What if you had made different choices at the picnic and the pool party?

The driver had his window open, as you walked around the car, you reached in to shake his hand.

"Adam."

The driver introduced himself as Felix. You asked him if he knew the way to Club Sybaris. He looked at you.

"That place can get a bit wild. You sure he is ready for that? You sure you are ready for that?"

You assured Felix that you knew what you were getting into. The club was a 45-minute drive away. You had Felix pull through a fast-food drive-through on the way. Your fake id got you past the bouncer, although he seemed to look more closely at your package than your id. It was early only 9 pm, but the club already had a decent crowd.

You walked up to the bar and ordered two beers. The bartender had a full sleeve of tattoos on one arm and two tattoos on his shaved head.

"What are those tattoos on your head."

The bartender leaned down so you could see. The tattoos were goat horns, they had a strange 3D effect that made them look real from a certain angle. The bartender stepped away to get your order. He returned with the two beers and a reddish drink in a wine glass.

"Lord Komos sends his regards. All the drinks this evening are on the house."

You took a sip of the wine, it was thick and sweet but oddly familiar. You offered the glass to Victor, everything in the club froze. The bartender put his hand over the drink.

"The drink is a gift for you. Your mortal friend would not find it pleasing."

Without thinking, you reached out and stroked one of the bartender's horns. His breath grew ragged, and his eyes fluttered.

"Please..."

He grabbed you by your shirt, pulled you halfway over the bar, and kissed you. His lips tasted of wine. You felt an exchange of energies pass between you. When the kiss ended, the bartender seemed to be glowing. He looked embarrassed.

"I am sorry, my lord. I should not have presumed. It has been centuries since I shared..."

He leaned in close.

"You must be careful. Trust all your friends, but do not trust that all are your friend."

The glass of wine had spilled when you kissed, but when the bartender offered you the glass again, it was full.

Nice trick.

He turned away and went back to work, and time resumed for the rest of the club. Victor had his beer in hand and had forgotten all about your offered beverage. You finished the sweet wine and felt bursting with energy. You and Victor walked around the club.

The most extensive section of the club was the dance floor. You were not a great dancer, but Victor insisted. He was an outstanding dance. After a while, you left him alone on the dance floor, and you stood next to a pillar and watched. A man walked up and stood behind you.

"You having a good time?"

You looked in his direction and nodded, then you turned back toward Victor. The guy grabbed your arm and spun you to face him.

"I was talking to you."

"Look, buddy, I'm not interested. I'm here with someone."

"Well, he's not here now."

"He right over..."

You turned away to look toward Victor, and the man grabbed your head and slammed it into the pillar. You were dazed. He followed up with two quick punches to your gut, and you doubled over. You thought you saw a red flash in his eye.

"You are not safe from us, godling."

Victor crashed into the guy knocking him to the ground. Security arrived two seconds after Victor. They dragged the guy away. The manager, a big Samoan guy named Derrick, came over to make sure you were ok. Apparently, your assailant, Buck, was a regular source of conflict. Derrick tried to have him banned, but Buck was a friend of the owners. After you convinced Derrick you were okay and were not interested in pressing charges, Victor suggested that you find someplace quiet. There was a backdoor that led to an alleyway. You saw a twink blowing a gym rat at one end of the alley. You and Victor walked to the other end. Victor stroked your hair. Victor was visibly agitated.

"You sure you are ok. I wish security hadn't come, I wanted to tear that jerk a new asshole."

"It's ok."

"No, it's not ok! Your mine, and no one hurts what's mine!"

Victor pressed you against the brick wall and started kissing you aggressively. He pulled off your clothes, stepped back, and removed his. Victor lifted you up and set you down on top of a trash bin. He raised your leg and pressed his cock against your asshole.

"Spit on your cock for lube."

Victor spit on his and also worked some spit into your hole. He was big, and you were not loose, but you were both determined.

Victor kissed you as he claimed your ass. Tonight you were his. The alley got crowded as a group of people came out to watch Victor fuck you. He shot his load in your ass, then jerked you until you came on your chest.

He wiped you off with his shirt.

"I don't want to be here. Let go back to my place."

Victor tossed his cum stained shirt into the crowd, and you walked back to the limo.

"I've always wanted to fuck in the back of a limo."

