We get out the car and made our way to the reservoir. Here, gay men could be free to fuck to their heart's content, hang out with like-minded men, and if their bottoms were lucky, they’dgetlucky. Your top’s friend would top you while you topped their bottom. Gay slut math. Keep up. Or, if you wereextremelyfortunate, they’d swap positions and go at it all over again with you.
Mark was possessive, and I wasn’t that lucky. He barely tolerated the idea of another man looking at me, let alone being inside me. And he especially hated if I looked at other men.
“Don’t you get any ideas, mate.” He said as he got closer to the indiscernible chatter of men ahead. “You are mine. I ownyou. If you be polite to my friends, I will fuck your brains out later.” He leaned closer, and his hot breath blew into my ear, making my hole quiver. “Misbehave, and you won’t be able to walk!”
“So, either way, I’m taking your big, meaty one?” I reached over and squeezed his cock through his shorts. I shouldn’t have. He didn’t like it and gripped my forearm, pinching it like a warning signal. I winced.
He let go and smiled, taking off his aviators and hooking them on his shirt. “Come, follow me.”
We veered from the main path and walked on a side path down to the water, near a gazebo. It was beautiful. Stunning even. I couldn’t wait to go swimming naked. Everyone here swam naked and fucked in and out of the water. I looked around and, by the reservoir's edge, in the trees and bushes, groups of men were already getting it on.
We wandered back, and Mark saw some people he recognised. We walked over, and he introduced me to his friends. They were all men in their late forties. And yes, they had amazing bodies for their age. Like their entire purpose in life was to work out and look good.
And a lot of them wore the tightest clothes imaginable. I couldn’t help but stare; full hogs on display, and I was a hungry hole for some porking. Mark noticed, and when his friends walked off and spoke to others, he grabbed me from behind, dragged me to the gazebo and wrapped his bicep around my throat, to untrained eye it would look like an affectionate hug, but I was basically in a chokehold.
“What did I say?” he whispered into my ear.
“Are… you…testingme?” I struggled to ask back. I shouldn’t have. He gripped my neck in a tight burst then released. I gasped for air. I knew he liked it rough. So did his friends, who noticed us and came back over.
“Your bitch getting out of hand there, Mark?” asked one, causing another to turn around.
“I have to slap mine sometimes,” said another. “Remind him who’s in charge!”
It was one thing having Mark use me as his cum receptacle. It was another hearing these men talk about me like I wasn’t even there. Like I wasn’t even a person. Just an object. It was a quick yet devastatingly crushing epiphany. I wanted out, and I made to leave, but Mark grabbed my hand.
He grabbed my hand. He never grabs me like this.
Not in the rough way like he normally would. It was gentler. Apologetic. I was taken aback, and after placating his friends, he urged me to leave with him.
He took me to a secluded part near the reservoir, a clearing just before the forest started, away from the crowd. He let go of my hand and then walked forward.
“I am sorry for bringing you here. I just wanted one last moment with you before I…” he stammered but didn’t look my way.
“Before you what?”
“My deployment is starting early. I have to leave tomorrow.” He spoke.
I nodded but didn’t look at him.
“You’re gonna be OK though, right?” He asked in the voice he used when he was trying to be kind. It was the same one he used when he begged me back inside when I ended things the first time. “Eds?” He approached me, and I looked up at him.
This was my moment to actually do something with my life and be rid of this man, who had just been using me day in and day out for nothing but to satisfy his needs.
“Dunno,” I said. “Don’t think you would even come to my funeral if I died tomorrow if I am being honest.”
He snorted. “Not even if it was on garbage day,Trash.”
He stepped forward, oddly tender for him.
“But you know it's not because I don’t like you. Just in the world I’m from, they don’t understand people like you and me. I have learnt to blend in.”
Hide who he was, he meant.
A question bubbled up inside me. I needed an answer to it . If he was going off to join the army, I wondered how his betrothed was feeling?
“How’s Judy taking the news?” I asked and regretted it instantly. I broke my one unspoken rule that was never meant to be broken. He didn’t know I knew who his fiancé was, let alone her name. And now the truth was out.
“How do you know about…” his eyes flickered from concern for my wellbeing to pure rage. He continued, but with venom in his voice. “Not that it matters, but sheiscoming with me. We are both starting a life in the town I’ll be deployed to.”
