“That’s RIGHT DUDE, its about accountability!”

David huffed and pushed the bars away in front of him, his chest burning from the exertion.

“Alright man, alright- that’s it for today, you did good,” Alphonse clapped him on the shoulder with his big hand and offered to help him up from the machine. David allowed himself to get yanked up in front of his stocky personal trainer.

“You’re doing great man, coming in like this every other day, now it may not seem like you’re making big gains here,” A hand went to David’s chest and he began to feel those butterflies in his stomach. He’d never intended to have a crush on his personal trainer, but over the last few months, he couldn’t help but fall for the big lug.

“…BUT, you’ve been doing some solid core work, so this area should be getting tight,” The hand moved to graze David’s abdominals, setting off alarms in his head willed himself to not get an erection.

“Thanks Al, you’re amazing with this stuff, I seriously wouldn’t be able to do this without you!” He replied a little too over enthusiastically, panicking inside as he tried to decide whether to initiate contact himself. What was appropriate here? High five? Shoulder punch? Al patted him on the back and walked away.

David threw his towel over his shoulder and started off to the change room. He allowed himself to daydream about a relationship with Alphonse, the giant Italian mountain. Spending the afternoon at the pumpkin farm drinking lattes, holding hands while ice skating, taking a picture with the family at Christmas. Sigh. All that David wanted was that perfect relationship.

He trudged into the locker room and began to strip down just as Alphonse came in to fill his water. The two made eye contact and nodded to one another.

The thing was though, if he was being completely honest- David didn’t just want that perfect relationship.

Ever so aware of Alphonse lingering in the locker room, David changed his movements as he prepared to shower. He made sure to bend over and stick his ass out in full view, then whip his towel across his neck in an eye catching manner. Bare assed, he sauntered into the shower room, picking a faucet with a direct line of site to the lounge area of the change room where his crush was killing time. As subtle as he could be, David would be making his shower a performance.

Because while the young man had a singular idea about how he wanted his normal, every day life to be – David also had an incredible, insatiable lust. For all the Instagram quality imagery he dreamt of, there was a far more dangerous side to him that would get him banned from Reddit.

Alphonse did manage to look over a couple times at him while he soaped himself in the shower. David caught him once, nodding over at him in acknowledgement with a blank face. Internally, all he could think was “Come break me”.

Soon after his trainer crush left, David finished his shower and dried off, taking time to futz with his hair in the mirror. Looking around at the empty change room, he began to make little flexing motions, smiling as he looked at himself and noticed the tiny changes to his body.

At 24, David was just barely starting to eek out from his skinny frame and put on a bit more weight. His pale skin had a smattering of freckles on his shoulders, his dark mop of hair standing out in firm contrast. He got by with a few random chest hairs, but felt proudest at his obvious treasure trail and thick bush. While he worked at putting on muscle, it was his body hair, his pits, pubes and legs that made him feel manly. He was slightly embarrassed about the dark hairs on his otherwise perky white ass, but figured he’d try waxing once he got ripped. At 6″ and 150lbs, that was going to take a lot more time and effort though.

With one more flex in the mirror, David nodded and headed back to his locker, feeling pretty pleased with himself. He thumbed at the dial on the lock and swung open the door, noticing there was a message on his phone. It was from “Sven”

“Why don’t you drop by tonight?”

* * * * * *

It had been a year of many firsts for David, having graduated college and completed an internship at an Insurance company. He had left that and gone big with his first real job, working at a bank as an analyst. His grades and internship had created some buzz around his talents and he had been highly sought after. The salary was incredible and he had his first apartment on his own – a condo at a fancy lakeside development just a stones throw from the financial district. Everything was definitely looking up for young David.

But in his off hours, David doing a lot of looking on his own.

The kid had every single app on his phone for hook ups, wired into the surrounding neighbourhood and beyond. Now that he was without roommates or living in his parents house, the apps were a dangerous candy land full of tempestuous delights. Granted, it was never really the grid of torso pics and smiling headshots that istanbul travesti pulled David in – it was the opportunity to experiment and be all the different things he wanted to be with each connected stranger.