You pulled down your pants and laid on your side. Still loose and lubed from before, Victor was able to slide his cock in and resume fucking you.

Fuck I made his cock too big. I don't know if I have ever been this stuffed.

Victor added a second load just as the limo pulled up in front of his home. "Come in with me."

Star was waiting for you and wanted all the details. Victor smiled but refused to say anything.

"I don't want to talk. I want to fuck."

You all got naked, and as Victor fucked star, you licked his cock.

You enjoyed the taste of their sex.

Star drove you back to your dorm, and Victor fucked you in the back seat.

"If you chained him up in our guest room, you wouldn't have to say goodnight."

OR MAYBE THIS IS WHAT HAPPENED- - - - - -

The driver had his window open, as you walked around the car, you reached in to shake his hand.

"Adam."

The driver introduced himself as Felix. You asked him if he knew the way to Club Sybaris. He looked at you.

"That place can get a bit wild. You sure he is ready for that? You sure you are ready for that?"

You assured Felix that you knew what you were getting into. The club was a 45-minute drive away. You had Felix pull through a fast-food drive-through on the way. Your fake id got you past the bouncer, although he seemed to look more closely at your package than your id. It was early only 9 pm, but the club already had a decent crowd.

You walked up to the bar and ordered two beers. The bartender had a full sleeve of tattoos on one arm and two tattoos on his shaved head.

"What are those tattoos on your head."

The bartender leaned down so you could see. The tattoos were goat horns, they had a strange 3D effect that made them look real from a certain angle. The bartender stepped away to get your order. He returned with the two beers and a reddish drink in a wine glass.

"Lord Komos sends his regards. All the drinks this evening are on the house."

You took a sip of the wine, it was thick and sweet but oddly familiar. You offered the glass to Victor, everything in the club froze. The bartender put his hand over the drink.

"The drink is a gift for you. Your mortal friend would not find it pleasing."

Without thinking, you reached out and stroked one of the bartender's horns. His breath grew ragged, and his eyes fluttered.

"Please..."

He grabbed you by your shirt, pulled you halfway over the bar, and kissed you. His lips tasted of wine. You felt an exchange of energies pass between you. When the kiss ended, the bartender seemed to be glowing. He looked embarrassed.

"I am sorry, my lord. I should not have presumed. It has been centuries since I shared..."

He leaned in close.

"You must be careful. Trust all your friends, but do not trust that all are your friend."

The glass of wine had spilled when you kissed, but when the bartender offered you the glass again, it was full.

Nice trick.

He turned away and went back to work, and time resumed for the rest of the club. Victor had his beer in hand and had forgotten all about your offered beverage. You finished the sweet wine and felt bursting with energy. You and Victor walked around the club. Victor was like a kid in a candy store, he seemed especially fascinated by guys wearing fetish gear.

"I don't know if I would ever want to wear chaps, but those harnesses look pretty hot. Do you have a harness or chaps?"

You told Victor that did not have a harness but that you thought he would look great wearing one.

"I'll have to discuss it with Star, she's my stylist."

You found a room with groupings of oversized leather chairs, and Victor sat down. You walked over to an empty chair.

"What are you doing?"

You were confused.

"I am gonna sit down."

Victor patted his lap.

"Sit over here."

You sat across Victor's lap; your legs hung over the side of the chair. Victor ran one hand through your hair, and the other groped your crotch.

"Take off your shirt for me."

It was the "for me" that got you. You sat up, peeled off your shirt, and leaned back against Victor. He kissed his way across your chest and abs.

"My boy is so sexy. The first time we swam together, I couldn't take my eyes off your smoking hot body."

He licked your six-pack and unbuttoned your shorts. He reached into shorts and started stroking your cock.

"and your big rod."

Two other men sat down in the chair across from you. A lean young man and an older "daddy" type who laid face down across the young man's lap. The young man worked his hands into the older man's pants and started fingering his ass. He leered at you as he fingered his partner's ass. Victor shifted in the seat.

"Get up. We're leaving."

You got up, stuffed your shirt into your pants, and started to walk back toward the main entrance. As you walked by, the young man grabbed your arm and pulled you toward him. You turned to confront him, but Victor was faster. Grabbing the man by the wrist, Victor pulled the man's hand off your arm.

"You do not touch him without permission."

"Why don't we let him decide?"

Victor twisted the man's arm back and over his shoulder. The man winced in obvious pain.

