The Bottom Cult

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"I do hope you enjoy your stay, sir" Marcus smiled politely, "is there anything else I can get your or your wife?"

The tanned, muscular man kept his hands clasped around the back of his head. His muscles bulged under the veined flesh, and beneath, his armpits were damp with sweat, matting the thick black hair together.

As he lay on the lounger next to the indoor pool, his stunning wife laying next to him, basking in the warmth of the room, the irritating hotel manager was beginning to get on his nerves.

"As I've said" the man repeated, "we're fine".

The woman let out a curt laugh as Marcus bowed low and hurried from the pool room. His over the top service was usually reserved for the wealthier guests, but as of late, things had changed.

He returned to the front desk and nodded at Alonso who nodded back and disappeared into the room that he'd just left. When Marcus sat down, he pulled out his phone and opened the group chat.

I have one. He's at the pool with his wife. He'd make a great addition.

The message was instantly seen by hundreds in the group. All he had to do now was get the wife offside, but Alonso was already working on that, and as he peered through the glass, he could see that the man was doing a good job.

"Yes, yes, right this way" he told her, leading her into they foyer by her hand, "the massages here are unlike anything you've had before".

The woman was a beauty, for sure, but her husband was exactly what they needed. Marcus smiled at her as she was led off for an evening of relaxation, and less than ten minutes later, backup had arrived.

They'd sent the big guns, which Marcus was glad of. The young man was barely eighteen, as cute as a button, and in his eyes, Marcus could tell that he was as lustful as he was handsome. The young blond smiled, and walked straight toward the door to the pool.

"He's a hot head" Marcus whispered, and Nathan grinned.

"They're my favourite".

Dwayne had been looking forward to this break for months. The wedding last year had taken up their finances, so it had been two years since he'd been able to completely relax. It was quite expensive, though not expensive enough to warrant the service that he'd received upon check in. It was like he was royalty, but perhaps the puff at reception was simply trying to seduce him. It wouldn't be the first time, but Dwayne had no interest in disgusting acts like that.

The door opened and the young man who entered was little more than a teen. Dwayne rolled his eyes, he would have much preferred a young woman of the same age, a bit of eye candy whilst his wife was fondled by another man. He watched him for a moment before closing his eyes once more and relaxing on the lounger.

"Do you mind if I leave my stuff here?" The kid asked, and Dwayne reluctantly opened his eyes.

"Whatever" he replied, but before he could close his eyes again, the boy began to strip.

He shouldn't have been interested. He wasn't interested, but the audacity of the dude to undress right next to him kept him curious.

His body was slim and hairless, and Dwayne wondered how on earth the guy could call himself a man! He dropped his pants next, revealing a pair of tight briefs which contained a plump backside that filled out the fabric. Dwayne shook the image from his mind, until the boy hooked his fingers into the waistband and lowered them down, too.

"Can you do that somewhere else, for fuck's sake?!" He snapped, but the young man seemed unbothered, and almost glided toward the edge of the pool.

Dwayne shook his head again, but he couldn't deny that the young man had the body of a woman, especially from the back. Had his blond crown been slightly longer, he would have almost mistaken him for one, but as he dove into the water, his cock and balls became visible for a moment, and the idea fell from his mind.

Nathan swam back and forth for quite a while. His display had caught the beefcake's attention, but it would take more than that to recruit the man. He was the best in the business, most of the group had nick-named him the Daddy Catcher, which he quite enjoyed, and so far, he'd converted almost twenty men. Almost.

"Excuse me" he said, pulling himself halfway from the water and staring directly at the athletic looking man who wore only a pair of orange shorts. Dwayne growled, but opened his eyes and glared at him.

"Could you pass me a towel, please?" He asked, and Dwayne shook his head.

"I'm not a fucking maid" he replied, and that was exactly the response Nathan had wanted.

The young man pulled himself entirely from the pool and got to his feet as beads of water trailed down his smooth, naked body. The man glanced at him and the anger was evident in his face.

"Have you no shame?" He spat.

"Sorry" Nathan replied sheepishly. He knew from experience that the more submissive he was, the easier it was to convert them.

"Get some fucking pants on, for Christ's sake!"

Nathan strolled toward the lounger next to the man, purposely positioning himself with his back toward him, and bent low. Whether Dwayne had witnessed his private passage, he was unsure, so he waited a little longer before wrapping the towel around his waist.

"I'm so tight" Nathan breathed, and Dwayne almost choked.

"What the fuck did you say?!" He spat, sitting up on the lounger.

"My neck" he told him, "I think I pulled it in the pool".

The man glared at him, and for a moment, Nathan was unsure what would happen next. Finally, Dwayne scoffed.

"Yeah, well that's why you don't jump straight in like a dumbass" he growled, "here".

Before Nathan had a chance to reply, the man grabbed him by the shoulders and spun him around. Dwayne was a personal trainer back home, and as much as he wanted to disconnect on this vacation, it would take only a minute to fix this kid so he could finally get some peace.

He dug his thumbs into the soft, smooth flesh on the back of Nathan's neck and felt the pressure. As much as Nathan enjoyed acting, the pleasure he felt made him gasp for real.

Dwayne continued to massage the slender teen and couldn't help but find the similarities between him and his own wife. Why couldn't it have been a young woman standing here, wrapped only in a towel? But with an ass like that, did it really matter?

Nathan felt the mood change. After all the men he'd seduced, he had grown to know the feeling instantly. Whilst Dwayne squeezed his shoulders, Nathan unhooked his towel subtly and let it fall to his feet.

"Shit" he whispered, but the man wasn't listening to him.

