"Hide & Seek" by Nemo

The sound of a fist hammering on a door, echoed down the alley. A curious observer would have seen two heavily built guys in suits, pounding on the basement door of a near derelict building. After a few seconds the door was cautiously opened outwards.

"Hey dudes? What’s up?" asked the blonde surfer guy who opened the door

"FBI." said one of the guys in suits, flashing his ID "Are you the only person in this property, kid?"

"Sure, dude." said the kid in a slightly stoned voice "Just me."
"You got any ID?" asked the first agent. The kid, dipped his hand into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. He gave his driving licence to the agent, who looked at it for a few seconds and handed it back.

"Do you mind if we come in and check?" asked the second agent.
The surfer kid, scratched his head for a second "Don't you need like a warrant or something?" he asked.

"Well if we wanted to search without your consent, yes, but if you agree to let us in then, no" replied the first agent.

"Umm.. What exactly are you looking for?" asked the kid, looking slightly nervous.

The second agent, smiled to himself for a second "Relax kid, we're not interested in anything you might have for personal .. recreation... We're after a very dangerous guy. He was seen coming down this alley, and we're just checking all the properties."
"Well if that's all, then sure guy, come on in." said the kid, stepping back from the door.

"Could you just step outside for a few minutes?" asked the first agent. The kid shrugged, nodded and stepped outside.

The two agents entered the property, both with weapons drawn. The kid whistled quietly to himself as he leant against then wall.
After five minutes the agents came back outside, putting their weapons away as they came out.

"Thank you for your cooperation." said the first FBI guy, sounded vaguely disappointed

"No worries dude." said the surfer kid, as he headed back inside. As he closed the door, he heard the two FBI agents talking to each other.

"I don't understand, that was the last place in a dead end alley. Where has he gone?"

"Who knows. Just another one of his miracle escapes. I don't know how the guy does it."

With the door firmly locked and bolted behind him, the surfer kid headed into the bedroom. He went to the bed and ran his finger along the base of the bed which was fixed to the floor. At a certain point he pushed hard and there was a faint click.

He put his fingers under the edge of the bed base and lifted hard. The whole base pivoted up on hidden hinges. Revealed beneath was a small hollow, just large enough for a person to lie in.

Laid out in the space was as an exact duplicate of the surfer kid, eyes closed and immobile. The surfer kid reached down and checked his double's pulse. After a few seconds he leant back, satisfied. He looked at the kid and now that he was safe, took the time to check the originals body against his body. He noted a couple of new scars on the surfers body and meant a mental note to alter the body-suit to match the original.

He smiled and closed the bed. He almost felt sorry for the FBI. With his network of hypnotically pre-programmed dupes all trained to go into a trance at the sound of a trigger phrase and the body-suits they kept unknowingly stored for him, he had a network of hideouts over the whole of the eastern seaboard.

That was the fifth time he'd allowed a pair of FBI agents to look for him right under their noses, but always in a different body. He had to admit, after the male fitness model he kept in NYC, surfer dude here was his favourite 'hideout', perhaps he'd take the time to have a break for a few days....

"Shoe Shine Boy" by Nemo

"That's it boy. You get my boots good and clean and then we'll see about plugging that tight little hole of yours"

At the sound of his master's voice Martin's licking became even more furious as he tried to polish his master's boots with his tongue. He was in a haze of ecstasy at being allowed to serve a master as strong and as powerful.

When Martin had been transferred by head office to this dead end town he was sure his occasional nights of leather worship would have to end. He'd taken his frustrations out on his new staff, right up until the moment he'd bumped into master at a bar. It had been a sign of how powerful master was that he'd spotted Martin for the slave boy he knew he really was, even though Martin thought he passed as straight most of the time.

But from that first meeting master had made it clear that Martin's role in life was to serve him. When master had first taken Martin back to his house and shown him the contents of master's dungeon, Martin had dropped to his knees and started to worship master the way he deserved.

Lost in his internal reverie, he missed the first couple of grunts from master, but caught the third and looked up just in time to catch a face full of cum as master shot his load over Martin and the freshly cleaned boots. There was a pause as master stiffened and then relaxed. Then he took a long drag from the stogie in his hand and blew the smoke over Martin.