He used different pics for each app, each one giving a glimpse of his body more than his face and providing a different array of kinks and interests. It was like fishing, putting out a different lure for different results.

He’d get messages from sturdy young jocks who wanted to bang, older daddies who wanted their dicks licked, the cab driver who was into rimming, the professional guy in a cardigan who wanted to be pissed on and David indulged in talking to them all.

In the course of an evening, David could talk with real live men about all his dirtiest fantasies, trading dick pics, indulging in every perverse and unspoken desire all while getting off on the idea of meeting. The IDEA.

There would always be an excuse, always an obstacle to meeting. If a promise to one day reconnect and “make it happen” wasn’t good enough, there was always the block button.

All of this worked well enough until the night David attended a work function, which is where he faced the reality of his online actions in the form of Sven.

Listed on the apps as a 49yo German entrepreneur, Sven was an evil looking daddy type. He had a decent, hairless body for his age, and wore a crisp modern hair cut- the sides shaved down with a thick wave of silver on top. David was drawn to the strict voice of his profile, and did a digital “wink”. Sven had a cool demeanour in chat, pulling from the younger man his fantasies about being dominated. While they never broached the topic of meeting and bringing fantasy to life, David always knew when they were getting close and made sure to initiate chats late at night so he could beg off to go to bed. “Early meetings, amirite?”

That night at the work event, David all but froze in place as he was introduced to the German by his boss. They shook hands- their first physical contact- and carried on in a professional manner. David would notice Sven glancing at him the rest of the night, and by the time he’d put in his hour at the party tried to slip out the door without further contact. Just as he was saying goodbye to his boss, David felt a warm hand on the small of his back. It was Sven.

“Ah yes, its a goodnight for me too Mac, it was great seeing you!” David turned to eyeball the older man. “It turns out your young protege lives in my building, I promised him a ride home. I gotta wonder if you’re paying these kids too much nowadays, ha ha!” David’s boss laughed and bid the two a good evening, letting Sven usher him away. David politely begged off but Sven insisted, linking arms and marching him out to his Maserati. Momentarily wowed by the affluent vehicle, David missed Sven reciting their address to confirm their destination, only muttering an affirmative once he was in the passenger seat.

Sven hit the highway and continued to make useless chit chat as David waited for the shoe to drop. He was awed by the interior of the car, the perfect hum of the engine as the city whipped by, and a bit intimidated by the relationship that Sven seemed to have with his boss. He kept his professional game face on, trying not to show any signs of nervousness.

Of course, he was a 24yo kid in the Maserati of his bosses friend- there was no way to keep those nerves in check.

They pulled into the parking garage at the condo, and David watched as Sven piloted the car past a private garage door he was unaware of. He figured, this must have been for the penthouse owners. Beyond the initial door were a set of locked garages, Sven hit a button and the two waited to access his private spot.

“This is really impressive Mr.-“

“Oh come on now DTF22, don’t be so formal, you can call me Sven!”

There was the other shoe. Davids face burned red as he swung open the door and slowly stepped out. He struggled for words as he stared down at his feet. He found himself on the precipice of his two worlds; the horny and the real. Before he could look up, Sven had stepped briskly towards him pushing him backwards with a forearm across the chest. David flattened against the wall, trying to catch his breath. Sven held him in place, taking a moment to lock eyes while nose to nose, then mashing their lips together in a grotesque kiss. David couldn’t resist the firm tongue snaking into his mouth, nor could he fight the German as he dug his free hand in to the waistband of his suit pants. There was a bit of a struggle before Sven took Davids cock in hand, causing him to yelp mid kiss. Sven broke off and hissed at David.

“Undo your belt!”

