Men Of Honor - 3. Ballad Of The Forsaken

"Hold still." Casey instructed as he attempted to trim Jacob's overgrown beard using a sharp shaving blade.

"Leave it. Who cares, anyway?" Jacob uttered impatiently.

"I care. Three weeks ago, you looked hot. Now you look homeless. Besides, you're always scratching it." Casey remarked.

The boy sat on Jacob's lap, his legs swathing his pelvis. Both wore military pants and were shirtless, with nothing around their chests but their tags. Jacob took his hands around Casey's waist and started grazing the boy's smooth skin with his fingers.

"It itches." Jacob conveyed, smiling. "Like my dick when you're sitting on me like this." He teased. Casey giggled.

"Not now. Later." The boy suggested.

Jacob leaned forward, placed his nose on Casey's chest, and sniffed the boy's skin. They had been spanning the countryside for over three weeks now. Driving cross country randomly, stopping to feast and rest, fucking every chance they got. Jacob had been slowly but steadily deepening his bond with these men. Particularly Casey. The boy seemed very fond of his presence in the squad of men. Sylas too. But Jeffrey seemed to resist Jacob's attempts to deepen their bond, purposely and constantly erecting an invisible barrier between them. He was by far the most enigmatic of the three, and a perpetual edginess to his demeanor both intimidated and allured Jacob.

As Casey carefully trimmed his beard, Jacob observed Jeffrey. He sat on Sylas' chair, his bare upper body glazing bright under the scorching sun. His shaved head tilted forward, his smooth chest vibrating as he sliced a large apple with a small pocket knife. And his tag chain, rocking back and forth as it followed the small motions of his cutting swings. Jacob's eyes couldn't help but get drawn to Jeffrey's crotch. The volume was massive, and unless Jeffrey walked around hard all day, which was unlikely, chances were his dick was pretty big.

"It is." Casey confirmed. Jacob's eyes came back to the boy, stunned. "It's big." He reiterated.

"How did you..." Jacob uttered. "Nevermind." He added, shaking his head and smiling. He and Casey's level of intimacy was telepathic at this point. "Have you...?" He vaguely questioned. Casey nodded affirmatively. But the expression on him as he did it surprised Jacob. "What?" He asked, trying to drill as much information regarding Jeffrey's enigmatic nature as possible.

"Chin up." Casey instructed, lifting Jacob's head and looking back at Jeffrey, ensuring he wasn't watching before continuing with a smooth and low tone. "Jeffrey is...complicated." He expressed, seeming reluctant to continue. Jacob searched for his eyes, coercing the boy to divulge more. Casey took a deep breath. "If you think I had it rough, then Jeffrey..." He stated, seemingly getting lost in his thoughts.

Given the amount of time Jacob had spent observing Jeffrey's behavior for the last weeks, it seemed impossible that his fixation for the guy would grow, but as he looked at him and on the heels of this exchange with Casey, that fascination was ripping through the seams.

"How is he?" Jacob mumbled, almost embarrassed to ask. Casey halted, taking his eyes off Jacob's beard and locking them on him. His semblance pleaded for Jacob's attention and compliance.

"Jacob...we don't go to Jeffrey. He comes to us." Casey attempted to clarify.

"How so...?" Jacob continued to dig. Casey looked at Jacob's eyes to find that his words of caution hadn't phased him. If anything, the boy's vague answers were fueling his inquisitive disposition.

Jacob eventually snapped out of it, brought on by Jeffrey getting up and walking inside his tent. He had been sleeping alone for the last week or so. Sylas' absence for the past few days had also pestered Jacob's mind. "When is Sylas coming back?" He asked. Casey glanced at him like he had heard that question for the tenth time, which he had.

"I told you, he went to pick something up." The boy responded patiently. "There." Casey sounded, looking proudly at Jacob's beard, all trimmed. "I can see your mouth again." He said cheekily.

"Then make use of it." Jacob suggested, pulling Casey closer and kissing him passionately. Their tongues laced together, and their lips rubbed lusciously against each other. Jacob's hands couldn't hold themselves from descending over Casey's ass cheeks and squeezing them. "Casey?" Jacob asked, his voice muffled as the sound punched from inside their lips. "Let's go inside the tent." Jacob suggested. "I want to fuck you so bad..." He murmured, trying to keep it between them as he gripped his arms around the boy's smooth back.

