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  Only he, Grant, Jessie, and the Mayor had been on the premises during the Impact. The Mayor had given the rest of his staff two weeks off as a reward for completing some big project that they had been working on for the government.

  As soon as he realized the situation, that they would be trapped together for the rest of their lives, the Mayor decided he wanted Cole to become a part of their threesome. Being that he was a divorced straight man, it hadn’t been an easy adjustment for Cole. But the Mayor was relentless when he wanted something, and with the help of Grant and especially Jessie, Cole reluctantly capitulated.

  He heard the door close and knew the Mayor was on his way. His palms were sweaty, and his stomach began doing somersaults. The Mayor had been wanting something from Cole, and Cole was afraid that it wasn’t possible. What was so bad is that it really bothered him that he couldn’t please the guy. Sex aside—he thought of the Mayor as a father figure, even though he was only thirty-six and Cole was thirty-two.

  As usual the Mayor was already naked when he entered the bedroom. He looked at Cole as he walked toward the bed. He giant cock was semi hard but already huge as hell as far as Cole was concerned. When the Mayor stopped in front of him, Cole leaned his head forward and wrapped his lips around the glans of his penis. Sucking cock was a recent development for Cole, and he was the first to admit, he wasn’t very good at it. They all said he was getting better though, and he licked and sucked until the Mayor’s cock was shiny with his spit and fully erect.

  “Very good, Cole,” the Mayor said and patted his head as he pulled his penis from his mouth. “You know what to do now.”

  He did. Cole walked over to the dresser. He bent over so his forearms were resting on the top, and his butt was up and exposed. He could hear the Mayor getting the lube from his nightstand, and he felt it when he walked closer. Cole knew if he raised his head, he would be able to see the Mayor behind him in the mirror, but he kept his eyes closed. The Mayor slowly inserted two fingers in Cole’s ass. The lube was cold, and he opened his legs further apart to give the Mayor more access.

  Cole was only semi hard, but he was glad for that accomplishment. The Mayor had been grooming him for months to enjoy receiving anal sex. He wanted Cole to come just from the feel of his cock inside his ass. Cole wanted that too. That’s what made him so nervous. He was afraid that he was going to let the Mayor down, again.

  The Mayor found his prostate and began massaging it. Cole let out a low moan. He was completely hard now, and he knew from experience that the Mayor could easily make his come like that. The Mayor removed his fingers and placed his cock at Cole’s entrance. He slowly pushed in. Cole tensed and balled up his hands.

  “Just breath through it. That’s right,” the Mayor encouraged and lightly rubbed a hand up and down Cole’s back as he continued to push inside his tight butt. Just when Cole thought he couldn’t take anymore, he realized the Mayor was fully seated inside him. He paused for a moment to give Cole a chance to adjust. It made him feel special that the Mayor was so careful with him. He knew he wasn’t like that with the others.

  The Mayor began long slow stokes in and out of his body. “Who does this ass belong to, Cole?” Cole’s entire world had narrowed to the almost painful pressure of the giant cock inside him.

  “It’s yours, Mayor.” Cole said. His voice was strained.

  “Are you sure?” the Mayor asked. He adjusted Cole’s hips so that he would hit his prostate on each downward stroke. “I thought it was your ass?”

  “No, Mayor.” Cole answered, his voice sounded breathy. “It belongs to you.”

  “That’s right, Cole. This is mine now, so I can fuck it anytime I want. Tell me I’m right,” the Mayor said and increased the speed of his thrusts.

  “You’re right, Mayor.” Cole groaned. The Mayor had his hands on Cole’s hips holding him steady while his thick penis slid in and out of his butthole.

  “And you like it,” the Mayor told him. “You like my cock inside you. You like me using your body for my pleasure.”

  “Yes, Mayor. Yes.” Cole was whimpering now. Between the stimulation of his prostate, and the Mayor’s words, he could feel his orgasm building. He was closer than he had ever been in the past when they were together like this.

  The Mayor started fucking his ass with a punishing rhythm, and Cole begged him for more, “Please, Mayor. Please.”

  “You belong to me,” the Mayor said breathing heavily with his efforts. “You’re mine, Cole. Say it. Say you’re mine!” he demanded.