"It's been decided."

Victor motioned for you to go, but you reached down and touched the older man's shoulder.

"You ok? Do you want to leave with us?"

The man looked up at you. His pupils were completed dilated.

Shit. What is he tripping on?

"Come on, let's get you out of here."

"Hey, he's with me."

Victor twisted the arm further back.

The older man got to his feet. You and Victor walked him out to the limo.

"Where do you live?"

The man did not provide a coherent answer, but his driver's license indicated that John lived in a trailer park only a few blocks from the club. Felix drove to the park, and you and Victor helped John into his trailer. Victor made John drink a bottle of water and take some aspirin before putting him in bed. You left a second bottle of water by his bed. You wrote John a note letting him know that you think someone spiked his drink at the club and left him your phone number if he had any questions.

When you returned to the limo, Victor looked contemplative. He put his arm around you and stroked your chest.

"I hope he calls."

You looked at Victor.

"I hope John calls. Promise me you won't go out alone like that."

You smiled at Victor and promised. Victor pulled down your pants and jerked your cock. You reached over to grab his cock, but he pushed your hand away.

"No. This is just about you."

He continued jerking you. He took out his phone and took a few pictures of your cock.

"Star has been bugging me to send pictures."

He typed a message, while still jerking you.

"Hey Felix, can you pull into Assembly Park, it's about a block from my home."

Felix knew the park.

"Why are we stopping at the park."

"There is a sign at the entrance to the park. If you stand in front of the sign and take a picture, it will look like 'ASS PARK.' Star and I have pictures of one another in front of the sign. I know she'd like one of you as well."

For the next ten minutes, Victor stroked your cock and talked about the park. Finally, the limo pulled into the park. You started to pull on your shorts.

"No, leave them off. The point is to take a picture of your ass at ASS PARK. The sign is just over there."

You climbed out of the limo and walked over to the sign. You had your back to Victor and the limo.

"Awesome. Keep your body facing the sign and look over your shoulder."

You looked over your shoulder, Victor took a picture through the window of the limo as they drove away. Leaving you naked (except for your shoes) and alone in the parking lot of the park.

Fuck! How did you not see this coming? This must be why he talked about the park so much.

There was a lighted walking path through the park that you knew would take you right past Victor's backyard. Walking through the park, naked was messing with your head. You kept seeing movement in the shadows.

Wait. There actually was someone just off that path.

You crested a small hill, darted off the road, and ducked behind a tree. Sure enough, just a few seconds later, the guy from the shadows walked past you.

"Fuck, I lost him. There is only one path, where could he..."

You jumped out from your hiding place and knocked the guy to the ground. You jumped on top of him.

"Who are you? Why are you following me?"

"Brandon. It's me, Brandon. Victor told me to keep an eye on you."

Bradon? The security guy from Victor's picnic?

You got off Brandon and helped him to his feet. He told you the entire story. Victor had texted their security service and asked someone to come to Assembly Park and follow you in secret.

"Bea was on duty, but I told her that I'd cover for her."

"So you volunteered to spy on me?"

"Well..."

"How about you walk with me? Could you loan me your shirt?"

Brandon took off his t-shirt and handed it to you. You were shocked by how ripped he was.

"Fuck dude, you have an amazing body."

Brandon told you how he did body modeling for fitness magazines.

"I'm not tall enough or handsome enough most full-body jobs, but I get steady work for the close-up shots. Especially the underwear ads."

"Why underwear?"

"Check it out."

He dropped his pants.

"Yea. Ok, I get it. You really fill them out."

"You can touch it."

"What?"

"Okay look, I broke up with my girlfriend two weeks ago, and my hand just isn't cutting it. So when I heard they needed someone to watch over you in the park, I thought that maybe."

"Handjob?"

"Well..."

"Blow job?"

"Would you?

You felt like a slut, but Victor had you so horny in the limo. You got on your knees and pulled down Brandon's pants. He was shocked.

"Oh shit, I didn't think you'd actually do it."

You sucked Brandon's cock and fondled his balls with your hand. You accidentally rubbed a finger along his taint, and Brandon made a loud moan.

Interesting.

You lifted Brandon's balls and lick along his taint. Brandon lost his balance and fell to his knees.

"Holy mother of god. What was that?"