Just as instructed, the belt was loosened, and Sven yanked the front of his slacks open, popping the front clasp. He yanked the waistband of David’s boxer briefs down to his thighs and tugged at the young mans cock. The fine fabric of his suit pants pooled around his ankles as istanbul travestileri David gave a weak struggle. The twisting and grabbing of his penis caused him great pain, but in short time the twisting caused him to grow in Sven’s well manicured hand. Their mouths came together again, and David meekly attempted to kiss back. Sven began to furiously jerk the kid off and the two were basically huffing in each others faces until cum started flying. Sven never slowed, continuing to pull on David’s cock like taffy, squeezing out every last drop of sperm from the young man’s balls, then pulling away with a look of disgust on his face. He stared at the dripping goo on his hand, then brought it up to David’s mouth. He pushed his thumb past the boys lips, gazing intently into his eyes. David stared back in knowing bliss, accepting his daddy’s gift, suckling his jizz from the older man’s fingers.

As the sexual animus ebbed away, the two pulled apart, allowing David to pull up his pants and regain some composure. Sven wiped his hands on a nearby rag, tossing it carelessly on the floor then walking towards the front of the garage.

“Come now,”

David struggled to keep his pants up, what with no time to do up his belt and the button broken. He gripped the waistband in a fist and shuffled out of the garage so Sven could slide the gate down and escort him to the private elevator. The two got inside.

“This will only take you as far as the tenth, you’ll have to get off and take the regular elevator from there,”

David silently nodded.

By the time he got back to his apartment, he couldn’t think about tonights party, or his boss. He didn’t care about the older woman he rode on the elevator with who would have seen and smelled the cum on his suit.

All David could think about as he looked in the bathroom mirror, mimicking Sven by putting his thumb in his mouth, was how he would be able to resist the temptation of smashing his two sides together.

* * * * * *

Since the party, and the garage- David had met with Sven five other times. It was always in his condo, or in the stairwell – never in Sven’s penthouse apartment- and never more than some demeaning method of jerking off David. It definitely had the feel of a game, as all David hungered for was a chance to taste Sven’s cock.

The stairwell meetings were similar to the garage, with David pressed against the wall and Sven yanking his cock until they were covered in cum. When Sven would come to David’s apartment, things never got beyond the hallway. It got to the point that David would leave the door open and kneel naked on the floor waiting for Sven. Sven would come in and open his pants, releasing the perfect monument to cock, letting it dangle in front of David as initiative. Some times, he would let him smell it. The moment he even thought about taking a lick, Sven instinctively knew and would gently swat his face away like a dog.

After all that time, David desperately wanted that cock in his mouth, so when he got the text at the gym about “Dropping by tonight” he was on fire. Dropping by meant going to Sven’s place, which was a huge change of venue- and possibly a change in dynamic.

— Hey. Just at the gym. Do I have time to go home and change? —

He placed his phone on the shelf in his locker, and pulled on his underwear. He stared at the glowing screen waiting for a reply. Ding.

— No bother. Come straight from the gym. Penthouse elevator–

That confirmed it, David was over the moon, nearly toppling over as he tried to put on his gym socks from a standing position. He had no idea what was in store for tonight, but wanted it as soon as possible. He heard another ding, and looked over at the phone.

— Hope you just wear a jock strap under your shorts–

The text nearly caused David to shoot his load. He delicately stripped off his shorts and briefs, keeping his semi-erect cock in check as he rummaged around in his backpack for his black jockstrap. He relished the feeling of those straps sliding up his legs, and tucking under his cheeks. The jockstrap wasn’t just aesthetic to him, it was a whole sensation.

Dressing back up in his sweaty gear, David zipped up his backpack and dashed out of the gym. The condo was a block away, and the night was perfectly brisk. His sleeveless top and shiny basketball shorts offered little in the way of warmth, but the exposure made him feel delightfully vulnerable. The fabric of his shorts slid across his bare backside reminding David of how little he was wearing. It was all adding to the thrill.

Once inside the condo, David walked around the corner from the regular elevators and called for the private penthouse. A raspy inaudible voice spat out from the speaker, and David recited his full name. The door whooshed open and let the young man inside, taking a moment before closing and rushing him upward. This was actually happening, David thought to himself.

Ding!

The penthouse.

The travesti istanbul doors opened, and David found himself shocked.

