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What is it that they say, you can never go home again? It seemed strange being back in Elkhart. After ten years it was hard to even recognize it as my hometown. The Malls were the new downtown; everywhere in the country and Elkhart was no exception. All the elegant stores I’d remembered along Main St. were now gone and the street had become nothing but cheap bars and empty buildings. My growing up years here now seemed like a lifetime ago. Everyone I’d known in school had left going on to greener pastures and I truly hoped I would never see them again. I’d become a complete stranger in my own hometown. It was quite a twist of fate to be working back here after my tour of duty in the Service and five years in Art School. After graduation from the Institute I’d sent out my resumes to everyone everywhere that I though that could use a designer. I was more than just a little disappointed when nothing encouraging came back. Then from out of the blue I got this outstanding offer from a Mr. Majors, the owner of Brandywine Trailers in Elkhart. When I showed up in his hotel room at the Hilton for the interview all he would say was he’d heard great things about me and with a wave of his hand he dismissed the subject saying I was one of several Designers he was looking at. I was glad he was interviewing more than just me, because so often these interviews were just a chance for some oversexed executive to get a quick piece of ass from a struggling designer. I would have never guessed a factory that made Luxury campers would even want a full time Designer let alone offer a beginner that kind of money. Most of there design work was copies of leading California camper designs from the expensive companies. I had some reservations about going back to Elkhart but the salary they offered me was unreal. It was so much I joked saying it was more like they were buying me than renting me. I told him it was almost magical how they had found me and come up with a position I couldn’t refuse. It was like they always said, if you have enough money any town could be a wonderful place to live. When I arrived back in town, just the sight of it brought back bittersweet memories about from when I had been boy living on the West Side of town and going to school. At Elkhart Central if you worked, didn’t have a car, and dressed in blue jeans you were considered white trash. The kids had considered me white trash. Needless to say I never fit in. All my life I’d felt like an outsider at Central High right up to the day I graduated. The only bright spot in all those years was my buddy, Bobby the horse. He was the only boy in school that made any effort to be my friend. He was a simple country boy and something of a hick but he was such a beautiful boy. He had all that black curly hair and green eyes that I was obsessed with him. Not only was he beautiful he was hung like a horse. At the beginning of our senior year one weekend I stayed out to the farm with him. It was when he was showing me the barn that we began horsing around in the hayloft, and before I knew what was happening, we made it together. He was the kind of boy that wanted to possess his lover and he made it quite clear he was the butch one in our relationship. From that very first time he had me I learned to surrender to his wants and needs. With that cock of his, I was more than willing to become the submissive one in our relation ship. He always delighted in screwing the hell out of me and I learned to love it. We were more than lovers were by the end of our senior year we were really in love with each other. It was after our graduating when I told him I had made the decision to enlisted in the service that we had that tearful fight. When we finally made up we lay together after sex and he kept hugging me he asking why I was leaving him. Explaining to him I wanted to capitalize on the GI Bill and college and make something out of my self once and for all. My only regret was leaving the one boy I’d ever loved. Bobby had begged me to stay with him saying that we could find someway that we could be together. Holding him close I told him no matter how much I loved him I knew I had to leave and make my mark in the world. For once in my life I wanted to find my rightful place in society. We wrote to each other for years but with travel and over time somehow the letters just stopped coming. After a while we lost all contact with each other. Over the years I cherished the memories of my first love. If anything my memories of us became more erotic and my feelings of loneliness deepened. I’d never found anyone like him again. I’d never gotten over my fantasies about him and some nights I would still even have wet dreams about him. Two many times to count in the last ten years I’d wondered if my life might have been happier if I had stayed with him. I began to believe no one ever forgets their first love affair or the man that brings him out. Now ironically ten years later I was living at Jefferson Park--one of the most exclusive condos in the city. Mr. Majors, my new boss, had been the one that made the arrangements for me to live here. All he would say was it had been one of apartments they’d kept for visiting buyers, but I might as well use it. He even hooked me up with this Jeffery Lancer person so that I could give the rooms my personal touch. As for Mr. Jeffery the decorator, I got a kick out of him. He was more