"Well what are you waiting for boy? Get them boots clean." laughed master. And as Martin started all over again to shine his boots, master enjoyed his own personal reflection on their meeting. He's never expected when he's hacked into his new boss's computer at work that he was a closet case boot licker, but the sites he visited and the videos he watched had soon made that very clear.

The timing has been perfect as master had only just made contact with a guy on the internet who could give him the body he knew he deserved. As soon as the body-suit had arrived, he’d wasted no time in accidentally running into Martin at a local straight bar, taking care to make sure Martin got a good hard look at his full length leather boots.

It hadn't been too hard to persuade Martin that master could read him like a book and he soon had him bent to his will. Now he enjoyed the full attentions of an eager to please slave, while at the same time, he and his work colleagues enjoyed a more relaxed and laid back attitude from the boss. Not bad for a 23 year old computer nerd he thought.

"Birthday Present" by Nemo

Jim sat and watched the waves moving gently. It was still early and the boardwalk on the seafront was nearly deserted. He yawned, he wasn't an natural early riser and getting up before dawn to make it here in time to meet his buddy Mike had left him craving another hour in bed and as much coffee as he could get his hands on. Sadly neither of them were available so he just yawned again and tried to stay awake.

He was beginning to get grumpy. Bad enough that Mike had dragged him out here so early, but now he was late. He had no idea why Mike had insisted on such an early meeting or even why they were meeting. All Mike had said was that he wanted to show Jim his birthday gift, but he wouldn't say why or even why so fucking early. The whole 'cloak and dagger' routine was typical Mike, charming at first and then a total pain when it all went wrong.

As he began to work out how long he would wait for Mike, he saw a figure jogging towards him along the boardwalk. He didn't pay much attention at first, as he was still inwardly cursing Mike, but as the figure came closer, Jim suddenly realised that not only was the jogger a stunning looking man, but that he was nearly naked. Suddenly, the wait for Mike didn't seem to bad and Jim sat back to enjoy the view, trying not to look like he was staring, while simultaneously trying to get as much of an eyeful of the guy as possible.

As the guy jogged closer to Jim, he began to slow down, until he stopped right next to the bench Jim was sitting on. The new guy turned to face the bench and lifted up his right leg and rested his sneaker on the bench. He began to tie his laces, which had come undone. Jim tried to act like he wasn't interested, but he kept stealing glances at the stud standing right next to him.

"I know what you're thinking." said the stud to Jim suddenly, in a deep, relaxed voice.

Jim startled "I..I'm sorry?" he asked.

"I said, I know what you're thinking." repeated the stud "I caught you looking."

Jim went red "I... I...." he stuttered.

"Hey, no need to look worried." said the stud "I know they're really cool sneakers."

Jim nearly sagged with relief "Yes, yes! Your sneakers. I really like your sneakers.." he garbled at the stud. He was so relieved that he nearly didn't catch what stud was saying

"Yeah, I only just got them. Little present I treated myself to for my birthday." said the stud "Still wearing them in, really."

"Well they really good on you." Said Jim and then cursed inwardly, that sounded way too much like he was hitting on the guy and he was desperate to play it cool.
The stud, just flashed him a quick grin as he finished tying his laces and put his foot back down on the ground. Instead of heading off, he started stretching his legs out and he kept chatting to Jim.

"Thanks dude. It's good when people appreciate the trouble to go to to look good." He offered his hand to Jim  "I'm Mitchell."
"Jim" replied Jim shaking Mitchell's hand

"So since you've got great taste, what do you think of one of my other presents to myself?" asked Mitchell. A brief look of puzzlement appeared over Jim's face before Mitchell continued "My new Speedos.." he prompted.

Without even thinking about it, Jim's gaze dropped to Mithcell's crotch, where the pale gold Speedos did absolutely nothing to hide the impressive package Mitchell had. Once again, Jim felt a blush begin to bloom on his cheeks. Aware that he had to say something, he managed to stutter out "They're...they're awesome."
"Thanks dude." replied Mitchell enthusiastically, oblivious to Jim's blush. "But the best thing about them is how they feel. They're some cool new material that feels just like silk. They're incredible to wear, it's almost like I've got nothing on. Here see what you think." and Mitchell reached out and grabbed Jim's hand and placed it on the waste band of his Speedos on the side of his leg.
Internally Jim tried to talk himself calm 'Just play it cool' he thought to himself 'Just feel the material and don't think about how good he feels...'  He barely even registered Mitchell talking, he just concentrated on not making a dick of himself, in front of Mitchell. "Yeah, really soft" he managed to say and then had to force himself to remove his hand when Mitchell let go of his own hand.

