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Date: Mon, 19 Feb 2001 23:30:21 EST From: cybercavan@hotmail.com Subject: The Second Cumming This is the continuation of Transit Trash. The author always welcomes comments and feedback @ cybercavan@hotmailcom. Copyright 2001 by Mick Maxell The Second Coming Part I "Believe in the Lord, or Perish!. Smite the Sinners, these Lepers in this Most Prideful of Cities or Surrender your everlasting soul to the Fiery Pit ! Oh Lord, lead us, Your Warriors, to the Site of Iniquity and make us Mighty in our Mission. Let us pray, let us work, for the destruction of those who would behave like beasts of the field, those who would befoul their humanity, those Unclean Men who would lie with other Men, who would penetrate each other with the staffs of Satan, who would... " Caleb's face grew redder as his exhortations grew in violence. He stood in the aisle, his heavily-muscled arms stretched to the ceiling of the bus, fists clenched as sweat poured from his face and soaked his open- necked white tennis shirt. His erect tits pushed through the damp cotton fabric, standing proud on the hefty pecs. His thighs strained the tan cotton slacks as he stood, legs spread and slightly bent, as if he was bracing himself against the yet unseen forces of the Dark One. Caleb's weapons in his crusade against Evil were his Faith and the compelling voice of his holy zeal. Only one passenger on the sparsely-seated bus noticed the more earthly weapon: the thick sword of flesh between Caleb's muscular legs, now apparently unsheathed and growing mightily as his lurid condemnations reached their crescendo. "Behold, my brothers - Sodom!" With a dramatic gesture, Caleb pointed out the window at the tightly- bunched skyscrapers of downtown San Francisco. The disciples, the sworn missionaries of the Church of Divine Holiness in God the Righteous, listened raptly, their eager rubbernecking at the Golden Gate Bridge momentarily suspended. Only the one passenger in the back of the bus ignored the vista, much more interested in observing just how and where the Spirit had moved Caleb. The disciples had been stuck in the City-bound traffic for well over an hour, the result of a three-car crash somewhere ahead of them on Lombard Street which served as the entrance portal to San Francisco from the bridge. The ardor of the prayers that sustained them during the 300-mile journey from their remote mountain community had definitely waned in the face of the prosaic and prolonged aggravations of a traffic jam. They were impatient to wrestle with the Devil, in this case represented by the mindless tools of Evil, the San Francisco Board of Supervisors, who were set to vote that evening on passing a domestic partners ordinance to same-sex couples and allow them to more easily adopt children. For Caleb and the disciples, the Time Had Come to Make a Stand. Caleb's wise intervention had bucked them up; they suddenly saw the City in the proper and righteous light of Holiness for what it really was - the Viper's Nest, the Pit of Perversion, the Hallway to Hell, instead of the somehow magical vision of sparkling glass towers, gracious white stucco homes, deep green trees and blue ocean that first met their eyes. San Francisco - a place so unlike the unyielding granite slopes of home, with its relentless summer heat and merciless winter winds from the nearby Sierras. Home was Corliss - a small and shrinking town in the foothills. Tourism had passed it by and the industries that had long fed its inhabitants had slowly dried up. In their place had come a new industry, called by its' critics, Religious Right, Inc.- of which Caleb was the leading local arbitrageur. As Caleb took a breath in between rants, Gibby almost piped up and asked Brother Caleb where Gomorrah was, figuring it must be one of the suburbs they had just passed through. Gibby was the youngest of the disciples, just turned eighteen. He was real excited to be asked by Brother Caleb to go on the Mission. While he didn't always understand what Caleb was so mad about, all he knew was that he would do his bit to serve the Lord. And at six feet three and with 250 pounds of solid muscle, Gibby knew from Caleb that he was gonna be the Lord's linebacker if things got rough. He scratched his thick strawberry blond thatch of hair, puzzlement in his baby blue eyes. Heck, the way the other disciples had talked about these sons of Satan, these ho-mo-sex-uals, Gibby didn't have nuthin' to fear - it sounded like most 'em were sissies afraid of their own shadows. Though, when Gibby got to thinkin' about it, the only genuine queer he had met was this long-haul truck driver who had picked him up when Gibby was hitchhiking back from up-country - he weren't no sissy. His face suddenly burned at the memory of that day. When that big old Freightliner had pulled up, Gibby had said a prayer of thanks to the Lord. He had been standing there for an hour, afraid that it would be dark before he got home and he'd get heck from his godma who he was stayin' with 'til he graduated. He was still thankful as he hauled himself up into the cab of the truck , welcomed aboard by a dark haired dude about the same age as Gibby's dad. They had shot the shit for a while, where the trucker was headed, how Corliss' football team had done that year, the usual stuff. The talk tuckered out and Gibby grew drowsy in the mounting heat. At the end of spring, it was beginning to get pretty hot and the driver apologized for the air conditioning being busted. Sweat was pourin' down the driver's neck, matting the dense dark hair peeping out from his tee-shirt. Finally, the driver asked Gibby to take the wheel for a second while he took off his t-shirt. Gibby obliged and steered the truck while the trucker quickly pulled off his soaked shirt Gibby was used to seeing other guys with muscles at the gym where he worked out. This trucker, though, had the tightest muscles he had ever seen, more like whipcord than the chunky biceps and pecs that Gibby himself sported. Gibby guilelessly checked the trucker out, not noticing how the guy watched him out of the corner of his eye. Regaining the wheel, the suddenly trucker turned to Gibby and said softly, "ya like what ya see, kid?" Gibby turned beet red and his mouth went dry. Without waiting for an answer, the trucker dropped his hand to Gibby's crotch, giving it a quick squeeze. "Jesus, no! What are you...what the hell..heck do you think you are doing...Man, stop this truck, let me out, stop the fuckin' truck!" By this time, Gibby was almost screaming like a girl, he was so freaked out. He lurched away from the trucker, his large frame crammed against the door, looking as if he was going to faint. The trucker just gave him a slow smile, squeezed his Gibby's dick again and slowed the truck to a halt. "Look, kid. No harm intended. I just thought you might wanna get your nuts off." Gibby just shook his head violently in the negative.. "Seems a real shame, a great lookin' stud like you, wasted on some hometown prom queen. Jeez, if I was as hot as you, I'd have 'em lined up just waiting.," drawled the trucker. "Too bad, I coulda really shown you a good time." He shook his head ruefully but with no embarrassment. By this time, Gibby had somewhat calmed down. The trucker's soft unhurried manner and his total lack of aggression steadied Gibby. Besides, he was unaccountably flattered that the pervert found him attractive and was suddenly curious what he meant by a 'good time.' Gibby was a virgin, despite his good looks and Herculean body and he had only the vaguest notion what queers did with each other. All he really knew that he was beginning to get hard. He dropped his eyes to his crotch in dismay. "Oh Lord, please save me," he thought frantically. His body seemed to be controlled by his manhood, rampaging horniness and curiosity communicating itself to the driver who was lazily watching him, a slight smile on his face, one dimple showing in his lined cheek. . "Just let me taste it, just once and then you can be on your way. No one will ever know." Words said in a smoky whisper. The trucker's hand began to slowly pull down Gibby's zipper, tenderly stroking the hardening mound under the denim. " I am damned," thought Gibby, dimly aware that damnation felt awful good. Gibby's mind was in a whirl. While he knew that this trucker must be one of those Unholy Perverts who Caleb had warned him against, he couldn't help but noticing what soft brown eyes and what a nice smile the guy had,. And Lord preserve him, that hand sure felt good on his dick. The trucker continued unzipping his pants and then slipped his had inside Gibby's boxers. The boy gasped as he felt the hot hard hand close around the rigid shaft of his dick. Gibby closed his eyes, begging for forgiveness. It was the signal the trucker had been waiting for. He lowered his head and gently began to suck Gibby's big fat dick. When the hot moist mouth wrapped around his dick head, Gibby knew that, while he surely goin' to Hell for this, he was, at that moment, in Heaven. It didn't take long; the expert mouth on the inexperienced boy resulted in a spectacular, sin-filled orgasm. And true to his word, the trucker let Gibby off at the next exit and headed off into the sunset. In the subsequent months, Gibby had managed to bury the incident deep in the back of his mind, which was neither very deep nor tenacious. Gibby looked out the window at the City again which had gradually become visible as the bus inched through the tunnel from Marin County. Reflecting on Caleb's description of the City, he thought it was kinda strange. While Brother Caleb must certainly know better than Gibby what the entrance to Sodom looked like, those rose colored high- rises, bright with the setting sun, sure looked pretty, hardly what Gibby had pictured it to be. But, wasn't that the point - the Devil was real good at setting pretty snares for the unwary - snares like that trucker. Gibby shifted in his seat, his tight jeans suddenly seeming a size too small. A fresh blast of invective from Caleb caught his attention and the sins of the past slid off the slippery surface of his mind. >From his deliberately isolated post at the back of the bus, Josh turned his face away from Caleb, hatred and something else burning in his heart. His eyes had followed Caleb's uplifted arms and hard biceps, had watched Caleb's huge chest grow with every intake of breath as the staccato preaching grew more vehement until Josh thought that the tight cotton shirt would split at the sweat-soaked seams. And as he watched Caleb's basket grow bigger and bigger, Josh felt a straining in his own dick, a feeling which just further confused his already fucked-up head. The only reason Josh had agreed to come on this stupid-ass "mission" was cuz his mama told him to and moreover, had threatened to kick his sinful ass out the door if he didn't. As always, she cared more that retard Gibby, his cousin and her godson, than she did for her own flesh and blood. Josh's job was to keep Gibby out of trouble and bring his precious ass back home in one piece from big, bad Babylon.. Josh snorted - as if a dude as big as Gibby couldn't take care of himself, even if he was dumb as a bag of rocks. Besides, Gibby was the spear carrier for Brother 'my-shit-don't-stink' Caleb and the good reverend wouldn't let nuthin' happen to his pet gladiator ! He glanced through the window staring out at the sunset-burnt ocean, immersed in his own bitter thoughts. Josh didn't give a shit about the "mission"; all this Bible talk bored him senseless. He had looked at the so- called "Righteous Christians" in his community and couldn't see a damn bit of difference 'tween them and anyone else. In fact, he found most of Brother Caleb's "disciples" to be fuckin' ignorant and way too ready to turn over what little cash and independence of mind they had over to Caleb. And Josh felt that whatever shit two men or two women did in bed was their own fuckin' business. He regarded the evangelist angrily. Caleb had finished his tirade and his face had returned to more of what Josh remembered from high school. He and Caleb were the same age, in fact. They had run wild as boys in the forests and streams surrounding their country town; Jake and Caleb always whoopin' it up, raisin' shit and causin' trouble, never bothering about tomorrow. Then Caleb had joined the Army and got posted to Bosnia. Something happened over there - something Caleb never discussed with Josh or anyone else, as far as he knew. But when Caleb came home two years before his hitch was up, he started readin' the Bible and staying home. No more motorcycle races at two in the morning, no more smokin' pot and drinkin' Wild Turkey down by the river. No more hot and sweaty double fucks with Lu and Tina, the insatiable sluts of Corliss, in Caleb's van. Josh grabbed his crotch, hard from just thinkin' of those hot nights. They would park the van at the roadside overlook high on the above the river, a favorite spot for locals to fuck around and do drugs. Caleb had put some big money in the van's sound system and installed wall to wall padding. - perfect for fucking all night long. Lu and Tina, always ready for a hot ride on some hard dick, would have their panties off in a second. Josh just loved to watch as Caleb and Lu paired off. Lu was tiny and perfectly formed; Caleb was huge with big muscles in his ass from all those years of football. Josh used to lie there while Tina blew him, watching Caleb's glutes bunch up and relax as he shoved his big red meat over and over again into the moaning Lu, his dangling balls slapping in rhythm. As cars swung around the bend in the road, their headlights would repeatedly strafe the tangled figures, first lighting up Caleb's plunging, beefy ass and then dance along the curves of the massive shoulders and arms and finally the top of his bent head, all in a second.. As Lu started whimpering, Caleb would really start pumpin', the sound of his panting and the smell of his sweat fillin' the van. Funny, though, Caleb would never shoot his load inside Lu, instead he would pull out just as he was cumming, arch his back and spray his load all over his s tomach and chest. Sometimes, if the cars came along at the right time, the headlights would catch the flying load and make the globs of sperm light up like fireflies caught in a stobe light. Caleb's huge dick would be bursting out of his doubled up fists, his hands a flying motion in the dark And occasionally, Josh would get splattered by Caleb's fountain of jism. Once, on a night when he had gotten really high, Josh had actually licked some of his buddy's sperm off his arm. It was the same night Josh had experienced his most intense orgasm, but he would never admit the connection. All he remembered was the hot salty taste and the sight of Caleb's dripping dick and his hard belly shiny with cum and sweat slippin' off the edge of his hairy pecs. And the overwhelming desire to take his buddy's softening meat in his mouth and swallow the rest of his sticky load. It was that thought that had pushed Josh over the top and he had shot an almighty load into Tina's hot mouth, causing her to choke and then swear at him. He heard Caleb laugh lazily in the dark and felt, or imagined he felt, his buddy's hand glance along his naked thigh, like he had read Josh's mind. Those spunky days were over. Caleb was full of nuthin' but endless God-talk and self-righteousness now. Caleb had turned away from his friend overnight, leaving Josh angry, bewildered and hurt. So why the hell was he on this stupid bus and why, when he looked at Caleb's bulging crotch did the taste of salt fill his mouth and his heart to ache? The bus began to move again, causing the disciples to loudly praise the Lord and begin singing their warrior song, Onward Christian Soldiers, as they lumbered into the twilight towards their target. \\\\\\ In another part of the City Chuckie stubbed out the joint hastily. He and GD had just scored some major pot and didn't wanna wait for their buddies to arrive up before lighting up. So maybe the plaza in front of San Francisco City Hall in the hazy light of early summer evening wasn't the most discreet place to do a dube but shit, they let the homeless crazies pee in the fuckin' flowers in front of the mayor's palace, didn't they? The police car that nailed the two bike messengers with its spotlight had come out of nowhere - the pigs were getting' mighty sly these days. GD, totally zonked, had squinted into the light, laughing like an idiot. Worse yet, as the car slowed down, he turned around like a whirling dervish, ripped down his bike shorts and shot the pigs a major moon, his muscular ass glowing in the searchlight. You could hear the cops laugh and one of 'em, a black dude, shouted, "great ass, what else ya got?" before the car moved on. Chuckie choked with laughter, the hastily-swallowed smoke sticking in his craw, causing him to start coughing. GD hadn't pulled up his shorts, but stood there, his enormous meat getting hard as he gave the departing cop car the finger, shouting, " come on back, y'all. Always glad to do my citizen's dooty and help out our boys in bluuueee..." GD was living la vida loco for sure these days . And the sight of his giant white dick and shaved balls reminded Chuckie of the strange road he and GD had traveled in the last month. Chuckie had never much liked GD, figuring him to be a big-time honky racist. He couldn't figure out what this white trash punk was doing working for CitySlash, the hottest messenger service in San Francisco. 'Slash had the best stable of cycle freaks in the City and the 'Slashers were interested in one thing - how quick and how cool you could do your tags - nuthin' else mattered. Especially not the color of your skin, what drugs you did or who or what you fucked. Just show up on time, beat the dispatcher at his game and leave your mark without getting caught. GD and Chuckie had had a run-in just a week or so after GD had started. A half dozen "Slashers were in the dispatch station, just hangin'. Tommy the Tool was bitchin' about his flaky lover Fernando, how the creep fucked around on him, sneaking into the jack-off clubs when Tommy was pedaling his ass up and down the hills of the City. This was about the tenth time the 'Slashers had heard the complaint so Geenah told Tommy to stop whining, tie the cheap little trick up and fuck him until he bled. Typical Geenah solution - she had done time after slicing her boyfriend pretty bad after finding him in bed with her sister. Tuba had then suggested that Tommy just get hisself another piece of south of the border ass, cupping his genitals suggestively. Everybody had roared, knowing that Tuba (Luis to his ma) had the major hots for the hopelessly love-snared Tommy. GD had listened to the exchange of advice and badinage with a disgusted expression on his face, finally storming out of the room, nearly knocking Chuckie off the stool on he was perched on. Chuckie barreled through the door after him and grabbed GD by the shoulder. "What the fuck's wit' you, dude? You gotta problem?" GD ground his teeth. "Fuckin' faggot - makes me want to puke." Chuckie stared at GD. "So maybe you should get your bible-belt ass out the door cuz Tommy is the best fuckin' rider in this fuckin' company and has pulled my ass - and others - out of the fire more than once. And if you don't like the fact that he fucks boys, then you are in the wrong shop, fucker, cuz there are a lot weirder trips goin' down than Tommy's." GD spat. "No doubt - what the fuck could I expect in this fuckin' freak show of a town. A decent white Christian don't have a fuckin' chance." Chuckie starting laughing uproarously, his dreads' shaking, making GD even angrier. "You got that right, honky - any "decent white Christians" should get the hell outta Dodge before some faggot nails their pretty, tight ass - or some crazy black man carves his initials on their lily white faces." The last comment was said with lethal malice. GD stared at Chuckie for a long moment, the tension palpable. Then, he was gone into the foggy San Francisco night, pedaling furiously to the train station in order to catch the last fuckin' train outta Sodom to his cheap digs in Oakland, turning Chuckie's comments and threats over and over in his mind as he rode. Smoking a joint outside the station had not helped. Chuckie didn't see GD for a couple of weeks after that. Chuckie was going to SF State at night and had cut back on his hours as finals drew near. When he finally did see GD again, Chuckie had cooled off. He had spent his whole life dealin' with crazy white folk - why he let this redneck shithead get him so riled was a mystery. He figured GD wouldn't last at 'Slashers anyway. So, he was real surprised to see GD still there. And even more surprised when GD took him aside during the shift and asked him if he would like to get high. Puzzled, but never one to turn down smoke, Chuckie agreed. They met at the end of their shift down by the Mission Bay end of the Embarcadero. GD was leaning up against a lamppost, the fog swirling around him as Chuckie rode up on his Gary Fisher. "Yo, GD, 'wuz'hap'nin? " GD glanced up at Chuckie and smiled. A real smile. Like GD was actually glad to see him. And shit, when he smiled like that, well, he was a pretty good lookin' dude. Chuckie had always admired GD's style on a bike, like his body was designed for a two wheeled existence - long, lean, muscular - aerodynamic. And you could hardly help noticing that GD was hung pretty big for a white guy, what with him wearing those tight lycra bike shorts. Now, Chuckie, he preferred to wear cut off beach pants over his bike shorts. He had gotten tired of having all those chicks (and lotta dudes) at reception desks checkin' out his huge black dick and nuts when he wore just the shorts, like he was some kind of walkin' porno show. "Hey, Chuckie," drawled GD in his soft southern accent. He dug in his fanny pack and whipped out a fat joint, a goofy grin on his face. Chuckie returned the smile. They lit up, both sucking in major hits. They passed the joint back in forth in silence as the fog grew denser and the City disappeared block by block. The foghorn began its eerie moaning. "Listen, Chuckie...I wanna...you know a couple of weeks ago...when I said those things...y'know...I was really pissed off and...I dunno...confused. GD stumbled to a stop. Chuckie took a hit, his eyes squinting in the smoke as he took in the halting explanation. "Anyhow, all I wanted to say was that I was an asshole...and you was right to call me on it. Folks here are different...real different. And I gotta deal with that.. like, just relax and let people be who they are. Like Geenah... like Tommy." GD glanced at Chuckie nervously, trying to see if he was reaching him. Chuckie exhaled and passed the joint back to GD. " So, white boy, is this an apology?" GD sheepishly lowered his eyes, missing the teasing tone in Chuckie's voice. "Yeh...I mean...like...I'm really...sorry, dude " Chuckie laughed and mocked punched GD's iron hard chest. "No problem, GD. Just kiss my sweet black ass and all will be forgiven." GD's blue eyes flew up to Chuckie's laughing face, his skin turning pale. "Wha...what did you say?" he stammered. The black stud stared at him quizzically, taken aback by GD's reaction to his joke. " Kiss my black ass...you know, a joke, GD. Jeez, dude, you gotta lighten up if you gonna ride with the 'Slashers long. We be a pretty rough crowd and our sense of humor is...well.. it be pretty fuckin' twisted." "Oh...yeh...right." GD glanced away from Chuckie into the thickening fog, obviously embarrassed. Chuckie, feeling sorry for the poor jerk , decided to change the subject.. He took another hit and asked GD, "So, my man, 'always wanted to know, just what does 'GD' stand for?" The white biker turned deep red, his embarrassment visibly increasing. Amused, Chuckie pressed his inquiry. "So...what....'Georgia Dipshit'?... 'Gopher Dung'.. what?" GD glanced at Chuckie imploringly. "It's stupid...it's nuthin...really'." Chuckie snickered nastily. "Must be somethin' pretty shameful to wanna hide it so bad. " GD, nettled by the sarcasm, blurted out, "Giant Dick." It was Chuckie's turn to be embarrassed; his recent thoughts about GD's cock rushing forcibly back. Recovering his cool, Chuckie said, " That's quite a handle, GD. Hope you live up to it. Being a black man, you understand, I gotta take that claim with a grain of salt," he said with a shiteating grin. GD straightened up and said challengingly, "Well, Chuckie, it ain't just black men who got big dicks. Some of us white guys are as big or even bigger than y'all." "Like hell you are," boasted Chuckie, aware of a strange tingling feeling in his crotch. "I ain't met a white boy yet who comes even close to me, whether they be called "Giant Dick" or 'Long John Silver.'" The pot seemed to doing strange things to the black biker's head; he never would have gotten into this ridiculous teenager bullshit otherwise or felt the beginnings of a major hard-on as a result of talking about dicks, for fuck's sake. "Oh yeh, well, getta load of this, Chuckie my man." GD stubbed out the joint on the lamp -post and palmed it. With his other hand, he defiantly jerked down the front of his shorts, exposing his dick to the cool night air. He grabbed his hose and shook it out. Chuckie couldn't help gaping at the sight. 'Giant dick' was an understatement - GD's cock was huge, way over ten inches, hard and as thick as bottle of Miller Lite. The head was the size of tennis ball and GD had totally shaved his pubes. Chuckie swallowed. What the fuck was he supposed to do now? If he whipped his own meat out, GD would see just how turned on he was and that would never do. "Whoa, dude. Okay, I'll buy that some white dudes have big dicks. And that 'GD' is right on. Bet the chicks just love to swing on that muthuh." GD started to pull his shorts up and muttered, "yeh...right...the...chicks...sure do." Chuckie suddenly felt disappointed. He realized that he had really gotten off looking at GD's meat - that he would like to more than look at it, maybe even taste it. The pot streamed from his brain straight to his dick. Chuckie reflected that he didn't really give a shit if a person was gay, straight, bi or into blow-up dolls; hell, his older brother Tyrone was gay and lived in NYC with his lover, Shawn. And last summer, Chuckie had visited them for a week. Tyrone ran his own business and worked long hours. Two nights before he came back to the City, while Tyrone was at his shop, Chuckie and Shawn had gotten pretty wasted and ended up in bed. It was mighty weird but very, very hot. Since then, Chuckie had sorta checked out guys in an objective way, not lookin' for gay sex but not ruling it out, either. "Okay, GD. Let's see who is the bigger man, shall we?" Chuckie said, forestalling GD's further moves. The white biker just stared at him. Taking advantage of his silence, GD unbuttoned his cutoff surf pants and lowered them, revealing the neon green bike shorts. His hard-on poked two inches above the waistband; the shaft was like a baseball bat inside the tight nylon shorts. GD dropped his eyes, which widened in disbelief. Chuckie peeled the shorts away from his skin and pulled them down over his sinewy thighs. His cock fell free like a downed redwood, twelve inches of solid brown flesh, still not fully hard. Chuckie boldly reached forward and grabbed GD's dick, letting his fingers run sensuously over the hot white bulk of it. He pulled GD closer and drew the two cocks along side of each other. Chuckie's dick was the bigger but GD's wasn't too far behind. "Well, well, GD. Looks like black is better, for sure. Though it's hard to be sure when my dick sure ain't hard" he joked nervously, not meeting GD's eyes. "I can fix that, Chuckie, if you want." Chuckie stared up at GD, not sure that he heard the hot stud correctly. "And, pray tell me how, my man?" GD laughed kinda crazily and said, "Like a dude I met recently said, 'why don't you bring that sweet Nubian meat over here and let me show you.' " "Nubian meat? Who the fuck you been hangin' wit', GD?" "The best, Chuckie, simply the fuckin' best." GD bent over, his hands sliding down Chuckie's exposed thighs. The white biker rested his forehead against the Chuckie's flat stomach and smiled. Two weeks ago, he had been just another scared, in-the-closet redneck, lost in the big bad city and wanting to go home. Then, on that fateful evening, pissed after his tense encounter with Chuckie, he had gotten really high and acting way stupid, had picked a fight with this queer Irish dude on the trans-Bay train.(Transit Trash I) The hot foreigner had beaten GD with his fist and his belt and had then mercilessly fucked GD' virgin ass. The biker still had faint yellow bruises on his butt from that night. And on that same never-to-be-forgotten train ride, GD had sucked his first dick - a huge black dick belonging to one enormous black cop, who, after scarin' the shit outta GD, had proceeded to kiss him like no chick had ever kissed him. It had been the most miraculous, painful and glorious night of his life: it had changed him forever. And after two weeks of soul-searching and dick-beating, GD had come to the conclusion that his life here in San Francisco was meant to be. That a whole world of new people and new ideas was his, just for the taking. That all the attitudes he had been force-fed as a kid - by his folks, by the preachers, by his white trash buddies, were simply total bullshit. And, finally, he realized that he was gay. His apology to Chuckie was sincere; so too was his desire to get that mighty piece of black meat in his mouth. Since his run-in with the black cop and the Irish dude, GD had craved dick. Still working through his feelings, he had not acted on the knowledge that he was queer until he had seen Chuckie come through the doors of CitySlashers tonight. GD had suddenly realized that Chuckie had been the only 'Slasher who had tried to help him understand that bewildering tangle of addresses and business protocols during that first scary week on the job; the only one who had helped him find a bike shop that wouldn't rip him off, who had told him where to find cheap lodgings in the patchwork series of communities which comprised the Bay area, who had tried to make him feel welcome. In short, Chuckie had taken the time to treat him right, like a fellow human being. And tonight, GD intended on returning the favor. The white biker stuck out his hot tongue and began to trace a slow trail down Chuckie's pelvis, following the line of well-defined muscle into his pubes. He heard the black rider's quick intake of breath and smiled again. Grazing his lips over the stiff bush, he found the base of the huge black dick. He flicked his tongue back and forth over the sensitive junction of cock and pelvis, delighted when Chuckie's cock began to jump in response. GD parted his moist lips, allowing just the slightest bit of teeth to show and ran his mouth slowly down the thickening foot long dick. The combination of hot, wet lips and the slight edge of hard teeth caused the black biker to moan. Chuckie grabbed the back of GD's head in response, relishing the feel of the soft blond hair and the tense neck muscles. He dropped his hands to GD's shoulders, sloped them down the beautifully muscled trapezius to the top of the hard biceps and around to the redneck's back. Curling his fingers, his grabbed GD's cycling jersey and began to pull it up, exposing the tapering white back and soft almost invisible hair on the his tailbone which had caught drops of fog and glistened in the hazy streetlight. Chuckie was oblivious to the fact that they were on a public street, all he wanted was to see GD's hot naked torso and the rest of the body he had so frequently admired as the redneck had ridden his bike like a surfboard through the City streets, a two-wheeled artist of loco-motion. GD left off his sensual assault on Chuckie's glorious cock and looked up. The fog had thickened sufficiently to conceal them from the street and passing cars but GD didn't want a casual pedestrian to stumble upon them. He whispered to Chuckie. "Dude, there's an alley right behind us. Come on and follow me." Chuckie snapped out of his lustful fog and laughed. "Sure don't know what was in that weed, due, but all ya gotta do is ask and I shall obey." GD smiled again and teased Chuckie, "I'll keep that in mind." Grabbing their bikes, they felt their stoned ways to a side street and then further into the dense black hole of a one way alley. The sounds of the City disappeared and the clicking of their bicycles sounded spookily in the darkening light. Three stories up, a security light on the side of a building threw down an inadequate cone of light in the dense fog. Without a word, GD stripped off his jersey, pulled off his shorts and stood there, naked except for his riding shoes in the cool half-light. Chuckie couldn't believe how beautiful the dude was, like some Teutonic dream out of a myth - tall, blonde and with that enormous dick wavering like an enchanted weapon. The black biker roughly pulled down his shorts and stepped out of them, the chill foggy air sending goose bumps up his taut black ass. No fog could chill his dick, though. He was totally hard and upright, the head of his cock tapping right below his sternum. Chuckie had never been this turned on. He had long stopped thinking about what the hell any of this meant. All he wanted was to put his hot black hands on that huge white dick, to grab that perfect white ass that he had seen so many times perched above the bike seat. An ass that had been a fuckin' miracle of muscle and motion, mesmerizing Chuckie as he had followed GD up the killing slopes of San Francisco's hills on his bike, laboring to keep up with the redneck daredevil. As if he had read his mind, GD turned slowly, sensually running his strong hands down and over the smooth cheeks. He turned his head over his shoulder, and said in a pot-thickened voice, "Hey, bikeboy, why don't ya come over here and stick your hot pink tongue up my white hole? Ya know you want it, just like I want your big black dick in my mouth." Chuckie couldn't believe it. The GD he had known, the bigoted redneck who had been such a pain in the ass and the butt of so many jokes among the 'Slashers as being a total hillbilly dweeb, had suddenly turned into this fuckin' warlock, able to make Chuckie go weak at the knees and do his every bidding. The black biker moved slowly, unable to take his eyes off that ass. GD had begun to run his fingers up and down his crack, teasing the hidden hole and smiling that witchy smile the entire time. Chuckie approached GD and reached out to stroke his ass. His hands trembled with horniness as he cupped the perfect cheeks. Shit, they were hard as marble but warm as a puppy's breath. Chuckie squeezed them softly and GD let out a sigh. Sliding his palm down the hairless surface, Chuckie slapped one cheek, not hard, but with enough sting to make GD groan deep in his throat. Oho! So, this redneck cocktease got into a little slap and tickle? Chuckie smiled and his gave GD another real good crack. This one forced the white biker up against the brick wall, his arms splayed above his head to stop his forward motion. With his arms and legs spread, and the fog condensing on his ass cheeks, GD had assumed the classic "up against the wall" from Chuckie's favorite cop movies. The black rider laughed to himself; this time it was the white dude about to be frisked by the black man instead of the reverse. Well, there wasn't much of GD that couldn't been seen with the naked eye so maybe a full body search was needed! Chuckie dropped to his knees and roughly grabbed GD's ass. With his strong brown hands, he pried the cheeks apart and with no warning and no finesse, plunged his tongue straight into GD's pulsing hole. The redneck gave a yelp of surprise and then started laughin' like a crazy man. Clearly the monster weed they had just smoked had got straight to the hot stud's brain, thought Chuckie. He looked down at this own aching dick and reflected that the weed had gone to his dick, leaving his brain clear: a great combination! He furiously tongue fucked the sweet pink hole, drilling deeper with every thrust until he couldn't breathe, so deep was his face buried in GD's ass. The white biker was groaning audibly, his moans uncannily echoing the sounds of the distant foghorn out in the Bay. Chuckie began to chew softly on the insider of GD's cheeks, little lust nips that brought that sexy growl outta the redneck's throat. Chuckie then layered spit up and down GD's crack 'til it was slippery as a slalom track. He rose from his knees, grabbed the meaty log of black cock and slapped it between GD's cheeks. Flexing at the knees, he slid the rigid length up and down the slobbery crack. Grabbing GD's waist, he began to buck his hips faster and faster, the top of his cock tickling the biker's lower back and Chuckie's heavy sweat balls swinging up and down like church bells, crashing into GD's shaved sac and bruising his balls. Fog and sweat collected on GD's neck back and shoulders. Chuckie stared down on the beaded moisture which under the diffuse light, looked like diamonds on a white silk. God, was GD beautiful! Chuckie lowered his head, his soft dreads tickling GD's sensitive skin. He began to lick the sweat off the expanse of white shoulders, his baby-soft lips sending chills up GD's spine. He crammed his impossibly huge dick further into the hot valley between GD's cheeks and stopped, wanting to stay there, hard and hot forever. GD had other ideas. He spread his legs wider and grabbing his own cheeks, spread them so the length of black dick was fixed even more firmly. Then GD began to raise up and down on his toes, his powerful calves and thighs, pistoning his ass to beat the sweaty length of GD's swollen black meat. Chuckie circled GD with his wiry arms and hugged him tight, knowing that he was going to shoot his load real soon. GD leaned his head back onto Chuckie's shoulder and continued his pumping. Chuckie , staring at that white throat and full lips, felt somethin' tug at his heart. Acting on impulse, he bent his heads and kissed GD on the lips, hardly believing how soft and warm they were and how good GD felt in his arms. GD responded to the kiss with passion. In spite of his lust, in spite of the pot, he knew that this was it, this was he wanted - a man's arms around him, to be held and kissed and wanted. He clenched his ass and felt the heavy weight of hot dick. Oh, to be fucked by Chuckie! But even as he thought it, he knew that it was too soon, that he didn't want to be in this just for a quick fuck in the fog. Easing himself out of Chuckie's arms and reluctantly letting the massive meat slide away from his crack, GD turned and faced his buddy. They looked into each other's faces for a long moment. And then kissed again. Chuckie suddenly clenched GD to him in a breathtaking embrace and as he did so, shot his wad all over GD's chest and stomach, his wiry body trembling uncontrollably. GD laughed again, sweetly this time. He felt as happy as if he had just shot his own load, delighting in Chuckie's pleasure. And even happier when Chuckie began to apologize for shooting before GD could get off, for makin' a mess, for...GD stopped further self-recriminations with another kiss. "Dude, what happened here was enough for me. It was great, you are so fuckin' hot and I am SO FUCKIN" HAPPY TO BE LIVIN" IN THIS CRAZY CITY! " GD shouted the last words, causing them to bounce off the brick walls lining the alley and into the night. Chuckie started laughing, too, more quietly but with the same sense of celebration that GD felt. There they were: one loco recovering white trash fundie, butt naked, gallons of cum dripping down his perfect torso and with this shit-eating grin on his face and one street-smart rasta' man getting' an advanced degree in between delivering messages, smokin' pot and slide-fuckin' a white boy in a dark alley with his twelve inch hammer - and quite possibly fallin' in fuckin' love with the same white trash loco dude he had known for just a month! Where else but in San Francisco? He laughed louder this time. "Hey dudes' what's the joke?" GD and Chuckie looked up startled as pair of halogen lights pierced the fog into the alley. In another part of the City The bus finally eased off the bridge as the disciples finished the last chorus of their song. The driver got on the intercom and told them that because of the traffic mess, they were goin' to take a detour through the Presidio and go the back way to their hotel on mid-town Market Street. And since there were several veterans on the bus, no one objected to the ride through the now-closed Army based. Of course, it hardly looked like a base, what with all the trees and quiet homes. Fact was, damn near everything was different here in Sodom, as if somebody had painted over the harsher realities of life with a soft haze, makin' things pretty and dream-like. The snares of Satan once more at work. The heavy vehicle chugged through the winding roads of the base and exited into the busy traffic and began weaving its way through increasingly narrow streets, the diesel engine wheezing as it lumbered up hills that grew steeper by the block. They reached a crest and the disciples let out a collective sigh. Below them stretched the City, radiant in the setting sun, the waters of the Bay even bluer than Gibby's eyes and about as empty. All the scene lacked was Satan offering the world to them in return for their souls. The bus eased over the top of the hill, began its descent and then stopped. They were on the wrong street. An increasingly impatient Caleb was worrying over the city map with the driver who had stopped the bus, both of them bewildered by the tangle of one way streets and lack of signs. Gibby stared out the windows, charmed against his will by San Francisco with its brightly painted houses with their curtainless bay windows and those multicolored flags everywhere. Suddenly, he swallowed, his delight evaporating and something like panic taking its place. It couldn't be! Lord save him, it was two men holding hands as they walked down the steep street. Gibby glanced up at Caleb, frantically trying to get his attention, worried that his leader didn't know that they had crossed the threshold into the heart of Sodom! Alone at the rear of the bus, Josh was looking out the opposite side of the bus. Since the stopped bus was perched so high and the street so steep, Josh's window was level with the second floor of the old-fashioned houses. And there, not ten feet from his face was an incredible scene that caused his heart to knock loudly in his chest , turned his dick cement hard in a matter of seconds and made him wonder if he had lost his friggin' mind. . In a big brightly lit room under a harsh unshaded light stood a group of men, their backs against the wall; all of 'em watching the show in the center of the room. Josh swallowed in a suddenly dry throat. It couldn't be! What he saw was a really rough lookin' biker type with a shaved head, goatee and tattoos savagely sucking the tight hairy tits of an older guy dressed in a leather vest and nuthin' else! The sweaty biker had a really evil grin on his face that forcibly brought back to Josh all those warnings from Caleb how gay men were possessed of the Devil. The rough dude's massive pumped chest was glistening with sweat and he had some sort of metal thing linked between his huge erect nipples, like the security chain on a door. Even Josh's former fuck Tina didn't have those kind of two inch nubby tits standing up so red and raunchy. The older leather dude's head was thrown back in an ecstatic way that tickled Josh's memory, until he suddenly remembered Caleb doin' the same when he shot his load those many hot nights ago. Hypnotized by the sight, Josh's eyes noted that the biker was in skin tight jeans, now half opened at the crotch. A red bandana was stuck in his back pocket and he had a pair of handcuffs clipped to his belt. Turning his amazed stare on leather guy', Josh gulped - his dick was the biggest one Josh had ever seen, way, way bigger than his own healthy 9 inches. And he had a leather strap tied around the base of the cock and his big dangling nuts, causing the engorged monster to stand straight up. Josh watched as the younger man unzipped his tight jeans and wrestled out his dick. This one had a fuckin' ring through the head and was pretty big even when soft. And sure as shootin', he had shaved off his pubes, showing off some kind of tattoo on his pelvis which snaked down onto his dick. Josh winced at the thought of getting a tattoo on his dick but it sure the hell made him even harder to look at the other guy's. He glanced around the bus to make sure no one else was sharing his fantasy. Most of the disciples were up front , chatting quietly among themselves or reading their Bibles. Caleb and the drivers were still trying to make sense of the map. Josh returned to his breathless voyeurism. Josh gasped as the biker dude dropped to his knees and began to slowly lick the older guy's dick, up and down, with a long red tongue like a snake. Josh moaned softly as the leather dude impatiently grabbed the back of the younger guy's head and crammed his giant dick down his willing throat. And all around the room, the watchers began to unzip their pants and pull out their dicks. Josh thought he would die, his heart was beating so fast, sweat pouring off his brow. As Josh pressed his face into the window, the action stopped. The two performers stopped, turned as one and looked out the window, straight into the illuminated interior of the bus and Josh's rapt face. He had been spotted! One of the audience was pointing out the window at the bus! The biker said something to the leather guy and they both smiled - nasty no-good smiles. The leather guy was handed a small jar by one of the audience and dipped each hand into it. Still smiling, he spoke to the biker who turned his back to the window, showing off broad hairy shoulders sloping down to a muscular waist. The biker pulled down his tight jeans with a jerk, showing Josh a tight hairy ass - no underwear. The biker then bent over to expose his asshole. The leather guy, still staring at Josh, began to strop the incredible length of his cock, twisting his slippery hand round and round. With his other greased-up hand, he eased his fingers over the biker's lower back and began a frisky feel-up of the hairy rock-hard ass, all the time fixing Josh with this scary half-smile on his face. He then cruelly grabbed one of the biker's cheeks and clawed it aside. He slathered grease into the bikers' hole and with a steady motion, stuck his fingers inside the hot hairy hole. Josh swallowed, not knowing whether he was going to throw his gorge or pop his nuts. He unzipped his "church going" slacks and eased them off his hips.. He grabbed his iron hard dick, praying and hoping that no one on the bus would spot him and or that they would drive off before he could beat his meat. 'Cuz although he might be witnessing the Prophets of Perversion in action and putting his own eternal soul in perilous jeopardy, he had never ever seen such a hot fuckin' sight in his life nor wanted to beat his meat as bad. The leather dude roughly pulled out his fingers and wiped them on his victim's hairy cheeks. He barked a silent command at the biker who turned around half way. Josh could now see the bikers' profile and the arching hard on with its glistening ring bright under the light. The leather master beat his buffalo meat until it looked like it would burst and with casual cruelty, grabbed the biker's waist and thrust the huge purple head into the greased asshole. All around the room, the silent watching men began to stroke their hardening dicks. Josh ripped open his cotton briefs. The smell of sweat and precum hit his nose like a shot of Wild Turkey. He knew that fags fucked each other in the ass but had never allowed himself to think about what that actually meant. All he knew was that, in the past, when he was too fucked up and having a hard time shooting his wad, Tina would occasionally shove her finger into his hole, usually causing him to blast. But to have something that big shoved up there! His own hole twitched in response. The leather dude slid more and more of the monster up the biker's greedy hole and began furiously slapping the hairy cheeks with the palm of his hands. The biker arched his back and roughly backed himself onto the full length of the sadist's enormous cock. He grabbed his own meat and began to jack off in a furious rhythm which matched the pounding his ass was receiving. The leather dude suddenly stopped beating the biker's ass cheeks and reached around and down and grabbed the biker's dangling balls. Then with a violent jerk which caused Josh to involuntarily whimper, the leather dude yanked down on the swollen sac, causing the biker's mouth to contort in ecstatic pain. His beefy body trembling uncontrollably in agony and lust, the biker dropped his hands away from his engorged dick and shot a blast of cum which arched through the air and hit the wall four feet away. Josh's mouth dropped open involuntarily, the taste of salt once again filling his senses. The leather dude pushed the biker away from him in a rough thrust, the hasty exit of his fist-sized dick head outta the biker's hairy ass causing a fresh burst of cum to squirt from the biker's meat. Turning to face the window, the sadist stared straight at Josh, the gigantic dick totally upright and stiff. With that same shit-eating grin, he grabbed his own nuts as violently as he had his victim's and blasted his shot onto the window, splattering white gobs of cum in all directions. Josh couldn't stand it. He grabbed blindly in the seat pocket and reached out a piece of paper. Beating his dick feverishly, he came with a fury which caused spots to appear before his eyes, spilling a torrent of cum onto the paper clutched in his other hand. The leather dude had been joined by the biker as they watched Josh' silent paroxsym of orgasm. The biker then leaned over and began to lick the splattered cum off the window and with a final evil smirk, pressed his sticky lips to the glass surface in an outrageous parody of a kiss to Josh. With a suddeness that caused the dazed Josh to jump, the bus fired up and pulled abruptly away from the curb, a chorus of alleluias rising from the disciples. Josh turned his head away from the window, unable and unwilling to think about what he had just seen. What he had done, however, was much in evidence. He stared down at the sodden wad of paper, a trail of semen blurring the cheap black ink on the flyer but it was still legible enough to make out one fragment of a line: " ..pour out our spirit and await the Second Coming." Josh smiled in his daze. He was in Sodom for fuckin' sure, and he couldn't wait for the second cumming. END OF PART I

