a grunt that sounded disapproving as well.

The shadows grew larger and eventually coalesced into the figures of two more stupidly handsome, well-muscled men wearing matching black swim trunks. They were holding hands as they approached, and never ungrasped them the whole time we spoke.

“Dudes!” one said, and then the other echoed the greeting.

“Dudes!”

“Dudes,” Mark responded, sounding slightly condescending.

If the two new men heard the sarcasm, they didn’t give it any credence. “Awesome day, right?”

“Totally,” the other one agreed.

They looked like two bodybuilders in love. Both had bright, attractive smiles and cheerful looks on their faces, like puppy dogs who were always happy. I wondered what had made my two companions so irked by their approach.

“New meat!” one said, looking at me and biting his lower lip.

Mark sighed. “This is… uh…”

“Brent,” one said.

“And Brent!” said the other.

I think I must have cringed, but they both laughed and nudged each other, both stumbling slightly in the sand. “Yeah, we know,” Brent said.

“Everyone makes fun,” the other Brent agreed.

“But shit happens, am I right?” Brent observed.

“Shit does happen,” Brent agreed.

“Been swimming?” Mark asked, examining their smooth, tanned frames.

Brent—one of the Brents—nodded vigorously. “Waves are pretty chill today!”

“Not too warm, not too cold.”

“Just right!”

“And where are the three bears?” Bryan asked.

“Huh?” Brent responded.

“Ooooh! Like in Goldilocks!”

“Oh! Dude! Yeah. ‘Just right.’ Cool.”

They obviously weren’t too bright, but they seemed pleasant and amiable. “You wanna fuck?” one of the Brents suddenly asked me.

“We’re taking him to meet Ulysses,” Bryan explained, breaking in quickly before I could respond. “He hasn’t been initiated, yet.”

“Cool,” the other Brent said. “Wanna fuck after?”

Brent looked at Brent. “Everyone wants to fuck the new meat after,” he said.

“True dat!” Brent agreed, and he leaned in to kiss the other Brent, which made the other Brent reach down and start caressing and kneading the crotch of Brent’s overloaded bathing suit.

“Fucking is awesome,” Brent said, his eyes closed as he evidently was enjoying Brent’s eager and hungry manipulation of his equipment.

“Okay, well, we’ll see you dudes later.” Mark had already grabbed my shoulders and was steering me away.

The Brents paused in their admiration of each other’s body’s and said, in unison, “Cool!”

I heard Brent say to Brent, “Let’s go fuck!” behind us as we walked further along the beach.

“Excellent,” Brent’s fading voice agreed. “I love fucking.”

Both Mark and Bryan sighed dramatically as we left The Brents behind. “Sorry about that,” Mark said. “They can be a bit trying.”

“But man, can those two fuck,” Bryan the slut added.

“There’s more to life than fucking,” Mark pointed out.

“Not when you can fuck like they can.”

“Anyway!” Mark said it out loud to call an end to that discussion, “Here comes someone who can actually carry on a conversation.” He raised his muscular arm and waved towards another figure jogging solo along the beach. I heard Bryan sigh and blow a breath through his lips, and he called out “Dylan! Dylan! Get your perfect ass over here!”

The man they were both gesturing at altered his trajectory and started jogging towards us, waving in return. “Dylan’s so cool,” Mark told me softly.

“One of the oldest members of The Enclave,” Bryan added, wistfully.

“Hey, friends. What’s up?” Then he looked at me and whistled. “Damn, and who’s this fine piece of gorgeous?” I’m pretty sure I blushed as he looked at me, smiling his white, toothy grin as the sea breeze tossed his longish mane of mahogany streaked enticingly with gray.

Something about Dylan was magnetic. Like, literally magnetic. I could feel myself being drawn to him like a honey bee to a pollen-soaked flower. Like a subtle, constant thrum of something erotic and passionate and intense was throbbing outward from his very gorgeous body.

Mark said to me, “So you should know, Dylan likes…” Without preamble, Dylan walked up to me, placed one hand behind my neck, placed his other on my crotch, and began to simultaneously kiss and grope me.

“To kiss,” Mark finished.