interested in doing me than the apartment. Sitting there in the living room with the television on after a quick supper, I began going over my mail. It was amazing how much of it was transferring from Chicago after all these weeks. This one poor letter looked like it was done for. It had been rubber-stamped and rerouted to the point it looked liked a mod painting. What was even more astonishing was it was mailed from Elkhart and transferred to a dozen places finally following me here back to Elkhart. It had come home. I couldn’t believe my good fortune and when I opened that well-traveled letter I was dumbfounded, Bobby the horse was trying to find me. It was really strange how things were working out. Usually they just don’t transfer mail like that. Well perhaps tomorrow I would try it look him up. Not giving it another thought, I went to shower and get ready for Jeffery. He’d called earlier saying he was coming over and I knew he wanted me. I set out a couple of brandies to warm and went to shower. He was always bringing some small trinket for the apartment as an excuse to come over. I just hoped he wasn’t wearing that dreadful hairpiece. It seemed unreal for a man of twenty-five to have so little hair and such a little cock. Well, at least he had a great ass and he fucked like a mink. When the bell rang I was ready for him, clean with just my robe on. Opening the door, I let my robe swing open as I handed him a glass of brandy. I just loved to tease the shit out of him that way. He always blushed when I flaunted myself, calling me a shameless bitch. When I really got to him he would swear that someday I would beg him for his cock like the sex-crazed animal I was. Jeffery was a size queen and he worshipped big cocks, but like all little fagots, he still wanted to be the macho one. With him, just out of spite, I liked being the bull of our relationship, forcing him into submissive positions and making him beg for my meat. We sat and sipped our drinks, he fussed over me and for spite I began telling him about Bobby the horse, what a strong masculine man he was and he was after me. Giggling it that effeminate way of his, he said I should call him immediately. Then with that knowing wink he said I might find the opportunity that would change my whole life. I gave a lot of thought to Jeffrey’s statement, after all that little Queen was smart enough to run one of the biggest decorating outfits in the area, servicing both the home and the trailer industries. When he had told me to call my friend I had to give that some thought, that man always knew what he was doing. As soon as he left, I decided to call Bobby. His line rang several times and then someone picked it up. After a long pause this deep husky voice answered with a simple hello. Muttering hello and blurting out my name, I pause, not knowing what to expect. Bobby got all excited. He started asking dozens of questions and when I told him where I was living, he insisted on coming over immediately. I was excited like a schoolboy waiting for him. When the doorbell finally rang I sprang to answer it. Swinging the door wide open, I was stunned and pleased at how he looked. He was even more beautiful, a little older perhaps, and even more handsome than I had remembered. He just stood there staring at me, and then blurting out all he could manage was, “You’re gorgeous”. Inviting him in, we impulsively kissed and it was exciting feeling that hard wonderful body of his against mine. Then getting my breath, I offered him a brandy. We kept staring at each other as we sat there sipping our brandy and somehow the years just slipped away. We kept reminiscing about all the good things that had happened to us in school. He was bringing back all of the wonderful times I had forgotten. The spark of affection was still there between us--ready to flare up into a burning love. The one thing I couldn’t get over was that in school, he was such a butch stud, with football, weight lifting all the macho sports. He was built like a brick shithouse. Now, he almost had an effeminate quality about him. Well, no matter, he was still a hunk. Finally like all gay men, he asked me if I was married or had someone special. Laughing, I reminded him how he had fucked my ass off, and reminded him I just wasn’t the marrying kind. I only liked fucking men. Then I ask him if he was married. Blushing, he said he’d gone with several guys but nothing ever seemed to work out saying he’d never gotten over me. He’d always hoped I would come back to him. He said now he had something he was committed to. We sat there until past midnight drinking and sheepishly he said he was to tanked to drive and ask if he could sleep over. How could I refuse! He was drunk, beautiful and I knew from experience that I could get my cock up his ass. I really wanted him. Leading him into the bedroom and tossing him a pair of PJ’s, he went in to shower. Sitting there naked on the bed waiting for him when he came out of the bathroom, I was stunned. His beautiful chest was covered with this enormous tattoo that looked like some kind of medieval crest. Somehow it made him look even more exotic. As my eyes traveled down his body at the sight of his huge hard cock I began getting excited. Blushing like a schoolboy, he said he still loved me and he wanted to make love to me. Asking him about that tattoo of his, all he said was someday he would tell me all about it and dropping to his knees he began begging me to