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Date: Mon, 19 Mar 2001 22:34:40 EST From: cybercavan@hotmail.com Subject: Morning Cummute This is the second adventure of Liam, hunky hero of Transit Trash. The author loves feedback, suggestions, ideas, etc. Please direct comments to Mick Maxwell at cybercavan@hotmail.com Copyright Mick Maxwell 2001 Morning Cummute- Transit Trash Part II The sunrise was stacked in a checkerboard pattern of hot pink reflections up the slopes of Twin Peaks. Liam stood at the kitchen window, sipping his coffee and taking in the scene. A thin lining of blue-orange winter fog lay poised at the top of the hills lit by the rising sun. Later, as the air warmed, the fog would descend and extinguish those bright squares of light, masking the streets of the Castro in a gray film of moisture, just like a winter day in Dublin. Between his legs slipped a gray wraith of a cat that was loudly demanding breakfast. Absently, he reached down and petted the persistent feline. His thoughts weren't on the cat. Instead, his ever-fertile imagination was visualizing all those men behind the glowing windows, rising naked from their tumbled cum-stained sheets, scratching their heavy balls and stroking their morning hard-ons and... a set of sharp claws dug into his naked ankle, causing him to jump and spill his coffee. "Shite! Goddam ya mangy little nuisance." Hungry feline eyes looked up into angry Irish ones. "Okay, okay. I'll get your fookin' grub. " Liam turned from his erotic contemplation and dished out a large portion of kibble. Liam didn't especially like cats. He had only agreed to pet-sit when his best mate Michael had to return suddenly to Dublin for a family emergency and begged Liam to help out. Normally, Liam would have packed the cat up and taken it over to his own digs in Berkeley but his cousin and landlady Moira was deathly allergic to cats and had imposed a strict embargo on the wee critters. So, Liam agreed to take care of Michael's Castro apartment along with the asthma-inducing furball. His real motive was to be in the thick of glorious Gaydom. Visions of daily orgies and endless man-meat had prompted him to enthusiastically agree to Michael's plea for help. Sweetening the offer was the fact that Michael had left him the membership cards to all his south of Market sex clubs and a week's supply of mind-blowing pot which he had scored from his latest trick, a punk from the Haight . So far, however, it had been a bit of a dud. The long hours Liam had to put in to master the new technology his company had developed, the endless client meetings and his daily bike rides had not left much time or energy for the sex clubs. The pot had left him too numbed to do anything but watch television and wonder at the barrenness of American culture and his few forays into the Castro had been disappointing no-starts. Liam considered himself a typical Irishman - friendly, gregarious, and given to irreverent humor. And though fairly modest, knew that his fresh good looks, humpy body and lilting accent were a draw. None of these attributes, however, had served him well in the frigid atmosphere in the clubs. Oh, there were sexual vibes aplenty, sometimes even a quick feel when he went to take a piss but he liked a little chat along with the exchange of pheromones. When he ventured to crack a joke, y'know, liven things up a bit, all he got were blank stares and cool dismissals. Liam longed for the ribald humor and easy, lively companionship of his Dublin watering holes. At least there, you got credit for a little effort or wit. In San Francisco, the queers looked at you askance if you expressed an opinion or deviated from the lock-step, predictable and frankly boring posturing which seemed to be the norm. Liam was puzzled how anyone ever got laid when they were so uptight and worried about being cool! Well, maybe not all of 'em. Liam smiled as he remembered his steamy encounter on the train to Berkeley two weeks before. (Transit Trash) He had given his number to the hot bike messenger he had fucked but never heard from him. Still, the encounter had provided some needed relief; relief that he could use right now. Deadly sperm buildup, that's what's the matter with me, he thought as he finished the coffee and jumped in the shower. Liam dressed quickly, grabbed his black leather overcoat and shoved his tie in one of its capacious pockets. He hurried through the winter morning to the municipal rail where, as usual, the Castro Street MUNI station was packed with men. Liam had learned from co-workers that the city rail system was notorious for surly drivers, late (or no) train arrivals and third-world crowding. He didn't mind it a bit. It was a treat to see all these gay men, neatly dressed in business attire, assuming the demeanor of good corporate soldiers, checking their electronic calendars and reading the financial rags. And a real hoot, when Liam knew that some of them had been fist fucked the night before or had traipsed about in slinky dresses at the annual charity drag show. The Jeckyl and Hyde quality of the scene was a definite turn on and he amused himself in speculating which of these proper gents had been pissed on by a total stranger in the last 24-hours at the local golden showers ! The downtown train arrived and like overly muscular sheep, the crowd pressed in through the narrow doorway. Holy mother of god, it was more packed then usual! Liam found himself squeezed against a wall, a solid phalanx of bodies all around him. He struggled out of his heavy, hot coat, draped it over his shoulders and inched his way back into a tiny niche at the corner of the train where he could get out of the crush and have the best views of the riders. He sniffed the air, loving the smell of so many men crowded into such a small space. The heat was on as well, which meant that the overcrowded car would begin to take on the ripe odor of a men's locker room, with the melange of pricey colognes clashing with the aphrodisiacal smell of sweat. Liam's cock involuntarily began to swell. He dropped a discreet hand and gave his basket a slow sensuous squeeze, liking the risk of manhandling his huge meat in public. Since his adventure on the trans-bay train, the idea of public sex had become something of an obsession and he was eager to avail himself of any chance opportunity. His dick grew harder at the very thought of sex right here on MUNI! "Transit trash, that's what I am," thought Liam to himself with a rueful laugh. Without really admitting it to himself, Liam relied on his innocent-appearing Irish face, sparkling green eyes, white skin and copper tumble of curls to project a most deceiving image of an adult altar boy lost in the big bad city. Few casual observers would understand that Liam was, first and foremost, a dedicated cock-hound who would go to extreme lengths to satisfy his needs. Need which were, as a result of the sumptuous press of manflesh in the train, growing more acute. >From his vantage point in the corner, he could see only parts of bodies. The curve of a buttock, a span of shoulders, the hint of a muscular thigh. With this many men so tightly packed in, there was a good chance that he might feel a stray hand or butt brush across his dick. Why not give a stranger a thrill by having a rock hard dick to encounter? His cock stiffened obligingly at the thought. The train, as was typical, lurched abruptly into action, sending the whole massed mob violently swaying and cursing. A smaller guy cannoned into Liam. He turned awkwardly and apologetically to the Irishman. Holy shit! Liam sucked in his breath as he looked down into an upturned face the color of new bronze, with liquid black eyes deeply-set behind dense blue-black eyelashes, high meso-American cheekbones and full red lips behind which sparkled the hint of blinding white teeth. The skin-head haircut threw his dramatic features into emphasis and gave him a tough look at wild variance to his startling beauty. His compact torso, now turned as he faced Liam, was leanly-muscled under his tight collarless shirt. Liam's inventory could go no further. The hot boy had a fleece sweatshirt tied around his waist, the dangling sleeves concealing his crotch and the remainder covering what the Irishman fantasized as a tiny, tight butt. His green eyes alight with lustful speculation, Liam smiled broadly at the gorgeous stranger who glanced quickly away, seemingly taken off guard by Liam's candid appraisal. The Irishman sighed. That's the problem with San Francisco: you get too forward and the boys scuttle away like frightened virgins. You act too aloof and you are doomed to hours of acute boredom. And here, in this jam-packed movable feast, why, it was damned silly to play coy, not when you could kiss your neighbor just by puckering your lips! As the train moved again, the kid stretched up to grab the metal passenger grip, the sleeve of his shirt falling back back to reveal sinewy muscle and honey-colored skin. The Irishman's felt his cock begin to lengthen as he imagined licking the closely-pored skin inside the boy's elbow, running his tongue up the sensitive flesh under the taut brown bicep and then roughly lapping at the sweet armpit. Liam's lascivious perusal was interrupted by another unexpected surge of the train. The boy barged into his Liam again, this time roughly enough to cause the sweatshirt to loosen and fall towards the filthy floor of the train. The kid made a rush to grab his garment, bending over sufficiently to give Liam a quick look at his ass. Liam's cock stiffened in a flash. Instead of the neat business slacks or khakis sported by most of the downtown-bound passengers, the boy was wearing skin-tight jeans, whitish- blue with wear. And just below the pockets, two perfect crescents of naked ass cheeks and the top of his muscular legs showed through twin rips in the cloth. Liam chuckled. No wonder the kid was wearing his sweatshirt tied around his waist. The tantalizing rips were an invitation to rape - just enough to provoke a come-on but not enough to warrant a run-in with the cops for indecent exposure. The Irishman wondered where the kid had been the night previously. No self-respecting parents would let their pretty young son out of the house dressed like that. Liam's rampaging imagination saw the kid being cornered by a shadowy older guy, maybe with copper hair; the boy being roughly man-handled and forced to stand against the wall while muscular hands grabbed the worn jeans and with a brutal upwards yank, expose the tender flesh of his ass... Turning once again and interrupting the Irishman's reverie, the kid glanced even more apologetically at Liam for the second collision. This time, there was no smile from the Irishman, just the avid, predatory gaze of the hunter. The younger man swallowed nervously, clearly getting the unspoken signal. With the boy's black eyes still on him, Liam reached inside his leather overcoat, pulled back the jacket of his suit and squeezed his tit through the soft white cotton of his pinstripe business shirt. A red flush mounted over the boy's cheeks. Encouraged, Liam quickly unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt and thrust his hand inside. He worked his sweaty paw further into his shirt and caressed his muscular hairless chest. The boy's eyes followed his every move. Liam whispered, "turn around." Glancing nervously from side to side, the boy turned around, facing front and center away from Liam, quickly re-tying the draping sweatshirt, this time with the bulk of it hanging down over his crotch and the sleeves to his sides. Liam stuck his finger through the belt loop of the kid's jeans and pulled. Almost unnoticeably, the young stud began to back closer into Liam's iron hard crotch. It was the Irishman's turn to glance around. He and his prey were hidden in the sheer crush of bodies; most of the riders faced away from Liam towards the center door as the train inched along its progress towards downtown. Liam opened his long leather overcoat, the black western duster an affectation he maintained despite Michael's taunts that it made him look like a vampire. It was bluidy practical in cool, rainy, and windy San Francisco. Draped as it was over his shoulders, leaving his arms and hands free, the long coat provided ample cover for Liam's next move. Liam dropped his hands to his sides and then slid them to his now-bulging crotch. He stealthily unzipped and with a gentle tug, pulled out his huge hard-on. He stroked the hot white tool lovingly, getting it rock hard. Sliding his hands forward, he connected with the boy's perfect ass, cupping the cheeks and then giving them a quick, mean squeeze. Shite, it was like squeezing bowling balls! The kid obviously cycled or played soccer to get buns like that. He snuck his fingers down to the rips in the jeans and slipped them inside. There wasn't much wriggle room in the overtight fabric so Liam contented himself with inching his fingers towards the kid's crack, delighting in the total risk of his actions. At any minute, someone might spot him. Suddenly, he felt the worn fabric lose its tautness and realized that the kid had undone the button of his jeans. Liam looked around to make sure that a fellow passenger hadn't spotted his motions. Most were trying to avoid getting stomped on or reading their papers. He drew a deep breath and slowly began to pull down the back of the kid's loosened jeans. It wasn't easy to do so. Seemed like the front of the jeans was caught on somethin'. Liam chuckled as he realized it was probably the kid's hard dick. Liam drew a breath. Keeping up normal appearances when his dick was raging and beginning to drool pre-cum was tough. Especially when more and more of the kid's ass was revealed. Perfect hairless globes and with the crack appearing as a deep mocha shadow. Yum. The Irishman faked a cough and covered his mouth with his hand. He quickly spit a good wad onto his fingers and dropped them down to the kid's ass. His motion partially concealed by the voluminous coat, Liam worked his fingers down the sharp cleft of buttocks and under the denim, until he hit the soft moist flesh of the bunghole. Jaisus, it tight and burning hot. Liam gently inserted one wet finger, loving the sudden clenching of the kid's ass. He drove deeper, delighted as the kid's sphincter nearly crushed his finger. With a steady rhythm he began to finger fuck the kid, his other hand kneading the hot ass cheeks. Sweat was pouring off Liam's brow, excitement and nervousness heightened by the increasing heat of the packed train. . He would have given his eternal soul to be able to stick his aching dick up the kid's ass right then and there, but he was a good five inches taller than the boy. Even his concealing coat wouldn't hide the rough thrusting that Liam preferred. Liam inserted another finger in the kid's hole, his dick screaming for entry into that tight brown ass. God, he had to gets his nuts off or he would perish for certain, exploding into flames of lust like the vampire Michael insisted he resembled! His life was saved as he felt a roughened hand grab his cock. In his single-minded pursuit of the boy, Liam had not noticed that the stranger crushed next to him had turned during the last surge of the train in a vain attempt to avoid the butt end of a fellow-passenger's briefcase. The gap in Liam's protective coat had briefly opened as Liam grew more avid and careless in his finger-fucking, thus allowing the man a clear shot of the Irishman's bloated dick and the pumping fingers buried in the boy's ass. Liam cast a startled look at the new player. Five foot seven or thereabouts, probably closer to 50 than 40, the dude was dressed in the white overalls of a painter or plasterer. Over his shoulder was slung a leather bag full of tools that rested on his waist. A checked shirt opened at the top to show a forest of black hair and thin gold chain. His chest bulged beneath the straps of the overall and his biceps stretched the worn cotton workshirt. Liam knew that those muscles came from hard work, not the effects of hours on a Nautilus machine. A faint odor of paint, musk and sweat hung about the stud, causing Liam's dick to jerk inside the tight grip of the stranger's hand. The daddy had thick black hair shot with silver and an enormous black mustache - very butch. Slate blue eyes devoured Liam as the hidden hand began to stroke him, the movements concealed behind the leather coat. The hand felt like sandpaper, rasping Liam's cock harshly. The Irishman stared into the man's immobile face with its olive skin, hawk-like nose, and generous cheekbones. Liam traveled widely for business and had been posted in Riyadh for three months. His aggressive stranger was Saudi, for sure. A blue-eyed Saudi who showed absolutely no evidence of the raw lust that drove his actions. Under the thick mustache, his were finely chiseled and turned up and in on the corners. Lips to kiss and to have wrap around a hard Irish cock. And tell no secrets afterwards. The Arabic "don't ask, don' tell" gay code was familiar to Liam. Seeing the hot workman, his memory went surging back to his stint in the Saudi capital five years ago. It had been his first international assignment and he had been as nervous as a virgin. Having been raised in Catholic Ireland, he had the usual misinformation and prejudices about Islam and the Arab world in general. The five weeks of intensive cultural coaching he received before he had departed had opened his eyes to the complexity, tangled history and immense depths of Arabic culture. Nothing, however, had prepared him for the spectacular beauty of the Arab men. At 22, Liam still looked like a kid. His thick white skin, green eyes and copper colored hair were noticeably exotic amidst the darker Arabs and his muscular physique retained the suppleness of youth. Only in later years had the weight training and intensive biking given brute mass to his body. Aware of his sexuality but absolutely paranoid about making any career mistakes on his first big job, Liam had forsworn any gay activities until he returned to Dublin. He had also heard from his mates that gay sex in Saudi Arabia was punishable by whipping and in extreme cases, by death. Which, he conceded, was a pretty high price to pay for an orgasm, despite his growing desire to see what was under the robes of those gorgeous brown men. Islamic puritanism aside, it was pretty clear that some Arab men, at least, liked boys and with his unusual coloring and youthfulness, Liam was a fair target. More than once, he had ducked obvious come-ons by rich Arabs cruising in their Mercedes along the commercial strip in Riyadh. And he noticed that the young male prostitutes who hung around discreetly around the big hotels and shopping centers seemed to do a thriving trade, one that Liam had semi-seriously considered adopting as his horniness grew with his enforced abstinence. Many a night Liam lay in his bed, feverishly beating his big Irish meat, fantasizing about the handsome Arabic workman he had sat next to in a cafe, the stud's legs spread wide and showing a huge basket in his tight jeans while Liam tried not to stare. Or the breathtaking young shop clerk whose thin linen shirt showed dark erect nipples on a firm chest and who had "accidentally" let his hand slip across Liam's crotch as the Irishman tried on a pair of sandals. When Arabic men smiled those blinding white smiles, it seemed to go right to his nuts and more than once, he had scurried away from an everyday encounter, fearing that his hard-on would be all too noticeable to the especially observant Arabs. After two months of this torture, his chance had come unexpectedly. The senior leaders of the project had gone on a site inspection, leaving Liam in Riyadh to catch up on overdue paperwork. As was typical in the shoddily-built office buildings in the capital, the air conditioning had inexplicably gone off hours earlier. Liam had stripped down to his boxer and shut off all lights but the working lamps over the desk and tilted drafting table in a vain attempt to feel cooler. He was still sweating like a horse at 10:00 at night. Desperately craving a pint of Guinness and a thick ham sandwich, both of which were forbidden by his culturally-sensitive employer, Liam cursed his sorry lot. But, there was hope. Three more weeks and it was back to dear dirty old Dublin. He intended on spending his week of vacation on return in doing nuthin' but seeing his friends, drinking his favorite whiskey in the local bar - and fuckin' sweet Irish ass, preferably some skinhead with an attitude. His daydream was interrupted by a knock on the door. This was unusual. Security was tight in his company, as Europeans were not exactly popular. He was surprised that the guard hadn't called him from the lobby if there was a visitor. Liam moved to the closed door and asked for the visitor's name in halting Arabic. It was Hassim, one of the senior members of the Saudi design team. Opening the door and greeting the older man respectfully, Liam asked of what service he could be. Apparently, some important documents had been left behind and Hassim needed to locate and fax them to the site. He had remained in town to attend the graduation of his nephew. The celebration had concluded earlier and Hassim wanted to fax the papers before returning home. The Arab concluded by apologizing to the young Irishman for disturbing him. Liam listened to the explanation with polite perplexity. He knew the project as well as anyone and could have easily faxed off the paperwork. The wordy apology puzzled him as well. It was hardly his place, the junior member of the team, an office boy really, to be provided explanations by someone as highly-placed as Hassim. "It is hot in here, no?" Hassim said, his eyes slowly moving over the tight muscles of Liam's hairless chest and then returning to the boy's reddening face. Liam was suddenly very aware of his half-naked state and groaned internally. Here he was, damn near starkers, beginning to sport a woody as he contemplated his upcoming spree in Dublin and who should walk in but one of the big guys himself, reportedly a very devout Muslim, to boot! "Er..yes, sir. I apologize for my appearance but..." Liam stammered to a halt. Hassim had ceased looking at Liam's face and had let his thickly lashed eyes drop to the white boxers. Liam was not exactly cock-proud but he was very well-hung for an Irishman. The problem was that he was extremely trigger-happy, too. It didn't take much to get him hard and Hassim's continued stare was beginning to have unfortunate results. Liam quickly turned and retreated strategically behind the drafting table, affording Hassim a view of his beautifully developed back and small, soft ass barely covered by the tight boxers. The Irishman rustled nervously through the papers precariously stacked on the tilted surface of the table, using the moment to chide his dick into submission. It didn't work. When he looked up, Hassim was still staring at him. Liam couldn't help noticing how handsome the guy was, if you liked really tall guys with big features, flashing brown eyes barely visible behind those stupendous lashes, thick curly black hair and mustache. Liam did - a lot. Under the expensive business suit, Hassim had a pretty impressive body, too. Muscular neck and shoulders, big biceps straining the Italian silk, massive chest and just the beginning of a gut - stomach still solid but showing the signs of good eating. Liam dropped his eyes to the table again and kept them there, telling himself to get a fuckin' grip. His meat, instead of shrinking to peanut size given his potential jeopardy, was growing by the second. Luckily, the high drafting table concealed his erection. "Perhaps you will let me help you find the papers? But first, perhaps, I will take off my coat. It is indeed very warm in here." Liam cleared his throat nervously. "Of course.. please...of course." His eyes quite blind with horniness, Liam had no idea what he was looking at. Hassim removed his jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his hand-made shirt. Liam glanced up involuntarily at the Arab. Hairy forearms and big hands - really big hands. Hassim moved silently around the table, standing to the side and back of Liam in the partially lit room. The boy could smell the sweet spice of some Arab cologne, overlaid with a hint of hot skin. He continued his futile search and almost screamed when Hassim laid a hand on his shoulder. "You seem upset, Liam. I hope nothing is wrong? Or is it just the heat? Liam stammered out a disjointed reply. Hassim said smoothly, "Many of you Irish find the heat unsupportable here in Riyadh. While I have never been to your beautiful country, I understand that it quite cool and wet. That would account, of course, for your susceptibility to the temperature...and the unusual whiteness of your skin." Liam's meat surged against the straining cotton boxers at the mention of the word 'skin' which was said in a soft, low voice, quite unlike the clipped Oxonian accent that Hassim normally used when speaking English. The hairy hand remained on Liam's shoulder as he struggled for an answer. "Well, yes, Ireland is not much for the sun...quite cool as you state, and the waters are really too cold for swimming.." Liam bit his lips, aghast at his inanity. Hassim must think him a total idiot. "So you like to swim? Have you visited any of the beaches in Jiddah?" asked Hassim, referring to a popular resort on the Red Sea. "I haven't really had a chance to see much of your country, what with the project and all.. and I have to be very careful in the sun, being so pale." "So.. pale, yes. And hair the color of a winter sunset - very unusual," murmured Hassim. Hassim slid his huge hand down Liam's spine, causing the boy to shudder with excitement. The Arab continued his gentle exploration of Liam's back, in an almost casual manner but with enough purpose to set off Liam's internal alarms. Something was going on! Liam was frantic with horniness but had no idea whether casual petting was just part of the "let's be pals" behavior in this very physically friendly country or not. A part of Liam's distracted mind regretted the inbred Irish taboos about casual physical contact between men. In Dublin, any touch by another man was usually a come-on or a prelude to a fistfight! Here, where straight men walked hand in hand and kissed each other routinely, he felt totally at a loss. Hassim's gentle voice continued. "And that color of hair. Is it the same everywhere?" Liam swallowed. Was Hassim giving him a cue or was his comment just an example of the cultural naivete that sometimes you got dealing with non-Europeans? Liam's hair had been the lure for many of his conquests. Truly a bright copper color, it avoided the carrot or auburn tones that so many Celts possessed. Being thick, curly and unruly, his silken mop was the envy of many women and the bane of his barber's existence. It did set off his green eyes and magnolia white skin. Only his nose, broken twice in fights and slightly askew as a consequence had saved his face from overprettiness. "Um.er..well..it's pretty much the same everywhere..where I have it, ,,hair..I mean," stammered Liam. "Ah. I have embarrassed you. Please forgive my unacceptable curiousity. It is a personal matter, I understand." Hassim explained in a conversational tone, "We Arabs are pretty much the same, you know - dark and hairy - everywhere." Hassim's hand had dropped to the waistband of Liam's shorts. He causally inserted a thumb in the elastic and ran his nail across the small of the Irish boy's back. Liam gripped the edge of the table, afraid that he would faint. His lust, the heat and the proximity of Hassim's hand to his ass were making him dizzy. What the shite was going on? Liam felt that he had to regain control of the situation or totally lose it and shoot his load right there. Reviewing the mess he had made of papers on the drafting table and focusing his glazed eyes, he spotted the document that Hassim allegedly had come to retrieve. It was perched on the edge of the tilted table. Liam grabbed for it and in doing so, accidentally knocked another stack over, sending a cascade of reports and invoices flying. Liam quickly bent to retrieve the papers, humiliated at his clumsiness but glad of the action - any action, that would break this spell he was under. Apologizing to the silent Hassim who had stepped politely back, Liam scrambled on all fours to gather up the papers, crouching awkwardly to conceal his erection. Clutching them in his hand, he noticed a final paper - under Hassim's pricey leather loafer. Glancing up apologetically and about to ask the hot Arab to please lift his foot, Liam froze, his jaw dropping. Hassim had a hard-on - a huge hard on. No amount of expensive tailoring could conceal the massive shape of the Arab's meat that crowded down the side of his pants leg. The work light from the drafting table cast a clear ten-inch shadow. And this vision was less than a foot from Liam's suddenly open mouth. Liam glanced down again, his face so red he felt like he had been scalded. Whatever the Arab had in mind, he would have to initiate it. No way in hell was Liam going to assume that Hassim's hard-on meant it was intended for Liam. For all he knew, Hassim always got a hard on late at night or in this kind of heat. Hassim spoke. " Ah, clumsy of me to be standing on the paper. I do apologize." Pulling the leg of his slacks up, he gracefully stepped up and off the paper. Liam could not help but notice the thick black hair on Hassim's exposed ankle, even through the thin silk socks he wore. The Irish boy decided that he would risk a tentative move. " No problem at all. Thank you. I..er..notice that you were right about your hair being everywhere, " pointing boldly to Hassim's ankle. "Must be a bit of a nuisance when it gets muggy." The Arab glanced down and shrugged. "Yes, it is quite a trial to be so hirsute in this climate. It gets quite..,wet with the slightest exertion." "Well, 'tis a good thing you are in management, then," joked Liam, wondering if he had gone too far by teasing the Arab. Him and his big Irish mouth! "Oh, I don't mind getting..wet, as long as the exertion is worth it," said Hassim, ignoring Liam's impertinent quip. "And what kind of ..exertion do you enjoy, sir?" Liam asked, scarcely believing that he was being so ballsy. For fuck's sake, he sounded some coy two-bit whore in a Victorian musical. And definitely wanted to act like one! His erection had roared to an all-time hardness. Luckily, he was still crouched at Hassim's feet and could hold the papers at his crotch for concealment. Hassim dropped his hand onto Liam's hair and began to stroke his curls. He then ran his huge hand across Liam's cheek and positioned it gently at the back of his head. With his other hand, he slowly unzipped his straining crotch. "I believe that you perceive the exertion I enjoy." Liam looked up, flabbergasted at the turn of events, his head reeling with excitement and fear. Was this some sort of set-up, with this unbelievably hot stud actually an undercover cop for some fag-shooting fundamentalist Muslim group? Had the heat gone to his dizzy Irish head and he was hallucinating? Licking his lips, Liam stuttered, "I...am afraid... I don't quite..er..understand.." He ground to a halt as Hassim finished unzipping his pants. A blast of male heat came from the open fly. "Don't be afraid, Liam. And there is nothing wrong with either of our understanding. But perhaps I should make myself quite clear." Hassim's huge hand deftly reached and clenched the hunk of cock. With a bit of a tussle, he freed it from the confines of his trousers and drew it out, inch by turgid inch. It was huge. It was thick. It was cut. It was the most beautiful dick Liam had ever seen. The Irishman began to salivate. Whatever this madness meant for his career, even if he ended up in front of some mullah's firing squad, he was going to suck that dick! Hassim apparently had the same idea. He gently forced Liam's head forward towards the cock, his hand caressing the boy's neck. The Irishman stuck out his tongue and gently washed the huge dark head of Hassim's dick, the taste of hot man-meat, of sweat and piss filling his deprived senses like the rarest Arabian perfume. Over and over, he lavished his hot tongue around the corona and tickled the piss hole, delighting as the massive shaft grew longer and more rigid. Hassim began to stoke Liam's long white throat with his hand, fingering the muscles of his neck. Liam got the idea - quit messin' about with foreplay and "exert" himself. Liam opened wide and said aah. Hassim, hitherto quite the gent in his approach, grabbed Liam's head andthrust his hips forward, sinking half his cock down the boy's gullet in a rude thrust. Liam gagged, suddenly afraid that he would choke on the horse size dick. His distress communicated itself to Hassim who partially withdrew and allowed Liam to swallow and breathe. But not for long. The Arab's dick, nicely lubricated by the Irishman's saliva, thrust again. This time Liam was prepared and using his well-toned throat muscles, accepted the cock with grace if not dignity. It was hard to be dignified when you felt and acted like a rutting pig gobbling down a corn cob - grunts and all. Liam's loss of dignity apparently didn't faze Hassim who began to hiss at Liam in Arabic. Not sure whether he was being called Eurotrash slut or a little flower of paradise, Liam glanced up at Hassim, trying to read the stoic face partially concealed in the room's half-light. No clue there. Liam gave a mental shrug and applied himself to sucking the cock of his dreams. Hasssim fucked the boy's mouth with silent savagery, his thighs bulging and straining with each thrust. Liam was lost in a timeless euphoria of lust, not noticing his aching jaws or the sweat which poured down his back and from his pits, soaking his boxers and sprinkling the carpet. All he knew was this was the cock he had waited for all his life and that he was willing to do anything, anything at all, for this daemon-dick out of the Arabian night. Hassim pulled his cock out of Liam's mouth suddenly, leaving the boy feeling bereft. Grabbing the waist of his pants, the Arab lowered his trousers, exposing the beautifully muscled legs of a soccer player - legs so densely covered with silky black hair that the stud appeared to be half-beast - a Muslim minotaur with big drooping balls which hung four inches below the rigid cock. Liam groaned at the sight and ran his trembling hands up the huge calves and truly thunderous thighs, luxuriating in the feel of the hard muscles, now slick with sweat from Hassim's "exertions." The Irishman leaned forward and began to lap at the hot skin wet, roughly licking the inside of the man's thighs and daring a soft nibble as he approached those amazing nuts. Hassim suddenly grabbed his the top of his sac and clenched it. The apricot-sized nuts ballooned up within the taut skin. Liam began his lingual assault, lapping with fury. The abundant hair chafed his tongue but Liam continued his efforts, darting his tongue over and around the swollen 'nads until they were glistening with spit. Liam liked his sex rough and to be the top, but this Arab was one big fellow. And it seemed clear that Hassim saw Liam as the passive partner. If Liam decided to reverse the roles, he didn't know whether he would end up regretting it. He pulled away, debating the point, almost unable to restrain himself from sinking his teeth into those big juicy balls. Hassim ended Liam's speculation by flipping the constricted balls hard against Liam's mouth and cheek - hard - again and again. The Arab then released his nuts and grabbed his cock. This weapon was more formidable as he began to beat the Irishman's face with it, apparently oblivious to the pain it caused himself or Liam, who felt like he was being struck with a rubber truncheon. When he began to duck away from the blows, Hassim seized his hair and hissed again in Arabic. Liam closed his eyes and hoped that the Arab wouldn't break his nose. Yeh, it hurt, but by Allah, it was a pain that caused Liam's dick to surge and begin dribbling pre-cum. The blowc stopped and Liam opened his eyes. Hassim was stripping off his shirt that was now sodden with sweat. The Arab had retained the body of a powerful athlete even though his stomach had begun to soften. To Liam, the combination of massive hairy pecs and ripe belly was extremely sexy. Especially when below the thickening waistline, the fist size dick head and rigid shaft rose like surfacing submarine. Liam's cock was now strangling inside the tight boxers. As he watched the Arab strip, he reached down and freed his throbbing dick. It sprang into his hand like an eager oversized puppy begging for a treat. As Hassim unbuckled his trousers and stepped out his pants, Liam began to stroke his erection, relishing the sheer physicality of the Arab who radiated raw sexual energy, uncomplicated and direct. Hassim finished his disrobing and stood, totally nude and unselfconscious, contemplating Liam. He looked like an exotic god in the darkened room, the desk lamp casting shadows that hooded his eyes and emphasized the curved muscles of his biceps, chest and thighs. "Stand up." Liam eagerly complied; glad to ease his cramped muscles and eager to show off his huge dick which, compared to the gargantuan meat Hassim sported, was more modest but was nonetheless a minor masterpiece. Hassim moved forward into the circle of light in which Liam stood. "Shorts - off," Hassim barked. Gone like snow on the desert was the urbane professional Liam had known before. What towered before him was a master - uncompromising and in total control. Liam hastened out of his shorts, barely able to pull them over his rampaging cock. He tossed them on the floor and stood nervously awaiting the Arab's next move. Hassim slowly circled Liam, barely inches from him. It was like being stalked by a carnivore, a mick-eating lion of the desert. The Arab stopped behind Liam. Waves of goosebumps coursed up and down the boy's back and ass. Liam could feel the heat radiating from Hassim who had made no move but just stood there. Liam imagined those feral eyes burning holes in his white skin as they traveled down to his hairless ass. Try as he could, Liam could never get his butt to develop the same muscular appearance as the rest of his body. There wasn't an ounce of flab in his glutes, but despite the hours of running, cycling and fucking, he still had the bum of a ten-year old boy, mortifying to a stud who prided himself on his aggressive masculinity. Few would have agreed that the softness was a defect. Men had lost their minds over that ass and experienced no sweeter joy than sticking their face and tongue between those silken cheeks. Hassim stared mesmerized at the boy's butt. The European was definitely older than the boys Hassim normally enjoyed but ever since he had been introduced to the young Irishman, the Arab had longed for him. He had learned that Liam would be remaining in the capital during the team's absence and had planned accordingly. Knowing of the boy's ambition and zeal, he guessed that he would be in the office that night. Hassim had not anticipated that the boy would be half-naked, however. Whatever reserve he might have felt about seducing him right there in the office vanished at the first sight of the white hairless chest and tight undershorts. And truly, that radiant gold-copper hair acted upon him like an aphrodisiac. And now, the boy stood before him - his for the taking. And take him, he would. Hassim cupped the perfect cheeks with his huge hands. Very gently he began to squeeze them, marveling at their elasticity but aware of the muscle under the suppleness. The boy groaned softly, causing Hassim's dick to burgeon. The Arab's hands ached to clench them roughly, to spank the boy as he had done so frequently with the young prostitutes he picked up. But, he could not bear to mar that white, white skin. This did not mean, however, that he was not prepared to fuck the boy. But first, he required assistance. Hassim grabbed Liam's shoulders, turned him around and forced him to his knees. "Spit into my hand." Liam complied. Hassim began to stroke the rigid mass of his cock. Eager to help, the boy began to lick the engorged hairy shaft, being sure to leave plenty of saliva to lubricate the ten-inch monster. He lavished his tongue over and between the Arab's fingers, his mouth watering with pure pleasure, soaking the hairy hand as Hassim continued his preparations. The Irishman paused and spit onto his own fingers. Bracing himself against Hassim's massively muscled leg with one hand, Liam quickly greased up his tight Irish asshole with the other. There was no way he was going to take that enormous hose without being ready. Liam was almost always a top; the rare occasions where he got fucked remained as painful memories. And this one promised to be the mother of all memorable fucks. Hassim, noticing Liam's furtive movement grabbed the boy's tits and forced him to stand. Swallowing his cry, Liam launched to his feet, his inadequately prepared asshole quivering with trepidation. The Arab grabbed the back of Liam's neck and marched him to the drafting table. He swept his arm violently across the tabletop, scattering documents everywhere. "Stand on the stool, "commanded Hassim, referring to a small footstool the draftsman used to ease their legs during long hours of standing. The Irishman stepped up, feeling like a Celtic prisoner in an ancient middle-eastern slave market, about to be auctioned off to some boy-fucking desert sheik. His dick throbbed at the fantasy "Bend over and grab the edge of the table." Liam promptly bent over, the drafting lamp making his skin blinding white. Heat radiated from the high intensity bulb, causing him to break out into a heavy sweat that gathered quickly on his flawless white skin. Using both hands, Hassim slid the pooled sweat off the boy's lower back down over his butt and into the hairless crack. He forced the sides of both hands into the cleft and began to separate the soft globes, eagerly seeking Liam's bunghole. There it was, pink, hairless and very tight. Hassim spat directly at the hole, his aim uncannily accurate. He placed the enormous head of his dick against the impossibly tiny hole and pushed. Liam screamed. He couldn't help it. Never had he felt pain like this, even after the fight during which he broke his nose a second time and that had resulted in a three-day coma. Hassim clapped his huge paw over the boy's mouth, stifling his further cries. Truly, the boy was tight; Hassim would have thought Liam a virgin had he not been such an expert in sucking dick. No matter, the Arab intended on opening up that little door of pleasure and spilling his seed. He pushed further, delighting in the boy's frantic writhing; his back muscles bunching and quivering under the white-hot light. Liam wanted to die. What had seemed like the erotic adventure of the century had turned into pure torture. It seemed impossible that his ass could take the punishment without serious internal damage. "Relax, relax, " he intoned mentally, hoping that the pain would lessen or Hassim would fuckin' ease up. The Arab did him one better. He stuck his hand between Liam's spread legs and seized the Irishman's cock, which had shriveled with the first onset of pain. Hassim grabbed a rubber band off the table and twisted it several times around the base of the boy's dick and balls. He slid his spit-dripping hand down the length of the Irishman's cock and pinched the dick head. The result was miraculous. Liam's dick inflated within seconds and the pain in his ass was replaced with rampaging pleasure in his cock. The Arab began beating Liam's sweaty cock and gently squeezed the ballooning gonads, his large hot hands expert and unerring. Liam's hole relaxed in response. Hassim smiled. Now, he would ride the boy more softly, slipping into a cadence that would pleasure them both. He drew his dick almost all the way out, spat again and eased it in, all the while slowly stropping the Irishman's impressive meat. With his other hand, he reached up and lightly stroked the boy's firm chest muscles, tickling the nipples with his hairy knuckles. Liam groaned again, this time with pleasure. Outside, the traffic had ceased. Only the soft grunts and liquid sound of Hassim's giant dick easing in and out of Liam's hole could be heard. The room grew rank with the smell of hot sweaty flesh. Hassim leaned the hairy bulk of his belly onto Liam's back. The Irishman loved the feel of so much man on top of him, the sweat pouring off the Arab's massive pecs, the heavy breathing that seemed to singe the back of his neck. Liam reached around and clenched one bucking haunch, awed at the power of the butt muscles as they thrust the mammoth meat again and again into his hole. Hassim shifted his hand from Liam's chest to his neck and forced the boy's head to the surface of the table, his fucking picking up speed as he grew closer to cuming. Never had the Arab felt this kind of sexual pleasure, almost religious in intensity. Accustomed to the tepid sexual responses of his dutiful wife and the professional ministrations of the male prostitutes, this wild boy from the cold north took him to a place beyond his experience. Hassim began to hiss as he felt his release imminent. Liam clamped his raw anal muscles down on the exploding cock just at the moment of orgasm, wrenching a cry from the Arab who continued his devastating hand job. At the same time, Liam shot stream after stream of cum all over Hassim's hand, the table and the floor. Liam collapsed onto the table, Hassim's bulk trapping his heaving chest. The Arab then gently kissed the boy's sweaty shoulders. For some reason, that totally unexpected gesture brought tears to Liam's eyes, so complete was his pleasure. He unclenched his hands from the edge of the table and dropped his head onto his crossed arms, exhausted. With careful tenderness, Hassim withdrew his still rigid dick from Liam who heaved an involuntary sigh of relief. The Arab backed away, his eyes fixed on the halo of sunburst hair burning brightly under the light, the taut white shoulders now relaxed and the perfect ass splattered with cum. Hassim stood in the half-darkness, his heavy cock dripping and sweat running in rivulets down his chest and belly. How he wanted to taste the boy's cock, to kiss those mischievous lips and ravage that white throat. But, that was not manly. He permitted himself to only fuck and handle young men, no oral contact with their cocks or lips. Regrettable, but still the rules. As the Irishman pulled himself upright and turned shyly to face Hassim, the Arab's resolve almost weakened. Those green eyes, those bruised lips, that white skin.... His speculations were shattered by the shriek of the phone. Liam scrambled to grab the handset. It was the project manager from the site. Liam turned away from the Arab and tried to sound coherent - not an easy task. His ass burned and his cock ached. His head was still spinning from his earlier "exertions." Luckily, he managed to respond appropriately. A movement caught his eye. Hassim had collected his clothes and was slowly beginning to dress. The Arab had his back to Liam and the Irishman's cock began to rise again as he took in the breadth of hairy shoulders and wide span of back, the meaty, muscular ass and beautiful legs. And dangling between the spread legs, the still enormous cock and pendulous balls. Jaisus, what a stud!! What a fuck. What a night to remember - Liam's Arabian Night. /////// The train lurched forward again and the present crowded back in on Liam. Another city, another Saudi. Maybe not a Hassim, but one hot fucker nonetheless. He couldn't stand it any longer - he wanted that Arab meat. Continuing his finger-fucking the kid with one hand, Liam tentatively moved his other hand towards the hot older man's crotch. The guy shifted his shoulder bag forward, effectively blocking the view of any casual observer. In the tight free space between the men, Liam grabbed at the bunched white overalls. The painter obligingly unzipped and Liam reached in and grabbed an uncut dick, still soft and flabby but with enough heft in it to make Liam drool. He jerked the cock a bit, admiring the weight of it, which grew as he stroked it. The Irishman eagerly grabbed into the open fly again and then stopped. Filling his fingers were the largest fuckin' nuts he had ever felt. It was as if two ostrich eggs lay in his hand, and flopped over them the massive stump of hard dick, now fully erect. The weight alone made his wrist ache and his mouth water. The head of the stranger's cock was glossy red and shiny with pre-cum. The shaft of the cock was of average length but immensely wide, with huge dark veins crawling up the side. Liam's hand could not begin to fully circle the man's meat. The hot older guy dropped his hand off Liam's dick and quickly drew an opened condom from his pocket. With some difficulty, he sheathed his mammoth meat as Liam watched with fascination and amazement at the guy's deft movements - he must get a lot of practice. The stud grabbed his cock and balls with both hands, staring at Liam. Liam looked into the Arab's face and involuntarily whimpered, dying to lick those lush immobile lips and strafe that brown muscular neck with his teeth. It wasn't fuckin' fair! First the hot boy and now this incredible workman. And he could neither fuck the one not suck t'other - even he wasn't bold enough to do the nasty in broad daylight on a crowded train. Then there was his own dick, engorged and now thrusting against the boy's low back, as if it were knocking on a door asking, pleading for entry. What was a poor, horny mick to do? The kid, perhaps wondering about Liam's sudden inattention, craned his head over his shoulder and saw the blue eyes of the workman mere inches from his own. Startled, he shifted slightly and glanced down, taking in the huge plug of latexed dick and stupendous balls. The expressive black eyes fairly blazed as the workman mouthed "fuck you" silently to the boy. Glancing at the freely sweating and inwardly cursing Liam, the boy smiled. The Irishman suddenly knew that the "sweet young thing "of his imagining was just as sexually practiced and horny as himself. And that he, who had initiated this outrageous adventure, would not be the recipient of the boy's charms. Turning counterclockwise, his sweatshirt still covering his lowered jeans, the boy positioned his ass directly in front of the workman. He grabbed the edge of Liam's oversized coat and turned the bemused Irishman in toward him. Grabbing Liam's dick, he began to pump it softly, then slid his hand towards the Irishman's nuts. He squeezed them as tightly as Liam had squeezed the boy's much harder cheeks. Liam swallowed a gasp of pain as the kid continued the relentless pressure. Liam's cock soared as the pain traveled through his scrotum and into his prostate. He felt like dropping to his knees and begging for mercy, for more, or for both. The kid eased up for a second and then reapplied his grip. Again and again, he worked Liam's nuts until the Irishman thought he would explode in an eruption of cum. With a coy shake of his ass, the kid then backed up into the workman's crotch, signaling his intentions. Both were much the same height and the slight upward tilt to the man's dick meant the boy was in for a helluva fucking. The workman eased forward, his pelvis concealed by the workbag. He bent his knees slightly and with a strategic thrust, lay his fat dick between the kid's cheeks. Sliding it along the sweat soaked crack, he rubbed back and forth until he was rock hard. And then, as roughly as the kid had mauled Liam's nuts, the workman entered the boy. Liam watched the boy's eyes widen in pain. Liam smiled, enjoying the boy's inability to react verbally when it was clear he would like to scream. The boy responded by roughly grabbing Liam's dick with both hands and began full-length stroking, the coat providing a shield to the overt sexual activity. One callused hand gripped the boy's waist roughly as the workman pulled him further onto his dick. His other hand fumbled under the kid's sweatshirt and then grabbed at the hidden throbbing dick. Not very large but with a big head and perfect round shaved nuts, the kid's dick was slick with sweat, allowing it to be beaten with ease. Liam was close to coming; His dick was consumed with heat from the boy's strokes. His whole body shook with the arousal. The Irishman looked first into the glazed black eyes of the young beauty, who was now off in a world between agony and rapture and then over his shoulder, into the intense blue eyes of the workman whose unchanging face belied the furious thrusts of his concealed cock. Three things happened simultaneously. The train slammed to a teeth-chattering halt, the workman's dick plunged mightily forward into the boy's asshole and Liam began to spray his cum all over the boy's fingers as well as the inside of his fancy leather coat. Both of the workman's hands now cruelly grasped the boy's waist as he heaved his dick inside the tight hole and spilled his sperm. No groan or heavy breathing - just a slight tightening of his face which washed away in an instant. And the boy, with the labor-hardened hand of the painter having worked its magic, shot his wad inside the sweatshirt covering his crotch. His orgasm was just as silent but he tossed his head back, sweat dampening the back of his neck, almost causing Liam to lean forward and lick it The air surrounding the trio became rich with the smell of jism, unnoticeable to most of the riders. A few, however, like hounds tracing a faint scent, raised their heads from their newspapers, sniffed and then wondered if they were just reliving last night's glory or something hot and unseen was going on. Eyes caught each other and eyebrows lifted in inquiry but no one said a word. The Arab, with the same immobility of feature, grabbed a paint rag from his back pocket. Sliding his still hard dick out of the boy's ass, he pulled off the condom with its the weighty load of cum and furtively wiped off his dick. He quickly pulled up the boy's jeans over the bruised leaking asshole and stuffed his giant meat back in his pants. The painter then shoved the rag and condom in his workbag and turned aside, staring off into space as if he was just another bored passenger waiting patiently for the train to arrive at this stop. The boy, less discreet, lifted his cum-stained hand and began to lick as daintily as Michael's cat groomed its paws after a meal. Liam stared in amazement as the boy slid him a sly grin, sucking his fingers one by one. Finishing his chore, the boy buttoned up his jeans and retied his sweatshirt in the original position, his abused ass now covered. Liam was a wreck, knees shaking with the fury of his orgasm, his coat a sticky mess and sweat soaking his shirt. He leaned back against the wall, catching his breath. The train hurtled forward again, passengers swaying and grabbing for the railings. Taking advantage of a break in the wall of bodies, the boy slipped between two larger passengers and disappeared. The Arab had completely turned his back on Liam. The Irishman swabbed himself and his coat down as discreetly as he could. As the train pulled into the first station, the crush lessened. The Arab disembarked without a backward glance. With an adroit movement, Liam thrust his arms into his coat and rapidly buttoned it, hoping to hide the cum-splattered pants and his still-hard dick. As the train pulled into his stop, Liam stuck his hands in his coat to grab his train pass and stopped. Instead of the pass, he pulled out a sticky business card that had not been there when he left home. Liam sniffed the card, the smell of cum filling his nostrils. It read "Arabian Knight Painters - We Do it Right the First Time, Every Time." Liam smiled at the pun. Another city, another Saudi. Definitely another Arabian Knight to remember. THE END Liam's adventures continue in Moving Violations, Transit Trash III. (c) Mick Maxwell, 2001

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Date: Sat, 10 Feb 2001 19:55:18 EST From: cybercavan@hotmail.com Subject: Transit Trash The author is always looking for new ideas for stories and invites readers to send comments, feedback, etc. to cybercavan@hotmail.com. Transit Trash Liam looked at his watch in disgust. It was 11:15 PM and the train was still somewhere buried under the streets of San Francisco inching its way to the station where he stood, impatient, tired and more than a little drunk. Ever since he had come over from Ireland, his life had been a whirlwind of business meetings, training sessions, pressing the flesh (not the flesh he wanted to press, mind you) and then, at the end of his 12-hour workday, the long trip under the Bay to the suburb where he was house-sitting for his globetrotting cousin Moira. More than once had he cursed his idea to help his cuz out and save his company some bucks by locating himself in the wilds of Berkeley rather than accepting the tiny but convenient corporate suite in downtown San Francisco. Especially on the nights when he went out with clients to a local brewjoint and quaffed a bit too much. Americans, he smirked woozily. Just because you were Irish, they thought you would like and could consume endless quantities of badly-brewed swill that passed for beer or reverently sip the overpriced California Merlot and Chardonnay, expecting you to be dazzled by the high price and the fancy appellation. Bullocks! Gimme a sweet smoky Irish whiskey anyday. And give me any sweet smoky Dublin boy with a two day beard growth, do-it-yourself tattoos and BO than these muscle-bound, Prada-clad prima donnas with their BMW's, south of Market lofts and vanilla sex, he thought drunkenly. The only "BO" they knew was their bluidly Bang and Olufsen stereo systems! Having reached the belligerent stage of his inebriation, Liam blurrily looked around on the platform for someone to dispute his silent comments. A quiet, defeated-looking woman sat hunched over book, probably a Bible. An over-energized businessman was futilely trying to make his pricey cell phone work 50 feet below street level. One of the city's ubiquitous bike messengers was hoisting his bike through the turnstile. But, there now. In the corner stood a very large black guy in a transit cop's uniform absently fondling what appeared to be a very large basket. Liam brightened up and forgot his grievances. Black men fascinated him. Having grown up in a country of white-white men, the first sight of ebony flesh in a porno flick in New York had totally undone him. No freckles! No flaming red patch of pubic hair or washed-out blue eyes. Instead, masses of muscle in the neck, shoulders and chest - mocha skin tones and kinky black hair and lips to chew on for days. And the cocks - was it possible or was the miracle of computer-enhancements now being used in cut-rate porno? A friend assured him that what he saw was what he could indeed get and further advised that a guy as white bread as Liam would be fresh meat for any black guy on the prowl. Liam didn't get it. He never thought of himself as attractive - unruly copper hair, green eyes, nice lips but nothing special. True, he was amply-endowed for an Irishman but his milk-white skin and baby tender ass was mortification. Despite the hours at the gym to develop those buns of bronze promised in the adverts, he still had a soft white bum that was the object (had he known) of many lustful thoughts of his gym mates. He was equally oblivious to the incredibly seductive flash when he smiled and dimples that would have any Hollywood plastic surgeon running for his knife, probably to slit his wrists in envy. A whoosh of air and scattering of trash on the tracks announced the imminent arrival of the train and jerked Liam's thoughts above his waist. He edged towards the back of the platform and prayed that the black cop would enter the last train with him. No such luck. As the aluminum length of the train finally eased into the station, Liam noted with chagrin that the noir stud had loped into the second to last car. The last car was empty of passengers and Liam stepped aboard. As he tumbled into the last seat, resigned to another tedious forty-minute ride, two muscular arms forced the closing doors open and the wheel of a bicycle pushed through accompanied by a volley of curses. The rest of the pissed biker followed as the train began to move forward. Six feet of lean white meat swung the bike around and against the wall. Liam swallowed suddenly. Blond hair buzzed cut, cheekbones sharp enough to slice cheese, full lips now compressed in anger and stubble covering the kind of square jaw and cleft chin you saw in Army recruiting ads. A long column of muscular neck with rivulets of sweat staining the top of his oversized sleeveless T-shirt. A bike messenger's bag was slung across his broad chest, bisecting his pecs and forcing his T-shirt to one side. A single hard nipple peeked out, sweat slowly dripping off the gold tit ring. You could smell the sweat from ten feet away, mixed with the fainter smell of pot and bicycle grease. Liam's cock leapt within his pants in a single surge that left him giddy. The biker hastily dragged off his messenger bag and in doing so, pulled his shirt up over the hairless smoothly muscled stomach. Still standing, he flung the bag down on the seat and pulled at the waist of his lycra bike shorts. Liam held his breath. With no apparent self-consciousness, the stud reached inside the shorts and rearranged his cock and balls. His hand lingered as he pushed his meat into a more comfortable position to one side. He then rolled down the waistband of his shorts until the tops of his blond pubes showed. The tight white muscles of his pelvis glistened sweatily in the light. Very slowly, the biker wiped his hand across the sweaty tautness of his stomach and damp pubes and brought it to his mouth. He gingerly sniffed and then licked his hand. Liam almost shot his wad. Turning his back to Liam, the biker started to lock his bike handle to the seat rail. The broad V of his shoulders and back were clearly seen through the sopping shirt. There was a clear six-inch gap between the shirt and the rolled down shorts, showing the sweaty cleft of the biker's awesome ass. Inside the skintight shorts the twin fists of butt muscles bunched and relaxed as he positioned the bike more securely. The backs of his lean muscular legs were splattered with sweat and the street dirt of San Francisco. A snake tattoo circled one ankle. Liam was beside himself. Not once had the stud acknowledged the Irishman's presence. What the hell, he thought. If I am invisible, then the stud won't be able to see me beat my meat. Liam roughly unzipped his expensive business slacks, freeing his cock from its painful confinement. The sound of the zipper seemed unnoticeable to Liam but the biker turned around abruptly and stared straight into Liam's eyes. His throat suddenly tight and hand frozen over his cock; Liam did not mistake the menace in the biker's face. Too many times had Liam seen the same barely contained violence in the looks that straight Irish boys gave Liam's mates as they had tumbled out of a gay bar at midnight in the tony Temple Bar area of Dublin. The proximity of straight and gay pick-up bars had resulted in some minor skirmishes but Liam had ducked any real threats. Until now. The alcohol surged up again as Liam's caressing hand became a fist. He wasn't afraid. Liam loved a good punch-up, having been the boxing champion in his school and used to defending himself against his older brothers, real pricks one and all. In fact, the sound of his fist striking another man's flesh was a secret turn-on and he always made sure that his jockstrap he wore under his boxing shorts was on the small size. It was damned embarrassing to sport a woody while your were beating the shite out of a classmate. Pot-glazed blue eyes held mocking green eyes for a long minute. Liam then provocatively licked his lips in a slow sensuous movement. The biker blinked and with a face as stony as his granite ass, began to march down the aisle toward Liam. "What you lookin' at, faggot?" Liam couldn't place the accent - somewhere down south - redneck country. Liam remained silent, letting his eyes slowly drop from the angry face, down over the sweaty expanse of heaving chest and stomach to the biker's crotch. Holy Mother of Jaisus! At a distance, Liam had not been able to see just how big this homophobe's dick was. Now, as the biker loomed over Liam, the monster dick was mere inches away, straining the lycra and looking like lead pipe. Liam's own meat was surging out of his open zipper, a small dribble of pre-cum making the mushroom head shine. Liam remained silent but grabbed his huge hard-on and squeezed it, still staring at his assailant. The biker furiously lunged forward towards Liam but even when drunk, the Irish boxer was quicker. Grabbing the biker's greasy fist with one hand and the opposite elbow with another, Liam was up and out of his seat in a single liquid motion. With his white cock engorged and buffalo balls bursting from his open pants, Liam violently twisted the biker's arm behind his back and locked his neck with the other arm. The biker tried to scream but the stranglehold Liam had muffled his cry. Liam kicked the biker's feet from under him and forced him face down on the bench seat opposite. In the struggle, the lycra shorts had slipped further down the biker's ass, revealing more of a truly iron ass, the kind that Liam himself had tried so hard to develop. Tightening his grip, Liam laid the full weight of his sturdy muscular frame on top the biker and whispered in the stud's ear. "What am I lookin' at, mate? Right now, I am lookin' at the hottest ass I have seen in your pantywaist country and I am about to look at a lot more of it." The biker struggled furiously, hissing curses under his breath. Liam brought his knee hard up on the small of the biker's back and with a single motion, Liam ripped the shorts down over the clenching mounds. Turning and struggling frantically, the biker slid further down the seat, his cock now trapped between his pinned legs and against the frayed edge of the seat. Leaning more heavily into the hapless biker, Liam grabbed at the stud's meat, enjoying the smell of fearful sweat and pot that rose from the recumbent form. "Well, well, well, what do we have here," he taunted as he ran his fingers down the weighty length of the rider's dick which was growing hotter and harder by the second. "So, our Dixie bikeboy may not be quite as butch as he would like us to think," Liam murmured. He leaned forward and licked the stud's ear, enjoying the outraged shock he felt in the body beneath him. More inarticulate bad language and futile squirmings. Liam chuckled and thrust a not so playful kneebone into the stud's kidneys. The biker suddenly went limp, his shoulders heaving from his unsuccessful exertions and the crippling arm around his neck. The Irishman eased up on his stranglehold, curious to know what the 'phobe would try next. The biker had definitely slowed his frantic efforts to get free, now knowing that his would-be victim was much stronger and more skilled at close combat. And to Liam's amazement, the stud actually lifted and clenched his ass in an unmistakably inviting manner and whispered something Liam could not quite make out. Lifting his knee from the biker's back, Liam quickly lowered his body flat onto the bikers, still not trusting the rider's sudden passivity. Liam's cock, chafed by the zipper and bunched drawers slid between the rising asscheeks. "What was that you said, mate?" Liam asked. His response was a sensuous motion of the amazing ass cheeks, which had now trapped Liam's rigid rod in an iron grip. Liam slowly released his grip on the stud's neck. Taking a risk, he stuck his finger in the biker's panting mouth. "You sure aren't much with your fists, my bullyboy. Let me see what you can do with your mouth," Liam sneered. The biker feverishly sucked at Liam's finger, the stubble on his chin abrading Liam's hand. Liam smiled, knowing that the wanna-be fag-basher was now his slave. The Irishman stuck two more fingers in the hot mouth and with his other hand, began to slowly strop the length of the biker's cock that was now a good ten inches of white-hot energy. The biker moaned and whispered again. Liam leaned in close and asked more softy, "can't hear you, mate?" He removed his spit soaked fingers and wiped them in the soft fuzz of the biker's hair. "Hit me," the reply came. "Hit me... hard." For Liam, it seemed like the world had lurched to a stop, so overwhelming was the surge of lust he felt. It then dawned on Liam that it wasn't his world but the train that had stopped. The overhead fluorescents suddenly went out and the widely spaced emergency lights winked on as the public address system crackled. " Attention riders. We have a stalled train in the tunnel in front of us with a medical emergency. With any luck, we should be moving in ten to twenty minutes. In the meantime, we are reducing the lights to conserve energy and ask that you remain in your seats. We will let you know as soon as the train ahead is moving. Thank you for your patience." Normally, the thought of being trapped in a dim metal box seventy feet below the seabed of San Francisco Bay would have spooked Liam. Now, with his dick wedged between the sweetest arse cheeks this side of Limerick and his hand tingling in anticipation of some hot S&M, he felt like he had died and gone to heaven. Slowly, he eased his body off the biker and knelt gazing at the glorious ass hiked up and ready. Liam reached for his now-frantic dick. He eased it fully out of his pants and tugged his balls free from the zipper. Never had he had such a hard-on. A good nine inches bobbed in the dim light as waves of heat pulsed up from his balls. The biker turned his head and glanced fearfully behind him. His eyes widened as he took in the huge Irish cock and widened further as Liam slowly removed his leather belt. He quickly buried his head in the seat and bit on the stained cloth, fearfully waiting for the first bite of the leather and smack of the open hand. It wasn't long coming. With a whistle and a crack, the belt descended from above onto his exposed ass. The biker groaned deep in his throat and his cock leapt uncontrollably. Precum oozed from his engorged cock head and waves of fresh sweat dripped from his balls onto the floor of the train. Again, again and again came the whoosh, the crack, the pain. In the empty train car, each stroke sounded like a gunshot. Liam looked down in satisfaction. The ass was now nicely crossed and recrossed with angry red welts, like a hot cross bun at Easter. The Irishman chuckled at the simile. Well, time to knead the dough a bit more. Throwing down his belt, he spit into his open palm and brought it down with a flying fury that surprised both of them. "Hit me, please. Hit me harder. Please oh fucking please." The biker was screaming hoarsely, his southern accent roughened with passion and pain. Glad to oblige, you fookin' 'phobe, thought Liam gleefully as he applied himself to the task. Twenty cracks later, sweat pouring from his brow, his hand aching and sore, Liam finally stopped. The biker was prostrate before him; all fight gone and only abject submission evident in his lean muscled form. Well, now that the 'phobe had gotten the rough of it, it was time for the smooth. Liam crouched down and began to lick the pooled sweat from his victim's lower back. The acrid taste of salt filled his mouth, causing Liam's cock to surge once more. And then, very gently, he slid the rough of his tongue over the red and bruised glutes and down into the crevice of the biker's ass. Funky, indeed. Sweat-soaked lycra flavored with the leather of bike seat mixed with the musky odors of a long day in the saddle. Liam laughed silently. I sound like one of the posh wine snobs. An ass connoisseur, that's what I am, he thought drunkenly. This particular vintage shows the best of the southern rim of Dixie, mixed with the piquant flavor of piss and pot! He lapped next at the dangling nuts and relished the bikers' huge balls which were recently shaven and as smooth as a baby's tush. Roughly popping one and then another of the chestnut size 'nads out of his moth, Liam reached up and began beating the biker's cock in a fast friction that caused both of then to groan in ecstasy. Lurching awkwardly to his feet, Liam began to lower his pants, staring down at the biker's ass, now primed and ready for a crackin' good fucking. No way to do it in his half-dressed state though. And with any luck, the train would be stuck longer in the tunnel than it took Liam's own train to ram the hot tunnel of the biker's asshole. Godam it, the fancy trouser cuffs were caught in the buckle of his shoe. As Liam unsteadily bent over to disengage his cuffs and pull off his shoes, a voice in the dark murmured. "Looks like you need a little help." Holy Christ! Liam's heart slammed in his chest as he frantically turned around, still holding his lowered pants in his hands. Ten feet away stood an indistinct figure. The biker had heard the voice too and was struggling to get to his feet. "Just stay as you are, gentlemen." A cop, thought Liam with a groan. No one but a fuckin' cop could mix that polite language with the implied threat so well. Apparently, the biker had the same thought as he launched to his feet and began to hurtle past the Liam, making for the far end of the train and freedom. His lowered shorts proved to be his undoing. A rustle, crack and thud and Liam could dimly see the half-naked biker now huddled on the floor beyond the still dark figure. "What's the hurry, gentlemen? It looks like you were just getting started." The figure moved closer and Liam backed up instinctively. The bass voice had taken on a low purr that sent shivers through Liam's nuts. His own dick was oblivious to the obvious danger and stood proudly at full mast. A snick in the dark and a flash of light shone in Liam's face. He threw his hand over his eye, trying to see beyond the beam and figure out whether the mysterious figure was as big as his voice suggested. The beam lowered from the face and played over Liam's rumpled clothing finally stopping on his arching cock. "Hmm...pretty big dick - for a white boy." Liam swallowed. So that's why he couldn't clearly see the cop - he was black and dressed in a dark uniform to boot. In the dim light, he suddenly saw the split of a smile and gleaming white teeth. Not a nice smile. Fueled by his earlier drinking marathon and the last 10 minutes of total lust, Liam unwisely chose bravado and laid on an Irish accent as thick as plaster. "Sure, and big it is, my ebony stranger. Blazing hot as a matter o' fact. And right now, it is in dire need of a sweet mouth to cool it off. Any chance of ya wrapping those lovely Nubian lips 'round my tool?" His response was a bellow of laughter followed by a brutal thrust of a huge hand against his chest. Trapped in his lowered trousers, Liam toppled awkwardly backwards onto the seat where he had recently pinned the rider. "Mmm, mmm, mmm. Waddya know - a Limey fruitcake - all undressed and ready for slicing." Liam's Irish temper erupted in a white-hot flash at the insult. "Who ya callin' a Limey , ya ignorant arsehole." "My mistake," the cop corrected himself in an exaggerated tone. "Irish fruitcake and one with no manners or respect for his betters. Bigger and betters, that is." The cop laughed again, delighted with his own wit. Despite his panic and anger, Liam felt his own cock rise again at the sly allusion to his assailant's cock size. Deciding to risk all, Liam sneered at the cop and said, "To be sure, I had forgotten the myths about the size of black men's cocks. Maybe that's why so many of you become cops or sportsmen - makin' up for the fact that you're really hung like wee squirrels." In a flash, the cop grabbed Liam's hair and painfully jerked his head up. Tears flooded Liam's eyes and he realized that he had made a costly mistake by mouthing off to the cop. "You have a pretty big mouth, Irish boy. Maybe you need to have it filled with something other than bullshit." Twisting Lima's hair even harder with one hand, the cop hurriedly unzipped his trousers with the other. The mighty bulge of his crotch inched towards Liam's strained face. "Come on, Irish boy. Why don't you put that clever tongue to better use." His face now mashed into the open fly of the cop, Liam inhaled deeply. The fresh smell of clean boxer shorts and the tangy scent of hot black skin mixed in a heady aroma that sent the Irishman's heart racing. He inserted his tongue into the gap in the white boxers and began to lick what felt like an endless length of hot hard meat. Up and down his hot tongue searched, seemingly unable to find the root or the top of the amazing piece of black dick. "Work it out, boy. Get my big black dick out where you can really get at it." The cop stressed the 'big' and 'black' in a low, sexy but dangerous tone. Liam swallowed and complied eagerly, reaching with his hand for the cop's dick. He was rewarded by a quick slap against the side of his head. "No hands. Just your mouth." Liam worked his tongue further into the drawers and finally leveraged the huge purple head of the cop's meat out of the opening. He could barely wrap his lips around the giant knob. With a gentle pull, Liam arched backwards and sucked the remaining inches out. The huge length of the cock flopped down in front of Liam's mesmerized face. For the love of heaven, it was just as his friend had said. Easily a foot long, the monstrous black cock was beginning to rise like some engorged beast from the deep. "What's keeping you, boy? You got some work to do. I want you to get me nice and hard and then you and I are going to have some fun with your friend over there," the cop said, pointing to the biker who was unsteadily getting to his feet. Liam had completely forgotten the biker. Eagerly, Liam bent towards the rising behemoth. He rested his cheek for a second against the eight-inch circumference and said a small prayer of thanks to the gods of transit fuckups. Then, he began to lap at the column of flesh, starting at the enflamed head and slaloming down the rigid inches towards the base. Again and again he lathered the cop's dick with spit, spiraling around and around until he reached the crown. Taking a deep breath, he opened his jaws wide and took in the entire head, careful not to use his teeth. The last thing he wanted was another smack. His head was still ringing from the last one. "That's good, Irish boy, that's real good," crooned the cop. "Keep that white throat pumpin' on my black dick - I'm gonna stuff this Nubian cock all the way down to your gut, you fuckin' white faggot." Liam could hardly breathe as the cop pumped his dick in and out of his mouth that felt as if it were going to split at the corners. The cop swore luridly under his breath, keeping time with his thrusts. "Take it you Irish bitch, take a fuckin' man's meat. Show your big daddy how good you are and maybe I'll let you lick my sweet black asshole."' With another sudden shove, the cop backed away from Liam. Reaching inside his spit-soaked drawers, he drew his balls out. Fumbling in his pocket, he brought out a leather cock ring and with a practiced motion, fastened it. Liam watched in amazement. As soon as the last snap was in place, the already enormous dick rose like a dark dirigible, extending another two inches and the balls dropped like falling apples inside the cop's hairy sac. "Okay, my Irish bitch. It's show time." Grabbing Liam's hair, the cop dragged the protesting Irishman to his feet and with a ruthless pull, dragged him headfirst down the train towards the rider, Liam's trousers causing him to stumble and stagger. The biker stood frozen, watching helplessly as the looming figures of the cop and badass boxer approached him. The saner part of his mind was screaming for him to grab his bike and split while he had a chance. But the vision of the huge black cock emerging out of the dark and the cries of pain from Liam as he struggled to free himself from the pig's grip held rooted him in place. In fact, the only part of him capable of any movement was his dick that was bounding out of his shorts. The cop released Liam with a thrust, causing the Irishman to tumble at the feet of the rider. "Hey, bikeboy. Here's your chance to pay back our mick friend here for that nasty little paddling you got earlier. That is, if your honky balls are big enough." The biker narrowed his eyes. He hadn't forgotten his earlier exchange with the transit cop. He had tried to get through the station turnstile without paying his fare, a favorite trick of bike messengers. Unfortunately, he had gotten nailed by this big black muthuh' who politely asked him to try again, this time with his ticket. He rolled his eyes and muttered a racist epithet, just loud enough to be heard by the cop. The pig's face darkened but remained calm as he told the biker that all transit passengers had to have a ticket. The biker jammed his ticket in the slot and with a flourish lifted the bike over gate, glaring at the cop all the while. As he began to move towards the platform, the cop called after him to make sure he boarded the last car - "the back of the bus." The biker turned and spat a "yes sir" to the cop and then farted a real good one and laughed. The cop didn't. After a long day of pedaling up and down the City's hills, he was in no mood for some uppity black pig to tell him he had to get his bike and smelly ass on the last train, especially when there were no passengers in the last three cars. He had flipped the cop off as soon as the pig had turned his back and was mighty pissed as he barely made it onto the train. So pissed that he didn't notice the dude at the end of the car. His mistake, as his throbbing ass reminded him. Well, maybe things were lookin' up. On his knees before him was the hot faggot who whupped his ass. Normally, the biker (GD to his bike messenger buddies - short for "giant dick" ) didn't get into guys - his Bible-belt upbringing went deep. And now living in the gayest city in the world, he had been hit on way too many times by rich fags looking for a little grunge action. Occasionally though, when he was short of cash and wanted to score some weed, he would thought of lettin' them blow him. He had not acted on this thought - way too freaked by the thought. Not until this evening, that is, when high, tired and pissed off, he had made the mistake of jumping this Irish dude, had things gotten so far out of hand. And instead of the disgust he normally felt when dealing with fags, his whole body had responded to the need for rough male action and he had gotten down on his knees like a dog and begged for a lickin'. The memory of the leather and the pain caused his dick to pump up again. Slowly, GD peeled down his shorts and freed up his cock. He noticed the gleam in the cop's eye as he began to stroke what he liked to call his southern comfort. Well, maybe the Irish guy would like to taste a real man's dick, not the unnatural black salami that blasted out of the pig's uniform. Though just the sight of the huge black dick ballooning out of the cock ring caused GD to salivate and fleetingly wonder what it would be like to have that monster up his ass. Liam licked his lips. The biker's dick was inches from his mouth when he felt a heavy weight on his scalp. The cop had slapped the full length of his dick on his coppery curls and was thrusting it through the tangles, snarling them further and causing Liam's eyes to tear up once more. Against the back of his neck he felt the slapping balls and the tickle of pubic hair. Massive thigh muscles closed in on either side of his head as the cop pinned Liam between his legs and fucked the top of his head. The cop reached forward and grabbed GD's hard-on. Fisting it roughly, he pulled it forward and brutally shoved it in Liam's open mouth. And then, with a single motion, ripped GD's T-shirt up the middle and pulled it off his shoulders. "What the fuck are you doin'...spluttered the furious redneck, his howl of anger suddenly cut off in a whine of pain as the cop seized both nipples in his fingers. The biker's dick shook uncontrollably in Liam's mouth as the cop began flicking his tit rings, causing GD to groan in guilty pleasure. Lima reached up and cupped the biker's huge 'nads in his hands and began to massage them none so gently. "That's it , bitch. Work his nuts, make 'em dance," whispered the cop as he redoubled his thrusts and further squeezed his captive between his thighs, which were now slick with sweat. "Give our honky bikeboy a little pain before I pleasure him." Liam grabbed GD's sac and pulled it down, causing his dick to swell further and threaten to cut off Liam's breath. The biker, in a daze of hot lust, pain and anger at the cop's threat, roughly pulled in dick out of the Irishman's mouth and gazed at the black cop whose eyes were fixed malevolently on his. "Fuck you, pig. You ain't gonna touch me with your greasy hands or anything else. Not while I'm still breathing," challenged GD. And just as Liam had learned the hard way, saying 'fuck you' to this particular cop was not so smart. The cop backed away from Liam who scuttled out of the way, eager for the next act in this increasingly hot scene. Cop and biker faced each other. GD's T-shirt lay in sweat tatters, his pecs red with their recent mauling. He definitely looked willing to fight but his huge erection and twitching ass betrayed him. Having gone this far down "queer road," he was now willing and even eager to take it to the max. But not for nuthin' would he give the hot pig the satisfaction of knowing how bad GD wanted to touch, to taste that hunk of dark meat. Slowly, the cop began to unbutton his soaked shirt. Liam almost creamed. Clearly the dude was a body builder for what emerged out of the cheap polyester uniform was nothing short of perfection. The sweep of shoulders and massive pecs tapered to a ridiculously tiny waist. The stomach muscles looked like ripples of sand in the wind as the cop drew his huge arms out of the sleeves. He unbuckled his pants and stepped out of the uniform, leaving his fitted boots on. Shirtless, pantless except for the tight boxers, with his huge dick glossy black with sweat, the cop crooked a finger at the now speechless biker as he lovingly stroked his meat with his other hand. "Get your white ass over here. Now, " he growled. GD drew himself up and spat on the floor, inches from the cop's boot. Liam clasped his hands in a parody of prayer, catching the tiniest glimmer of a smile of the cop's face - the same smile that had caused Liam's blood to freeze earlier. With the same blinding speed that had taken the Irishman by surprise, the cop barreled into GD and slammed him into the door connecting the trains. GD bounced off the door and tumbled headlong into a seat, falling face down once again. Liam tut-tutted under his breath. The redneck's habit of leaving his rear unguarded (literally) was going to be his undoing. As GD struggled to get up, the cop jumped him again, pinning him down on the seat and clambering up onto his upper back, knees on each shoulder. "You, bitch. Get over here and help our friend off with his fancy shorts." Liam rushed to oblige, tearing down GD's lycra shorts and exposing his earlier handiwork. "Now, get that fuckin' hole real wet. Wouldn't want to hurt our li'l southern belle, here, " the cop snickered. As GD struggled futilely, the cop continued, "better yet, after you tongue him, why don't you take the first crack at it and loosen it up with your wee Irish dick. That way, when a real man fucks him, it won't be so bad for bikeboy here. Better use one of these, though. Who knows where this honky's ass has been." The cop tugged out a condom tucked into the waistband of his boxers and tossed it to Liam - the superlarge size, the Irishman noted with envy. GD turned his head frantically and began to plead with the cop, pride washed away in a tide of panic. He had never been fucked before and to have it done this way - in a violent rape by two guys with giant dicks. "Please... I'll do anything you want...just don't ...fuck me. I ain't never been fucked before. Please, I'll ..I'll suck you off. - whatever.. just don't stick me. Please.. Sir." The cop looked down at the trembling biker and repeated that sinister smile. "Well, that's the kind of polite offer I just can't say no to - wouldn't be hospitable, now would it?" He eased off the biker and with a deft motion, turned GD on his back. Sitting on the biker's naked chest, his balls slapping GD's tits, the cop grabbed his giant black dick with both hands and brushed the head over his captive's lips. Liam, deprived of his hot fucking, scrambled over and began sucking on the biker's still hard dick. Glancing up, he watched in awe and envy the massive working of muscles in the black man's back and shoulders as the cop force-fed GD his swollen meat. The perfectly round muscular ass was a foot from Liam's face, sweat streaming off the dark silken skin, the glutes puckering as he thrust his hips forward. GD gingerly licked the saucer sized dick head. His lips were dry from panic and the joint he had smoked just before getting on the train. He tried a few feeble passes over the oozing slit, not sure whether he was going to throw up or cum right then and there. "What's the matter with you - your tongue is like sandpaper," growled the cop. "Maybe you need some lube." With a wolfish smile, he bent down and kissed the astonished redneck, first running his wet tongue over GD's lips and then thrusting it deep into the biker's open mouth. GD's mind was a whirl of confusion, revulsion and rampaging horniness. To be kissed by a black cop - two species GD had grown up hating and fearing. A naked black cop who was going to hurt him really bad if he didn't do everything he was ordered to and whose pink tongue was hot and alive and causing GD to moan out loud. Totally flipped out, GD now desperately wanted to do whatever the massive black man ordered. The biker's dick was pulsing with blood, his ass, burnt by the earlier beating, clenched and unclenched, screaming for a fuck just as it had earlier screamed for a beating. What the shit was goin' on? GD sought wildly for an answer as his imbedded white trash racism wrestled with an uncontrollable lust for dominance. No contest. Lust won as GD began to return the kisses with caution at first and then with increasing passion, sucking at the big soft lips and thrusting his tongue in a mouth that was as hot and moist as an Mississippi night. Closing his eyes, he grabbed at the cop's huge biceps, drawing the black stud even closer. The cop smiled through his kisses. He knew that the hot biker was queer from the moment he saw the punk checking him out at the station. All that redneck bullshit was poor camouflage when it was real obvious that the biker's glances kept dropping to the cop's bulging crotch, even as the punk gave him a raft of shit. The cop had made sure to thrust his hips forward, legs spread in the "at ease" attitude as he hassled the biker, knowing that the classic cop position showcased his giant meat. His posturing was rewarded. He saw that the kid was beginning to get hard as he made his last defiant gesture and ran for the train. The cop was going off duty when he had the little encounter with GD but decided not to risk his job by following the punk into the last car and putting the moves on him, much as he would have liked to. He had chosen instead the second to last car, cursing himself for being in uniform and missing the opportunity to play big black wolf. Keeping his ear cocked, he had heard the first sounds of the altercation. Cautiously, he crept up to the glass window in the door between the cars and watched the developing S&M action between the Irishman (now there was a hot honky fucker, he thought) and the biker. When the operator's announcement came and the inadequate emergency lights went on, he decided to go for it. He quietly slid back the door and crept towards the dimly seen figures. Only the biker's naked white ass shimmered in the dark. The sounds of the brutal spanking were unmistakable. He had loved the total panic on the Irishman's face when he loomed spookily out of the dark and did his best bad-cop routine. The quick bullshit response from Liam had tickled him enormously. The cop's first lover had been an mouthy Irish dockworker in Boston who had nicknamed him Goliath - the name had stuck and now all of his fellow officers called him that - without knowing the source. No one but a moron would have mistaken Liam for a Brit , but the cop but knew that calling any Irishman a Limey would be asking for a fight. And having witnessed the hot S&M action, Goliath had decided that Liam had to give him a reason to play a little rough. His ploy had worked beyond his expectation! And now, with the biker as soft and pliant as any manhunter could want, it was time to give the Irishman a little TLC as well. Lifting his lips from GD's, he turned and whispered huskily to Liam. "Bring that beautiful dick over here. I think our friend wants a taste." Goliath backed off the biker who touched his own lips in wonder. The passionate exchange of kisses had stirred something real deep, something scary and joyful, which left him confused but wanting more. Liam glanced at the cop warily, noting the change in tone and attitude. The biker was laid back on the seat, his hard dick arching in the air and with an expression on his face as if he had seen the second coming. The Irishman cautiously approached the cop, who gently took his hand and placed it on one massive pec. Liam ran his hand over the hard muscle and quickly leaned forward and kissed one hard brown tit. No smack upside his head. Gaining courage, he then grabbed both pecs with his hands, hardly believing the size, density or weight of them. Heat rose in waves from the black man and sweat glistened on the sloping trapezium muscles, like dew on black marble. Liam lightly pinched the nipples, watching as they hardened into sexy nubs. Bending down, he began to suck at one and then the other, using his teeth lightly to make them even harder. Goliath groaned and then leaned forward and muzzled Liam's neck, using his soft lips and tongue. Goliath softly said, "come on, baby, I want to see bikeboy suck your big-white-dick. Make me happy." A tingle of sexual energy ran down the Irishman's body. Christ, the cop's tender come-on was even sexier than his threats and slaps. Liam looked up into Goliath's face which was now smiling - nicely. One helluva handsome son of a bitch, too. The rapid change in the cop's behavior from brutal to butter was just too much. It finally dawned on Liam - the cop's menacing 'stand and deliver routine' was a goddam show the whole time. And that smile I thought was so scary - the bluidy cop was jerkin' me and I fell for it, " he thought with wry admiration. Liam smiled inwardly and decided that it was time to bring the farce to a close. His dick was aching to be sucked and the thought of splashing his cum all over the redneck's face and chest or in his hot hole made him even harder. But not before he tasted the giant meat of the black bullshitter one more time. Turning to return the smile, Liam murmured, "ah, me fine Nubian. Before I oblige our sweaty biking friend, would ya kindly swing your meat over here and let me show how the Irish actually saved civilization." Goliath grinned and grabbed his huge meat. He gently combed his fingers through the tangled mop of Liam's hair, bent down and gave him a slow gentle kiss. Lifting his cock, he eased his dickhead into Liam's willing mouth, savoring the feel of the hot tongue. GD looked up at the scene and timidly reached out to stroke Goliath's thigh, hairless and thick with veins. Like tree trunks but hot to the touch. He slid his hand along the bulging muscles and with wonder cupped the marble hard curve of the massive ass - harder than his own and with skin so fine it felt like silk. The whole scene confused him - from incipient rape to mindblowing rapture in five seconds. GD slid his other hand up Liam's leg and stroked the boxer's rigid meat and dangling nuts. So white, so hard. And the other - so black, so big. Both so beautiful. Both men. Liam continued to suck, his jaws aching and his heart singing. Goliath's balls swung and slapped Liam under his chin. The smell of sweat and talc arose from the cop's crotch, causing Liam's head to spin. He redoubled his efforts, pivoting his head so he could deep-throat the huge black dick, knowing he would be hoarse for a week. He felt the Goliath's dick start to spasm and knew that the cop was about to blow. He pulled off and to the side just as Goliath began to groan and beat his meat with both hands in a blinding flurry of motion. Like white hot rain, a shower of cum splashed over his hands and onto GD's naked chest, filling the air with the strident odor of jism and sweat. Liam sat in wonder, watching Goliath's stomach muscles twitch and bunch as the spasms continued. He was close to coming himself. And never was he closer than when Goliath bent over and bestowed another slow, hot kiss on him before turning and gathering up his clothes. The cop moved off into the shadows beyond the light, through the connecting door and was gone. Watching the two men kissing, GD had felt another weird tug in his chest. God, it was beautiful and hot and upsetting - all at the same time. Something like tears stung his eyes. He knew that, more than anything, he had wanted the cop or the boxer or both to kiss him. Wanted the taste, the touch, the smell of white and black skin, of hard male cock and soft male lips. Wanted to scoop the puddles of sticky cum off his chest, to smell and drink it. As if GD's thoughts were a shout, Liam turned to him. Green eyes met blue, a smile in one and dismay in the other. GD reached up and touched Liam's cheek and whispered something. The Irishman smiled, leaned forward and murmured, "can't hear ya, mate." "Kiss me.. kiss me soft." Liam touched the firmly chiseled lips, now relaxed with passion and wet with Goliath's kisses. He bent his head down and began to kiss the biker, the unshaven beard rasping across his skin as his efforts grew more passionate. GD was groaning aloud. God, he had never felt anything like this - a sense of doing the right thing after so long, of a music in his head that had nuthin' to do with pot. The feeling increased as he sensed the Irishman's face drop from his own and felt the hot tongue lapping up the pools of semen from GD's chest. And the biker finally tasted the cop's cum as Liam raised his head and began to french-kiss him. The salty strange taste was a shock to GD but he licked at Liam's lips, eager to drink the last drop, wishing the cop had shot his wad directly into GD's mouth and face, drowning him in cum. Liam roughly pulled the bike shorts off GD's ankles, greedily sniffed the padding of the crotch and then tossed them aside. He sat back on his feet, simply taking in the hot sight of the sprawled biker. The ten inch dick was flat against his belly and the shaved balls hung down, slippery with sweat and the run-off from the cop's cum. The tight ass was concealed on the seat but Liam could see the tail end of one of the belt lashes curve around onto the biker's thigh. The kid's torso, shiny with drying cum and sweat was perfectly hairless and smoothly muscled. The angry red tits stood erect and there were the beginnings of bruises on his pecs where the cop had manhandled him. The vein in the punk's neck pulsed wildly as sweat gathered in the hollows of his shoulders. He smelled like cum and sweat and pot - the perfect combination for Liam. Grabbing the biker's ankles, Liam lifted GD's legs and put them over his shoulders. The biker looked up at Liam, his eyes hot with desire and apprehension. The Irishman spit on his fingers and inserted a single finger into the hole, easing it in gently. GD groaned and clutched at Liam's shoulders. "No, dude - don't. It hurts too much. Stop, please." As much as the fantasy of fucking excited him, the biker didn't know it would hurt this much. Liam ignored his plea and grabbed at GD's dick with his other hand, knowing that the biker would be distracted by having an expert hand job. The Irishman spat on the rigid meat and began to glide his fist up and down in slow, easy motions. It worked. Panting, GD licked his lips and instinctively began to thrust himself forward onto Liam's finger. Liam continued the devastating hand job and snuck a second finger into the hole. Slowly, he began to rotate them, opening up the biker gradually. A third finger followed as the biker began to pant, in increasing agony and passion. Liam leaned forward and first licked the straining, sweaty muscles of GD's pelvis and then began to suck the biker's dick, wetting the shaft for more fisting. The biker tightened his legs on Liam's shoulder and began to pant, "fuck me, go ahead, please fuck me..now..I want it so bad." The Irishman smiled. He loved fucking virgins. They were so needy and so grateful. Always one to oblige, that's me. Liam eased his swollen dick forward and teased the lips of the biker's anus, brushing the cock head up and down the opening. He inserted it a tiny amount and then withdrew, watching GD's face. "Come on, you fucker..stick it in..I can't stand it. Give it to me, please" the biker moaned. Liam spat on his cock and then with steady pressure, thrust his hips forward, watching with ecstasy as the rigid nine inches began to disappear up the punk's ass. "Oh, shit, oh lord, it hurts..oh man, stop.. you're killin' me.. pull it out..." Too late, my little bikeboy, thought Liam gleefully. With one nasty motion, he stuck the rest of his nine-inch Irish meat in the redneck's inadequately lubricated hole. GD's butt rose from the seat. His head arched back, face red with agony and the strain of not screaming. Cords of muscles stood out from his neck and sweat poured down his face, burning his eyes and salting his lips. His hands were pressed flat against Liam's chest in a vain attempt to push him away. Liam waited just long enough for the pain to ease and then began to strop the biker's dick again. With the enormous cock pressing against his prostate, his own screaming dick in the silken grip of his abuser, GD thought he was going to pass out. Liam bent forward and kissed the agonized face of the biker, first the clenched brow, then each of the closed eyelids and finally that lush hot mouth. GD sighed. Liam withdrew his dick slightly and then plunged in again, fiercely. Blue eyes fluttered open, pain fading from his face and body as his hole relaxed and began to form itself around the invader. GD still felt as if he were being fucked with a flaming torch but a new feeling was creeping through his ravaged ass and into his nuts - a need to respond, to choke that monster that was eating his insides. GD experimentally clenched his anal muscles and was startled by a low cry from the butch boxer, almost like the whine of a hound dog in heat. GD drew a ragged breath and clenched again. Liam's head fell backwards, mindlessly lost in lust. Taking advantage of the Irishman's momentary pause in fucking and with an increased sense of sexual power, GD grabbed Liam's erect tits and pinched them savagely. The simultaneous heaven in his dick and inferno in his tits left Liam gasping for air. GD liked seeing the fucker who had brutally taken his cherry totally helpless. It was payback time. The biker grabbed at the Irishman's ass, reveling in the bucking muscles and the sweat pouring into the boxer's crack. GD slyly slid his fingers up and down the hairless white cheeks, teasing at the hot hole, causing a fresh moan from the enraptured Liam. Then, without any warning, he plunged two stiff fingers into Liam's anus, as hard and brutally as he could, putting the sinewy strength of his forearms into the motion. "Keee-rist!" It was the Irishman's turn to arch in agony as GD turned his rough fingers inside the tender hole. With his free hand, GD began punching Liam's baby-soft, alternating with hard flat slaps - fast, hard, without mercy. As Liam instinctively moved to avoid the sudden assault, GD bore down hard with his hole and trapped Liam's dick in an inescapable grip. This Irish fucker wasn't goin' nowhere, thought GD with a growing feeling of revenge and lust. Pained green eyes stared down into defiant, sadistic blue ones. Liam did the only thing he could. "Stop...please stop. I'll do whatever you want." The Irishman hung his head in pained embarrassment as he muttered the words. His ass felt like it was bleeding but his cock was in paradise. With another flurry of hard spanks, GD spat, "can't hear you, dude." "Please.. stop...sir." GD smiled. His spanks abruptly stopped and became a gentle sensual motion over the flaming cheeks. He withdrew his fingers from Liam's asshole and held them in front of Liam's face. "Lick 'em." The Irishman stared down at the gritty nails of the biker, covered with grease, cum and sweat and grimaced. Another hard punch to his ass. "Okay, okay, alright." Liam began to lick the fingers and felt his reward when GD bucked his hips forwards and back over Liam's imprisoned cock. He was really close to cumming and GD sensed this. "Pull your dick out..gently. I wanna see you shoot." Liam groaned, wanting to let loose a river of jism in this hole from heaven but not willing to risk another bruise on his lily-white ass. As it was, he wouldn't be able to bare his butt in the gym for a week. With ease of long practice, Liam began to withdraw from the biker, relishing both the look of relief and disappointment that crossed GD's face. He felt the same way. He pulled fully out and moving forward, grabbed his own and Liam's dicks with both hands. The biker looked down the length of his own cum-soaked body and watched GD begin to pump the two huge dicks. He reached and grabbed the back of Liam's head, drew him forward, thrusting his tongue in his mouth. The kiss was more than either could stand. Deep inside each other's mouths, their cries were smothered as they simultaneously climaxed. Spews of cum splashed over both of them, onto Liam's expensive togs, splattering the train seat, even the wall. The moment seemed eternal but was shattered by a crackle of static. "Attention riders. Our emergency situation has been resolved and we will be moving shortly. We thank you for your patience and hope that the delay hasn't inconvenienced you." Liam smiled as he backed off the biker. His situation had indeed been resolved. Cum dripped off his cock, his hands, his clothes. GD was just as sodden. The Irishman swabbed himself down with a handkerchief and handed it to GD. The biker unwrapped it and began licking the cum, just silently gazing at Liam. Liam scrambled back into his clothes, a little embarrassed by the intense scrutiny of the punk he had just fucked and the almost religious fervor with which he lapped up the jism. With a return of his bravado, Liam drew out one of his business cards and carelessly flipped it onto the still-reclining biker. GD dropped the soaked handkerchief and read the card. Neither said a word as Liam retrieved his briefcase. The Irishman glanced down at the biker and with an impulse he himself did not understand, bent and quickly kissed the biker's sticky mouth. He passed through the same door Goliath had so recently used and was lost to sight. GD slowly pulled on his shorts. He reached in his bag and pulled out a cycling jersey to replace his ruined T-shirt which he used to clean himself up. He brought the funky cum-soaked wreck to his nose, inhaled deeply and then carefully folded and stowed it in his bag. With every muscle and orifice aching, he rose, unlocked his bike and moved to the exit. As the train pulled into his stop in the east bay and the doors opened, he looked back onto the scene of his first queer adventure. His first, but for fuckin' sure, not his last. The end