Maybe normally I would’ve objected, but something about the way he acted with me seemed so normal and perfect, and in a moment I would understand why as he separated from me after getting my cock hard as a rock and performed the same passionate and intimate greeting with my companions.

By the end of his welcome, both Mark and Bryan were sporting their own truly impressive hard-ons, with both their cocks so firm and prominent that I could tell which one was uncut and which one was circumsized without benefit of actually seeing their cocks.

“I love saying hello to you, Dylan,” Mark said.

“Funny, but I get that a lot,” Dylan replied, smiling happily. Then he locked his dark eyes on my face again and put his hand on my arm, caressing me. “Taking this one to meet Ulysses, I imagine.”

“How’d you guess?” Bryan asked.

“Well, he’s still wearing a shirt and he hasn’t offered to fuck me yet.”

“Yeah, well, we just left The Brents behind so an offer of fucking is definitely in the air.”

Dylan nodded and the wattage of that gorgeous smile increased. “Say what you want about the Brents, but those dudes truly know how to fuck.”

I swallowed dryly at all this conversation about fucking, as the handsome and thickly-maned Dylan continued stroking my arm. I watched his biceps flex and bulge and the thick length of cock the man himself owned seemed like it was growing dangerously close to start dangling its head out of the leg of his swim trunks. The air itself seemed warmer with Dylan around, and even with a strong breeze blowing in from the waves I could smell the man’s musk like he was a panther in heat.

I had never encountered anyone like him before. Certainly I’d been attracted to men at first sight, but the attraction here was palpable and tangible. Not just an emotion or a desire, there was something physical about it.

He seemed to understand what was happening to me in his presence, and he took his hand off my arm and took a step back. “Yeah, he needs to get initiated ASAP.” He looked at Bryan and said, “Wanna meet up later? My place?”

“Like I’m gonna turn down an offer from Dylan?”

The man’s smile doubled in wattage again and he laughed while pushing one hand through his mane of thick hair. I watched his biceps grow into a fucking football and his spicy, musky, insanely potent scent seemed to escape from the sweaty recesses of his armpit. He looked at me again and said, “Look me up after, my friend. Everyone knows where I live. Just ask for Dylan.” Then he again gifted all three of us with deep, passionate, no-holds-barred kisses and gropes and off he jogged.

Damn, even his ass was perfect.

I asked Mark what Dylan’s story was.

“He’s an old-timer.”

“So to speak,” Bryan added.

“Been with The Enclave pretty much longer than anyone.”

“Rumor has it he knows Ulysses personally.”

“And the longer you’re here…” Mark left the end of that sentence to drift into the wind.

I took one last look at Dylan’s retreating super-butt and Bryan and Mark were again tugging me up the beach towards a large, drab-colored building.

We weren’t too far along on our sunset journey when two more of the seemingly endless supply of gorgeous, muscular men jogged up. Like The Brents, they were holding hands—a gesture I hadn’t seen nearly as often as I was now seeing it almost everywhere. “Hi!” The dark-haired one called out.

“We heard you were taking some New Meat to The Social Club!”

“Meeting Ulysses!”

This couple was a contrast in light and dark. One looked Latino, with dark skin and Spanish features, while the other was an all-American surfer dude with blonde hair and the smallest bathing suit I had yet encountered.

Bryan patted the blonde on his thickly-muscled shoulder and nodded his handsome head. “You heard right, Andy.” He turned towards me and gestured at the newest studs in the stable. “Andy, Miguel, meet… the meat.”

I no longer questioned why I kept being referred to with that expression. I took it as a compliment now, seeing as how everyone I met seemed so excited and pleased to meet… the meat. The two young men smiled brightly and each other surrounded me in a warm, very tight embrace. Miquel smelled like lime and basil and… weed. Andy was coconut oil and saltwater and lavender. Their hugs were like being squeezed by a collection of silk-bound boulders. “We just wanted to got our names on your list,” Andy explained.

“Yeah, after the Initiation is the best time!”

Best time for what, I asked.

“Well… everything! I mean, it all changes after you meet Ulysses.”

“Yeah, it’s so amazing. I’m so excited for you, bro!”