"I don't think that girlfriend of yours took good care of you. Get on your hands and knees."

"No! I don't want you to fuck me."

"Shut up. I'm not going to fuck you. I'm going to rock your world."

Brandon got up on his hands and knees, and you got behind him. You grabbed his cock, stroked it, and licked from his balls' base to his ass. Brandon moaned, and his cock started leaking. You never knew a person who shouted "Oh my god" so many times in a row. Brandon shot his load. He got to his feet and hugged you. He thanked you over and over. The two of you walked the rest of the way to Victor's. When you got to the gate, Brandon said goodnight and kissed you on the cheek.

Victor was in the pool. You dove in and swam up to him.

"I can't believe you left me naked in the woods."

"Assembly Park is hardly the woods. Besides, I had someone looking out for you."

"Yeah, I met him."

"I know you did. Brandon isn't the most trustworthy, so I insisted that Bea go as well. You'll never guess what is on the video she sent me. You are a dirty little park slut. I thought I was clear, tonight you were mine. Now get on your back and accept your punishment."

Victor fucked you on the side of the pool. Star showed up with drinks.

"Victor, Bea just sent me this video of Adam and Brandon in, the park. Oh, hey, Adam. I didn't realize how big a slut you were."

Star stripped and sat on your cock. After Victor nutted in your ass, he had you suck his cock clean.

Felix drove you back to the dorm in the limo.

"You'll never guess what is on the video that Star just sent me."

You gave Felix your number so he could send you a copy of the video.

BUT MAYBE THIS HAPPENED INSTEAD- - - - - -

The driver had his window open, as you walked around the car, you reached in to shake his hand.

"Adam."

The driver introduced himself as Felix. You asked him if he knew the way to Club Sybaris. He looked at you.

"That place can get a bit wild. You sure he is ready for that? You sure you are ready for that?"

You assured Felix that you knew what you were getting into. The club was a 45-minute drive away. You had Felix pull through a fast-food drive-through on the way. Your fake id got you past the bouncer, although he seemed to look more closely at your package than your id. It was early only 9 pm, but the club already had a decent crowd.

You walked up to the bar and ordered two beers. The bartender had a full sleeve of tattoos on one arm and two tattoos on his shaved head.

"What are those tattoos on your head."

The bartender leaned down so you could see. The tattoos were goat horns, they had a strange 3D effect that made them look real from a certain angle. The bartender stepped away to get your order. He returned with the two beers and a reddish drink in a wine glass.

"Lord Komos sends his regards. All the drinks this evening are on the house."

You took a sip of the wine, it was thick and sweet but oddly familiar. You offered the glass to Victor, everything in the club froze. The bartender put his hand over the drink.

"The drink is a gift for you. Your mortal friend would not find it pleasing."

Without thinking, you reached out and stroked one of the bartender's horns. His breath grew ragged, and his eyes fluttered.

"Please..."

He grabbed you by your shirt, pulled you halfway over the bar, and kissed you. His lips tasted of wine. You felt an exchange of energies pass between you. When the kiss ended, the bartender seemed to be glowing. He looked embarrassed.

"I am sorry, my lord. I should not have presumed. It has been centuries since I shared..."

He leaned in close.

"You must be careful. Trust all your friends, but do not trust that all are your friend."

The glass of wine had spilled when you kissed, but when the bartender offered you the glass again, it was full.

Nice trick.

He turned away and went back to work, and time resumed for the rest of the club. Victor had his beer in hand and had forgotten all about your offered beverage. You finished the sweet wine and felt bursting with energy. You and Victor walked around the club.

In one of the side-rooms had a pool table. Two shirtless men, one older and the other younger, were playing a game. The younger guy had a very youthful face and a lean twink body. The older player had salt and pepper hair, a hairy chest, and a hard tanned body. They seemed an odd pairing. The older man's next shot sank one of his balls, and the younger guy took off his shorts. The older man gloated,

"Just a few balls and I'll own your sweet ass for the night. You should never have challenged me punk."

But the younger player did not appear to be daunted. With his pants removed, it was apparent that he had a nice sized cock and a huge set of balls. He reached into his underwear and stroked his cock several times but said nothing. He stood along the table so that his bludge rested on the rails. The older man tried to line up his next shot but kept glancing toward the younger player's package. He scratched. Someone spoke from behind you.