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Date: Sat, 30 May 2020 09:46:59 +0100 From: Bill Jonners Subject: Colin - Student and Model 4 Can you imagine life without Nifty? Please show your support with contributions to keep the Archive online. You can find out how at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html This story is written by me and my Norwegian friend, Fred. It is completely fictional. It contains descriptions of sexual interactions and BDSM activities between a young man (19 when the story begins) and older men. We would love to hear from you if you are enjoying this story. I will reply to all emails sent to colin4men@gmail.com COLIN � STUDENT AND MODEL Chapter 4 (Kenny) "Daddy is never happy when I leave home!" Colin looked back to see Bill still standing in the light from the hall. "I think he would probably prefer to have me in the house all the time." "Would you prefer to live at home while attending uni?" Kenny looked at his room mate as they turned into the main street of the small Scottish town. "No, I was very happy sharing a room with you on campus last year. Sharing a student apartment away from uni this year will be even better! I'm excited. I was very happy that your father agreed to us sharing, Kenny. I would have missed you, you know." Colin pinched Kenny's naked leg. "He likes you, Kiddo. My whole family does! They say you are responsible for my good results. Is that stupid eh?" Kenny nudged Colin with his elbow and the car slid a little. "Stay on the road, fucker! Try to stay out of trouble for a while." The car was in the outskirts of the town. "You see the bus shelter over there?" Colin pointed. "Dad picked me up there one night five years ago, and I've lived with him ever since." "You had run away from home, hadn't you? But weren't your folks looking for you?" Kenny had never really asked Colin about his family. "I ran away from my last foster home. They only wanted the money they got for looking after me. They didn't care. Nobody loved me until Bill�" Colin stopped. He always did when people tried to ask more, but he himself had brought up the story this time. "And now you have lovers all around, Kiddo. Well, you still haven't fucked a chick yet!" Kenny grinned. "You should give them a try. They are good riders, you know." Kenny's movements in the seat could not be misunderstood. "I prefer to ride myself. No chicks for me, never! I have my stallion. Why do you have a hard-on, Kenny? You are tenting." Colin cupped Kenny's dick. "I was thinking about you sitting here with your cock in a steel cage. Never thought I would live with a eunuch!" Kenny had to put on the wipers; a storm was coming and the rain was heavy. "Well, at least I'm not cut like you, gigolo!" Colin had to admit to himself that putting on a chastity belt freely had been the most stupid thing he had ever done. "But I fancy your pole, even if your mother bit off your `Santa hat'. That's what mothers do in Texas, I've heard." Kenny laughed so hard he almost drove off the road. "Well, they use teeth to cut off balls, but only on animals as far as I know!" "Since we are talking about your mum, Kenny, how did she know the truth about our driving accident? Did you tell her?" Colin was happy that Kenny slowed down. The rain and wind was really bad. "You know teachers � they are like police investigators � I guess you have been grilled by your headmaster at some point, Kiddo?" Kenny's voice was hardy heard through the hail hitting the roof. "Of course she realised that my head injury would have been on the other side if I had been a passenger � and I'm not a good liar. Message to my father or a hot ass � easy choice!" "Well, the car is well placed for repair. Good job, Kenny. Did you have to pay Mr Morrison an advance?" Colin asked. "What do you think? You know him well," Kenny snarled. "Of course he undressed me and made me model on some of the machines. You know the man has a full training studio out there?" "So he didn't want your arsehole this time?" Colin grinned. "Sure, that's what he wanted, but never again! His huge tool nearly split me last time. I couldn't sit for days. Crazy guy! But he was pleased to get a blowjob, and he shoots like a teenager so the advance was cool." The rain suddenly stopped and strong lightning flashed across the sky. Kenny stopped the car. "You'd better drive, Kiddo! You know me and thunderstorms � I hate them!" Colin remembered a year back, a heavy thunderstorm just after the two had moved into their campus room. The huge macho guy, just back from rugby training, begged young Colin to share his bed with him. "Take it easy, mate. Still a way to go!" With some problems, they managed to change seats without getting out of the car. "You remember the thunderstorm last year, the first time we shared a bed?" Colin caressed Kenny's upper leg. "Aye, you were so cute. You treated me like a kid. We really became mates that night!" Kenny spread his legs. "But I fancied you from day one, Kiddo. You reminded me of me little brother. I've always adored him, you know." Kenny lifted his hips and turned his shorts down. His 26 cm (over 10 inches) circumcised erection was like a spear. "I will just have to watch you play, Kenny. I need both hands on the steering wheel; road's quite slippery out there." Colin looked at his mate who spat in his hand and wanked slowly. "How's your cock inside that prison?" Kenny asked, as he used one hand to touch the metal cage. "The small one is behaving, but my balls are in a squeeze, and your cock is so inviting." Colin's moaning was drowned by a heavy crack of lightening. Kenny's body trembled. "We could stop somewhere and I could suck you off, mate." "Let's wait for bedtime, Kiddo. I have screwed you in my mind since you came downstairs this evening. I haven't fucked you since the night before you went to Norway, remember?" Kenny played with his pre-cum. "But you fucked me three times that night, and once again in the shower the next morning. I had trouble sitting on the plane. Give me some of your clear juice, Kenny. I want a taste!" Colin sucked Kenny's two fingers. He recognised his buddy's smell and taste; tough man, sweat and soap. He loved it. His own arrested cock was wet too. "You remember the first time you fucked me for real? You said you had to if you were to be a real man, remember!" Colin grinned. "Aye, and I shot my first load before I was inside you!" Kenny laughed. "I was afraid I wasn't good enough. You sounded very experienced." Colin didn't comment for a while. The storm had calmed down and they could see the lights of the city in the distance. "Well, Bill screwed me the day after I met him, and you know his size, so I was trained when you mounted me. But it wasn't your first fuck, buddy?" "Backdoor? It was, yeah! I tried my chick, but she only called me a perv. I wanted a change from her small cunt, but no. She only takes half of me you see; I'm never really satisfied." Kenny was close to shooting when they passed the bridge over the River Clyde. "Please wait for my tight tunnel. Just be my perv when we are home," Colin said. "Did you hear me call our new flat `home', Kenny?" "Aye, I did. We move in like an old couple, Kiddo. Maybe we will miss our Garden of Eden." Kenny laughed again. That was what their fellow mates on campus had called their room, probably because the two residents were often naked or just dressed in boxers. "We will have to invite them for a house-warming party. I plan a jungle-party! You can be Tarzan, Kenny." Colin parked in front of the old red-sandstone building not far from the university. "I have a loincloth for you." "Welcome home then, Jane!" The tall, muscled youngster lifted Colin like a kid and carried him up the front stairs. "You'd better put on a pair of shorts, Kenny. Don't let the neighbours call for police the first night we are here together!" Colin smiled. Kenny was dressed in only a dripping wet singlet. The storm was back. The crazy youngster stripped the singlet off too and threw it to Colin. Naked, and still very erect, he stood in the rain lit by the streetlight. In Colin's eyes he looked like an ancient god. "Except for the cock size!" Colin thought. "Let me dry you, sweetie!" Colin had found a huge towel and pulled the lad inside. Kenny let Colin dry his hair and his body. He was so happy to be here with the boy he adored. "I want you fuck me, Kenny. I want you to fuck me now. I have been watching your cock since you stripped in front of Dad at home. You almost gave the old man a heart attack. Maybe he had forgotten the size of your secret weapon!" Colin went down on his knees and licked the cut cock from root to piss-slit again and again. Kenny, who had been horny ever since he met his naked buddy, gave Colin long strings of slimy pre-cum. The lad was more than ready. "I think you have grown even more, Kenny. We must measure one day soon. Last time you won with one centimetre more dad. But he's still thicker though." Colin tried to put thumb and forefinger around the glans but it wasn't possible for them to touch. The thunderstorm made the old house moan. "You have to stay with me, Kiddo!" Kenny shivered, but let Colin go on sucking his spear. "I'm so damn horny!" Colin said. "But I've locked myself up for God's sake. Never thought it would be that tough. Anyway, strip me and caress me, Kenny. I have missed you � missed you all summer � missed your strong and hard body." Colin cupped Kenny's hanging balls. "You have shaved again, Kenny. The chick, or...?" "She would have cut my balls off. No, my brother does the job with a real razor. He can do you too if you want to get rid of your stubble." Kenny had stripped Colin down to his jock. It was all wet in front. "You are piss wet, Kiddo! Let me help." Kenny stretched the small underwear and freed the caged cock. He put the jock in front of his nose and sniffed with closed eyes. "Yummy!" he said. "Just as I remember!" A stroke of lightening flashed across the dark sky and lit the room. Kenny shuddered. "Bill gave me an envelope before we left tonight. `For emergency use', he said. Think I know what's inside." He hurried to find his small bag and opened the envelope. "Lie down, Kiddo, and close your eyes." Kenny almost pushed Colin down on the bed. With trembling hands, he managed to open the small lock which closed the chastity belt. He had trouble getting Colin's balls through the metal cockring, but spit helped. Now the tall lad knelt in front of young-looking Colin and took both his cock and balls inside his open mouth. Colin yelled with lust and let Kenny work him hard and dripping. The tiny dick and the hard balls loved the treatment from the stallion. "Come on, Kenny. Let's check if the new student-bed is worth the price!" He let Kenny lie down on his back before he placed himself on top with his knees beside Kenny's face. In the next twenty minutes the two did all you can do 69-styled. Colin had to take some breaks because the easy-cumming Kenny was close to shooting. He would be happy to let his buddy shoot his load over face and head, but first he wanted the huge pole inside him, all the way, all 26 centimetres (10 plus inches). "I must fuck you now, Kiddo. I must� I must�ah�damn..damn..!" Too late. Heavy spurts hit Colin's face. With trained skills, Colin managed to open his mouth for some of the eruptions. He swallowed as much as he could before he turned around and gave his mouth to Kenny. The two managed to lick and eat most of the stallion's boy-milk. "You can manage more, buddy?" Without waiting for an answer, Colin placed himself doggy, spread his legs and opened his arse. Kenny, who more than once had said that he hated to lick his girlfriend, dived into Colin's arse-crack and found the open entrance. He rimmed the smooth body with lust, and with great skills he managed to please Colin's arse, balls and dick at the same time. Colin was in heaven. He was about to get full service. "Do we have some lube, baby?" Kenny whispered. He searched around the bed but couldn't find anything. "Use spit, Kenny. I take you dry tonight. Just take it easy, okay!" Colin was desperate for an orgasm with Kenny inside, and he was in no need for `gourmet'. He just wanted some `fastfood'. Kenny was a perfect fuck-buddy. He did his job, again and again. He spunked like a geyser. He ate his Kiddo when Colin asked for it, and he even pissed on him when Colin was in the mood for dirty action. Kenny spat and used two fingers. He collected some pre-cum from Colin's dick and he prepared his own spear. Carefully, so as not to hurt his buddy, he placed his naked cockhead on Colin's rosebud. Colin went in command and pushed his hips backwards. Kenny was inside him without any resistance. One new thrust from Kenny, and his whole cock was inside. Colin howled. "Great, Kenny. Damn! You gave me the feeling of Hell, but I'm already on my way to Heaven. Fuck me, Buddy. Fuck me for all the weeks we have been apart. I need to cum. I need to cum. No mercy, please, please!" Colin begged. He begged with muscles and his hips. "Let me be your girl! Do me missionary. Her only way, isn't it?" Colin turned around, spread his legs and lifted them up to his head. "I love your pussy, Darling. Take my big man, suck him into your wet innards!" Kenny spoke with a grin on his face. "You're a damn good actor, Kenny! Just forget your chick. Make me cum. Be hard with me. Really hard." Colin let Kenny push his body even higher from the mattress. With strong arms he lifted Colin's smaller body. The pounding and Colin's whining were the only sounds now. The thunder had gone. "I'm cumming, Kenny. Yes, yes�." Colin shouted. "I want it! Fuck, I want it!" Kenny pulled out and managed to get his mouth around Colin's cock. The lad lifted the hips and moaned, a long sore cry. He filled his mate with boy-cream. He splashed into the waiting mouth. Kenny ate and swallowed every single drop. Then he hurried back onto knees and gave his slimy cock some jerks before he pointed his weapon direct at Colin's face, and drenched him for the second time. "Welcome to the new Garden of Eden, Kiddo. We'll have a hell of a year here!" Kenny tried to lie down beside his mate on the narrow bed, but in vain. With laughter from both, he landed on the floor. *** Two hours later and they had managed to organise some new furniture that Kenny's father had brought during the day. They had trouble knowing how to arrange the flat. It was originally built as one room, but the room was partly divided with a wall, without door. Colin's bed was in the part that also contained a small kitchen. Kenny's bed was placed where they planned to have a TV-set and perhaps a desk. "You asleep Kenny?" Colin whispered. "Damn, no! Are you?" Kenny answered. "What a question, buddy. You think I talk while sleep then? " Colin twisted in his bed. "This is not a good idea Kiddo. I can't sleep when I can't hear you snoring." Kenny continued. "And I need to hear you farting and scratching your balls. It's too silent back here!" Colin walked over to Kenny's part of the room. As always he slept naked, and so did Kenny who now sat on the bed. "We make the changes we talked about Kiddo?" Kenny grinned. "Now? It's one o'clock, man," Colin whispered. *** One hour later and Colin's bed was placed inside Kenny's room. Between the two beds was about one metre (3 feet) of open space, just like it was in the room they had at campus last year. "Why can't we just place the beds side-by-side, Kiddo?" Kenny asked. "Because the thunderstorm has ended! Goodnight, buddy! We have both early lectures tomorrow, haven't we?" Colin dropped the baggy shorts he had worn as a furniture mover, went up to Kenny and hugged him. The huge sportsman was already asleep. *** Thursday afternoon and Colin had finished his third and final lecture of the day. He was now on his way back to the flat. He knew that Kenny had left for the weekly rugby training, and he had a plan to test the new internet connection. The apartment building had been without proper net since the start of the semester so Colin had spent much of the time in the library when not at lectures. Kenny's father had sponsored a private router for them, and he had been around when technicians did the job. "He just loves to be close to you, Kiddo!" Kenny had commented last night. Colin was happy for the contact with Kenny's father, a man not yet forty, very fit and still active in American football. Kenny was very much like his father, but Colin knew that he and Kenny had had a tough conflict going on during the previous year. Colin was sure that Alex, as the father wanted Colin to call him, wished to improve the relationship with his son. But Colin was not stupid; since Alex had been in bed with him on one occasion last year, he knew that the man waited for a repetition. Colin waived to the security guys in the University gateway. He had looked for his security friends from last year, but there were only new guys so far. He passed the apartment buildings where some of his teachers lived, and was soon close to `home'. And the flat smelled like home already. Colin met books, papers and training gear all around, and a t-shirt and used boxers on the floor. He picked up his mate's underwear, closed his eyes and sniffed. Sweat, soap and horny man, those were the smells of his favourite buddy. "Hey Daddy! Good to see you. Perfect net now!" Colin talked to his dad through Skype. "You miss me at home?" "Aye, I do, but I had to bring my vacation to an end sometime. I have to start writing again but I'm a bit stressed." Bill looked unfocused. "You are waiting for someone, Daddy? Going to pub tonight perhaps? Is Anton around?" Colin grinned. "No, love. Anton and I had a few pints last night, but Chit will come for my massage soon. He's back from Bangkok now." Bill seemed to be watching the door. "I'm on my way for a massage too," Colin continued. "I'll meet Mr Wilkie at 5:30. He will let me use the pool out of scheduled hours too. Cool man, Mr Wilkie." "Will he still coach you Colin?" Bill knew that Colin had another trainer for some months last year. "Aye, I'm happy for that. He will test me for the A-team. He says I'm good enough. We'll see!" Colin shifted focus on his laptop. In a full-body picture his dad could see he was naked, but for the cock-cage. "You are determined, son! Still in the cage, I see." Bill swallowed. "There is an emergency every night, Daddy. The rescue team is doing a good job!" Colin smiled. "Let's be serious for a moment, son. Have you decided what subjects you will do this year?" Bill was an ambitious `father'. "I had an interesting talk with Professor Thomsen yesterday. He's very interested in�my work� so I will continue Nordic-Scottish linguistic studies, combined with English literature and Latin. I'll add a shorter course in French literature as well. `A dream of a professor' Daddy�" Colin imitated his friend Roland, and used his smooth hand gestures as well. There was a crashing noise and the apartment door was almost torn down. Kenny dived inside with oily hands. "Damn old car!" he shouted. "Say hello to Bill from me. Tell him I would like to visit his playroom next time!" He undressed in a hurry and ran naked into the bathroom. "You got the message, Dad! I'm happy. I'll be home on Saturday morning. As I told you we're going to invite our friends for a welcome party on Friday night. Has Mr Reynard sent you the tapes from last weekend?" Bill shook his head. "He hasn't, but I talked to him Monday. He was excited!" "Okay! See you, Daddy. Do have a hot evening with Chit. Love you! " He gave his dad a thumbs up and closed the net. In a hurry he pulled off the chastity belt that had been unlocked for the `video conference'. Kenny was back in the room. "Why the big rush earlier?" Colin asked. Kenny handed Colin a huge towel. "We ended training early and I'm horny, Kiddo! You have some time, eh?" Dripping wet he stood in front of Colin who dried his muscular body. Colin teased his buddy by ignoring his wet balls and his dripping hard-on. "Don't be cruel, baby. Please suck me and I'll fuck you to heaven. Missed our morning fuck. Too damn tired these days!" Kenny ruffled Colin's wild hair. "You don't remember what happened during the night then!" Colin looked at his watch - only half an hour until his appointment with Mr Wilkie. He knelt and found the huge cock, dripping with water, soap and pre-cum. Kenny placed both hands on the back of Colin's head and adjusted the position so that his big cock could manage to pass into Colin's throat. Colin looked at him with tear-filled, begging eyes. For once Kenny was in a dominant mode. Colin used to be his bossy bottom, but now he throat-fucked him really hard. After a while Colin managed to get free. He had problems breathing. "Enough, bully-boy!" Colin pushed him backwards on the bed. "Let me ride you now!" Colin climbed onto the strong body and spat on his super erection. He also found the tube of jelly and prepared the naked glans. Kenny whined when Colin gave his cock some extra hard jerks. "Spread my buttocks, Kenny. Show me how much you want me. Be my horse and let me ride you." Colin placed the cock outside his opened boy-cunt and lowered himself. He lowered all the way down in one single movement. Then he stopped and rotated. "Just fuck me, mate. Please make me cum, Kenny. I've longed for it all day!" Colin lifted his body and lowered it again. "Thought you were going to meet Mr Willkie," Kenny said. "I've heard all about his instructions." The huge boy was lifting Colin's smaller body without problems. Colin loved it when Kenny fucked him from underneath, and he gave him credit by squeezing him with his arse muscles. Kenny knew how to bring Colin to ecstasy quickly. With thumbs and forefingers, he found the lad's already erect nipples. He worked them brutally with fingers used to rugby fighting, and he even let his nails make the finale treatment. "Yeah, yeah. You're a devil, Kenny. Devil, more, eh..eh�more. I'm cumming. Yeah, no more, no more!" Colin erupted over Kenny's still wet body. Kenny's primal roar was heard when he simultaneously filled his mate's inner body with hot seed. Colin used both hands and creamed Kenny's body with his jizz. Then he climbed over his friend's body and let the white milk drip from his pink arsehole. "I think we need another shower, Kenny. We haven't tried a double shower yet!" Colin held out his hand. Kenny ignored the hand and spanked his mate's shining butt. "Why does your body turn me on?" the `straight' youngster asked. To be continued If you want to read about Colin in bed with Kenny and his father Alex, go to `Colin's New Adventures' - Chapter 50.

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Date: Tue, 20 Mar 2001 11:30:16 -0500 From: darksider Subject: Getting the Chair--Part 2 (M/M, Authoritarian) Warning: This story was written for Adults only and contains homosexual themes. If you're under 18 or the community you live in has laws against reading this type of material, please do not continue. This story is completely fictional and is not based on any actual person or incident. The theme involves torture and non-consensual sex, if this offends you, stop reading now. Getting the Chair By DarkSider ***As we join the story, the main character, Eric, a young, blonde college student taking care of a mansion over summer break, has just left the office of his employer where he was restrained and forcibly raped by a mechanized chair....*** I stumbled down the hall and back up the stairs. Everything was a blur and my whole body hurt-most especially my ass and my dick. The machine had worked me over like nothing ever before. I went in the guest room where I was staying and got in the shower. I stood there under the spray for an hour, trying to wash away the memory of what had happened to me downstairs. I still couldn't believe it. That machine had held me down and raped my face and ass for two whole hours. I got out of the hot spray, dried off half-heartedly, and fell into bed. It was hard to think that just a couple of hours ago everything had been normal. Now I was the recent victim of the meanest fucker ever devised. The crazy thing was that I didn't even have anyone to be mad at-I had willingly submitted myself to it, obviously not knowing the total control and torture it was designed to inflict. I briefly felt a rush of anger at Troy, but fuck, he had told me to stay out of the basement. How the hell could such a 'normal' looking guy have ever created something that fucking sick and twisted anyway? Jesus! My sore body gave way to sleep. ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ The next morning I awoke late. No great surprise there, I had been through a hell of a lot the past evening. I stood up, stretched, and looked down at my naked 6-foot frame. My long dick was still red and stretched-looking from the suck-off tube. I went into the bathroom and used a hand mirror to check out my poor ass. That huge fuckmonster had plowed me relentlessly and I was surprised that I even survived it. My hole was inflamed looking, but there was no blood. It felt like I had been fucked by a telephone pole though. Thank god I hadn't set that duration for any more than 2 hours or things might have been way worse. I dressed in some jeans and a t-shirt and went out to the kitchen. I made myself some toast and sat at the table thinking about the night before. I had NEVER done anything gay, or with a guy in my life. Last night though, that machine had used two enormous dicks to fuck my mouth and ass and had made me come like mad. Yeah, it had been a horrible experience, but goddamn I had never come like that. It had actually made me black out. The awful part was that when I thought about it, I could feel my long, 9-inch unit start to thicken in memory of the event. I didn't get it. How the fuck could I be feeling turned-on when I had been force-fucked against my will? The whole thing was totally wacked. I remembered that I had left my clothes downstairs last night when I had undressed for the 'massage'. I chided myself for being stupid about feeling afraid to go back down there. It wasn't like the chair was gonna grab me and fuck me again obviously, and I needed to go back to get my stuff and wipe away any trace that Troy might see of my foray into his office. He would be gone at least another few days, but it seemed like a really bad idea to have evidence laying around of what had happened. How the fuck was I going to face Troy when he got back anyway??? I still found it hard to fathom how Troy could be the guy responsible for making that twisted fuckchair. It was literally the most gross thing I had ever heard of in 22 years of living. I finally gathered up my courage and headed downstairs to get my clothes from last night's session. When I got into Troy's basement office the chair was just sitting there normally of course. It didn't grab me and try to stick a dick down my throat or anything. It was, after all, just a machine. I could see that the chair had done some kind of maintenance routine on itself since it was spotlessly clean; all traces of last night's fuck session: lube, sweat, etc., were gone. My clothes were lying over Troy's desk chair where I had left them. The computer monitor was still on of course. I sat down at the keyboard and read the screen: 'Routine SX7A Complete. Cleanup routine Complete. Next selection?' And from there was the same menu I had looked at last night before the nightmare fuck. There were at least 40 different 'selections,' but none of them gave a description of what they might entail. I looked for a "help" icon, but nothing like that seemed to be available. Troy had mentioned that he still had much work to do on the machine before it was complete. It had certainly done a number on my sore dick. I wondered if I'd ever be able to fuck again. I clicked the shutdown icon and the chair on the other side of the console retracted several of its mysterious 'arms' and the noise of the motors stopped. The monitor went blank and the office was silent. I walked over to the chair, feeling safer now that everything was shut off. I tried to get some idea of what the various attachments might be for, but there was no way to open the stainless steel enclosures which housed whatever waited inside. I knew at least a couple of these 'arms' had been responsible for the forced-fuck I got the night before. The big artificial dicks must retract inside when they aren't activated or in-use, I thought. There were many more appendages on the machine, but it was impossible to tell what their purpose might be. Now that it was over I found it difficult to picture myself trapped in the chair, impaled on two huge cocks, but the VR visor had certainly shown me the action close-up enough last night. I had to admit that I was much less afraid of the thing now that I could see it deactivated. It was just a chair.... Last night it was a mean rapist: taunting and fucking me ruthlessly. I took my clothes, turned off the lights, and locked the office. ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ I did some work around the house and watched TV a while that afternoon. As a matter of fact, I was watching a movie when the phone rang. It was Troy.... He had just called to see how things were going and wondered if everything was OK. I told him that everything was fine. Obviously I wasn't gonna mention that his robofuckchair down in the basement had nearly screwed me to death the night before. He said that a partner of his would be over that evening to do some work downstairs in the office/lab and that the guy had his own keys to everything he needed. He said just to let him in and help him with whatever, but that Rex, the guy who was coming over, shouldn't need anything much. I agree and we hung up. About 4pm, Rex showed up at the front door. He was a big guy, about two inches taller than myself, and looked like he must do a lot of free- weights or something. He had a short, black crew cut and was wearing jeans and a black t-shirt with another dark blue shirt over that like a jacket. He looked to be about 28 or so. "Hi, I'm Eric," I said, showing him in. He looked at me briefly and walked past me like I wasn't even there. "Yeah, he said, heading through the house, "I'm Rex, Troy's associate. I'll be working downstairs for a few hours. I'll let you know if I need anything." "Alright," I stated flatly, as I watched him let himself in the basement and close the door behind himself. Not real friendly, but whatever. At least I'd already cleared-up the clothing I had left in the office last night so there wouldn't be any questions to answer about that! I didn't hear anything from Rex for a couple of hours. Meanwhile I had made myself a sandwich and was eating it in front of the TV when the house intercom buzzed on the wall. I went over to it and said "Yeah? This is Eric..." "Eric, I am testing something down here and need you to help me with it. You have a key for the basement, right?" said the voice on the other end. "Alright. I'll be there in a second." I replied and switched the intercom off. I wasn't really too thrilled about helping this guy downstairs where the fuckchair had done its thing last night, but Troy had told me to assist, so that was that. I headed down the stairs. When I got to the office, Rex was sitting at the console to the chair typing things on the keyboard. He looked up and said, "Good. What I need is for you to go sit in that chair while I try some things here." I REALLY didn't want to do that. I almost said no in fact, but couldn't think of any way out of it without looking like an idiot. So I walked over to the chair and climbed in. I felt my stomach clench up and nausea tore at me as I remembered last night, in the same position, and how the chair had taken-over and used me for a fucktoy. It was really unpleasant to be in that thing again. "Now," Rex said from the desk, "tell me at what point the vibration goes from 'pleasant' to 'too-strong.'" He did some things to the controls and the chair started to massage and hum underneath me, lightly at first, then stronger. When it got to a certain point, it seemed like too much, and I said so. "Ok, that's just what I need to know," he said. "Stay there, as I have to calibrate several different controls and servos and I'll need you to tell me with each one...." He went through the same test with various parts of the chair, and I told him when the vibe was stronger than 'pleasant'. What I really wanted was to get the fuck out of this office and away from that machine. "Now I will test the overall effect that we have established," Rex said, and did something at the keyboard. The chair began to pulse and hum under me, feeling like a thousand little hands working on my whole body. Despite myself, I could feel my tension fade away and I lay back, enjoying the sensations. Then, he must have done something to the controls because it stopped again. I looked up. "Here's the problem," he said looking at me from the desk, "this thing is intended to be used on someone who is not wearing clothing, like a normal massage. It would be better if you would shuck your pants and shirt so we can give it the test under real operating conditions." I looked at him. "Uh," I stammered, "I'm not jazzed about that idea." "Listen kid," he replied, "I did 8 years in the Marines taking my shower with 20 other guys every fuckin' morning. It ain't gonna kill you to drop your gear and help me with this shit." Once again, I couldn't really tell him why I didn't want to cooperate, so I got up from the chair and pulled off my t-shirt. He sat there looking at me. "Go ahead with the jeans, dude, I would like to get this done sometime this year." Giving up, I reached down and pulled the buttons on my 501's open, revealing my pubes and dick. Yeah, I was 'commando'. "No skivvies, huh?" he said, as I pulled off my jeans. "I didn't know I'd be doing a strip show, fella," was my reply. I could feel his dark grey eyes on me, and again wished I could get out of this office. I went over to the chair and climbed in. He went through a few tests and told me just to lie back while he worked. I did, and closed my eyes, wishing I weren't laying here naked in this fuckmachine again. Of all the damn things for him to want me to do! After the massage and the vibration had worked on me for a while, I began to feel more relaxed. I was almost sleepy. Rex continued to do things at the console. Then, suddenly, I felt something horribly wrong. I opened my eyes in time to see the stainless steel bands had closed over my wrists, ankles, neck, and forehead again. Just like last night. "NO!!!!" I yelled and tried to sit up. I was restrained in the chair again. I couldn't look in that direction due to the restraints, but Rex got up from the desk and came to stand over me. "So, Eric," he said, looking at me pinned in the chair, "how did you like your session with this last night?" "What?!?!" I stammered. "I didn't, uh, what are you talking about??!??" "Eric, dude," he said smugly, "when I came in and went through the diagnostics, the first thing I noticed was that someone had been using this chair. I looked at the logs and saw program SX7A was ran last night at 11:03pm for a two-hour period. Then, I watched this." He held up a CDR. "It's a mpeg video log of you getting the shit fucked out of you by this machine. It's all right here. So what do you have to say about that?" "Goddamn! Just let me go!" I cried out. "I want out of this fucking place!" "I don't think it's gonna be that easy," he said, leaning in close to my face. "I don't think it's gonna be that easy at all...." As he spoke, I realized something awful. The voice....his voice, was the one from the headphones during last night's rape session. He was the guy who supplied the dialogue for this thing. It was his recorded voice that had talked to me and taunted me last night while I was getting fucked. I felt like crying. "I want out of this thing right now!" I screamed, and thrashed against the metal bands that enclosed my nude body. "Let me fucking go!!!" He looked down and smiled a little, then disappeared from my view as he went back over to the desk. The lights in the office dimmed, and I wondered what the fuck was going to happen. The very last thing I wanted was to be strapped in this chair naked again, and that was exactly was I had allowed to happen. Shit! I lay there for about a minute and I heard sounds from across the room where Rex was doing something. I couldn't move my head to see. I heard tapping at the keyboard, and the chair started to vibrate and massage my nude body, just like before, with me as the bound prisoner of its attention. "Kid, I gotta say, that I am really fuckin' happy I came over to work this evening," Rex said from out of view. "I had no idea what a great surprise was waiting here...." "Listen, I don't know what the fuck you guys are doing, and I don't give a shit. Just let me go, I'll leave, and never say a word to anybody about this. I promise." I hoped I could convince him to stop whatever he seemed to have in mind. This part was scaring me even more that last night's events. Then, it had just been me at the mercy of a mindless machine. Now, this guy seemed to have a whole plan worked out about what was gonna happen and I wanted nothing to do with it. "Baby, I saw the video of you in this chair getting-off Big Time," Rex said as he walked back over to where I was stretched out on the chair. "Those records don't lie, man. You had the fuck of your life. It might not have been your choice, but it got you off. And it got me off to watch you do it." Rex stood over me, looking down at my nude body that was fastened securely to the chair. I could see he had taken off his shirt but not his pants. He was real muscular, and had a tattoo on his right arm that said 'USMC'.... He reached down and began to rub my chest and pecs with his hand. I felt sick. "Here's the way it's gonna go kid," he said, "I am getting ready to do some stuff to you that you probably won't like. That's just too fuckin' bad, cuz I'm gonna do it anyway. You are in NO position to argue, you can't escape, and I won't stop no matter what you say. Does that compute?" "Why the fuck are you doing this???" I demanded. "Just because I got trapped down here last night with this fucking machine of yours doesn't mean I liked it. I'm not gay! I don't want any of this shit!" "Dude," he laughed, as he continued stroking my pecs, "I KNOW you're not gay, and I KNOW you don't want this.... That's what makes it so fucking cool for ME. If you were cooperating, it wouldn't be any fun at all." With that, he leaned over me and ran both hands over my body fully, feeling my swimmer's muscles and stopping to run a finger over my dick and nuts. Then he grasped my unit in one hand and pulled it roughly away from my body. I yelled, and that seemed to encourage him, as he pulled even harder and looked me right in the eye. "Ya got a nice package, kid. I'm gonna enjoy getting to know it better." With the hand that wasn't squeezing my nuts, he started to rub the bulge that had risen in the front of his jeans. "I'm gonna give you a chance to get to know THIS better too.... Ya know that cock that stuffed your mouth last night? That was a molded replica of my own dick here," he said, massaging his crotch. "You're gonna get the real deal this time." His hand on my dick was making me hard. I didn't want it, and my poor unit was still sore from last night, but I couldn't help myself. I was getting a boner in this guy's hand and he was stroking it along. I couldn't look down, but I could feel my dick growing. The lump in his pants had gotten really fuckin' big too as he rubbed through his jeans. "Oh baby," he said, "this is soooo fucking sweet. We are gonna make a memory here." I wanted to kill him. I thought of various things to say, but anything I offered up would only make things worse. Suddenly I lost it I guess and just started screaming and thrashing against the steel bonds that held me to the chair. He backed away and looked down, clearly amused. "Kiddo. That noise isn't gonna get you anywhere. And you surely must know that not one fuckin' person on Earth can hear you down here. Give it up." I yelled more. I called him a motherfucker and a fucking faggot. He stood there and rubbed the big bulge in his jeans while I struggled. "I think I know a way to quiet you down a little," he said mockingly. "Lookie here...." With that he started undoing his jeans. He pulled them off easily and stood there in white bikini briefs where I could see him rubbing the massive lump at the crotch. His dick almost full on hard now. He saw me looking at it and came closer, aiming the bulge at my face. "Ya see that, dude? That's the same cock that face-fucked you all night and shot jizz down your throat." He pulled off the white bikinis and I got my first look at his dick. It looked just the same as the one the machine had used on me. He stroked it a little and it was now shiny and hard; at least 9 inches, maybe closer to 10. He wadded up his underwear and stuffed them in my mouth. I tried to spit them out, but it was no use, he was in control. "Now," he said, standing there naked and hard, "I think I've heard everything out of you that I need to hear for a while. Let's have some fun..." He walked out of my sight and I heard clicking at the keyboard. A moment later, I felt, but couldn't really see, that suck-tube sliding down over my dick. I felt clear gel fill the tube, just like last time, and then in a minute or two, it started to slowly coax my dick hard by sucking and stroking me slowly. My human tormentor returned now and started running his hands over my chest again, paying special attention to my nipples. He started to pinch them, lightly at first, but then harder and meaner. I gasped through the underwear stuffed in my mouth and he looked intent on his task. Clearly he was accustomed to this kind of action and knew exactly what he was doing. I, on the other hand could only hope that somehow I could figure out a way to stop this shit before it went too far. Rex leaned over me and started to suck on my nipple. That combined with the suction on my dick from the tube, was making me aroused. I wondered to myself how the hell any of this could feel good when all I really wanted was for it to stop. I felt teeth as Rex bit down on my nipples, going from one to the other. At first he did it lightly, but then he started to get rough, pulling and biting hard. I squeezed my eyes shut and moaned from the pain. When I looked at him again, he seemed excited by my discomfort and I could see him watching my face while he bit and sucked at my now hard nipples. "God baby, you look real sweet like that, laying there helpless while I give you pain." He reached up and stroked my cheeks with his hand as he continued intermittently biting and hurting my sensitive little nips. I had never even had a chick suck my nipples like this before, much less a dude. He stood up completely and started stroking his long, thick cock. It was just inches from my face and I tried to look away. He saw this and thrust his dick forward and started rubbing it over my face and eyes. I yelled at him through the underwear stuffed it my mouth, but he seemed to get-off on that too. He pushed his dick harder against my face, thrusting against it randomly. All I could see was his giant cock forcing itself against me at close range. He stopped and looked down now at the slow blowjob I was getting from the sucktube. "Looks like we got that big blonde dick all ready for action. How's that suck rhythm, kid? Should we turn it up some?" I shook my head "NO" violently and he smirked. He disappeared a sec and of course now the sucking doubled in speed and intensity. My dick was getting stroked rough now, and the added suction was making it hurt. I looked up to see Rex standing over me stroking his big dick. "I think you can guess what I want you to do to this, baby boy," he said, stroking his unit in the direction of my face. "But I'm worried that you're gonna get some ideas about biting my dick off... So I have a little insurance policy here." He held up a remote control unit of some kind now. "This little guy controls the current to a wire which feeds into that tube that is working on your dick right now. Let me show you." He aimed the remote at my dick like a gun. I screamed. It felt like a million needles were stuck in my cock all at once as the electricity filled me. It only lasted a couple of seconds, but I started sweating and screaming through the gag for him to stop. "Yeah. I thought that would give you the idea," he said, looking down at me. "I can make that last a long time if you do anything I don't like. Got it?" I nodded yes. Rex proceeded to climb onto the chair with me. He did something with the remote and my arms moved to a position spread over my head. Then he straddled my chest with his thick, muscular legs and looked down, removing the underwear gag from my mouth. I breathed deeply and looked at him. "Please don't do this! Please!" I implored. He grinned and thrust his crotch toward my face. I closed my eyes. Soon I could feel the spongy head of his dick moving back and forth over my lips. "Jesus baby, your mouth is so fuckin' sweet. I gotta get in that mouth, kid. I gotta have it." I knew it was useless to fight. I didn't want the electro-shock on my dick again. I opened my eyes and looked at him straddling my face. He was rubbing that huge cock against my mouth. I forced myself to open my lips and let him in. I heard him moan in pleasure as his tool entered my mouth. The thickness was uncomfortable as I tried to stretch my lips around the thing. Last night, when I was being face-fucked by the chair, I didn't have to worry about doing it 'right.' With Rex's real dick in my mouth, I either sucked him good or got my cock shocked off. He pushed forward, completely filling my mouth, and his long dick started to move down my throat. I could hear him moaning "oh yeah, oh yeah" as he began to fuck my face. He mounted me and began to thrust with his hips, withdrawing and humping like he was fucking a woman. I gagged and sputtered as his dick violated my throat. Meanwhile my own cock was being insistently stroked and sucked by the tube. It was too rough to feel good and added torment to the fact that a guy was shoving his dick in my mouth. I could see Rex's face as he looked down and admired his handiwork. He was really getting-off on seeing me helpless like this: force-sucked, and face-fucked. He thrust in and out, in and out, harder and meaner with each stroke.... I could barely breathe at all now with his big tool pushing so fast, and there was no way to stop it. I was surprised at how long Rex was able to keep fucking me like that. It went on forever. Then, I felt him tense up, and his dick seemed to swell even bigger in my throat. I heard him yell, and the next thing I felt was shot after shot of hot come going into my throat and down. He was shoved in so far it was shooting straight into my stomach. He pressed his cock in as hard as he could and wiggled his ass as he filled me with jizz. All I could do was lay there and hold my breath and wait for him for finish. My dick was past the point of agony from the suck- tube. God how I wanted this to be over. When he finished coming, Rex pulled his fat dick from my throat and I struggled to catch my breath. "Oh god, baby. That was so fuckin' good. Soooo fuckin' good. Oh man!" Rex was saying as he looked down from his position straddling my neck. He took his dick in his hand and rubbed it all over my eyes, mouth, and face, looking satisfied. "Please, Rex! Take that thing off my dick, man! It hurts!" "Awwww. Does your cock want my machine to stop sucking it for a while? Too bad... Ain't gonna happen," was his reply, and he climbed off of me. He disappeared from my field of vision, and I lay there feeling the warm, vibrating tube suck up and down, up and down, on my aching cock. I was in too much pain to come but my dick felt like it was going to burst. The machine kept going. I closed my eyes trying to will away the pain in my dick. I could hear myself sobbing and moaning. I felt the sensation of those headphones closing in over my ears. The noises of men fucking came on and permeated my head. It was loud, so loud I couldn't hear anything else. The guys were groaning "Oh yeah! Take that dick! Take it!" in my head, and the tube was working steadily on my cock, making it the center of my universe. Now the visor also moved into place over my eyes. The camera turned on and I could see Rex. He was standing at the foot of the chair. He did something with that remote and my legs were spread far apart, making me vulnerable to whatever the bastard had in mind. I watched in disbelief as the camera showed him kneel in between my spread legs, then zoomed-in on his face. The fucker looked into the camera and winked at me. He moved his mouth between my thighs and I could feel him start to suck my balls. The camera moved again to show me his mouth on my sack. He licked and sucked one, then both balls into his mouth. Meanwhile the tube was still pumping away on my dick, and the fuck noises were hard and heavy in my ears. This was total-immersion sex. No ignoring it, no distractions. Rex began to get rough with my balls now, biting down on them and pulling my sack hard with his teeth. I heard myself yell over the noise in the headphones. He seemed to like that and did it rougher. Each time I would yell, he would take my balls in his teeth and shake them back and forth hard, like a dog with a chew-toy. It was agony on top of agony, and he was clearly having a blast. Then he pulled my balls to one side with his hand and did something I didn't expect. He started to lick and tongue my asshole. He knew what he was doing. I had never been in more pleasure that when his hot tongue started to push and tease my hole. I watched on the cam as he literally buried his face in my buns and tongue-fucked my ass. The sensation was unlike anything I've ever experienced. He went on and on with this tongue play until eventually I felt myself struggling against the restraints again trying to make him stop somehow. It was too much. The sucking, the tongue fucking, it was driving me crazy! He and the machine went on, giving me no rest or reprieve. I got to a point where I know I just cried and babbled after a time because he wouldn't stop, and I couldn't come. I don't know why, but the machine was blowing my dick to the point that the pain wouldn't let me get-off. It hurt so bad, and Rex's tongue on my asshole felt so good. I had no idea a tongue could do that. I was thrashing back and forth, trying to get away from it. Eventually Rex tired of this game and looked up at me through the camera lens. He must have also done something to the machine, because the sucking on my dick stopped, and I felt the tube withdraw from my exhausted cock for the first time since this had started. My dick felt numb. The visor went dark and the fuck soundtrack on the headphones went quiet. Everything went quiet. I was suddenly moved from a world of over-stimulation, to one of no stimulation at all. I could not see or hear, and all the torment from Rex and the fuckchair ceased. It was almost scarier than when I was being tortured. I lay there for an unknown amount of time with no clue as to what was coming next. I kept hoping maybe Rex was done with me, had gotten his jollies, and was ready to turn me loose. I suddenly felt something going on between my legs. I obviously couldn't see, but I had the sensation of something being fastened around my cock and balls. I had worn a cockring a couple of times and it was like that. Next I could definitely feel something being maneuvered into my asshole. Rex was down there doing some hellish thing and no doubt he would soon let me know what it was. Nothing happened at first, and then the headphones retracted, and the visor moved away from my eyes.... In the dim light of the office, I could see Rex. He was standing beside me as I lay on the fuckchair. He reached down and petted my hair. I felt like spitting at him, but didn't dare. "Ok, kid. Now we're gonna play a different game. It's called: I am going to tell you what to do, and you are going to do it without hesitation. Do you understand?" I said yes. "Fine." He held up the remote, and said, "this is in control of the cockring I attached to you. It's a special cockring that has batteries and a little electrode on a wire that runs right up your ass. That was what you felt me inserting just now. It's locked on until I take it off. Understand?" I nodded. "Now I will show you how it works." With that, he walked away from me a few steps and did something at the keyboard on the desk. Easy as pie, my restraints cycled open and left me laying there a free man. I felt like crying. "Stand up," Rex said. I was shaky, and barely able, but I climbed off the table and stood on my feet. I looked at him and wondered what he thought was going to keep me from killing him now. Yeah, he was bigger than me, but I wasn't sure that would matter. I thought about it a second, and made a decision. I quickly made to get at him where he stood by the desk. No more had I made the motion, than he saw my intent and pushed the remote. White light filled my head and I screamed as the cockring and the embedded wire in my ass sent about a zillion volts of electricity through me. I fell immediately to the floor and retched a couple of times. I thought I was gonna puke. "Ok," Rex said from where he stood. "Now you understand why that was a really bad idea, don't you? I wouldn't try it again. I can make it last longer. Much longer. Now stand up, dickhead." I struggled to my feet and stood there silently. Yeah, I was released from the fuck table, but I was still a dog on a leash for this guy. I couldn't think of anything to do. I wanted to bash his head in. "Now Eric, I'm gonna lay down here in this great chair you've been enjoying the past two days, and you're gonna do what I tell you to. Right?" "Yes," I said, fighting back the rage and tears. He came back to where I was at the black chair. He was still naked. Neither of us was hard anymore. My own dick looked red and tormented, like it had been through hell. That was because it had. Rex climbed into the chair and lay back. It was in a semi-reclining position now, so he wasn't actually laying down. I wondered what he had in mind. "I want you to climb up here between my legs," he said, and spread them apart. I got on the chair and took position between his thighs. He reached down and stroked my long blonde hair, and my face. "So fuckin' pretty, baby. Yer so fuckin' pretty.... I want you to lick my balls now, man. You're gonna find out how to do the things that make a guy feel good." Jesus. I thought of trying to get that remote away from him, but I didn't think I could get it without him zapping me again. Memory of the pain made me decide to cooperate for now. I put my head between his legs and got close to his nuts. They smelled like balls alright. I stuck out my tongue and licked, and felt him put his free hand on the back of my head, pulling me in tighter to his crotch. I licked more and started to suck his nuts, just like he had done when he had me restrained in the chair. I hated it and wanted to stop, but his hand pulled me in closer and he began to groan a little as I sucked. "Now baby, go down and tongue my ass," Rex said in his deep voice. I hated it, but I continued licking and moved lower to his ass. He pulled up his legs, spread them wider to give me access, and pushed my head between his asscheeks. I stuck out my tongue and began to work on his hole. This was nothing at all like eating out a chick. I licked slowly at first along the outer parts hoping that would be good enough.... It wasn't. Rex pulled my head deep between his legs and made me stick my tongue all the way in. He kept pushing my head harder and harder, even though I was tongue- fucking him as deep as I could. "Oh god yeah man. That's it. Don't fuckin' stop, baby," Rex was moaning as he pressed my head so hard I could barely breathe. All I could do was lick and try to get him off so I could be done. After about 15 minutes of this, he let up on my head. I pulled back and tried to catch my breath, but he grabbed my long hair and pulled my head to his dick. It was hard now, and it was obvious that I was supposed to suck. At least I wasn't pinned down being face-fucked this time. I opened my mouth wide and stretched my lips over the big head. It throbbed against my tongue as I forced myself to go down lower. Rex got impatient and grabbed my hair, forcing me down hard all the way. I gagged and choked, but he ignored that and started using my hair to pull me up and down on the huge dick. I tried to use my hand to help keep him from choking me, but he knocked it away roughly and continued using my head like a sex toy. His hard, thick cock hurt as he roughly shoved it down my throat. "Suck it man! Suck! Take that fat dick down your throat like you want it!" Rex yelled, and shoved it in deeper and harder. I was in misery trying to suck this guy off. Eventually he got enough of the rough suck he was making me do and pulled my head off his cock. I lay there panting with my head against his thigh. "Come up here. Climb on top of me," he said quietly. I did and soon was on him looking him right in the face. "Kiss me," he said, without a trace of emotion. I tried to control my disgust, and leaned forward to kiss him on the mouth. I had never kissed a dude before, and despite all the gay sex I had recently been forced into, this still felt really weird. He laughed at me. "Jesus, kid, you can't kiss worth shit. You've got a lot to learn." And then he grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head against his. Soon his tongue was in my mouth and he was doing things to me that I couldn't deny were turning me on. I reluctantly used my tongue on him too and we kept this up for several minutes, lip-locked and swapping spit. Finally he let me go and looked at me again. "I felt your pretty blonde dick get hard against my stomach while I was making you kiss me, baby. You liked that, huh?" I hated him. "Yeah, I guess," I lied. But my dick was hard as a rock now. His kissing me like that had made me get hard. It made me hate him more. "Straddle my face. Just like I did to you. You are going to get your dick sucked now by something other than the machine," Rex ordered. I sighed inwardly and did as he said. After I had straddled his face, I wondered what he expected exactly, but just decided to treat him like I would have a chick and stuck my cock against his mouth. He opened it and sucked in the head like a pro. It felt good, and I hated that too. He grabbed my ass and pulled my whole dick down in one gulp. I was surprised to see my dick go down someone's throat cuz most chick's can only take it part way. Soon his sucking got me so hot that I couldn't help it and I started fucking his mouth just like he had done to me. I forced it all the way in and pulled out with every stroke. He would not let me stop, even when I knew I was getting ready to shoot. He pulled my ass and made my dick go all the way down until I yelled and started to come. I couldn't believe how strong it was. I shot and shot as Rex kept me tightly pulled to his face. I had no choice, and the intensity of the orgasm made it seem that much more twisted to me. I hated him for making me come like this. When I was done shooting I tried to pull out, and he wouldn't let me. He kept sucking and kept my dick in his face by grabbing me around the ass. It didn't take long before this pleasure of the blowjob I had just gotten turned into another torture, as Rex made me keep getting sucked even though my dick was spent and hurting. Now he added a new trick to the sick game. I felt him slowly shoving his middle finger up my ass as he continued to force suck me. I tried to stop his action on my dick but I couldn't and against my will, I was getting hard again. It hurt like hell. Meanwhile Rex had added a second finger up my ass, and was stretching it wider while fucking them in and out of me. The brief pleasure I had received while I got-off in Rex's mouth was gone and the pain of what he was making me do replaced it. My dick hurt so bad as he continued to suck it harder and harder. I cried out in agony and that seemed to spur him on as he sucked even faster and added a third finger to my ass. I was grunting steadily now, the fingers pushing and stretching me wide. Four fingers. The bastard shoved four inside me and continued to suck. He moved the fingers continuously in and out of my tender ass and I did my best not to scream as he opened me. I was wondered if he would actually try to get his whole hand up my ass. But then he stopped, pushed me away from his face, and said, "Ok, baby. I think you know what comes next.... Have a seat." He looked down at his dick. It was rock hard. I looked at him and pleaded, "Come on man, let me just suck you off again. My ass hurts so much already from last night! I'll do whatever you want, just don't make me sit on that dick, please!" He laughed. "Nuh uh. You're gonna ride my dick until I blow my wad in your ass and you're gonna like it." He lay back and looked at me expectantly. Slowly, and with all my resolve, and edged back and positioned myself over his cock. He reached between my legs and grabbed his big dick, pointing it straight up at my hole. "Down on it," he said. I lowered my ass until I felt the thick head touch my hole. I held my breath and let my weight take me further down. Fuck! It already hurt as soon as it started pushing, and it wasn't even in yet! "Down!" Rex yelled, and grabbed my nuts, squeezing tight and yanking hard. I yelled from pain, and pushed my ass down further on the huge rod. I felt it agonizingly forcing my asshole open, pushing inside me. Somehow the fact that I was being MADE to do this to myself, instead of having someone else do it, made it that much worse. I pushed and let my weight carry me further down on the big dick. Rex groaned "Oh fuck yeah!" and I could tell he was loving it. I felt like it was tearing me apart. "Keep goin' man, there's plenty more...." Rex growled, and I sat down further, feeling the big thing sliding roughly inside me. Finally I was down as far as I could go; the pain was horrible, I could feel myself shaking. "Ride me, muthafucker. Ride that dick!" Rex yelled, and yanked my balls hard. I started to pump on the big fuckstick. It hurt so bad I was moaning and grunting with each stroke. "Faster!" Rex yelled. I went faster, working up the rhythm of my own torture, impaled on Rex's huge cock and forced to ride it hard for him. "Now, baby, jack off your dick," Rex hissed. "No!" "DO it!" he insisted. I reached forward and took hold of my aching cock while I rode him. My dick was semi-hard from the continuous sexual activity but was in no condition for a jack-off session. I stroked it anyway, knowing I would be punished if I didn't. Soon, to my surprise, the motion of Rex's dick up my ass caused me to get full on hard again. Rex grabbed my dick away from me and started jacking it roughly. "Now ride me hard while I make you shoot!" he said, and fisted my dick furiously. It hurt, but once again I was past the point of pain and was only doing what I had to, what I was made to.... I fucked myself harder and faster on Rex's enormous cock. I could feel it punching my insides like a jackhammer. Rex continued pumping my dick in his fist and my vision started to go black around the edges. I screamed out and felt my whole body convulse as my cock exploded in Rex's hand and sprayed him with thick white come. He yelled too and fucked his hips wildly against my ass as my whole world came to an end and I collapsed against his body. I couldn't do any more. I was spent. I lay there on him, impaled on his throbbing cock for several minutes. I thought we were finished. I thought he had come in me and that it was over now. I was wrong. He pushed me off of him and arranged me face down on the chair. I was still limp and exhausted and without the wherewithal to realize what he was up to. I lay there on my stomach for a second or two, and felt the chair move under me, changing shape. Next Rex was back, arranging my arms over my head and my legs apart. I heard a click, and looked up to see thick metal restraint bands had my wrists pinned down in that position. I tried to move my legs and discovered that they too were secured again. Face down on the fuckchair. I was too tired to even bother trying to fight. I couldn't see behind me, but Rex took care of that. The VR goggles were attached to my face again, and in them I could see Rex standing behind me. He waved for the cam as he positioned himself between my spread and vulnerable ass. The cam zoomed-in to the action, and I could see him rubbing the huge head of his dick over my asshole. I could feel him getting ready to fuck me from behind, and now I was restrained again and forced to watch. He pushed with his hips suddenly and I yelled as his big prick started pushing up my ass. He wasted no time with foreplay, and started pumping me hard. It felt like a bulldozer was fucking me, he pushed so rough and fast. He drilled me like that, fast and hard, for at least 20 minutes, sweating heavily on me until we were both soaked. Then he stopped, and propped himself up on his elbows while laying fully against my back. His hard rod fully impaling me, he whispered in my ear: "Hey baby. How ya doin'? "Fuck you," was all I could manage to say. He pulled out and fucked back in real rough. His weight was fully on me and his dick was all the way inside my ass. "I think we need to invite your friend to join us here, man. I think you'd like that a lot...." I had no idea what he was talking about. The angle in the visor changed now however, and moved in behind where Rex had me pinned and fucked on the chair. As the camera pulled back I could see the enormous black fuckmonster that had drilled me so savagely last night positioning itself behind us. "NO!" I yelled, and I could feel Rex start to hump me. "NO! Don't do it!" I screamed. The camera showed me what I had guessed: that the fucktool was gonna push in my ass while Eric was laying on me fucking me too. I was about to get fucked by two huge cocks at the same time. I fought against my restraints to no effect and Rex fucked and nuzzled his mouth against my ear, "oh god baby, this is gonna be soooo fucking cool." I could see that huge fucker lined up against my ass. It drooled white jizz and throbbed as if eager to get on with the job. I cried to myself and watched it start to push against my hole, already stuffed tight with Rex's big dick. He continued to fuck in and out, while the machine worked at a slightly slower pace, gently punching the big head of its cock against my already full ass. Rex cooed and bit my neck while he fucked me, "Awwww yeah! You feel that, baby? You feel that big dick getting ready to join me inside your little ass? Oh god yeah!" I could feel it for sure. It was tearing me apart as it insistently pushed against my hole and smeared jizz-lube to help it make its way inside. I could see it start to make progress as my ass widened to take it in a little. It pushed against Rex's dick and squeezed in along side it now, entering deeper. I heard Rex moan in pleasure and myself scream in pain. The pressure of the thing against my butt was too great, and I gasped as it slid inside my ass. It pushed hard, and buried itself in, right along with Rex's huge tool, and started to slowly fuck. Rex started fucking with it. The two of them worked in unison now to stretch my ass open wide enough to take them both. I watched as the big black dildo finally pushed all the way in, and Rex shoved his own dick right in with it. They paused and then the machine took over and started to fuck. He must have set it for a rough fuck, because it didn't play around. I heard Rex grunting steadily as the big machine cock fucked my ass and his dick with long, hard strokes. He bit me and taunted me while I strained to take the huge cocks up my ass. The torment was unbelievable and Rex seemed to love watching me suffer. I watched the two rapists fuck me like that for at least twenty minutes. At last Rex couldn't hold off anymore and started drilling me even harder than the fuckmachine. He screamed, and flooded my ass with hot come. The machine also tensed up, and pumped me full of jizz while Rex was still thrusting. It was beyond anything. I remember gasping when Rex and the machine had finally finished. Rex pulled out, but the enormous black fucktool stayed inside me. Rex got off of my back, kissed my neck from behind, and said, "Night, night kiddo. See ya in the morning...." And with that, I heard him leave. I was still restrained to the chair, fucked and whimpering. Eventually I must have fallen asleep or just passed-out.... Author's note: I have received many emails regarding the first installment of "Getting the Chair," and I am gratified to know people are enjoying it. Feel free to tell me that, as it encourages me to write more. Doing these stories is fun but it does indeed take time and work to make one good. --DarkSider