"Dude you've got great taste" said Mitchell, I'm so stoked I ran into you. So listen I've got to ask, what do you think of my last birthday present?"

Jim looked at Mitchell for a second and then spotted the chain around his neck. He leant closer to get a better look at the chain, but Mitchell stopped him with one hand on Jim's shoulder. He gently guided Jim upwards so they were looking eye-to-eye "No dude." said Mitchell "Not the chain..."

Jim went still, totally confused. "I don't.. I'm sorry...what other present"

Mitchell stepped back from Jim with a smile and spread his arms out wide. "This dude, this"

"Erhmm, you got a spray tan...?" guessed Jim

Mitchell laughed out loud "Jim, dude you're fucking hilarious. No, not the tan, the whole fucking deal. The anatomically correct, fully functional muscle body-suit."

"The what?" asked Jim

"Look dude I'll show you." replied Mitchell

He raised both hands to the back of his neck and dug his fingers into the middle of it. For a split second nothing happened and then, with a wet sticky sound, Mitchell pulled his hands slowly, but firmly apart. As his hands moved further apart, the skin on his neck began to distort. Then his ears popped loose, first the right and then the left. Mitchell shifted the position of his hands moving them in behind his ears. He lifted upwards, again straining hard and as he did so his facial features began to distort until his eyes became hollow voids. With a slight grunt, he pushed his arms forward and his whole face and head slid forward.

By now Jim had finally worked out what was happening and he wasn't too surprised to see the face of his buddy Mike revealed behind the mask of Mitchell's face. As Mike relaxed his arms, the mask sprang back into shape but it now hung below Mike's own face, suspended from the thick muscles of the suits' shoulders.
"So what do you think of my birthday present?" asked Mike
"Where the fuck did you get this thing?" asked Jim. No longer shy he stepped forward and ran a hand over the arms of the body-suit feeling it "I can't tell it's not real. It's amazing"

"Found this guy on the internet. I thought it might be a hoax site, but he really came through, didn't he?"

"Damm right!" exclaimed Jim "So what are you going to do with it?"
"What do you think I'm going to do with it?" asked Mike "I'm going to get laid bro. The chicks are going to be lining up for this stud."
"Yeah, of course. Sure you'll have no problems pulling some hot chicks." trying to sound enthusiastic.

"Course not." smirked Mike "Listen, are you OK if I put the face back? The suit's a bit uncomfortable like this?"

Jim just nodded and Mike slipped his hands back inside the mask and lifted it over his own head. The mask snapped back into place and as Mike massaged the edges, they sealed themselves together.
"So there's just one other thing you can help me with." said Mike, his voice once again sounding like his Mitchell persona. "You see your buddy Mike, knows you're gay, dude." as Jim spluttered and tried to interrupt, Mitchell held up his hand. "Dude, don't worry it's cool. Mike's known for ages, in fact he's been a bit of a jerk about it, because he's kind of got a kick out of prick-teasing you. It's a real ego boost when anyone finds you hot."

As Jim tried to come to grips with Mike knowing about Jim's real feelings for him, Mitchell moved closer.

"So dude, Mike thought that maybe I could make things up to you. You see although you're buddy Mike is straight, I'm more... Bi"

"B..Bi?" asked Jim

"Sure dude. I still like chicks, but I figure that looking this good I shouldn't limit myself. Of course I've not ever done anything about it and I wondered if you could maybe help me out...." Mitchell's voiced trailed away.

Jim shook his head, he was struggling to cope with the morning's events and he was still expecting Mike to announce this was yet another prank.

"Mike.." he began, but Mitchell interrupted

"Not Mike,... Mitchell. Boring old straight Mike's not here. There's only me, Mitchell."