"I never get tired of watching Tyler reel in a new man."

You turned and saw a large Samoan man.

"I haven't seen you two here before, and I'd remember you. I'm the manager, Derrick. Tyler's the twink looking fella playing pool, but don't let him fool you, he has never lost. See that shirtless guy standing in the corner? He's one of Tyler's former conquests. The boy practically has a harem."

The shirtless guy Derrick was talking about, was older, had an army-style crewcut, shaved chest, and wore a leather harness.

"Keep watching. I'd feel sorry for the guy but..."

It was Tyler's turn, he knocked in two balls using a flashy shot. The other player's jaw dropped. Tyler spoke.

"That's two balls, John, but since it was one shot, I'll let you just remove one article of clothing."

John started to remove his belt.

"Please, allow me."

Tyler walked behind John, pressed up against him, and removed the belt. Tyler pushed John forward until John was pressed against the side of the pool table. Tyler dry-humped John.

"Do we need to continue playing?"

John took a moment to reply.

"I haven't lost, no little twink is going to flip me."

Shockingly fast, Tyler looped the belt around John's neck. He pulled John back.

"WHEN I win, you will honor your bet."

He released the belt, and John had to steady himself on the table.

Still pressed against John, Tyler lined up his next shot and sunk another ball. Tyler didn't say anything, he just lowered John's pants to the ground and rubbed his hands over John's ass.

"Oh sweetheart, you got a top-shelf ass. You ready to admit defeat."

John's mumbled something.

"You have to actually form words, boy."

"No. I still have my underwear."

"Fine. Let's end this. It is taking too long."

Tyler walked around the table, in rapid sequence lined up shot after shot, and proceeded to sink every remaining ball on the table. Then he pulled down John's underwear leaving John standing naked except for his socks. John stared at the empty table. Tyler walked over to Derrick and fist-bumped him.

"Key please."

Derrick tossed Tyler a key with a large tag.

"Go easy on him and throw the sheets in the laundry basket when you are finished."

Tyler was already walking away. He wrapped his arm around John and lead him away.

"We have a room in the back that certain regulars occasionally use. You two should play a round of strip pool, fresh young faces are good for business."

Victor grinned at you. You never really played much pool, but why not. Victor set up the table, won the toss, and broke. One ball went in the pocket.

"That's one article of clothing."

I need to level the playing field.

You took off your belt and moved behind Victor.

His hand brushed against your crotch. You tapped into your power and tried to send waves of arousal into Victor. He made a cute moan. He lined up a shot and sunk another ball.

Shit. Gonna need to work harder.

"You made the shot, you get to remove my shirt."

Victor walked over and pulled up your shirt. You leaned into him and gave him a deep kiss. You imagined Victor aroused. You pushed the image into Victor as you reached down and fondled his package. Victor reluctantly broke off the kiss. He was breathing heavily.

"I should have mentioned, I rock at pool. I know what you are trying to do, it won't distract me, but please keep trying."

He lined up another shot, and a ball looked like it was about to go into the pocket.

The room, for lack of a better description, lost color. Everything looked black and white, and time seemed to have slowed almost to a stop. The bartender with the head tattoos walked past you, over to the table, and moved the ball slightly off course. He turned toward you, and there was a wine glass in his hand. In this black and white world, the wine shone a dazzling red.

"A second glass for my lord to ensure an efficacious evening."

You accepted the glass and went to drink a sip, but the bartender tipped the glass from the bottom, and you downed it in one gulp.

"Excuse my behavior, my lord, but this is not a drink for sipping."

You felt warmth spread through your body, your cock was rock hard.

"I hope you do not mind, my lord. I could feel your powers at work. You have some talent for sparking passion, but it is not one of your main divine gifts. If you permit me, I believe I can create the desired effect in your companion."

You nodded your head, and the room returned to normal. The ball missed the pocket. Standing beside you, the bartender stroked the side of his head, the tattoo look like actual horns, you could sense a **** building. You reached out to put a hand on the bartender's shoulder.

"No, don't touch ..."

The warning came too late. When you touched his shoulder, it was as if a bomb detonated in your head. A sphere of power briefly surrounded you and the bartender before exploding outward. The entire room got brighter and smelled of sweet wine and fruit. The club's patrons gave no indication that they saw the explosion, but they were clearly impacted by it. Men started engaging in wild passionate sex acts with anyone and everyone. Victor removed his shirt and started rubbing your chest. He unbuckled your pants, kissed you, and began stroking your cock.