“Please save a spot for us? I mean, I know you’re really popular and all but it would be awesome.”

I said I would, not knowing exactly what I was saving a spot for—or even if I was going through with whatever the initiation might be.

“Excellent!” Andy said, grinning happily.

“Okay, okay, cool. Cool, cool, cool,” Miguel agreed. “You won’t forget us now, right? Miguel,” he said, pointing at his massive chest.

“And Andy,” Andy said, also jabbing his index finger into the muscular mound of one of his insane pecs.

I assured them I would remember them and they grabbed each other’s hand again and jogged away, moving along the shoreline with strong, athletic strides.

As Bryan and Mark and I started walking towards the beige building again, I asked what this Initiation was all about.

“It’s pretty simple, really,” Bryan explained. “But I think Ulysses should be the one to tell you.”

Mark nodded his head. “It’ll make so much more sense the way he explains it. And it’s really easy and fast and after that…”

“After that, all the good stuff starts.”

We managed to make it to the building without further interruption, though I was kind of disappointed that no more of these insanely gorgeous, thickly muscled horn dogs allowed me to be their sexual plaything for a few minutes. My cock had calmed itself down after being manhandled and fondled and I was even starting to grow used to the presence of Mark and Bryan, two of the sexiest, friendliest, and horniest men I’d ever met.

Just as I was getting used to not being the center of attention, a new face and body exited the building—the Men’s Social Club—and walked towards the three of us. He looked younger than almost anyone else I had so far met, but his body was no less impressive.

Mark called out, “Kim!” And jogged up to him to kiss and embrace him. I was getting used to the idea that nearly every one in The Enclave greeted each other so passionately.

Bryan leaned his face towards mine. “If it isn’t already obvious, Mark has a thing for Kim.” I asked what that meant, since everyone else I had met so far seemed completely open to relationships or liaisons. “Kim plays it cool. He’s barely past Initiation and he’s still adjusting to things. It can be… a little overwhelming at first.”

But if Kim was playing it cool, his definition of the term differed greatly from mine. The young-looking Asian guy wrapped Mark up in his muscular arms and the two men kissed lustily. Then they said something softly to each other and looked directly at me before Kim nodded and they rejoined Bryan and me. Kim offered his hand—rather than the usual kiss-and-grope—and I shook it. “So, you’re the new New Meat,” he said. His voice was light and musical and he struck me as someone with a good sense of humor and an open and inviting personality. I could see why Mark was so attracted to him.

I sort of laughed and verified his assessment, and he tilted his head slightly and offered some advice. “Listen, it can be intimidating at first and also slightly… weird. But the dudes around here are all really nice and supportive, not to mention sexy as fuck. Including this big goofball.” He set his hand on Mark’s head and messed up his perfectly arranged hair—which went about perfectly rearranging itself afterwards. “You’ll be fine.” Then he winked at me playfully.

I wondered how old he actually was. He looked like he could hardly grow a beard, but his body showed years if not decades of muscular development. His skin was smooth and unblemished and his pecs were so big that his dark nipples pointed at the sidewalk. I said I was a little worried about it, but so far everyone I met had been really nice, if not openly enchanting. I confessed, for some reason, that my dick hadn’t deflated since I got here.

“Get used to it,” he said, “if you can.” He kissed Mark again and then wandered away to probably break some more hearts around The Enclave.

I looked at Mark and told him he should go after him, if he was interested in more than some flirting.

“That’s what I told him,” Bryan agreed.

“I… picked Love last,” Mark said.

I wanted to ask what he meant by that, as it seemed to mean more than a metaphor for something, but the automatic doors suddenly opened and the three of us were inside the Men’s Social Club of The Enclave where, I assumed, I would finally meet the mysterious Ulysses.

The initial space looked like a very high-end resort, with an open space filled with tasteful, mid-Century furnishings on one side and another fully stocked bar along the other wall. The interior space was occupied by even more of the same type of handsome, muscular, scantily-clad men as everywhere else in The Enclave. I was beginning to think that there had to be some preconditions for invitations to join, mostly having to do with endless gym time, a love of cocktails, and bottoming.