"OK... Mitchell." said Jim and then stopped again as Mitchell leant forward and kissed him firmly on the mouth. Jim didn't resist as Mitchell slipped his tongue inside Jim's mouth, nor as Mitchell grabbed Jim's body and pulled it tight against his. As Mitchell held onto Jim's face with his hands, Jim's hands started to explore Mitchell's ass.

Finally the couple parted and Mitchell gazed into Jim's eyes. "So... do you think you can help me celebrate my birthday in style..?"
Jim finally allowed himself to smile. "I'm sure I can think of something." he said as the couple started walking back towards Jim's car.

"Nor Iron Bars" by Nemo

Adam nervously tapped his fingers on the door in front of him. He still couldn't believe his boyfriend Brian had gone through with his plan.  It had seemed utterly unbelievable when Brian had first come up with it, like something from a bad made-for-TV movie. But Brian had insisted that he could pull off his mad scheme and had worked on the details of his plan for weeks. Now he'd sent Adam an SMS telling him that his plan had worked and for Adam to get his ass over to Brian's new place.

So there Adam was standing outside the door of Kyle Masters, top jock on campus, not sure if he was about to live out his fantasies or have the crap beaten out of him. After a few minutes standing in the corner, he realised that his knock might have been too quiet and had lifted his hand to knock again. As he did saw the door was snatched open and Kyle stood in front of him, his six-foot plus jock body filling the door frame. Kyle looked down at Adam, who at barely five foot seven just came up Kyle's chin.

Adam involuntarily took a step backwards, out of Kyle's shadow. He was self-conscious about his shorter stature and slight build, even though he was good-looking enough to be on the handsome side of cute. He looked up at Kyle, who was wearing a tight polo shirt that didn't quite meet his A&F shorts, the waistband of a jockstrap clearly visible in the gap between the two. For a second Adam, was distracted enough by the sight of Kyle standing in front of him that he forgot to speak.

He was brought back to earth with a bump when Kyle spoke to him "What do you want dude?", he asked Adam in his usual low growl, that made Adam weak at the knees every time he heard it. Adam looked Kyle right in the face, searching his blue eyes for any hint of understanding, but Kyle just looked at him with a slightly puzzled expression. Adam cleared his throat "I, umm, got this message." Adam said, holding out his cell to Kyle.

Kyle reached out and took the phone from Adam's unresisting grip. He read the message, rubbing his short beard with his free hand and then ran his hand through his mid length spiked  brown hair. He finished reading the message and looked at Adam. "Guess you'd better come inside then." said Kyle standing to one side and gesturing for Adam to step inside. Adam was still unsure of what was going on, but he stepped inside after only a moment’s pause.

As Adam stepped inside, he heard Kyle close the door behind them and then the unmistakable 'snick' of the lock being turned. Suddenly sure he'd made a mistake, Adam felt his heart pounding and a fine sweat broke out on his forehead. He knew it was too late to turn and leave and he tried to resign himself to not making it out of Kyle's room without a beating. Kyle stepped towards Adam and he flinched back. Kyle smirked at Adam's obvious discomfort, but said nothing, and walked straight past him, limping slightly and Adam noticed a knee brace just visible below Kyle's shorts. Unsure what to do, Adam paused for a moment and then followed Kyle.

As they turned a corner, Kyle suddenly stopped and spun in his tracks. Adam tried to step back, but hit a wall and realised he was trapped. Kyle leant over him and put one arm against the wall Adam had his back against and moved closer until his face was only inches from Adam's. "So," asked Kyle "What's this plan that's meant to have worked?"  Adam tried to say something, but his lips were dry and the words didn't seem to come out. Kyle studied him for a second then moved even closer and dropped his voice to a low menacing growl. "You know what I think?" Kyle asked "I think you look fucking adorable when you're scared shitless."

Before Adam's wired brain had a chance to process Kyle's last sentence, Kyle lent in and kissed Adam, full on the lips. Adam was too stunned to resist initially and then as his brain began to catch up with events and he started to work out what was happening he began to kiss Kyle back. The feel of Kyle's beard gently tickling Adam's lips was new to Adam and he enjoyed the sensation. Kyle suddenly broke away and pulled back slightly looking Adam straight in the eye. "You're still not sure, are you?" Kyle asked Adam and he shifted his weight back, pulling away from the wall and Adam. he reached over and opening the door next to him, he pushed it open.