Public sex was not typically your thing, you felt the lust but were not consumed by it. Derrick, the club manager, had the shot boy pressed up against the wall and was impaling the smaller man on his large cock. The army crew-cut "daddy" in the leather harness was on his knees servicing a group of well dressed young men. The bartender moved behind you and was leaning against your back. He was rubbing the side of his head through your hair. It was strangely erotic, and you found it difficult to focus your thoughts. The bartender seemed to be muttering something.

"Was it ever this good?"

Victor's pupils were dilated. He fell to his knees and took your cock in his mouth. You reached back and pulled the bartender into a kiss. You felt wetness on his cheek. You turned and saw that he was weeping.

"They will dream of this night for the rest of their lives. The residual wine on your lips should allow your mate to remember, but anyone you do not kiss will forget what happened this night. Only in dreams will it be remembered. I never forgot, my lord. I never lost faith. You will forget this conversation, and once again you will forget me, but I want you to know that your servant Ryder kept the faith. I kept to the old ways. I knew you had not abandoned us."

You blinked your eyes and looked down at Victor.

Who was I talking to? Fuck, Victor has really gotten great at blowjobs. The entire club seems to be lost in a wild orgy. I need to come here more often.

You picked Victor up and laid him on his back on the pool table. You stripped off his shorts and underwear and pressed your finger against his asshole. His rosebud opened readily to your finger. You were surprised to find his ass already lubed. You lined up your cock and pressed forward. Victor seemed to pull you in. His ass milked your cock.

Fuck! Was it ever this good?

You fucked Victor using powerful, deep strokes. He shot his load twice in five minutes, but he never lost his erection. The two of you attracted a crowd, they stoked their cocks as you fucked Victor. One man leaned forward to lick Victor's cum off his chest, but you pushed him away. You scooped up Victor's cum and feed it to Victor, who greedily licked it up. While licking his own cum, Victor shot another load. This caused several of the men to shoot their loads onto Victor's chest.

You grabbed the man that you had pushed away earlier and dragged his face across Victor's body. He licked up all the cum, while shooting a load of his own onto the pool table. You felt something rubbing against your ass. You turned around to see Tyler lining up his cock with your ass. John was kneeling beside Tyler, licking the shaft of Tyler's cock. Tyler seemed to be trying to dominate you.

"You aren't as old as I like my men, but you are hot enough to add to my stable."

In one stroke, Tyler pushed in, and you understood why tops bottomed for Tyler's cock.

Fuck that feels good.

"You feel that cock. That's what an alpha male cock feels like. You need to serve this cock. After you, I plan to make your boyfriend my bitch too. Maybe whore him out to some of my friends."

The fuck you will! Why are all the best cocks attached to the worst assholes? Time for an adjustment Tyler.

"I find older men attractive too, Tyler. Older men who work out, stay in shape, have a nice dusting of salt and pepper hair on their chest."

As you spoke, began transforming Tyler.

"Older men who respect other people. Maybe they take an interest in serving the needs of younger men."

You pulled years from John and transferred them to Tyler, as Tyler aged, he looked more and more like a "hot daddy", while John took on the appearance of a young blue-collar stud.

"Of course you still have your big alpha cock, Tyler. Unfortunately, it is useless attached to your omega body and mind."

The now youthful Johnny was standing behind Tyler, he pressed his cock against Tyler's hole and slid right in. Tyler's hole was loose from years of taking cock. He was a regular at the bar, he'd challenge a young guy with a large cock to a game of pool and always lose. Johnny didn't mind if Tyler's asshole was loose. Johnny got off, fucking older guys with big cocks.

You left Tyler and Johnny behind. You grabbed your clothing and walked out to the limo. Felix had the bouncer bent over the trunk and was pounding his ass.

Not a bad idea.

You added two more loads to Victor's ass as you fucked him on the hood of the limo. You let Felix fuck Victor while the bouncer was blowing you. Felix's ass looked amazing as he fucked Victor. Once he deposited a load in Victor's ass, you pulled Felix off Victor, opened a car door, and pushed Felix's upper body onto the limo back seat. You aggressively pounded Felix's man-cunt. You felt a tongue against your hole. The bouncer was rimming you as Victor fucked him.