Casey pulled his lips away, held Jacob's head with his hands, then took his right palm and grazed it over Jacob's eyes with the uttermost softness. They both smiled at each other. Jacob never imagined he'd ever feel intimate with someone other than Christian, let alone Casey. But the truth was he and Casey had grown close, and their bond went beyond just the incredible sex they had. They genuinely cared for each other.

Suddenly Casey's head turned abruptly, facing Jeffrey's tent. They could both hear him on the phone with someone. Then, a few minutes later, he came out and signaled the boy to approach him. Jacob sat there watching them chatter secretly for a bit. Then, after a while, Casey came back.

"We'll have to meet with Sylas. But we're resting and leaving first thing tomorrow." Casey informed, excited.

"What's with that face?" Jacob questioned, seeing Casey's eyes scintillating.

"You'll see." The boy replied. "Get some rest." He suggested and began piling up logs to start a fire. Jeffrey lit a smoke and slanted himself over the back of the truck, gazing defiantly at Jacob, bearing a peculiar grin on his lips. Jacob sat there looking at Casey, trying to shake an eerie feeling he hadn't felt in a long time.

Night came, and as usual, Jacob slept spooned with Casey in their tent when he felt the boy move away from him. His arm, which he had draped around the boy, suddenly fell flat on the tent's floor.

"Now?" Casey whispered.

Jacob wanted to peek, but he knew the only person that could be outside the tent at this hour was Jeffrey. He could hear him whisper, but the sound was too muffled by Casey fidgeting as he tried to slide off the sleeping bag without waking him. Finally, Casey stepped carefully out of the tent. Jacob lay there, his eyes firmly shut as he battled the urge to get up and tell Casey not to go. But Jacob knew that wasn't the code. Even so, his mind lingered, and he couldn't shake off his curiosity. Jacob pushed himself up with his arms and slowly opened the tent's zipper just enough to see Jeffrey's tent rocking slightly from side to side.

Unfortunately, the flames from the fire were blocking his sight, but through the cracking sounds of the burning wood, he could hear Jeffrey and Casey's murmurs. At first, it seemed they were arguing, but soon the hectic mumbles ceased. Then Jacob overheard what sounded like fabric ripping. Then he heard Casey screeching, but it was as if his scream got muted by someone's hand. Jacob stood on his knees and tilted his body forward, ready to exit the tent, but suddenly halted.

Casey's screams had shifted into prolonged moans, almost guttural. He seemed to be relishing in the roughness of whatever was happening inside that tent. Jacob stood there, kneeling on the edge of the tent, transfixed by the beguiled act. He could barely hear Jeffrey but could feel every ounce of his powering, dominant energy through the flames. A part of Jacob was allured and wanted a stake in the action, but another part felt fearful about the darkness brought on by the sounds Casey emitted. The boy's moans shifted back to whimpering, then screaming. Jacob heard something punch against a pillow, and then the sounds became filtered again. Undistinguished. Then moments later, Jeffrey's pelvis slamming against Casey's bubble butt.

Jacob's dick became hard instantly, pulsating with a vibrancy he hadn't felt before. Then Casey's sobbing. They were short, cut by Jeffrey's thrusts which seemed unnaturally fast and vigorous, followed by a grunt and a soft, prolonged moan. He felt movement inside the tent, so he recoiled and closed the zipper, assuming his original position. His body became afflicted by a cold, piercing wave. He heard twigs cracking on the ground and someone approaching the tent. Casey opened the zipper and stepped in. As he gazed at Casey, Jacob could see his ripped underwear. His tag was backward, and his neck reddened, showcasing Jeffrey's large hands imprinted on it. Jacob's eyes scanned Casey in shock. The boy lay carefully beside him and faced Jacob. Jacob wanted to pretend to be asleep, but he couldn't do it. He needed to make sure Casey was ok. But before he could say anything, Casey rolled his back to him and nestled into Jacob, grabbing his arm and swathing it around him.

"I love you, Jacob." He whispered, thinking no one would listen. Jacob lay there, his eyes gazing at Casey's scar as tears skated from his eyes. Everything inside his heart yelled and pleaded for him to respond. But he didn't. He just grasped his arms around the boy. His stiff dick nestled gently inside Casey's warm and moist crack.