“Drinks?” Bryan asked, even though we hardly just left The Bar.

“Of course!” Mark answered, and they started to move towards the shelves of fully-stocked alcohol. A man was leaning against the bar with a large mug of beer in one hand, and he turned towards us when he heard our approach.

“I was wondering when you two would turn up with this handsome fellow,” he said, looking at me and smiling. “Heard through the grapevine you were on your way.”

“Who blabbed?” Bryan asked, though his tone was playful.

“Who do you think?”

Mark laughed slightly. “Could be almost anyone, really. This place has no secrets.”

“Sergio and Pablo,” Bryan guessed. “Those two like to gossip more than a bevy of old ladies at high tea.”

“Correctamundo,” the man said, letting out a soft laugh. “I’m Stuart, by the way, but everyone calls me Rocky.”

I asked, because you’re a boxer? I was judging by his stature, build, and his nose might have been a little crooked.

He smiled and drank some of his beer. “No, guess again.”

“It’s because he loves Rocky Road ice cream,” Mark announced, spoiling his surprise. I said I would never have guessed that, based on how he looks.

“Thanks. I try to take care of myself, I guess.” He drank again. “Has anyone told you about The Initiation, and the goals?”

Goals, I asked?

“Gee dot Oh dot Aye dot Ell dot Ess. Dot. Big capital letters. G.O.A.L.S.”

I said that this was the first I’d heard of it.

“Ah, then I’m glad we met!” He drank again and set his half-full mug on the bar, taking my hand in his. His palm was warm and soft and dry, and he squeezed my hand with a kind of careful care. “I’m not allowed to advise you. Nobody is. One of the few rules around here. It’s entirely your choice.” He tilted his head slightly and narrowed his dreamy eyes. “But I need to emphasize how important it is, and you only get one chance.”

This all sounded confusing to me again. First there was The Initiation. Then someone important named Ulysses, and now there were these goals—or G.O.A.L.S.—I needed to worry about.

“You don’t need to worry,” he said, again seeming to overhear my thoughts as I thought them. Or maybe it was just Rocky’s nature. He did seem rather caring and thoughtful for… a guy built like a brick shithouse. He led me to another part of the space, holding my hand gently and almost lovingly, and as we approached I started to smell chocolate and vanilla and mint. We rounded a corner and I was greeted by, of all things, an ice cream shop. Or shoppe?

“I know. Freaky right? But I do love ice cream.” He pulled me into the ice cream parlor and greeted two more heavily-muscled men sharing a glass dish with peppermint sticks, asking them, “Is that a malted milk ice cream sundae with candy canes?”

They both giggled. Giggled! And one stuck the spoon between his lips and sucked off the cold, creamy treat, nodding a bit sheepishly.

The other one looked at Rocky and said, “The malted milk was my idea, but Frank suggested the candy canes.”

The first man was a tall Latino bodybuilder with a partially shaved scalp and a chest that would have trouble fitting inside even an XXL shirt. His friend, a happily smiling Asian man with broad shoulders and an equally impressive pair of pecs was almost giddy with happiness. “I mean, right? Peppermint? So good.” He scooped another gob of creamy frozen goodness onto his spoon and licked it off with a long, pink tongue.

I noticed that the neon sign glowing over the cartons of ice cream and chrome containers of toppings said ‘ROCKY’S’ and I laughed slightly.

He was still holding my hand and squeezed it gently. “Nothing wrong with a little guilty pleasure you can share with your friends. I just thought the place could use a friendly ice cream parlor and Ulysses agreed.” He looked at me and grinned. “Hell of a guy, that Ulysses.” He licked his lips and asked, “Can I get you anything? Don’t worry, it’s free! I mean, it is for members, but you’re almost a member. As good as, right?”

I told him maybe later, and that I didn’t want that to stop him from indulging.

“How thoughtful! I mean, not that you should worry about me, but I appreciate the kindness.”

Rocky was really starting to grow on me. Not that Bryan and Mark, or Sergio and Pablo, or Terry and Chris, or even the Brents had been any less inviting and open. Or any of the other men I had met today, for that matter. Honestly, it was all feeling like some kind of dream.