The four of you continue fucking for a while; time no longer seemed important. Eventually, your head cleared enough for you to drive the limo while Felix fucked Victor in the backseat. You and Felix walked Victor to his door.

Star was surprised to see you three naked at her door. She started to invite you in, but Victor picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. You fucked Felix again in the limo before driving to your dorm. You parked in an isolated location and dumped another load in Felix's ass before switching positions and allowing him to fuck you. You fell asleep with your cock in Felix's ass in the back of the limo. You woke up a few hours before sunrise, returned to your dorm, and crawled into bed.

OR IT MIGHT HAVE BEEN GONE DOWN THIS WAY- - - - - -

The driver had his window open, as you walked around the car, you reached in to shake his hand.

"Adam."

The driver introduced himself as Felix. You asked him if he knew the way to Club Sybaris. He looked at you.

"That place can get a bit wild. You sure he is ready for that? You sure you are ready for that?"

You assured Felix that you knew what you were getting into. The club was a 45-minute drive away. You had Felix pull through a fast-food drive-through on the way. Your fake id got you past the bouncer, although he seemed to look more closely at your package than your id. It was early only 9 pm, but the club already had a decent crowd.

You walked up to the bar and ordered two beers. The bartender had a full sleeve of tattoos on one arm and two tattoos on his shaved head.

"What are those tattoos on your head."

The bartender leaned down so you could see. The tattoos were goat horns, they had a strange 3D effect that made them look real from a certain angle. The bartender stepped away to get your order. He returned with the two beers and a reddish drink in a wine glass.

"Lord Komos sends his regards. All the drinks this evening are on the house."

You took a sip of the wine, it was thick and sweet but oddly familiar. You offered the glass to Victor, everything in the club froze. The bartender put his hand over the drink.

"The drink is a gift for you. Your mortal friend would not find it pleasing."

Without thinking, you reached out and stroked one of the bartender's horns. His breath grew ragged, and his eyes fluttered.

"Please..."

He grabbed you by your shirt, pulled you halfway over the bar, and kissed you. His lips tasted of wine. You felt an exchange of energies pass between you. When the kiss ended, the bartender seemed to be glowing. He looked embarrassed.

"I am sorry, my lord. I should not have presumed. It has been centuries since I shared..."

He leaned in close.

"You must be careful. Trust all your friends, but do not trust that all are your friend."

The glass of wine had spilled when you kissed, but when the bartender offered you the glass again, it was full.

Nice trick.

He turned away and went back to work, and time resumed for the rest of the club. Victor had his beer in hand and had forgotten all about your offered beverage. You finished the sweet wine and felt bursting with energy. You and Victor walked around the club.

On the side of the stage area, there was a man bound to a rack. Next to him was a large container of five and ten dollar bills. A sign next to the man indicated that this was a fundraiser for a local family. You asked one of the barbacks what was going on. He directed you to Derrick at the main bar. You found Derrick quickly enough, he was a huge Samoan whose biceps looked thicker than a keg. You asked about the rack on stage.

"A lesbian couple in the area runs a foster home for LGBTQ youth. They were both laid off from their jobs and have trouble making ends meet, so we are helping out. Unfortunately, Tommy isn't really bringing in the donations. He's a regular, and frankly, most of the guys here have already screwed him a dozen times. You look like fresh meat. I'd bet either of you up there would get these guys to open their wallets.

"What would we have to do?"

"It's easy, we tie you to the rack and guys pay $10 to stroke you or $20 to lick you. Linda and Shelly could really use the help."

You turned to Victor.

"What do you say, birthday boy? You up for it?"

"Me?"

"You'd look so hot tied up. I bet half the guys in this place would cream their shorts just looking at you."

"I'll do it. But you need to be waiting right off the stage, and when I say I am done, you need to untie me immediately."

Derrick untied Tommy, who looked disappointed until he saw Victor. Derrick wiped down the rack then bound and blindfolded Victor. A short line started to form in front of the stage. Derrick asked you for some background info on Victor. You gave him the rundown.

"You are kidding me, right?"

You shook your head.

"Stay on stage, when I announce this, there could be a riot."

Derrick went to the DJ booth and introduced Victor.