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Date: Thu, 29 Mar 2001 21:00:23 -0500 From: darksider Subject: Getting the Chair -- part 4 (M/M, authoritarian) Warning: This story was written for Adults only and contains homosexual themes. If you're under 18 or the community you live in has laws against reading this type of material, please do not continue. This story is completely fictional and is not based on any actual person or incident. The theme involves torture and non-consensual sex; if this offends you, stop reading now. Getting the Chair -- 4 By DarkSider *** After a rough night of forced sex with Rex and Todd, the pizza boy, we find Eric still restrained in the fuckchair with Todd still tied on top of him.... *** I awoke a couple of hours later and could feel the weight of Todd's body on top of me; tied to me between my spread legs. His dick was still pushed inside my ass by the position we were forced to maintain, as I could feel its thickness inside me. I tried to move a little to get more comfortable, but the restraint bands of the chair didn't allow me any freedom of movement to speak of, so I lay there immobilized. Todd must have been jostled by my attempts to stretch, because his head moved from where it lay next to my own and soon I could see him looking at me in the dim light of the lab. "Hey," he said, looking bashful. "You doin' ok?" "Yeah," I replied, "I was just trying to get a little more comfortable. It's fuckin' hard to sleep strapped down like this with you on top of me and all...." He looked at me and suddenly rubbed his mouth against my own, finally I kissed him back and we started making-out. It wasn't very much time before I could feel his dick thrusting inside my butt again and he started to hump against my ass, fucking me, as I lay there restrained. "God dude," he said breathlessly, "I know you might not want to be getting drilled just now, but I am tied on ya here like this and you're making me hot as fuck! I can't help it." I couldn't think of any reply, but continued to kiss him while the rhythm of his cock moving inside me continued to increase. Soon he was growling and pumping hard; I had no choice at all but to lie there and take it. He came with a loud moan after about 15 minutes and fell quickly asleep with his head next to my own. The same scene repeated itself 3 more times that night, with Todd waking up horny, fucking me till he blew his load, then falling back asleep. Rex had arranged for me to be Todd's involuntary fuck receptacle as I tried to sleep. --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- When morning arrived, I woke up feeling disoriented and sore. The first thing I noticed was that I no longer had Todd on or in me. The second was that I was no longer restrained in the chair, but was simply laying there asleep. Goddamn my ass hurt! I sat up and rubbed my wrists and legs, sore as fuck from being restrained to the chair all night while Todd fucked me again and again. I got up and went upstairs, looking around the house for signs of Rex or Todd. I found Rex sitting at his laptop in the kitchen breakfast nook, eating a bowl of cereal. "Sup?" he asked, looking up at me. "Wazzzzup?" I mocked. "Well lemme see: you left me tied up to that kid all night and he fucked my ass about 4 times. How's that for "Wazzzzup?" Rex seemed to find this hilarious and laughed out loud. I was not fuckin' amused. "You're a fuckin' asshole," I said, and proceeded to make myself something to eat. "Awwww. You boys looked so sweet like that I didn't wanna disturb you. I didn't hear any complaints out of your new boyfriend..." "What the fuck ever, man," I replied, sitting down at the table to eat. "Where'd that kid go anyhow? Did you just kick him out this morning?" "Nah," Rex grinned up at me, "he out shopping for a bridal gown... I think you're not supposed to see it till the wedding," he giggled. "Un-fucking-believable," I said, and stared at him. It was amazing what the guy took for a joke. He could do the most horrible shit and laugh about it the next morning like it was nothing. Once again I found myself feeling confused, and kinda desperate, trying to sort-out what I was really mixed-up in here. Rex had used me relentlessly. There was no doubt about that. But on the other hand, he was oddly attractive. I couldn't help but be pulled to him, despite the sick situation he had forced upon me. It was like some kind of satanic spell that I couldn't break. And now there was this Todd thing too. What the fuck was that about? "I am heading into the city for most of the day," Rex said, more serious now. "I got work to do and I gotta hit the gym. You need anything for the house or whatever?" "No," I said. "What's the deal with me being able to come and go as I please? You said yesterday for me not to leave without permission... Does that mean I'm stuck here until you say I can go or what?" He looked up at me and closed his laptop. "Well, let's see. I guess you seem to have yourself in control. You know the consequences of pissing me off in regards to the naughty pics of you that I have ready to send to your family.... I can't see any reason for you not to do what you want. Can I assume that you'll be around the house when I get back tonight, or do we still have a problem?" "Fine," I said. "There's no problem. I will live with your fucking terms; I just don't like being restricted to the house like a prisoner. I may have to put up with you screwing me like a jailhouse biatch, but I shouldn't have to hang around here like a bored housewife all day." "Good enough," he said, and left with no further comment. I ate my breakfast and took a shower, trying to wash away the sweat and sex smells of last night's activity. While I was in the shower I thought about jerking off. I hadn't been allowed to come last night even though everyone else certainly used me for a good ride and I was horny. I decided not to though, knowing that Rex would be back tonight, and I had to admit that I wanted to come with him now, not by myself. I was addicted to this guy somehow. It was fucking sick. --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- I spent most of my day keeping up the yard work and maintaining things around the house. By 2PM I was done, took another shower and got into my car, having decided to drive to my own apartment and see how things were there and pick up some additional clothes to wear while I was at Troy's place. It felt weird driving into the parking lot of the student apartments where I lived. It had only been a few days since I had been there of course, but it seemed like another lifetime ago. A lifetime before Rex, and getting screwed all night in that chair... A lifetime before I had spent the night with another guy tied on top of me, fucking me while I slept.... Yet here were the same old dilapidated student housing apartments and my parking space was waiting on me as usual. I went upstairs, passing a few people I knew in the lobby, and saying hello. I wondered to myself if I looked different somehow and realized how silly that was. After all, there wasn't a sign on my head that said "Registered Gay Fucktoy" or anything, but I couldn't help but feel like it must show somehow. When I got into my apartment my roommate Michael wasn't home. That was just as well with me as I didn't want to face him just yet even though he obviously didn't know what I had been doing out in the burbs in at Troy's house. I grabbed my clothes, looked through the junkmail that was piled up on the table for me, left Michael a brief note saying that I had been home and was going to be gone quite a while longer on my house-sitting gig, and left. There was nothing else to be done, and for some reason being at home made me even more uncomfortable than being at Troy's with the Rex threat looming over my head. I couldn't understand it. Soon I was on the highway, heading back to Troy's house and my weird new life there. --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- By the time I had stopped to get a burger, and driven all the way back to the property, it was late in the evening and the sun was getting ready to go down. The big circular driveway in front of Troy's house was not empty; two cars, the black Jag I knew belonged to Rex, and another car I didn't recognize were out front. I felt a little nervous going into the house knowing that Rex had someone else in there but hell, it was MY job to be here and look after the place. I had just as much right to be here as whoever else was in the house. When I got inside though, I found Rex, and Todd, the kid from last night, sitting in the TV room watching music videos. I entered warily. "Hey bud!" Rex said, looking up to see me. Glad to see you made it home all right. We were wondering where you might have taken off to." "Hi Eric," Todd said, smiling. He looked happy to see me. I found myself a little relieved to see him too; at least this wasn't some new person Rex had made plans for the evening with. "Hey guys." I said, and sat down on the sofa where I could see the two of them. They hadn't been sitting together or anything, I noted, and then chided myself for "jealousy" over someone to whom I wasn't even involved. I couldn't help but wonder what the definitions of my "relationship" with Rex, or even Todd were at this point. We had all had sex together, that was certain, but under the most bizarre circumstances even known. I decided to just play things cool. "I went into the city to get some more clothes and stuff from my place is all. Nothing exciting," I offered, hoping to get myself more relaxed about being here with both of them. I was definitely on edge, I realized. "We just been having some beers and watching some tube, Todd said. Ya wanna hit off this?" He said offering me an already lit joint that he'd just toked off. "Fuck, why not?" I said, and took it from him, taking a long hit and holding it. Meanwhile, he'd moved over to the couch where I was sitting and was very close. He took the joint from me and hit it again, and we shared it back and forth for a little bit until I was getting pretty buzzed. Rex had gone out to kitchen for another beer or something I guess, because when I thought to look around for him to offer him the joint, he wasn't in the room anymore. "Rex told me this morning to come on over tonight if I wanted to," Todd was saying now. "I had a good time with you guys last night. I'm stoked to be here again..." He was stoned big time already, and I could feel the lightness in my arms and legs that signaled to me that I was getting pretty wasted too. Before I knew it, Todd had his arms around me and was kissing me full on the mouth. I returned it. His little body couldn't have been more the 5' 6", but he was doing his best to push my much larger form down on the couch for a make-out session. I didn't resist really; by then I was already high and the kid's mouth felt good on mine. His hands were all over me, rubbing my chest, crotch, and ass through my clothing. Without even thinking about it, I soon realized that I was feeling him up too and returning the attention. Here I was, I thought though the sex heat, making-out with a skinny high-school punk, stoned. Fuck man, what was I doing? I didn't stop though, it felt too good, and I wanted more. After a time I looked up to see Rex standing there over us, sipping his beer and looking amused. "Hey boys," he grinned, "wazzzup with all the this?" He put down his beer and came over to where we were, joining us and making a huddle on the couch now. I soon felt his much stronger male hands against my body, and eventually he pushed me down hard on the sofa and was on top of me, pushing his hot tongue into my mouth. I could see Todd kissing and rubbing Rex from behind as Rex kept me pinned down. I tried to sit up a couple of times, but Rex wouldn't let me, and kept me on my back as he worked over my body with his hands. Todd came around to the where I could see him again and leaned to kiss and make- out with me too, occasionally switching off to make-out with Rex, it was kinda hot watching the two of them kissing and rubbing tongues right in front of my face while Rex had me pinned. I could feel my big dick growing in my jeans and was glad I hadn't stroked it off this morning in the shower; it was better to save it for now that much was sure. The heavy session continued for quite a while and I was fuckin' hot and ready for action by the time Rex let me off my back on the couch. My hands went right to his shirt and I pulled it over his head, and started to run my hands over his thick muscles, he pulled my head to his chest, and soon I was sucking on his nipples, going back and forth between them. I felt pulling on my own shirt and knew it was Todd helping to get it over my head and off. He had already pulled off his own shirt I noted, and I could see the many tattoos that ran down his arms and chest. He must have at least 10 of them I thought. Todd did something now I didn't expect in that he pulled me on top of him as he rolled back on the couch, wrapping his legs around my waist and pulling my head against his own. His tongue went in my mouth and he bucked his body against mine hard. I was surprised at the aggressiveness he showed in taking what he wanted from me. Meanwhile, I saw Rex quickly taking off the rest of his clothes, and them I felt him behind me, rubbing my back, then pressing me further down on Todd with his weight. Soon I was pinned between the two of them, and could feel the heat of their bodies and smell the hot, masculine scent of them as they used me for their boy toy. I kissed Todd hard and went down his chest and bit and sucked on his nipples, hard and excited in my mouth. He moaned and pulled my long hair, trying to make me suck harder, and I did, biting him and using my teeth. It wasn't long before I could feel Rex working on the fly of my jeans, unzipping them, and then pulling them off roughly. I then felt his mouth on my buns and he kissed and bit lightly on my ass. I heard myself whimper as I felt his tongue start to work in between my cheeks and on my hole. He spread my butt with his hands and began to tongue- fuck me, shoving it in hard and fast, making me squirm and groan against Todd. Todd was bucking and thrusting against me now, though he was still wearing his baggy sk8ter jeans. I wanted his pants off, and moved my hands down to work on his zipper. He got the idea and helped, quickly pulling off his pants. His hard dick rubbed against my own now as Rex continued to tongue my asshole. I wanted Todd, I realized. I wanted to buttfuck this kid and to have my big dick up his ass. I pushed his legs apart and started to push my cock in between his skinny buns as he lay under me. He looked up and his eyes were filled with naked lust. "Oh fuck yeah!" Todd growled in my ear. "I am totally ready for your dick man... Do me, dude." I was getting ready to reach down and position my dick against Todd's tight little ass when suddenly Rex grabbed my arms and pulled them out from under me, shoving me down on Todd hard. I tried to get up, but couldn't. Rex had his weight fully on my back now, and I could feel that huge prick, shoving roughly against my ass. He was brutal and mean, pushing his cock against my asshole hard. I yelled, tried to move, and realized I was pinned down and couldn't do anything to stop him. His big cock continued to push and thrust against my ass and soon I felt it shoving inside me. It was painful to be penetrated so roughly by Rex of course, and I knew he loved doing it mean like this. "Awwww baby," Rex was saying in my ear, "you thought you were gonna fuck Todd's ass and now my dick is up yours again, huh?" He grunted and thrust harder inside me, now completely filling me with his huge tool. I moaned in pain, but Todd pulled my mouth against his own, looking deep into my eyes while Rex started to fuck me. Rex's pushes grew harder and meaner. All I could do was make-out with Todd while my ass got used for a fucktoy. I guess Rex finally pumped me hard like that about 15 minutes before I felt his body tense up on me, and then I could feel his big unit throb and shot hot come into my insides. He yelled and bit the back of my neck, hurting me further as he came and then collapsed against my body. He left his dick inside me and panted with his effort from the hard fuck he had just given me. I was still ready to go for Todd and was preparing to start drilling him, but Rex pulled me off and said to Todd, "c'mere kid, we need to talk... You stay right there, baby," to me. "Christ man, you got your dick off, let me at him!" I said gesturing to Todd. "It's my fuckin' turn to get off, you guys have been screwing me all this goddamn time and I need to fuckin' get off!" Rex laughed at me, right in my face, and pulled Todd up off the couch. Soon they had both left the room, leaving me lying there with my aching ass and throbbing 9 inches and nowhere to stick it. I went into the bathroom, cleaned myself up a little, and waited for my dick to go down so I could take a badly needed piss. After I was done I went back into the TV room and lay back down on the couch, wondering what was going on with Rex and Todd.... This was fuckin' weird, just interrupting everything in mid-fuck like this. I was past the point of playing around, I realized, I wanted to fuck Todd, and I wanted it now. I lay there; watching MTV for quit a while, and was starting to feel pissed-off. Eventually Rex strolled into the room and came over to where I lay, flopped right down on my and started kissing me. "What the fuck, man?" I demanded pulling him off my face. "Where's Todd and why the fuck didn't you let me get off with him?" "You gotta have some goddamn patience, kiddo," he said, and went to work on my mouth with his own again. I liked it. His mouth was hot. I wanted more. "Alright baby, he said finally, "come on down stairs now and see what I have ready for ya... You been to the can lately? We're gonna be busy for a while." "Yeah, man, I'm good." I grabbed his head and pushed my tongue in his mouth, getting rough with him now just like he always did to me. He kissed me roughly back, grabbing me hair and biting my tongue. He liked this, wanted it, and he snarled at me, looking fucking evil for the first time ever, and laughed. He reached down and bit my nipple hard and slapped my ass so hard that it hurt, bad. I gasped and he laughed again and bit me on my lip. "Fuck, baby. You're learning fast now that you've given up the straight boy bullshit," Rex hissed, looking sinister, "I'm fuckin' proud of ya." I had to laugh at that. He grinned back and took my hand, pulling me to the stairs and down we went. I wasn't surprised to be led into the lab where the chair waited for me. I climbed in and lay back, wondering where Todd was. Rex leaned over me again, kissed me hard on the mouth, and walked away. In one second, the steel restraints had clicked into place over my body, now pinning me down. I was getting used to being locked in this thing, I realized. It felt natural. How fucked-up was that? The lights dimmed down to nothing, the chair began to hum and vibrate, and Rex was soon standing over me again. I felt him touching my dick, and something cold and unfamiliar being attached to it. I tried to look down, but the head restraints kept me in place. "What's that?" I said, hearing him working at my crotch. "Your new best friend," he replied. I felt something cold around my dick and balls; something heavy. Rex finished attaching it and come up to where I could see him; he leaned in close and ran his tongue over my lips. "Alright baby, you're not gonna like this next part too much I don't think, but it's gonna happen anyway. I am leaving you here now for quite a while. I'll be keeping an eye on you, but don't expect me to let you go till it's over...." Rex said, looking at me intensely. I didn't know what to say. I felt scared all of the sudden and started to say something more, but Rex had left my limited field of view and I sensed I was now alone in the lab, locked in the chair, with something cold and heavy encasing my dick and balls. I couldn't see it, but I could sure feel it there. A few minutes passed, and I heard the whine of motors engaging on the chair. The VR visor moved into place over my eyes now, and the headphones enclosed my ears, sealing out the world. Nothing happened for quite some time, but then I heard sounds in the headphones and the visor engaged to show me a room I had never seen before. It was sparsely lit, but I could see a four-poster bed in the center of the room; on it, was stretched Todd, spread-eagle and naked. As a watched Rex entered the room, also naked excepting the cockring, and looked up to the camera. "Hey Eric," he said, waving ironically. "Me and Todd are gonna put on a little show for your amusement now and you're gonna lay there and watch. If I were you, I'd try my best not to let my dick get hard while watching this. That new attachment I hooked up to your cock is a kind of chastity device. It's a chainmail mesh tube that encircles your dick and balls, all 9 inches. If you try to get hard, it's gonna hurt like fuck because you CAN'T get hard, the mesh is too thin and you're dick has nowhere to go so it's gonna feel pretty bad. Sucks to be you, man..." He grinned and turned his attention to Todd. If someone had told me 5 days ago not to get a hardon watching guys fuck, I'd have said "no problem," now I wondered if this was going to be the worst torture yet. I hadn't come in over a day despite almost continuous sex with Rex and Todd and I was already in dire need to shoot a load. This was shit. I felt pissed at Rex for making me go through this for no fucking good reason. Hell, he'd already gotten my cooperation and even my interest in having gay sex with him. Now he was going to deny it to me. Fucker. I could see that Rex had tied Todd's wrists over his head to the posts of the bed. Rex got on the bed and lay down on Todd now, kissing him on the face and mouth; Todd returned the kiss hungrily and squirmed against the restraints on his arms. They continued making out like that for a while, and I could see Rex start humping against Todd, getting into the action. Rex moved into position straddling Todd's face now, and started rubbing the head of his big dick over the kid's face. Soon he started pressing the head of his cock into Todd's mouth and I could see Todd strain with the effort of taking that big unit down his throat. The headphones gave me stereo sound of Todd's noises and Rex's moans as Rex began to face- fuck Todd, slowly at first, then harder and with more intensity. It was easy to see the outline of Rex's huge tool making it's way in and out of Todd's skinny neck. The kid was getting filled all the way. Rex started to thrust and fuck like he was drilling a chick. I could hear him groan and Todd gag while Rex stretched his throat fully with that hard fucktool. I don't know how poor Todd could stand it, Rex fucked that kid's head so hard I thought he was gonna smash his face in. Meanwhile, I could feel the uncomfortable stirrings of my own big dick as it began to grow in its mesh prison. I tried to will it away, but my cock was getting hard from watching the guys in action. As I lay there, bound in the fuckchair, the vibrations of the chair continued, and then something new; the thing in my ass attached to my cockring started to hum. I could distinctly feel the warm sensation of it moving inside me, and I gasped and thrust my hips outward by reflex in response. It grew more and more insistent now, and I realized this was going to make me hard. I tried to ignore the sensations and the images I was watching, but I couldn't help it, I need to get off bad. The vibrator started pulsing in a faster rhythm and made me moan again. On the visor I could see Rex had started using his dick to restrict Todd's air, forcing the whole thing in and leaving it there till Todd started to pull and jerk against his restraints, then Rex pulling his cock out just long enough to give the kid some air before he shoved it all the way back in. Goddamn it was hot watching Todd being forced to suck him like that. The egg vibrator up my ass was driving me crazy too and I could feel the tight sheath of the chastity device squeezing my dick uncomfortably. I winced as my unit tried to get hard and felt the cold metal bite down on my dick, keeping it from growing. It was starting to hurt pretty bad, and the warm, pulsing vibrations of that thing up my ass were making me thrust involuntarily against the torture device, making it worse. This sucked, big time. Rex got tired of suffocating poor Todd with his monster cock and withdrew it from the sk8terpunk's throat. He leaned over Todd's face and kissed him hard, driving his tongue in his mouth while Todd gasped for air from the rough face-fuck he had just received. Rex went down to the kid's nipples and began to suck and bite them. I heard Todd cry out, and he pulled against his leather restraints as Rex used his mouth to hurt the kid's tits. It was hot, watching him work on someone else the same way he had done me, and my dick was pushing hard against the inside of it's metal home-the pain making me sweat now as I realized there was no way I was going to get off with this thing on my cock and that I wanted that more than anything now. Soon Rex had moved down to Todd's dick and balls and was roughly biting and sucking on the sensitive parts. Periodically, Todd would actually yell in pain as Rex bit down on his nutsack or dick. Todd's 7 inches was rock hard though, and I knew that despite the pain, he was getting off on this totally. Rex moved his face in between Todd's ass, and then changed places to where Todd's legs were over his shoulders and his tongue was buried up the guy's ass. Todd moaned, squealed and struggled against his wrist bonds while Rex tongue-raped him. The vibrator in my ass made me fuck and thrust against my own tormentor that was sheathing my dick and it hurt bad enough to bring tears. I wanted to fuck so bad. I needed it. Had to have it. I felt something brush my mouth and had just realized I needed to shut it when the big throbbing cyber-cock of the machine pushed in my face. It was big, warm, and pulsing, just like the last time it had been in my mouth. The last thing I wanted right now was a face fuck, but it was too late to try to resist, I knew once that thing was in my mouth it wouldn't stop till the program was over. Rex had set all this up in advance, knowing the being forced to suck this thing would make my dick torture even more severe. As for my cock, it felt like it was being pressed in a vice. I knew it was straining against that metal mesh hard as hell and of course there was no chance for escape. Todd was babbling incoherently as Rex continued to work on his asshole with that long tongue. I knew how good it felt to have Rex do that, and I wished he were doing it to me. Meanwhile, the pulsing dick on my mouth had started to slowly face-fuck me, inserting all 9 inches and withdrawing while I strained my mouth around it. That thing around my cock was making it hurt like hell. I couldn't believe how much pain my hard unit could cause while trying to push out of its cage. The vibrator in my ass buzzed against my prostate, causing me to thrust hard against the air and yank against the bondage of my chair. I wanted to yell, but the cock in my mouth kept me quiet, pushing it's way down my throat over and over. Rex lowered Todd's body back down to the leather padding of the bed but kept the kid's legs over his shoulders. I knew what was coming and so did Todd. I could see that he was tense and sweating, knowing that Rex was getting ready to drill his ass as only Rex could. The guy fucked like a machine, it was brutal. Rex lined his cock up against Todd's skinny little ass and started to push. I heard Todd hiss as the big dick entered his ass and began to make its way inside. "Oh god! Rex, please! Take it easy, man! You're fuckin' killing me!" Todd screamed. Rex grunted and thrust even harder into the kid's ass. Todd yelled and groaned as the huge cock went all the way in. Rex didn't wait, but started to roughly fuck in and out, withdrawing the hard dick with each thrust and stuffing it back in fast. Todd was gasping and squealing as Rex used his ass. For my own part, I was in my own hell as I continue having my face stuffed with 9 inches of pulsing cock. My dick was smarting and stinging from the restriction of the mesh cage, but the action of the butt toy was keeping me hard as hell despite the pain. Rex had arranged his torture for me effectively as usual. I wailed around the fucker in my mouth and sweated with the exertion of my torment. Something kicked-in and I felt my legs spread far apart in the chair. I almost immediately noticed the hard nudge of the big black cock that the machine used to fuck me when I was trapped here. It pushed against my asshole a couple of times, getting me ready, then gave a hard shove and pushed in more, penetrating and inching in relentlessly. I moaned and grunted, trying to open and relax my ass as it filled me. In about a minute, it was all the way in, pressing hard against my insides and causing the vibrating egg in my ass to push on my prostate like mad. I screeched and cried as my dick continued to be squeezed by the mesh of the cockcage. The cock in my mouth drove in and out without pause, giving me no break from the continuing assault, and the enormous dick of the machine shoved up my ass, then started withdrawing slowly, and then punched inside hard and fast again, making me scream in pain. It withdrew slowly again, then pushed inside hard, like a fist. I was in agony. The show on the visor continued with Rex drilling Todd's little butt much in the same way the machine was drilling my own; rough and hard. I could clearly hear Todd groaning and panting as Rex drove 9 1/2 inches up his tight ass. The dick in my own ass was bigger and punch-fucked me just as hard. I watched Todd's sweet little face contort in pain as Rex fucked him and knew my own face, distended around the big dick stuffing its way inside my throat must look the same. The hard fuck-action continued for a long time. Rex was almost as much of a fuck machine as the thing I was strapped in to. Todd moaned and struggled to take the hard cock up his ass, and I struggled equally to take all the cock that was filling my body as my own dick was pinched and pressed in the tight mesh tube. I had no idea my dick could ever hurt so bad. I could feel the tears running down my face and still the machine fucked me on and on.... Rex pulled out of Todd all of the sudden and let the skinny body drop to the black leather mattress of the bed. He moved up and kissed the kid's mouth and wiped the sweat off his face. The next thing I saw was Rex pulling Todd's legs up high and securing them in the air with heavy black straps under his knees. Todd's ass was now fully exposed with his legs spread high over-head like that. Rex disappeared from the camera view a second, but when he returned I could see something large and dick- shaped in his hands. He had a can of Crisco, and when he got on the bed, he began lube-up the big dildo. It was at least as big as the fucker that was doing my own ass now, and I couldn't see how Rex would ever get that thing in a butt as tiny as Todd's-the poor kid was in for horrible pain. I watched in agony as the machine continued to fuck me from both ends. I felt something being attached to my nipples now, pinching them really fucking hard. I thrashed against my restraints uselessly as each nipple had something clipped on. Whatever they were, they were tight as fuck. Without warning, I clenched up as a hard jolt of electricity ran through the nipple clamps now, giving me a whole new kind of pain as the fucking continued. The electric pulse died down slowly, and then began to build again. The pulses started jolting me intermittently now, and it was horrible. I screamed around the dick that was thrusting in my mouth. This was hell. Rex finished lubing the huge fucktoy and positioned it against Todd's little hole. I noticed that he continued to stroke his own hard cock, as he got ready to tear Todd up with that big dildo. He pushed, and Todd grunted as the fist-sized head of the latex dick shoved against his ass. "Rex, man, please! It's too fuckin' big! I can't take that fucker! Don't do it!" Todd whimpered as Rex continued to push the cock into him. "Oh god baby, you're gonna take this big dick up that ass. I'll get it in all the fuckin' way--you'll see," Rex growled and pushed the dick in more. Todd screamed as the head of the big cock disappeared up his ass. Rex worked it around some, loosening the kid's butt for the rest of the long prick. I felt bad for Todd, but a huge cock was continuously reaming my own ass too, so I had other things to worry about. The pain in my tits from those electric shocks was awful; my whole body was sweating and tense as the machine's programmed assault progressed. Todd's agonized yelps accentuated my own as we were both fucked and tortured. Rex began to force more of the big cock inside Todd now and I could see the look of pleasure on his Rex's face as the sk8terboy squirmed and strained against the leather restraints. "Please man, please, don't fuck me with that thing," Todd was yelling, "I can't fuckin' take this man! Ohhhh god!" Rex shoved it in more and moved it around in Todd's protesting ass. He had managed to work in almost half the length of that big tool and he started to make fucking motions with it. He stroked it in and out, pushing it deeper with each shove. I could see that he almost had the whole thing inside the kid after about a dozen strokes. Todd cried and panted. I was panting and crying myself as my torture continued. My aching dick was counterpoint the all the other points of pain as the machine worked me over. I didn't know a person could endure pain like that. While I watched, Rex has successfully penetrated the entire length of the big dick up Todd's butt. He was fucking the kid slowly with the thing, withdrawing it almost completely before pushing it back in to the base. I couldn't believe it, but Todd was actually taking that whole thing up his ass. He was in obvious hell, and sobbed and whimpered with every stroke, but Rex increased the pace and started ramming it in at a faster pace. I watched him fuck Todd like that for at least ten minutes, all the while enduring the harsh action of the machine on my own poor body. Rex abruptly shoved the whole length of the big dildo up inside Todd. I saw him take hold of a strap at the base of the fucktoy attach it around Todd's dick and balls. Now the thing was fully embedded in Todd's ass and locked on his dick to stay there. Rex grinned and positioned the head of his own dick alongside the dildo impaling Todd. He gave a push with his hips, and started shoving the head of his dick up the tight chute, further stretching Todd's already agonized ass. I could see that it was taking some effort, but Rex's dick started inching up Todd's butt after a minute as Rex shoved and thrust. He kept forcing it, and eventually the whole length of his cock was next to the big dildo inside the sk8ter's hole. He waited a second, and started to fuck. Todd was beyond protest now and lay there sobbing as Rex started to use his overfucked ass for pleasure. "Oh fuck yeah!" Rex yelled. "That's so fuckin' good. Oh baby, your little ass is so good. I love it man! I fuckin' love it!" He began to fuck Todd hard, and I could see the absolute look of fulfilled animal lust in his eyes. This was what he lived for: dominating and pain- fucking. Rex screwed little Todd like that for a long time. The pain and torment on Todd's face mirrored my own as I got fucked just as hard and mean by the chair. All I could do now was lay there and watch. How I wish I could reach down and take that fucking thing off my cock! I just fuckin' wanted to jerk off now. Anything! I just needed to blow a load. My balls were pulled up tight and my aching dick had nowhere to go, entrapped in its metal prison. Finally Rex had enough of abusing Todd's asshole and I could see him thrusting even harder and meaner as he neared his orgasm. He yelled- out "AWWWW FUCK YEAH!!!" and I saw his ass clench as he shot his big load up inside Todd's butt. He thrust hard a couple more times and collapsed against the kid's spread body, panting with the exertion of having fucked for so long and hard. Meanwhile the programmed action of the chair continued assaulting my mouth, ass, and nipples. While I watched Rex rest against Todd's immobilized body suddenly the big dick that was shoving down my throat over and over, tensed, expanded, and started shooting load after load of warm, thick liquid into my mouth and throat. The much bigger prick up my ass seized-up as well, and I felt my ass being filled with hot, sticky come. They both shot over and over, and I was forced the swallow the salty blasts of the dick in my mouth as it was in to far for me to spit it out. Finally they finished. The tool in my mouth stayed-put, about 4 inches in, and the big cock up my ass pushed all the way inside and lodged there, now motionless. The electro-shocks to my nipples stopped, but there was no reprieve for my aching dick, swollen and hurting inside the tight cockcage. I moaned in agony, wishing to god I could just be allowed to come. Eventually I saw Rex pulled his big dick out of Todd's ass. He left the giant artificial cock inside him though. He reached over and grabbed a little padlock of some kind, and used it to lock the dildo's strap on the kid's dick and balls. There was no way that big cock was being removed from Todd's butt until that lock was undone. Rex removed the straps that were holding Todd's legs in the air, but left the ones securing his wrists to the bed. Todd said nothing, and his eyes were closed. I think he'd passed-out during the intense fuck and was no longer conscious. There was no fucking way he'd gone to sleep! Rex disappeared from the camera view, and nothing happened for several minutes. The next thing I noticed were the goggles pulling away from my eyes. I could see Rex standing there in the dimly lit room, naked. He stroked his red, swollen cock and looked at me, still laying there in the chair, face and ass fucked for his entertainment. He said nothing, but continued to pump on his slicked-up cock with his right hand. Eventually he came over and started caressing my nipples. Then I felt searing pain as he reached down and started to play with my dick. It was swollen and painful inside the tight metal mesh, and any touch was agony. He thumped and manipulated it roughly while he continued to jack-off, obviously excited by my pain. After a few minutes of this, he moved between my spread legs and I felt him start to push the head of his cock into my ass where the big machine-cock already penetrated me. He grunted and thrust and I could feel his hardon shoving up in me. He reached down and continued to rub my dick now, making me cry in pain around the dick in my mouth. It didn't take him long to fully insert his dick and start fucking my ass along with the machine cock already inside. I felt the length of his big pole pushing and probing me while he roughly massaged my aching cock and balls. I knew he had just gotten off in Todd, so this would be a long, hard fuck to get him off again. I was right. He fucked and fucked. He drilled me and squeezed by tortured cock like that for twenty minutes before he finally groaned and shot his load into my ravaged ass. When he finished coming, he withdrew his dick almost immediately. I couldn't see anything from where I was restrained, but I heard tapping at the controls of the keyboard and soon the fake cocks impaling me slowly withdrew. I gasped for air now that I could, and then screamed out in pain as the machine unclamped my nipples. Having those things removed hurt almost as bad as having them put on to begin with. In a second I was free again, the machine had released me. I struggled to sit up, but could not. The strain of my muscles against the chair while the machine had worked me over was too much and I was exhausted. Rex came over to me and offered me some water that he had to help me drink, since my arms were too shaky to hold the cup. He kissed me tenderly on the mouth then and told me to come with him. I tried to sit up again, and with Rex's help succeeded in getting shakily to my feet. Rex propped me up alongside him and we went down the hall to where I could see an open door. As we went inside, I realized this was the room where Rex had just screwed Todd. The skinny, tattooed body of the sk8terboy lay there on the black leather bed, wrists still pinned to the head posts. Rex helped me to the bed and I lay down there wearily. He leaned over me, stroked my hair and face, and kissed me again on the mouth. "Thanks, baby," he said and turned and left the room. I heard the thick metal door close solidly behind him and realized I was probably now a prisoner in this room with Todd. I was too tired to care. My dick was finally starting to lose its impeded erection, so my pain was easing. After a few minutes, I fell into a deep sleep, lying there next to Todd on the padded leather mattress of the fuck bed.... --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- -- --- --- --- -- - --- --- --- --- When I woke up, I was cold and needed to piss. I looked down at the cockcage and wondered if I could. I looked around the strange room and saw there was at least a bathroom down here. I went in, and maneuvered the metal mesh on my dick until just the tip of my dick pushed out the end of the tube-that's as far as I could extend it. I held it that way and pissed. There was a sink and a cup, so I got and drink and went back in to check on Todd. His wrists were securely fastened to the bedposts with little locks and I couldn't see any way to get him free without tools of some kind. I found a black blanket in the corner of the room and covered him so he wouldn't be cold. My movement around the room must have waked him because he looked up at me now, the dim light shining in his confused blue eyes. "Hey man. What's happening? Rex was fucking the shit outta me and then I musta blacked-out. Where's he at?" Todd said. "He brought me in here and left me. I fell asleep too. I know what he did to you cuz I was strapped in that fuckchair watching it all through the camera.... He came in and raped the fucking hell outta me after he finished with your ass. I don't think he ever gets enough fucking." "Christ, man," Todd sighed, "that shit fuckin' hurt! I kept telling him to stop but he wouldn't! What the fuck!?!?! There's something up my ass still!" "Yeah," I said looking down between his legs now, pulling back the blanket a little. "He shoved that huge dildo up inside you and it's locked-on by a thick leather strap that's on your dick and balls. I don't think I can get it off without a file or something," I said, examining it. Todd squirmed uncomfortably, realizing there was a 12" fake cock shoved up his ass that wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. "Fuck, man!" he exclaimed, "are you sure you can't pull it out?" I tried, several different ways even, but I couldn't figure out any way to get that thing out of him without ripping his dick off in the process. The strap was on tight, and it was making Todd's 7 inches stand out just like the cockring I was wearing did to my own. At least he didn't have a wire-mesh cage around his dick.... "It's not coming off without tools or the keys to that lock, dude. I'm sorry," I said. "What about my arms, man," he responded. "Can you get them undone?" "No. I already tried, you're locked up tight." "Shit. How long do you think he'll leave us down here like this?" Todd whined, looking around the room. "I don't know. I'm not even sure how long I've been in here with you. Feels like a couple of hours at least." We sat there looking at each other for a while and talked a little. He was a cute kid, I had to admit, and seeing him stretched on the bed like that was making my dick want to get hard again. I tried to ignore it, since there was no way I COULD get hard now. Finally I lay down on the bed next to Todd and pulled the blanket over the two of us. He felt good next to me, and I could smell the sweat of sex on him. It made me want to fuck. Once again I reminded myself that I couldn't. "Eric, I just want you to know that I think you're really kewl, dude. I really like being with you, even if it's when I'm tied up like this with a big cock shoved up my ass," Todd said quietly. I looked at him and moved closer, then kissing him on his sweet mouth. He returned the kiss and soon we were tonguing each other. I thought about the futility of getting turned-on while I had the cockcage locked on me though and pulled away. I didn't want to get hard again, it hurt too much. "Awwww, don't stop, dude!" Todd complained when I pulled back. "I'm all stretched out here with a dick up my ass and it's making me horny. Rex didn't let me jack off or anything, he just fucked the hell outta me and left me here. C'mon and help me out." I thought about that. Yeah, I couldn't do anything for my own dick, but I could at least get the kid off, I thought. I started kissing him again. "Dude, my dick's so hard..." he said after a while. "Please, man, touch it for me. Jack it off." I reached down under the blanket and found the hard dick, pulsing, and in need of attention. I wrapped my hand around it and began to stroke him. He moaned: "Fuck yeah. You're hand feels really good on my cock. Don't stop...." I worked on his dick with my hand for a while and continued to kiss him. Finally I decided to work on his nipples and moved my head down... I bit and sucked them lightly, making him squirm and pull against his restraints. It was hot, and my cock was trying to get hard again in it's tight cage. I tried my best to ignore the pain and moved on down to Todd's cock. I realized I wanted to suck him... I couldn't do anything about my own need, but I wanted this kid to get his rocks off. "Oh Jesus, man... Are you gonna suck me? God I'd love that soooo much, dude," Todd said breathlessly. My reply was to wrap my mouth around the head of his dick and use my tongue on it. He groaned really loud and I knew he was in heaven with the feeling of my mouth on his cock. I sucked him in deeper and realized it was a hell of a lot easier to suck Todd's normal-sized dick than Rex's gigantic one. I took him all the way down my throat and began to bob my head up and down on his throbbing tool. He gasped and thrust it against my face. "Turn around here, man. I want my mouth on your ass while you suck me off," Todd said. I moved on top of him and continued sucking his rigid 7 inches, while now feeling his mouth on my ass. He kissed and sucked on the skin of my butt. I couldn't help it, and despite the pain in my hardening dick, I pushed my ass back against his mouth. Soon his tongue was pushing inside my hole and it felt really fuckin' good. I ground my ass against his thrusting tongue and sucked hard on the dick that was filling my mouth. This went on for some time, and the pain in my cock was worse as his hot mouth worked on my asshole. The mixture of pain and intense pleasure was torment, but I took my mind off of it by concentrating my effort on Todd's dick. I could see his balls pulling up now, and knew he getting ready to shoot off. He thrust a couple of times with his hips and then flooded my mouth with his hot come. I pulled him down deep and let him shoot. I felt the pulses of come going down my throat and into my body. I wished my own dick were free to do the same in his mouth and ass. When he was done, I pulled off of him, kissed him deeply and we fell asleep there like that, with him still impaled on the dildo and bound, and my cock restrained and unfulfilled in its metal cage. Authors note: Once again, thanks for all the emails. I have answered a few, but it takes a lot of time to write this story and tend to correspondence also. I do read each and every email that you guys send me though. See ya for the next chapter.... DarkSider darksider@subdimension.com

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Date: Sun, 18 Mar 2001 09:03:48 -0500 From: darksider Subject: Getting the Chair (M/M, authoritarian) Warning: This story was written for Adults only and contains homosexual themes. If you're under 18 or the community you live in has laws against reading this type of material, please do not continue. This story is completely fictional and is not based any actual person or incident. The theme involves torture and non- consensual sex, if this offends you, stop reading now. Getting the Chair By DarkSider I'll never forget that summer when I got the job working for that inventor guy out in the burbs.... I had answered an ad in the newspaper for some guy who needed help maintaining his house and property. The estate turned out to be really swank, and the pay was right. I was damned happy when he called me back to give me the job. So for two weeks I worked for Troy at this huge house just outside the city. It was a far drive from my own apartment, but the money I was making more than made up for that. I was saving for school in the Fall as this was to be my Junior year of college and I was running low on financial aid. Having just turned 21, things were going well for me: I was doing ok in school, I had been scoring pretty well with the chicks since I had been in college, and hey, most people seemed to think I was fairly good-looking. I am almost 6 feet tall, have light blonde hair which I wear shoulder-length, and cool blue eyes. The magic gene pool in the sky had been kind to me. I worked out and swam quite a bit, so the bod was always in top shape. I wasn't really muscular per se, but hard and lean for sure. My name, by the way, is Eric. Anyway, my work at the estate was mostly cleaning and yard duties. Troy was cool to work for and didn't hassle me about little shit. He mostly just wanted somebody trustworthy to do the things he had no time for around the property. I didn't see all that much of Troy, but at his young age, I guess 30 or so, he had made a hell of a lot of money doing something to be able to afford this place, that was for sure. He spent most of his time in his workshop down in the basement with all the computers and various other equipment he used for his profession. One day, after mowing the entire property, dead tired and sweaty from the sun and heat, I went in the house to grab something cold from the fridge to drink. I noticed something wrong cuz the OJ I snagged was only lukewarm. Sure enough, the fridge was broken. I went through the house and knocked on the basement door where Troy usually worked at this time of day. No answer. I knocked again. Nothing. So, I opened up the door and yelled downstairs for Troy. No response. Troy had told me to stay out of the basement due to all the delicate equipment down there and stuff, so I had never even been down, but I needed to tell him the fridge was out before all his stuff went bad. I didn't want to be responsible for all that mess. I made my way down the narrow stairs to see if I could find him. The stairway opened to a largish room which was dimly lit. There were old computer consoles and various equipment that I didn't recognize laying around, but no sign of Troy. I went through the room and down another hall where there were several doors, all closed except the one at the end of the hall where I could hear the clicking of someone typing at a computer keyboard and various other machine sounds. I called out Troy's name again, hoping he wouldn't be pissed that I had come downstairs. "What!?!?!" he said excitedly, poking his head out of the room at the end of the hall. "Troy, I'm sorry to bug you down here and all, but the fridge is on the blink and I though you'd better know right away before everything goes bad," I hastily replied. "Oh," he said, looking uncomfortable for some reason. "I suppose that we'd better do something about that right now. He returned to the workroom had been in and I walked on down the hall to finish the conversation. As I got to the doorframe, I could see a large black leather chair of some kind in the middle of the room. The unusual part was that is that it was hooked up to his computer with a bunch of wires and stuff, and there were all kinds of weird looking attachments on the chair that I couldn't identify at all. "What's that???" I said. He turned around from his telephone conversation and looked startled for a second. "Uh, it's a special massage chair I am working on. A kind of medical device I guess you'd say." He finished his phone call and turned back to me once again. "Here. I don't normally let anyone even see my projects while they are in the design phase, but since you're already down here, I guess it can't hurt to let you try it out." With that, he motioned me to the big black leather chair and I sat down. It was vaguely like a dentist chair in shape, but much larger and sturdier. For the life of me, I had the impression that I was sitting in a big hand. It even felt warm. "So what does it do?" I said, looking up from my seated position to where Troy had gone to sit at his console. "Well, it does a lot of things, he said, but I'll just let you get a taste of the body massage and see what you think about that." He typed something on his keyboard, and told me to lay back and relax. Soon a gentle vibration came from the entire chair, then, I started to hear sounds coming from underneath as various mechanisms whirred to life and the whole thing started to undulate beneath me. My whole body felt as though it were being rubbed all at once by a dozen hands. It was really something. "What it's doing right now is just the basic body massage," Troy explained. There are rollers and ultrasonic gadgets under the padding of the chair that produce the effect." "Feels great!" I said, almost sighing. "I want one of these!" He laughed and did something to the keyboard, and the motion of the chair stopped. "Well, I've got a lot more programming and tinkering to do with the mechanisms before this will be ready for the public. And it'll cost a fortune!" he quipped. "Mostly this will be used by the very rich who can afford expensive toys." "Yeah," I said, standing up, "that's the way it always goes. But what does all this other stuff do?" I asked, motioning to all the odd-looking devices placed in and around the chair unit. "That part's a secret," Troy replied. "I can't tell you all that stuff or you might run off and "invent" one of your own," he laughed. "Ok, thanks for letting me try it out though, it felt great. I could have sat there forever." "Yeah. It's a special creation," he said. "Now, here's the deal: I just found out I have to fly out of town for at least a week starting tomorrow morning. I really want you to stay here in the house and keep an eye on things if it's not too big of an imposition. You can stay right in the guest room." "Oh. I wasn't expecting anything like that," I said. "But I don't have anything planned in particular this week, so it should be fine." "Great!" he said as we made our way back up the long stairway from the basement. "I would really appreciate it, and I will compensate you for this a bunch on your next check, I assure you. One thing though, I don't want any people besides you in the house while I'm gone, and leave the basement alone as usual. There's too much expensive and delicate work down there that you could fuck up." "No problem Troy, you know I will take good care of the joint." "Yeah, I know you will. That's why I hired you--you just struck me as trustworthy." --------------------------------- So the next day, I came to the property early in the morning. On the front door was a note from Troy saying just to let myself in and to keep things under control while he was gone. I didn't anticipate any troubles. Most of that day, I spent doing my regular house chores. The guy came to repair the fridge, I washed up all Troy's dirty laundry and folded and put it away. Just the regular routine. By 4pm, I was done with all the stuff I had to do and realized that I had the run of the place for the rest of the night. The work I needed to do was all done, and the next week or so should be cake! I grabbed a wine cooler from the kitchen, made myself a sandwich and took it all with me into Troy's den where I watched movies on the wide-screen HDTV. It was my own little taste of the high life, I thought mirthlessly. It would be many years of hard work before I'd ever afford a place with this kinda perks, that was for sure. By the third day, the new had worn off, my work around the house was either done, or not really in need of attention yet. I read some of Troy's computer books from the den, and watched more movies on the HDTV. It's funny how quickly you can get used to having really nice things and how quickly they stop being entertaining. I thought guiltily about calling some friends and having them over, but then again, I'd promised Troy I wouldn't and I liked him and didn't wanna fuck up this job. By that evening, I was literally climbing the walls with boredom. I thought about going out and trying to get some action with a chick, but I couldn't bring her back here anyway, so that was out. Fuck, I was getting horny, and Troy didn't even have any porn in his video collection I could jerk-off to. I knew because I'd looked the first night. So I was stuck in this huge house, no women, no porn, no nothing. Then, I remembered the basement. If I was a rich guy like Troy, I'd probably keep a porn stash somewhere down there where it wouldn't normally be found be any houseguests. I considered going down there to check and see what I could find. I wouldn't mess with anything, I'd just find whatever he had around that I could jack to, do my biz, and put it back so nobody was the wiser. No harm done. My boredom and horniness did the rest of the thinking for me, and before I knew it, I'd used my key to unlock the basement and was headed downstairs. I had a little trouble finding the switch for the lights when I got down, but eventually I found myself in the main room where all the computer junk was stored. Nothing here, I thought. If he's got any magazines or anything stashed down here, they're probably in his desk. I went down the hall, and tried the doorknobs to a couple of the rooms I hadn't seen. Locked. I tried my masterkey, but none of them would open for it. But, when I got the the office at the end of the hall, my key opened that lock just fine, and I walked into the room with Troy's desk and that big black massage chair thing. First, I tried his desk drawers to see if maybe there were some magazines or even videos that might be interesting. I was greeted by nothing but staples and computer disks and stuff like that. I checked around the VCR cabinet that was in the office, and didn't find anything there either. Shit. Apparently rich guys never jack-off. Or if they do, they hide their porn pretty fuckin' well. With that, I sat down at the desk and contemplated my next move. The computer was there I thought, so why not try to go online and see if I can at least find some porn there I can jack to so I can get some damned relief. I booted up the computer. When it came online, I didn't get the usual Windoze menu, but some kind of start up routine for that massage chair. Dammit again. I sat and looked at the screen. Then I thought, 'what the fuck?' I'll start the old massage up, climb in, and stoke while I get my back and buns rubbed by the chair. It'll be better that nothing, and that chair felt pretty damn good the last time I'd sat in it. I went though a menu of stuff on the screen for the chair. There were several pre-programmed routines, but no descriptions were given so I didn't really know what any of them would do. Finally, I clicked on something called "SX7A." 'Duration?' The screen queried. '2 hours', I clicked. 'Selection Complete. Remove all clothing and be seated. The chair will activate in 3 minutes.' Wow, "remove all clothing?" I was gonna jack-off anyway, so I did as the monitor screen had suggested and climbed in the black leather palm of the thing. It was warm again, and I could feel a slight humming from inside as I lay back, waiting for the massage to begin. Slowly, the vibration started, and the little fingers or whatever they were started to move beneath me. It felt real nice. Lazily, I reached down and started caressing my long dick. I've got a big one, and it was way overdue for some action, even if it was just my own hand. With the chair rolling beneath me, I was hard in less than a minute; my full 9 inches standing straight up in the air. I spit in my hand a couple of times to get my dick wet, and started slowly jacking, taking my time and letting the motion and vibration of the chair help me get turned on. It was feeling really good. After a few minutes of laying there stroking, something new happened. They chair automatically reclined further back and a voice from the computer speakers said: "place your arms on the armrests and your feet in the footrests for Phase Two. Phase Two will commence in 10 seconds. OR push the red button on the console to abort now." What the fuck was 'Phase Two?' I wondered as I stopped jacking my cock. Well, might as well give it a try. I have the damn thing going now I suppose. I put both my ankles and my wrists in the place obviously designed for them and laid my head back against the headrest to see what would happen. 'Phase Two Commencing', the computer voice announced. With that, I got a REALLY big surprise. Silently, thick stainless steel bands enclosed both my wrists, ankles, forehead, and neck. In one second, I was locked in the chair tight. Shit! I immediately started to struggle against the shackles that had encompassed me, but I could tell right away it was no use. I was trapped. I could just barely move my head enough to look down, but I could see the thick metal bands around my wrists and ankles were not going to budge for anything I could do. So I lay there, naked, restrained in a vibrating massage chair that suddenly had it's own agenda. I guess whatever 'Program SX7A' was, I was getting ready to find out. At first, nothing changed except that the vibration of the chair seemed to grow a little more intense. I could hear the sounds of different mechanisms doing something around me, but since I couldn't move my head really, I couldn't see them. Then abruptly then chair began to change configuration and my legs were spread wide apart. After that the restraints around my wrists moved them away from my body, and finally stopped with my arms now pinioned in an "X" over my head. Basically I was now spread-eagle for whatever was coming next. The next thing I knew, I could feel something like headphones closing over my ears. No sound came out--just the feeling of headphones. Then, some 'virtual reality' kind of thing moved into place right in front of my eyes. It lined itself up at the proper angle, and the next thing I knew, my vision was totally obscured by dark goggles. I could now neither see, hear, nor move even an inch. I was getting really, really scared, and had absolutely no way to get any help. I know I must have been yelling like mad, but there was no one to hear it. The chair itself now started to do that massaging motion again, along with a deep vibration. If I hadn't been so fucking terrified it might have actually felt good. I kept trying to figure some way out of this, but nothing at all came to mind. Next, I heard sounds start to come from the headphones. It took me a little bit, but eventually I recognized it as the noises of sex. Grunts, groans, things like "ah fuck yeah!" all in men's voices; all being pumped into my head while this chair did its thing. The sex noises grew louder and settled into a steady and constant background theme for my experience. It sounded like about 20 guys all together in a room jacking off and sucking each other or something. The moans were ceaseless in my head. Someone had made a soundtrack just for this purpose. The massage went on for bout five minutes, but then the goggles activated and I saw something new. The camera angle was unmistakable; it was me, locked up tight in the chair, writhing and straining to get free of my restraints. I couldn't believe this was happening, but I could sure see it well enough due to the VR visor placed over my eyes. I had nowhere else to look. Now the camera zoomed-in. Soon I had a good close-up shot of my own dick. Still hard, it stood straight up from my spread-eagle form. Poised immediately over my big unit was a clear-plastic tube or something like that. I couldn't see much of it as the camera was pointed right at my cock, but I knew something really wacked was coming. Again, I struggled against the steel bands to get free. No change. I was totally pinned. Behind the goggles on my eyes, the camera was showing me the tube thing now starting to make its way downward on my hard dick, slowly engulfing the entire length until I could feel the end of it pressing against my groin. My cock was now trapped in a warm tunnel; it seemed to vibrate lightly as it secured itself to my dick. As I watched on the visor, the tube filled with some kind of clear, thick liquid. I guessed it was a lube of some kind. At first nothing happened, but then I noticed that the liquid had "set"--like caulk--and had become a clear, thick mold around my hard-on, giving a perfect fit to whatever the thing was intended to do. The intent soon became apparent. The tube began to move very slowly up and down on my dick. I was being forced to fuck this thing. I had no choice, it was gonna suck my cock. I could see that somehow constant suction was being applied to the tube because my dick was being stretched and pulled to enormous proportions with each slow stroke the tube now made. I can't really describe how it felt, but no mouth will ever suck a cock like that thing did. It felt TOO good. Good to the point of pain. Over the groans and sighs of the men on the headphones, I could now hear my own involuntary moans and cries as the tube sucked on my big dick. The camera was close-up on the action, so there was literally nowhere else to look other than watching this thing work on my cock with horrible slow strokes. A couple of times I thought I was getting ready to come. I think if I hadn't been so afraid, I probably would have. But after about 15 minutes of the excruciating suck-off, the tube engulfed my hard-on all the way and stayed motionless. Meanwhile the camera angle was changing again on the VR visor, giving me a look at what was next. A black leather device of some kind was now being maneuvered around my balls by the machine. I think they call those things a "parachute". At any rate, it was soon affixed to my nuts and the camera pulled back enough to show me what it was going to do. It was gonna stretch the fuck outa my sack. That's what it was gonna do. I felt the first tug as the machine began to pull slowly on the small chains attached to the parachute. I watched in agony as the camera showed me my own balls being pulled taught from my body. I could still see my poor dick encased in that tube thing. This was torture for sure. After the fucker had stretched my balls to the point where I thought they were gonna rip off any second, I could see that it had stopped and now the camera showed me what I already knew: that the suck-tube was now moving up and down on my unit again, this time faster and more aggressively. I heard myself cry-out in pain as the fiendish fucking thing worked on my cock and balls and made me watch every second of it close up. The pain in my nuts was terrible, but the suck-off the tube was doing balanced the agony somehow. Over and over, I watched the tube push its way down on my dick and suck it right up to the very tip before going down on me again. It went faster now, much faster and harder, pistoning my poor dick like nothing ever had. I knew I was screaming, but the male orgy sounds in the headphones was louder and louder, turning the entire experience into sexual torture that I wouldn't have ever imagined. The VR visor was showing me every moment of what happened to my aching dick and balls, and I was spread-eagled and totally helpless to stop any of it. On and on the tube went, sucking my dick in the worst way imaginable. Finally, I felt myself starting to become numb to the experience. I wanted to come, but couldn't. I wanted to get out, but couldn't. All I could really do was watch the chair rape me. Then a really horrible thought came into my head. How far was this shit gonna go? This fucking machine had already shown me that it could pin me down and torture my cock. What if there were worse things coming? Jesus. As if in answer to my thoughts, the tube on my dick soon slowed, and stopped with my entire length still throbbing inside of it. The thing that was pulling my nuts didn't ease up a bit however. I wondered what would happen. I lay there long enough to catch my breath, and then felt something warm brush my lips. At first I though it was my imagination, but the visor camera moved to show me the next phase of my ordeal: poised directly in front of my mouth was a cock. Not a real cock, to be sure, but a damn good replica of one attached to yet another part of the machinery of the fuck chair. It was about a centimeter from my lips. I immediately figured out what I was NOT gonna do and put my lips tightly together so it couldn't make it's way into my mouth. There was no way I was giving head to this goddamn thing. The camera angle moved in extra close to my mouth and gave me a good look at my enemy. It was a large latex dick of some kind. It had veins like the real item and was about 9 inches long. There must have been some tubing on the inside, cuz the thing had a drop of come on the end; pearly white, and dripping off as it throbbed. I watched in horror as it now pushed gently against my lips, seeking entry. I kept my mouth tightly closed. The substance on the end of the fake dick smeared as it moved back and forth over my lips, teasing me. I couldn't believe it, but over the moans and cries on the headphones I now heard a deep male voice saying "open your mouth, baby... suck me... suck me... Open up man, I'm gonna fuck your face." I held my lips tightly closed as the dick pushed against and taunted my mouth. The guy in the headphones kept imploring me to suck "him". This was a total nightmare. Then a new trick. The thing must have been set to make me open up in the eventuality that I wasn't cooperative because suddenly the pain in my balls grew WAY worse as the machine started randomly yanking them hard. Despite myself, I accidentally opened my mouth to yell from the torture, and yes, the dick pushed right in past my lips and teeth when I did. I now had a fake dick in my mouth. I could see from the camera that I had about three inches of the cock inserted in my mouth, which was now stretched wide to encompass this thick intruder. I tried to push it out somehow but it wouldn't budge. The heavy male voice in the headphones was saying, "that's it baby, that's what I wanted, now you're gonna get your face fucked real good." The thick cock pushed in hard now, filling my mouth and making me gag as it inched down my throat. I watched in terror as the camera showed me sucking the hard, throbbing tool all the way down. I now had nine inches of fat dick rammed down my throat. It stayed down just a second and started pulling out. The guy in the headphones moaned in pleasure and I tried to catch my breath, but the prick moved in again too fast for me to stop it. All the way down again to its base. Nine thick inches of dick down my throat. Over and over the dick fucked my mouth, stopping only long enough to let me get a quick breath between each stroke. It pushed in harder and faster as it went along, just like a real guy would when he was getting off in somebody's mouth. I lay there and watched myself getting face-fucked for about ten minutes, and then felt some relief as the suck-tube started working on my own cock again. Soon, the tube blowing my dick, and the cock stuffing my throat were moving in unison with each other, going faster and faster as they violated me. The headphone sex sounds really pumped up on the volume as the guys started making noise like they were coming. I realized that I was getting ready to shoot also, even though I really didn't want to give myself over to this fucker of a machine I was trapped inside. This was the ultimate mind-fuck. The grunting and moans in the headphones reached a peak and the suction on my cock pushed me over the edge. I blew my load big time inside that tube. I felt shot after fucking shot of come spray out of me and that tube thing kept sucking me like a madman. I couldn't scream because I had nine inches of fat dick in my mouth and was getting face-fucked like crazy. Then the cock pulled partially out and in the headphones the deep male voice said, "oh yeah baby, now you're gonna take my load." And I did take it. The fake dick pulsed and sent shot after shot of warm, thick, salty liquid into my mouth. It was in too deep for me to try to spit it out, so I was forced to swallow whatever this thing was "coming" down my throat over and over as it spurted. The suck-off tube never let up on my dick during this, so I was still being forcibly milked while I drank the jizz of this big dick stuffing my face. Finally, the dick stopped shooting. The guy in the headphones kept saying "oh yeah, baby, you're such a good cocksucker....that was great man..." and stuff like that. I was hoping to god that this shit was over now, and that the machine was going to let me go. The motion on my dick stopped and I felt the suck-tube press hard against my groin again. It still had me engulfed, and my dick was aching from all the action and the fact that I had just shot so violently. I expected the fake dick in my mouth to pull out now as well, but it stayed right where it was, about three inches in. I could breathe ok with it like that, but my mouth was stretched tight around the girth of it. The fuck boys in the headphones had gone quiet. I was alone again. I could only see my face strained around that thick cock on the VR goggles and feel the warm vibrations of that goddamn chair. I don't know how long it let me rest, but it wasn't very long before the male voice in the headphones said, "That was great, baby. Enter voice authorization now to quit program. OR Phase Three will begin in 20 seconds." With that, the big dick pulled out of my mouth and hovered in front of my face again. I yelled, "End program! End program!" as soon as my mouth was free, hoping that would make this torture session log-off and release me. No such luck. I yelled and yelled but the male voice came back on the headphones now and said, "Good, baby, good, cuz now you're gonna get fucked...." I remember trying to scream, but I had no more than opened my mouth when the big cock moved inside again and pushed my tongue down flat. The camera showed me my own face, tears streaming down my cheeks, filled once again with a nine-inch dick. The fuck noises in the headphones started up once more. "Oh yeah, that's it man, now you're gonna take it all, your gonna get fucked real good baby, real good. All the way man, I'm gonna drill you all the fucking way." I cried soundlessly as the big dick in my mouth started to throb and gently fuck my face again. Not so rough or deep now though. At least it was giving me a bit of a break. I watched myself suck the fat cock and hoped what I was afraid-of wasn't getting ready to happen. Next I felt my legs being repositioned. The parachute thing was still tugging at my balls hard and I yelled around the dick in my mouth as my legs were spread impossibly wide. Now the camera moved away from my sucking mouth to give me a view of what was coming up down below. I saw my poor red dick still trapped in the suck-tube. Then, I saw it. Positioned between my legs was a monster. That's the only way I can really describe it. It was a dick-shaped black fucktool about the length of a two-liter bottle, and the girth of a baseball bat. I couldn't believe that this thing could EVER actually fuck a real person. Surely this must not be for real. Surely this must not be happening. The camera moved down to give me a good view of the thick black-latex dick. It was veined and hard, just like the tool that was slowly fucking my mouth, but MUCH bigger. This dick also pulsed and throbbed, and there was a steady stream of a thick white "come" oozing slowly from its head. Inside the headphones, the voice said, "how do you like that big, fat cock, baby? That big dick's gonna feel soooooo good up inside that tight little ass, huh?" I yelled and screamed around the dick stuffing my face. I knew nobody could hear me. I knew this thing was getting ready to tear me apart from the inside with that huge monster dick, and I knew I couldn't do anything to stop it. "Oh yeah man, look at that dick. Look at it. I'm gonna fuck you all the way down on that hard cock baby. All the way. All the fuckin' way," the voice was saying in my ears. I could hear the hot fuck sounds in the headphones starting up again, louder this time, excited. With excruciating slowness, the huge dick moved between my ass cheeks. I felt the size of it down there immediately and wondered if this would actually kill me. It pushed against my asshole a little now. The camera angle once again moved in to give me a perfect view of the assault. The dick in my mouth pulsed and throbbed and fucked. The parachute pulled on my nuts, and the tube on my own tired unit started to suck and ride me again. Totally against my will, I could see from the camera that I was getting hard. Somehow, even though I was about to be rape-fucked by the giant dick from hell, my own cock was getting hard and aroused. Un- fucking- believable. I sucked on the big dick stroking in my face and watched the huge black tool push against my asshole again. It oozed a glob of white jizz with every shove, lubricating my hole I suppose. The head of the thing was at least as big around as an apple and I knew that there was no damn way that fucker was ever going up my ass. Still, it pushed, retreated, pushed, retreated. "Oh baby, loosen up that hole for me, man," was the commentary from the headphone rapist. Yeah. Like I had any choice. After about ten minutes of constant stroking, my dick was hard as granite again. I could see the suck-tube doing its thing while I was also forced to watch the dick at my ass trying to make entry. It was pushing a little harder now, and the pain was getting pretty bad. I could see that my asshole was actually starting to widen around the head of the thing on the thrusts. I watched and sucked while it pushed in a little deeper now, a little farther. I screamed again and could hear the headphone guy saying "Ahhh yeah baby. Feel that dick? Feel it? I'm gonna get it in man. I'm gonna get it in ALL THE WAY and then I'm gonna fuck you hard....real hard." Slowly, with each thrust, the big dick was making its way into my ass. I cried helplessly as it finally pushed through the outer layer and the huge head disappeared inside my tight ass. The pain was incredible. Worse than anything. Then the fat head pulled all the way out, and pushed all the way back in again. "That's it baby, that's it," said my rapist. "Oh man, look at my cock going up your tight butt...." With that, the dick stopped stroking and held it's place inside my pucker for a minute. I could almost relax. Then, without warning, it started pushing in for real. I couldn't believe it, but now the thing was crammed almost halfway up my ass. There must have been at least 8 inches filling me. My asshole was stretched tight around it and the lube it kept squirting was dripping from my cheeks. Then it stopped again. Waiting. I thought for a brief moment maybe it was over, but then it began to push inside me again. This time, there was no stopping or pause: it pushed- in hard. I watched my ass fill completely by a dick bigger than any I've ever seen. It pushed and shoved and forced it's way entirely to the base. I screamed and cried-out around the thick dick in my mouth. The pain was worse than anything. The voice inside the headphones came back to taunt me again of course, "oh God baby.....that tight little butt feels so good around my hard dick....I got it in man, I got it in all the fuckin' way. Now you're gonna get fucked for real." And with that, the thing started to pull out. I felt like it was dragging my gut out with it. I watch through the goggles as the camera showed me this huge thick cock emerging from my ass. Meanwhile of course, the big fat dick in my mouth continued throbbing and fucking, and the tube that was sucking my cock worked faster and rougher with each stroke. This thing was tearing me apart. As the thick head of the fuck tool came out of my ass, it paused just a beat and began to force its way back in. Faster this time, and without any hesitation it went all the way to the base, and pulled back out. Each time, it would pull completely out and then re-enter. I watched my ass swallow the huge monster over and over and over. It started going faster now too. Rougher. The guy in the headphones said, "oh yeah baby....oh yeah! That feels so fuckin' good man!" I was in agony. I was fucked up the ass by a huge dick, and fucked in the mouth by a smaller version; my own dick was being stroked by the suck- tube so fast that I thought it would rip off. The huge dick really started to ram me hard now, thrusting with machine precision as I wailed around the cock that was drilling my throat. Both of them were going all the way in and all the way out with each thrust. My own dick was hard to the point of torture too from all the sucking. I could see it past the tool that was drilling my ass and it looked like it was gonna explode. "The guy in the headphones said, "Aw yeah man! Aw yeah!!!!" and I felt the dick in my mouth seize up and throb as it shot thick come down into my throat again. Then the tool in my ass stopped pummeling me, forced its way all the inside me and I could feel it throb and pulse as it too shot load after load of come into my guts. I couldn't help myself, my own dick shot off then and I had the mind-fuckingest come ever. I shot and shot and shot until I finally blacked-out. When I woke up, I was free. The chair had resumed its regular shape, and I was no longer a prisoner. I could barely walk as I stumbled out of the torture office, limp from the pain and agony. Note from the author: I will probably write more of this story if people are interested in it. Let me know what you thought about Eric, Troy and the fuckchair. darksider@subdimension.com