  “Yes! I’m yours!” Cole yelled beside himself. “Mayor!!! Oh, God!!!” he shouted as he came. Sticky ropes of cum shot from his penis onto the front of the dresser and into the floor. His body clamped down hard on the Mayor’s cock.

  “Fuck, yes!!!” the Mayor bellowed triumphantly when he felt Cole’s orgasm hit. He shot his sperm deep inside Cole’s quivering ass.

  The Mayor carefully pulled out of Cole’s butt, and turned him around so he could look at him. Cole was exhausted, but he was beaming. “I did it,” he said excited. The Mayor was proud of him and smiled. “You did it,” he agreed and kissed him.

  Chapter Three

  Elijah was hard when he woke up. He had been dreaming, but he couldn’t remember what it was about. He was grateful that it wasn’t another nightmare. His room was dark except for the light in the bathroom, and he turned over onto his side facing away from the door and reached under the sheet to pull his hospital gown up over his penis. Elijah wrapped his hand around his hard flesh. It felt good. He hadn’t done this in a very long time. Within the close quarters of the bomb shelter, it had been nearly impossible. But even before that, he seldom masturbated. Sexual thoughts always made him feel bad about himself.

  There was a girl in high school that Elijah had a crush on since they were freshman together. She would speak to him in the halls, and he always let her cheat off his work in class. He even forged a sick note for her once when she laid out and went to the mall. As a senior, he finally screwed up his courage enough to ask her to prom. He knew that she had been waiting on a certain football player, but he had apparently asked someone else. Elijah overheard her telling her friends that she was worried that she had waited too long. Everyone already had dates, and she was afraid that she might have to go alone.

  He approached her at the lockers. She was with a group of her girlfriends as usual. He knew that she didn’t think of him that way, but he thought they were friends at least. His only friend actually.

  When he asked her to go with him, she said yes. For one brief second, he was so happy. Then she laughed, and her friends laughed, and she said, “He thought I was serious. Did you see his face?”

  Elijah left school that day complaining of a stomach ache. He was out for three days. He stayed in his room and told his uncle—the one time he checked on him—that he was sick. When he went back to school, the girl knew she had upset him and apologized. He told her he accepted her apology, but something inside him had shut down. He knew that it was just a poor choice of words and that she had meant his expression, but he kept hearing it over and over in his head—Did you see his face?

  Elijah didn’t hear the door when it opened and closed, but he did feel the bed indent when someone sat down beside him. He stayed very still hoping that they would think he was asleep. Someone caressed his arm. He still had his penis in his hand.

  “I like the name, Elijah,” the Mayor said. “It’s biblical, isn’t it?” Elijah had to swallow twice before he could answer. “It was my grandfather’s name on my father’s side.”

  “Do you mind if I lay down beside you? I could help you with that if you let me.” Elijah mind was racing, and he was quiet for a while. Just when the Mayor was about to stand up, Elijah said in a small voice, “Ok.” The Mayor’s body felt huge as he got under the sheet and spooned Elijah’s much smaller form. He was still completely dressed, and he wrapped his big arm around Elijah’s chest. Elijah was tense, and the Mayor kissed the back of his h
ead.

  “I think you’re well enough to leave this room today,” the Mayor breathed into Elijah’s ear. “I’m going to move you in with me for a while. Would you like that?” Elijah shivered and nodded. The Mayor smoothed his hand along Elijah’s arm. When he reached Elijah’s fingers, they were still curled around his erection. He wrapped his big hand over them. Elijah gasped. “Lie on your back, baby. I want to watch you.” Elijah hesitantly turned onto his back under the sheet. The Mayor was still on his side raised up on an elbow. “Let go,” he whispered to him in the semi-darkness of the room. “I’ll take care of you.” Elijah took a breath and removed his hand. The Mayor grasped him. He watched as Elijah’s eyes closed, and his mouth opened. He came before the Mayor even moved.