"Hey everyone. As you know, we are doing our fundraiser for my former foster parents Linda and Shelly. We have a first-timer on the Meat Rack tonight. Victor! Wave to everyone Victor. Oh, that's right, his hands are tied up at the moment. Let me tell you a little about Victor. He is an international student from France and a star swimmer."

More people formed up in line.

"Also today is his 22nd birthday, don't you just want to blow his candle? Oh, and did I mention, he's straight. As a special treat for a $30 donation, you can do body shot of tequila off Victor's cock."

There was a long line, you waved up the first customer. He dropped $10 in the bucket and stroked Victor's cock.

You stood alongside Victor and massaged his shoulders. As you did, you imagined Victor getting hard and able to hold his erection (even if he orgasmed) for hours. Your divine energy flowed into Victor. The man exclaimed to everyone that Victor was already hard and that surely, after a few more strokes, he would shoot his load. There was a steady flow of men and donations for the next hour. Victor shot his load four times. Derrick posted a few pictures on social media, and the club started to fill up. Derrick supplied a vibrating wand, and for $30, men could run the wand anywhere on Victor's body, just no penetration.

After another half hour, you checked in with Victor.

"How are you holding up?"

He started laughing.

"This is the greatest birthday of my life."

Derrick stood with you off to the side of the stage. He wrapped his massive arms around you, opened your pants, and played with your penis.

"You smell like the ocean. I like that. You two should come here more often."

You asked about the bartender with the head tattoos.

"Who? None of my bartenders have head tattoos. Oh shit, what is he doing here?"

A redhead stood in front of Victor and was gently stroking his Victor's chest. Derrick was muttering almost to himself.

"Come on, Buck, be good."

The redhead grabbed Victor's nipples and twisted, Victor let out a yelp.

"Shit."

Then Buck punched Victor in the gut.

Victor doubled over in the ropes gasping for air. You leaped past Derrick and knocked Buck to the ground just as he was throwing another punch.

"Stay down, or I'll put your down."

You kept your weight on Buck but reached up, touched Victor's leg, and channels divine energy into him.

You're all right, Victor. It's ok. You weren't hurt.

Victor's gasping stopped, and he seemed ok. You turned your attention to Buck. You saw a flicker of red flash in his eyes.

"We will ruin everything you care about godling."

The fuck you will.

As quickly as the red flicker appeared, it was gone.

"I don't like it when people hurt my friends. Is that what you like Buck, hurting people? You know what I think? I think you have mistreated people for the last time. I think that what really gets you off is when people use and mistreat you."

As you spoke, the lights in the club flickered. You dragged Buck by his hair until he was inches from Victor's cock.

"Apologize."

The room started shaking.

Buck started to speak.

"Not like that. Like this."

You push Buck's mouth onto Victor's cock.

You controlled Buck's head, but soon, he was an eager cock sucker. You took his wallet from his back pocket, removed all his cash, and put it in the donation jar.

The lights stopped flickering and the divine seismic event ended.

Derrick walked up behind you.

"You are the first person who has been able to reign in Buck solo. I could use someone like you working under me or on top of me, I'm versatile."

"My dance card is full right now, but I'll be back. I'd like to see the face you make when I pound a load out of you."

You had Buck suck Victor for a few minutes, and then you pushed him off the stage. You noticed a leather daddy giving Buck the eye, and you hoped Buck had a rough night ahead of him. You untied Victor, helped him get dressed, and escorted him back to the limo. Victor stretched out in the back and laid his head in your lap. You stoked his cock and fingered his asshole during the ride home.

You gave Felix a big tip and walked with Victor to the house. Star wanted to hear all the details. You left out the part about Buck, but otherwise, you told her everything. She was so proud of Victor's charity work. You also gave her the details on the foster home, she promised to get them the help they needed.

"Come on baby, let's celebrate."

Star lead you and Victor into the bedroom, and you all got naked. You laid down on the bed, and Victor climbed on top of you. With a loud moan, he lowered himself slowly onto your cock.

"Happy birthday, buddy."

Star sucked Victor's cock as he rode you. You breed his ass just as Victor shot his load down Star's throat. Victor was so exhausted that he fell asleep in the car as Star drove you home.

"Thank you for helping him open up to new experiences. It is wonderful that he has a friend he can trust."

"It is wonderful that he has a girlfriend that encourages him."

"You are both wonderful now shut up; I'm trying to sleep."