As the door swung open, Adam moved next to Kyle and looked inside. There, lying on the bed inside was another Kyle. Only this one was securely tied up. His ankles were tied to each corner of the bottom of the bed, while another roped joined his two ankles together. Leather bracers on his wrists were tied together and yet another rope ran from his wrists to join the rope between his ankles. Finally a length of duct tape kept this Kyle's mouth firmly shut, while his eyes glared. At the sight of Adam, the bound and gagged Kyle started making muffled noises and tugged hard on the ropes holding him down, but all in vain.

Adam looked from one Kyle to the other and then swung his fist into the stomach of the Kyle standing next to him. "You fucking bastard!" yelled Adam. The Kyle he'd punched, who'd just made a small grunt, when Adam's punch had landed, just grinned at Adam. The sight infuriated Adam, who swung again, but this time Kyle grabbed his wrist and held it firmly in place. "Hey, come on now, baby. You don't want to damage the suit do you?" asked the free Kyle.

Adam struggled to free himself, ineffectively, for a few seconds and then gave up. "What the fuck, Brian?! Why didn't you just tell me it was you when you answered the door?" asked Adam.

Brian grinned, but not with his usual sly smirk, instead he grinned with Kyle's wide toothy grin "Well partly because I wanted to make sure no-one was listening in the corridor, partly because I wanted to see if you could spot I was wearing the suit," Brian moved closer to Adam again and continued "and partly because you really are cute when you're scared." he finished, leaning in and kissing Adam again. This time, Adam kissed back from first lip contact and Brian released Adam's wrist and brought both hands up to cup Adam's face. In turn Adam ran his free hands over Brian's new body. The pair separated, but Adam continued to run his hands over his boyfriend's hot new jock body.

"Fuck Brian! I've got to be honest, I never really thought the suit would look or feel this good. It feels perfect..." said Adam, his voice trailing off as he ran his finger down Brian's newly muscled forearm.

Brian smiled at the tone of longing in his boyfriend's voice "Trust me baby, you ain't seen nothing yet." he said, moving his hands to the bottom of his polo shirt. He began to peel off the shirt, but paused after only a few seconds. "There's just one thing you've got to do if you want the whole show." he said to Adam "You've got to start calling me Kyle, even when we're alone, so you don't slip up when we're in public. OK?"

Adam just nodded, distracted by the thought of seeing his boyfriend's new body. Brian just waited though and eventually Adam realised Brian wanted more than a nod. "OK... Kyle" he said with a slightly sarcastic stress on Brian's new name. "So Kyle, why don't you show your new boyfriend the whole show, Kyle?" Adam finished, again stressing Brian's new name. Brian however seemed satisfied and continued stripping out of his polo shirt. The real Kyle, still securely tied on the bed, began struggling again at Adam's use of his name, but he was ignored by Adam and Brian.

As the polo shirt came free Brian tossed it straight at Adam's face. Adam brought his hands up and caught it. Without intending too, he inhaled. He was used to the smell of Brian's clothes, but this smelt different, more musky and more masculine. He took another sniff and raised an eyebrow at Brian. Brian grinned back at him and gestured to the bound and gagged Kyle "So do you like my new scent? I call it Eau-de-Kyle, straight from the source." he said.

"I like it." replied Adam "It suits your new look, Kyle" he finished, and this time there was no additional stress on Brian's new name and then he stopped as he got a good look at Brian's hot new muscular torso. Adam's jaw dropped slightly and he made a let out a small moan. Brian just smiled from ear to ear, as he pulled pose after pose, flexing his semi-naked body, only his shorts and jock strap still in place.

Brian watched Adam closely, following his eyes as Adam appeared transfixed by Brian's new body. After a few poses he moved closer to Adam until they were almost touching. Brian reached out and held Adam by the wrist, guiding Adam's hand up onto Brian's new pecs. "See baby, this is all yours now." said Brian, as he moved Adam's hand down onto his tight six-pack "All this," he continued as he moved Adam's hand lower and lower, until Adam found his hand resting on the obvious bulge in Brian's shorts "and of course, all this." finished Brian as he moved in to kiss Adam again, grinding his crotch against Adam's.