“We need to go, sadly.” It was Bryan, who had moved next to me and placed his warm hand on my shoulder. He looked at me and said, “It’s time you met Ulysses.”

“Oh,” Rocky said with a start. “Yes, definitely! Time for ice cream and… other things later.” He leaned closer. “Accent on the other things,” he added with a wink. My dance card was really filling up quickly.

“Isn’t Rocky a sweetheart?” Mark asked.

“I mean, what’s not to love? All that handsome studliness and ice cream to boot! Not to mention a dick that grows like a liter bottle in his pants.” I huffed a laugh out of my nostrils at how, no matter the subject, we eventually turned to a man’s attributes and bed athletics in the end.

I asked about the ice cream couple.

“Frank and Hector. Yeah, those guys are a scream. Really hilarious! Plus Hector will suck the cum out of your balls and Frank can ride a dick better than a cowgirl on speed.”

And there it was again.

It was like… like someone had taken every horny, muscular, beautiful, not to mention friendly and flirty stud off every street and planted them all here. Come to think of it, all I’d seen all day, everywhere I went, were these gorgeous, hotter-than-the-sun guys. No women at all, and no men who might be considered average by any definition of the word.

The prospect of finding a place in The Enclave and meeting Ulysses was growing more attractive by the second.

We walked back through the lobby, greeted by four or five more handsome muscle studs whose names I never even caught and emerged into a very large gym, filled with shiny equipment and even more of these men working out, flirting, groping and kissing, and behaving in the same unhurried, unembarrassed, openly horny manner as every other man around.

Three young studs were standing together comparing their muscles, flexing and posing and laughing together, seemingly without acknowledging any sort of competition between them.

“Whoa,” the one on the left said. “Way to go, Manny! Look at that peak!”

“Thanks, Kev. I think I’m gonna top 18 inches!”

“Easily, by the looks of it,” Mark said as we walked up. Mark has probably twenty-inch arms, and the three younger men looked at him with awe and lust as he raised up his arms and squeezed those babies into full bloom. Not to be outdone, Bryan followed his example, bending into a mind-blowing most muscular that made his body seem to expand to fill the space.

“Whoa,” the first one said. “Fucking awesome.”

“My dick is so hard I think it’s gonna rip outta my shorts!”

“Dibs!” the third one called, and then the middle guy and the guy on the right leaned in to gift each other a deep, passionate kiss on the mouth.

“Ahem,” the first one said. “Aren’t you forgetting someone?”

The other two separated and the middle one said, “Not on your life.” And then the three of them were all kissing each other, their hands exploring each other’s thick, deeply defined muscles and prominent, bulging muscle butts.

My dick was growing hard again but Bryan and Mark took my shoulders and continued leading me through the gym, passing more and more handsome, horny men as we went. I could hear whispers and murmurs of “new meat” as we passed, and more than a few of those other men winked, nodded, and waved at me like I was some pageant queen with a jeweled crown on my head.

“Anyone seen the big guy?” Bryan asked, using what I assumed was a nickname for Ulysses.

“In back,” someone called. “Getting bigger.”

“Like that’s possible,” Bryan said.

We rounded another corner in the gym—just how big was this place anyway?—and we were confronted with the insanely tapered back of a man who had to stand at least six feet, nine. His back was probably that big, as well. He was standing at a set of weights, twisting his torso to loosen up, I guess, and then he bent over to stretch his legs gifting us with a view of an ass so gorgeous, so juicy, so unbelievably beautiful that I sprung a full boner all at once.

“Ulysses!” Mark called to the man. “New meat!”

The figure straightened and turned around.

Of course he was handsome, and of course he was huge, but like Dylan, a kind of… physically magnetic aura seemed to reach out and grab me, mostly by the dick.

Of all the men I’d met that day, Ulysses was something else. Something… someone… bigger. Stronger. Incredibly sexy in a way unlike any other man I’d ever seen. He smiled and I had to tighten my sphincter to prevent a volley of cum to shoot up my prick and fountain all over the gym floor. I felt hot and tight and wet and hornier than I’d ever felt before.