Expecting a quiet museum atmosphere, a well decorated hallway with rarefied air and quiet dignity- the scene laid out before him was immediately jarring. The vestibule was packed with well dressed people in expensive coats, a bit tipsy and raucous as they waited for the elevator down. This was a party in full swing- and not the buttoned up, corporate affair from weeks before- this was a legitimate rager in the making.

Well, whatever the equivalent of a rager is to rich people.

Before he could step back and double check the floor, Sven came pushing through the crowd and pulled David through the hall and into the penthouse. A glass of wine was thrust in his hand as Sven began a series of fast talking introductions. It was dizzying, and David burned with embarrassment. What he’d hoped would be a private evening of sex, was now a social disaster- with him being forced to mingle with strangers, severely underdressed and smelling of sweat. God, what if anyone from work was here?! It was bad enough he was the kid genius, he didn’t need to look this unprofessional. He took a large gulp of wine, and winced at its tartness. Sven kept moving him through the party with a hand at the small of his back. More senseless introductions.

Finally, the two strode into the main living room where the party seemed to filter down to a handful of slightly more casual guests. Ties were undone, shoes removed. The evening view of the city and the lake filled the background as David found himself shaking more hands and apologizing for his state of dress. Everyone was polite but eying him up and down. His empty wine glass was soon replaced with another, and David found the alcohol helping to soothe his nerves. Sven reappeared.

“Ah my friends, finally – the lollygaggers are starting to head out, I appreciate everyone for sticking around- if you haven’t loosened your tie already, nows the time to sit back and relax. Is everyone alright with drinks?”

David swirled the last swig of his wine around in the glass, wondering how it disappeared so quickly. He didn’t remember guzzling it down so fast. A husband and wife approached him on the edge of the party and engaged him in conversation as he tried to focus on the lights of an adjacent building. He felt…light.

“…we’re so glad to see respectable young people in this building, aren’t we Mildred?” The older gentleman looked to his prim and proper wife, who giggled and shot him a look.

David stared at them silently, struggling to recall having started a conversation with the pair.

“Huh? Oh, yeah,” was all he could offer. “Um, excuse me for a second,” He moved away and took off his backpack, unzipping it and fishing out his phone. He felt like he had just arrived, but folks were starting to talk to him as though he’d been there awhile. He wanted to check the time.

“Oh hey, lets get that for you- take a selfie, huh?” A slender older man with dark rimmed glasses suddenly appeared and grabbed David’s phone. He turned the screen towards them and acted as if they were taking a picture together. David could just make out his lock screen as it recognized his face and opened the device before the stranger had tossed it to a larger, older man on the couch.

“I’m Mr. Richmond, I live in the building across the way- you seem familiar to me, have we met before?”

David blinked, a warmth filling his body as a tingly sensation danced across the tip of his nose. “What the fuck is happening” he muttered, suddenly unaware of what he was saying and what he was thinking. He looked across the room, squinting and trying to make out the face of Sven as he chatted with a pair of familiar gentlemen. Sven smirked back, his arms folded and his eyes darting back to his compatriots in a conspiratorial fashion.

“Hey kid,” Mr. Richmond and his glasses were now snapping his fingers in front of David’s face. “Lemme take that for you,” The backpack had vanished and David was fighting the trails he saw as he tried to move his head.

“And you know what kid, you look warm,”

“Uh yeah, its warm in here,”

“Lemme take these then,” And with one swift motion, Mr. Richmond had knelt on the floor, yanking David’s shorts down with him, and putting him on display.

There was an audible murmur through the crowd, with some quiet applause and mocking laughter. David knew he was exposed, but couldn’t fight it. In fact, he seemed to accept the idea, stepping out of his shorts and letting them be tossed about the room. He tried to look around for Sven but was at a loss. His whole body felt delicate and overly sensitive, the new breeze that crossed his bare ass gave him a pleasurable shiver. He logically tried to register the shock and humiliation of losing his pants in front of a room full of strangers, but there was a disconnect. The more he tried to reconcile the situation he was in, the more he felt…aroused.

“Accountability!” A familiar voice crept up behind him, as David surveyed the crowd. An arm snuck around his tiny waist and pulled him close as the audience began to quiet. David turned his head to see a grinning Sven beside him.