The morning after, Jacob couldn't help but stare at Jeffrey as they ate a tuna can and some bread. He scanned the mysterious hunk almost surgically, trying to find some fragment of humanity after his seemingly bestial behavior from the night before. They'd packed all their stuff in the truck, so the men responsibly shoved the trash in the garbage bags, cleaned the fire area, and jumped inside the car. Given that Sylas was absent, Casey jumped enthusiastically in the front, taking his place next to Jeffrey. Jacob was utterly baffled. Whatever happened inside that tent, Casey seemed ok with it. And yet, the essence of it felt violent and unhealthy. Of course, Jacob hadn't seen anything, so maybe he was overreacting. But it was a new dynamic, far from the lustful and tender interactions with Sylas and Casey until now. Something to which Jacob was still a stranger.

They drove the entire day with practically no stops. Jacob figured that whatever they had talked about with Sylas must have been of particular significance because Jeffrey was sailing toward their destination with unwavering determination. The further they drove, the more familiar the road seemed to Jacob. In fact, after about 6 hours, they veered towards Jacob's parents' cottage, went past it, and descended towards the river through a particularly bumpy grime road. Jacob soon realized they were heading toward the infamous cabin where they had all met. As they further descended, Jacob's heart stemmed. Parked outside the cottage was Christian's car.

"What the fuck..." He muttered, leaning forward in his seat, trying to see inside the car as Jeffrey passed it, stopping a few yards before it. "What's going on?" Jacob questioned. Jeffrey vaulted out of the car and opened Jacob's side of the door. Casey darted back at Jacob, beaming.

"We have a surprise." The boy expressed exuberantly. Jacob was perplexed. He hopped off and stood there gazing at Christian's SUV. Sylas eventually came strolling out from inside the house.

"Finally!" He hollered. "Any longer, I'd probably have to return our gift." Sylas uttered. Jacob looked at Sylas, trying to find answers that clarified the situation.

"What is Christian's car doing here, Sylas?" Jacob questioned with a demanding tone, an aggressiveness he hadn't displayed in weeks. Sylas put his arms up.

"Jacob, it's ok. Christian is fine." He assured. Then paused and slowly sank his arm, following the shift in Jacob's countenance. "Walk." He suggested.

Jacob followed him, turning his head back occasionally as they distanced themselves from the others. Finally, they wandered over to the other side of the fence that circled the property. Then Sylas' hand pressed down against Jacob's shoulder, signaling him to stop.

"Jacob, look at me." He requested, his eyes looking down at Jacob. Jacob reluctantly lifted his head to meet Sylas' gaze. "Me, Jeffrey, Casey...we all had lives before. We eventually found each other." Sylas explained, his eyes on the river that cruised silently just a few yards before them. "We couldn't be further apart from each other. But you know what brought us together, Jacob?" He questioned, his eyes still gazing at the water's surface, both serene and gentle.

"Your pain." Jacob replied, his voice completely subdued. Sylas shut his eyes. Jacob's words fell into him like a brush of summer breeze. Finally, Jacob paused, took a deep breath, and faced Sylas head-on. "I still love him, Sylas." Jacob admitted.

"I know, Jacob. I know." Sylas complied, appeasing Jacob's discomfiture. His shame for letting the love for his best friend be the cradle of all his misery. As he looked at Sylas, Jacob finally understood. These men, who had crossed his path, were by random chance or devised destiny, offering him a chance to face Christian. To acknowledge the source of his pain and meet it head-on.

"What's going to happen?" Jacob asked.

"Rule number 3, Jacob: TRUST." Sylas said, finally facing Jacob. "Do you trust me?" He questioned.

"I do." Jacob responded, not a breath in between.

"Let's go inside." Sylas said.

They walked back up, past the fences, and into the house. Inside, it was as if they had never left. Everything was the same as it was that fateful night. It was surreal, as if they had just walked into an open crack in time. As Sylas moved aside, Jacob stepped forward to find Christian sitting in the same chair he was in when Casey performed his lapdance. He was naked with only his underwear on and his hands tied behind his back. Their eyes locked, but for a split second, it seemed neither of them knew what to say. Then, thankfully, Sylas shattered the silence.

"Gotta hand it to angel face here. He's a sneaky mother fucker." Sylas declared. "Three weeks ago, Jeff approached him and asked him to meet us here again. On the pretense that our boy Casey had some unfinished business with him. He came flying like a mother fucking bird, didn't you, angel face?" Sylas questioned. Christian stared at Jacob, his eyes reddened and shivering. "Much to my surprise, our boy here had only one demand. Can I tell him what it was?" Sylas teased, addressing Christian and pointing to Jacob. Christian seemed uneasy and angered. "Tell him what he said, Casey." Sylas ordered, pulling up a chair and sitting down, facing Christian as he looked at him with disgust.