fuck him. As I passed him, I pulled him to his feet and our lips touched my hand slipping down to his hard firm cock for a quick grope I told him his ass was mine. Telling him to get in bed and get ready for me, I went in for a quick shower. He’d made the first move and it was obvious his ass was mine. I wanted that ass of his so bad my balls ached. Quickly drying off, I hurried back into the bedroom leaving the lights on. I didn’t want to miss a thing tonight. Slipping into bed with him, our naked bodies touched and it was electric. It was as if had been destined to be together. Our hands were all over each other and he began sliding down my body, purring like a little kitten and taking my cock into his mouth. My big bad stud was now all fag and the way he was working on me, I was on fire with lust for his ass. Rewarding him with a hot load of cum, he sucked me until I hurt. Still I wondered what had turned him into such a docile sex starved creature. Pushing that hot sucking mouth away from my cock, I rolled him over on his back and lifting his legs up over my shoulders my cock slid up his crack searching for his sweet spot. Finding his hole and sliding my cock into him, I slid in right up to my balls. Whoever or whatever had been teaching him how to take a cock up his ass was one damn great teacher and must have one hell of a cock. Bobby’s ass was now really a prime piece of meat to fuck, loose, hot and juicy and he knew all the moves to please and titillate a man. Giggling like a giddy schoolboy, he begged to stay the night with me. After that glorious night of lovemaking, we became a constant item every Friday night. He began to tell me he’d been trying to find me for months and was ecstatic when one of his letters finally reached me and I had called him. He was everything I wanted as a sex partner, submissive, obedient and eager to satisfy my every need, we had a great relationship. I kept begging him to stay with me on weekends, but he always seemed to have commitments on the weekends. After a while I began to get jealous of whoever or whatever was keeping his ass from me. I was obsessed with him. It was hard to believe that this hard body hunk that use to rape the hell out of me had turned into the softest most submissive lover in the world. In the ten years we’d been apart he was a completely different person. In school he was this hard masculine stud that wanted only to screw. Now there was nothing he would refuse me, all I had to do was ask and he was mine to command. Weeks passed and it was after our Friday night of lovemaking when we lay in each other’s arms, that he whispered softly in my ear, begging me to join the organization and be with him forever. All he would say was he’d told the other members about me and even showed them my picture. They had agreed to interview me for membership. I was a bit putout because he was so secretive, but I told him I would think about it but I was hurt he’d gone and done it with out my permission. I had little time to think about it though. Mr. Majors was keeping me traveling on the road looking at and inspecting all the suppliers we were using, saying I needed to learn about the business from the ground up. They were fun type trips, but I didn’t even have a desk assigned to me and he was paying me in cash. It was like I wasn’t even working at Brandywine Trailers. He kept saying I would soon be right at home in the position that I was brought here for. When I got back into town , I was surprised when Bobby told me he had arranged for us to spend the weekend together. Well that was going to be a special treat, so when Bobby showed up, he was dressed more casually than I’d ever seen him. He was in tight jeans, tennis and a ragged T-shirt. He looked sensational, but I ask him where in the hell were we going to eat--with him dressed like that. Telling me to slip into a pair of jeans, he took one of my T-shirts and began ripping the sleeves out of it. As we made our way down to his car, he said he’d arranged for me to be presented tonight to the club membership chairman. I began to get upset with him, but he had that cute pleading look of his and when he begged me not to let him down, I had to surrender to him. Damn it! I still loved that hunky bastard. We stopped at a McDonalds drive in and after a burger, coffee and fries, we were off. Snickering, he said that was just to keep us from starving and promised me a real treat tonight after my interview. It was all so damn mysterious that he had picked my curiosity. All Bobby would tell me was the history of their organization went back centuries and they had a large membership with affiliations all over the world. Its members were all professionals of some kind or other, and even a lot of them were married. He went on saying it was a kind of secret brotherhood. The members were composed of some of the leading business owners and farmers. I might even recognize many of the members. He began telling me he had only been recruited to service them several months ago. That the man who had brought him in had suffered a fatal accident and now there was an opening for another service member. The only way a man could become a member was for another member to recommend him. Then, if he passed their inspections, they were indoctrinated into the organization. Bobby then told me he had recommended me for his associate and he was sure they would like me. When we reached his car, I had to ask him about it. He was