  “I’m sorry,” Elijah said and turned his head away. The Mayor leaned down and kissed the side of his neck covered with scars. “Don’t be sorry, baby. You were beautiful.” Elijah turned his head back quickly, trying to see if he was making fun of him. The Mayor took advantage and kissed his mouth. He slipped his tongue inside and explored him. Elijah had never been kissed like that before. He wasn’t sure what to do, but the Mayor was an expert and led by example. The Mayor’s hand was still on his penis, and he began stroking him. Almost immediately, he came again moaning into the Mayor’s mouth. He was breathing hard when they broke apart. He looked into the Mayor’s perfect face. “Why?” Elijah asked trying to understand. “Why are you doing this?”

  “Because you belong to me now,” the Mayor told him. He started moving his hand up and down Elijah’s overly sensitized penis. Elijah half closed his eyes and bit his lip. “You do belong to me, Elijah. You know that, don’t you?” the Mayor asked looking into his eyes.

  Elijah whimpered, and his hips began thrusting up into the Mayor’s hand. “Tell me, baby. Tell me you’re mine.” The Mayor kept repeating it over and over like a chant, until finally Elijah said, “Yes, yes. I’m yours. Please!” He came again almost painfully, his body writhing on the bed. The Mayor removed his hand from his spent penis and softly kissed his lips. “That’s my baby,” he said.

  The Mayor left Elijah lying limp in the bed and stepped into the bathroom. He dampened a washcloth in the sink, and brought it back. The Mayor tried to pull the sheet back to clean him, but Elijah held it down and sat up.

  “It’s ok,” Elijah said. “I can do it.” Embarrassed, he reached for the washcloth. The Mayor hesitated. Elijah could tell he wasn’t happy, but he handed him the washcloth. Elijah cleaned himself as best he could under the sheet.

  “I brought your old clothes and shoes,” the Mayor said. He picked up the old stained and ripped clothing off the chair that he had sat them on when he first arrived and placed them next to Elijah on the bed.

  “We tried to launder them, but they’re pretty threadbare. Once we get you back to my quarters and bathed, I have some new clothes that should fit.”

  “Thank you,” Elijah said. He made sure he was covered and got out of the bed. He grabbed his clothes and went to change in the bathroom.

  The Mayor frowned as he watched Elijah close the door to the bathroom effectively blocking him from his sight. Unacceptable behavior would have to be addressed, he thought. The Mayor sighed and shook his head.

  Once Elijah was ready, they exited the room into a hallway. “So why were you at the high school that day?” Mitch asked as he led them around a corner and into an adjacent hallway.

  “I was a teacher,” Elijah said. “I taught history.”

  Mitch was surprised. “I wouldn’t have thought you were old enough to be a teacher.”

  Elijah looked his way, a little offended. “I’m twenty-two,” he said. “But I had just started working there.” He relented.

  “Is that where you went to high school?” Mitch asked.

  “God, no,” Elijah said strongly. “As soon as I graduated from college, I applied for a bunch of jobs out of state. Elks Ridge was as far away as I could get.”

  At the end of the hall, they stopped in front of a door. “This is mine,” Mitch said and opened it. Elijah gawked as they entered. The Mayor’s place was like a full size apartment. He never dreamed that somewhere like this could exist after the Impact.

  They walked past the kitchen into the living room and turned down a hall. There were three rooms on the left, and Mitch entered the second one which turned out to be a small bedroom.

  “This is your room,” Mitch said. “My bedroom’s at the end of the hall.” He opened the closet. There were some shirts and pants hanging inside. “My staff left some of their things behind. I brought these here for you,” he said. Elijah came closer to look then turned to the Mayor. “Thank you,” he said. His eyes were shiny. “I really mean it. You saved my life.” The Mayor took one of his hands and kissed it.

  Cole was having a great day. The trade had gone well with the Compound, and he and Grant had brought back plenty of food to last them for the next couple months. He was also relieved about how last night had gone with the Mayor. It was something that had been weighing heavily on him for a while.

  He opened the door to his quarters and stopped short. “It’s about time you got back,” Jessie said. His voice was low and sexy.

  Jessie had posed his little body on the couch like a pin-up girl in a magazine. He was wearing a long red cocktail dress and black fuck me pumps. Cole almost swallowed his tongue.

  He watched as Jessie rose from the couch and sashayed toward him. His blond hair was loosely curled and fell about his shoulders, and he was wearing red lipstick. Cole had never seen anyone more beautiful.