"He said he'd only come if Jacob didn't." Casey revealed as he stood behind Jacob. The boy seemed apprehensive to disclose such an uncomfortable truth, knowing it would cause Jacob suffering. Jacob's eyes twitched in distress, and tears started forming. But he stood his ground and battled their escape.

"Why did you say that angel face?" Sylas stirred. Christian glanced at Jacob, his eyes tugging with guilt. "You know what, don't answer that." He intervened, seeing the absolute shame on Christian's mug. "Let's resume from where we left off." He steered. Casey went around the room and dragged all the chairs back to the round table. He set four small shot glasses and a bottle of whisky in its center. "Jacob, come." Sylas uttered, looking over his back. Jeffrey stood in the kitchen, slanted against the counter, scrutinizing everything that unfolded. Sylas turned to the table again, smiling. "New rules. There's no dare. Only the truth from now on. If you lie, you chug." He clarified.

Jacob and Christian had locked eyes since they sat opposite one another. They scanned each other's faces like strangers that had never met before. Yet, despite all e history that preceded them, there was an uncrossable chasm between them. And their failures regarding their friendship were becoming painfully clear.

"I'll start." Casey sounded. "Christian, do you think you were coming here to fuck me?" The boy questioned. Christian kept staring at Jacob.

"Yes." He answered. Sylas let out a blaring chuckle.

"Finally, some truth coming out of those gorgeous lips!" He hollered sky-high. "My turn. Casey, who would you rather fuck, Christian or Jacob?" The boy chuckled and then slanted forward, crossing his arms and placing his chin over his hands, observing both men as his head tilted from side to side. He then stood up, lifted his legs over Jacob's waist, and saddled him, taking his mouth to his ear.

"No doubt in my mind." He whispered softly and lustfully. Jacob smiled for a brief second, almost overlooking Christian presence. Then his eyes found his friend's again. Christian's dismay was beginning to course through. Despite Casey's attempts to intercept it, Jacob's gaze insisted on chasing Christian.

"My turn." Christian uttered. The room went stone-cold. "Why did you cut me off after the wedding?" He asked, his eyes squirming as he looked at Jacob. Casey lifted himself off Jacob's lap, sensing the answer would require all of his engagement.

"I just couldn't bear to continue living like that." Jacob answered, his voice assertive and commanding.

"What do you mean?" Christian questioned.

"Loving you from a distance, in secret." Jacob explained. "Loving someone who can't love you back...that's not living, Christian." He continued, the fearlessness in his voice taking the whole room hostage. "That's death." He ended.

"I...I wanted to...it's just..." Christian endeavored to explain, but he struggled to voice his feelings. "Why do you always have to make things so difficult..." He snarled back, pulling his gaze away. Sylas glanced at Casey, who stood up, loaded Christian's glass and chugged it down his throat.

"Now that's bullshit, angel face, and you know it." Sylas intervened, visibly ruffled by Christian's statement. Jacob raised his hand softly.

"Sylas, it's ok." Jacob sounded. "My turn." He said, pulling his chair forward and placing his elbows on the round table. "Does Emma know? About us?" He asked. Christian chuckled sarcastically, bringing his eyes back up again.

"No... She wouldn't understand." Christian replied, his conviction stuttering. "We could've..." He tried to imply, but Jacob cut him off.

"What, Christian? Kept it a secret?" Jacob completed, the dismay mantling on his face. "Fuck." He uttered as his hands caressed his mug with incredulity. Jacob searched for his friend inside the man opposite him but couldn't find him. "You know...all this time, I felt lost..." Jacob said, his heart finally coming to terms with the truth. "But you're the one lost, Christian." He persisted, despite the tears that rushed down Christian's face. "I don't even know who the fuck you are anymore..." He stated.

"You changed too." Christian muttered almost to himself.

"I didn't change, Christian." Jacob reiterated. "I found myself." He declared.

His words lingered around that large room like a sprinkle of light in a dark plane. His words were born from his hope. Sylas looked at Casey, whose tears of joy for Jacob's revelation fueled his own. He coughed, trying to mask his emotion.

"Here's the deal, angel face. I'll give you one chance. Right now." Sylas interceded, confronting Christian. "Tell Jacob how you feel. Tell him what he's been waiting to hear from you. Do it, and we'll leave right now." He declared. Casey looked at him, surprised. Jacob's eyes stared at Christian. Inside them, a fragment of hope whispered back to him. Sylas glanced at Jacob, then Christian. Despite the hurt that letting go of Jacob would cause him, especially Casey, Sylas' affection for this young man he desperately tried to save felt bigger than himself. "Christian, just say the words." He pleaded on Jacob's behalf.