driving one of those expensive black Mercedes, and I knew it was way out of his reach. All he said was it belonged to the organization. As we drove off, he took the road through town and finally as we passed out of the business district, he took the old turnoff to the river road. I did recognize the area, it was the oldest most elegant district filled with the old mansions of the old wealth. Slowing pulling into a long drive, he hit a button on the dash and a large iron gate swung open to a large, gated parking lot. Snickering, he said the members had all their cars equipped to work the gate like that. He pulled around to the back of this old elegant castle like building and parked. Getting out of the Mercedes, I followed him up some stone steps to a side service entrance with a steel door. Taking a key from around his neck, he unlocked the steel door, saying they would be waiting for us inside. This was beginning to turn into a wild fantasy. Once inside, the looks of the building changed drastically. The door opened into a dark paneled room with lush leather club chairs surrounding a huge round coffee table. To the side of the room was an old time standing up Western bar with a full array of liqueurs. It had the look of a private club. In this lush setting, I felt somehow ashamed of how I was dressed. Then one of the huge oak doors opened and an older man impeccably dressed in a beautiful suit joined us. Now I really felt out of place. Not even giving me a second glance, he indicated I should sit. To my surprise, Bobby kneeled on the floor at his feet like some obedient slave. I was beginning to have uneasy feelings about this whole matter. I had been dumbfounded with Bobby’s actions to say anything, and I took the chair offered to me, not knowing what else to do. The man leaned over whispering something to Bobby and immediately he was up getting something for us to drink from the bar. Bobby then passed a small tray with two glasses of liqueur to the man. The older man who introduced himself than as Mr. Rogers, took both of them, then offering me one. Holding the glass in a toast, he sipped a bit of the thick amber liquid and got right down to the point. As I sipped from my glass, the stuff almost took my breath away. The first thing that happened was my tongue began going numb. That feeling seemed to go right to my nervous system. As that warm feeling spread through my body, I began to relax without a care in the world. Mr. Rogers began to explain that their organization was called “The Sons of Eros” and it was an old, established men’s association that had been founded centuries ago. The chosen ones met once a week to explore there inner selves and liberate there bodies. They then would relinquish all worldly desires and sexual hostilities in their quest for freedom of all their inhibitions. It was a catharsis time for all the members as they worked as a team and it allowed them to reach dazzling heights in mental awareness. Continuing, he said when they had freed themselves of all their inhibitions and hidden desire, they were able to achieve exceptional heights in industry and government. He went on proudly, saying many outstanding men of the ages had been members of the Sons of Eros. Their achievements and works in the world furthered mankind in all levels of society and industry. I was being offered this chance to dedicate my life to help these men further mankind. Smiling down at Bobby, he told me he had been the last of the novitiates they had accepted, and was just a new member to the flock as a vassal and he was not yet fully trained. He went on to say they had an opening in their membership, since the untimely death of their primary vassal in an auto accident. Bobby had begged to be allowed to recommend someone for the position. He chose you and we accepted his suggestion and did much research on you. We have found you worthy. All that was left now was the member’s acceptance of your body. Then going on, Mr. Rogers explained how Bobby had spent the last year trying to find me, but all his efforts were unsuccessful. He did however have your picture and description and that was when the organization needed, so we sought you out and investigated you. He had been really a simple matter to find you and bring you here. Suddenly smiling, he went on to tell me that the Sons of Eros had branches all over the world and there was no one or anything they couldn’t accomplish. The board had decided you were satisfactory if you passed the physical requirements. I was to undergo their evaluation this weekend and if I was satisfactory, I would then take my place as Bobby’s mate. But first there were papers I had to sign swearing an oath of secrecy to the order. I began to answer, but suddenly found myself having a hard time forming the words. That was when he offered me another drink, and with a twinkle in his eye, told me I needed a bit of the hair of the dog to untie my tongue. This time it went down real smooth. Now I was accepting everything he was telling me without question. I began to accept everything he said now. When he told me to sign, I signed. When he asked me to swear my allegiance, I swore my allegiance to them. When he asked me if I wanted to join, I only answered “yes”. It no longer seemed to matter about signing a secrecy pledg--if he told me I must, I did. In fact, now nothing seemed to matter much except only doing what I was commanded to do. It was like I was watching everything