Brian moved his mouth, down around Adam's neck, forcing Adam's head back. Adam let out another moan and then managed to clear his mind enough to say something "Oh God! Brian.. I mean Kyle.. I want you." he moaned into Brian's ear. Brian who's begun to pull away at the use of his old name, moved closer again when Adam called him Kyle.

"That's just what I had in mind baby." Brian said, walking Adam backwards until he was against the end of the bed, "Just remember to get my name right. Most guys don't like it when you call them by the wrong name..." he trailed off as he lowered himself to his knees, the brace forcing him to take his time. "Especially when you get their name wrong while they're giving you head." He unzipped Adam's fly and drew out Adam's rock hard cock. Adam gripped onto the end of the bed as Brian slowly moved his lips up and down Adam's cock, while Brian ran his free hand gently over Adam's balls.

Adam could hardly believe it. Brian normally hated giving head, although he was always quick enough to ask for it. But in his new Kyle persona, Brian was giving him the best blow job of his life. He turned his head and glanced at the original Kyle, who's groans had become more frantic at the sight of the life sex show Brian was putting on for him. He smirked at the gagged jock's obvious distress and turned back and closed his eyes as Brian brought him to climax. He came forcefully, but Brian managed to catch the whole of Adam's load in his mouth. "Oh fuck yeah, Kyle!" Adam moaned as he came.

At the sound of his name, the original Kyle went wild, thrashing around on the bed and straining with all his might to pull free from the ropes, while he moaned as loudly as he could from behind the duct-tape. The sound disturbed the warm fuzzy feeling that Adam was enjoying and he looked down at the new Kyle. "Hey Kyle. Do you think you can do something about your noisy neighbour? He's kind of killing the mood.."

Brian stood up and winked at Adam. "Sure baby, let me just see if I can persuade him to keep the noise down." said Brian and he stepped over to the bed and without pausing he sucker punched the original Kyle straight in the gut. Kyle collapsed forward, making grunting, retching noises from behind the duct tape.

Adam started forward in surprise "Br..Kyle!" he nearly yelled, the shock of Brian's violence, making him nearly forget his boyfriend's new name.

Brian turned, a puzzled look on his face "What's the matter, baby? You wanted me to shut him up?"

"Not like that!" said Adam, he took a deep breath and tried to stay calm "Look I already feel bad enough about you stealing his identity, without watching you beat him up as well"

"What are you worrying about him for?" asked Brian, gesturing at the bound and gagged Kyle "He's just another muscle head jerk of a jock"

"That doesn't give you the right to treat him like a punch-bag. Anyway what do we really know about him?" asked Adam.

"Enough that no-one is going to think I'm anything other than the real Kyle." Brian shrugged "Look baby, I don't want to fight." He moved closer to Adam and cupped Adam's face in his hand. "I'm sorry I lost my temper with the guy. As soon as we're finished, I'll give him the knock-out juice and he can have a nice long rest. Then when he wakes up he'll have forgotten all about this. OK?"

Adam nodded and Brian drew him into a bear hug. Adam relaxed into his boyfriend's powerful new embrace and just enjoyed the sensation of being held. Brian gently ran his hands down Adam's back until his hands were holding Adam's ass cheeks. Brian began to fondle Adam and he felt Adam's cock stiffen against his body in their embrace. Brian leant over and kissed Adam again, while he slipped one hand down inside Adam's pants and began to finger Adam's hole. Brian pulled away from Adam's mouth and whispered in Adam's ear "Do you want to really try my new body out?" Adam's answer was to turn around inside the cage of Brian's arms and to push his ass hard against Brian's rock hard cock. Brian kissed the back of Adam's neck as he tugged down Adam's pants. Brian pushed Adam gently forward so he was bracing himself on the end of the bed, while he dropped to his knees for the second time that morning. Brian stuck his tongue deep into Adam's ass and worked at Adam's hole, while Adam moaned in pleasure and rubbed his cock against the end of the bed.