Dwayne's eyes fell to the two perfect globes that he was now standing directly behind. For the first time in his life, he felt his cock begin to swell at the sight of a naked man. What the fuck was this sorcery?

Nathan bent down to retrieve the towel, and as he did, he brushed his naked buttocks against Dwayne's groin, and the man remained in place, enjoying the feeling of his cock being squeezed between him and the boy.

"Should I put it back on?" Nathan asked quietly, his voice low and seducing.

For a moment, the man didn't speak. He was horrified with himself, but now something had been unlocked in him that he had never known before. He released Nathan and rubbed his face.

"Yes!" He spat, "of course".

The pretty youngster turned back, the towel draped over his arm and covering his junk. He could instantly see the large erection in Dwayne's shorts and as the two men stared at each other, Nathan let the towel hang off his finger, and dropped it once again.

"I'm going to the sauna" he smiled, and as naked as the day he was born, he sauntered to the other side of the pool and pulled open the wooden door before being submerged in the thick heat.

Dwayne gawped as he disappeared. His cock was straining painfully beneath his shorts, and there was no way that the kid hadn't seen it. He rubbed his face again, this was absurd. He considered grabbing his stuff and getting the fuck out of there, but now he had another idea.

With his heart racing in his muscular chest, he followed the boy toward the sauna and pulled open the door, and right there before him, was the most tantalising sight he had ever laid eyes on.

Bent across the wooden bench, with steam pouring from the pit in the centre, the boy had presented himself like he secretly believed every woman should. His beautiful ass was pert and plump, ready for whatever Dwayne could throw at it, and if his boner had been throbbing before, it was on the verge of exploding now.

"What are you doing?" He asked, though his eyes remained firmly on the pink little opening between the delicious cheeks.

"Giving you what you deserve" Nathan breathed, and with his hand already coated in the lube that he knew he would need, he began to play with his ring as Dwayne bit down on his bottom lip.

"I'm married, kid" he replied.

"I won't tell if you don't" Nathan mumbled, sliding a finger into his opening, knuckle deep.

Dwayne almost gasped. No woman had ever offered themselves to him like this, and yet here was some kid who he'd never met before, handing it to him on a plate. He stole a glance back out at the empty pool. His wife was probably being finger fucked by some masseur at that very moment.

"I don't use rubbers" he told the boy, who looked around with a smile across his handsome face.

"I wasn't offering you one" he replied, and edged a second finger into himself.

That was it. How could he turn down an opportunity like this? He'd never be in this city again, so who would ever know that he fucked some dude on vacation?

Dwayne shed his shorts and boxer shorts until his fat, veiny cock stuck out like a third leg from his thick bush of matted, sweaty pubes. If this kid wanted a man, that's exactly what he was going to get.

The fat helmet was already leaking pre-cum which drooled onto the wooden floor as he reached Nathan. The young man whimpered slightly as Dwayne skipped the foreplay and rammed his cock head against his young entrance.

"You asked for this" Dwayne growled, pinning the lad down with his strong hands until movement became impossible for him.

Nathan gasped, his asshole spread around the man's meat, sending shots of sharp pain through his eighteen-year-old body. Of all the men who had fucked him since his birthday, Dwayne was most certainly the largest.

He rammed more of his length inside, widening Nathan even further as he groaned and moaned. For a moment, he forgot himself, and spanked the boy's ass until his red handprint welted the tender flesh.

Nathan's mind swam as Dwayne began to plow him deeply. Each stroke sent shivers of pleasure and ripples of pain through him, until the man found his rhythm and went to town.

He had never been fucked so violently. This is what he loved about straight, married men. They couldn't treat their wives like this. They couldn't unleash their true selves with their woman, but they could do whatever they liked with Nathan.

His huge balls bounced off the young man's warm, sweaty body. The stench of cock, sweat and fucking filled the small wooden room, enhanced by the plumes of steam that kept them hidden in their wicked passion.

Dwayne's solid body poured sweat down onto the moaning teen. Each strong thrust made the boy cry out, but they were cries of pleasure, and Dwayne realised in that moment, how much he'd been missing.

"I'm gonna cum into your fucking guts, slut!" He snapped, whacking the lad's bottom again, gauging his reaction to such cruel treatment.

His wife would have smacked him across the face, but this kid only whimpered as he plunged his hole even further down Dwayne's ravenous cock.

"You want that, bitch?" He snarled, grabbing hold of Nathan's neck from behind and using it as a handle to destroy his bowels.

Nathan gasped. This treatment was exactly what he sought. Yes he thought, use me!

After ten minutes of brutal, vigorous sex, Dwayne snarled like an animal, and his balls began to produce the largest load he had ever blown. It flooded Nathan's insides, swamping him with heavy, hot seed as the man pounded harder and harder until they both became dizzy.

He kept his cock firmly embedded inside the young man as the last of his sperm drooled into the wrecked hole, before finally letting him go.

Nathan slumped forward, a spillage of cum weeping from his gaped hole before Dwayne jammed his fingers inside the ruined remnants of his sphincter, and pushed his load back in.

"I'm here for a week" he gasped, feeling the lad's useless ass muscles desperately trying to close his anus, "and by the time I'm gone, you'll need fucking diapers".

The man grabbed his shorts and dressed quickly before storming from the sauna. Nathan flipped onto his back and smiled to himself.

"Add him to the list" Nathan said, as he returned to the foyer, fully dressed, but walking with a limp.

Alonso grinned, Marcus did, too.

Marcus grabbed his phone, entered the group chat once more, and sent the photo of Dwayne.

A new top, already converted. Phone number to be acquired.

Almost instantly, the reactions began to flood the group. The gays were hungry today, and Dwayne was sure to be the best thing on the menu.

For now, at least.