in a fascinating dream. When Mr. Rogers explained the whole indoctrination would be video taped for their archives for future training sessions, all I could do was giggle like a fool, saying that would be wonderful and I even asked if I could get a copy of the tape. Bobby was now naked, standing there obediently holding a glass filled with a green fluid. Standing, Mr. Rogers held that glass to my lips, admonishing me to drink it all. Mr. Rogers smiled approvingly as I drank and he assured me I would see my film. Whatever had been in those other drinks I had somehow lost my will to resist. As I finished draining the glass, he told me the chemical would prepare my body for its trial evaluation. I began to feel the numbness spreading through my limbs--even before I’d finished the glass. I dimly realized I was now loosing control of my rationality and hearing his voice through a fog, when took my hand mindlessly I followed him. All I could do now was obey him. I stumbled up the steps. Hot sensations flooded my body spreading through loins. They positioned me on a raised platform and naked bodies wearing grotesque leather masks of outrageous fantasy characters quickly surrounded me. Then my body began to tingle all over as I felt hands touching me. My clothes were being cut off and someone stripped off my shoes. Now standing there naked, someone began rubbing hot oil all over my body. A warm numbness and sexually excitement filled my very being as my body began to quiver, awaking sexual lusts and desires in me. Someone was leading me away again. And I willingly let them take me to a bench and lay me face down. Straddling the bench hands began placing my legs in stirrups. Fingers were at my ass spreading my cheeks and shooting a hot lubricant up my ass in my exposed ass hole. Then pulling my hands forward, they tied them, adjusting my head in a tilted position and placing a ring gag into my mouth, forcing me to keep it wide open. The final thing they did was to tie my balls to the bench. Dimly, all I could see were rows and rows of hard cocks all pointing and waiving in my direction. Someone muttered to me that I was now their vessel to hold their life giving forces. My body now belonged to them forever. With a slow dim realization I realized the organization I had been taken into was in fact an ancient cult. Bobby had search me out and delivered me to them and now I had been taken as slave for their lust. The oldest member stepped forward and placing his cock in my open mouth, moved forward. Then he shoved his meat deep into my mouth and down my throat. As that huge cock of his worked its way into me, hot flashes and sensations ran through me and I wanted it to go on forever. As he worked me, the chanting started and the excitement in the room started to build. When he was ready to climax, he forced himself deep into my throat filling me with his hot cum. Then stepping around to my ass, another man forced his way into my mouth as I felt that hot huge cock I’d just finished sucking being driving up my ass. Now the circle was complete, they were joined together using my body as their vessel of communication. I felt complete. And so it went for hours and hours until I lost count of how many times I’d been fucked or how many of them I’d sucked. All I knew was I wanted them and I welcomed them into my body without hesitation for however long they wished. In those long hours of relentless screwing over and over, I heard a voice telling me it was my duty to be the repository of their sexual needs just as Bobby was. Then someone removed my ring gag and untied my balls. Hands held a glass for me and I vaguely remember drinking more of that green liquid. As that wonderful warm feeling flowed through my body. After that, I freely and eagerly welcomed their cocks into my mouth, sucking down any and all the fluids they shot into me. The more they used me the more excited I became, and the more desperately I wanted them even moving from man to man on my hands and knees like an animal begging them to fuck me. Time had lost all meaning for me and now. The only thing I wanted was cock. Servicing them had become the most important think in my life. I kept taking them until I could no longer remember who or what I was, only that I needed them. When I awoke, it was with a violent hangover and I hurt all over. Bobby was hovering over me like a mother. I could barely talk from the abuse of my throat the night before. As I started to get up, I found that my ass was numb. Then I remembered it all and looking up at him, I told him I didn’t know if I wanted to join that club of his. The only thing they wanted was a boy whore to fuck. Then I felt the bandage covering my chest. Lifting it, I saw this enormous tattoo, the same as Bobby’s. I knew I had been accepted into their cult. With a suddenly serious look on his face, he told me that I was not allowed to have sex with any one but him or his masters. I had to maintain the purity of my body for my masters. We would be trained and kept here now as the property of the Sons of Eros for he rest of our lives. Giggling and crawling in bed with me, he said it was okay for us, but that was because we both belonged to them and they had mated us together. Then snuggling up to me he told me we would complete our training all next week. I told him I wasn’t sure that I wanted anymore of that. Sitting up with a frightened look on his face, he told me I was now the property of the