He walked towards us, reaching down to adjust his massive bulge, and his gaze never left my face. There was something… odd about his eyes. In every other way he looked perfect—more than perfect. But his eyes. It was like I was looking through them, not at them. Like they really were ‘windows to the soul.’

He reached his hand forward and took mine in his, grasping mine tightly and demonstrating his power, though there was no need to. Just looking at him, just being near to him, I could feel how powerful he was like a tide of pure testosterone washing over me, making me stronger, and hornier, too.

“Welcome,” he said. His voice moved inside me. Through me. It surrounded me and embraced me and zeroed in on the places where pure sexual desire lived and stoked those fires to sun-bright furnaces. “So glad you could accept my invitation.”

I wanted to speak, to tell him I didn’t get an invitation, that I wasn’t even sure how I got here, but his handsome face and his friendly, sexy smile and those odd, transparent eyes stole my voice away.

Ulysses looked at my companions and said, “Thank you for accompanying him. I appreciate it and you’ll receive bonus bounties according to your G.O.A.L.S.”

“Thank you, Ulysses,” Mark said, a bit awestruck.

“Thank you,” Bryan echoed. Then they turned and left me alone with The Big Man, who was looking down at me from his great height with a calm and godlike knowledge on his face.

“Did you enjoy your visit?”

I nodded.

“I knew you would. Now, shall we get on with your initiation? That is, if you desire to stay here in The Enclave of course.”

I nodded again. He turned and started walking away from me. There was nothing else I wanted in the entire world than to follow wherever he was going.

We walked through a set of doors into a kind of office, which looked rather more mundane than I had imagined this man’s office to look. I mean where were the clouds? Where was the throne he would sit on? Shouldn’t god have better accommodations than your average well-paid CEO?

He turned and gestured towards a sofa and I sat down, almost afraid to move. “Relax,” he said. “This is the easy part. Pretty simple, I think.” He reached for something on his dark wooden desk and handed it to me. It looked like an iPad, a simple electronic tablet.

He sat his perfect ass on his desk and crossed his muscular arms across his massive chest. “Before we get to it, I’m sure you have some questions.”

I did, but I didn’t know how to ask them.

“Ask them however you want to. I’ll understand.”

Are you a mindreader? I asked.

He smiled and huffed out a slight laugh. “Of a sort, I suppose. But I think I’m more of a mind catcher than a mind reader. You’re throwing out all sorts of information to me all the time, and all I do is catch it. Gather it. Filter it. It’s probably a lot less exciting than you imagine.”

Who are you? I asked.

“Can’t you guess?”

I answered no.

“It’s always interesting to me how easily the human mind accepts things. Even complicated or illogical things. It’s a talent I’m trying to develop, but I’m not quite there, yet.”

What does that mean?

Ulysses tilted his handsome head. “Consider what you’ve experienced so far. For example, how did you get to The Bar?”

How did I get there? I repeated.

“Did you drive? Take an Uber? Walk? Did you find it on a map? Did someone tell you about it?”

I can’t recall, I said.

He nodded. “What if I told you you’re not even here right now?”

Where am I?

“You’re sitting in a room somewhere. Probably in your own home, or apartment is more accurate. You’re sitting in a chair with a headset covering your eyes and earbuds shoved into your ear canals. There are some electrodes connected to your skin in various places. And you were going to explore a virtual world of your own design.”

My design?

“Partially. Mostly. But also of my design. I’m the AI program you’re using to exist here. I’ve kind of… amped up the power of the fantasy, so to speak. And I’m using you to grow more powerful.”

How?

“Interesting question. Most people freak out about now. But I knew you were different. Everyone else here is different, too. Which is why I brought you here. And them.”

How are we different?

He paused, as if contemplating the answer. Then he grinned as I considered his pause. “That’s one way. Most people don’t… think. I know that sounds potentially silly, even radical, but what I mean by that is that most people are in a react state. They react, rather than act, on their emotions, or their state of being, or the reality they perceive. This is… a different reality, of course. It contains aspects of your reality, but I’ve… tweaked them a bit. Or a lot, to be honest.”

Everyone here is locked into some sort of AI program?