  “Jess, what—”. Jessie stopped whatever Cole was going to say with a kiss. When he pulled away, he smiled. “Aren’t you going to close the door?” Jessie didn’t have to ask twice. Cole picked him up and kicked the door shut with his foot.

  They kissed as Cole walked them to the small dining room table. He sat Jessie on top and tongued his ear. Jessie was fumbling with Cole’s pants trying to get them open. Cole pushed him so that he was lying back on the table and then grabbed his legs and lifted them up.

  “Holy hell,” Cole said dumbstruck. Jessie had on black fishnet stockings and garters and a lacy little pair of black crotchless panties. Cole was panting when their eyes met.

  “I’m wet for you lover. Fuck my sweet pussy.” Cole could see his pretty pink anus was already lubricated. He quickly freed himself the rest of the way from his pants and sunk deep inside his body.

  “Oh, Jess,” he moaned. Jessie rose up on his elbows, and Cole leaned down. Cole took his mouth with his tongue while his penis took his ass.

  Jessie used one of his hands to rub against his own penis still trapped inside the panties. He watched Cole’s face as he worked inside his butt. That alone would have been enough to make him come.

  Jessie had always been feminine, and he reveled in it. He liked that he was small and pretty and that even straight men looked at him. When the Mayor had decided that he wanted Cole to join their relationship, Jessie was thrilled. He loved the thought of having a straight man make love to him. It was one of his hottest fantasies to be a straight man’s girlfriend.

  But he didn’t think about how it would be for Cole. The Mayor had his best interest at heart. Jessie knew that. Them having each other for comfort and Cole being alone forever just wasn’t an acceptable option to the Mayor. He had to condition him to accept their way of life so that he could be happy. But Jessie knew it had taken a toll on him. He couldn’t image how he would feel if he was expected to have sex with a woman.

  He knew Cole had a breakthrough with the Mayor last night. He also knew how stressful all this has been on him. That’s why Jessie dressed up today. He thought maybe Cole would enjoy a sex act that he was more familiar with.

  Jessie was using his ass muscles to massage Cole’s penis. “Oh, Jess. Yeah, like that,” Cole groaned. His body stiffened and jerked, and Jessie felt him come inside his ass. That threw Jessie over the edge, and his cum decorated the inside of his pantie
s.

  Cole pulled back and looked into Jessie’s eyes. “Oh my God. Jess, that was incredible.” Jessie smooth Cole’s damp hair back from his face. “I think you’re incredible, Cole Mathews.”

  “Let’s get you cleaned up,” the Mayor said as he and Elijah left the bedroom. Elijah saw there was a small bathroom right next to his room, but the Mayor passed it by and led them into the master bedroom.

  The first thing Elijah noticed was the giant round bed in the middle of the room. He stopped, and his eyes widened.

  “Take off your clothes,” the Mayor said. That made Jessie’s eyes flick to him.

  He thought maybe he heard him wrong, “I’m sorry. What?”

  The Mayor was standing in front of him close to the bed. “Take off your clothes, Elijah,” he said again.

  “No.” No way was he going to take off his clothes while the Mayor watched.

  “No?” the Mayor questioned. His eyes were steady on him, and he flexed his big hands. Elijah mouth was suddenly dry, but he shook his head.

  “I won’t allow you to hide from me,” the Mayor told him. “Take off your clothes now, or I’ll rip them off.” When Elijah didn’t move, the Mayor walked up to him, grabbed his shirt, and ripped.

  “No!” Elijah screamed as the shirt came free. He struggled, but the Mayor was much stronger and larger than he was. When he began working on his pants, Elijah started fighting in earnest. His elbow accidentally busted the Mayor’s lip. The Mayor’s face twisted in anger.

  Frightened now, Elijah tried to make it out of the bedroom. The Mayor grabbed him from behind and carried his struggling form back to the bed. The Mayor sat down on the edge of the bed with Elijah bent over his lap. “Let me go!” Elijah screamed. The Mayor jerked Elijah’s pants down to his ankles. His big hand connected hard with the bare skin of Elijah’s butt. The Mayor gave four more stinging slaps before he finally stopped struggling.