cult, I had taken the oath and sworn my life to the cult now and there was no where I could go to get away from them. I had to realize my body belonged to them the same as his did now. Now fully awake and sitting up and looking around, I asked were the hell we were. We were naked and in a cage with a toilet, a shower and a bed. That was when Mr. Majors came into the room to talk with me. Standing there outside our cage, he told me they had gone to great lengths to find me and to bring me here after Bobby’s recommendation. One of our members even checked you out to find out how satisfying you were sexually. You do remember our evaluating member, it was our Jeffery Lancer. Now he and the other members expect a long and happy union with you and looked forward to your training next week. Then he told me that their chapter was privileged to host the Midwest convention and Bobby and I would be fortunate to service a large section of the clan. Then having a small television in to the cage with a tape running on continuous play, he reminded me of his promise to show me the tape of my training. We sat there for hours watching and I could hardly believe how I was responding to them. The single thing that stunned me most was when I was on my knees begging Jeffery Lancer for his cock. I watched in fascination as he turned his ass to me and bending over I began sucking his ass hole hungrily begging for his cock. He had promised I would beg him someday for his cock and now there I was his willing slave. We hand noting in the room to watch day after day but that tape running and slowly I began to realize I loved this life. Taking Bobby’s hand we kissed and with the background of the sounds of sex from the tape, our week of lovemaking was interrupted only occasionally by one of our masters wanting to be serviced. Bobby and I were learning to work together to please them, our tongues reaching and searching out all the warm moist parts of there bodies. When they were ready, we presented our bodies to them for their pleasure. Finally, our day of training was here and we were ready and eager. We both were showered early Friday excited and eager for our training. Mr. Majors, the head of the Cult, opened our cage and stepping inside, offered us that green drink again, saying it would make our training much more pleasurable for us. As we began to sip on our drinks, he explained we were entering into the final training period of our indoctrination. Members from many of the branches had traveled miles just to assist them in our training. We would be given rest breaks for food, but we would be available to them at all times of the day and night for our training. Then standing, he instructed us to address any member of the organization as master and ordering us to kneel, he slipped steel collars around our necks saying it was customary to band the animals of the cult. He then led us into the assembly room. Standing there, I recognized many people in the crowd, Mr. Towers the owner of my condo, Mr. Collins the man in personal that had hired me and even Jeffery Lancer my decorator, the one I had begged for cock. There was even some of the mayor’s staff with a few other political dignitaries. It was clear now that I had been maneuvered into being their sex servant and now there was no escaping it--I belonged to them now. They controlled every part of our lives now and we were their possessions, their pets. Bowing my head, I saw the bench with my name lettered on it and mounting it moved my legs into position ready for their desires. It was no longer necessary for me to be bound, I was now willing to serve my masters, The Sons of Eros. Glancing over at Bobby, I saw he was mounted on his bench waiting to service them. He winked and we were ready. It began just like before. Our bodies were oiled and we became the vessels of their sex. One by one they advanced, using us for their pleasure as that chemical removed any desire for us to resist them. As they plunged their cocks into us, we begged for more. The line of men was endless and as they kept shooting cum into us, it was now running out of our holes as they continued to fill our bodies with their fluids. We were nothing more than their pagan animals being trained for there pleasures. By morning we were both glassy eyed and had become simple robots of lust. The Cult kept at us day and night all that week until finally they had achieved the end of our training. Our bodies were raw and our wills were broken and our only desire now was to have their cock in our bodies. We were then commanded to kneel as our master declared Bobby and I now the property of the Cult. We were then given a cup to drink from as they told us now our only duty in life was to service our masters. As the wine began to dull our senses, that was the last thing I remembered. When we awoke, we were laying on our cot--naked. For a second it all seemed like a dream until I felt Bobby huddling closer in my arms and felt my raw ass and mouth. I was unable to talk from the abuse I’d received that week. We lay there together, but like the animals we’d become, we began licking and sucking on each other and soon the craving for sex consumed us again. Crawling into a sixty-nine position we lay there copulating, driven by this need for constant sexual contact. Our common bond with our masters now was we desperately needed them. We couldn’t live with out their cocks. This was now our life and we were happy together.