Christian turned his head to face Jacob, his eyes fidgeting violently like a thundering explosion brewed inside them. He shook his head slightly, battling his way out of his inner struggle.

"I can't." He finally uttered. "She's pregnant..." He disclosed, releasing all his bottled pain as he sobbed uncontrollably. Jacob closed his eyes, his chest tightening as if a bullet had just shot through it.

"Congratulations, angel face, you're becoming a father." Sylas hollered, breaking the deafening silence that had engulfed the room. "Gag him." He ordered. Casey wrapped a wide and thick piece of cloth around Christian's mouth. "Breaks my heart, angel face, but this is the problem with people like you. You're too selfish. Too scared." He resumed. Removing his shirt and pants as he went, signaling Casey to do the same. The boy started to strip. "I'll spare you the pain Christian, and tell you the truth to your face: you're not deserving of Jacob's love." He fired toward Christian, walking behind Jacob and pulling the shirt off him, clutching his hair, towing his head back, and thrusting his tongue inside his mouth, lusciously. He lingered there a bit, rolling inside, blanketing it with his spit, marking his territory, before pulling away and looking at Christian again. "So tonight, sit back." He continued, teasing Christian. He took his tongue and licked Jacob's neck, sliding over his skin up to his ear. "We're gonna show you how a man like Jacob deserves to be loved." He stated, pulling Casey over by the arm and sticking his tongue inside the boy's mouth as they both moaned in pleasure.

They parted, each going their separate way. Casey bent down, and Sylas pulled back Jacob's chair so that every ounce of his body was in Christian's sight. Casey crawled toward Jacob and unzipped his pants, yanking them off swiftly. Jacob's dick snapped back like a slingshot, 8 inches of throbbing hard meat. Casey giggled and willingly dove his face into it, mouth agape. As soon as his warm and wet mouth brushed it, Jacob's head snapped back, unleashing a loud groan. Sylas left hand held Jacob's chin, forcing him to face Christian, while his right hand teased one of Jacob's raven fuzz-covered nipples.

As Jacob gazed at Christian, he saw his friend's mouth moving as he tried to speak from behind the piece of cloth. He squinted as he attempted to decode the words crawling out of Christian's mouth.

"I hate you." Christian emitted, the sound barely discernible. Jacob looked at him momentarily, one hand holding Casey's head, the other pulling Sylas' neck toward him.

"I know." He stated. "I guess this makes us even." He blasted back, a definitive determination in his heart.

And at that moment, for the first time in his life, Jacob turned his back on his best friend. He pulled Sylas in and skated his tongue inside the tattooed hunk's mouth, plunging inside his pungent breath. Casey was bobbing his head up and down on his cock, stopping to lick Jacob's shaft, showering all his acquired practice on that beautiful cock with whom he fell in love. Jacob moaned from inside Sylas' mouth, whose hands explored all of Jacob's upper body, from his chest hair to his dark brown nipples, even his belly button. Jacob's arms swathed Sylas' neck and caressed all his tattoos, grazing his soft hands over all the history engraved in that man's skin. Casey was edging Jacob's dick at this point, precum gushing from the tip each time the boy slid his tongue over it. He would purposely taunt it and clench his throat around Jacob's shaft, almost awaiting an order to unleash his batter.

"Casey." Sylas spoke, pulling his head back from Jacob, who stood there with his tongue out, moaning, unable to hold himself apart from Sylas' mouth and rugged taste. Sylas signaled Casey to pull back. The boy obeyed, crawling around the table and standing behind Christian, who looked at Sylas and Jacob, his eyes squinting and sweat running through his face. Sylas, with ease and brutal grace, lifted Jacob from the chair, held him naked in his arms, turned him around, sat on the chair, and placed Jacob in his lap, the young man's legs falling over his own. Sylas' 9-inch prick was slapping Jacob's cheeks each time he moaned. He purposely turned the chair sideways, so Christian would access everything he was doing. "Jacob, I'm going to fuck you now." He announced. Jacob's dick throbbed on Sylas' stomach, brushing against it and smudging it with his precum. Their tongues parted, but their mouths were still attached.

"Sylas, I'm scared." Jacob spoke from inside Sylas' mouth. His breath was feverish but eager.