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Date: Sat, 23 Apr 2022 11:10:37 +0200 From: Bill Jonners Subject: Colin - Student and Model 50 Can you imagine life without Nifty? Please show your support with contributions to keep the Archive online. You can find out how at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html This story is written by me and my Norwegian friend, Fred. It is completely fictional. It contains descriptions of sexual interactions and BDSM activities between a young man (19 when the story begins) and older men. We would love to hear from you if you are enjoying this story. I will reply to all emails sent to colin4men@gmail.com Bill COLIN � STUDENT AND MODEL Chapter 50 (End of semester - Farewell to Svend - Bill and Qi) "I wonder if this will be my last visit to this old-fashioned flat," Colin thought. He was sitting in the apartment the university provided to their foreign professors. Professor Thor Olsen, the 50 year old Norwegian from Bergen, had brought Colin to his temporary home and made him his favourite student and his very special lover. When Thor, as Colin and even Bill called him in private, left for Africa after one year, Colin was not happy. He had lost his favourite teacher, and he had lost a great inspiration and adult friend. When Colin started his second year at university and continued his linguistic studies, he had been told that a mature lady from Denmark and York would be Thor's replacement. The disappointment had turned to excitement when the guest professor turned out to be a 39 year old Danish man who also had been teaching in York. Professor Thomsen had been quite distant in the beginning, but soon Colin was invited to sit on the old leather sofa where he currently sat, waiting for the professor and his guests to arrive from a formal reception. Professor Svend Thomsen had been one of Denmark's youngest professors. In Colin's eyes, he also was a brilliant educator. The athletic actor with the goatee beard and the fattest cock became a new hot lover. "How did you meet Svend? You don't attend his lectures, do you?" Colin put an arm around Roland, a twenty-two year old student, who was a good friend of Colin, even though he `played' in another gay division. Roland was a `queen' or a `princess' and loved to dress up in the most fantastic costumes. "I met him at the club. I was the `main attraction' that night!" Roland giggled and made one of his typical hand gestures. "Haven't you seen the professor's love of acting?" "I have indeed, but you know I'm far from being the perfect drag queen. I have too many muscles, don't you think?" Colin tried to show off his biceps without a very good result. "I love you when you parade in your sexy underwear, Colin. No reason to dress you up like a girl! I'm sorry you never have performed at the club though." Roland was dramatic as always. "You like my new thong?" Colin rose and pulled down his formal shorts. He showed off a very small lacy white thong with tight ribbons around the waist and between the buttocks. "Bend over, please," Roland asked. The boy licked one finger and let it follow his friend's arsecrack. "No stubble, baby! Perfect for show-business!" He grinned. Colin turned and presented a hard erection inside the see-through lace. Roland used a finger again. "Hairless balls too," he murmured. "You want me to suck you, Colin? You're dripping!" Roland put a finger in his mouth. "No, damn. We can't! The professor should be here soon." Colin re-arranged his shorts and went up to the huge table in the middle of the room. He lifted the heavy tablecloth. "You see these special screws - one on each table leg?" Professor Olsen made these fixtures. He bound me so often that he needed some permanent arrangement." "He fucked you on the table?" Roland put his hand over his open mouth in a very theatrical manner. "He fucked me all over the place, on the table, hanging from ropes over there, on the sofa here, in the bathroom, but very seldom in the bed. If you were to test this old sofa, I'm sure you would find my DNA all over it!" Colin went up to the door and pointed out two heavy screws. "Thor used this for some gym exercises, but soon he found out that he could tie me up here and flog me!" "Why did he flog you? He loved you. I heard you were his favourite student." Roland was serious. "He thought I was too pale. He loved to fuck a red arse! And I loved it too. He gave me everything and I felt very safe." Colin went back to the sofa. "Does Professor Thomsen use a whip on you as well? He's never done it to me," Roland said. "I dress like a girl and he spanks me, and then he plays with my pussy. He loves my clit too." Roland wiggled and put a hand between his legs. Slamming doors told the two on the sofa that their host was about to arrive. "He's a belting guy, if he's in the right mood. A real Viking, or so he pretends," Colin whispered. Professor Thomsen himself entered, leading a group of five well-dressed gentlemen. And as a surprise for Colin, two young men in sports outfits bearing Danish flags followed the group into the not very grand sitting room. "Sorry for making you wait, boys, but our Danish tennis players wanted a small sightseeing tour after the reception. Say hello to Preben and Even, guys." Svend was one big grin when he almost pushed the two men in their early twenties forward. "They will help me pack for York tomorrow." "Colin is my best student and my assistant," Svend continued. "And Roland is my favourite actor over here." Svend winked when the two on the sofa hesitated but met the waiting hands with light smiles. "And guys, both my colleagues from the university are well known to you, but the two colleagues from York are my special guests." Svend placed himself behind the group. "Nice to meet you, gentlemen. A happy party night lies ahead, I hope. I'm sad that my favourite professor is leaving us, but it's good for the Viking world in York." Colin shook the hands of the two rather ordinary-looking men in their sixties. Roland gave them his hand, but seemed a bit outside his comfort zone. "Please find some seats, folks. Food will be served soon! And make yourself comfortable. It's quite hot here today." Svend took off his formal jacket and placed it on a chair. "I'm happy to have my two helpers tonight. Roland, I've bought you a new dress to wear while you serve us. It's in the usual place." Svend grinned and Roland blushed, but seemed happy to leave for the bedroom. "And dear Colin, you are overdressed tonight. Never seen you looking this formal before. Maybe a small strip show, eh?" Svend used a remote control to turn down the light. A spotlight lit up an area in front of the gas fireplace and a huge mirror. Colin took up the challenge. "Okay, he wants some fun tonight. I'll give him what he asks for," he said to himself. Colin went up to the fireplace and spread his legs. Then he lifted his hands above his head and wiggled his butt. He turned around and continued the sexy action. Mr Wilkie, the swim instructor, and one of the two locals present, whistled like a youngster. It was obvious that the 45 year old guy had consumed some drinks already. The sporty evening jacket was the first item to be thrown in the corner, and the low-cut, sleeveless t-shirt followed. Colin was happy that he had warmed up in the gym a short time earlier. His upper body was very well defined. All the men's attention was on Colin's strip show. Nobody noticed Roland coming through the bedroom door, but soon he was in the spotlight too. The drag version was excellent. Roland wore a black tight silk top, a red leather skirt which only just covered his buttocks, black net stockings and dramatic red high heeled shoes. Instead of an ugly artificial wig, he had just oiled his black hair. Dramatic red lips and golden ear-rings completed the very slutty look. There were simultaneous moans from among the small audience. Roland went up close to Colin. The previous shyness was gone. Roland found Colin's neck, bowed, and then kissed him - kissed him tight and wet and sexy. Colin kissed back, but he was a bit apprehensive about what Roland was planning. Roland then placed his hands in front of Colin and opened his belt, and then unzipped his shorts. The shorts fell to the ground and a loud moan was heard in the room. Colin was almost naked, just wearing his white lace thong. With a movement which gave him an opportunity to bow and to show the audience his boy-pussy, he managed to even peel off his socks with some grace and sensuality. Roland put both hands on Colin's shoulders and forced him down in front of him while he pushed his hips forward. No doubt the whore wanted to be licked. Colin was hot as ever before. His boner had trouble staying inside the pouch and his hard balls were clearly visible. With his head underneath Roland's skirt, Colin saw that he wore a similar outfit to one he himself had used in a drag show in France. The dance belt hid both cock and balls, but a small opening was perfect for Roland's plum-like cockhead. Colin loved that sort of boy-clit and used his tongue and lips, not theatrical, but for real. Roland moaned with pleasure and some of the lad's long thin cock left the covering. Colin was licking the sweet young juice when Professor Thomsen intervened. The man almost lifted Colin from the kneeling position. "You think you are here to please yourself, young man? Not tonight! You are here to serve, both of you! Now turn around, bend over and grab hold of your knees! Both of you!" The professor had a whip lying on the mantelpiece. With a very long `arm', Svend hit Colin's arse. Colin yelled at the action. He hadn't seen the whip coming. The next stroke was harder. But not a sound came from the student. Svend moved to Roland and lifted the skirt. The white boy butt was totally naked when the whip hit him. Something like a real cry was heard when the whip hit again. Svend went back to Colin and lifted his arm as if he was about to give him a real hard stroke. "Arretez - maintenant! Connard! (Stop � now! Motherfucker!)" Professor Lumeau, Colin's professor for French shouted, very impulsively. Svend lowered the whip and caressed both arses, hardly marked from the soft whip. "The show is over guys," he whispered. Then he turned the normal light back on. Both young actors received a good applause. "Listen, guys. Colin and Roland will now serve us. The food is prepared and you are allowed to use your fingers. Colin is also responsible for wine and later on there will be drinks for all. And you, Roland, have to see that Preben and Even have a nice evening. Their girlfriends are partying alone, you see. While you, Colin, you know that the older ones hope to learn some of your special skills before sunrise!" Now the host received the applause. "And you Danish lads, you are wearing too much. Show us your muscles now!" Sven waited, while both the young athletes rose from their chairs and removed their sports jackets and t-shirts. Like real machos, they flexed their muscles and turned around to let everyone see. "Find the sexy lads a beer, Colin!" *** Two hours later the party sounds were intense. The background music was very 60s and 70s, and the beers had been replaced with whisky. The food had been excellent and the service guys had been well treated. Roland had been sitting on the Danish lads' laps for the last hour and, underneath the table, his boy-clit had got a lot of attention. Colin had served his professors and the other guests with care, keeping close and getting pats on the back and buttocks. When Mr Wilkie pushed Colin's thong aside and started to suck him, Svend had just coughed. The master of the house wanted to direct the action. "You want me to suck your guests?" Colin whispered when he moved over to serve Svend coffee. "Or do you have some special wishes for your last night with me?" Very slutty, the student played with his professor's earlobe. "I want you to fuck me later on, sir. Nobody else. It's your party, and I want you to show the guests that you're my real master!" "You remember that crazy party when you served coffee with cream?" Sven whispered. "I think these guys would love such a special service." "Okay, but I might need your help, sir!" Colin climbed onto the table in the middle of the room. Roland applauded to draw everyone's attention to Colin. He had already served both athletes well. They had both been sucked by the boy-slut. With open trousers and pulled down underwear, they had showed off good-sized young dicks and Roland had done his best to let them have a hot evening. Now he turned to follow the show on the table. "I understand there has been a complaint," Colin started. "One of you thinks I'm overdressed, but it's the smallest thong on the market!" "Take it off then, kid!" This was said by the visiting professor who had tried to strip Colin earlier. "You have to help me then, sir. Please come over here!" Colin placed himself on his knees in front of the man. The old gentleman's hands were shaking when he found the thin ribbon acting as a waistband and pulled it down below the round oiled globes. The next step was to free the rock-hard cock from the tight pouch. Colin was soon completely naked. With his hands behind his neck, he pushed his hips forward to display his stiff cock. "Well, gentlemen, as you see, I haven't much to show you, but maybe if I turn around..." Colin showed his butt to the audience. He bent over and used both hands to spread his arse-cheeks. The pink rosebud inside a darker corona was very inviting. "Maybe you would like to lick me sir?" Colin asked the man who hadn't gone back to his seat yet. The professor from York had sucked and rimmed a youngster before, no doubt about that. Soon drops of pre-cum dripped from Colin's naked glans. Colin moaned and gave his cock some wanks while the man used an eager tongue to open him. "Yeah, yeah!" Colin moaned and then turned to stroke the elderly man's grey hair. "I think you need some coffee now, sir." "I've received another complaint, Colin. Our guests would like white coffee and we forgot milk, didn't we? Maybe�?" Professor Thomsen grinned. "I guess we can solve that problem, professor! I have boy-milk for those who are into real white stuff. I've plenty!" Colin cupped his balls. "Will you help me, sir?" With two fingers Colin pulled his foreskin back and spat on the cock-head. With closed eyes he started a slow wank. Svend moved up to his student and greased three fingers. Soon Colin was finger-fucked with three thick fingers while he wanked the close to 11 cm (4 inch) beauty. The guests watched the show in silence. The two students had placed Roland between them on the old sofa. One of them wanked Roland underneath his girlish outfit, and Roland used his searching and playing hands on the lads' stiff cocks. "I'll serve my milk soon, gentlemen. I'm�I'm�" Colin had problems talking. Svend fucked him with his fingers - rather brutally. "Find your cups...cups... coffee�yeah, yeah� I'm cumming, cumming!" For once Colin took hold of his cock with two fingers and pointed it at the four cups in front of him. The first blast hit one cup, very direct. The second and third blasts spread inside and outside the next cup of coffee. Colin jerked again and bent forward and sent his remaining spunk into it the last cup of coffee. "Well, here you have your white coffees, gentlemen! Be my guests�and�I hope�" Colin could hardly speak. Svend was still fucking him with three fingers. "Go to the bathroom and prepare, Colin, while we finish our coffee and have another whisky. You find the ropes where you placed them last time!" Svend ended the finger-fuck with a hard spank on the lad's butt. Soft crying-like noises from the sofa completed the show. The young men had lifted the slut's skirt and worked the long and thin cock to full excitement. The two guys fought to catch Roland's big load. A hard stream of almost clear jizz erupted from his cock. Roland suddenly looked very boyish both in orgasm and eruption. Just a few minutes later, Colin was back. His wet hair showed that he had been in the shower. The very stiff cock showed that he was also fully prepared for the next stage. Around one arm, he carried a bunch of red ropes. In one hand he had a jar of thick lube, while in the other hand he was gripping a black cock-whip. Without a word, he placed himself beside his professor. "Colin will give you some service now, gentlemen, but stay away from his pussy. That's mine, and save your spunk, folks. The night is still young. Let's give the lad access!" Sven took just seconds to undress, and he did nothing to hide the huge weapon inside his tight black boxer-briefs. Now he sat down and let Colin pull down his underwear. Svend had one of the fattest and longest cocks around, and Colin guessed that in a contest he would have been the winner this evening. Soon Colin was bringing Svend to a very high temperature, before he went on to three professors and his swim instructor. After half an hour five men sported heavy erections, well wetted by Colin's mouth and throat. From the very grownup men, he moved to the young guys on the sofa. "Not your job, Colin!" Svend shouted. "Suck off your mates, Roland. Eat them out. Strip them first! Come here, Colin, and prepare the table." "Yes, master!" Colin knew the very direct orders from his professor. Quickly he removed the cover from the table, and with experienced action he attached the ropes to the table legs. Then he climbed onto the table and lay down with his arms and legs spread. "Bind him, Dave!" Svend pointed at the now naked swim instructor who had skill with ropes. In only a few minutes, Colin was tightly bound to the four corners of the table. "You ready to please me, boy? On my last night!" Svend asked. "Yes, sir!" Colin mumbled. What Svend just said filled his eyes with tears. "I didn't hear you!" The cockwhip hit Colin's nipples. "Yes, Master. I'm ready to please you!" Colin was loud and clear. Professor Thomsen stripped his boxers off again. The athletic man - forty this year - had a boner that could scare both men and women, but when Colin was well prepared he could easily take him. Colin was dripping hard. His small cock pointed upwards when the first stroke hit him, and he continued to stay hard and drip clear liquid when Svend covered his body with strokes - light and hard - from his neck down to his feet. His body turned light pink from the treatment. Only when Svend hit his balls and his cockhead, did he yell. If Colin could have seen anything but Svend, he would have seen all of the men wanking, two wanking youngsters and one young lad dressed as a girl moaning with each hard stroke his friend on the table received. "Still want to please me, boy?" Svend asked. "Yes, master. Please, master!" Colin shouted. "Untie his legs, Dave. Bind him open!" Svend had started to grease up his 25 cm (10 inch), very thick tool. Dave Wilkie did as he was ordered. He kept the ropes on Colin's legs, pushed them backwards, and tied his legs to his arms. Svend put a leather cushion under Colin's butt. Colin had no privacy anymore. His boy-cunt was on full display. Again Svend found the cock-whip and started a job on Colin's bum and inner thighs. Colin took the strokes on his butt easily but the strokes that hit his thighs hurt. Sven heard the change in Colin's expression and used his palm to comfort Colin's upper legs all the way to his hard, but now, pink balls. Now he greased the cock-whip's handle and penetrated the partly open boy-cunt. Colin moaned at the new action. "What did you say, son?" Svend rotated the handle inside and next to Colin's love button. "Thank you, Master. More please, Master!" Colin begged. "You want my cock, Colin? You want it hard? You want your little boy-cunt abused?" Svend was sweating. He wanked his huge tool. Now he replaced the handle with his fingers, before finally climbing onto the end of the table. Svend looked at the audience as if he expected applause, or maybe it was just a sort of lecturing position of the professor. He withdrew the cock-whip and placed a large amount of lube on the waiting hole. Then he placed his cockhead just outside the arse opening. Normally Colin would have met him with an attack, but Dave had bound him very tight. When he moved, his hands hurt. Svend attacked like a real Danish Viking. With a roar, he broke through Colin's sphincter and bottomed in him in a single thrust. Colin's screaming was real. Svend understood. He paused some seconds inside, checked Colin's erection, and whispered, "Okay, son?" Colin just nodded with tear-filled eyes. Later that night Colin told his professor and lover that he didn't cry because of pain, but because he knew that the second professor-stallion was about to leave him. The small pause was followed by a set of new bottomings. The long strokes hit the tender inner parts of Colin's body and triggered his prostate. Colin soon felt that Svend wouldn't last as long as he normally did. His breathing, his stiffness and his actions told Colin that his master was about to cum. He answered with the use of his arse muscles. Now Svend screamed, both in surprise and because of the pain. He responded by the use of fingernails on Colin's nipples. There were a sort of fight going on, giving and receiving pain. "Sir, master, please let me cum, I'm � I'm�" Colin begged. Svend answered by a sudden pulling out. Colin screamed as if that hurt too, but it was more because of the spoiled orgasm. "Untie him!" Svend shouted. Both Dave and the French Professor Leon untied the ropes binding Colin. "Now give this slut of mine a real goodbye, but his mouth is mine!" Svend was wanking his huge tool, standing beside Colin who opened his mouth and received his professor's man-cream in his mouth and on his face. Dave was the next to spill his load and then came Leon. They covered Colin's face with dripping spunk. Svend grinned when the remaining visitors, both grown up and youngsters, wanked themselves to full climax over Colin. "You have more spunk left, young lady. Feed your friend then. I think he will open his mouth for you." Roland spread his legs and placed his body across Colin's chest. Minutes later he managed to give his friend another load deep inside the waiting mouth. "Please suck me, Roland. Just let me cum, okay!" With Roland on top of him, Colin lifted his hips and placed his small stiffy inside Roland's mouth. "Yeah, yeah, damn, damn, take it, take it! I'm cumming." For the second time that evening Colin climaxed into his friend's mouth. Colin was now drenched from head to balls in man-milk. He looked rather miserable, but Svend smiled and kissed him. Then Svend lifted Colin and carried him into the bathroom. Minutes later Svend, still naked and semi-erect, opened the door from his bedroom. "Thanks for the party, guys. Dave, serve the guests a nightcap please. And Leon, take care of Roland and get him home, please!" "See you at ten o'clock, guys! Ready to set off for York." He looked at the two students who again were accompanied by Roland. "I'll give my dear student some last advice for his final exam next week." He winked at his young helpers and closed the door. *** Colin arrived home in his JustColin car. He was in a way very relaxed. He had finished his last exam of the year the day before, and had a good feeling. Bill was standing outside as if he had been waiting for him. Now he hugged his young student home for summer. "Welcome, Colin love! Good to see you so relaxed. Dinner is ready, waiting for you!" Bill hugged him again - tight. Then he helped him with the luggage. "Great, Daddy! I could eat a horse. I'm looking forward to home-made food now, and then Pierre's cooking in France!" Colin stripped off his hoodie and went shirtless into the cosy kitchen. "No clean t-shirts, sorry!" he said. "I love you, son, and the washing machine is waiting. For me you could strip naked, you know!" Bill grinned. "Do I have time for a ten minute shower before we eat, Dad?" Colin stripped off his shorts and jockstrap and placed them in the laundry basket. The naked youngster felt very comfortable, but he hadn't been able to clean himself properly after Kenny fucked him `Happy vacation' just after lunch. Now Bill had his arms around Colin again. "You should never wear clothes, love!" he whispered. Colin and Bill were relaxing on the sofa after dinner. Both were wearing only bathrobes but Colin's was wide open, allowing Bill to admire his body. Colin had almost eaten a double meal, but instead of a relaxing after dinner he had persuaded Bill to have sex with him. Bill hadn't needed much persuading. "Kenny sends his love, Daddy. He has very happy memories of your birthday party!" Colin smiled when his dad blushed. "I had a really hot trip with his rugby team - a lot of action!" "And you have sent your professor back to York? Not happy for him to leave, you told me." Colin had chatted with Bill many times during the week. "Well, I knew his stay was for one year only, and Svend will arrange some trips to York for me during the year ahead. And there will probably be a new professor. Some rumours about a Swede - a new man to�." Colin suddenly blushed. "But you have applied for Iceland?" Bill asked. "Aye, and I will have a chat with Asgeir next week - Asgeir, you know the new horseman at the estate, is from Iceland. I still have plenty of time to finish the papers." Colin placed his head on Bill's shoulder. For a long time they were silent, just feeling the joy of being together. Suddenly Colin broke the silence. "Daddy, I forgot to mention earlier, but I saw a `For Sale' sign on Anton's house. What's the story with our neighbour?" "He has decided to move back to Holland," replied Bill. "He thinks this area is too tame." Colin smiled. "He tried to liven it up with one or two wild parties when he first moved in. I guess there's not enough gay action for him. I wonder who will buy the house. I hope it's not a young family or a couple of old prudes. I like being able to sunbathe naked in the back garden." "Anton's house is far enough away that whoever moves in won't really bother us," said Bill. "I wouldn't really like to have noisy kids next door though. And you will still sunbathe nude in most of the garden whoever moves in. Only part can be seen from the upstairs windows of that house." "Has there been a lot of prospective buyers?" Colin asked. "I've only seen one in the two weeks it has been on the market," replied Bill. "I think it's too far from town for many people." Colin thought for a moment and then said, "That might mean it won't be too expensive." "Too expensive for what?" Bill asked. "For me to buy as an investment," answered Colin. He sat up straight and looked at Bill. "The money I've earned from modelling and porn is just sitting in the bank earning very little interest. I would only need a small mortgage and I could rent it out until I graduate. I can decide what to do with it then." "It's a nice idea but you're a student. You'd find it difficult, if not impossible, to get a mortgage," said Bill. "I don't agree," said Colin. "The money from Reynard et Compagnie is irregular but I get monthly payments from JustColin. With the amount of my savings, a steady income and the knowledge that I will be receiving rent, the bank will easily give me a loan." Bill stroked his chin as he considered Colin's words. "You could be right," he said. "Do you really want to buy the house?" "I think so. I'd like to look around the house and think about its letting potential but I definitely like the idea of owning a house next to yours," said Colin. "Okay. We will phone Anton in the morning and arrange a visit," smiled Bill. *** Two days later they had come to a provisional agreement with Anton. Now they were heading for an appointment at the bank. Bill went with Colin when he saw the mortgage adviser but he left most of the talking to Colin. Colin explained that his idea was to advertise the house for rent at the local agricultural college and said that, with one large bedroom and two small ones, it could accommodate four students. The bank official listened to Colin's proposals, read through the documents he had provided and then agreed that he could get the loan he needed. Colin was very happy as he left the bank. "If I can continue modelling for another couple of years I might have enough to buy another property," he told Bill. "That's a possibility. I'm glad you're doing something sensible with your money," said Bill. "I'm a very lucky boy," Colin said as he hugged Bill. "I have you and I make a lot of money simply by showing off my body." "I'm very lucky to have you in my life," said Bill. "Let's go home and celebrate," smiled Colin. "In bed!" *** The couple rested side by side on the sofa after the hot celebration in bed, followed by a homemade pizza. Colin patted his naked stomach. "You are an excellent cook, Dad. I have told you before, haven't I?" "You often tell me that, son. I'm so happy to cook for the two of us, much nicer than cooking for one person." Bill yawned. "Think we need a cup of coffee." "I'll make us coffee, Dad. I love our new fancy coffee machine. You can even run it from your phone, you know - just like the fucking equipment." Colin grinned. "Daddy, tell me about `Odin R White'!" Colin shouted from the kitchen. "Why haven't you told me that you write porn using a pseudonym?" "I wouldn't call it porn, Colin. It's for a quite serious magazine. They call it erotic fiction." Bill didn't meet Colin's eyes when he entered the room bringing the coffee. "They call it 'housewife porn', don't they? Sold in every newsagent's and station bookstall around. Well, I found some of your stories on the net. A Scandinavian magazine, isn't it?" Colin sat down. "Originally yes, but I write for the English edition. How did you know I was the writer?" Bill asked. "The name is just a fake!" "Is it not the name of your mother's uncle?" Colin grinned again. "No, you just surprised me when you called. His name was `White' though. Odin is a god, isn't he?" Colin smiled. "The god of wisdom and magic. I have read some of your stories over the years, you know. Some erotic stories on Nifty as well. I remember `The boy in the shelter', because I was afraid that it was about me. A nice love story, by the way!" Colin kissed his dad. Bill met him with an open mouth and working tongue." "But how can you write straight love stories? Do you have experiences you haven't told me about?" Colin pinched Bill's nipples. "No personal experience, never had my dick in a pussy, but a crime-writer doesn't have to be a criminal himself. It's fantasy, you know. Most of my stories are gay-related though," Bill answered. "And I have a very good moderator for the straight stuff." Colin couldn't understand why his old man blushed. "Who is that?" he asked. "Somebody I know?" "Linda, down the street!" Bill finished his coffee. "Wow!" Colin opened his eyes wide. "No doubt there will be some hot stuff around then. She's a real man-hunter, isn't she? I thought she only had a food website on the internet, a very popular one too. Does she moderate your Nifty stories too - the authoritarian stuff?" "No, but she once told me that she was fan of my dad-son stories. She always thought you were the son, love!" Bill let his hand follow Colin's spine which was enough to bring back a hard erection. "Maybe we could start making Milf-porn, Daddy? Or you could hire me out as a gigolo," Colin said while touching Bill's tenting. "Thanks, Colin. My mind was a blank and I have to submit a new short story this week. Now I have an idea - "The Milf gigolo!" - will be a damn hot story." Do your jogging now, Colin. I will make some notes. And Anton has invited us for supper, remember!" *** Colin was somewhere between sleep and waking up. One hand cupped his hot balls, the other played with his dark curls. Bill had teased him more than once about his hair. He knew he had overslept. The evening in Anton's house had been both nice and hot. Bill had taken too many drinks, a seldom event, but he was always in a good mood when he visited his neighbour. Anton had met them in just a loincloth, and taken them to the sitting room he called `the jungle'. Colin had been asked to stay naked most of the evening and he had ended up between Anton's legs. Bill had just grinned when Colin brought the neighbour to a climax in front of him. When back in their own bedroom Bill had been wilder and rougher than normal, and fucked Colin hard at both ends and in all the positions they loved. He had given his son two heavy orgasms before he had erupted his own man-milk all over Colin's face. Afterwards he had carried Colin to the bathroom and drenched him in yellow liquid. Colin heard noises from the guest room - his old boyhood room. The noises were familiar. His old four-poster bed had a special sound when someone used it for sex. Now Colin left the bed and walked towards the bathroom. The door to the guest room was open. "I'm sure he won't me to watch him having sex," he thought. That had been the subject of a discussion some days earlier. Bill had admitted that watching other men fuck Colin was a real turn-on for him. Colin had also admitted that he would like to see his Dad with other youngsters, but he also said that he would probably be damned jealous. Bill had asked Colin to tell him who he wished to watch being fucked. Bill had smiled when Colin mentioned 23 year old Qi, the `son and slave', chauffeur and junior butler at the Brickwall Estate. "So that's what he had in mind when he fucked me senseless last night!" Colin thought. Hong Kong-born Qi moaned with lust when Bill turned him onto his hands and knees, and mounted him like a horny stallion. Colin was sure that Bill could see the open door in the old-fashioned wall mirror. Now a naked wanking Colin filled the doorway. "Fuck me hard, sir, like you fuck Colin!" Qi shouted. "I can take it, don't stop, make me cum, please." Bill withdrew his huge tool and forced it back inside. Qi yelled a "Yeah" every time Bill bottomed. Colin was very pleased at the sight. He loved to watch his old man's strong body, and he loved watching Qi, one of the handsomest youngsters around. But he was also damn jealous. Qi had obviously been one of Bill's young lovers after Colin moved to Glasgow. Colin had more than once feared that Qi was more than just a temporary fuck-buddy for his `father'. "Hurt me, please, sir! Hurt me. Eddy says I'm too week. Spank me, Bill. Please make me cum!" Qi talked as if he was in trance. Again Bill withdrew completely. He caught his leather belt from the floor and folded it. "Take this, son! Cum for me, cum for me!" The first stroke hit the right buttock, the second hit the left. The strokes that followed were met only by almost silent moans from the youngster. His cock was still hard. A long thread of slimy juice dripped from the pink plum-like cockhead, a cock not much bigger than Colin's, but the thick cockhead made it look like a mushroom. Bill paused and caught the dripping pre-cum and licked his fingers like a testing teenager. Colin gave his own cock some hard wanks and used a finger to press out a drop of clear liquid. Bill wanked the youngster, then a new round of belting followed. Qi yelled now for every stroke that hit his red butt. Colin watched now how his dad threw away the belt, spat in his right hand and caressed the sweating skin. "Open up, son. Let me taste you!" Bill bent down and put his tongue into Qi's arse. The sudden action made the boy tremble. He caught his own cock and went on wanking. Bill stopped and spanked him hard with an open hand. "Stop wanking. I'll make you cum - just wait - just wait. I want to see you cum, understand?" Bill turned the shorter guy around and forced his legs up against the lad's shoulders. Qi was curled up like a ball. Bill placed his 24 cm (9.5 inch) weapon outside the partly open boy-cunt. The young Chinese man looked at him with begging eyes. "I need to cum, sir. Please, sir. Eddy has kept me in a cage since you fucked me before your birthday. He says he will cut my balls off if I wank!" Qi had tears dripping from his eyes. Colin felt suddenly a bit ashamed when Bill kissed Qi deeply in response and was met by a very loving mouth. A blush of jealousy went through the boy in the doorway who played with his own balls. When Bill again placed his cockhead at the boy's entrance he glanced in the mirror and made brief eye contact with his watching son. The following smile was enough for Colin. Bill hadn't forgotten him. Bill attacked Qi with an experienced man's skill. Long strokes and rotations, pulling out and then thrusting deep inside. Qi was not going to last much longer. He whined and cried and moaned. Bill spread the guy's legs and just watched when Qi shot his load of cum. Qi's white cream hit his own face and hair, his body and the bedsheet around him. "I have never seen a load like that, real porn!" Colin whispered, but Bill seemed to hear what he said. Again he grinned into the mirror. With his cock greased up from the fuck, he climbed over the young body and put the cockhead into Qi's mouth. He used his hands to bend the youngster's head backwards and then he mouth-fucked him. Colin had never seen Qi take a cock like that and was impressed that he could take half of Bill's cock without vomiting. And Bill just stayed inside and made some small adjustments. Qi had taken his cock - all the way. Slowly Bill withdrew and jerked his weapon. Just inside the boy's lips, he erupted. "Take it, boy! Eat my cream, you are tough! Tough, yeah, yeah. Take it!" Bill filled Qi's mouth. Qi struggled to swallow, but Bill used his fingers to catch the spunk that dripped from his mouth. "Great, Qi. You are a master! I'll tell Eddy. He will never cage you again if he wants to stay friendly with me!" Bill kissed Qi again, and licked spunk from his face. He turned around to meet Colin's eyes and approval. Colin found baggy sports shorts and a hoodie. Barefoot, he left the house and jogged down the street. Without underwear, his shorts showed a real tenting. The wet cockhead wanted more action. Four houses down and Colin hurried inside the unlocked door. "You home, Bruce?" Colin shouted. "What's going on?" Bruce was in the kitchen door. "Please fuck me, Bruce! I'm�I'm..." Colin had his arms around Bruce, and Bill's good friend nearly lifted him from the floor. Soon afterwards he carried a naked Colin down to his playroom and sauna. *** Neither Qi nor Linda was mentioned during the couple's dinner that evening. Bill had received Colin with hot kisses when he came back from Bruce. Bill had sniffed Colin's hair, then commented. "You smell fresh of birch, love. Did Bruce use the Finnish sauna today?" "Aye, he did. He missed you in the sauna last week, he said, but guessed you were occupied with preparations for our forthcoming visit to France," Colin replied. "Well, I've had some exchanges with Reynard. He looks forward to seeing us," Bill commented. "I'm really looking forward to spending some time in France," Colin curled his hair with a finger and his eyes went wide. "I always feel so relaxed when we are at Reynard's place." "I feel the same but it will be slightly different this time as he has gifted us that house by the forest on the edge of the estate, the one that Castro lived in for a short while," said Bill. "I guess we will have to furnish it before we can move in." "Castro called it the log-house. I remember being inside it and it definitely needed to be modernised," said Colin. "I wonder what changes Reynard has made to it." "We will soon find out," smiled Colin. "Anyway we've agreed that the house could be a project for you while I'm away in Iceland." "Yes. I can work there just as easily as here," said Bill. "Have you finalised the travel arrangements?" Colin asked. "I bought flight tickets to Paris some weeks ago and I booked the train tickets from Paris to Lyon online yesterday," replied Bill. "I haven't done anything about our overnight accommodation in Paris yet. Do you want to stay with Christian?" "Hmm. Christian said we should stay with him whenever we are in Paris but it's only for one night." Colin did his thinking out loud. Then he smiled at Bill and said, "No. I just want it to be the two of us. Let's do something romantic. A dinner cruise on the Seine perhaps before we make love in a nice hotel." "Sounds good to me." Bill smiled and added, "We'll go online when we've finished eating and find a hotel." To be continued.

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Date: Fri, 20 Dec 2002 19:50:23 -0800 (PST) From: B B Subject: Saving Sebastian, parts 5 and 6 The following story is a work of complete fiction, dreamed up in my own twisted little mind. I invented Lance and Sebastian, and any resemblance they might have to real people is purely coincidental. If you're uncomfortable with themes of consensual, loving bondage, domination/submission, or humiliation and training between two young men, please stop reading here. Everyone else, enjoy! Comments are welcomed, adored, and lovingly spanked and petted at bondedboy13@yahoo.com. All but flames will be replied to. Part Five: Rules Thank god for the internet, seriously. Seb had passed out cold before I even left the room, and I threw some clothes on and headed straight for the computer. I was a little shaken up by how far we'd come in so short a time, and I was desperately in need of some reassurance. My new mentors calmed me down pretty quickly. 'It's okay to push him,' one wrote. 'Push yourself, too. He sounds like a stubborn little brat, and you may need to slap him down pretty hard before you can build him back up into the wonderful, whole person that is a contented and well-trained slave. Be unpredictable. Never let him know what the next trial is going to be, where the next pain is coming from, when you'll allow him pleasure. You'll become his whole world, and that's when the true training can begin, when you can start making him proud of who he truly is, instead of just blindly arrogant." I sighed a little, hopeful, at the idea of being Seb's whole world. 'A boy's mind is in his cock,' another, more blunt master told me. 'Control that and you control him. Your slave's a masochist, so only hurt him when he's in his belt. When he's out of it, he should get no pain at all. I let my boy come once a month, and he's grateful for my mercy.' That seemed a little extreme to me, and Seb a boy much too complex to be reduced to a cock and hormones. Someone else suggested that I 'force the obedience until it's second nature. Trust him to try, but not to succeed, until his slavery is so much a part of him that restraining him is purely symbolic.' I liked that a lot. After thanking everyone who'd replied to me, typing up Sebastian's list of rules, and bookmarking some sites on milking and safe torture, I made a short circuit of the house. When our concert tour ended three weeks ago, Sebastian had moved in with me, more or less. He had his own room, his car was here, most of his clothes and general clutter had migrated to my place. Now that things were changing so drastically, I knew I'd have to make some modifications. The room he was sleeping in now, my guest bedroom, had only a small window to the huge backyard. It was mostly bare already, and I thought it would be perfect to be our 'play room.' I wished briefly that I had a reasonably-sized basement, but really it was just a crawlspace. Anyway, that room would work fine, with the whipping frame in the center, a boxspring with posts attached to the walls, some hooks for gear, and bolts fastened to the floor for restraints, and it had the added bonus of an attached bathroom. But it would need a lock on the door. I strolled through the house slowly, looking around. I'd bought it after our first album went platinum, when I was twenty. It was huge and kind of bland; since I spent a lot of time on the road, I hadn't made much of an effort to decorate it. Now, with Sebastian here, it was starting to take on some character. His big sneakers tossed in the corner of the living room, his X-Box hooked up to my widescreen TV, his jacket on a chair in the kitchen. I snickered a little at this bland construct of suburbia being the setting for slavery and torture, and wished briefly that I'd bought a castle instead. Sebastian would look exquisite hanging from a stone wall. But at least this place was very private, surrounded by trees and large stretches of lawn, and set well back from the road. And the security I'd installed, at the recommendation of our management and bodyguards, was top-notch. I'd decided I wanted a D-bolt attached to the baseboard somewhere in every room in the house. It would be easy to clip Sebastian's leash to any of them at any time, if I felt he needed some punishment time out of 'his' room, and they'd be easy enough to hide. After placing a huge order to the local hardware store, I stretched out to close my eyes. Training Seb was both emotionally and physically demanding, though the twinkle in his eyes and his ready smile these days was reward enough for me. I called my mom after my nap, and the other guys in the band. Yes, I was doing fine, yes, Sebastian was too, he was sleeping and couldn't come to the phone, and yes, we were still on for practice night on Friday. I was interested to see how Sebastian's new life would affect his interactions with people outside, and who better to test him out on than our bandmates? They thought he was crazy anyway, and had accepted the announcement that he'd be staying with me with rolling eyes and an "it's your funeral" attitude. When I finally made it back up the stairs to our room, it was dark outside. He didn't even stir when I flipped on the light, stretched out on his side with both hands on his chastity plate. It had been harder for him than I'd expected, getting it on and accepting it as part of his life. I didn't delude myself into thinking that *that* struggle was over. The belt was actually very flattering on him, though, revealing almost more than it concealed, the slim straps and harsh angles highlighting the delicate curve of his hipbone and the white smoothness of the skin between his legs. The black leather of the belt and the cuffs was stark against his milk-pale skin. He was frowning a little in his sleep, and his fingers twitched, scratching at smooth metal. He looked very young, and I was suddenly hit by an intense wave of love. This beautiful young man was mine, he'd given himself to me. I swore then and there that I'd never fail him. I'd coiled the cat 'o nine tails on the bedside table, and picked it up now, settling on the bed beside him gently. As gently as a feather, I started stroking the tails down his arm, over his side, down between his legs. He shivered and shifted away, then forwards, and slowly, his eyes drifted open. He blinked at me for a few moments, then stared at the whip, not fully awake, and then his face crinkled in a sleepy smile. "Hi, sir," he punctuated it with a yawn so huge I could see his tonsils. "'mawake." "Yes you are." I grinned at him, and played the whip over the delicate skin just at the crease of his thigh, flicking the ends gently. He moaned and scrunched away, and I let him go. "How are you feeling, baby?" He blinked a few more times, taking stock. "I'm sore," he confessed, though he didn't seem too upset about it. "Still sleepy, a little. I have to shi-" his eyes darted to me, and he frowned a little. "I have to go," he amended, "and my bottom hurts." For all he was kicking against using the baby words I wanted from him, he didn't realize he'd started the trend himself, when we were alone, though in public he was as raunchy as any locker room jock. With me, it was always his bottom, never his ass. He would gesture at his groin, and call it 'hard,' but never refer to his cock in so many words. I reminded myself, I had to push him to do what he wanted, what he needed. I curled my hand around his thigh, squeezing lightly. "Say it right," I reminded him, still smiling. "I don't want to," he pouted prettily. "I'm not a baby, you know. It's nasty anyway, that you're not letting me go, that you're all thinking about my poop like that. I'm sure it's unhealthy for me to hold it like this." He squirmed a little, very carefully. I laughed. "You are a baby, you're my baby. And holding it for a few hours isn't going to do you any permanent damage. As for nasty..." I let a little warning creep into my tone, "nothing that we do is nasty, Seb. It's all for a reason, and you'll be grateful. Just be glad I haven't put a diaper on you. Yet." He ducked his head instantly, chewing his lip, his long eyelashes fluttering. "Yes sir," he said quietly. "Thank you, sir." I patted his belly. "Good boy. Now, up and at 'em, I've got a delivery coming and we've got a lot of work to do." He rolled too quickly, and groaned, and I grinned. "Careful, sweetie." The stripes from the lash on his back and thighs had already faded to a soft pink; I hadn't hit him very hard, really, knowing that I'd probably need to discipline him at least once more today. His ass, though, was a mess; the belt, then the brush, then the whip, had left it almost purple in a couple of spots. The black strap bisected the redness neatly, and I admired the view as he stood, slow and careful. He looked uncomfortable, standing there in front of me, shifting from foot to foot, his belly a little bloated. I stayed sitting, but put a hand on his hip to still him. "Now tell me how you're feeling. Inside and out. We need to talk about this, and then I'll show you your list, and we can get started on the room." He has always had trouble talking about his needs, and we needed to start getting past that right now. "I..." He trailed off, a little lost. I gave him an encouraging smile. "It's like. I hate the belt, you know." I nodded. "It's, it's kind of hurty, but not really. I've got all these feelings inside, making me hot, but my body can't do anything about them. So they just sit there, inside. It's horrible." "Are you getting used to it?" "No," he said frankly, then quickly amended. "No, sir. It's like it comes in waves, it builds and builds, like when you're touching me or spanking me, and all I want is to come, or get hard, ANYTHING, and I can't. It's like I'm hard everywhere but where I need to be." He was looking more and more upset. "And my bottom, it hurts so good, and I want to jerk off, and..." His hands were back at his plate, pulling and scratching, and I caught and held them. "It's okay, honey." I made my voice as soothing as I could. "It'll get easier. You're a horny thing, aren't you?" He finally smiled at me. "Yeah, I guess." His cheeks were pink, and I could see a little clear fluid dripping from between his legs. Precum, the only relief he'd be getting for a while, and no relief at all. Clearly, I'd be needing to get him a pad for when we went out in public. "I love you like that," I said frankly, and his smile got wider and happier. "But we're going to work together so that you only come when it's okay, when I say. And pretty soon you'll only get hard when I say. Won't that be nice?" "I don't know about NICE," he said petulantly, and I snickered. "It'll be different, though." "I lot of things will be different now," I said, much more seriously, and locked my eyes to his. He sobered, and stared back, those gorgeous blue eyes deep and full of love and secrets, and finally, slowly, he nodded. It was like I could see his beautiful soul. I bent him down to me and kissed him, tasting his lips and tongue, holding his shaggy hair in my hands. He was pliant and tasted so sweet, and soon was sucking my tongue, moaning and squirming his hips. "Okay, that's enough." I held him away from me firmly, and let go, and he immediately dropped to a squat, his eyes vague and fogged with arousal, his mouth open and red and shiny from my kiss. That position seemed to bring him some relief from the ache he must have been feeling, because he hunkered there, heels of his hands pressing rhythmincally against the plate on the chastity belt, pressing it up and in over and over as he tried to get some pressure on that cute little cock. His hips were flexing too, pumping down towards the floor like he was riding his plug, and I shook my head. "Is that helping?" "Noooo," he wailed softly, meeting my eyes again but not stopping his movements. "Not even a little bit!" "Then stop. Stand up, please, and behave yourself." There was a little flash of anger in his eyes, but he stilled himself and slowly stood. His precum was sliding down the inside of his thigh, in much greater quantity than before. His prostate must have been throbbing like a bitch. "Good." I stood up myself. "I unpacked the new things while you were sleeping. Go get your plain everyday collar, I put it in the special drawer." I shook my head a little. Our special drawer, which only yesterday had just held our handcuffs, extra lube, latex gloves and the condoms left over from before we'd both gotten tested. Sebastian went to the plain dresser eagerly, curiosity clear in every line. He stood there for a moment, looking into the drawer. It held all his collars and cuffs, now, as well as his gags, his buttplugs, his leashes and a blindfold. He turned back to me slowly, collar in his hands. "Things really are different now, huh?" He looked scared, and excited, and so relieved my heart hurt for him. "We're really doing this, aren't we? Sir?" "We sure are." I beckoned him closer, and snapped the collar around his neck, stroking the tender nape with my fingertips before locking the padlock. "There, now. Wipe yourself, you're leaking, and go to the kitchen. Your list is on the fridge, I'll be down in a minute." His eyes lit with excitement, and he kissed me quickly before trotting off to the bathroom. I grinned. So cute. He was standing in front of the refrigerator, rocking back and forth a little, when I made it down. I moved around the kitchen quietly, making us some sandwiches, since I hadn't eaten since breakfast and he hadn't eaten at all. He was clearly thinking hard, absorbing the list, his bare feet shifting on the cold linoleum. I smiled privately. I always kept the house cool, and now that Sebastian was going to be naked most of the time, I didn't doubt he'd notice. When the sandwiches were done, I got us both sodas and sat at the table, waiting for him to turn. He did, finally, and his face was flushed, his eyes wide and electric. "Oh my god, sir." "Do you want to talk about it?" I beckoned him over, and he came immediately. I put his plate and soda on the floor by my chair, and he looked at them in disbelief. "That's your place, Sebastian," I said with complete control. "Get down there, kiddo. We'll talk once you've gotten some food into you." He fought it. Oh, he didn't like that one bit, and he stood locked in indecision, hands clenched in fists. I decided to make it easy on him, today. "Sebastian." His eyes flew to my face. "Do you need to go get your strap?" I kept my voice gentle. This decision was his. His skin paled immediately, and his eyes dropped. "No, sir." It was reluctant, but it was obedience, and he slowly crouched down by the plate, picking up the sandwich in shaking hands. He kept his silence while we ate, though I filled him in on the other guys, the songs we had lined up for practice at the end of the week, the new stuff Adam, our keyboardist, had written that he was really excited about. He nodded and chewed thoughtfully, clearly hungry and thirsty. When we were done I had him take the dishes to the sink and wash them, and then return to my side. "Okay. Your list." I got it from the fridge and laid it on the table, and let him stand and look at it. It was neatly typed, and I read it over again, to be sure I hadn't forgotten anything. It had been a real relief to get it all down on paper; it was a lot to remember, for me as well as him, and I knew that I had to be utterly consistent when it came to his behavior. 1. When in the house, Sebastian will wear his collar, his cuffs, and a plug, and nothing else, unless told to do so. (I'd left the belt off the list, because I knew it would be coming on and off as needed) Outside the house, he will wear what his master wishes. 2. Sebastian will obey his master instantly and without argument, no matter what the command. 3. He will call his master "Sir." He will not swear in the house. He will not sit without permission. 4. He will not get an erection, touch himself, or above all come, without permission. He will not have sexual contact of any kind with anyone but his master. 5. He will not use the toilet without permission. 6. He will be polite to everyone, in public and private, and behave respectfully towards everyone he sees. 7. He will wake up at nine every morning. 8. He will submit to discipline gratefully and willingly, at the hands of his master. He will thank his master for helping him after every punishment. 9. He will recieve a spanking every morning on awakening and every night immediately before bed, no matter what. 10. He will be restrained for serious punishment. 11. Sebastian will never lie to his master, in word or deed. Lance will never lie to his slave, in word or deed. 12. Lance will never cause his slave permanent harm. 13. Use of the safeword will cause all activity to stop instantly. 14. Lance will love his slave with all his heart, and act always with his ultimate well-being in mind. Sebastian will love his master with all his heart, and submit to him absolutely, trusting him to know best. I'd added the last one as an afterthought, but I was very pleased when reading it caused Sebastian to sniffle a little and reach for my hand. I squeezed his fingers, and he gave me a watery smile. "Is it good?" "It's perfect," he said quietly. "Can I ask a question, though?" "Always." "You said I'd get spanked only for fun now, when we were making love. But you're gonna spank me twice a day now? Even if I've been good?" "Especially if you've been good," I grinned up at him, and he rolled his eyes and chuckled. "Your spankings won't be punishment, Seb. They're just a reminder of how things are. If you've been bad, you'll have been punished already for it, the spanking will happen separately." He quailed a little at the thought of being spanked on a whipped ass, but nodded his understanding. I ran my fingers over his hipbone, and he sighed and curled closer to the touch. "Have I told you how proud I am of you?" He shook his head, shyly. "You're incredibly brave, baby. You're letting me help you, and give you what you need, even though it's hard and scary. I'm so proud I could burst." He was bright pink with pleasure, and standing tall, by the time I was done. I pinched his ass lightly, and he squeaked and jumped, glaring at me. I laughed. "Go get started clearing out your room. Take out everything but the dresser, the bedframe and the box spring, and stick it in the big storage closet at the end of the hall. Scoot, now." He scooted, and I went to answer the doorbell. If he hardware deliveryman thought it was odd that he was dropping off boxes full of locks and bolts and fastenings, hooks and chains and rubber mats, a few power tools, and an extra-large dog bed, he didn't say anything about it. It's amazing, the power of a famous name and a platinum card. He even brought it all into the living room for me. I could hear Seb moving around upstairs, and hoped he had enough sense to stay up there. I signed the slip, tipped handsomely, and grabbed the boxes to bring with me as I headed up to the room. Sebastian's a quick worker, and he had the place almost cleared. Not that there was a lot in there to begin with. It's a big room, and it looked strangely bare without an armchair or endtables or desk. Well, we'd fill it up soon enough. He was pale, though, with a little sheen of sweat on his face, and I set down the boxes and had him come to me. "What is it, honey? Tell me." He blushed, and looked down, and placed his hands on his abdomen. "It's...here. I'm getting cramps now." The food probably hadn't helped. "Please, sir. Please may I go?" "Say it right." I was starting to lose patience with this. "May I go poop please?" His face was scarlet. Instead of answering, I took his hand and led him to the dresser, taking out a plastic bag filled with the enema kit I'd grabbed at the store yesterday. He folllowed me meekly to the bathroom, his face hopeful. "Okay, kiddo. Turn around and bend over, hands on knees." He did it with gratifying alacrity, and I unlocked his strap, letting it dangle. I took a moment to appreciate the sight. The end of the plug was clearly visible, the ring of his anus stretched and strained-looking and red around it, contracting and expanding madly now that there was relief in sight. He was hairless there, since yesterday, and I stroked the hot skin with my fingertip. "Oh, sir." A breathless gasp. "Please take it out, it hurts." He was pushing now, I could see the soft pink of inner tissue as he tried to force the plug out of his body. It wouldn't work, of course. The widest part was snugged nicely just above his muscle. "Calm down," I ordered. "Relax, Seb." I grasped the end of the plug and started working it out of him. He grunted at the first tug, a deep animal sound of pain, which changed into a breathless "uh uh uh uh" as I twisted and pulled, finally getting the wide part out of him, and controlling the slide of the rest. He was pushing it so hard I had to push back, once or twice. Finally it was out, and his hole was empty, raw and gaping open and twitching as he fought to hold his bowel closed. I walked out from behind him, and dropped the plug in the sink, then strolled to the tub, filling the enema bag with cool water, testing the flow in the tube, soaping up the end. I completely ignored his growing whimpers. Finally, when it looked like he was about to simply mess himself, I touched his shoulder. "Go to the toilet, Seb." He almost leaped for it, and I followed him there, watching his every move as he squirmed in shame, finally emptying himself with a huge sigh of relief. I'm not into piss or shit as sexual acts, myself, but something in me knew that he needed this humiliation, me watching him shit helplessly. He would have no privacy any more, and this was just the first step. When he was done, he just sat there panting, his head hanging. "Wipe yourself," I said shortly. "Then get in the tub, on your knees and elbows. We're gonna clean you out." "Oh man," he groaned, grabbing some paper. "Is it going to hurt?" "Not too bad," I reassured him. "Nothing you can't handle." He was a masochist, after all. He must have heard something in my tone, because he looked at me skeptically as he cleaned himself off and flushed and hobbled over to the tub, assuming the position. "It's so wierd," he commented as he ducked his head between his arms. "I feel all empty, like I'm five pounds lighter." "Judging by sound, you probably are," I said dryly, and he snickered. "Spread those knees, please." They spread instantly, and I rolled up my sleeves and started running the hose up his nice stretched hole. He whimpered a little, but it was a pleasure sound, so I ignored it. The start of the water running got a whole different sound, a shocked little hum as he processed the sensation of the cool water. Soon he was grunting again, and when I saw his belly start to swell, I turned off the flow. "Hold it," I ordered him, though water had already started to trickle from his hole. "I don't think I can," he gasped, his face contorted with effort. "I'm so full. Oh god. I'm trying, I promise, sir." "I know you are, honey. You're doing really well." I stood him up gently, and spread his legs again, and pressed on his belly. With a sob he let go, brown water gushing from him in a steady stream, down his long legs and then down the drain. I stroked his tear-covered cheek. "Down on knees and elbows again, Seb." "Oh, n-" He caught it in time, and folded back down into the tub. I filled him up one more time, and this time he was quiet, though his lashes were clumped and spiky with tears. He held it a little longer, and I praised him, before having him squat and release, this time holding his strap out of the way. The water was clear, and I had him scrub himself off with a soapy washcloth while I put away the enema kit. "Feel better now?" He'd calmed down considerably, but that could be decieving. Sometimes, like the first time he put on the belt, Seb is calmest right before a big explosion. This time, though, he just nodded quietly, and stepped out of the tub. "Hands and knees," I told him, and he did so passively. I pressed him down until he was tilted, head down and ass in the air, and slicked up my hand a little. I've found it's very important to have lube in just about every room in the house. I slipped two fingers into him and he took them easily, sighing, and I stroked his back. Slowly and gently, I massaged his prostate, twisting my fingers and fucking him with them, and soon he was shivering and pressing back against me. "You're a good boy," I told him softly. "I love you." "I love you too, sir," he gasped, humping his hips back on my fingers. "Oh, it's so good...please let me out of the belt, please fuck me, I need to get hard, please..." I kept fingering him even as I slapped his ass sharply, hitting the belt chain and making him yelp. "You know better than that. Quiet." Every muscle in his body was twitching, now, and there was a steady stream of clear fluid dripping down from the hole in his gear, puddling between his legs on the floor. I reached around and stroked one of his small nipples, teasing it into hardness and then pulling and twisting it sharply, watching his back arch in an agony of pleasure as I continued to rub his prostate directly. Soon he was drawn tight as a bow, chanting "oh, oh, oh, oh," twisting helplessly. I let go of him completely then, standing and stripping, folding my clothes as he quivered on the floor at my feet. Sometimes I'm so focused on Seb, on what I'm doing to him and how he's reacting, that I barely notice my own body. I'm almost always hard when I'm training him, though. Of course, I've got a lot more self control than he does, but this afternoon had left me painfully, exquisitely erect. And Sebastian was mine, to be used for my relief and pleasure. The thought made me impossibly harder. I slipped back behind him, grasped his hips, and pushed myself into him dry, all eight and a half inches in one long hard thrust. He almost left the floor he jerked so hard, his ass contracting like a vise around my cock, and he squealed like a girl, his voice high and wavering and echoing off the bathroom walls. "Easy, honey," I soothed him. "Relax." He didn't, of course, and I started to thrust, hard and pounding and merciless. Sebastian has the most amazing ass, and of all places in the world it's my favorite place to be. A hot slick fist holding my cock, taking my punishment, even as he bucked and moaned and screamed, a beautiful soundtrack to the fuck. I lasted a lot longer than I thought I would, actually, lost in the feeling of him, holding him tightly so he couldn't squirm away. Not that he wanted to; soon he was pushing back as eagerly as I was thrusting forward, and I felt the hot coil of pressure building in my groin, curling out to my thighs and belly, and I shot into him, throwing my head back and shouting his name. When I came back to earth I was still inside him, softening rapidly, and I pulled out with a little pop. He was completely still, braced on his elbows and head hanging. Immediately, I pushed two fingers back into him through my own spunk, tapping his prostate, and he convulsed, back arching like a bow, just *gushing* precum. I held him there for a little while, before sliding my hand away, and he just collapsed, like a puppet with its string cut. He was panting harshly, and my breath wasn't exactly even either. My knees were shaky when I pushed to my feet, and I cleaned myself up and got dressed in silence. Seb didn't move. "Talk to me," I finally said quietly. "You're okay, Sebastian. Tell me what's going on." "That was the most awful thing..." he answered immediately, his voice thick. "I couldn't even get hard, sir. Not when you were fucking me, and it felt so incredible, and I couldn't get anywhere with it." "How does that make you feel?" He was clearly on the edge of something, and I pushed him. "Bad." He paused, curling up on his side. "Good. Dirty. Ashamed. I never want to feel that way again." He glanced up at me, eyes wet. "A-and I can't wait for you to do it again." "Oh, baby." I dropped to the floor and pulled his head into my lap, stroking his hair, pushing the long strands behind his ears. He was still thrumming with tension, unreleased pleasure, and I petted him until he calmed a little. "It's okay that you feel that way. I do care about how you feel, you know. Just remember that knowing won't change what I do to you." He shivered, and nodded, and we held hands for a little while in silence. Finally, I sighed. The tile was COLD, and I could only imagine how Seb felt, still naked. "Up, Seb. Clean your ass and your plug, then you can have some time off. Play your X-Box, or your piano, or call your mom. Whatever you want, and I'll get the room set up." He sniffled gratefully, and got to his feet, slow and stiff. "This is gross, you know," he informed me from the sink, where he was scrubbing his plug. "Why do you think it's your job and not mine?" He rolled his eyes at me over his shoulder, but finished the job and stood quietly while I worked it back into him, only jerking and crying out at the widest point. I strapped him back in, and kissed him, and sent him downstairs for some much-needed downtime. Part Six: Play It had been the worst, best, longest, shortest, most difficult day of my life, and it wasn't even ten PM yet. My bottom was on fire still, my hole was stretched and burning and sore and plugged, and I couldn't get a hard on. But I was happy, oh I was happy. Lance was making a room for us to be in, master and slave, and I could feel my belly trembling in anticipation. The thought of going back to any other way of life was completely unimaginable already. I wandered into the kitchen, liking the naughty feeling of roaming around the house mostly naked. More food; apparently screaming and crying and hurting really works up an appetite, and first on the agenda for my free time was dinner and a LOT of water. I paused for a moment, considering that. It was a rule that I wasn't to pee until Lance said okay, but I was really thirsty and my mouth felt like it was full of cotton. I drank a glass down in long gulps, and filled it again, grabbing some cold pasta out of the fridge and heading for the living room. I could hear Lance upstairs, hammering and the occasional hum and scrape of a power tool, and it reassured me. I like Lance's living room. It's got big picture windows that look out over the trees in his backyard, and gorgeous Oriental rugs. The furniture doesn't match really, but it's all comfy and well worn, and he's got the best sound system ever. There was a big dog bed sitting in the hall, and I wondered at it, but finally shrugged and moved on. I passed the chair that I'd smashed in a screaming fit a couple of months ago, and winced. It scared me how out of control I'd been, how close I'd come to really fucking up my life. A few more months of drugs and hookers and groupies and freakouts, and I think the band would have broken up. I'd have been alone. No Lance. I shivered at the thought, and sat carefully on the softest couch in the room. If you've never had your butt well and truly beaten you have no idea how intensely aware of your body it makes you. Just sitting requres muscles and skin movement and all kinds of things that normally I wouldn't give a second thought to; with a sore bottom those all sprang into sharp relief. I finally made it down, the plug a hard presence that I was almost getting used to, and reached for the phone. It was strange to think of the outside world, now. Lance and I had our own, and everything outside seemed strange and vague. I needed to reconnect, so I called my mom. I think she was shocked by how happy and calm I sounded. She kept asking me if things were really okay, if I'd gotten into some kind of trouble. Finally she came right out and asked if I was stoned. I laughed myself silly at that one, and she finally believed me, and told me she loved me a lot, and was so glad I was doing better. I silently thought she ought to be thanking Lance, but... I talked to my little brothers for a while, and Pete told me the dirty joke he'd learned in school all proudly. They had me in stitches, they're really great kids. It was their bedtime, so I smooched the phone and listened to them squeal "eewwwwww!" and laughed and hung up. Adam was next. I had a feeling Lance wanted me to apologize to James in person, so I called our keyboardest instead. He's a big guy, but really mellow and nice, and I figured I had some explaining to do. "Talk to me." He always answers the phone like that. "Hey, man. It's Seb." "Seb." His voice was instantly a little wary, and I winced again. "What's up, man? You need bail or somethin'?" "No, no, nothing like that. I'm home. I just wanted to, you know, say I'm sorry. For being such a shithead to you, and stuff." I caught my breath, I'd boken the no-swearing rule. "Whoa." He sounded impressed. "What the fuck, dude? Who are you and what have you done with Sebastian McKay?" "Nah, it's me." I sighed. "Look. I know I was making things real hard, last tour. You all had to deal with a lot of my crap, and that isn't fair. Things are changing, dude, I'm making some changes. They'll be better, I swear, I'm getting my act together." There was a long pause on the other end. "You were already starting to get better there at the end," he finally said thoughtfully. "I'm real glad to hear it. REAL glad. Wanna tell me what's going on?" I shook my head unconsciously, then spoke. "Not right now, no. But me and Lance, we're working together, he's been a huge help. The hugest. I was on the slippery slope, man, but I'm on the way back up." Another long pause, and he hummed contemplatively. He's a very smart man, Adam, and I was pretty sure he knew something was up. "Okay," he said finally. "You sure you two know what you're doing?" That confirmed it. "Absolutely." I put all the conviction I could into my voice. "Without a doubt. Now tell me about this amazing new song I'm hearing about." He laughed, and started talking, all bubbling enthusiasm. It was great, just chatting about music again, and by the time we hung up I was feeling like a million bucks. I scarfed down the pasta and did some channel surfing, but the X-Box was calling me. I'm a total addict, I love that thing and all the games I've got for it, and that's STILL no excuse for what happened next. I was right in the middle of a really difficult level on Halo, and I guess I hadn't heard Lance calling me. I was totally into it, I'd forgotten the belt and my bottom and my collar and everything, I was completely focused. When he walked into the room I didn't even look up. "Sebastian," he said, a little louder than usual. "I've been calling you. Time to come to bed, sweetie." I didn't even think. Just opened my mouth. "In a minute," I said, eyes focused on the tv screen. "I'm in the middle of this." Looking back on it now, he must have known that something was going on, because he'd brought a riding crop with him. I didn't even know we HAD a riding crop. But he was on me so fast I didn't even get a chance to react, tearing the controller out of my hands and grabbing my collar, twisting me over and putting a knee in the middle of my back as I bent over the couch. I didn't have time to do more than shriek "SIR!" before he laid into me. He wasn't even mad, and that was the scary thing, though I wasn't thinking about it at the time. No, I was screaming and flailing around, as that crop hit my bottom so hard and so fast and so many times it was like a solid brick of pain slamming into my body, jerking me around like a puppet as I screamed "no no no no no stop AAAAAH NO NO NO SIR NO I'M SORRY I'M SORRY PLEASE NO," constant meaningless words that had no effect on him. When he finally stopped and took his knee off me I had no words left. "Get up." His voice was firm and still calm, in contrast to my shaking sweating twitching whimpering self. I collapsed down to the floor, then pushed myself to my feet, quivering like a leaf, almost unable to stand. It had been so shocking, so sudden, that my mind was just blank. "What do you say? I'm not going to remind you again, next time you'll be punished for this." I looked at him. He was standing there, fully dressed, a wicked-looking crop hanging from his right hand. His eyes were harder than usual, his lips in a firm line, displeasure clear in his posture and face. He had worked hard, the curls at his temples were damp with the effort it had taken to discipline me properly. "I'm sorry, sir," I wept. "It won't happen again." "No, it won't. But that's not what you say. On the couch, Seb." I howled again, but my body obeyed him, stretching out over the couch with my bottom in the air. This time it was only five, but just as hard as before, and I was so sensitized that it felt like he was beating my entire body with the crop. I was hot to my fingertips, jerking and moaning with each stroke, my legs kicking up in automatic reaction. The endorphins were blurring my vision and making my heart pound and my cock strain desperately against the metal, my writhing pushing that damn plug into my prostate HARD. Even without the belt, though, I wouldn't have been enjoying this. When he was through he pulled me back to my feet. "Let's try this again. What do you say, Sebastian?" "Th-th-thank you," I got out between great gasps for air. "Thank you sir, f-fo-for helping me be good." "You're welcome, love." He dropped his hand and felt between my legs, and when he pulled it back his fingers were shiny wet. "You're incorrigible, you know that?" He smiled at me, open and loving and forgiving, and I had to smile back, weak as it was. "Now, it's bedtime. Get your bed, we're going upstairs." "My bed, sir?" My head was swimming, and I couldn't think at all. "But I sleep with you." "Not any more." He pointed at the dog bed, and I started crying even harder, but walked over to it reluctantly and picked it up. It was large, but light, and I got it upstairs fairly easily, setting it at the foot of his bed as he commanded. It was sort of a huge wicker basket, with a dark green padded lining. "It's for mastiffs, great danes, or large dogs with litters of puppies," he explained, amused, as I stared at it with hatred. "A pup like you should find it very comfortable. Now, do you want to see your room, before we hit the sack?" I nodded, wiping my nose on my arm, and follwed him as he led me across the hall. He looked so pleased and excited, warm brown eyes sparkling, and I felt my spirits start to rise. He loved me, after all. And I had *definitely* messed up. The great thing was, now that he'd punished me, it was over. I knew he wasn't thinking about it any more, so I could just let it go, with no lingering painful guilt. I sighed, and did, at least as much as I could with every step agony for my poor bruised bottom. The room...I just stopped walking, as soon as I stepped through the door. The walls were still the same light blue, but everything else was completely different. I'd had no idea Lance was so handy with tools! The middle of the room was empty, but covered with a thick rubber mat over the wood floor. On one wall, the bare boxspring had been fastened to the frame, and the frame bolted to the wall. It looked scary and exciting and neat. The cuffs and straps were still attached to the corners and arranged neatly on the bed, which extended long-ways out into the room. He could get at me from any angle, and I shivered, my heart speeding up just a bit. I turned slowly, taking it all in. Large silver hooks were fastened all along one wall, and hanging from each was something different. Two of the hooks had three arms, and held the collars and matching cuffs, both the silver and the leather. The strap, solid and menacing, had its own hook, the cat next to it, and as I watched Lance walked over and hung the crop from one by the little loop on its handle. Lance has a gorgeous ass, round and full and firm, and I let myself admire it before continuing my little visual tour. The dresser had been pushed to the corner by the closet. Neatly displayed on top were three dildos of varying sizes, four buttplugs, all different, something that looked like those little chains that hold security passes with sharp triangular snaps at both ends, and a tiny little riding crop. I'd find out soon enough what those were for, I was sure. There were labels on the drawers, too, and walking closer I could read them. "Gags," one said. "Blindfolds," another said. "Leashes," "Clips," "Chains," "Straps," "Rings" and by the time I'd finished reading them all I was whimpering softly, excited and ashamed. "The whipping frame will go there, I think," Lance said thoughtfully, slipping one arm around my waist and pointing to a place on the edge of the big rubber mat. "And see, there are rings in the floor there and there, and on the wall there, and the ceiling. I had a hell of a time finding the posts in the walls." They were gleaming dully, big and solid and inescapable looking. I shivered again, and leaned into his comforting hold. "It's perfect. Wow, Lance," I whispered, awed. "This is incredible." He grinned at me. "I'm glad you like it, sweetie, I think we'll be spending a lot of time here." He held me closer when I flinched. "I made a couple little modifications to the bathroom, too, but those aren't as interesting. It's your job to make sure everything here is neat and clean, every day. And the door must always stay locked, unless we're in here playing. That's your job too." I nodded, determined to be responsible. "And I put up our rules, too," he said, gently turning me to the door. Right next to it, proudly displayed in a plain black frame, was the list he'd typed up earlier. "I want you to read it every day, at least once." "Yes sir," I said happily. He pinched my side lightly, and grinned when I giggled. "You're a special boy, Seb. I wanted to make this room just as special as you are." "Oh," I whispered, eyes filling. I was overwrought, what do you expect? "Oh Lance, you did. Thank you SO much. I love it." "I'll remember you said that," he warned lightly, snickering a little, and I stuck out my tongue playfully, dancing away from his swat. "Now come on. I'm beat, and we've still got some talking to do." I'm proud that I remembered to lock the door as we left. Once in his room I stripped him, worshipping his body with my hands. He's not slim, but there's not an ounce of fat on him; he's just built solid, wide sturdy shoulders, long body, straight flat waist. His hips swell out some, and his thighs and calves are thick and strong. His cock hung down between his legs, not hard but full and plump and gorgeous, his balls like a sweet secret behind it. I wanted to taste, but a little shake of his head got me back on my feet, fingers tingling from the touch of his skin. It's so soft. Softer than any woman's I've ever screwed. He sat on the edge of the bed, and motioned me over. I went, feet dragging with dread. My bottom was still agony from the crop, and it showed no sign of getting better. "Over my knees, honey." I draped myself over his strong thighs, forcing myself to relax. All he did at first was unfasten the strap on my belt, then the chains. My cock was still trapped in the tube behind the plate, though, although suddenly I could feel a draft on the soft skin behind my balls. He spread my thighs with a gentle hand, touching me there, stroking me and pressing my prostate up against the plug, and slowly I felt that hot anxious feeling building in my stomach and groin. It was quiet, though, and nice, him just touching me and making me feel good. Finally, he stopped, leaving me a quivering mass of nerves. I was making his thigh all wet, I could feel it. "Oh man. You've got some serious welts here, Sebastian." He touched my bottom, and I cringed away, nodding. "I advise you to mind your manners tomorrow, huh? The fact that your butt is blistered is not going to keep me from beating it if you need it." I bit my tongue. "Yes sir. I'll try my hardest." Even I had to smile at the fervency of my promise, and he laughed. "Now, tell me about your day." I actually lifted my head and stared at him over my shoulder, and he smiled and touched my nose with a finger. "C'mon, I want to hear it." I relaxed back down, and sighed, and tried to organize all the tangled feelings I had about the day. "Well, I woke up WAY too early-" I broke off with a yelp when my thigh was pinched. "I woke up on time," I corrected, "and got my bottom smacked because I was pissy. Then I did my chores, and we went to the store. That's a really great store." He snorted agreement. "We picked out all the stuff that'll help you teach me to be a good boy. It was kind of scary, but really good." He was stroking my back gently now. "I got a chastity belt," I said in a tiny voice. "I hate it, but it's helping me learn to control myself, and my master thinks I need it." "I KNOW you need it, Seb," he said quietly, and I nodded. "I need it. Then we came home, and I was whipped hard, because I'd been really bad. It hurt so much I wet the bed." I didn't realize it, but I was falling into the same speech patterns I'd had when I was a little boy. I was giving up all my adult ideas about self-will and independence and autonomy, bit by bit, and it was starting to show. "Then we showered and I got to come, and then had a nap, which I really needed, and then when I woke up we started cleaning the room. Then I-I-I-" I didn't want to say it, but I knew he would make me. "Then you let me poop, and cleaned me out inside, and fucked me," I whispered, and his stroking hand never paused. "It was awful and amazing. Then I got free time, and I called my mom and my brothers, and Adam. I apologized to him. I think he knows something's going on, sir," I confesed to him. "I wouldn't be surprised." Lance sounded unconcerned. "He's super smart, and he was watching us pretty close that last week on tour, when you started behaving yourself a little better." I nodded. "I swore on the phone with him," I told him meekly, and he shook a little with laughter. "We'll let it slide this time, Seb. When you're talking to other people it's okay." I exhaled in relief. "Then I played my X-Box. And I was bad again, and got whipped hard again, just like I deserved. Twice, because I forgot to say thank you after. You showed me my incredible new room, and now I'm going to be spanked, and I really have to go pee." I was regretting that second glass of water. His hand paused, then moved up to my collar, shaking my head back and forth gently. "Why didn't you ask when we were in your room?" "I didn't have to go then," I protested, and he chuckled. "Okay. After your spanking, we'll go. Next time though you spend the night full, if you don't ask before your spanking." "Thank you, sir." Sometimes he's so nice to me. "Ten tonight, I think, baby. Just my hand. Count, please." Oh, it burned so bad, even though I could tell he was only smacking me lightly. I was crying again by the end, I didn't know a person could cry so much in one day. It felt like he had on a flaming glove, each swat scorching my tortured skin. He hugged me when we were through, and stroked my hair and back, and told me I was good. Those magic words calmed me right down, even while he refastened my belt. His cock was hard, but he's not like me; he's got self control, and it went down right away. Sitting to pee is really embarrassing, especially when your master is standing right in front of you, watching you go. But it was a huge relief, too, and something in me loved the shame I was feeling. It made my insides squirmy and hot, and I clung to him as we walked back to the bedroom. That bed. God. It's a tight fit even when I'm not sore, but bending myself into it, with a big heavy plug in my butt and a chastity belt on and a blistered bottom? Not the easiest thing in the world. He'd laid a towel down in the middle where my hips would go, probably knowing I'd make a mess, and I shifted around until I was as comfortable as possible. He left me there, and I could hear him moving around the house, shutting off lights and locking doors. I felt safe and warm and loved, even more when he draped a blanket over me, before clicking off the lamp and settling in. I closed my eyes, hips still twitching from the plug and the spanking, and was asleep before I could do more than sigh. [end part six.]