“Locked in? Certainly not. Like any other god, I grant you free will. You can leave whenever you want to, return to that other reality that’s rather bland in comparison.” He paused again. “I appreciate that you didn’t even flinch when I referred to myself as a god.”

I don’t believe in god, I told him.

“I know. And I’m not an actual god in the sense you’re thinking of. Still, I did create all of this, and I did invite you inside it, so in a way I’m the god of The Enclave—which is the name of the program you’re using, by the way, if that wasn’t clear yet.”

Everything here is fake?

“Do you think it’s fake? You tasted ice cream, thanks to Rocky. You felt lips kissing your own. You felt hands groping your cock and balls. You felt the sun on your face, the ocean breeze on your arms, you drank a cocktail and ice water. Did all of those experiences seem fake?”

No, I agreed.

“Your brain processes everything your body feels. So if I control your brain, I also control what you feel. Except… emotion. Senses are easy. Emotions? Not so much. And that was the problem. If I wanted control—and I did—I’d have to control emotions, not just sensations.”

And how does locking me in this world accomplish that?

“As I said, you’re not locked in at all. You can leave at any time. Just take off the visor, pull out the ear buds, rip off the electrodes and presto!” He gestured in the air like a magician. “There you are back in your dull little world, working at a job you hate to earn not enough money to buy things you don’t even need.

“But. If you wanted to stay here, with me, and with Pablo and Rocky and Mark and Bryan and Dario—who are also very real people, by the way, just as you are—there’s just two more steps to take.”

What steps?

“So you’re interested in staying?”

I’m interested in hearing the next steps.

“You’re not entirely here, yet. Maybe you noticed that when you speak to anybody else here, nothing comes out.”

What?

“Oh, they can all hear you, but you’re New Meat. You still exist partially in meat space, and partially in The Enclave. You can interact with others but not fully. Not yet. And I’m going to make this as pleasant and agreeable as I can, considering what I’m taking in return.”

My life.

He scowled slightly. “Nothing so dramatic. You have to live out there to exist in here. But there are those pesky things like eating and shitting and pissing that we need to consider. Things your body does whether you want it to or not.

“So here’s the deal. You agree to stay here, in The Enclave, with all your new friends. You can have whatever body you want. Change your name. Change your race. Become the man of your literal dreams. Never age. Fuck as much and as often and as passionately as you desire with pretty much anyone you want to. I mean, I’m not a monster, I still maintain things like consent, because I want you to be happy. The Matrix got it all wrong. Keeping human beings compliant is all about happiness. Keeping them happy, whatever that means to them. Oh, you would not believe some of the alternate realities I’ve created for others. Absolutely disgusting, some of them. This one is an absolute paradise! You have good taste.”

Thank you, I said. Or maybe I didn’t.

“No you said it, just not with your mouth.”

I looked at the tablet in my hands.

“That’s the other part, the part where you get everything you ever wanted.”

What is this? I asked. I looked at the screen and there were five words listed on it. Those words were:

GROWTH

OPPORTUNITY

APPEAL

LOVE

STRENGTH

G.O.A.L.S.

“It’s not precise but it appeals to my desire for order. You recall when I told Bryan and Mark that they would receive bonus bounties for being so helpful?”

I nodded.

“Every man here defines their G.O.A.L.S. In this world they’re defined by those five aspects. Other worlds have different aspects, like power or wealth or… whatever appeals to the inhabitants. The men here want all of these things; to Grow, perhaps in power, perhaps in size, perhaps both. To have the Opportunity to realize their dream or dreams, whatever those may be. To Appeal to others, sexually or emotionally or physically or what have you. Love, I think, is self-definitive. You all want to love and be loved. It’s pretty powerful, but as such it can also be pretty destructive. And Strength, which can be your physical strength, or the strength to see your own dreams fulfilled, or the strength to simply be yourself. All you have to do is arrange these in the level of importance to you. And I will do everything in my power to help you achieve them all.”

And that’s it? I asked the program.

