A Proper Young Man's Guide to Anal Etiquette - Chapter 1
By: Lord Odie
The Obligatory Disclaimer
The following is a work of pure sexual fiction and is intended for adult audiences ONLY. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading NOW and go tell your parent and/or guardian that you need stricter internet supervision. Any physical resemblance to a real person that any fictional character herein may bear is probably intentional and is meant as a compliment. Furthermore, all fictional characters in the following fantasy are consenting adults over the age of 18. They are also BDSM professionals and good at what they do. So please, don't try anything that you're about to read at home, if such things were even physically possible. If you still insist on trying things at home, please send all pictures and feedback to me about the experience. If I can't stop you, I can at least make sure you're doing it right. Consider yourself disclaimed.
Foreword from the Author
Like most of my stories, this one is set in the Anal Etiquette Universe (EAU). Unlike most of my stories, the main character in this story is a young man. (Gasp!!!) But don't worry. There will still be enough extreme lesbian anal shenanigans to satisfy even my most devout/deviant readers!
The original concept of this story revolved around "Bensonism". But I had so much fun world building to lead up to it that I'm almost a dozen chapters in and haven't even gotten to my original ideas that sparked this whole story to begin with! So, I decided to give the story a more fitting title and see where my inspiration led me.
The idea of Bensonism is very much intended to be an homage to Simon Benson and the House of Gord graphic novels. (If you don't know who they are, please turn in your pervert card on your way out the door... normie!) I've been a fan of their art and stories for years. While the body modification and BDSM are often more extreme than what I write about, and their works are not necessarily as anally focused as my stuff, but there is more than enough overlap in his work to keep me interested.
The basic concept behind Bensonism is that in the future, Simon Benson has become somewhat of a Joseph Smith character - because, why the fuck not!? - with his cult-like followers practicing extreme BDSM to a degree that might shock even the "normal" people who inhabit other parts of the EAU. But outwardly, they're super-conservative. Basically, think ultra-kinky God-fearing Amish/Mennonites. The Bensonite religion has the Old Testament featuring everyone's favorite 'Angry Desert War God', and the Modern Testament featuring the entire works of "Saint" Benson, which primarily focuses on the proper treatment and roles of men and women. But not the New Testament of traditional Christianity though. All that love and forgiveness stuff is for boring people and has no place in proper Bensonism!
I have a few other ideas of where I want to go with this concept but like most of my writing, I make this shit up as I go along!
Our story starts with a young man named Matt. He's a 20-something college student trying to figure out his place in the uncaring world. Like most of his peers in their mid-20s, he has fully embraced the near free-use of women as sex objects. Since the ratio of men to women in the EAU timeline is less than 1-5, women have to viciously compete amongst themselves for male attention, any male attention! But he knows that his that his life of constant fucking and video games is missing something. Something other than the all-consuming drive to empty his balls into willing females. Maybe something that only God - and an oddly alluring anal BDSM sex cult - can provide. Who knows! When we find out, I'll be just as surprised as anyone else...
On a completely unrelated note: from various comments and emails I've received over the years, some readers have expressed reservations about the unrealistic sizes and activities in my stories. The original inspiration that moved me to start writing all those years ago was the artwork of USSO/Knockout. He's a Japanese hentai artist with a flavor for extreme penetration; particularly extreme anal penetration. Feel free to lookup his artwork online. Then maybe some of my crazier scenarios might make a little more sense...
In the meantime, enjoy!
1. It's a Meat Market Out There
By all appearances, 24-year-old Matt Downey was an average, All American young man. He was just starting his last semester at a local university majoring in Developing Economic Theory. Basically, his degree focused on implementing the best ways to milk smaller national economies for everything they had for a moderate percentage of the profits that went to international conglomerates. He was really excelling at his studies and already had a few lucrative job offers lined up for after graduation. Matt was a reasonably attractive young man with thick curly dark brown hair that he kept pulled back. He wasn't all that tall at 5' 11", but he'd played American Football through middle school, all six years of high school - which was normal these days - and his first few years of college before a bad leg injury ended that career possibility. He was fully healed but insurance liability prevented him from playing on organized teams ever again. But he was still built like the linebacker position he once played. He had incredibly thick forearms and biceps, muscular legs to match, along with a hairy barrel chest, and a thick neck. His fully bearded face only added to his general burly image. Overall, his large, bear-like physique presented an intimidating appearance despite his lack of extra height.
One of his two best friends was Kyle Sauder. The young man was only two months older than Matt was. Physically, Kyle was nearly the exact opposite of Matt. He was 6'3" tall, blonde, wiry, and couldn't grow facial hair if his life depended on it. To top it off, he was absurdly physically attractive in a runway model kind of way, with an annoyingly aloof over-confidence that made women practically cream in their pants on site. He wasn't doing all that well in school and had never decided on a real major other than general studies. His primary long-term focus was on becoming a professional e-gamer and maybe becoming a trophy husband someday. He had zero moral qualms about being appreciated as just eye candy. His short-term focus was on sinking his cock into as many women as he could on a daily basis.
The pair were working out in the campus gym. Of the 50 or so people in sweating and grinding it out on the machines, there were only two other men visible. The rest were scantily clad women ranging in ages from 20 to maybe 60. While the gym had a strict dress code, the outfits most of the women wore were pushing the limits of what was acceptable. But the gym was the perfect place to show off the goods to any prospective male partners. And no self-respecting woman who wanted to bag herself one of the few single men on campus would let any advantage go to waste!
"So, how do you like your new Sociology instructor, Professor McNally?" Kyle asked, standing over Matt's prone form as the ex-football player casually benched more weight than he could even dream of lifting. "Jessi and I had her last semester. She's my first teacher here that wouldn't let me fuck her!"
Grunting in between reps, "Well, she's in a serious... relationship with a guy now. She probably doesn't want to... fuck anything up," Matt replied. "Some guys can still get... jealous if their girlfriend fucks around on them too much."
"I know! It just fucking sucks! Jessi told me she only just got herself a serious boyfriend over the summer. Man! I know I should have taken her course last year like my counselor suggested!" Kyle continued. "Every time I showed up to her office to try and fuck her, she was all professional and business-like. It was fucking weird!"
"Didn't Jessi... fuck her a few times though?" Matt asked, referring to the third member of their best friendship. The weight was getting to be almost too much this late in his set.
"God yes, she did!" the blonde young man confirmed. "The little cunt... We showed up to McNally's office a couple times together. She would answer my questions as quickly as she could before ushering me out of her office and closing and locking the door behind me. The school's doors are decently thick, but not thick enough for me not to hear Jessi screaming, 'Oh! Fuck! Fuck me, Professor McNally! Pound my slutty asshole harder!" he repeated with mixed feelings about the encounters. "And it's not even like Jessi could deny anything. The few times I waited for them to be done, she came out with her hair and cloths all messed up and walking slowly."