After a couple of minutes of tongue action, Brian stood up again. He took a rubber out of his pocket and pulled his own cock free of his jocks-strap.  He slipped the rubber over his cock and leant over Adam. "You sure about this?" asked Brian "I'm bigger than I used to be." Adam just moaned and pushed his ass back against Brian's cock. Brian needed no further encouragement and grabbed Adam's hip with one hand while he used the other to guide his cock into Adam's hole. As he pushed hard against Adam, the tip of Brian's cock entered into Adam. Adam stiffened as Brian pushed harder, and Brian stopped pushing for a second and asked "OK?" Adam nodded and Brian continued to slowly push his way into Adam. Adam made small gasping noises of part pleasure and pain as Brian pushed himself into Adam to the hilt. Satisfied that Adam was OK, Brian began to thrust in and out, slowly at first, but gaining speed as he progressed. As Brian rocked his powerful body back & forward, Adam moved into time to the thrusts, making more and more noise as Brian fucked him, harder and harder. Brian reached round and began to pump Adam's cock with one hand, while he steadied himself, with the other hand on Adam's shoulder. As they fucked more vigorously, Kyle could only watch, a look of horror visible in his eyes.

Finally Brian came and as he did so, Adam came for the second time that morning. As Adam collapsed onto the bed, he gasped "Oh Kyle, baby, that was the best fuck of my life!".

Brian smiled as he withdrew from Adam and slipped off the spent rubber. "Well baby, your new boyfriend Kyle's going to fuck you as much as you want." he said as he pulled his shorts back up. "Speaking of which, I think it's time I introduced my new boyfriend to the guys at the frat house..."

"You're sure you can pass as Kyle in public?" asked Adam "I mean what if you need to turn up for practice or something. Everyone will figure out you're a fake."

"Relax, baby. The real Kyle busted his knee last week. That's why he" Brian gestured at the bound and gagged jock "is wearing that knee brace and why I'm wearing one as well. Nobody's going to expect me to turn up for practice until this knee's better and as for passing as the real Kyle, well I had you fooled didn't I? Listen don't worry it's all going to be fine. Why don't you go back to your place and clean up while I sort out getting jock-boy here off to sleep, then you can come and help me break the news to my bros that I'm a big faggot."

"OK, but go easy on the guy. No more beating him up." Brian nodded and led Adam back to the main door. They kissed passionately again and then Adam left Brian alone with Kyle.

Brian walked back to the bedroom, limping slightly as before. He stepped up to the bound jock "Did you hear that?" he asked "that was the best fuck of his life. Looks like he really likes this body, ehh?" As the bound jock started struggling again, Brian laughed out loud before reaching over and ripping off the duct tape.

"You fucker!!" yelled the jock "You're not going to get away with this."

"Of course I will" gloated his captor "The body-suit is perfect, remember? You told Adam that yourself. And since he was expecting to find the real Kyle tied up and his boyfriend acting like a Kyle double, that's what he saw. Of course he couldn't have known that the real Kyle was a closet case who thought Adam was the cutest guy on campus, or that my last knee injury ended my playing career so there's no point in hiding in the closet anymore. But then you couldn't have known that either, could you Brian?" asked the real Kyle, revealed at last.

"You'll still have to tell him eventually." said Brian, still struggling with his ropes "And he's not going to think too much of you when he realises you've been playing him for a fool."

"What Adam will realise is that the real Kyle is about to come out of the closet to his closest buddies, all so I can be with Adam. Oh, he's also going to realise that you weren't exactly being faithful to him either, once I tell him about all your little bits of fun on the side. You probably shouldn't have kept all their messages on your cell" Kyle waved Brian's cell at him "There's some pretty interesting reading here..."

"You bastard." snarled Brian, but there was an air of desperation to his voice as he realised just how thoroughly beat Kyle had him. "What are you going to do with me?"

"Same thing you planned to do to me." replied Kyle "Knock you out and leave you tied up, while I fuck Adam senseless. Then once I've had a chance to show Adam how I feel about him and tell him the truth, well you can fuck off back under a rock then, although I will have that suit off you before you leave." Kyle flipped the cover off the syringe Brian had brought with him and jabbed it into Brian "Sleep well." laughed Kyle as he turned and walked away from Brian. Brian fought to stay awake, but blackness washed over him and he passed out, trapped in a cage of his own making.