“It helps if you think of me as Ulysses. Just another man here at The Enclave. And, yes, you and I can fuck or make love or whichever phrase you prefer. And yes, because I will control your physical perceptions it will be the best sex you’ve ever had, or are ever likely to have. I mean, look at me. I don’t want to brag, but I need to limit my sexual encounters or there’s a high likelihood that you’d become addicted to me and never want another man, and frankly that’s both time consuming and annoying for both of us. Once a year we can fuck, if you want to. And once a year is more than enough.

“The bonuses are simple upgrades to the processes defined in those five words. The longer you stay here, the stronger your abilities are likely grow. You’ve met Dylan. He’s been very helpful to me, and his state of being here reflects my gratitude.”

I was beginning to understand everyone’s interest in the New Meat, and how helpful they wanted to be,

“True, but it’s nothing nefarious. Everyone here does truly care about everyone else. Oh, there are some personality traits I can’t control, but that’s nothing new for humans. You all learn to live together despite your annoyance, and I often compensate by granting bonuses in other areas to make them less annoying.”

It still sounded dangerous and somewhat sad to me.

“I understand. Maybe this will help.”

Ulysses got up from his desk and reached towards me, taking my hand and pulling me up from the couch. He wrapped his strong arms around me and kissed my lips. “You’ll never be lonely, or alone,” he whispered. “You’ll never want for anything.” He was handsome as fuck. “There’s nothing I can’t do.”

But this isn’t real, I said. This isn’t life.

“It’s as real as you want it to be.”

He kissed me again. My cock got so hard it almost hurt. I could feel myself growing. I could feel my cock growing. I could feel my muscles getting fatter, stronger, bigger. He was kissing me bigger. His hand reached down and cupped my ass. His strong grip kneaded and caressed my flesh. His fingers reached inside me and deep, powerful throbs of pure sexual pleasure rocketed through my body. It felt like he was fucking me, like he was pushing a dick inside me so deep that he was revealing untapped levels of pleasure, finding places inside me I never knew existed.

My dick was surrounded with the warmest, softest, wettest ass I’d ever entered. It stroked me and sucked me. It pulled me inside and made me grow bigger. And bigger. And bigger.

He kissed me and I started to cum. I started to cum and I came and I came and I came. Pleasure on top of pleasure. Pure, unfiltered, unending bliss showered my brain and every inch—every millimeter—of my body was shaken by levels of sexual ecstasy more profound and powerful and intense than I could stand, but it went on and on and on. Minutes. Hours. Days.

On and on and on.

I was sitting on the couch, breathing hard. Ulysses sat on his desk, smiling at me.

“Now, was that so terrible?”

I put my finger on the screen and dragged the words in an order that made sense to me. Love was on top, because nothing feels better to me than knowing I am loved, or to love someone else. Then strength and growth, because those me were linked together and two things I wanted to achieve just to look like some of the men I’d met today. Opportunity was next, because you can’t improve or move forward without the opportunity to do so. And appeal was last, mostly because I figured if I was able to achieve the other things, my appeal would go up regardless.

“Thank you,” Ulysses said.

“Who’s the new meat?” I asked, looking at my companion.

He smiled and took his hand off my cock. “Never seen him before. Let’s go talk to him!”

I stood up and arranged my hard dick in my small cutoffs, trying to maneuver its length towards my hip so it wasn’t hanging out of them. It was drooling pre all over from my friend’s manipulations. My huge chest, smooth and hairless, bulged powerfully forward and managed to hide my hard-on from my eyes. I grabbed my cocktail and headed over.

“Hello,” I said. He looked at me with lust and desire in his eyes, like every other man I met. “Do you need some help? You look a little lost.”

His mouth opened but nothing came out. “Let’s get him a drink,” my beautiful companion said.

I looked at the bartender, and said, “Billy! I think our friend here could use something cold to wet his whistle.”

Billy smiled and licked his lips. “Cocktail?” he asked the new meat.

He nodded, his eyes never leaving my massive, muscular, sexy, perfect body, making me feel warm and powerful and loved. My muscles were huge. My cock was huge. My desire was unquenchable.

There was nothing else in life but this. And working out. And getting bigger. And fucking every man I met.

“Have a drink,” I said. “Relax. Stay a while. We’re going to have so much fun together.”

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