"I know. I won't hurt you. I'll never hurt you. Remember, TRUST." He appeased under the affirming sigh of Jacob's voice.

Sylas took his hand, slid it between their pelvis' and wrapped his palm around Jacob's tip, gathering all his precum. Then he took his hand to his cock and lubed it. He then aimed his tip at Jacob's hole and started teasing it. With each rub Jacob would release a soft moan, like a mixture of surprise and pleasure. All these new sensations were raiding his body, and Sylas was right there with him, guiding him, protecting him.

"You're such a beautiful man, Jacob. You deserve to be fucked like a real man. Do you want me to fuck you, Jacob?" Sylas taunted as Jacob's head nodded in hesitant confirmation. "Tease my dick with this beautiful ass of yours. Beg me with your body." He coached. Being an obedient student, Jacob started swaying his pelvis very softly against Sylas' 9 inches. He swatted his arms around Jacob's smooth back and held him tight. As Jacob's moves became more intense, so did his grip. "From the moment I saw you, I knew: this is who you are." He groaned, his dick inflating with blood as Jacob teased his cock effortlessly. "Your body. Your spirit. You were born to be tamed." Sylas uttered, his gust cavernously low as if Jacob was slowly unleashing a caged beast. "Give me permission, Jacob. I need you to say it." He demanded. Jacob's arms, which girded Sylas' neck, unleashed their grip and descended from the sides of his torso, his right hand dipping on his cock. He then took his hand into Sylas' mouth again and made him taste his cum.

"Fuck me, Sylas. Please. I want you inside me." Jacob whispered.

"Good boy." Sylas groaned. He took his hands under Jacob's muscular thighs, lifted him over his dick, and let Jacob's body sink gradually and unhurriedly into him, sliding his cock inside the boy's hole with a gentleness only amassed by the most seasoned lovers. Jacob's hands went straight to Sylas' chest, gripping his fuzz as he bit on his lips, trying to restrain the pain.

"Fuck." Jacob moaned involuntarily.

"Shhh...it's ok. You're doing good. Breathe." Sylas guided, his voice plunging yet inviting. Jacob's threshold was widening before their eyes. The deeper it went, the more satisfying the pain became. Finally, his legs dangled over the sides of Sylas' muscular arms. "Almost there, Jacob." Sylas announced, informing Jacob that he was now mounting 7 inches of meat.

Sylas remained focused on his face, measuring every subtle change, every deviation, assuring that he wasn't giving Jacob anything other than pure pleasure. As the last inches drove inside, Jacob let out a loud gasp. Sylas' face was pure awe. Jacob opened his eyes to find Sylas waiting for him. He smiled at Jacob, dismantling the last shreds of discomfort on the boy's face. Jacob smiled back, and the two men chuckled as Jacob's head fell into Sylas, finally letting loose all the breath he had been holding.

"Fuck, that feels amazing." Jacob muttered, his lips running over Sylas' face, his voice in complete rapture.

"Jacob..." Sylas summoned as the boy's moans provided him with consent. "My sweet Jacob, I want you to give yourself to us...do you surrender yourself to us?" Sylas questioned, his voice slithering like a snake, holding the boy under a spell. Finally, Jacob's submissive yet persevering voice broke through from under his embrace.

"Yes." Jacob finally conveyed. Sylas broke his gaze from the boy looking sideways to where Jeffrey was standing, and smiled. Jeffrey's face didn't waver, but some exchange happened between the two men, for Jeffrey began to undress, and Sylas started to raise Jacob's body up and down, sliding his cock into his hole.

Through the hypnotizing sound of Sylas' wet prick moving inside Jacob, Christian's eyes broke momentarily from the scene and gaped in complete shock. On the other side of the room, slanted against the kitchen counter, was Jeffrey, completely naked and between his legs, the longest dick he ever saw. As his eyes tried to adjust to the sight of what seemed like 8 inches of a still-soft prick, Christian felt Casey's arm coming from behind, placing a tight grip on his chest.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Casey asked with marvel in his voice. "The first time I saw it, I couldn't believe it. You'll see..." He stated, his face now slightly aloof like he had lost himself in thought. Christian looked at Jacob, who was now being bounced up and down on Sylas' cock with vigor. His cheeks slapped energetically against the tattooed hunk's pelvis.

"Oh god...fuck..." Jacob moaned loudly as his hole and himself opened to new levels of pleasure.