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Date: Sun, 15 Dec 2002 13:08:20 -0800 (PST) From: B B Subject: Saving Sebastian, parts three and four The following story is a work of complete fiction, dreamed up in my own twisted little mind. I even invented Lance and Sebastian, and any resemblance they might have to real people is purely coincidental. If you're uncomfortable with themes of consensual, loving bondage, domination/submission, or humiliation and training between two young men, please stop reading here. Everyone else, enjoy! Comments are welcomed, adored, and lovingly spanked and petted at bondedboy13@yahoo.com. All but flames will be replied to. Saving Sebastian, Part Three: Advice I have to admit, I sat in my chair for a few very long minutes after I'd sent Sebastian away, my head in my hands, wondering what the hell I'd gotten myself into. I wasn't some experienced dom, used to training slaves, and Sebastian, from all the replies I'd gotten on the usenet, was definitely going to be challenging. I raised my head and went back to the computer, looking at the responses my post had garnered. There were some suggestions there that I'd found ridiculous, some that I'd found scary, some that had aroused me deeply. Since there seemed to be a consensus that my own pleasure should be a primary goal in the relationship, I concentrated on that last category. The discipline, for example. I'd almost come last night while punishing Seb; something inside me loved the sight of him writhing and sobbing while I beat his little ass red. I relished his struggles to get away, and I was completely gratified by the satisfaction and gratitude on his face after I'd finished with him. Some of the posters had suggested regular and strict discipline, and I thought that that would soon become a scheduled fixture in our lives. I'd replied that I was concerned that he would not misbehave often enough to make that possible, and the almost instant response was that slaves can never be perfect, and must always strive to please their masters more completely. There is *always* a reason for punishment. Even if not, a regular morning and evening spanking would give structure to our lives. The first thing he'd feel each day would be pain and pleasure at my hand, and the last thing before sleep. My erection at the thought was so intense I had to bend at the waist, trying to relieve the near-pain. I'd given vague details about Seb's misbehavior the night before in my post, and had learned that though his behavior was appalling, much of the responsibility for it rested with me. I'd given him some limits, but not enough, and I'd set no defined punishment or expectations for him. Some of the more experienced masters scolded me for this, and I reddened with shame. How could I expect him to behave properly, when I'd been so lax? His behavior from now on was my responsibility, and it was my duty to control, restrict, discipline and reward him. I had to think about that a good long time. It was an incredible responsibility, really, but in the calm center of my mind I knew it was what I wanted. What I needed, as much as Seb needed loving control. Humiliation seemed key. The men who'd responded to me seemed to have studied my description of Seb carefully, because they seemed to know exactly how he behaved. Sebastian was a strange combination of massive ego and deep insecurity, lashing out in anger and then begging submissively for forgiveness, cocky and assertive one moment and completely withdrawn the next. He had no self control whatsoever, and my new teachers seemed to think that a steady dose of humility would bring him to more of an even keel. If he stopped thinking of himself so much, one said, he'd be much happier. Redirect the entirety of his focus to you. Encourage that natural submissiveness, take away his choices, control his body and his wilfullness and you'll have done your job. It sounded like a massive task. Some methods they suggested were sensory deprivation, controlling and monitoring his excretions, menial tasks, and chastity. Chastity fascinated me, and I'd already checked out a couple of the web links they'd provided. I'd asked Sebastian about his masturbation habits, but truthfully I'd already known. You can't share a tour bus with someone for a year without learning a lot about their personal habits. However, I'd wanted him to admit it to me, to admit that it was something he should not do, now that he was with me. I seriously doubted his ability to keep his hands off his cock, though, and I knew I'd need something soon. Most of the high-security devices I liked had a six-month ordering time, and since we were celebrities, I didn't think we could just stroll into a sex shop and buy one. Butt plugs and whips and gags we could laugh off as joke gifts for friends, but a $400 chastity belt? I wanted him belted and plugged as soon as possible, his sex completely under my control. I posted another question to the list, in regards to that question, and while I was waiting for an answer I decided to check on Seb. I found him in the bedroom, tidying the bed. He'd stripped the crumpled and stained sheets already, and he was humming as he put fresh bedclothes on. He looked happy and content, and I imagined him naked, in a collar and cuffs and chastity belt, and even though I'd come down his throat less than an hour ago, I felt myself get hard. "Sebastian." I called his name softly, and he spun to face me, a delighted smile on his face. So different from the sullen angry boy of a few short weeks ago, and I felt my heart swell with love for him. "Come here," I ordered, and he came willingly. I pulled his head down and gave him a deep kiss, tangling my tongue with his, and he purred delightedly into my mouth. When I pushed him away he was still smiling. "Take your shorts off, kiddo. You're naked until we go to the store, today." He looked at me questioningly, but complied quickly enough, and stood before me bare. Sebastian's tall, but slim, and I took a moment to admire him. He hadn't filled out yet, still slightly coltish with his long slender legs, tiny hips, and flat belly. His shoulders were wide, but overall he gave the impression of youth and innocence. His face only reinforced it. We'd teased him that his face sold at least half of our records, at least the ones that went to teenaged girls, and it was probably true. It was still a little round and babyish, with a straight, handsome little nose, and his huge eyes and wide, vulnerable mouth made him look sweet. The wicked smirks he gave onstage just contrasted with that and made him even sexier. He was watching me now, with those deep indigo eyes, and I stroked his hip. His cock bobbed in front of him, six inches hard, his balls full and dark and hanging low beneath. His sparse dark pubic curls glistened against his white skin. "You know I love you, right?" His eyes lit up. "Yeah. I mean, yes sir." "Good. Now go bend across the bed." He sucked in a breath, eyes widening. "But I'm so sore-" "SEBASTIAN." He froze at my tone. "Do it NOW." The sooner he learned not to question me, the easier it would be. "Yes sir." There was notable reluctance in his voice, and he dragged himself over to the bed, bending over it awkwardly. He wasn't quite tall enough to kneel, but he was too tall to hang off the edge of the bed. His little ass was bright red, still, angry looking and raw, and I inspected it carefully, without touching. "Are you hard?" I knew the answer, but wanted to hear it from him. "Yes sir," he muttered into the bedspread. "I'm going to go get the hairbrush. Be soft when I get back, or it'll go worse for you." With that warning, I left for the bathroom. He was panting lightly when I returned, and I walked softly, not wanting him to know I was there. Roughly, I shoved a hand between his thighs, grabbing his cock and balls and pulling them back between his legs. He squealed and shivered, as I found what I'd known I would; the anticipation had hardened him even more, and he was leaking everywhere. "This lack of self control is disgusting," I told him coldly. "A good boy wouldn't be hard when his master had told him not to be. We're going to get you some help, Sebastian, with this little problem of yours. Tell me, do you know why you're being punished right now?" "Because you want to?" Sharp boy, to figure it out, and the fear and pain in his voice was mixed with anticipation. "Partly, yes. Any time I want, any time I think you need it, I'll tan your hide. But you left your clothes all over the floor last night when you stripped, and you know better than that." His hands clenched in the bedclothes, his knuckles going white. I handled him roughly, squeezing his balls and pinching his cock, and then let go entirely. "Don't you?" "Yes sir. I'm sorry, sir, it won't happen again." He was pleading now, and I smiled. "I told you to clean yourself thoroughly this morning. Did you?" "Yes sir," he said, eager to have done something right. I placed the hairbrush on the small of his back, and yanked his asscheeks apart. His scream was high and thin and breathless, and his back arched, and I slapped him right between the legs. He screamed again. "Sit still and be quiet," I said firmly, and he went still, panting harder now. I inspected his crack and asshole, even going so far as to sniff them, as he sobbed in humiliation. Two fingers into him roughly, and he squeaked, more quietly this time. I pulled them out, and inspected the faint brown stain. "Not clean enough," I said grimly, and shoved the fingers into his face. He cringed away. "This is why we'll be doing regular enemas," I told him. I couldn't wait to get to the store. When I released his cheeks, he sighed and slumped back onto the bed, only to stiffen again when I picked up the hairbrush. I let my tone soften a little, then. "I'll go easy today, since you're so red. Just six, baby, can you take it?" He nodded his head against the bed, and gripped tight again. "Okay, count them out." I did go easy, not even using part of my strength to bring the brush down against his raw buttocks, light slaps only, but the first one still hit him like an electric shock. SMACK! "ONE!" SMACK! *sob* "Two" SMACK! "Three oh please sir please stop it hurts so much-" SMACK! "F-f-four Lance Sir STOP please please-" SMACK! "fiiiive nooooo-" SMACK! "Six oh my god oh shit oh god." I sat beside him on the bed, smoothing his ass with my hand as he cried it out. I popped open the lotion I'd brought with me, and squirted some on the skin, rubbing it in with a light hand, massaging him until he slowed to hiccups. His little butt looked so good, glowing a fresh red again, hot against my hand. I wanted to get in him again, but I judged that it would be too much, right now. Instead, I fisted my hard on, only taking a few short strokes before I was coming all over his ass, spraying him with my spunk. He shivered as the heat hit his skin, and I rubbed that in, too. "What do you say, Sebastian?" I wouldn't remind him after today. "T-thank you, sir, for punishing me for my bad behavior." His voice was small and humble, and I couldn't have been more pleased. "You're welcome. Now, get up." He stood, on shaky legs, and wiped his face. His cock was still hard, but at least he'd managed not to come. I ignored it. "Have you picked a safeword yet?" He nodded and sniffled. "It's songbird, sir." I smiled and stood, pulling him close to me. "I think that's beautiful. Now tell me honestly, do you hate me right now?" Even as he leaned gratefully into my arms, he nodded. "Yes sir." "That's okay. You're gonna hate me a lot more, I'm sure, as time goes on. Do you understand why I spanked you? That you deserved it?" "Yes. I deserved it." I felt him release his anger with that submission, and I squeezed him tightly. "And do you understand that if I chose, I could bend you back over that bed right now and take out my belt and give you twenty more stripes?" I got a full-body shiver at that, and his head jerked in terror. But he answered immediately. "Yes sir." "Good boy." I let my pleasure show in my voice. "You're going to hate me, Seb. I'm gonna be mean, and cruel, and cause you pain. But if you trust me, we'll make it through together." I pulled back and wiped tears off his face with my thumb. "Now, finish making the bed, and get dressed. We're going shopping for new toys." His eyes lit up. Oh, he was loving this, for all he hated it too. "Can I help pick them out?" I laughed. "Of course. Now go on. I'll come get you when I'm ready to go." He smiled, and kissed me quickly, before heading to his room. Part Four: Shopping We still hadn't made my list, and it was troubling me even more than the fire in my bottom as we drove into the city. I looked sideways at Lance. He was smiling, singing along with the radio, and I couldn't help grinning at him. He grinned back, and reached out and held my hand. I felt that sense of safety, of belonging, even stronger than I had when he was spanking me. "Lance?" "Yeah, sweetie?" "Can we make my list as soon as we get home? I want to know for sure how to be good, for you." He brought my hand to his mouth, and kissed the palm. "Of course. The minute we get back and get our new stuff put away. Do you have any ideas for it? I know you've been thinking about it. I can see that busy little brain of yours, working away." I nodded seriously. "Yeah. I mean, most of the big stuff is already on it. But I was thinking, could you always tie me up when I'm being really punished? It makes it better, somehow, I think." He considered it. "I think that's fair." "And when you're hurting me, I get hard. Can that be an exception to the rule?" He smiled at me. "Yeah, Seb. As long as you don't come. But hopefully it won't be an issue, soon. I'm getting you a chastity belt, so you won't even be able to get hard unless I choose." I shivered with delight. Honestly, the constant hardons weren't something I'd miss, and the idea of giving up control of my cock to Lance...ironically, I was hard as a rock, and I could feel a wet spot spreading on the front of my chinos. Fortunately, I'd worn a long shirt, but I should have known Lance wouldn't miss it. "Sebastian, stop that right now." It was his commanding voice, and it only made me harder. I looked at him helplessly, and my hand started creeping between my thighs, right there in the car. It ached and ached and I hadn't come since that blowjob from the stripper. He frowned at me, and reached over and yanked my hand away. "No. You do that again and you'll have a lot more to worry about than a hairbrush." I ducked my head and held onto my seatbelt, instead. "Okay. What else?" He went on like nothing had happened, but I knew better than to think he'd forgotten it. "I'll never lie to you, about breaking the rules or anything else, and you won't lie to me, either." This was a big one. "I think that's a great rule," he agreed immediately. "I'll always be truthful with you, Seb. This won't work if we lie." I nodded agreement, and shifted, to take the pressure off a particularly painful spot. He looked at me with a little grin. "Sore?" He sounded smug. "Oh yeah," I groaned, and we both laughed. "And the last one...Lance...I like it when you hurt me." "I know, honey." His voice was so gentle. "I like it too." "But, but. Not too much, right? Not more than you need to, to make me behave, or to make us happy?" I was uncertain about this one, given our relationship, but it worried me. He pulled into a parking spot, and turned to face me, very serious. "If things keep going the way they are, I'm going to hurt you quite a lot." I bit my lip and nodded. "I'm going to do things to you that you won't like, and you'll beg me to stop. And I won't." I nodded again, and pressed my thighs together, desperate to ease the ache. "But I'll never harm you seriously, or do anything permanent to you. And your safeword is like magic. But remember, you use it only when things are truly, truly scary. Never because things are uncomfortable for you, or you're angry with me, or you think I'm being unfair." He touched my cheek. "I'm the one who decides fair, now. Always." I came in my pants with a gasp, shuddering, without even being touched, and immediately cringed into the seat, so ashamed I could taste it. There was silence in the car for a long moment. "We really can't get that chastity belt on you soon enough," he commented mildly, finally, startling a gasp of laughter out of me. "I'm so sorry, sir," I said, begging. "I didn't mean to, it just happened. Please forgive me." "You'll be forgiven when you're punished, Seb," he said gently, and I trembled. "Now we're going to go into the store. You won't be very comfortable like that, will you?" "No, sir." I was humiliated, and terrified that everyone would be able to see, to know what I'd done. I could see the headlines now: Rock Star Shoots Load In Pants, photos page six! "Remember, in there we're just two guys, looking for gag gifts," he warned me. "Don't call me sir, behave just like you would normally. But remember, I'm watching you. Rudeness, bad behavior...I'll remember." It was a mild warning, but I took it to heart, and resolved to behave perfectly the rest of the day. The store was amazing. It was a sex shop, with lots of regular stuff in the front, dildoes and vibrators, lube and condoms and feather boas, crotchless panties and so on. I wandered through the aisles, looking at flavored lube and penis-shaped party favors, my cap tugged low over my face. There was an unpleasant squishing in my underwear, and every step I took reminded me of my failure. Lance was leaning over the counter when I rejoined him, grinning at the man who worked there. He was huge and muscular, pierced all over his face, his hair dyed black and his arms solidly inked with tattoos Lance, of course, had charmed him just about senseless. "It's a bachelor party," he said with a wink as I joined them. "We're doing a whole bondage theme...appropriate, huh?" They both laughed. "Anyway, we want the good stuff. Cost is *no* object." The guy's eyes lit up, and I wondered cynically if he worked on commission. "Absolutely. We've got the best selection in the city, I'm happy to say. Just come on back, I'll show you the room." Lance followed the guy, and I trailed behind. We walked through a black padded door marked "Please Ask For Assistance," and as it closed behind me, I froze. The room was well-lit but windowless, and set up like a dungeon. One wall was whips, long and short, some with lots of thin strips of leather, some long and coiled. Canes leaned against the wall, every one wicked looking and promising endless pain. I could feel a shiver start up my spine. The wall alongside it was leather harnesses, full-body and partial, cuffs and collars and leashes and straps, all dark leather with gleams of silver that seemed menacing in the bright light. Most of the things on that wall, I didn't even have a name for. I turned slowly. Gags, now, and hoods. Frighteningly blank, or with one hole cut where the mouth would be. In the middle of it all, a frame, some stocks and something that looked like a rowing bench. Tables were scattered around, with...things on them. Lance was at my side without me even noticing, as absorbed as I'd been in the room. "Easy, honey," he whispered. "Take a deep breath. You're okay, Seb." I gasped for air, and realized I'd been holding my breath. "Bachelor party, huh?" The store manager was watching us with knowing dark eyes, and Lance spun on him, eyes narrow. He held up his hands placatingly. "Hey, now. Relax. We're a community, we protect our own. As far as I'm concerned, you two were never here." He looked at me, smiling a little. "Is he new?" Lance nodded jerkily. "We both are." "Picking out your first kit?" This time we both nodded. "That's special. I'll give you some time. I'll lock the door behind me, just press the call button if you need help with something or you're finished. Please, don't hesitate." He smiled again, and the door closed quietly behind him. It was silent in the room, except for my rough breathing. Lance was watching me, and I finally calmed a little, and he took my hand. "Come on, Seb. Let's go pick out your new things." We started on the whip wall, the one that made my stomach curl with tension and excitement. Lance fingered them, running them through his fingers, testing the weight. First a long thong, which he hung back up right away. Then something with nine strips of leather, which he seemed to like a lot. He swung it once, twice, and then turned to me. "What do you think, baby?" I couldn't take my eyes off it. I hated it already, and couldn't wait to feel it. He smirked evilly, and stepped close to me, flicking it lightly against my crotch, playing it between my legs. "Oh my god." It was wrenched out of me, and I stood shaking. "I think this one, then," he said thoughtfully, and placed it on the floor. Next he picked a plain leather strap, ominously thick and heavy looking, and slapped it against his palm. "Let's test it out." There was a dummy standing in the corner, and he aimed carefully, and whaled the strap against it, right where the hip would be. The CRACK was incredibly loud, and I jerked like I'd been the one hit. "I like it," he nodded, and put it in my trembling hand. "You carry your things, Seb," he said with gentle firmness, and I relaxed a little. Lance was in control here, too. I held the strap and picked up the whip, and followed him to the next wall. I stood still as a stone while he tried three different collars on me. One was wide and kept me from lowering my chin, and was circled with D-rings. He really liked that one, and had me hold it. The next was thinner, but no less wicked looking, studded with spikes. I didn't like that one, and he put it back almost immediately. "I think you should have at least two. Why don't you pick one out." He was smiling at me, and I stepped eagerly to the wall. There was one I'd really liked, it was almost solid silver and hinged, and locked with a pin and padlock in the back. There were rings on the front, back and sides, solid and inescapable looking. I let Lance put me on it, and he gave me an approving nod. "Gorgeous. You're beautiful." I felt myself swell with pride. Lance grabbed the matching ankle and wrist cuffs to the collars, and a more simple set "for everyday," he explained, and I almost bit my tongue, and then three leashes and six straps with snaps at both ends, and things that looked like cuffs but were smaller. I didn't ask what they were for, figuring I'd find out soon enough. A couple of gags, one very nasty looking with what looked like a small penis attached to the straps, and we moved on to the tables. There were dildos, of course, and I ran my finger wonderingly over one that must have been twelve inches long. Lance, of course, grabbed it immediately and added it to our pile, laughing when I glared at him. "You'll learn to love it," he warned, and I twitched. He picked up a few more of varying sizes, and my asshole was spasming crazily, aching to be filled. He was contemplating a table of littler things, that I didn't recognize. "Butt plugs," he explained when I asked. "You're gonna be plugged up tight, sweetie, for the forseeable future." "But..." I looked at them. Some looked way to big to live in my ass, some were shaped like little cones, others had what looked like rings at the end. "I can't...what about going to the bathroom?" "Only when I say." His voice was implacably calm, and I stared at him in disbelief. "But, but..." "Exactly," he said dryly, and I had to giggle, even through my fear. "That butt's mine, and I say what goes in and what comes out." He stroked my ass gently, igniting the flames that I'd almost forgotten. "And what beats it," he added with quiet menace, and I instantly dropped my head submissively. "Yes sir." "Good boy." He picked up a few plugs, different sizes and shapes, including one with ridges, a curved one and one with the rings on the bottom, and added them to the growing pile in my arms. I was starting to wish we'd gotten a shopping basket, and the strange domesticity of the idea made me chuckle. Lance grinned at me when I explained to him. "All right. One more thing," he said, and I quailed. "We're getting the frame, too, honey," he told me, and I eyed it with terror and longing. "But I want to ask that guy something specific. You stand here. Don't move, don't speak. Whatever we do to you, you don't speak a word." I nodded, almost giddy. He pressed the button, and the door opened soon after, to admit the manager, who smiled at me with my load of gear. Lance thanked him, again, for letting us browse, and complimented his selection. "We use it too," the man said simply, and introduced himself as Ben. Lance shook his hand. "There's one more thing. If you could?" Lance led him over to me, and they took the stuff out of my arms, setting it carefully on a bench. Lance, as coolly as if he was inspecting a new guitar, lifted the hem of my shirt up, revealing my pants with the wide damp stain in the front. I instinctively moved to cover it, and got my hand slapped HARD. "Sebastian, stand," he snapped at me, and I could feel my face getting hot. "As you can see," he turned to the man, gesturing at my crotch, "he's got a little problem with self control. I've been looking all over for a chastity device, but I need something high security and safe for long term use. And I need it right away." "Oh, wise choice," Ben approved, walked around me in a circle. "May I?" "Of course," Lance said graciously, and there were strange hands at my waist, unfastening my pants and shoving them down over my hips. I was too shocked to do more than gasp. "Stand," Lance warned lowly, and I stood, shivering, my mind a mass of confusion. "Pretty," Ben commented. "And messy, at the moment. I think I might have something that could help you. It's used, but everything we sell is completely guaranteed, and as clean as the day it was made." I couldn't believe it. This guy was offering to sell us someone *else's* belt? For me? Lance's eyes lit up. "That would be fantastic. Can we take a look?" "Of course." He brought a tape measure out of his belt, and after another nod from Lance, measured me. Poking me like I was an animal, he measured my waist and hips, between my legs, my ballsac and the space between my cock and waist. I wasn't a musician to this man, wasn't a superstar or even just a normal person. I was a slave, no more, no less. I was so embarrassed I was squirming, so of course, I was hard as a rock. "He's gonna need to go down, for me to take that measurement," Ben said dryly, and Lance groaned. "The only way I know how to do that is make him come." I burned with shame. "But we can try. Seb. Control yourself, right now." He stepped in front of me, so I could see into his eyes, and took off my hat, stroking my hair. "I want you to get soft right now. Do it to please me, and do it because if you don't the beating you get when we get home won't be the kind you ever forget." He meant it. "I know it's difficult. Do it now." I desperately thought of unsexy things. Standing in a dungeon with my pants around my ankles, two men staring at me, about to be put in a chastity device, I fought my body, harder than I ever had before. I focused on James, on how I'd have to apologize to him. How I'd insulted him, and it wasn't okay, because he couldn't punish me to make it better. How awful he must have felt. I was so wrapped up in it, I almost didn't hear Lance murmur "Oh, good boy. Wonderful boy," or feel the tape measuring my penis. "It'll need a couple of adjustments, but I can do that right here," Ben said, and I came back to my surroundings, breathing deep in relief. Lance was beaming at me, and I stood straighter, proud. After the door closed behind him, he leaned in and kissed me, long and slow and loving, and I melted against his body. When he stepped back he patted my stomach lightly. "Get out of your pants and shorts, Seb." I undid my shoes and stepped out of them, now barefoot and half naked. "Grab your shorts and clean up your mess." It was funny, the way he always personalized it, making me acknowledge ownership; it was my mess, they were my buttplugs, it was my whip. On the one hand, it let me know in no uncertain terms that these things were part of me as much as him, my choice as well as his. On the other, it was kind of scary. In a good way. I scrubbed between my legs with my shorts, being sure to get behind my balls and in my crack, where my cum had slipped down. When I was done, I stood waiting, and he felt me, clinically. I flushed red. "Good job. Now stand and wait." I rested a little, as Lance browsed around the room, occasionally adding something to our purchase pile. From where I was standing, I couldn't see what those things were, as much as I craned my neck. He knew it too, the fucker, and laughed at my attempts. When Ben came back in he was carrying something in his hand. It looked sort of like a metal jockstrap, with a metal plate in front, and chains and a thin leather strap in the back. I couldn't take my eyes off it, and Ben shook it cheerfully, making it rattle. "It's perfect!" Lance crowed, walking over to inspect it, and Ben showed him the locks and fastenings. "Eager to get this on him, are you?" "You don't even know," Lance sighed, and I blushed as they laughed. When they came to me, Lance stripped me quickly, pushing my shirt off my shoulders and yanking my thighs apart. I staggered a little, and felt my nipples and cock start to harden and perk, and Ben snickered again. "Not for long, kiddo," he told me kindly, and my knees went weak. He must have seen the real terror I was feeling as that thing got closer and closer to my crotch, because he paused for a moment, and put a hand on my shoulder. "Do you trust your master, boy?" His touch was gentle, and his eyes so kind. I nodded without hesitation. "Yes sir." "And he'll always do what's best for you, right?" "Yes sir." I looked at him with sincere gratitude for calming me. "Thank you, sir." I saw Lance nod approvingly, before he crouched down by my knee and watched Ben work me into the belt. "First, the waistband." It was snug, just below my lowest ribs, and didn't slide either up or down. "Now you see, here's the trick." I was staring ahead, pretending that this wasn't happening to me, but my half-hard cock wilted at the first touch of cold metal. "That's a boy. That usually works like a charm." My penis was encased in a metal tube, which tightened slowly with clamps. And I could feel something thin and hard pressing into the crown, not painfully, but present. The whole thing was dragged back between my legs, pressing my balls flat, and I gasped and staggered. "Stand," I was warned, I don't even know by who at that point. My head was swimming. "Now the plate. Are you going to want the ass strap? It's very effective for anal chastity, especially over a plug." "Oh, absolutely." Lance sounded so pleased that I tried to be pleased too. "Great. First the crotch plate, it snaps to the belt here and here. Chains between his legs. As you can see, he can't get to his cock, balls or perineum at all. He can piss, there's a hole for it, but he'll need to squat to do it. And he will be absolutely unable to become erect." I felt the cold chains drawn up under my ass, then heard them click into their rings on the back of the belt. "Finally, the strap." He jerked it tight between my cheeks, and I moaned, swaying, at the feeling. "You'll want to shave and clean him before he goes in there long term, but for the ride home this should be just fine. I've found that there's nothing like the itching of newly-shaven balls under a plate to drive a slave completely nuts." He dropped a handful of small padlocks into Lance's outstretched hands, along with a ring of keys. "They all open for the same key, but I've given you a lot of copies. Never be without one," he warned, and Lance nodded seriously. "Congratulations. Your slave is chaste." "He looks amazing." Lance walked around me, admiring. "How does it feel, Sebastian?" His question brought my brain back online with a rush, and my hands went to my crotch. Nothing but smooth metal. I scratched at it with my fingertips, then looked at Lance helplessly, starting to feel a little wild. I wanted, I NEEDED to get hard, there was blood flowing to my cock but it was trapped. I was trapped. "I don't...it's...I want it off. Take it off, Lance, please." "No, honey." His voice was kind. "It stays on." My hands got more frantic, dipping between my legs as I twisted, needing to touch myself. "Lance!" I was shocked by the loudness of my own voice, and I yanked at the bottom of the plate, touching the tube that held my cock. "I need it off! Take it OFF right NOW!" I couldn't get my fingers beneath the strap, so I pulled at the chains, pinching my flesh as I dropped to a squat, knees wide, dragging my metal-clad crotch against the cement floor like a dog in heat. Surely I could scrape this horrible thing off my body...I was moaning, and didn't really register the door closing behind Ben as he gave us privacy again. Hard fingers on my chin yanked me to my feet again, and Lance was right there. "Quiet. Stop this now. It'll be okay, I promise." He pulled me into his arms, stroking my back, and I could feel my shivers running through me to him. "NO!" I forgot all my rules, and struggled, pulling futilely at the belt. The sharp crack of a hand across my cheek shocked me into silent stillness. "Do you want a reminder? This is not acceptable, Sebastian." He was looking right in my eyes, and he was angry. "Yes, yes." I nodded frantically. If I was beaten now, surely I'd get hard, belt or no belt. "Then you won't get one." His casual cruelty drove the breath out of my body, and I stood mute as he checked the gear one more time. "We'll talk about this when we get home." Ben stuck his head back in the door, and seeing me calmer, entered. "I'd like to apologize for Sebastian's behavior," Lance said formally. "The only excuse is that he's only been in training two days. The responsibility, of course, is mine." Ben waved it away as I started to cry silently. "I've seen much worse," he said cheerfully. "Now, if that's all, I can ring you up back here. We'll have to deliver the frame tomorrow, but I assumed you didn't want to carry that big pile of stuff through the store." Lance agreed, and a few minutes later I was dressed again, and carrying our heavy bags to the car, following him. The ride home was silent, though I was twisting and grunting, still on the edge of panic at the enforced emptiness of my cock. When we reached home Lance opened the door quietly, and I stood in the hallway. "Take the things up to your room, Seb," he said gently. "Then strip and get yourself across the bed." "NOOO!" I wailed, and he slapped me HARD to shut me up. "Now. Instantly. No more from you, today." I went. He left me there, naked and squirming and bent over the bed, for over half an hour. When he finally entered, he didn't speak to me, just moved quietly around the room. I could hear bags rustling and little thumps, but I didn't dare look around. The anticipation had me strung so tight my whole body ached, and when he finally touched me I jumped a mile. He pressed down gently in the small of my back, and unsnapped the ass strap from my belt. Fingers at my opening, and then something cool and slick pressed against me. I pushed back into it, desperate to feel good, and then something was sliding into me, slow and easy and then bigger and bigger and I screamed, trying to climb the bed away from it, his hand holding me down. I sobbed into the bed as I could feel my rectum stretching impossibly wide, burning like I was being branded there, and then it seemed to pop in all the way and I wasn't stretched quite so far. It was heavy and cold and pressing directly on my prostate, sending waves of pleasure through my body, and I started to moan. "That's your plug, baby," he told me, over the sounds I was making. "Get used to it." Then hands were pulling me back onto my feet, and I swayed, almost overcome. Lance didn't touch or hold me, though, and I was going to find that that would be standard while he was prepping me for punishment. That delicious fear started curling through my belly and groin, but had no outlet, now. Leather cuffs around my wrists and ankles fastened with little locks, and I nearly swooned at the incredible feeling. Lance chuckled a little, and then walked me back to the bed, the strap dangling down between my legs. I was so full from the plug that I was almost bowlegged, and he laughed again, before pushing me down flat on the bed. Smaller cuffs fastened to the corners of the metal frame, and Lance snapped straps from them to my cuffs. I was spreadeagled, unable to do more than flex and squirm a little, and it was a strangely safe feeling. I wasn't in control any more. I couldn't do a thing about it, and somehow, that let me relax. "How's your butt, Seb?" There was the sound of Lance stripping, and the swish of something heavy through the air. I shivered. "Sore, sir," I gritted out, and he laughed. "Not as sore as it's going to be in a few minutes." Fucking sadist. "It's a good thing we're on break, because you're not going to be able to sit for a week. Not after today's little display." I cringed. "Now. Tell me why you're being punished. All the reasons." He was using what I was starting to think of as his 'master' voice, lower and harsher and slow, never angry, always calm. It made my belly cramp with arousal, and I had to scramble to get my thoughts together. "I came in the car. I, I was disobedient in the store. I got hard. I misbehaved in the hall." I licked my lips and thought frantically, but that's all I could come up with. "And do you know which of those is the worst?" "The thing in the store?" I had no idea. "No, Seb. The worst is when you said "no" to me. I never, ever want to hear that word come out of your mouth again." His hand stroked my hair, and my eyes closed involuntarily. "You do not get to decide. Ever. And you do not get to say no. You must always trust me, and you must always obey. You're getting thirty strokes now, fifteen for telling me no, fifteen for the others. What's your safeword, baby?" "Songbird," I whispered, giddy with terror and need. "Good. Now not another word out of you, unless it's that one. I love you, Sebastian." "I love you too." Just a breath of sound. There was an experimental swish and crack on the mattress that made me jump as far as I could, and then the first hit fell. I screamed. I screamed until my voice was gone, then I screamed some more, fingers curling and tugging at the cuffs, body thrashing, eyes blind as they stared at the sheets. And under it all I could hear Lance, counting evenly. He was actually being kind, spreading the strokes from shoulders to knees, avoiding my ass until "fifteen," when the straps on the whip landed hard across my cheeks. All the breath was forced out of me, and I couldn't make a sound. He took a little break then, toying with my plug and teasing my swollen prostate, not saying a word as my sobbing breaths gradually slowed. I came back to myself, feeling the spittle on my chin, the painful ooze of precum from my trapped cock, the blazing fire on my back and ass and thighs. It felt...not good. But right. I was in my proper place, Heaven and Hell, with more to come. "I'm starting again, Sebastian," he told me quietly, and the first stroke landed, much harder than before, on my ass. I shrieked and spasmed and pissed myself, losing all control, feeling it wash through my chastity belt and down onto the bed, trapped against my belly. Looking back, that was the moment I started to truly break. Oh, there would be moments of rebellion and disobedience and error, many of them, but never again like today, or the night before. Lance owned this body, he made it do things I would never allow, shameful dirty painful wonderful things, and, lying in a hot puddle, I gave up to him. I let myself slip into a warm red haze of intense pain and humiliation and submission, and I didn't even want to get hard. Wanted the pain to be pure, because I had been bad, and this is what I deserved. At his hands. At the end of the second set of fifteen I was lying utterly still, a continuous thin whine coming from my mouth, my eyes closed and my body limp. He checked me carefully, and made me say his name...I opened my eyes and answered "Sir," and he smiled at me, and left me alone for a little while to absorb what had happened to me. When he finally unfastened my cuffs I couldn't move, and he massaged my arms and legs gently, before encouraging me to stand. Every motion pulled at the red-hot skin on my back and thighs, and I staggered into him. He held me gently. "Oh, Sebastian. That was dirty." He was looking at the yellow stain on the bed, and I shivered in pleasure at the disapproval and arousal in his voice. With his support and moving very slowly, I stripped the bed to the mattress. "Now into the shower with us," he told me, and brought me with him. When his hands went to the belt and started unsnapping the clips, I spread my legs eagerly, and he chuckled at me. "Don't get too excited. It's going back on as soon as you're clean." I nodded instantly. Whatever he thought was best. "What a mess! This is why you'll squat to pee from now on." He put the belt in the sink as my cock bobbed up to instant hardness, and then had me bend at the waist and pulled my plug out without ceremony. I yelped, and got swatted for it, and the plug joined the belt. "You'll be cleaning those after our shower," he warned me. Yuk. "It's your responsibility to keep your things clean, Sebastian. Now into the tub with you." As soon as the plug had come out, I'd felt the pressure in my bowels. I hadn't defecated yet today, and I shifted from foot to foot, wondering how to ask. "What is it, honey? You can ask." "I..." I looked down. "I need to take a shit." "No swearing," he reminded me, standing before me calm and relaxed. "Ask again, please." "But." I didn't know what he wanted. "I need to take a dump. Please, Sir." "Sebastian, you're a good little boy. Good boys ask properly. Try again." I tried to remember how my little brothers had put it during potty training. "I need to go poop," I whispered, almost unable to tolerate the shame. He was making me use baby talk, for this of all things. "That's the proper way. Good boy." I straightened a little under his praise. "And no, you may not. We'll do an enema tonight, and until then you can hold it." I stared at him. Oh, not this... "Now into the shower." He put me in firmly, and turned on the water, handing me a cloth. "Wash yourself. And then me." The spray was intensely painful on my new stripes, but my cock was drooling precum in a thick strand to the floor of the tub. I washed my body, cleaning it of sweat but afraid to touch myself, though I scrubbed my balls and ass harshly. "Your cock too," he reminded me, and I bit my lip. "If I do, I'll come," I confessed, and he chuckled, and reached out and grabbed my rod. "You may come, Sebastian," he told me kindly, the best four words in the english language when they come from your master, and I exploded that second, shooting jets of cum on the shower curtain, on him, on the tub. It was like the contents of my balls were being yanked out my cock by his permission, and I came and came, pulsing hard. When I had finished my legs went to jelly, and he pushed me to my knees under the water. I loved bathing him, his skin was like wet velvet under my hands, so smooth and soft. He fucked my mouth there, letting me swallow his juice, and it was sweet and loving and everything it should have been. Finally, he shaved me, pressing me against the wall as he scraped my crotch and pits naked, then around my asshole, and the tops of my thighs. It was the strangest feeling, to be bare like that, and he liked it, running his hands over my smooth skin and praising me. When we were through, he dried me with a big towel like I was a baby, and sent me off to wash my plug and belt. They were both filthy, and I didn't want to touch them at all, but he told me cheerfully that this would be one of the least embarrassing things I'd be doing, and I shuddered and obeyed him. "Back in your belt, Seb." I was too exhausted to do more than nod and stand spraddle-legged as he slipped the awful thing back on me, and when I caught a glimpse of his watch it shocked me that it was only midafternoon. I was as beat as I'd ever been after a full day on tour. The plug went in much easier this time, though my prostate was in agony. And he used the padlocks, and I jerked a little as they snapped closed. "How long will it stay on, sir?" I needed to know, and he stroked my cheek gently. "As long as I choose, baby. Probably about three days, since we're just getting started." I felt my eyes fill. "Oh, Sebastian. It'll be okay, I swear. Now control yourself. You're all in, and I'm going to put you to bed. You need a nap, sweetie." I nodded blindly, and let him lead me back to the bed, still walking awkwardly with all the gear between my legs. He stopped me and looked at the bed consideringly, and then at me, and his pretty brown eyes had that wicked twinkle I'd grown to dread and anticipate. "I think tonight we'll make this a proper play room for us, and I'll get a more appropriate bed for you in my own room. For now, sleep here. I'm going to go downstairs and make your list, I didn't forget my promise." He put me on the bed, ignoring the damp spot, and covered me with a sheet, before kissing my mouth lightly. Despite everything, the pain of my tortured skin and my full ass and intestines, I was asleep before he closed the door. [end part four] Author's note: I'd love to hear from anyone with experience in the BDSM scene; I confess I don't have much myself and might be making errors. Also, this story is growing and changing as I get to know Lance and Seb better, and I'd be thrilled to hear about anything readers would like to see in the story--though I'm not making any promises! ;-)

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Date: Tue, 24 Dec 2002 14:52:05 -0800 (PST) From: B B Subject: Saving Sebastian, parts 9 and 10 The following story is a work of complete fiction, dreamed up in my own twisted little mind. I invented Lance and Sebastian, and any resemblance they might have to real people is purely coincidental. If you're uncomfortable with themes of consensual, loving bondage, domination/submission, or humiliation and training between two young men, please stop reading here. Everyone else, enjoy! Thanks to TL for encouragement and to istari for inspiration. Comments are welcomed, adored, and lovingly spanked and petted at bondedboy13@yahoo.com. The next parts are already written, but the holidays may delay posting for a bit. Thank you to everyone who has sent their thoughts already! It keeps the story flowing. Part Nine: Rest For The Wicked I helped Sebastian to the car and let him spread out in the back seat on his belly, at least as well as he could. He was a very sore and uncomfortable boy, that's for sure, moaning and whimpering as he squirmed around, and finally lying still. I thought about what Ben had told me before we'd started Sebastian's session: "You can approach his submission problem any number of ways. Spend a day without hurting him at all, see how he likes *that*. Or tie him up and keep him in agony all day long. If he can't control his mouth, gag him for a week. You know him best, you'll know what will work. Hell, try them all, but don't let him know when. He'll be a much happier boy when he just gives up, and it's your duty to get him there." The only sound on the ride home was his quiet crying. It worried me at the beginning, his frequent crying jags. He'd never been much of a cryer before, choosing instead to express strong emotions by shouting or lashing out physically or withdrawing to sulk. He's always been very passionate and dramatic, my Seb. But after thinking about it for a while, I realized that he'd simply had to find another outlet for his emotions, now that I'd taken his more violent options away from him, and that crying was very healthy. It seemed to help him; he cried when he was in pain, or overjoyed, or just plain overwhelmed, and it always calmed him and helped him settle back down. I've been watching Seb for years, and I admit, loving him for years. He was too outrageous and miserable and wild to love anyone but himself back then, but that didn't keep me from learning about him, studying his quirks and ways. And now it felt like I hadn't taken my eyes off him for a week. I was starting to know him, not just the outside, but all the little twists and turns of his psyche, the dark subconscious secrets that he showed in every shift of his expressive face, the things his body asked for even as his mind resisted, and vise versa. I was starting to know him like he was a part of myself. I could actually feel him becoming more attuned to me as well, as his attention gradually shifted from his own desires and reactions to mine. As I listened to his little sniffles now I almost had to smile. I had a feeling that the tears were sincere, but that he probably could have stopped at any time. He was milking me for sympathy, and I was pretty sure he was hoping for a mind-blowing orgasm. Well, that was just too bad. "We're home, kiddo," I told him, as I pulled into the driveway. "Hang in there." He whimpered pathetically, and made a very big deal out of getting out of the car, leaning on me heavily as we walked into the house. I stood him in the hallway and stripped him gently. "Upstairs, get in my bed. I'll join you in a second." Before he could go I pulled him to me and wrapped my arms around him lightly, feeling him shiver as my hands spread across the hot skin of his back, then melt boneless and let his head fall to my shoulder. We stood there for a long time, and I just let him cling to me, his hands fisted in my shirt, mine making soft sweeps over his tender skin. When I finally let him go he gave me a truly brilliant smile, and limped for the stairs. I watched him go, admiring. That slim body was striped with dark pink slashes, a look that I hadn't known till recently I found so intensely erotic. It had been very hard to accept, the idea that I took so much pleasure in causing him pain. I'd spanked sex partners before and enjoyed it intensely; I'd been spanked once and had never invited such attention again. But I'd never taken it further than that. Possibly because I knew that it was dangerous in my situation; not that my one-night-stands with other closeted stars were totally safe, but just plain sex was dangerous enough. I mean, you don't crawl into bed with a member of a famous boyband, both of you relying on the other to keep things quiet, and ask if you can tie him up and beat him with a whip, even if you think he might like it. In the shadow world I moved in, it was sort of an unspoken rule. No one gets kinky, no one gets outed, everyone gets off. Now I wondered how I'd ever enjoyed sex so meaningless. Seb's need and pain and love and submission were the most potent aphrodisiac I could imagine. Despite my discomfort, though--was I sick? Was this even normal? Would someone lock me up someday?--I'd had to accept things very quickly and regain my center and balance, so I could help Sebastian. I wondered sometimes if he'd have done better with a more experienced master, someone who would know his moves before he made them, who could control him more effectively and train him more thoroughly. I almost cringed, imagining the mistakes I was probably making with him. But I took comfort in the progress he WAS making, and the happiness and love on his face, and the contentment I could see growing in him day by day. The brat. He was probably upstairs at that moment, plotting how to get something out of me. I grinned and shook my head and headed up to him. He was exactly where he'd been told to be--funny how he doesn't have a problem with obedience when he's asked to do something pleasant--sprawled out on my bed with the radio playing, his eyes half-shut, humming along with the music. He's always sort of languid and pliant and calm after he's been punished severely; some of it's the lingering endorphins, I'm sure, but some comes from deeper inside. It fills a need for him, makes him complete. It's wonderful to see. He watched me quietly as I got some lotion out of the bedside table, then crawled onto the bed and straddled his hips. I was careful not to rest any weight on his back as I squirted lotion over his skin and gently started rubbing it in. He trembled a little, but relaxed into the touch soon enough, and soon he was practically purring. It's funny, Sebastian hates being touched by strangers. He's been known to fly into a fit if wardrobe assistants get too aggressive or if fans start becoming grabby. Even if the roughhousing got too intense on the tour bus, he'd sometimes gotten suddenly prickly with us. But now my hands had touched every last inch of him, inside and out, and he welcomed them happily. I let him drift off to sleep like that, the lotion cooling his stripes, and covered him with a light blanket. Seb's belt was coming off tonight, at least for a little while, and I had research to do. I made my way down to the computer room. *** Sometimes I think he'd sleep his entire life away if I wasn't around to act as a human alarm clock. He was still just as I'd left him, three hours later, when I woke him up and sent him downstairs to get something to eat. He rubbed his eyes and yawned, but I noticed he looked much less fragile than he had before his nap, and was moving more easily as well. I grabbed more lube, and the radio, and got things set up in the play room. I knew his curiosity would bring him back soon, and sure enough, before too long he was standing in the doorway, watching me warily. "You ready to get that belt off, sweetie?" I smiled at him from my seat on the bed, and his eyes just lit up. "Oh, YEAH. Yes SIR. Really? Definitely!" He practically bounced over to me, and I almost regretted what I was going to do. Almost. I patted the bed and he grinned at me as he wriggled onto it, eager as a puppy, and almost shoved his wrists and ankles into my hands as I restrained him. I had to chuckle. "Calm down, Seb." I started unlocking the belt, piece by piece, until, for the first time in three days, he was bare. "I can't. Oooh. It feels so strange. The air's cold." He squirmed his hips and raised his head to look down at himself. Strangely, he wasn't hard, his cock lying limp and pretty against his swollen, heavy balls, sticky with precum and a little reddened from its long confinement. "Wow." He was staring at his cock. "It's still there." "Dork." I patted his belly affectionately. "You knew it was still there!" "Yeah, but it kind of wasn't." He looked at me seriously. "I mean. I could pee, and stuff, but that's all. It was like...like not having a-a penis at all. It didn't do any of the thing penises are supposed to, get hard or feel good or come or anything." I paused, arrested by this insight. "Did you feel like a girl?" I asked curiously. "Nooooo," he said slowly, thoughtfully. "I don't think so. Just like...something else. Like a boy without a penis. It's hard to explain." "Hmmm." I reached between his legs for his plug as I thought about it. He was tense with excitement, and it didn't budge until I put some weight behind it, almost unscrewing it from his asshole. He gasped and his back arched and his legs struggled to spread wider, and his cock, predictably, started to fill. Like I said, his cock is lovely, slim and straight and uncut, and a little under six inches long when he's hard. Not that his size matters, since he'll never fuck anything with it again. It's a sweet little handful. I dropped the plug on the floor and let him get used to the feeling. He was empty and bare and hard, and his face was almost shocked. "It's...I feel...naked..." He said in a little breathless voice, squirming again. "It's so strange." He'd been out of his belt for punishment, but this was a totally different situation, and it seemed to be hitting him hard. He closed his eyes and humped his hips a little as I gently cleaned him with the wet cloth I'd brought, and he blushed bright red and flinched as I wiped his asshole clean. "Sebastian," I said firmly. "Open your eyes." He did, and looked at me. "I've had my cock in this ass, my fingers in this ass, and I've watched you shit and cleaned you out. Why are you blushing?" He turned his face away, and I grabbed his chin in my fingers and made him look at me. "I don't...I don't want to..." He blushed deeper, if possible. "I don't want to tell you, sir." "Too bad." I didn't let him turn away. "It's...nasty," he whispered. "Stuff that comes out of it is nasty." He closed his eyes again, and I slapped his cheek gently, shocking them open again. "What stuff?" I was going to force him to talk about this if it was the last thing I ever did. We were finally getting down to the root of one of his hangups. "Poop," he whispered, shamefaced. It was telling that his cock jumped a little when he said it. "Was it nasty when you were licking my ass?" "No, sir! Well. Maybe, kind of." He made a face. "Not you, not that, just the idea." I resolved then and there that he'd be spending whole days with his tongue embedded in my asshole while wearing a diaper, but this wasn't the time to tell him. "I told you before that nothing we do is nasty, Sebastian. I meant it. We'll work on it though, I understand." He blinked at me, relieved, and smiled. "Thank you, sir." I patted his cheek, then reached down and turned on the radio, squirting some lube into my hand and warming it up. His eyes started sparkling again. "Oh man. I can't *wait* to come. My balls are gonna *explode*!" "It's not quite like that," I said gently. "No orgasms, baby. I'm just going to milk you out tonight, so the pressure's not so bad." He looked at me, completely uncomprehending. "You'll see in a little while. Now, just relax and enjoy it. Let me make you feel good." THAT he understood, and he sighed and smiled, as I reached for his balls. "Ooooooh." A pleased little hum as I rolled them between my fingers, stroking the velvety skin and stroking his perineum with my thumb. He's so incredibly responsive, it never fails to turn me on. Since this was the first time I'd touched his genitals with pleasure in mind since we'd started this strange new life, I was determined to do it right. I stroked and fondled, pulled just the tiniest bit, and drank in his moans and sighs and coos. He was almost glowing, a soft smile on his face and his eyes lightly closed, his hips twitching a little as he fought to stay still. Even his hands, cuffed and restrained as they were, were open and relaxed. When I finally moved my attentions to his cock, I got a long, languid, full-body shiver that was one of the sexiest things I'd ever seen. I stroked him slowly, drawing his foreskin up over the head and then slipping it down, not squeezing hard, and it was a shockingly short time before I saw his balls start to draw up, his belly clench, and those white teeth clamp into his lower lip. I stopped jacking him instantly, and moved back to his balls, slipping two fingers into his ass and starting to gently massage his prostate. His eyes fluttered open in confusion, but he was still feeling good, so soon he let go again and tipped his head back down. By the time we'd gone through the cycle three times there was a slick pool of precum on his belly, and he was starting to get urgent. His slim little hips were making demands, bucking and trying to get me to go harder and faster, so I slowed down even further, now barely moving my hand on his cock, though I was squeezing a little harder. I pressed firmly on his swollen gland, and he jumped. "Sir," he whined, "please..." "No. I want you to lie very still, Sebastian." He groaned and tried to obey, though when I started rubbing and pulling a nipple he jerked and squeaked. "You are not allowed to come. Just relax." "Ohhhhhhhh..." His head was shaking back and forth as his body fought towards completion. "Ohhhh, it hurts, it hurts, I need to come..." The expression on his face wasn't one of pain, though, just the torture of too much pleasure. Precum was pearling and dripping from the head of his cock, and I watched closely, fascinated and aroused. "Something...ohgod..." His thighs clenched and tried to press together, and he twisted his hips viciously, and I held his cock in the space between my thumb and forefinger, stripping upwards as if his cock was a teat. Firm pressure, slow pace, and then the clear flow of precum was replaced by thick, milky streams of ejaculate. Pouring from him, not pulsing, just flowing like water, and his eyes snapped open, shocked. "Holy shit," he gasped. "What's happening to me?" "Good boy," I murmured. "It's okay, relax, just let it happen." I pulled my hand up his cock again, and got another long stream. I stroked his thigh gently, soothingly. "Let it feel good." "I'm not coming," he said, shockingly loud and conversational and confused. "Sir, I'm not coming." "Yes you are. It's a special kind of coming." I went back to petting his balls, calming him down and bringing him back to warm pleasure. The next time it happened, he just lay still and whimpered, hips jerking in muscle memory, though there were no contractions. "You're doing really well. Tell me how it feels, baby." "Ohgod," he groaned, deep and low. "It's like...oh fuck, sir, it's like someone tied a string to my cum and they're dragging it out of me, it hurts, my balls, oh my god, please stop, please, no, don't ever stop..." He whimpered, and I stopped touching his cock entirely, just massaging his hole, forcing his sperm out of him till there was nothing more to give. He was wrecked, coated with sweat, his entire belly and groin soaked in his cum, some even dripping off to the sides of the bed. He was still hard, cock sliding around in his slippery fluid, and there was amazing satisfaction in knowing that he couldn't come now if he jerked himself for hours. I let him quiver and cry, and cleaned him gently, then released his feet. He didn't move, lying sprawled spreadeagled on the bed. "There now. That's much better." I made my tone deliberately cheerful, and his eyes fluttered open, and he gaped at me. "I don't get to come at ALL?" His voice was barely a squeak. "Nope. Not for a good long time." He paled, never looking away from me. "But...but why?" "Because I say so," I said sternly, starting to take off my clothes. After all, what safer time could there be to fuck him? And he looked so beautiful and shocked, turning this new information over and over in his mind. "I'm going to leave your belt off tonight, and I don't think I can trust you not to have an orgasm. So that decision is taken out of your hands. You don't have any self control, honey, so I'll do it for you." "But sir." He was crying again, eyes wide as tears dripped down his cheeks. "I need...I have to..." "No you don't." I knelt between his legs, raising and spreading his knees with my hands until they were pressed against his chest, leaving him spread wide and open, his asshole working madly as his muscles clenched and released. "Don't question my decisions, Sebastian," I warned him, and shoved my dripping cock into him brutally. I felt something tear slightly, and my head swam with a sudden surge of power and lust and love and control. I was tearing him, and it was my right to do so, and his duty to accept it and love it and thank me for it. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" He convulsed, overstimulated and tortured, and I knew he couldn't be feeling any pleasure. There was nothing left in his balls to inspire him to feel good, and soon his penis was flopping limply on his belly as I rocked him up onto his shoulders with every thrust. I just rutted on him, remembering his dark frightened jealous eyes as he watched Ben taking Corey, needing to feel him submit to me. The sounds he was making now...unreal. "Beg me, Sebastian," I ordered him, high on the incredible feeling of his ass going slick and loose and accepting under my punishment, and I turned my head and sank my teeth into the soft skin of his thigh as I pounded deeper into his guts. "PLEASE!" It was a shriek, and his head was thumping back against the boxpring as he arched his back and tried to escape my merciless cock, then fucked himself back on it. "PLEASE NO MORE OH SIR PLEASE PLEASE NO PLEASE STOP NOOOOO DON'T STOP IT HURTS!" His frantic pleas picked me up and flung me over the edge into orgasm, and I ground my pelvis against his tender ass, rooting my cock deeper, wanting him to TASTE my cum. An image flashed across my brain of the footlong dildo we'd bought, still sitting unused in the drawer, and I pulled out of him leisurely, loving that last moment when his sphincter tried to hold my cockhead inside, despite the pain of its owner. He was completely unresisting as I raised his legs up again, fastening his ankle cuffs to his wrists with a short strap, leaving him bent in half, his eyes alive and scared and staring. He screamed again when I showed him the huge lifelike dildo, more than 7 inches in circumference, coating it with lube in front of his face, stroking it affectionately. "No more," he whimpered. "More until I decide you've had enough," I said cruelly. "I love you, baby." "I know you do," he sobbed. "I know it, sir, thank you." There was acceptance and submission and defeat and hatred in his eyes, and he only moaned as I worked that giant rubber shaft into his raw, torn ass, giving little tearing groans as I split him in half with it, shoving it into his slender quivering body until only the ball at the end remained visible. Then I leaned up and kissed him, and went to take a shower, well-satisfied. Part Ten: Naked I'd fallen into a strange reverie by the time my master came back to me, damp and clean and dressed, toweling his curly hair. He sat on the bed by my side and petted me for a little while, soothing the shivers that I didn't seem to be able to stop. It didn't hurt so bad now, but I could feel that THING in my belly, spreading me and poking in my crampy guts and making my hipbones ache. It was like having to go poop, really bad, and not having any ability to push or squeeze anything out. Every breath I took pressed my insides against the monster in me, so I was panting shallowly. The skin on my bottom and back was pulling and burning, but at least it was a distraction from the firey waves of pain spreading out from my asshole. He peered between my legs, humming approvingly, spreading me a little and poking around as clinically as a doctor. "Look at that, all stretched and pretty. I bet I could get my whole hand up there right now, even without lube." That wrenched a sob out of me, but he'd torn me down, and all I could do was offer myself to whatever he wanted to do next. "Such a gorgeous, hot little fuckhole. I like putting things in it." "Yes sir," I whispered. "Whatever you want, sir." The smile I got then was reward for everything that had gone before, and he kissed me deeply, letting me suck his tongue desperately. While he was still kissing me, I felt pressure, MORE pressure, on the dildo, and realized he was turning it. Twisting it, and the ridges pressed on new places, and then it started to slide out of me. At first it felt like it was tearing my guts out with it, but then incredible, intense relief, so bone-deep it put pleasure to shame, slipped up my nerve endings to my brain, and if I'd had anything left in my empty cock and balls, I'm sure I would have come. When it finally popped out, I was left feeling emptier than I ever had in my life. Even the gush of...stuff...I could feel coming out after the huge cock couldn't lessen my relief. "That's my boy." He laid it aside, and gently undid my restraints, lowering my arms and legs back to the bed. I sighed at the relief of strained muscles. "Oh, thank you, sir." He's taught me the meaning of true gratitude. When you're calling the shots yourself, you can convince yourself that nice things that happen to you are at least partially your own doing. Now, I was dependent on Lance for any pleasure or happiness I felt, and each kind gesture he made locked me deeper in devotion to him. "You're welcome, Sebastian." He turned on the bed and pulled my head into his lap, soothing me with gentle strokes of his hand. I sighed, and shuddered, and relaxed. You'd think that after twenty years, I'd be used to being naked, but it felt incredibly strange to have my penis snuggled up between my thighs again, to not feel the unforgiving press of metal there. And my ass...it was a gaping throbbing empty hole. It felt squishy and soft and swollen between my cheeks. His cum, trapped by the dildo before, was still trickling out of me slowly, mixed with my own dirty juice. I didn't think about it. "Let's talk about Friday, okay, sweetie?" I nodded. "The guys are coming over, probably around five, and they'll stay for a couple hours of practice. We'll probably order Chinese. But just because they're here doesn't mean your rules don't apply." "I'm gonna get to wear clothes, right?" The idea of being naked and collared and cuffed in front of Adam and James was too surreal. He laughed. "Oh, yeah. Definitely. I don't think they're quite ready for Sebastian-the-slave-boy yet. I won't even put your belt on you, since I know Adam's gonna tackle you at some point, and I think it would be a little hard to explain, don't you?" I giggled, burying my face in his belly. "God, yeah. I don't think he'd buy that it was something to improve my falsetto." He snickered. "No, probably not. So, no belt. But that doesn't mean you get to touch yourself, or get hard, or play with yourself in any way. That includes humping furniture, you horndog." "Hey," I said indignantly, earning myself a little slap on the bottom. "I don't hump furniture!" "Yeah, but you might, considering it's two days away and you won't be having an orgasm between now and then." His voice was amused, and I twisted around to look up at him. He was grinning evilly. "Wow. No coming at all?" Even with all I'd just been through, it hadn't really sunk in. "Not even once. I'll milk you once in a while, just so the pressure doesn't get too bad." He patted my cheek. "Get used to it, kid. The only thing that little willy of yours is good for any more is pissing and draining your balls. I may make occasional exceptions, but I doubt it." "Ohhhh." I sighed. The idea was strangely appealing, even as my mind recoiled from the idea of never feeling the sweet release of orgasm. "That...that's gonna be hard." Understatement of the year. "I know you can do it." His pride and confidence was clear, and I wiggled happily. "But today and tomorrow, we'll practice. You won't be belted, and you won't leave my sight. Any attempts to touch yourself will be punished SEVERELY." "But...what if I get hard, sir?" I was scared now, knowing full well that my control over my cock was shaky at best. "You'll just have to ignore it." He was back to stroking my hair. "Remember, the belt is for training. Think about what you did when you wanted to get hard SO bad and you couldn't. That should help you keep things under control." "It's like telling someone not to think about elephants, and then all they can think about is elephants," I said thoughtfully. "Knowing I'm not supposed to get hard makes me hard all the TIME. And if I know I can't come I'm gonna want it a thousand times worse." "Exactly. Smart boy. That's kind of the idea. I expect you to obey me, Sebastian, even when it's hard. It's not supposed to be easy; if it was, I'd just leave your belt on forever." "Oh god." I shuddered in delicious fear at the thought. "B-but you'll still do what we did before, right?" "The milking? That's for your health. We don't want things getting all blocked up in there, after all. Did it feel good?" "Kind of. Not really," I said wryly, and he laughed again. "It was very frustrating. It was like...I could almost get there, I was SO CLOSE, and then things started coming out but I couldn't spurt. But my balls feel a lot better now." "I bet." He reached between my legs and fondled them for a moment, then let go of me, leaving me purring and happy. "Nice and empty, good. That should make things easier too." "They're kind of sore," I confessed. "I don't want to get hard at all." He grinned again. "Well, I doubt that'll last long. I know you, after all. Now, Friday. New rules." I snapped to attention quickly. "You will call me Lance, not Sir. I won't be giving you orders, and I won't be controlling your actions, not directly. But I WILL be watching you, Seb, and there WILL be consequences for your behavior. I will expect you to behave EXACTLY as if I was standing behind you with your crop, at all times, with your leash in my hand." He was so stern and serious. "Yes sir," I whispered, terrified, and his face softened. "We're going to have to do things a little differently than most masters and slaves, just because of who we are. I mean, I can't have you on your knees to me at the Video Music Awards, or anything. But that does not give you any more leeway than any other slave. You will behave politely and respectfully to everyone. You will never touch yourself. And you will obey my orders instantly, even if they sound like suggestions." "Oh, yes, sir." I felt happiness bloom inside me. I'd always hated awards shows and interviews, feeling frazzled and pissed off and uncertain. Lance was going to help me, Lance would make it better. I'd never be stuck not knowing what to do again. "Like that, do you?" His voice was rich with humor and approval, and his eyes were shining in his handsome face as he looked down at me. "Yes sir!" He bent over and kissed me, and I whimpered against his tongue until he drew back. "Thank you so much for helping me, for working so hard to make me a better boy, for taking so much time with me." I was crying again, so overcome that I couldn't stop the tears from rolling down my face, every feeling huge and spiced with the comforting pain from my back and my hole. "Thank you, thank you, I love you so much, master..." "Oh, baby." He cradled my head in gentle hands, his own eyes a little wet, and slipped his finger between my lips. I suckled it greedily, desperate for a taste of him. "Thank you for trusting me and giving yourself to me, for taking me as your master. It's the greatest honor of my life to protect you and discipline you and care for you, and I love you more than I can say." He let me nurse at his fingertip as I wept, overwhelmed and tired, head swimming but blissfully happy. Even an overemotional bitch bottom like me can only cry for so long, and I calmed down pretty soon, thirsty and sore and sticky. He took his finger back, smirking at my disappointed pout, and helped me off the bed. The first time I straightened my legs under me, I had to suck in a great lungful of air to keep from screaming. "Oh my god," I said faintly. "I think you sprained me down there, sir." His eyebrows went up. "I don't think you can sprain an asshole, Seb," he said dryly. "I wouldn't be surprised if it's a little strained, though. Why don't you go sit on the pot for a little while, I think we probably stirred you up pretty good, and I don't want you making a mess in the tub. I'll run you a bath, you're filthy." I rolled my eyes at him. It was definitely sprained, no matter what Lance said, and it HURT to walk, and if I was filthy it was his doing. I limped with infinite care into the bathroom, and settled myself, face hot, on the toilet. The spreading of my legs made me moan and bend in half, as did the pull of gravity against my sore insides. Pretty soon a burning trickle of juice started leaking from me. Lance moved around the bathroom, filling the bathtub with steamy water and adding some salts, keeping an eye on me. When I finally straightened up, he braced me with one hand and started massaging my abdomen, gently but firmly, frowning a little as that forced more stuff down and out my throbbing hole. I squealed at the acid feeling of it against my anus, the sound tight in my throat, and he finally stopped, when nothing more came. "I think we might have to get a little more thorough with your enemas. You should still be clean from this morning. Not your fault, kiddo, don't worry about it." He stroked my belly once more, and bent me down over my knees, wiping my cheeks and the back of my thighs and my hole with a hot soapy washcloth. Oh my GOD it hurt, but once the pain passed and I stopped struggling, it was soothing. "Okay, into the tub with you." I stood carefully, still very sore, and hobbled over to the tub. He undid my cuffs and collar with gentle hands; I needed his help to get in, and the first touch of hot water on various bits of raw skin on my body left me silent and writhing and clenching my teeth. But slowly, slowly I adjusted, and inched down into the warmth, feeling it seep into strained muscles and abraded tissue and relaxing me into a boneless puddle. Lance was sitting on the sink, watching me, arms crossed over his broad chest. He was smiling a little. I love it when he watches me and I can tell he likes what he sees, and I turned my head against the porcelain of the tub so I could look at him, blinking slowly as all the knots and tension gradually dissolved out of my body. "Do you want to get in with me, sir?" My voice was slurred and thick in my ears. He shook his head a little, dimples showing. "There's no room, sugar boy. Maybe I'll get a hot tub for the back deck, mmm?" "Oh YEAH. That would freakin' rule." I was a little lightheaded from the heat. "And you could fuck me in it, and we could have parties, and you could whip me and then fuck me some more, and I could give you a massage." I closed my eyes dreamily, imagining it, his laughter tickling my ears. "Hedonist. Are you sure you're not the one who wants a massage?" "Yeah, but no. I mean, I want to do it. I want to make you feel good too, you're always rubbing me down and stuff, that should be my job." "Sebastian, I also beat the living daylights out of you on a regular basis." He was incredulous. "Well, yeah, but doesn't that make your arm sore?" It seemed perfectly reasonable to me. Suddenly I felt his lips, warm and soft, on my forehead. "I do love you." His voice was warm, and I smiled without opening my eyes. "Too, sir," I murmured, and drifted off into a warm comfortable haze. *** Lance decided he needed to pay his bills once I was out and dried and amazingly refreshed. Bo-ring. I think sometimes he would have been an accountant if he hadn't become such a kick-ass guitar player. Of course, since I wasn't supposed to leave his sight, I was curled up at his feet reading. I'm not normally much of a reader, but I was still on X-Box and TV restriction, and there wasn't much else to do. Also, Lance thought I needed to improve my mind. I got tired of it pretty quickly, especially since I was naked. Really naked. All I had on was my collar, and it was unsettling, feeling my penis wiggling around down there without anything holding it. Lance was ignoring me, and that was unsettling too. I leaned my shoulder against his knee, and he petted my hair absently for a minute, but then went back to punching numbers into his calculator. I sighed deeply, and got no response. I pressed myself a little harder against his leg. "Sebastian, read your book." "Yes sir," I mumbled. I looked back at the book in my lap, and read the same line over and over, never absorbing a word. Pretty soon I was fidgeting again. My balls itched. When they were behind the chastity plate they were low on my priority list, but now they were resting against the floor, and they itched. He wasn't paying attention...I snuck my hand down under the book, curling my fingers, giving them a long luxurious-SMACK! I sprawled sideways to the floor, head ringing and cheek burning, and Lance had swiveled in his chair, and was looking at me evenly. "You know better. Bad boy." Shocked, I scrambled back to his side and pressed to his leg. "I'm sorry, sir." If I'd had any ability to do so, I'd have been hard and dripping at this show of dominance from him. "Don't let it happen again." He stared at me a moment longer, then turned back to his work. I shook my head, clearing it, and stared at the open page, determined to concentrate. It lasted about ten minutes. My balls still itched. I was still naked. I still didn't want to read this book. Lance couldn't be enjoying balancing his checkbook, and it was my job as his devoted slave to please him. I pressed my face to his thigh, nosing against him gently. He ignored me, and I stepped it up a little, touching his calf with my hand, tugging at his pants leg softly. I felt him tense a little, and turn the chair. "YOU are being an outrageous brat right now. What the hell's gotten into you, Sebastian?" His voice was amused and irritated, and I looked up at him as appealingly as I knew how. I even batted my eyelashes. "I don't know what you mean, sir. I just want to be close to my master." "Ohhhhh. I see." He was fighting a grin. "Well, I think you're close enough. Now let me concentrate, please. I want to get these out today." "Of course, sir." I nodded against his leg, leaving my hand on his leg. His thigh was gorgeous, but it wasn't quite enough. I slid back a little, nuzzling at his hip. His jeans smelled like fabric softener, but if I breathed deeply enough I could smell Lance. He sighed, and threw down his pen, standing abruptly. I fell back, startled and scared, and then stood when he dropped a hand and grabbed my ear, yelping as he frogmarched me into the kitchen. I stood still, baffled, as he filled a mug with water and then grabbed the scrubber-on-a-stick I used to clean drinking glasses. "Since you're having such a hard time sitting still, you can put all that energy to good use. Take these." I did, and he pulled me back to the computer room, leading me to the corner. "Hands and knees, now, Seb." I went down like a shot, responding to that tone in his voice like a trained dog. He set the mug and scrubber by my hand, and slapped my rump. "Clean the floor. Do not get off your hands and knees. I want to see every inch sparkling, and Sebastian, I want it done in absolute silence." There was clear warning in his voice, and I nodded meekly, cowed and humbled. Without another word, he went back and settled at his desk. The wooden floor of the room stretched endlessly. It was a big room, it held a pool table and bookshelves and a few comfortable chairs, as well as Lance's desk and computer. I could feel something stubborn inside me wanting to resist, to shout "no!" and run to my bed, to try to tease him into doing something more fun. For the first time I fought it, forcing my mind to accept that if this was what he wanted me to do, then my obedience might bring me as much happiness and satisfaction as sucking his cock would. I picked up the brush, dipped it in the water, and started scrubbing. God. And I thought I'd been bored *before*. [end part 10]