"That's it, Jacob, take it." Sylas groaned, his body covered in sweat. Jacob's hands clenched on Sylas' neck as the thrusts became quicker and more potent. His moans suddenly shifted and turned into wails, born of pleasurable pain. His sphincter began to queef as it dilated, taking Sylas' thick cock. "Fuck, now you're relaxing. That's my boy! What a fucking amazing tight hole! Jeffrey, you gotta try it!" Sylas hollered in between thrusts, his sweaty hips slapping against Jacob's ass, his body surrendered to the tattooed hunk's control. "Just let me loosen him up a bit more for you..." He teased, his dick struggling to keep himself off Jacob's sweet taint. "Come here." He uttered, lifting Jacob and himself off the chair, turning around, and dropping Jacob's body over the pool table. His arms punched all the balls scattered from under them, his dick still throbbing. "Your ass is still clenching. We gotta take care of that." He persisted, resuming the pounding, this time more aggressively. Jacob's body bounced on the table, moving up and down, making the whole structure tremble. His wails were now loud and animal-like, impossible to disregard.

Jeffrey finally left the kitchen area and strode towards the pool table. As he reached Jacob, he pulled out a black piece of fabric with which he covered Jacob's eyes, tying it in a knot behind his head. Sylas' rhythm began to subside. He eventually let his dick slip from Jacob's hole, the queefing sound of his sphincter enveloping the room.

"Fuck, what an amazing ass." Sylas bragged. But his tone was far from belligerent or derogatory. Instead, he worshipped Jacob and relished the honor of being part of his deflowering.

"Sylas..." Jacob moaned, his whole body stretching in ecstasy. His arms reached out to find Sylas. He wanted him back inside him. Realizing this, Sylas went around the table, climbed it, and pulled Jacob's arms over his back, holding his wrists. "Sylas...what..." Jacob's voice murmured.

"Jacob, listen to me." He whispered in his ear as Christian watched in shock, unable to stop what was about to happen. Jeffrey arose and took Sylas' place between Jacob's legs and was now holding his 11-inch cock in his hand. "It's time for rule number 4: CHOICE." He stated. Casey smiled from behind Christian. "If you want us to stop, we'll stop." Sylas informed. Casey's arm gripped around Christian's neck and latched on it.

"What's about to happen, Christian..." He whispered as Jeffrey slowly slid his dick inside Jacob's puckering hole. Jacob's body skated up instinctively over the table, trying to flee from the massiveness of Jeffrey's shaft. Sylas was whispering things in his ear. Trying to calm him down. "...Is the most beautiful thing you'll ever see." The boy continued as Jacob's first whimpers started to emerge. "A man surrendering completely..." He said as Jacob arched his back and head in pain, receiving every inch of Jeffrey's cock. "When pain and pleasure merge..." He framed. Jeffrey went all the way in and thrusted deeper, scuffing Jacob's prostate at every turn, creating shockwave after shockwave of pure bliss. Sylas kissed Jacob, muffling his wailing sounds. Jeffrey grabbed Jacob's thighs and began hammering inside, ravaging his hole with no mercy, arching his head back in pleasure. "...And you finally surrender yourself to someone else. No fear." The boy explained. "You see...Jeffrey doesn't just fuck you, Christian. He goes for your soul." He ended, letting go of his grip on Christian, whose head dropped.

Casey moved away, leaving Christian there, alone and defeated, as he heard the uncoerced screams of his best friend being fucked beyond all recognition. And despite the tears that ran down his face, Christian couldn't help but peek at Jacob's subdued body, unable to withhold his one erection as he did. Sylas had kneeled on the table and shoved his dick inside Jacob's mouth. Jacob spumed and gagged, precum and drool oozing from the sides of his mouth as his body got slingshotted on top of the table by Jeffrey's powerful jabs. Then, finally, Casey joined them and resumed feasting on Jacob's still rock-hard dick.

Christian gazed at them, disoriented. He was there, as part of that ritual of sexual anarchy, his dick throbbing between his legs, and yet, he had never felt so alone. He was so out of himself that he didn't even realize Casey had freed him from the cuffs. The sounds from the fucking coming from the pool table, which had been, up until now, like whispers from a hazy dream, suddenly became loud and overbearingly present. Jeffrey's head veered sideward to face Christian while he continued to fuck Jacob relentlessly.

"Show's over. Leave." Jeffrey conveyed serenely, turning back to focus on Jacob, who wailed, releasing these primal sounds of euphoria and joy.

Christian sat there, unable to command his body. Tears ran down his face. Sylas pulled his attention away from Jacob for a moment.

"You better do what he says, angel face. Go home to your wife." Sylas stated.

Those words shot Christian out of his induced haze. He reaped himself up, removed his gag, picked his clothes off the floor, and dragged himself out of that cottage, closing the door behind him. As soon as the door closed, Jeffrey snapped his head back.

"STOP." Jeffrey shouted. Sylas and Casey pulled away, waiting for Jeffrey's command. Without ever pulling his massive dick out, Jeffrey held Jacob, wrapping his arms under him, tugging him close, and carrying his pliant, hammered body into the bedroom. He laid Jacob on the bed, still thrusting inside, and rolled the boy's legs around him, continuing to fuck Jacob in a missionary position.

"Jeffrey...fuck...please..." Jacob moaned, his voice feeble but alluring, begging the hunk to continue. Jeffrey looked at Jacob, their faces the closest they had ever been. He opened his mouth, but Jacob's voice cut him off. "Take my blind off." Jacob implored.

"What...?" Jeffrey muttered, stunned.

"Take it off. I wanna see your face while you seed me." Jacob demanded. Jeffrey's pounding became stronger again, more intense. He bit down the rag and pulled it away from Jacob's face. Their eyes were on each other. Jacob's mouth opened as Jeffrey's cock slid noisily inside his ass, his hole so loose that both men could feel the sheets soaking underneath from all the precum sliding off it.

"I..." Jeffrey muttered, his eyes scanning the room in search of an escape from that unsettling and unexpected intimate request.

"Jeff...my choice." Jacob emitted, his heavy breathing glazing over Jeffrey, whose salty sweat showered Jacob's face. Jeffrey stopped abruptly, his lips hovering over Jacob's. Jacob could feel his dick throbbing inside him, ready to burst.

"Jacob..." The hunk whispered in between heavy breaths. "Tibi dono vitae. Sic et tu homo honorabilis in eternum ambulabis." Jeffrey chanted into his mouth, leaning forward and finally kissing Jacob.

The kiss was magical. Soft, gentle, and passionate. Jacob could feel Jeffrey's load shoot inside his hole. It was potent, dense, and filled every inch of him, a feeling so inebriating that his load soon exploded between their stomachs.

But then suddenly, Jacob began to feel lightheaded. Inside his mouth, he could taste a metallic flavor, then something liquid gliding down his throat. Finally, he felt his vision get murky, and the last thing he recalled was Jeffrey's eyes emitting a formidable glow, like a blinding sunset, before he finally lost consciousness.

After a few minutes, Casey walked in and stood at the doorway like a child waiting for clearance. Jeffrey looked at him, took his index finger to his mouth, instructing the boy to be quiet, smiled, and signaled him to join Jacob in the bed. Casey lept inside and nestled into Jacob's motionless body.

Jeffrey exited the room closing the door behind him, walked to the bathroom, and took a long piss. He strolled back to the kitchen and stood peacefully in front of the counter, where a sea of glasses and empty beer bottles stood piled and disorganized. Jeffrey began pulling the bottles out, sliding them gently into the garbage beneath the sink. Then he moved on to the glasses. As he pulled the larger ones out, one suddenly cracked and broke inside his hand.

"Shit." He uttered, opening the tap water and holding his hand under it as he attempted to stop the bleeding.

Then suddenly, he halted. He began looking at his hand and took a deep breath. Then, while the water still ran, he held his hand up, picked a splinter of glass, held it along his wound, pushed the shard inside, and started cutting deeper, slicing his skin along his palm and into his arm, stopping a little over his wrist, his face fighting what seemed like excruciating pain. He threw the sharp glass into the sink and stood there, watching his arm bleed profusely. But the bleeding began to subside. Then something extraordinary happened that defied logic or reason. Jeffrey's wound began to heal itself. By the time he lowered his arm, it had closed completely, not even a scar or a blemish to prove its fleeting existence. He brushed water over the blood and scrubbed it with a kitchen towel hanging from one of the cupboards nearby. Jeffrey looked at his arm again with an almost disgruntled look.

"Jeff?" Sylas uttered from behind him. "We still need to engrave the rebirth date on his tag." Sylas informed.

"I know. I'll be right there." Jeffrey uttered. He brought his hand to his chest, held his tag in his palm, flipped it over, and stared silently at the date engraved on its back.

"AUGUST 15th, 1579"