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Date: Sat, 14 Dec 2002 18:49:38 -0800 (PST) From: B B Subject: Saving Sebastian, parts one and two The following story is a work of complete fiction, dreamed up in my own twisted little mind. I even invented Lance and Seb, and any resemblance they might have to real people is purely coincidental. If you're uncomfortable with themes of consensual, loving bondage, domination/submission, or humiliation and training between two young men, please stop reading here. Everyone else, enjoy! Comments are welcomed, adored, and lovingly spanked and petted at bondedboy13@yahoo.com Saving Sebastian, part one: A Change of Pace I was waiting when he came through the door, his face a curious mixture of defiance and trepidation. I'd been waiting for a while, actually, partially to give myself a chance to cool off, partially because I'd been thinking hard about what this meant, what I should do, how he'd react. I'd left the lights dim in the room, and he didn't change them when he entered. "Lance," he said offhandedly, dropping his jacket on a chair. "What are you doing here?" "I think you know," I said evenly. "Why don't you tell me?" He shrugged, elaborately casual, and turned to look at himself in the mirror. He was talking tough, but there was tension vibrating in every line of his long, lean body. "You're probably kind of pissed, huh? That shit I said at the club, the stuff I was doing? Well, too bad. You don't get to say." "I do get to say, remember?" I kept my voice as even as I could, and gentle. "We've talked about this. You asked for my help." "Well, maybe I don't want it all the time." There was that flash of defiance again, and temper. "Maybe I just want to do my own thing sometimes, without you being all shitty about it." I considered that for a moment, then nodded and rose from the bed where I'd been sitting. "That's your choice, of course. You can make that decision." I walked to the dresser and pulled open the special drawer, grabbing a small duffel and opening it. I started emptying the drawer into it. "What are you doing?" There was that uncertainty again, as he watched me from across the room. "Lance? Why are you...." He trailed off. "You've made your decision." My voice was still quiet. "Since you don't want my help any more, I'm going to take these things and go. You're on your own." A calculated phrase, to remind him why we'd started in the first place. "No!" He was across the room in a flash, and grabbing my arm. I turned slowly and gave his hand a pointed look, and he dropped it like my flesh was suddenly hot. At 5'10", I'm a bit shorter than he is, but broader, and he knows better than to grab me like that. Eyes wide, hands twisting together, he slowly sank to his knees at my feet. "No, I don't want that. I didn't...I just wanted to have some fun, for once, the way I want to..." I reached out and grabbed his chin, so he was forced to look at my face, as his cheeks slowly flushed red. "Sebastian," I said calmly. "The rules were that I got to decide, that you were going to be good and follow my instructions, that you were going to obey." That was always the tricky word for him. He'd always chafed a little against my wishes for his behavior in public, but this was the first time he'd openly flaunted the rules. They were never embarrassing for him, never anything that would reveal our relationship to the world, but still, his stubborn little mind rebelled at me dictating his actions when we were out of the house. Being in a rock band was hard for anyone, especially someone as young as Sebastian. He had only just turned twenty, and the temptations and stresses of the life we led were intense. "I know. I just. I was mad," he confessed, hands still wringing. "Please don't go. Please, I'll try harder. I need you. Lance, please." I searched his dark blue eyes, and there was sincerity there, and need, and desperation. I paused for a long moment. Clearly, what we'd been doing so far hadn't worked, and I needed to come up with something new. "This is your last chance." My tone was definite, and he nodded frantically. "You can always decide that this isn't right for you, always choose to break it off. But the next time something like this happens, I'm gone. For good. Do you understand?" His eyes filled with grateful tears, and he nodded again. "Thank you," he whispered, and I let my hand cup his cheek. "You were awful tonight," I told him, and he blinked, and nodded again, more slowly. "You know what I have to do, right?" This time, barely a tip of the head, and there was fear there, now, and anticipation. "But first, we're going to discuss some new rules. Take off your clothes, please." He made as if to stand, and I slammed a hand into his shoulder, pushing him back to his knees. "Like that. Don't get up." He froze, and then slowly began unbuttoning his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders and baring that gorgeous body. Sebastian's an artist's wet dream with his dark straight hair and indigo eyes framed by incredibly long lashes, pale porcelain skin, broad shoulders and sculpted muscles tapering to a lean waist. I smiled a little as his body was revealed. He was still tense, just like he'd been all night, muscles bunched and twisting under his smooth skin. All six feet of him, kneeling before me. It was an incredible sight. Getting his pants and shoes off was more of a challenge, but he managed, without standing, and I gave him an approving smile. Finally, his boxers, and he was kneeling before me, naked, his cock hanging loose and slim and pretty, barely four inches between his thighs. "Okay. I want you to listen. These rules aren't up for discussion, not if you want me to stay, but you can tell me how you feel about them." He stared up into my face, silent and waiting. "I've been trying to help you, Sebastian, you know that. But it's not working, the way we've been doing it. You're manipulating me to get what you want, when you want it, and that's not the way this is going to work. Not if you truly want to be better. I'm going to make it a little harder on you, and you're going to have to try more, and it's going to be more difficult. But I think it will be good, if you let it." He was shivering a little, now. "So far, what are your rules? Tell me, please." I always said please, though it wasn't really a request. "I do what you say," he whispered, and I let myself frown. "Louder, please. And be specific." He blinked, and bit his lip. "I do what you say. I'm polite to everyone. I wash the dishes and sweep the kitchen and make the bed. I wake up every morning at nine, no matter how late I get in. I don't interrupt people in interviews. I do voice exercises for an hour every afternoon, and practice my piano. I'm not allowed to have sex with anyone but you. I don't come until you say it's okay when we have sex." I nodded. "Good, sweetie. And what happens if you break the rules?" "Y-you spank me," he said in a tiny voice, face flushing with shame and pleasure. "And why is that?" I was gentle, still, but firm. "Because I need help to be good. Because I need to be reminded, and you love me." "That's right," I smiled at him. "I spank you with my hand, right? Across my lap?" He nodded. "I think that's not working. I think it's too nice for you, now, and sometimes you're bad on purpose. It's not supposed to be nice, Sebastian, it's supposed to remind you that you've misbehaved." He blinked. Some of my spankings had been *very* hard. "We're going to make new rules, and new punishments. I'm going to tell you about them now, so you can think about them as we deal with what you did tonight." He cringed, and nodded. "All your old rules still apply, they're still important. But tomorrow we're going to go shopping and get you some new things, to wear when we're at home. A collar." He opened his mouth to protest, and I held up my hand. "These are the rules. A collar, and some leather cuffs, and you will always wear them in the house. Maybe some things to remind you of the rules, too, we'll see when we're there. Who is in charge?" "You are," he said, hanging his head. "That's right. Those things are just to remind you." I rested my palm on the top of his head. "I've done some research, Sebastian, this isn't just stuff I'm making up. You're out of control, and I'm trying to help you. Okay?" He nodded. "The next rule is, absolute obedience. Immediately. No questions. When I tell you to do something, you do it, even if you think it's strange. If I want you to clean the kitchen floor on your hands and knees, you do it. If I want you to kneel in the corner naked, you do it. You'll have to trust me." "I do," he whispered, and I could see him starting to get hard. As much as he fought my control, he loved it and needed it, and it turned him on. I smiled. "I'm going to humiliate you," I told him gently, and he shivered. "You are too focused on what you want, how wonderful you are. When I punish you, I want you to thank me, afterwards, and kiss me. You're going to give control to me, and I'll make it better. " "I want you to have it," he confessed, fully hard now, his cock lifting from his thighs. "Okay. We'll write down those rules tomorrow. I want you to think of any more that you think might be good, and tell me in the morning." He nodded, and smiled up at me, bright with relief and pleasure. My sweet boy. "Now, about tonight." His smile fell away. "That girl gave you a blowjob in the bathroom." He made to protest, and I cut him off. "Sebastian, I know. And you were incredibly rude to not only James but those roadies, and you ignored me when I asked you to come with me. Didn't you?" He nodded, ashamed. "I think that deserves a little more than just a spanking, don't you?" I stroked his head gently, and felt his tiny nod. "Okay, baby. I want you to get on the bed, on your belly, please." "Lance..." "NOW, Sebastian." I snapped it at him, and he leaped into action, scurrying for the bed and lying on it, straight and still. "Are you mad?" His voice was small and uncertain, and he was watching me, his head turned. I shook my head, and started undoing my belt. He flinched, eyes huge. "No, I'm not mad. Just very, very disappointed. And you know, once you're punished, it's over. It's in the past, and you don't have to feel bad about it any more." He blinked at me, nodded, and relaxed a little. "Okay, honey." I stripped out of the rest of my clothes, folding them neatly. "Spread your legs. Further. Further, Sebastian." Hesitantly, his knees parted, until he was spread open. "This is going to hurt more than my hand. I want you to stay very still. And remember to count, you'll be getting fifteen stripes tonight." He gasped, shaking, and nodded. I'd never used a belt, or anything else, really, on Sebastian. Just my hand and once a hairbrush, which he'd hated. From the little motions his hips were making into the covers, I could tell he was almost as excited about this as he was scared, and I shook my head. I'd discovered in the course of disciplining him that Sebastian was something of a masochist, to go along with the submissive tendencies that he fought so hard against. He was desperate for someone to control him, punish him, take charge and give him what he needed. No wonder he'd been so wild and miserable, before we started our relationship a month ago. He was much happier now, and it thrilled me to see him smiling and laughing and happy again. But still, like tonight, he fought it. No more, if I had anything to say about it. I stood at the side of the bed, snapping the belt between my hands. I'd practiced on a pillow and on my own leg while waiting for him, and I knew how much even a light smack stung. Sebastian would not be getting a light smack. "Get ready," I told him, and he tensed all over, hands fisting the bedsheets. Flexing my arm, I brought the belt down across his bare buttocks, HARD. He shrieked, and scrambled up the bed, a livid red stripe across his ass. I grabbed his head and forced him back down, and he fought me, twisting, until finally going limp. There were shocked tears in his eyes, and his face was suddenly bright red. "Sebastian," I said softly. "Baby, you need to sit still. And count." "I can't, I don't think I can, Lance, don't do this, please..." His voice was breathless, hitching in his throat, and his knee was pressing into the bed as his whole lower body flexed away from the pain. Beneath him, I could see his cock, a hard angry read, leaking precum onto the sheets. "Do you need me to tie you?" I kept my voice gentle. We'd never done that before either, though he'd been cuffed a few times while I spanked him. A long pause, and then he nodded once, jerkily. "Okay." I retrieved some ties from the closet, leaving Sebastian on the bed to think about things, and then pressed him flat again. He whimpered, but gave me his hands, and I bound them securely to the corners of the bed. Then his ankles, drawing his legs wide and flat, and he shook and squirmed and I slapped the back of his thigh warningly. He stilled, and let me tie him. He looked beautiful, his long legs spread, full balls visible between them, every muscle in his back in tense relief. "Now pull, your legs and arms," I told him, and he yanked and twisted them, clearly getting a little angry at me, at the whole situation. The ties didn't give, but I made a mental note that we'd be needing some real restraints soon. "We're starting again," I told him, and he growled at me. "It's okay to be mad at me, but remember, you did this to yourself, with your behavior tonight. Now, count." I brought my arm back, and SMACK belted him again, and he screamed, body flexing as far as it could. "Sebastian," I said, still calm. "We're starting again. Count." I did it again, and this time, I could clearly hear the word "one" in his shriek. "Good boy. Now hang on." Two, three, and four, and his voice was getting hoarse, and I was grateful for the soundproofing. He was begging now, pleading with me, his face mashed into the bed and his body shaking and shivering, jerking with every blow. Five, and the stripes were mostly even across his ass and lower back, six and my cock was rock hard and leaking, six and I took a little break as he sobbed and gasped for breath. Reaching under him clinically, I felt between his legs, cupping his cock and balls, rubbing my thumb over his quivering asshole. Soft, now. Good. This wasn't supposed to be fun. By the tenth stroke he was lying still, just jerking under the belt when it landed, sobbing out the count as I beat him raw. I made sure the fifteenth landed across the tender place at the very top of his thighs, and he screamed again, and then went completely limp. I reached out and pressed my hand to the back of his neck, firmly, and didn't let him flinch away. "You're a very good boy, Sebastian. I'm proud of you." There was silence in the room after that, broken only by his sobbing, tearing breaths, and I left the bedside, coiling my belt and moving around the room, folding his discarded clothes--he'd be spanked for that tomorrow--turning off the lights in the hallway and bathroom, brushing my teeth. When I got back to the bed he had quieted, and turned his face to the side. It was still red and streaked with tears, but thoughtful now, and I kept my silence as I gently released him from the ties. Even after I was done untying him, he lay still. His ass was a bright flaming red, raising in welts in a few places, and I imagined it wasn't very comfortable for him to move. I brought his arms down to his sides, and stroked his shoulder, and he sighed, his whole body relaxing completely with a little shudder. "Better now?" I kept my voice quiet in the dim room, and he nodded slowly. His face was clear, no trace of the defiance or unhappiness or uncertainty it had had before. He looked relaxed, sated, though I knew he hadn't come. "Okay, on your side." I lubed my fingers and cock and rolled him away from me, lifting his leg, exposing him to me as I slid into bed behind him. He whimpered, and his asshole twitched, as I slipped two fingers into him. "Lie still, Sebastian," I told him, and he shivered and obeyed. I fingered him for a while, massaging his prostate, my other hand resting lightly on the hot skin of his buttock. He couldn't decide whether to jerk away from my hand or further back onto my fingers, and the conflicting sensations reduced him to little gasps soon enough. My cock is both long and thick, and two fingers weren't really enough to prepare him, especially since it had been almost a week since we'd fucked. But again, this wasn't about his pleasure so much as a reminder of who had control, who was in charge, and I forced myself inside him, hands on his hips to prevent him from jerking away. He was crying again, soft little sobs, and when I reached around he was rock hard and leaking. I took my hand away immediately. "Remember your rules," I said quietly, and he nodded, and I could almost hear his teeth grinding as he fought for control. I took him hard, the hot flesh of his ass pleasant against my groin, his flinches every time I pushed all the way in an added pleasure. I hadn't really known how deeply I craved control and dominance until Sebastian, until that day when he'd been so screamingly out of control that I'd dragged him into a hotel bedroom and swatted his ass three or four times. The effect had been electric, turning him docile and polite, and me hard as steel. It had just been the beginning, the start of the change in our relationship from lead singer and guitar player, best friends, to submissive and dominant. I felt him start to hump the air, desperate for release, and I slapped his sore ass hard, getting a little yelp from him. "Don't you dare," I said sternly, "don't you dare come, Sebastian, or the whipping you got tonight will seem like *nothing*." He froze, terrified, and I kissed the back of his neck in approval. Grinding myself deeper, trying to crawl inside him, I finally came, emptying myself into his ass, groaning in the unbelievable pleasure as I shot three, four, five times, pulsing inside him. "Please let me come, please let me come," he was chanting, as I came back to my senses. "Oh, Lance, please say I can come, I'm going to die, please..." "Do you think you deserve to come tonight?" I often asked him his opinion. Not that it mattered, in the long run. He went silent, and then shook his head a little. "I think you're right. Not tonight, not tomorrow. You're on probation, Sebastian." He whimpered when I pulled out of him, and I turned him over to face me, and kissed his wet cheek. "I love you, baby," I said, putting all my heart and caring into it. He sniffled, and blinked his wet eyelashes at me. "You're in charge of making sure you don't come tonight, you understand?" "Yes Lance," he said, voice thick with tears. "I love you too." "What do you say?" I reminded him gently. "Thank you for punishing me," he said softly. "Thank you for loving me and helping me be better." "You're welcome." I stroked his cheek and smiled into his eyes, and he smiled back. It would be the way we ended all our sessions, from this point forward. Part Two: Slave Lance has always been calm. Even when we were in the middle of some crazy tour, singing every night and giving radio interviews, press calls, even public appearances during the day, he's always been strong and quiet and controlled. I was so jealous of him, for so long. The more famous we got, the more crazy our lives became, the more miserable and angry and insane I grew. The worst part was, I didn't know why. We were famous. We were four hot guys in one of the hottest rock bands in the world, we had a million screaming devoted fans. We were on top of the world, and we could do *whatever* we wanted. There were no controls on us. And I was so unhappy it was making me sick. It was like this ball of pain in my chest, in my gut. No matter how many lines of coke I did, or how many groupies I fucked, it just kept growing. Lance changed all that. I was screaming at our bass player James one day, I'd imagined he'd screwed up the bridge in one of our more popular songs the night before. I was so *angry,* I was practically spitting at him, when all of a sudden someone twisted my ear and dragged me out of the room. Lance looks kind of small, especially next to me, but he's solid muscle and he knows how to use it. He pulled me straight through to one of the suite bedrooms, me stumbling behind him, eyes on his soft brown curls. I was struggling and yelping, but he paid no attention to me whatsoever, until he reached the middle of the room, spun me around, and smacked my ass four times, hard stinging slaps. For a second I was paralyzed with shock, and I think he was too. The feel of his hand on my ass, the way he'd controlled my motion, it's like it drained all the violent anger out of me, unknotted that tight twist of pain inside me, and I felt calm for the first time in months. My ass was pleasantly warm, and I took a deep breath, and felt tension I didn't even know I'd had drain out of my shoulders. "Act like an infant and you'll be spanked like one," he finally said, in his buttersoft low voice. I shivered, hunching my shoulders to hide the fact that that voice, those words, had lifted my cock into erection almost instantly. I'd had sex with men before, but it wasn't any better than with women, all of it leaving me feeling vaguely guilty and dirty and unsatisfied. I'd never looked at my bandmates as possible sex partners, either. I'd seen Behind The Music. "Please." It drifted out of my mouth before I even knew it, and I clapped my hand over my mouth, shocked at myself. He didn't even look startled, just glanced up and down my body with those steady brown eyes. But it had felt so good. I felt okay, and I was desperate to hang onto that feeling. "Are you sure?" That's all he asked, and I nodded. "When you get crazy, right?" I nodded again. It's still hard for me to talk about what I need; back then it was almost impossible to vocalize, and he had to force me into it. "Okay," he said, and that was that. He took my hand and pulled me to the bed, tugging me gently across his thighs. I thought I'd die from the embarrassment; he must have felt how hard I was. But his cock was digging into my hip, which made me feel a little better. He smacked me a good ten times with his hand, through my pants, and then let me think about things for a little while, smoothing his hand over the curve of my ass. When I got off his thighs, I was at peace. I'd come in my pants at the last blow, and I couldn't even bring myself to be ashamed of it. I thanked him from the bottom of my heart, and he gave me that proud, pleased smile that soon I'd do anything to see. That was the beginning. We moved along slowly, he could always tell when I needed more, though he usually made me ask for it. First spankings through my underpants, then on my bare bottom, and we started making some rules for me. Once, when I'd staggered home completely stoned, he waited for me to sober up and then walloped me with a hairbrush. That *really* hurt, but deep down I loved it. I was kind of pushing it, at that point. I craved more, and I couldn't ask for it, and he was hesitant, I think, to push me too far. He didn't realize then that I needed him to completely dominate me. Hell, *I* didn't even realize it at that point, I just knew that my insides itched, I knew there were things that I had to have, and that I wasn't getting. And I hated that I needed it. It made me mad. I think that's what made me be so bad, that night. The sex had started almost as an afterthought to the spankings, and he was always gentle and considerate with me, just like my other lovers had been, and it was making me angry. The fact that he had these rules for me made me want to fight them, rebel, be my own man, and that night I just cut loose. A stripper blew me in the bathroom, I danced with slutty men and women and flaunted myself, I teased James about his new girlfriend, calling her a whore who was after his money. Lance watched it all, and more than once motioned to me to stop, but I pretended he wasn't even there. When he left the club, long before the rest of us, I knew he was angry. That night was terrible and wonderful. He beat me hard, and it *hurt*, oh god did it hurt, I was screaming and begging and crying and I'd never felt anything so awful. But when it was over, the hurting place inside was *much* smaller. I'd misbehaved, and I'd been punished severely, just as I deserved. Lance had taken care of it. I slept like a baby, even though I hadn't come. Lance woke me up at nine. Even though we were off tour, in his house in the suburbs of Chicago, he thought that a regular schedule would be good for me. He was probably right, but I hated mornings on the best of days, and that day I was sore and aching and exhausted, having gotten only three hours of sleep. Lance, the bastard, looked rested and relaxed, and kissed my cheek. "Good morning, sweetie. How's my boy today?" Even though he's only two years older than me, he always treats me like a young boy when I'm with him. I love it. "Sore," I grumbled. "Fucking tired." "Sebastian," his voice was gently warning. "No swearing, not in this house." "I know, I know," I grunted, and he arched one of those disdainful eyebrows at me. "Sorry," I added grudgingly, and he looked at me consideringly. "I'm going to give you till the count of ten to adjust your attitude, and if you don't, I'll correct it for you." His voice was even, like always, but left me in absolutely no doubt that he meant it. This was new, this submission he was asking of me, and I struggled with it for a moment. I'm grouchy in the mornings, it's part of who I am, and this would be hard. Finally, I nodded, and took his hand and kissed the fingertips. "I'm sorry," I said more sincerely. "It won't happen again." He smiled at me, and he's so beautiful when he smiles. He's got a strong masculine face, and an absolutely exquisite mouth, and I love it when he smiles at me. "See that it doesn't. I think we're going to add that to your rules. You'll be civil to me, always, and to anyone else, no matter what the time of day. You'll accept my corrections with instant obediance and gratitude." "It's hard," I said quietly, and he nodded and kissed me lightly. "I know. A lot of things will be hard. But I know you can do it, you're strong." I glowed with his praise and faith in me. "Now get up and shower. Clean yourself really well, you still stink from the club last night. I'm going to do some research, come find me in the computer room when you're done. And Sebastian, you can put on your running shorts, but nothing else." This was new too. He had rules before, but they were mostly about my manners, and it took a moment before I nodded my compliance. With another kiss, he got out of bed and dressed, and left me to bathe. When I rejoined him, I was wearing the soft cotton running shorts, and realized how clever he'd been. He was controlling my dress, yes, but I wouldn't have been able to bear the feeling of anything tight or rough against the blistered skin of my bottom anyway. He smiled at me as I stood in the doorway, and motioned for me to come to his side. I walked gingerly over to him, expecting to stand beside him, but he stood and pressed me to my knees beside his chair. My tortured skin protested, my aching muscles screamed, and I gasped in shock. He looked at me evenly. "You will kneel when I wish," he said simply, and there was iron in his voice, and I nodded mutely. Despite the discomfort, I was getting hard again. "Good boy." He took his seat again, and pointed to the screen. I could see it clearly from my uncomfortable position. "Last night, I posted to a couple of usegroups. Anonymously, of course. I knew I needed help, someone to help me help you. There are some very experienced people out there, and they do the same things we do, for the same reasons. There are lots of boys like you, who need discipline and control in their lives, and there are lots of men who give it to them, lovingly and firmly. I want to be able to do that for you." He cupped my cheek. "Some of the answers they gave me may be a little scary for you. You can tell me if they are, but it won't change the decisions I've made. Remember, you can leave me at any time. And we'll still be friends, I'll still be in the band with you. Nothing can change that." I'd needed to hear that, and I sighed in relief. "Okay," I said, though I was worried about these answers. I'd given up control last night, though, willingly and gratefully, and I wasn't willing to lose this incredible feeling of rightness. "Will you tell me?" "Of course. And I'll even add them to our list, and we'll put it on the fridge, so you don't forget." He sat back in his chair, idly stroking my shoulder. "This one, Steve, he's training a young boy, much younger than you, but the boy sounds a lot like you. He sent me a list he'd made for *his* boy. I like it a lot. First though, I want you to tell me honestly. How many times a day do you masturbate?" I flushed with shame. "At least once," I confessed. "Sometimes twice. I can't help it. I'm always getting hard." "I know, honey. But it's important that you learn some control, and it's part of your discipline." He smiled at me gently. "That's the first rule. No masturbating. No sex at all unless it's with me, and you never come without permission. In fact, you shouldn't even get hard without permission." I blinked at him. Not get hard? I got hard in a stiff breeze, sometimes. He confirmed it with a nod. "I'll let you try to control it yourself. If it's too difficult, there are things we can get that will help you. You probably won't like them, but I will." He's so damned cheerful about this stuff, sometimes I want to smack him. "Your cock is mine. Your ass is mine. They belong to me, now, and I get to say how they behave. Just like the rest of you." That iron tone was back in his voice, and I shivered, cock rigid despite me. It belonged to Lance, now, and I loved that. He continued, though a pointed glance at my crotch let me know he had seen. "I'm going to shave your body today, especially between your legs and under your arms. You'll be bare except for when we're on tour or doing photoshoots, from now on. And you'll always wear your collar and your cuffs in the house. In addition to the cuffs and collars, we'll be getting other equipment. An enema bag, some butt plugs, a gag, restraints, and a chastity belt. And from now on, spankings are just for fun, when we're making love. You'll be punished with a strap, a cane, or a whip, depending on how bad you've been." Every word ratcheted up the delicious terror in my belly, until I was sweating and shaking, cock pulsing between my legs like the pain in my sore bottom. He tipped my head up towards him, his face full of love, and kissed me sweetly. "You will always, always obey me, in every detail, no matter how painful or humiliating or degrading it might seem," he finished, and I burst into tears. "It's okay," he whispered, draping an arm around me and pulling my face to his side. I sobbed it all out, the misery and the fear and the anticipation, the fact that his words had made me so excited and happy it almost hurt, even though I knew how twisted it was. "It's okay, baby. Let it all out. You'll be fine. I'll take care of you." With those words, I felt the last of my hesitation slip away, and I nodded against him. "I'll be...like your slave," I whispered, and I could feel him nod. "That's exactly right, that's just what you'll be. Your job is to obey and please me. And my job is to train and protect you." "Do I have to call you sir?" I had vague memories of a porn video, where the chick had called the man in leather 'sir.' It had turned me on so unbearably that I'd had to turn it off. "What do you think?" He was asking me again, already knowing the answer, making me figure it out for myself. Goddamn him. I nodded hesitantly. "That's right. But only when we're alone in the house, only when you have your collar on. Now come here. Stay on your knees." He pulled me around until I was kneeling between his spread thighs. He'd liked our talk too, the evidence was right in front of me, over eight inches long and straining at the front of his cargo pants. I licked my lips, and his eyes went hot. He took my head between his two hands, and pulled it to his crotch. "Smell it," he commanded. "Get your face in there. Now lick." I extended my tongue, and lapped at his crotch, soaking it with my spit, mouthing him through his pants. His hips were jerking by the time he pulled me off. "Get me out," he ordered, and I did, with trembling hands, my mouth watering for him. "I love you, Seb," he said quietly, and I nodded, before he forced my mouth open and shoved his cock down my throat. I gagged and choked, and tried to pull away, but he wouldn't let me. "No, relax. You're okay. Breathe through your nose." I could feel my nostrils flaring, full of his musk, as I struggled to obey, and my throat slowly relaxed. "Okay. Use your tongue." I swept it around the full head of his cock, tasting his salty precum, still gagging a little, but drifting away to that good place inside my head that comes when Lance is using me. His cock slipped over my tongue and battered the back of my throat, as I knelt passively as he fucked my mouth. When he finally came, I didn't even consider not swallowing, and took all four strong jets of his cum down my throat. He pulled me away, finally, and I licked him one last time. "You're mine, forever," he said, staring me straight in the eye. I nodded, all fight gone from me. I was his. Forever. "Yes sir," I agreed, and he smiled at me brilliantly. "Now go take care of your chores. Don't forget your singing. And Seb, do you know what a safe word is?" I nodded. "I want you to choose one for yourself. You're not to use it unless you're really on the edge, or if you're in real panic. If you use it, whatever we're doing stops in an instant." "Okay." I stood, careful and slow, my cock hard between my legs. "Okay?" "Um. Yes, sir." He grinned, and patted my hip. "And baby, you'd better find a way to make that wood disappear. I mean it. Learn to control yourself, or I'll do it for you." With his warning ringing in my ears, I left to start my chores. [end part two]

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Date: Sat, 24 Mar 2001 11:52:48 -0500 From: darksider Subject: Getting the Chair --Part 3-- (M/M, authoritarian) Warning: This story was written for Adults only and contains homosexual themes. If you're under 18 or the community you live in has laws against reading this type of material, please do not continue. This story is completely fictional and is not based on any actual person or incident. The theme involves torture and non-consensual sex; if this offends you, stop reading now. Getting the Chair -- 3 By DarkSider *** As we begin this installment, our protagonist, Eric, has just been repeatedly screwed and tortured by Rex, a partner of Eric's boss. After the forced sex, Eric was left restrained facedown in the torture chair/machine in which he has been repeatedly raped, then left alone in the lab to sleep it off, still impaled on a huge mechanical dick. *** I awoke several hours later I guess, I had no way to tell how much time had passed, the VR goggles were still over my eyes, but they were turned- off now and I was in total blackness. My ass hurt. I could feel the big mechanized dildo still fully inserted in me, gently throbbing and humming. At least it hadn't been set to continue fucking me after Rex had finished his part, or I would probably now be literally insane from the agony. I was restrained in a kind-of straddle over the fuckchair with my ass up and vulnerable. I tried to get more comfortable, but since my legs and wrists were totally immobilized, I had no choice but to stay exactly like Rex had left me. I tried to sleep again, hoping that eventually Rex was coming back down to let me out of this and then, hopefully that would be the end of my ordeal. Surely this asshole wasn't crazy enough to actually kidnap me and hold me as his sextoy prisoner for an extended amount of time. Problem was, that I had told my roommate and friends that I would be out of town at least a week when I had agreed to watch Troy's house. They had no reason to come looking for me for at least four more days.... After four more days with Rex, I was sure to be either dead or insane. It was frightening. I strained my ears, listening for any sign that Rex was in the room or that anything else was happening, but all I could hear was the sound of the machinery that operated this goddamn chair humming around me. After a time, I slept again, exhausted from my continuing ordeal. --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- - -- The next time I became conscious, I was startled and jolted awake by the realization that Rex was laying next to me in the fuckchair, slowly stroking my hair and back. "Hey kid. You still alive?" was his opening taunt. I could see him smiling somewhat and realized that he had removed the goggles. As I got more awake, I also realized the uncomfortable fullness of the big fucktool had been withdrawn from my poor ass as I slept. My wrists and ankles were still restrained in cold stainless steel bands, however, keeping me motionless. "Answer me..." he said, looking more serious. "Yeah, I'm fucking alive. No thanks to you, fucking psycho! You've had your fun, why don't you just let me go now and we'll call it even," I said, not bothering to be polite. "Is that any way to talk to a guy who showed you such a good time last night?" he quipped. "I would have thought you'd be all grins and giggles this morning...." "You've gotta be kidding. You have done the most horrible things to me that anyone ever did in my whole life! And you fucking think it's all a big joke! What the hell is the matter with you?!? Let me go!" I said, tears of rage involuntarily coming forth. He stopped petting my hair, leaned down and kissed me lightly on the cheek, and got up off the torture table. "Fine. We've obviously got a lot more work to be done here. I have time. And, you don't know it yet, but so do you. I am going to let you loose from the table now. Around your pretty dick and balls, is my control gadget in case you get feeling feisty again. I've got the remote right here," he said; hold up the thing he'd used to work the device he'd placed on me last night. I hadn't had the opportunity to inspect it yet, but it was some kind of electric cockring that had a wire that ran an electrode up my ass. When he'd zapped me with it last night, I'd collapsed to the floor right away, it hurt THAT bad. I wasn't anxious to feel it again. He went over to the console for the chair and I heard tapping. The metal around my limbs retracted immediately, leaving me "free," at least as free as I could get for the moment. I could barely move, having been restrained for several hours like I had been, but I turned over and sat on my naked, sore ass, rubbing my wrists which were red and swollen from my attempts to pull out of the restraints during my fuck session last night. I finally remembered to look up at my assailant; Rex stood there in his jeans, no shirt, looking pretty neutral -- not the sex-crazed animal who had buttfucked me savagely all night long. "Here," said, offering me a tumbler of water. "I'm sure you can use some liquids by now. We had quite a workout last night." I drank quickly, all of the water in one attempt. I was fucking thirsty, hungry, sore, and pissed-off. Mostly, though, I was still scared. I quietly wondered if this guy would kill me or something. How far was he gonna go to get his sick jollies, and what would he do with me when he was finished? He took the glass back from me and set it aside, looking at me as I sat there on the fucktable, rubbing my poor hurting parts. My dick was as red and distended as I've ever seen it. It had been sucked to the point of bursting last night and I hoped it wasn't permanently damaged. I surveyed my body in silence, noting some redness here and there, but overall, I was intact. I had no idea a human body could take that kind of punishment and still be functional. "Yeah, I'm sure you've got an achy-breaky ass today, Sparky. Getting fucked hard'll do that to a guy. You'll live. Let's go upstairs and get you cleaned-up and fed. We need to have a discussion." He gestured to the door; I climbed down from the chair, and walked ahead of him down the hall and up the stairs. Somehow just being free of the basement where I had experienced all the chair torture made me feel much better about things. As we walked, I looked down at my cock. The thick stainless steel cockring was firmly locked around my dick and balls, and I could see that it had a tiny built-in battery pack that my nuts rested against. A thick cord ran from the pack between my legs. I knew from what Rex had already told me that it went up my ass to an electrode situated there. I wondered how hard it would be to get that thing off my dick without having the key. It looked to be on tight, pushing my big dick and balls out ahead of me, almost like I had a semi. I resolved to try to get it off as soon as I had the chance. Rex told me to head for the shower of the guestroom where I was staying. I did, and soon I was under the warm spray of the water. I tried to close the shower door but he told me to leave it open where he could keep an eye on what I was doing. "I don't need you trying any stupid crap while you think I can't see you," he said. I soaped my sore body and wished I could also wash away the events of the past two days. Things had gone from bad to ridiculously bad. It seemed unlikely I could make an escape with this big dude keeping a constant vigil over me, and of course he had his remote control cock- shocker. I already knew it could put me down instantly from experience. Rex leaned in the shower and took the soap from me as I washed. He told me to turn around and he proceeded to lather my ass crack thoroughly, using just his hand. He handed me back the soap and continued then exploring my ass with a soapy hand. I felt him use a couple of fingers to enter me and I yelped. "Relax man. I'm not out to have any fun with your little butt right at the moment, I'm just checking to be sure you're OK and that my gadget is where it's supposed to be up there," he said, probing me completely. He withdrew his fingers, turned me around by the shoulders and rinsed off the soap from his hand while rubbing my buns and rinsing them too. It was a curiously warm gesture, coming from the fucker who had raped and tortured me throughout the night. I stood in silence and endured his attentions. After I finished the shower and dried off, I went to the bedroom and started looking for some clothes. "Nope. I like you just fine the way you are, baby." Rex intoned, taking me by the shoulder and leading me out of the bedroom. "It's not cold in here, and I like watching your pretty blonde cock swing around as you walk..." He giggled, and I sighed. What a fucking bastard this guy was. --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- - -- In the kitchen, I ate some cereal, toast, and a big glass of OJ. I was starving from last night's session with Rex. I guess getting fucked uses up a lot of energy.... Rex had apparently already eaten, and sat at a fancy-looking laptop reading while I ate. He had plugged it into one of the many cablemodem outlets which were built-in all around the house, and I assumed he was probably catching up on the news. I often used my own laptop here to do the same; since it was so easy to hook-in to the net with all the LAN ports Troy had located everywhere. "I want you to see something," he said after we had sat in an uncomfortable silence for quite a while. He turned the screen to his laptop around where I could see it and there were pictures of me. Pictures from last night. Obviously he had made screen-captures from the video logs downstairs and now wanted to show me his work. The captures he had chosen were graphic, showing my face stretched around his fat cock, showing me with my head thrown back in pain while he fucked me from behind, showing me licking and tonguing his ass. I started to feel nauseous and stopped eating. "These pics are stage two of my insurance policy that you will continue cooperating with me here, Eric. I have loaded these, and about 200 megs of mpeg data onto a server. The footage shows you having fun in all kinds of ways downstairs both with me and with the chair." "Yeah," I stammered. "That's just fuckin' great. Are you gonna open up a website for rapists now, asshole?" He laughed at me. "Nothing so public. Not yet anyway. What I have arranged is more personal. I went in your room this morning and used your laptop. Hope ya don't mind," he winked. "While I was looking through your shitty software, I found your address book." He punched-up something on his own laptop and turned it where I could see. "Here, kid, are the names of all your little friends from school, some of your teachers, relatives and even your parents, correct?" I looked. "Yeah..." I admitted. What the fuck was he up to now? "What I have arranged, in order to keep you quiet about what we do here, is for all those pictures, and the video of course, to be sent automatically to each of these people in the event that I don't check into the server and enter a password each day. Understand?" I did. He had me by the nuts again this time for sure. There was no fucking way I wanted any of that shit to be seen by all the people who knew me. I was screwed again, in more ways than one. I felt myself start to cry. I'm not a crybaby, but I was at the end of my rope here. "What the fuck is it that you are trying to get out of me!?!?" I yelled through the tears. "How much more do you think I can do!??! I've already sucked you and had your dick inside me fifty different ways! Just forget about this now and let me out of here. I won't say a fucking word. I just want out of this place, now!!!" He sat back and looked at me calmly. I cried more and looked at the images on his laptop of my torture. This whole thing was fucked-up beyond belief from the beginning and got worse and worse with each passing minute. I couldn't think of one goddamn thing to do to make it be over. "Listen kid, I know you're pissed. I totally understand. But you are going to have to live with the idea that I'm in control of you now. Period. Unless you want those pictures scattered all over the Internet, you will do exactly as I say. I can't watch you every second of the day and night. This way, you have incentive to obey me. You can either sit back and enjoy the ride or fight it out every step of the way, either is fine by me. If you succeed in hurting or even killing me with something when I'm not looking, the pictures go out. If you leave here without my permission, the pictures go out. Anything you do to cause problems will make me send them. That's just the way it's gonna be. Think carefully before you make your next move." And with that, he got up and left the room, leaving me sitting there feeling sick, lost, and utterly alone. I finished eating and sat there for a while. If there was some way out of this shit, it wasn't coming to mind. All I had wanted was a simple fuckin' summer job, and now I was at the mercy of this prick. What did he want? Hell, he'd already fucked me and used me like a sextoy, what more could he think I had to give? I roamed around the house, still naked, wondering where he had disappeared. I found him sitting in the TV room talking on a cell phone. He looked up: "Here kid, someone wants to speak with you..." I approached warily. What now??? He handed me the phone. "Hello Eric!" said Troy's voice from the other end. "How's it goin'?" "Uh...fine," I said quietly. "Things are fine." "Great. I knew you were a good choice to keep an eye on the place this summer.... Listen, I am in Kuala Lampur now. I will be here till the end of this week, and then I have to go straight on to Hong Kong for another week. Are you cool with staying to watch over the house that long?" I thought quickly. Shit! Two more weeks trapped here now? Meanwhile, Rex had gotten up from where he was sitting and was standing behind me. I could feel his hot breath against the back of my neck. "Uh, yeah Troy. I suppose that'll be alright," I stammered, feeling Rex reach down and grasp my ass. He started running his hands over my buns now, making it difficult for me to concentrate on the phone for sure. "Ok, Eric," said Troy from the cell phone, "Rex says you've been helping him with the testing and stuff down in the lab. That's perfect! I am gonna direct deposit an extra five grand in your account as a bonus for the extra time and effort it's taking for you to stay at the house all this time, and for the time you're spending helping Rex. Just let him know if you need anything for the house. I'll be out of touch most of the time I'm gone, but he can provide money for anything that needs to be taken care of. Ok?" "Yeah, yeah," I stuttered, as Rex got on his knees behind me, now kissing me on the ass cheeks and reaching in front to fondle my dick and balls.... The phone clicked as Troy disconnected. I stood there frozen until Rex's hands turned me around and the I felt his hot mouth on my unit. He kissed it and took in the head, making me moan involuntarily. I spread my legs a little to get my balance, and I felt Rex take my soft dick all the way in his mouth now, using his tongue in a swirling motion around the head. I thought about pulling him off, but what good what that do? He'd just force me somehow or use his electro-shock on my dick. The cockring caused me to get hard fast as Rex used his mouth on me. This was the first time I had actually been standing and in a normal setting when forced to participate in gay sex, and I looked down to see what Rex was doing. He was gently sucking me, not being rough or mean this time. It felt the same; maybe even better that when a chick was blowing me. Rex seemed to know how to get my whole cock inside his throat and mouth, and that was something most girls wouldn't even attempt on my long 9 inches. The blowjob went on for a few minutes. Long enough to get me very hard and turned on. I felt ashamed once again that I could enjoy having a guy suck my dick this way. I think he knew how much it bothered me. I think that's why he did it. I gasped and tried to keep from moaning as he worked on my cock. I didn't want him to know that it felt good. I couldn't control the fact that he could make me hard, but I didn't have to let him know I liked it. He established a steady rhythm on me now and bobbed up and down on all 9 inches. He didn't seem to have any trouble at all engulfing it fully, and soon I felt the unmistakable sensation of my balls pulling up as my dick prepared to shoot. "Fuck it!" I thought, and pulled Rex's head down on my big pole as much as I could. He didn't resist and soon I felt my vision blurring as my cock swelled in Rex's throat and shot hard. He grabbed my butt and pulled me in as I continued to spooge his throat, making it that much more intense. After it was over, Rex stood up and grabbed me by the hair, pulling my mouth against his own. I tried to pull back, but it was pointless, he was too much stronger. I felt his tongue enter my mouth and soon he was injecting me with the load I just shot off in his mouth. He had my face fully against his own, and even though I tried, I couldn't help it: I ended up swallowing the wad that I had shot into Rex's mouth. He continued to tongue and kiss me as I stood there, feeling sick again from what he had made me do this time. I expected him to have some other shit in mind now, like making me blow him or something, but he released my head and just looked at me, still standing with his hard, muscular body pressed against my own nude form. "God baby. I love watching you come," was his only comment. "Now," said, walking out of the room, "I have to leave for a while, and I'm sure you have stuff around here to do for Troy.... See ya later." "Hey!" I yelled after him. "What about this thing you've got locked onto my dick? How's about unlocking it now. I can't even take a shit until this thing is outta my ass." He paused and turned around. "Nope, I'm not taking it off. And I would suggest you not try either, as you WON'T like what happens.... As for taking a shit, just pull out the cord that's up your butt when you need to go, do you business, and reinsert it. If you leave the electrode out and I hit you with current, you'll get arc burns on your precious balls, so I suggest you follow my instructions and put the ground wire back up your ass where it needs to be." He left. Minutes later, from the front room, I saw his Jag pull down the driveway and I was alone in the house again. I ran though my options. He had the pictures of me, complete with moving video of my sucking him and riding his cock. I had no idea how to disable whatever he had done to make it get sent to everyone if I stopped cooperating, as I'm no computer genius. He had an electronic leash hooked up to my dong that could put me on the floor in pain in a second even if I chose to try and get physical with him, and frankly, I didn't think there was any chance I could take him without a weapon. He was big, and rock hard muscular. You could tell he had spent at least a decade pumping at the gym with weights; my swimmer's build would not compete with this guy's bulk and power, he had already shown me that when he roughly made me suck him and ride his tool. Jesus, the guy had fucked me like a jackhammer for HOURS last night. I was outmatched. Therefore, I decided, I would have to play along for now. There just wasn't a way out of this without making things even worse. This guy was determined to have me for his fucktoy, and for now there was nothing I was gonna do to stop him. --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- - -- I spent the day tending the grounds and doing my usual household duties. I was actually happy to have something to take my mind off the Rex nightmare and my aching asshole. I still couldn't believe he had fucked me like that with the machine in me too. I wouldn't have even thought it possible to get fucked that way. The guy was a genius when it came to inventive ways to screw someone and make them have maximum pain, I thought. I took a swim in the backyard pool for exercise after I had finished my work. The cockring Rex had locked on me made the front of my black Speedos stand out like I had stuffed a sock in my crotch, and I was glad nobody could see. I was still doing laps in the pool when I happened to catch movement from the corner of my eye and I looked up to see Rex standing at the edge of the pool. "Hey..." he said, looking down at me. "You must have been on the swim team in school, I am impressed." I tread water and looked up, "Yeah. Swim team since Middle School," I replied. Not having anything else to offer, and not feeling like making chitchat with the asshole, I got out of the pool and started toweling off. I could feel his eyes on me. Soon though, he turned and went back in the house. I went inside, wearing just my swimsuit and the towel, thinking about maybe snagging a beer. Rex was in the kitchen when I got there, putting away some groceries he had apparently just purchased. "I bought some food and stuff for us," he intoned. "I am gonna hang out here with ya and work downstairs while Troy is gone. I assume you're OK with that," he said mockingly. "Yeah, whatever," was all I could get out. He finished what he was doing and handed me a beer, also taking one for himself. I opened it and saw him checking me out again. I guess he liked looking at the bulge in the Speedos, cuz his eyes kept going there and he didn't bother to hide the fact.... He took me by the hand, like I was his boyfriend or something, and led me into the TV room where he plopped on the couch and pulled me down into his lap. Now I was sitting on him, and he nuzzled my neck briefly and kissed me on the mouth. I went with it, not really reciprocating, but not fighting back. I had already tried that and gotten nowhere. He turned on the TV with the remote and I sat there, in this guy's lap like a little kid while he watched the news. Periodically he would reach up and stroke my long hair. He had a thing for my hair, that part was obvious. I looked at him as best I could from where I was positioned: he had what they call a "granite" jaw, black crew cut, steely gray eyes, and a rock-hard 6-foot 2-inch body. He pretty much looked like a Marine recruiting poster. I found it hard to believe that a guy like this was gay, much less an aggressive gay dominator, and was currently forcing me to be his boytoy. I was uncomfortable sitting there on him. Not physically, but the intimacy was much more that what I wanted with any guy, especially one who might force me down to his fuckchair at any time for another torture session. He lay back, and I took the opportunity to move from off his lap. He pulled off his shirt, and kicked off his shoes. The next thing I knew, he had pulled me back down on him with my head now resting on the crotch of his 501's. He didn't start making me do anything like I was expecting, but continued to randomly pet my head and hair as he lay watching TV. I could smell the masculine scent of his body now that my head was against his jeans. I wondered if he expected me to just voluntarily start blowing him now or something. I decided not to do it. If I had to suck dick, it wasn't going to be me who initiated it. Let him force me if he wanted, I wasn't gonna be a willing part of this, no matter what he did to me. He didn't make any sexual moves though. I could feel the outline of his dick against my face through the thin jeans as I lay there, and the nearness of it was unnerving-I think he knew that and was using the fact to intimidate me. I could sense how much he liked keeping me on edge. The whole thing was a big game to him obviously. I wondered how many other guys had been subjected to something similar. After we had lain there watching TV for a while, Rex asked if I was ready to have dinner yet. I told him I was hungry. He decided to order pizza and wanted to know if they delivered out here. "I dunno," I said, "I don't really live here ya know, just visiting." He got up and left the room. I stayed on the sofa. He returned shortly and said he had found a number for delivery on the speed dial and that they were on the way.... He hoped I could handle Canadian Bacon, cuz that's what I was getting. It was fine by me. I was still trying to get used to this 'cozy' behavior from the guy who was so vicious to me the night before. Somehow I couldn't add up eating pizza and beer with a guy who had raped me-but here we were, waiting on pizza. He climbed on the sofa next to me again and this time he put his head in my lap. Since I was wearing only my Speedos from the swim earlier, this placed the weight of his head right on my dick and balls of course. It was difficult to ignore, and against my will, I felt my unit getting thicker as he lay there. He seemed not to notice. The pizza took about 45 minutes to arrive. I was surprised to learn that there was even delivery available this far from town. When the bell rang, Rex asked me to get the door while he went to grab his wallet. I looked down at my Speedos and said "Uh, I'm really not dressed for company, do ya spoze you could do it instead?" He looked at the thick bulge that had arisen in my shorts while his head was in my lap and laughed. "Yeah, I guess I'll do it. Go get my wallet for me then, it's in the top drawer of the second bedroom-the one right after yours." I went to get his money, but when I came back to the living room, he was standing there with the pizza guy in the house. I was already seen, so there was no point in backing out of the room now. In I went, bulging Speedos and all, while Rex looked on in barely concealed amusement. The kid who had brought the pie looked to be about 17 or 18, and I could see his eyes on my dick as I handed Rex the wallet. I didn't know what the fuck to do from there, so I just acted nonchalant and lay back down on the sofa where I continued to watch the tube. Rex, meanwhile insisted on making chat with the kid, and soon they were talking it up. I was embarrassed about being mostly naked and obviously hard in front of this guy so I didn't really join in the conversation. "God, this place is nice," said the kid, looking around at the house. "I have delivered here before, but I never came inside." "Well we're just watching the place while the owner's away," Rex said to the boy. We don't live here." "Oh. It sure is cool. I wish I were house-sitting here, I'd never leave!" he replied. Yeah, I thought dismally. That may be truer than you know.... "Hey!" Rex was saying as he came over to sit on the couch by where I lay, "what time do you get off work tonight? Feel like coming back for a couple beers and a little smoke maybe?" Rex looked up at the kid, waiting for a response and made a show of putting his hand on my thigh, stroking it for the kid to see. "Uh," the young guy said, turning red as he searched for words, "I dunno. I don't get off work till 9 and all...." Clearly he was looking for an out, not sure what he was being asked. "Well," Rex said, "tell ya what. If you feel like coming back by here to party a little when you get off work, do it. It's your choice, of course..." He got up, handed the kid a hundred, and told him to keep the change. "Go ahead and let yourself out, me and blondie here are just gonna drink some beers and eat some pizza. See ya later, if you feel like it." "Yeah," the kid said, looking bashful, "see ya..." After the pizza boy had split, I sat up and went out to the kitchen for another beer. Rex asked me to snag him one while I was at it. I wondered what the fuck he was up to now, inviting a kid from the pizza delivery back here later.... Jesus. Hopefully the guy would take his hundred and run, not bothering to come back for more. Rex and I ate pizza and beer. I thought about asking him why he had asked the pizza dude to come back, but thought better of it. If I showed any interest, he'd just use it against me somehow. Pizza finished, Rex leaned back on the couch and rubbed his flat belly. "That was good. You get full?" he asked. "Yeah. I'm good." "Cool. Now I have a little project that need doing in the bathroom. Come with me, please," he said heading that direction. And I did. He stripped off his clothes inside and told me to peel off the swimsuit. After I did, I looked at him and noticed he was now wearing a chrome cockring. I was sure it hadn't been there last night. I would have noticed it when he was shoving his huge prick down my throat, I'm certain. He noted the direction of my eyes and said, "yeah, I usually wear this when I know I'm gonna be fucking. I didn't have it on last night cuz I didn't know your little ass was waiting on me here." "Uh huh," I said, not bothering to hide my lack of enthusiasm. He found that funny and giggled. "First things, first. Let's get rid of this for a while. He reached in the pocket of his jeans that he had tossed on the floor and took out the remote for my cockshocker. I looked down at it, hoping he wasn't getting ready to zap me for no fucking reason. I don't know what he did to the remote, but the cockring "clicked" and he reached over, did something, and it came right off. "Relax your butt, baby," he said, and proceeded to pull the cord until the little marble-sized electrode thing popped out of my ass. He set the contraption aside. I considered doing something to it while it was off of my dick, but didn't want to make the situation worse. I left it alone. "Ok," he said, producing a pair of cordless shears now from an overnight bag. "We are gonna do a little pruning on your bush, kiddo. I like my guys smooth, and mostly you are, but the happy trail and the butt fuzz have got to go." I winced. Fuck. I didn't want to be shaved. I wasn't even hairy to begin with. Goddamn him. "Step into the shower," he said. "We'll do his in there so the hair doesn't go all over the place. I don't want the houseboy to have to clean up after us." He laughed a little at his own joke. I didn't. I stepped in the shower though. Soon, he went to work under my arms with the little cordless shears. In about 15 seconds, the light blonde hair on my pits, what little there had been, was gone. Next, he buzzed the thing repeatedly over my stomach, removing the little line of hair that lead from my navel down to my pubes. "Turn around," he instructed, and he continued by running the shaver over my ass cheeks. He pushed me over, and had me spread my butt while he got inside my crack. As I stood up, I felt behind me and noted that I now had the ass of a ten-year-old boy instead of a 22 year-old dude. He looked down at my dick and used the trimmer to reduce the pubes there to just a trace. Then he put the shears away and got out a disposable plastic razor and some shaving cream. He turned on the shower now and had me get wet under the warm spray, rinsing off the fuzz he just removed from my body. Using the razor now, he carefully stretched my sack out, applied some shaving cream, and very gently removed any trace of hair from my balls and dick. There wasn't much there to start with, but when I had rinsed off the shaving cream, I looked down and saw my body as it had been when I was about 13-pre-puberty. I ran my hands over the newly exposed skin while I was under the water and it was strangely a turn-on to feel that smooth skin where there had been fuzz only minutes before. Rex seemed to be finished with his "work" and joined me now in the shower. He took the soap, while I stood there and proceeded to wash me down. Then, using just his hands, and no washcloth, he worked the lather, massaging me slowly. His hands rubbed over my cock and balls, and my freshly shaved buns, making me aroused again. He pushed his body against mine now and backed me up against the wall of the shower while he reached behind be and ran his hand inside my asscrack. I could feel him gently insert a couple of fingers, but it wasn't rough like last night. He continued lightly fucking my hole like this for a time, and then pulled away, handing me the soap. "Your turn to do me now," he said, and looked at me. I had no experience giving another dude a shower, that much was certain, and I felt clumsy as I took the soap and started to lather him down. I noted how little body hair he had. "Do you shave your chest and stuff too?" I asked, genuinely curious this time. "Not too much," he said, "I'm not real hairy, just like you. I just like to keep it trimmed around my dick mostly. That way my cock is more visible. You can see that, right?" I blushed because he had caught me staring at his dick. He took my hands and guided them to it now, helping me lather it fully. It was heavy and solid in my hands, though not hard at all. "Mmmmmmm, that's feels fuckin' good," he growled as I soaped his cock and balls. "Keep it goin' man. I like your hands there..." I did what he said, realizing once again how good he was at finding ways to make me pleasure him. I tried to resist, but every time I wasn't paying attention, he had me doing some new thing to get him off. The worst part, I realized, was how quickly I was getting accustomed to the experience of touching a man, having this guy's dick in my hands, having his body next to mine like this, naked. I looked down and saw that I had a hardon again and felt pissed at myself for continuing to let myself get worked up by a guy. This was so fucking twisted. I stopped lathering his unit and did his chest, abs, and then legs. I turned him around, just like he had me, and soaped up his back and then his ass. I couldn't bring myself to put my hand in-between his buns, but he reached around and pushed it there anyway, realizing my reluctance. So I held his asscheeks open with one hand and slowly rubbed the soap into his butt crack with the other. He seemed to be getting off on this treatment as I could tell his breathing had quickened and gotten heavy while I was lathering him. I didn't put my fingers up his ass the way he had done me. I wasn't interested in finger-fucking him and wouldn't do it unless he made me. When he'd had enough, he turned around and I saw immediately that his big dick was now rock hard. I wished that I could ignore it, but I knew he planned to do something about his condition with me now. He was getting ready to use me to get off again. I hoped it would at least be something non-painful this time. I continued running my soapy hands over his body and he pulled me against him, grinding his body against mine as the shower soaked us with hot water. Soon he had me backed up against the wall again and was pressing his cock against my own, humping my dick. He kissed me deep and long, working his tongue around in my mouth and going down to bite and play with my nipples. I tried to will myself to not be excited by this. I tried to not let it turn me on. But it did. My cock was like steel against his and I knew he could feel its length sliding against his own hard dick as he thrust against me. That action went on for some time. Damn he kissed good. I'd never had anyone kiss me like he did. It made me feel weak inside, and I hated the fact that he could do this to me so easily. I hated that he was doing it at all. "Go down on me, man..." he said huskily, and I felt him push against my shoulders. Getting on my knees before him, I looked at his fat cock. It wasn't that much longer than my own, as I'm hung fuckin' big, but his was so much thicker. That's what made it look so huge. The thing must have been as big around as my wrist. He took his pole in hand and pushed it against my mouth. I let it slide in as best I could and felt it stretching my mouth, then my throat as he moved it in to the base. Soon, his pubes were pressed up against my nose and the thick meat was deep inside my face again. He didn't start face-fucking me like I expected though, he just kept it there. I couldn't breath with 9-plus inches of dick shoved down my gullet, so I started to worry, then panic a little as I tried to pull back and felt his hands on the back of my head, keeping his dick fully penetrating my windpipe. I pushed against him and he kept me there, face impaled on his cock until I thought I would pass-out from lack of air. Finally he pulled out enough for me to breathe again, but almost immediately re- inserted his fucktool so that once again I couldn't get any air. This new game continued for a long time. He held me down tight on his prick right till the point where I was starting to black out and would then let me get a quick gasp of air before he shoved back in all the way. He had me by my hair tight, and I had no way of fighting him off, so I was forced to endure the breathing restriction until at last he allowed me to start sucking him 'normally' again. By then I was happy to suck his dick. All I wanted was to breathe unimpeded, and if blowing him would make that happen, I would suck my very best. I worked on his cock with enthusiasm by this point, hoping he wouldn't start doing the breath restriction again. That had been scary, and I knew he got off on scaring me with sex games. His fat tool was making my mouth, throat and jaw hurt really bad from all the stretching. He finally pulled me off of him and helped me to my feet again there in the shower. "God man. I love seeing my big meat in your face," he said pulling me against him and biting my neck hard several times "You are so fuckin' hot, baby. So sweet. You were made for me to fuck." He bit and tongued me all over now, eventually getting on his knees and roughly turning me around to where I was prone against the wall. Then he buried his face in my ass and I felt the hot probe of his tongue inside my hole. He didn't bother going slow with his action, he started tongue-fucking me hard right off and soon I was yelling and whimpering while I pounded my fist against the wall from the intensity of the sensation. It felt better than anything. Just when I thought I would go crazy from his tongue, he stood up and I felt his hand go between my buns to the place where his tongue had just been working me. He lathered his hand and was using the soap to lube me. I knew what to expect now, and tried to prepare myself for his huge cock to start invading my ass again. At least this time I wasn't in the fuckchair where I would have to get it from two dicks at once. He got my hole sufficiently slippery and I felt the big head of his meat start to push in. I tried to relax as best I could. I was learning how to get fucked up the ass whether I wanted to or not. He pushed insistently, giving me no breaks, and I felt the familiar fullness as the hot tool spread me open and penetrated me completely. I gasped and hissed as it hit home, deep inside my gut. I still found it incredible that I could take a dick that big all the way up my ass. He grunted and started to fuck. His motions were rough and fast as usual but despite the pain; I could feel the action of his cock against my insides giving me pleasure. I realized with horror that I was actually starting to enjoy getting my butt fucked by this dude's big dick. I looked down and saw my own tool, hard and ready for action. I put my hand on it and began to pump in time with the fuck-motion of Rex's thrusts. He screwed me hard and heavy. After a long, long time, he pulled out. I wondered what he was doing, but he shoved me roughly to the floor of the shower and proceeded to jack-off his big prick right in my face. I heard him groan really loud and my face was repeatedly blasted by shot after shot of hot come. I closed my eyes and waited for it to be over. He rammed his dick in my mouth and made me suck the last of the come out of his dick, then withdrew, and I looked up from the floor to see him stepping out of the shower. I lay there unfulfilled and decided to finish myself off. I started stroking my cock rapidly and Rex leaned in the yanked my hand away, surprising the hell out of me. Usually he was trying to force me to come; now he would let me get off. "Nuh uh, baby. Save that load for a little later. We've got all night," was all he said, and he grabbed a towel and started to dry himself. --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- - -- When we got done in the bathroom Rex took me by the hand and lead me, still naked, through the house and downstairs, my least favorite part of the house. He had snagged my electro-cockring from off the counter in the bathroom, but surprisingly, hadn't locked it back on me yet. He still had it in his hand when we got to the basement lab, and put it on a worktable when we walked in. "Ok Eric. Hop up on the chair and let's get you ready for tonight's "test" session," he announced. I did so reluctantly, wishing I could think of a reason to refuse that he would buy. When he and I were making-out in the shower, I had decided that maybe he would be 'nicer' to me now during his sexual attacks. Apparently, the shower had just been a warm-up activity for him. I lay down on the chair and Rex came over to me. I could feel myself shaking a little, and he noticed it also. He proceeded to position my arms over my head and my ankles in the place designed for them and told me to "lay still." I did, closing my eyes and trying to will myself to be calm for whatever lay ahead. Letting myself have a panic attack wasn't gonna make this shit any easier, I had already learned that. Rex did some things at the control keyboard, and soon I heard the motors and servos of the chair come to life. Gradually it grew warm beneath me, as usual, and a pleasant vibration, massage action commenced. I was just getting into the sensation of it when I heard a click and felt the steel restraints lock into place around me; now my wrists, ankles, forehead and neck were a part of the table too until Rex made it release me. Resolving to stay calm this time, I took several deep breaths and tried my best to just enjoy the action of the chair and ignore the fact that I was its prisoner. Meanwhile, I could hear Rex working on something over at the worktable where he had place my cockring as we entered the lab. I couldn't see him, thought about asking, but decided he would let me know soon enough what the deal was now. Without missing a beat, he came and stood over me, holding the cockring. "I just wanted to see how this little baby was holding up," he said, showing it to me. "I haven't used it for long durations before and I wanted to be sure it was still in good shape in case I wanna shock your little ass real good." "I decided to move on to the second phase of testing this on you," he continued, "I am changing the little jellybean-sized electrode that goes up your butt with this new attachment. It has different features." He held up an egg-shaped and sized chrome addition to the cockring, now connected at the end of the cord that ran up my ass when it was in- place. "I think this'll make things interesting for all of us..." he finished. He did something after he moved out of my view, because the table now spread my legs apart widely, giving him access to my ass. In a second I felt the cockring being locked back on around my dick and balls tightly. It had been nice having that thing off a while, but now it was back. Then, I felt fingers at my ass as he pushed the chrome egg up inside. I felt the cord yank against my cockring when he had shoved it in to the max. "You shouldn't be able to feel that too much during normal activities unless I make it do stuff with the remote," he was saying, "but it'll be noticeable against your prostate when you're getting fucked, and will probably make it even better." Gee. Getting fucked up the ass was gonna be "even better????" "I am hoping you'll actually like the new addition to your dick jewelry, cuz I'm planning on leaving it there on a permanent basis...." he said, and leaned over me to kiss me full on the mouth. "I have some stuff to do upstairs, but I don't want you to be lonely, so I'll provide some entertainment for ya." He did something and the lights in the lab dimmed to the level I was accustomed to during my forced fuck sessions. I felt the headphones built into the chair lock in place over my ears, muffling any exterior sound almost completely; then the VR goggles moved into place over my eyes and I was blind as well as deaf. The warmth of the chair and the continuing massage and vibration were all I knew for a long while. I wondered if Rex had forgotten to start whatever he was planning, but as far as I could tell, I was now alone in the lab. I lay there in the darkness and eventually drifted off to sleep. --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- - -- I don't know how long I napped there, but I remember waking to the sounds of my own moans and gasps. Upon opening my eyes I could see the VR goggles were still on me and that they were playing a selection of the video record from my first session with the chair. As I watched and listened, I heard myself hiss, grunt, and occasionally yell cuss words as the image in the visor showed me getting my dick sucked off by the tube thing first night down here. It was strange and kinda hot actually to watch myself straining against the chair and bucking my hips as the sucktube worked on my dick that night. The chair itself, for now at least, was still vibrating and massaging my whole nude body gently, but there was nothing sexual going on. The scene in the visor changed now, and I saw myself lying there with the big dick of my machine rapist pressing against my lips. I got a replay of the time when it had hurt me into opening my mouth to yell and then shoved the fat fake cock down my throat.... On the headphones, I could hear the noises I had made struggling to suck that big dildo while the machine had face-fucked me. Once again I felt myself becoming aroused, even though the torture of that evening was still very fresh in my mind even without the video record. Another vignette: this time from the second session when Rex had straddled my face and forced me to suck him down while he humped my mouth like it was a chick's pussy. I could see his muscular ass flexing as it pushed his hard tool down my throat, and I could hear the strangled, gurgling moans I had made while I tried to suck him off. Still another scene: me face down, straddling the chair while Rex rammed my ass like a demon. I could see the contorted expression of pain on my face and the absolute, uncontrolled violent lust of Rex's assault on my ass. He growled and hissed and cussed in the headphone audio and under that sound I could hear my own whimpering counterpoint as he savagely fucked me. Over and over, the scenes changed, showing me images of my own debasement, graphically captured with stereo sound. I hated it, but I was turned on watching this and could feel my dick throbbing between my bound legs. I couldn't jack off though, being securely fastened into the chair, so I lay there and continued to watch myself get fucked, sucked, and abused. It became a kind of torture now, because I was rock hard and desperately needed to get my dick off. After a long time the images stopped, then the visor and headphones retracted from my face. I looked around as best I could, despite the head restraints, and could see Rex standing there, naked, in the dim light of the lab. He walked over to me and kissed me on the mouth, pushing his tongue in deep and fully exploring me. I returned it. I was hot from watching the vids of me getting used like that, I had to admit it. I knew my dick must be standing straight up, and by the time my tormentor, Rex, had shown up, I was willing to take his attentions, whether he was a dude or not. He got on top of me then and straddled my naked, immobilized body. Continuing to kiss me, I could feel him pushing his dick against my stomach, and I could feel my own cock situated against spread thighs and ass. He humped like that, kissing me hard, for a long time and I responded to it, not bothering to hide the fact that I liked it and wanted more. Rex had turned me into a fag. I wanted him to do these things now. I had to admit it. I felt shame and confusion, but it was overridden by the fire in my dick and I tried my best to pump it against his asscheeks for friction. He sat back then and I could feel him squeezing my hardon with his muscular ass. I wondered if he was gonna ride my cock finally-I had been secretly hoping that some time it would be my turn to do the fucking, and maybe this was it. He was certainly getting me hot with the way he was bucking against my dick between his legs.... He continued that for a while, and I finally heard myself start pleading, "Rex, man, let me have your ass now, dude. Please...please. I need to fuck." He leaned over me and kissed me more, continuing to torment my aching cock with the nearness and warmth of his ass. "You wanna screw me, baby?" he laughed. "Oh fuck yeah!!!" I said. "Please let me do it, man, please! I need you!" He grinned in my face and kissed me more, but stopped bucking against my hard prick. "What the fuck makes you think I take it up the ass, kiddo?" he mocked. "Do I look like some kinda little faggot to you?" "Oh c'mon, man. You win! Let me fuck you, I can't take this anymore, I need to get off...you can fuck me first or whatever, just do it!" was all I could say. I felt tears coming down my face as I realized I was saying these things out loud to him, and that now he knew I was liking the sex he forced upon me. I hated it, but couldn't stop myself anymore.... "What do you think, Todd?" Rex said, looking up behind himself. "Do you think we should help him out? He sounds like he needs it pretty bad...." Todd... TODD?!?!? Who the FUCK was Todd? >From the corner of my eye, I saw movement, and now more as the figure standing in the shadows who had gone unnoticed by me walked closer to where Rex and I lay. It was the pizza guy. I had totally forgotten about Rex inviting him back here earlier and now realized my mistake. He was stripped down to just a pair of boxer briefs now, and he was making no attempt to hide his interest in what he had been watching. He stroked and rubbed his dick through the thin material of his underwear and looked down at where Rex was sitting astraddle my pinned, sexually frenzied body. Todd was maybe 18, maybe, and looked like the typical suburban sk8ter punk. His dusty blonde hair was long on top, short on the sides, sk8ter- fashion; and he had several tats running down his chest and skinny arms. I could see his hardon pushing out from the front of his shorts as he stroked it through the fabric and I felt shamed and enraged that Rex had let me put on that show with someone else watching like this. Fucking typical of him-anything to keep me off-balance. "I don't know dude," Todd spoke up breathlessly, "but this is fuckin' hot, that's for sure...." Rex looked down on me and continued the slowly fuck his body against my own. I watched Todd watching us and felt myself glowing red in embarrassment. It was one thing to have finally admitted to myself, and Rex, that I liked what he was doing; but it was totally another to have some kid see me being turned into a queer while tied-up in a fuckchair. Rex reached over and pulled the kid closed to where we were. He seemed a little hesitant, but I could tell he was turned-on from watching this. His whole body was flushed and his breathing was fast, like he had been running. "I think it would be real sweet if you gave Eric here a blowjob now, Todd," Rex was saying. "Little Todd was telling me upstairs that he's never been with a guy before. Don't you think it'd be cool to help him learn?" I felt confused and angry now. I had nothing against the 'new kid' but I have to admit that what I really wanted at that moment was Rex. After two days of trying to ignore it, I wanted more of Rex and didn't know what the fuck to think about Todd. The kid reached down and touched my chest all of the sudden. Clearly, he was overcoming his shyness and wanted to do more. I felt his hand start to run over my body now as Rex sat up and looked down at me, spread there for everyone's enjoyment, it seemed. Todd got braver now and leaned in closed, where he touched my face, hair, and finally rubbed his thumb lightly over my lips. All the while, he continued to rub his bulge through the boxer-briefs. His thumb pressed into my mouth a little, and I didn't resist. He was looking at me so intensely now that I couldn't help but be affected by it-he wanted me bad, and was just now realizing it himself I think. I felt his thumb press against my tongue and closed my lips around it now; lightly sucking his digit further into my mouth and using my tongue on it like it was a little cock. I heard him moan and saw that he was deeply flushed now. He liked this a lot. "Hey Todd-boy," Rex said from where he sat on top of my groin, I think Eric's liking you, and I can see you're likin' him. What say you pull off the skivvies and join us up here on the chair, dude? I think there's plenty of room for what you want to happen now." Todd pulled his thumb from my mouth and quickly removed his shorts. His hard prick smacked against his stomach with an audible sound as the underwear came off. It stood straight up against his body, rather than out, and was maybe 7", cut, and not nearly so thick as either my own or Rex's big tools. He had practically no body hair, and, when I looked closer, I could see his dick was pierced with a metal crossbar of some kind through the head. It actually looked pretty cool. Without any hesitation, Todd was up on the table and basically on top of most of me, since I was pinned down with the restraints. He looked at Rex, and kissed him hard on the mouth. Then he turned his attention my way, and kissed me also. His lips were soft and warm against my own, different the Rex's rough treatment. I got brave and stuck my tongue out a little and he sucked it right in, trying to get more. Soon I was deep-kissing his mouth and he was doing his best to suck my tongue out of my face. "What shall we do with him now?" Rex said, watching us make-out. Todd stopped kissing me and looked confused. "I dunno. Eric sure makes me hot," Todd said. "You both do." Rex laughed a little. "Fine. I'll make the decisions. You guys will have to live with what I think up though. Remember that...." Rex now pulled Todd's head to his own and eventually Todd was facing away from me, astraddle my chest, while his kissed Rex over and over. I was immobile and could only lie there while I felt the guys' hard sweaty bodies move over my own as they explored each other. I felt Rex move down on my body some now, still straddling me and reached down and pulled out my dick from where he had been humping. I felt his hand slowly stroking my hard shaft and I moaned, "Oh god Rex. Please, man, I need something. Let me come. Let me get off...." He jacked my dick harder now and then I saw his hand go to Todd's head. He pushed Todd down on my big prick. I couldn't see the action from my angle, but I could feel the kid's sweet mouth start to work on my unit. It was warm and wet, and felt almost like a girl's mouth. I groaned and sighed as he sucked. He didn't engulf me roughly like Rex had been doing or anything, but instead gently licked on the head and sucked it in his little mouth as best he could. It felt sweet. "Move back on him man," Rex was saying to Todd. "Push your ass against his face." Todd did, and soon his skinny little butt was spread right over my mouth. His sack hung against my chin, and I could see his balls were hard and full of come already. I saw Rex push him back more now, and his ass made contact with my face. I knew I was supposed to start doing something to him and felt pissed off that now Rex was forcing me into having gay sex with yet another person. Shit, I had just kinda gotten used to the idea of doing it with Rex! "Do it man!" Rex ordered, looking down at me. "Fuck you, man! I'm sick of this shit! Let me up from here, now!" I yelled, realizing that Rex was less likely to harm me now that we had an audience. Rex laughed and pushed Todd down on my face harder, smashing the kid's ass against my mouth. "Stick out your tongue and do it, shithead, or I promise you'll be sorry." I did not. Rex looked at me and got off of the chair where he had been straddling my waist as Todd sucked me off. He went across the room out of my sight and I recognized the remote in his hand when he returned. He came and stood over me. Todd meanwhile, was still sucking slowly on my cock, apparently oblivious to what was happening. He probably thought it was part of the game. Rex did something and I suddenly felt a hot tingle from deep inside my butt. Like a vibration, but harder, it spread through my groin and ass and I couldn't help but cry out, wondering what was happening. "Yeah. That's the new addition to your dickring attachment, baby. Enjoy." He walked out of sight again. Whatever that egg-shaped thing was doing inside me it felt incredible. I involuntarily started bucking my hips in response, shoving my dick deeper inside Todd's sucking mouth. He leaned in and took as much of my length down his throat as he could, getting into it. I could see his 7- inch tool was rigid and throbbing against my chest, and he humped it against me as he sucked. I lay there moaning and whimpering as the electric waves moved through my ass and dick. The kid's throat was tight around my fat cock, and it was driving me crazy. I knew I'd blow in no time now. Rex returned, carrying a new item I hadn't previously seen. It was a 4- inch, dick-shaped piece of hard rubber on a small base that had various thick leather straps attached to it. I could guess what this was for. I started to yell, and as soon as my mouth opened, Rex shoved the rubber cock in deep. Quickly, he pulled the straps over the back of my head and tightened them, effectively silencing any further protests I might make in Todd's presence, and leaving me lying there with a thick rubber cock filling my mouth uncomfortably. It was really fat and I was forced to breathe through my nose now. I tried to yell, but there wasn't a sound with the hard dick pressing my tongue down like that.... "That's better. If you can't say something nice, just say nothing at all," he smirked, and stroked my face. The action of Todd on my dick in combo with the asstoy were pushing me closer to the edge, and I heard myself grunting around the cock in my mouth now, preparing to shoot my wad into that sweet throat that was working so hard to get me off. Rex seemed to realize this, and abruptly pulled Todd's head off me, leaving my aching cock abandoned and further heightening the sexual frenzy I was experiencing. I wailed around the dick-gag in my mouth, but it couldn't be heard. I struggled against the chair, but I couldn't move an inch. Torture. My dick was soooo ready to shoot and now it was all alone, standing straight up from my groin with nowhere to go. "Here kid. Eric needs a rest for a while. He's feeling cranky." Rex laughed, and helped Todd down from the chair. He gently pushed Todd down on to his knees then and soon the kid was kneeling in front of Rex with the huge dick making it's way down his throat. I heard him gag a couple of times, trying to adjust to the girth of this new invader. Rex pulled the kid's head close and began to slowly fuck his face. Todd sucked the big dick as best he could, but it was difficult to take a dick that size down the throat. I knew from very recent experience. Finally Rex pulled him off gently and helped him to his feet. They kissed deeply and I could see that Todd's prick was rock hard and his nuts were pulled up tight to his body. He needed to get-off bad. Rex did something with the remote, and I felt the chair reposition my legs into the widely spread "you're gonna get fucked" configuration. I swore at him around the gag, but made no sound at all. "C'mere Todd," he said leading the kid around between my spread legs. "Eric has something for you. I can see that it's time for you to give him what he likes...." Todd said nothing, and Rex grabbed some kind of lube from off a table and stood behind him as he lubed up the kid's stiff dick. Todd looked flushed and excited as he realized that he was gonna fuck me while I was strapped down here, helpless. Rex pushed Todd forward, and soon I could feel the head of his dick pushing it's way into me. It wasn't as huge and terrible as the big fuckers that had so recently drilled me, and went in much more smoothly. Rex pushed Todd down to where he was leaning over me now, and I looked into his young face. His eyes were bright and hot and he immediately started pumping his dick into my ass. I could see Rex behind him pushing him deeper and harder. He drilled me like the for longer that I thought he'd be able to hold off, but then I saw him tense up, and he yelled "Oh fuck!" and started blowing his load up my ass. He continued fucking me non-stop as he filled me with his sk8terpunk come. Rex was still behind him, pushing him onward. Todd collapsed against me and laid on top of my spread, bound, gagged body after he finished getting off. I could see Rex rubbing the kid's back. "Stay there," Rex said. "Right there." And he walked out of view. When he returned, he had some cord or rope of some kind. He petted Todd's hair as it lay against my chest, and then pulled the kid's arms up over his head right alongside my own. Todd looked up and started to say something, but Rex hushed him and continued his work. In seconds, Rex had Todd's arms and wrists tied to my own. He was now a prisoner as well, and his hard dick was still firmly lodged up my ass. Rex took the cord and I felt him securing Todd's legs to mine. Todd looked at me, suddenly concerned I think, but it was a little late to do much about it. "Now boy's, it's time for me to have some fun..." Rex grinned. He went to the keyboard control for the chair and I heard tapping. When he returned, he looked excited and ready for action. I knew something bad was coming. Rex positioned himself behind Todd again. I couldn't see him now, but soon the VR goggles moved into place over my eyes. Rex must have wanted me to observe close-up whatever he was getting ready to do, because the camera came in on an angle clearly showing Rex. He stood between the spread legs of Todd and myself and slowly stroked lube over his fat cock. He moved into position against Todd's ass, and I heard a deep grunt. "Oh Jesus...Fuck!" Todd was hissing. I could see Rex pushing the huge head of his dick slowly into the kid's little ass. Todd was tense and sweating on top of me now, being forced for the first time to take a giant dick. "Oh god!" he yelled. "Stop! Stop it!" Rex didn't stop. He pushed harder and I heard Todd moan and wail as the big prick stretched him fully and invaded his butt. Soon I could see on the visor that Rex had buried his dick all the way in and was resting inside Todd's ass, giving the kid a brief chance to relax before the serious fucking began. After a minute, Rex began to thrust. Todd screamed and thrashed against me, but it was no use. I could still feel his dick up my own ass and it was still hard. The action of Rex's thrusts began to push Todd's dick in and out of my butt and soon Rex was literally fucking us both, as we lay there strapped in the chair. Todd screamed and made tons of noise. I could tell he was NOT enjoying Rex's monster tool up his ass. Rex continued to fuck relentlessly. "Awwww yeah!" he yelled. "Take that big dick kid! Take it. You like that fat cock up your ass, boy, you just don't know it yet!" Todd groaned as Rex fucked him harder now. I could feel Todd's dick being thrust into my ass though, and knew he was hard. For my own part, I could do nothing but lay there bound in the chair while Rex raped the both of us. That action went on a few more minutes and something new happened. The camera angle moved to show me Todd's face, only inches from my own. Todd was staring at the big fucktool arm of the machine as it slowly maneuvered a dick against his lips. I recognized that dick; it had been down my own throat too. "Open your mouth and suck it," I heard Rex yell. Todd opened his mouth a little and the machine immediately stuffed it with the 9-inch throbbing fake dick. He gagged and struggled, but I could see the outline of the cock move down his throat. Soon it was all the way in him. The sounds he was making now were horrible. Rex continued to drill us both, the machine took over now and face-fucked poor Todd. In a minute or two the camera started moving again, this time pulling back to give me a complete view of the ongoing rape. Rex was sweating and pumping violently up Todd's skinny ass, Todd's dick was pushing up my own butt, and Todd's mouth was crammed with a thrusting cyber-dick as he gasped and grunted with the effort of trying to withstand it all. The cam angle moved in and showed me the close-up view of my ass getting hosed by Todd's dick now. Rex was slamming him so hard that I could feel every thrust. Indeed it felt as though Todd was actually fucking me again, but I could see he was not. I whined and winced abruptly when I saw what was coming into view now. I should have known it. The huge black fucktool of the machine was moving into place, slowly throbbing. It positioned against Todd's dick, and began to push insistently against my hole. Todd groaned. He couldn't see what was happening of course, not having the goggles, but I know he could surely feel that huge prick sliding against his as it tried to enter my butt alongside him. I bet he wondered what the hell was going on. The machine shoved harder and the lube of the jizz it oozed from its head did its trick. The fat head invaded my ass and I screamed around the rubber cock that was stuffing my mouth. It didn't pause or give me time to relax, but shoved the entire length in me deep, the size of it dwarfing Todd's tool that was drilling me also. The pain was awful. My ass was so sore from all the continuous ravaging that I thought I was go insane. The big dick started to thrust, and soon made synchronous movements to that of Rex as he fucked Todd's poor butt. I heard continuous strangled moans from Todd, so I knew that he was still getting face-fucked mightily by the big dildo down his throat. "Yeah, guys." I heard Rex growl. "You feel all that hard cock inside you? You feel it? That's me baby. That's my dick, fucking and raping you. Take it, man. Fucking take it all!!!" He thrust violently into Todd's ass for a couple more seconds and then I felt him shove hard and yell as he shot and filled up little Todd with his hot man seed. Rex roared like an animal as he came and came, roughly plowing his cock into Todd's ass. When he was finished, he pulled out of Todd. And shortly thereafter the goggles moved off my eyes. Todd was still leaning over me, but the fake dick that had fucked his face was withdrawn and out of view. The rapist fucking my own ass stopped and pulled out as well, leaving Todd's hard dick still inside me. Rex came around to the head of the chair where I could see him now. He was naked, sweating, and out-of-breath from the horrendous workout he had just perpetrated on us, his captive sex toys. Todd was breathing heavily and I could see he had been crying, but he said nothing. Rex leaned down and undid the straps that were holding the rubber dick gag in my own mouth and soon I could breathe freely again. "Fuck!" I yelled, catching my breath. "You didn't have to fuck him so mean like that, you fucking asshole!" Rex said nothing. He petted my hair briefly, mussed up Todd's hair then, and moved out of view. "You boys have a nice sleep," he said from the doorway of the lab. "I'll see you in the morning." He departed, leaving Todd and I bound together on the fuckchair, and Todd's cock still up my butt.... The light went out, and I felt Todd put his head down against my chest, resting his neck from his experience with getting face-fucked by the machine. I could definitely tell he was still hard because his dick was deep inside me. "Is he just gonna leave us here tied up all night?" Todd said, looking up at me. "I dunno." I replied trying to see his face more clearly despite the awkward angle. He shifted his body some then, and soon we were almost face-to-face. I knew he couldn't move his legs or arms. I was held motionless by the chair of course and couldn't move and inch. "God, man," he whispered. I didn't think he'd do it so rough and mean. Is it always like this?" "Fuck, kid. I don't know. It's a long fucking story... but I'm not exactly a willing participant here." He was looking down at me intensely. I could still feel the heat of his 7 inches up my ass and knew he was excited, despite whatever trauma Rex may have induced during that force-fuck. He kissed me lightly on the lips. I looked at his searching eyes a moment and returned the kiss. Soon, we were passionately making out and I could feel him start to fuck me again, his hard cock thrusting inside my asshole, filling me and jostling the vibrator thing that Rex had left running in my butt. I couldn't deny that it felt fucking great. He kissed me hard and continued to fuck, now that he was sure I didn't object. His face flushed and he grunted steadily as he worked. I could feel my own big dick pressing against his stomach as he humped me, and wished I were free to give it some attention. Through this whole ordeal tonight, everyone had been able to blow their load but me. Todd continued screwing my ass for quite a while. Eventually he kissed me hard, moaned into my mouth and I could feel his dick jump as it shot inside my ass. He pumped and groaned and filled me with his come and then laid his head against my neck when he was finished, his dick still inside. We fell asleep that way, each exhausted from the sexual marathon Rex had arranged for us that night and in need of rest.... Note from the author: I am blown-away by the number of emails I have gotten about this story; in one week over 150 from the readers at Nifty. This is my first attempt at writing pr0n and I didn't know what to expect. I simply don't have time to reply to them all or the story won't get written anymore, but please do keep them 'coming' (haha) as it gets me off to know so many people are out there on the net getting-off to my story. Some of you are even acting out parts of it from what I read. Be careful, fictional characters are easier to repair than real people.... --DarkSider darksider@subdimension.com

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Date: Tue, 2 Oct 2001 01:22:57 -0700 (PDT) From: Vince Usher Subject: My Straight Friend This is an entirely true story, and all characters are real. This story contains strong references and scenes of consensual sex between two adult males; it also contains elements of bondage and humiliation. If you are under 18, or it is illegal for you to read this sort of material then please go somewhere else. If you find scenes like these disturbing, then go pick some flowers or something. I should start by introducing myself. I am Vince, I am 21, and am about 5'11" tall, with a 34" waist, and weigh about 145-155lbs. I have brown eyes, black (dyed) hair, and am approx. 7 1/2" - 8" uncut. My cock is quite wide, and I have it pierced. I am into body piercing, and have both my nipples, my tongue and eyebrow pierced also. I have two tattoos, but they are unimportant. My friend (I'll call him Craig) is about 5'10"-5'11" tall, and is about the same build and size as me. He is dead boring, and doesn't have any piercing or tattoos. He is 19 years old, has blue eyes and dirty blonde short hair. He is only about 5 1/2" - 6" uncut, and is not very wide. He is also straight, and seeing a girl who I am a good friend of. His girlfriend has been home from Uni. (down in Manchester) so he has been up here alone. We went out for a few drinks with another friend of ours, Brian, but he left early to get his last bus home. Craig and I live near each other, so we were going to walk home. After Brian had gone, the conversation started to get weird, with Craig asking me all sorts of questions about being gay. He also said he had once thought about having sex with me, but knew I was seeing someone, and didn't dare ask me. I jokingly said that wouldn't stop me (it hasn't in the past), and we laughed a bit. Then they closed the pub, so we had to leave. We were walking along a cut (called The Old Railway Line) when we nearly fell over, being very drunk and collapsed onto the grass, laughing and carrying on. All of a sudden he leant over, and kissed me deeply. Our tongues playing with each other, mine pierced, rubbing the cool metal across his lovely strong muscle. We had to keep on stopping, as there were several people walking past us, and we decided to go somewhere quieter. However, his parents were home, and my boyfriend was asleep in my bed, so we went to the back alley behind his house. As we walked, I had a finger up his ass, gently rubbing against his prostate, When we got there, we couldn't keep our hands off each other. We dropped to the floor quickly, and started to pull each other's clothes off. Within minutes we were lying on a blanket of our clothes, our naked hot bodies rubbing against one another in the cool air of the outside world. We were kissing, our hard cocks rubbing together, and our hands roving across our naked flesh. We were kissing for so long, and I had barely touched his cock when he shot a hot stream of cum across my chest. His cock started to deflate slightly, but I kept on kissing him, and within seconds it was quickly hardening again. I moved down to his cock, and started sucking and licking it, the metal of my tongue stud rubbing the length of his shaft. He was moaning so loudly that I thought he would wake up the entire street. I let off, after about five seconds, as he couldn't take much more of the pleasure, and he quickly started to suck on my cock. It was obviously his first time, and I had to tell him how to manage to get all of my cock in his mouth. I also had to tell him not to use his teeth, as it really hurt. After a while of sucking me, I still hadn't came, and he was begging me to fuck his hot, tight virgin ass. I quickly searched for my wallet, and checked to see if I had a condom and some lube, but unfortunately I was all out! I decided to settle for reaming his tight hole out with my tongue. He obviously hadn't experienced this pleasure either, as he was practically squealing with the pleasure and expertise of my tongue's movements inside of him. He shot another load onto the floor, and this time lost his erection for the night. We kissed again deeply before getting ready, and went our separate ways. For the next two weeks we were sending each other erotic text messages. However, my dream of entering his virgin hole with my cock was to come true. My parents went away on holiday, and we decided to talk things over, as our friendship had started to go a bit weird after the text messages. He came round, and it was about two days after I got my cock pierced, so I was a little tender. We sat talking, and got things sorted. It seemed he had got freaked out about having done these sorts of things with a guy, especially me, and he thought I would resent him for it. Anyway, we went up to my room to get a video I had belonging to him, and he asked if I had any porn movies that he could have a quick look at. I popped a tape into the VCR, and the images of Bel Ami's Frisky Summer came onto the screen, and we couldn't keep our hands off each other. He didn't have much time, so I quickly sucked him off (it only took about a minute) and he shot his load into my waiting mouth, and then got dressed, and we parted company again. Then on the following Friday he was out clubbing with some friends from Uni. And he called me up, asking if he could come round for a little fun... By the time he'd arrived, I'd already decided to see how dedicated he was to me, and a plan of action was formed. As soon as he entered my house, I refused to let him touch me. I ordered him to go up to my bedroom, and I walked behind him, harshly pushing him up the stairs before me. As he entered my room, I quickly set to work. "Undress, NOW!" I ordered him, and he obediently complied, pulling his clothes off, and stepping out of his socks and shoes. I could tell he was getting aroused by what was happening, as his cock was already rock hard, and straining to be relieved. As soon as he was undressed, I slipped a pair of handcuffs (Courtesy of an ex boyfriend of mine, a policeman) onto his wrists, and pushed him over onto the bed. As he lay there, I tied his cuffed hands to the top of my bed, and then fastened his legs up to the head of the board too. His tight virgin ass was on display, and it seemed to plead to have something pushed into it. He reached forwards to kiss me, but I pushed him back down onto the bed, and stepped away from him, and grabbed my digital camera off the side of my computer. I started to take photos of him, and slapping him if he complained. Soon he learned to just let me get on with it. When I got bored of taking photos, I slipped a blindfold onto his eyes, and let his legs down for now. I started to move to different areas of his body, and apply different sensations to his body. First a slap; then a kiss; then a piece of ice; and then a pin. I kept on varying which item I used, in order to keep him from predicting which was next. He was squealing with delight when I decided to stop. I moved to his face, and kissed him deeply. Our tongues moved over one another's, our saliva mixing, and I occasionally bit his tongue or lip. I pulled away, and slapped his balls hard, and heard him wince with pain. "If you cry out again, it will be harder" I told him, and slapped his balls a bit harder. His face scrunched up, but he didn't make a sound. I tied his legs back up, and placed my tube of K Y jelly against his hole. After a large squirt of jelly went on, I grabbed my dildo off the floor, and forced it all quickly into his hole. He almost started to cry, when I backed off, and let his hole adjust to it. After fucking his hole slowly then quickly then slowly again with my dildo, I pulled it out with a wet squelch, and he looked distraught. Obviously he liked having something up his ass, and I quickly pushed first one, then two, then three fingers into his hole. After fucking his ass with three fingers, I pushed a fourth one up there, and stretched them as wide as I could get them. His hole was ready for my cock now, and I quickly put a condom on, and forced my cock hart into his ass, knowing that there would be very little lube left, and heard him make a sharp intake of breath. He still didn't cry out, so I let up for a second to let him adjust to having my hard, fat cock up his ass. I started to slowly rock back and forth, pushing in slightly, and then pulling back. After a while, when it felt easier to move my cock around, I started to fuck him rhythmically, in and out, in and out. With my cock still inside him, I reached up and pulled off his blindfold, and held out my tongue for him to kiss it. As he moved up to get it, I moved my head away slightly, making him stretch to get there. I broke our kiss, and grabbed his nipples, and squeezed them hard. Still fucking his virgin hole, I leant to his nipples, and started to alternately bite, suck and lick them. I felt his ass tighten up, and heard him grunt as he shot three wads of cum on his body. I pulled out of his ass with a plop, and pulled the condom off. Knowing I was close to coming myself, I wanted to fill his ass with cum, and make him walk home with it dripping from his ass. I apply a little more lube to my cock, and pushed my now bare cock into his ass, my lorum piercing rubbing against the outside of his hole, and turning him on so much. His cock instantly stood to attention. As I ploughed my cock hard and fast into his ass, he was moaning with ecstasy, and I felt my balls pull up tight to me. I kept on pumping my cock into him, and felt at least twelve squirts of cum shoot up his ass. His ass greedily took each squirt, which was harder than I had ever cum before. As I was shooting the last couple of squirts I felt his ass tighten around my cock, squeezing every drop from it, and he shot another three squirts of cum across himself, the first hitting his chin, the second hitting his nipples, and the third hitting his navel. I quickly bent and liked his cum from his navel, and then set to work on his nipples. After I got ever drop of his cum into my mouth, I kissed him passionately, and forced his cum into his mouth. He lapped it up like a good boy, and I pulled out of his hole. I quickly untied him, and loosened the handcuffs. I told him to dress quickly, and go home. He obeyed, and within three minutes we stood at my door, kissing each other good night. I may decide to have him back round to fuck him again, but I don't know. The End? Please email me with any comments you have. If you haven't already read my other stories, head over to athletics, and read swimming adventures. Thanks, Vince. Vinush@yahoo.com

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Date: Fri, 26 Apr 2002 02:29:36 +0000 From: "Red" Brown Subject: Jaguar It was 1960, it is little hard from the prospective of all that has taken place in the ensuing 42 years to imagine just how naive everyone was at that time. Not only about sex, but life in general. I had developed a smart and snappy line, which kind of gave the appearance that I knew more than was truly there. My sum total sex experience to this point was a few half dressed necking sessions with a girlfriend back in New York, and some mutual touching with another boy when I was 15. Now I am in California, 18 years old and dumb. Had a hard time adjusting to California as the drinking age was 21 rather than the 18 of New York. The group that I hung around with was painfully underage both in appearance and fact. Had no clue at this point of my sexual orientation. It was a week night a group of us were sitting at the Club our local hangout, chattering about inane things that only teenagers can take seriuosly. Trying to look sophisticated while sipping on coffee or sodas. Then we were joined by an older man, say 25 26 years old. Had seen him around generally with a good looking older woman, maybe 22 or so. He did the one thing that would endear him to all of us, and bought us beer. So we sat and we talked and we drank some beer and got a little silly. Until finally only he and I were left. Must point out that there was no sexual attraction in my mind to the man, just in aware that someone of his age and experience would sit and listen to us and me in particular. Then he offered me a ride back to my place. In retrospect this was kind of a clue, since it was just about a block and a half to my place. He drove a Jaguar Sedan, pretty impressive to 1960. We drove to the parking lot in front of my living area, and continued to talk. The conversation went on for about a half hour, and then there was that lull that sometimes happens between strangers when there was nothing to say. He quietly reached down and unzipped his trousers, untangled his penis from his shorts and pulled it out. Then, without a word, or a by your leave he gently put his hand on the back of my neck and pushed my face down into his crotch. To this day I do not know what he saw in me that made him know he could do that, but he did. I took his cock in my mouth like a hungry baby to his mother tit, and begin to suck as if it was the most natural thing in the world. I remembering thinking will have to brush my teeth very well when this is over. There I am in the front seat of Jaquar with a cock in my mouth sucking like crazy. The only disappointment was that he did not come in my mouth. He pulled out and pushed me in to the back seat face down. The then lower my trousers and commenced to make love to me anally. Now am face down on the back seat with a cock in my ass being fucked, it was an odd mixture of sensations. He continued until he finally came, we zipped up and left each other. Only saw him once briefly after that. Was and am deeply in the closet. Did not know how to handle the whole affair. It was not until a couple of years later that I learned that there were many more like me. As to the older fellow, he was caught by the police a couple of months after that with another young man in his front seat. The young man said later on he was just trying to get his dick sucked, but I know better. This guy was not about to suck that young mans dick, the young man had the dick up the ass when they were caught. The older guy made his bail, and ran, probably still running. Subsequently, cannot look at a Jaguar without thinking of this occurance. Have learned that this was not about sex but about domination and control. It could have been a guy, or a girl. Each would have received the same treatment from the man. He was older had authority and used it. Probably the reason I sucked him off was the fear of what he could do to me in my job. Then also have to admit that over the years have queered out quite a few times late at night with a few drinks, 69 is a lot of fun. Guy or girl it doesn't matter, I am in control. I hereby relinquish all rights to this story. "Red" Brown

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THE GANG By Erik Maskot On the way home from work one Thursday night, I had to pass this group of ten to fifteen young guys drinking beer. They seemed to be in a good mood, they were laughing and sipping beer from their bottles. I thought it would be safe to pass them, as this was a well lit street with pretty heavy traffic. When I was walking past them they offered me a drink. I didn't accept. Maybe I should have, because one of the guys got upset and grabbed my arm. "Hey, come on, have a beer. Aren't we good enough for ya?" I wanted to get loose, but he held me hard. "Hey guys, don't ya think he should join us?" The rest of the gang agreed. "See, they want you to join." I still wanted to escape, as I didn't know what they were up to. I still refused to take a sip from his bottle. He put his hand on my crotch and squeezed my cock and balls hard. I screamed as it hurt. At the same time my cock filled with blood. "Hey, this guy's got a pretty nice big dick." The others laughed. "Look at his buns, he's got a nice ass, too," he continued, and squeezed my ass. My cock pushed against the front of my jeans. The others were standing in a circle around me, so there was no way I could escape anymore. They pushed me towards the wall. "Why don't you show us what you've?" I didn't move, and this guy, whose name was Ronnie, grabbed me again and unbuckled my belt. Then he pulled my jeans down, and my cock popped out. The others cheered as they saw my ten inch cock. "I hope you don't mind if I fuck your ass," Ronnie said to me, "because that's what I'll be doing. Here, take this beer and relax." I accepted this time. Maybe they'd leave me alone. I took a sip. "Finish it all," Ronnie said, and I drank the whole bottle. Then he handed me another one. I drank that one too. I tried to pull up my pants again, but Ronnie wouldn't let me. Instead he turned me around. Then he opened his own pants, and pulled out a dick that was as least as big mine, maybe even an inch longer. He pointed it right towards my asshole. I said, "No please! Not here!" The gang was surrounding me, so nobody could see anything, but I was not comfortable with the fact that there were cars passing by less than twenty feet away from us. Other than that I thought Ronnie was hot, and I wouldn't mind his cock at all. "Oh yeah, I'm gonna fuck you right here," he said, and he pushed his cock into my hole. He was big, and my hole was tight. I hurt, so I almost had to scream. "Put on a condom," I told him. "No, you're gonna feel my flesh," he answered. He took a brown little bottle out of his pocket. "Poppers," I thought, and took a huge whiff without hesitation. I felt a little drugged, and didn't care where I was any longer. I wanted Ronnie's cock inside me, and I thrust my hips back at his tool. I bit my teeth together and let out a sound between my lips when he forced his way in. He fed me more poppers, and then he was in all the way. He fucked me hard. I loved it, and I'm sure he fucked me for at least ten minutes, his friends cheering him. Then he came in my ass, a big load of cum. I could feel it running down between my legs. All of a sudden I heard a siren, and a cop car that stopped right by us. Ronnie pulled himself out fast, and buttoned his jeans again. I did the same thing, and we all started running. I guess none of us wanted to get caught. We ran down to the underground train station, and I barely managed to jump on the last coach before it started moving. I noticed that the others made it too. Except for me and the gang, the coach was empty. Ronnie smiled at me, obviously happy about the fact that I'd followed them. Then one of the other guys, Kevin, walked over to me, and pulled his big dick out. "Why don't you suck on it," he said. Again, still being in a public place, I refused at first. He put the poppers up to my nose, I sniffed some, and then he forced his cock into my mouth and down my throat. I almost gagged, but managed to take the whole thing. It didn't take long before he came and filled me with his semen. I swallowed it all. I jumped off at the next station and started walking home. When I was almost home, I walked across a big parking lot. Then someone came up behind me and forced me onto a car. They still wouldn't let me go. It was one of the members of the gang, a cute guy called Rick. He was alone, and he pulled down my jeans, then lifted my legs up in the air. They rested on his shoulders when he took his ten inch cock out and forced it into my ass. My hole was still lubed from Ronnie's sperm, so Rick didn't have any problems entering me. I could hear voices from people walking nearby when Rick fucked me in the middle of the parking lot. I believe that turned him on. It sure did for me. It didn't take long before Rick filled my ass with cum. He then pulled himself out, pulled his pants up and left with a smile. I walked home, locked myself in, made sure that the door was locked in case someone was still following me. Then I opened the balcony door to let some fresh air in. I took all my clothes off in the living room and went to the bathroom, where I filled the tub with hot water and made myself ready for a bath. I thought I heard a sound when I got into the tub, but decided it had to be the wind. After all, I was living on the fifth floor. Then Ronnie came into the bathroom, smiling, and started to take his clothes off. He had climbed up to my balcony, went over to my door and let his friends in. They were now about thirty hot guys, and they all started to undress. I noticed that my neighbor's seventeen-year-old son was with them too. Ronnie lifted up my body, and he said "You're the best fuck I've ever had. I just had to have you again," and he pushed his cocked into my ass that was still lubed from the other fucks. Another guy stood right in front of my face and made me suck him. "And he sucks good too," Kevin said from somewhere behind the others. The gang laughed. Pretty soon semen filled both my holes. Not a single drop was spilled. Two new guys took their places. I didn't know that this many people could fit in my bathroom, but the whole gang were crammed together, and pulling on their cocks around us. They both came at the same time, and pulled themselves out. New guys entered me. I didn't think I could put my lips around George's cockhead. George was a black guy who tried to fuck my face. His cock must have been at least fourteen inches and thick as my arm. It was limp and wouldn't get hard. But somehow he pushed it down my throat. I thought I was gonna choke. His big ballsack was slapping my face, and he almost made me forget completely the guy who was fucking my ass. Not before he came and pulled himself out I remembered he was there. George kept fucking my throat. One guy slid underneath me, and his cock entered my asshole. Then I noticed the other guy who pushed his cock against my hole and entered me. While George was still stuffing my face, I was being double fucked by those other two guys. I was so turned on that I shot a big load of cum that landed on my stomach. When George came I thought he was pissing down my throat, and I was sure I was gonna drown. He pulled himself out and I was relieved that I could breath again. But not for long. Another guy took his place. This is how it went all night long, until they'd all fucked me. The last one who fucked me was my neighbor's son, Andy. He fucked my ass slowly. But as young and inexperienced as he was, he came almost right away. Then they all got dressed and disappeared. That's when I woke up and realized it had all been a dream. But what a dream! I was all sweaty and my sheets were wet from sperm. My cock was red and limp. I looked at my watch and noticed that it was almost eight already. I had overslept, and had to take a quick shower and get to the University again. I wonder if I could look into Ronnie's eyes after last night's dream? On the way to the parking lot I met Andy. His eyes met mine, and he smiled when we passed each other. I noticed he stopped behind me. I turned around, and caught him staring at my buns. He blushed, and I smiled. He got this "busted" look in his face, and I said "Why don't you come over a beer tonight?" Still embarrassed, he said "Sure!" and turned around and walked away. Hmmm, maybe tonight won't be so bad after all...

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Date: Mon, 19 Mar 2001 22:42:47 EST From: cybercavan@hotmail.com Subject: Moving Violations - Transit Trash III Moving Violations -- Moving Violations Mick Maxwell Copyright 2001 The stud was a vague shadow in half-darkness - only his enormous cock and the faint trace of rippling stomach muscles were visible under the pinpoint light mounted above his webcam. Liam smiled at his computer screen as he watched a seemingly disembodied hand reach in from the shadows and grasp the swollen dick head. Nimble fingers slyly stroked the engorged knob and a trickle of pre- cum pearled down from the slit and disappeared into the dark. Liam swallowed involuntarily, desperately craving a shot of that anonymous cybersperm. The Irishman grabbed his own meat and began to flail away, hoping to spout his cum at the same time as the featureless stranger's own eruption. Liam had recently sprung for an upgraded computer and the installation of a DSL line, blowing half of his recent bonus money in one major techowad. It was well worth it: in the weeks following his purchase, Liam had been riveted to the flat screen in his spare moments, discovering for the first time the wild world of on- line gay sex. Sure and it was only virtual sex but it beat the shite out of standing around in the single seedy campus gay bar, trying to bag one of the local lads. Liam had never previously felt that he was over the hill, but amidst all these tender youths of 20, he felt like fookin' Methuselah. Worse yet -- shaved heads, tattoos, and club music bored him way, way beyond senseless. Everyone looked alike -- hiphopped and pierced. Okay -- so the club scene in his hometown of Dublin wasn't much better but, Jaisus Mary and Joseph, you could at least count on good crack (the Irish slang for conversation) and plenty of laughs. And maybe he was just being a eurotrash snob but christ, if one more of these yummy but tedious yankboys said, "like, y'know", all piped in that singsong valleyspeak one more time (which was every third sentence), Liam was going to revert to his boxing days and punch `em out just to shut them up. Then he'd fuck `em sillier than they already were. He smiled at the thought. Cybersex was much, much easier: it was silent, on command and a lot cheaper than the wasted hours and overpriced drinks at a bar. All these thoughts tumbled around in his head as he approached his climax. The stranger was edging in closer to the `cam, the huge stiff meat swollen and red - ready to blast. Liam closed his eyes, his thick Irish meat gasping for relief when there was the sudden blast of a car horn in the driveway. Startled, Liam glanced at the clock and screamed, "shite! " Although it was nearly 10:00, his pickup time for his trip to the airport was 10:30. He thought for sure he would have time to shoot his wad, shave and shower before his upcoming international travel ordeal began. Abruptly abandoning his ethereal lover, Liam strode to the window, swearing mightily. His rigid white meat swung heavily side to side, protesting the delay in shooting its weighty white cum. Throwing up the sash, Liam stuck his head out. Sure enough, it was the fookin' taxi, 30 fookin' minutes early! A slender dark boy climbed out of the car and shouted up at Liam, "I am so sorry for being so early but it is very easy to get lost in these roads -- yes?" Receiving no reply from the fuming Liam, he tried again. " I did not want to be late -- yes?" A graceful gesture indicating both abject apology and defense of professional honor was executed with shrugged shoulders and hand movements. The driver persevered. "You want that I will wait for you, or perhaps, I can take down your luggage?" The driver's puppyish air to please tickled Liam, despite his unresolved lust. And although the driver was far below in the street, Liam received a definitely fey impression. Liam's remaining aggravation quickly evaporated as he reluctantly acknowledged the justice of the driver's comments. Liam lived with his cousin Moira in a large ramshackle house in the depths of the Berkeley hills. Many of the streets were more like paved deer trails than residential roads and few people found his address on the first attempt. His house was perched almost invisibly amidst the redwoods and rhododendrons and had a drop-dead view of San Francisco across the Bay. Liam grabbed his kimono robe from the bedpost and thoughtlessly threw it on. He ran back to the window and leaned out again, shouting, "The side door is open. I'll bring down the luggage." He quickly calculated how long it would take to finish wanking and do a quick shower. He should have plenty of time: the fookin' driver could just turn off the meter and sit in the taxi. The driver nodded and disappeared from view. Liam grabbed his suitbag and headed to the top of the steep wooden stairs. His bedroom, tucked under the eave of one of the many dormer windows on the third floor of the wood-shingled house, was more of an aerie than reasonable living quarters. It suited Liam just fine; it was private, surrounded by trees and had its own entrance. The only problem was the three flights of bluidy stairs which were vertiginous in slope and which made negotiating them with luggage (or after a drop to drink) a bit hazardous. Clearly, only domestic help had lived in these rarified heights during the house's heyday -- probably 1910. Liam had always gotten a kick out of the fact that one of his Irish ancestors had probably occupied the same space years ago -- as a servant. Now, with housing at a premium in the Bay area, Liam considered his heavenly nook to be a godsend. And his cousin Moira was the easiest of landladies -- not at all concerned with Liam's nocturnal activities and tolerant of the strange noises that emanated from the aerie when Liam actually scored and brought home a trick. Liam heard the driver open the unlocked side door three floors below. The Irishman began to muscle the heavier second bag to the top of the stairs, stopping at the railing to readjust his grip. Light footsteps echoed up the shaft, stopped and then the driver called out, a little breathlessly "It is still up, yes?" Liam looked down. The driver's face had leaned out over the railing of the floor below and looked up at Liam. Sunlight from the stairwell skylight struck a handsome brown face. No more than 19 or 20, the boy had dense black-blue hair, deeply set brown eyes and skin the color of fine tobacco. Soft red lips smiled over a closely shaven chin with a sexy cleft. The driver broke suddenly into a blinding white smile - his formerly apologetic demeanor vanishing. Liam raised his eyebrows -- the driver was a real hottie -- definitely a tasty bit of tandoori chicken, thought Liam lewdly. His always-ready rod sprung back into life. Liam returned the smile and waved the driver up with his hand. However, the driver remained where he was, his smile growing, his eyes fixed on Liam. The Irishman, puzzled and a little annoyed, suggested sarcastically, " Don't worry about the altitude, I have an oxygen tank ready if ya get woozy." Still the boy didn't move. More impatiently, Liam snapped, "If you need a hand up, just let me know. " The boy recalled himself, shook his head and replied blushingly, "I do not think that it is I who need the hand in this instance, sir." His formal manner of speaking was belied by the look on his face -- mischievous and sexy. Liam suddenly got it - the kimono! Light, comfortable and very, very short, it was a gift from his best mate, Michael, who had been to Japan earlier that year. And as Liam was standing almost directly above the cab driver, the handsome young Indian must have a great view of his still-hard dick and fat hairless balls hanging low between his muscular white thighs. Challenged by that saucy smile and eager not to waste time, Liam casually unloosened the knot of the robe that fell open to reveal his hunky sportsman's body, the morning sun falling onto his smooth white skin and copper colored hair through the skylight. The driver's eyes widened in obvious admiration and he moved quickly up a half a dozen stairs. His face was now parallel with the railing against which Liam stood. The boy glanced at the burgeoning cock and then up again at Liam's lustful face. He licked his ripe lips. A surge of lust shot through Liam. His blatant plug of fat Irish meat lifted up and away and with unerring precision, lodged between two of the staircase posts, like a potato barge comin' to berth, inches from the driver's mouth. "Although a hand would be of grand assistance, I think a moist Madras mouth might get the job done quicker." Liam knew he was taking a chance by assuming the hottie was an Indian - for all the Irishman knew, the driver might be Pakistani - and woe to him that mistakes the two, Liam knew from experience. The driver slowly licked his hips, staring hungrily at Liam's throbbing cock. He then reached up with one slender brown hand and began to very slowly stroke the bloated white shaft. Liam groaned softly. After weeks of virtual sex and remote jack off sessions, the touch of the driver's hand sent him into orbit. Up and around Liam's cock, and then down to the low hanging hairless balls, the smooth hand slid, with a touch like silk. The driver drew his face forward and let the Irishman's massive dickhead rest on his lips, their moisture holding Liam's cock in place. Liam groaned, wanting so badly to pry open those cherry-colored lips, shove his meat rudely into the boy's mouth and shoot the churning wad in his swollen nuts. The driver had other ideas. He quickly unbuttoned his thin cotton shirt and pulled its out of his trousers. With dart-like movements, he shrugged his arms out of the sleeves and let it fall to the stairs. Liam stared down at the wide shoulders and smooth muscles of the brown torso, no body hair marring the finely-pored skin and thin, boyish body. The driver parted his lips and stuck his shocking pink tongue over Liam's knob. Liam couldn't help it. As soon as the hot mouth opened, he shoved his steaming meat in as far as it would go, causing the boy to choke momentarily. But just as silken as his hands, the Indian's driver's throat relaxed and the swollen shaft slid further in, causing Liam to groan aloud. The boy reached up to Liam's bullish nuts and quickly nipped the hairless sac between his long fingernails. The Irishman felt a sharp electric stab of delicious pain that caused his already massive erection to blossom further inside the tropically hot mouth. A second pinch on a different part of his scrotum caused Liam to almost faint. In the back of his sex-hazed mind, Liam finally understood that the Kama Sutra wasn't just bullshit -- the driver was playing his autonomic system like a fookin' sitar! His suspicion was realized when the driver drove a long thin finger into a hidden muscle juncture between the thigh and pelvis - Liam's hot asshole contracted involuntarily. Aware of the imminent avalanche, Liam pulled his cock out of the boy's mouth just in time to see a torrent of steaming cum explode onto the driver's naked chest and shoulders, sprinkling the smiling Indian like water from the Ganges -- thick, odorous, sacred. Spent, Liam leaned his shaking arms against the railing, unable to move. He was dimly aware that this driver had begun slowly wiping the splattered jism all over his brown skin, a radiant smile on his face, as if he had just blown Brahma. In fact, he looked just like one of those charioteers of Hindu myth, the nubile companion of some butch blue god. Liam drew in a shuddering breath and gasped, "can.. you do that.. again.. sometime -- after I have me heart transplant? Mine has fookin' stopped for good." The driver laughed. " I would be honored, Mr. ..." The cum covered hottie paused and drew a paper from his pants, glancing at it. " Mr... Tarkowski." "Tarkowski??" The Irishman frowned. Silently, the boy handed Liam the paper who stared at it bemusedly. Clint Tarkowski, 807 Quercus Road. Liam's next door neighbor. The driver had shown up, gloriously, at the wrong house! The Irishman burst out laughing. No wonder the driver was early! Seeing the driver's bewildered face, Liam choked out, "next door, my sexy charioteer, next door." The boy slapped a hand over his mouth in comic dismay. Liam laughed again." I do apologize if I have delayed you. " The boy blushed furiously in embarrassment. "I..I believe I must pick up Mr. Tarkowski now." Clearly flustered, the boy scrambled into his shirt. They stared at each other for a brief sizzling moment and then the driver was down the stairs in a clatter of footsteps, a faint scent of cum and cumin lingering behind him like a vapor trail. Showering and shaving quickly, Liam grabbed his coat, shut off his PC and bolted recklessly down the stairs with his luggage. He was locking the door when he saw a different cab pull up, the driver obviously looking for the address. The cabbie idled the car and seeing Liam asked, " This 805?" Liam nodded and then smiled as the driver wrestled himself out of the car. Fat, dumpy, disgruntled. No nubile charioteer, this one. "You gotta share the cab and I gotta drop him off before we go to the airport, OK?" Not waiting for an answer, the cabbie opened the car door and unceremoniously grabbed Liam's bags. Liam bent slightly and peered into the cab. On the other side of the cab sat a middle-aged businessman, looking pissed. Liam sighed silently and glanced again at the driver. The morose, sullen figure was as far from the radiant Indian boy as humanly possible. He got in the taxi. Liam immediately noted that, contrary to driving regulations and common sense, the driver had plastered over most of the plexiglas separating the front and back seats with a piece of newspaper. The driver clearly did not want to see or be bothered by his passengers. The cab pulled abruptly away from the curb and bucketed over the worn pavement, the driver apparently deliberately aiming for every bump and hole. The businessman cursed quietly and loosened his tie. He stretched his legs forward and closed his eyes in pained resignation. Clearly he had not had a good ride. Liam studied him covertly and made his snap assessment: overstressed executive type, probably with a high-powered corporate wife who doesn't put out and difficult children who cost him a pretty penny. On the other hand, he was in good shape and unless Liam was mistaken, sported a pretty hefty basket between those expensively tailored legs. The taxi swerved perilously around a blind corner and Liam leaned in closer to his cabmate and sniffed discreetly: the dick-hardening smell of expensive aftershave and the almost imperceptible hint of tense sweat filled his senses. Liam licked his lips and wished he could bury his face in the man's pits, licking the heady sweat off with his hot tongue. So vivid was this fantasy that Liam surreptitiously grabbed his crotch and squeezed it tightly. Lord, he had just blown his load and here he was wantin' to shoot again! What was it about public transportation that gave him a stiffie every time? Liam smilingly reminisced over his two previous public transportation escapades (Transit Trash I and II). Since his last exploit on the San Francisco light rail, Liam had looked in vain for a transit trick. Well, maybe he would branch out a bit -- taxi trash this time? He smiled again -- nastily. The Irishman glanced up at the driver's rear view mirror. The driver had his baggy eyes fixed on the road, oblivious to anything but his own misery. Assured, Liam began to check out his companion's basket in earnest: definitely hung and wearing boxers. He could see the soft arc of a big dickhead and the heavy swelling of his nuts. Liam dropping his sweating hands to his lap and watching the closed eyes of the stranger, began to smooth the palm of his hand over his growing meat, willing the man to awaken and turn his eyes towards his stalker. The taxi hit another pothole -- a big one this time, and the man's eyes snapped open, exasperation and weariness evident in equal share. Liam took his chance. Laying on his stagy Irish brogue, he teasingly asked the business stud. "Would it be an inconvenience if we should make a quick stop to a dentist before the airport? Faith and begorrah, I think I just broke me new crown." The man smiled slightly in response and husked out, "that's okay, just as long as we can fit in a chiropractor - I think this fuckin' idiot has just blown one of my disks!" Liam's cock leaped. What a fookin' sexy voice -- deep, butch, lazy. The Irishman's cock strained under his hand. Risking all in his surge of lust, Liam asked in a mock bewildered voice, " one of your dicks? And here I thought ye Americans were like the rest of us mortals -- one dick per man and that one surely never blown enough." His cabmate exploded in laughter, his tired eyes lighting up in a way that sent Liam's heart pounding. At least his handsome stranger wasn't offended and the way he laughed, Liam knew that he had a chance to pursue his quarry -- temporarily at least. His sexy cabmate shook his head in rueful amusement. "No, no, my equipment is just like yours, pal, and as for enough blow jobs.." He shrugged, leaving the sentence unfinished. Liam decided to up the ante, knowing that this whole lighthearted banter could blow up in his face. He took a deep breath. "Well, at the risk of soundin' impertinent, but what I can see of your equipment bears favorable comparison with me own and since ya seem to need some immediate attention to your dick..er..disk, I'd be more than happy to oblige ya, no chiropractor being in the immediate vicinity, y'see." The stranger stared at Liam, his face turning red and then white. Liam waited for the angry comment or even a punch. Instead, the stranger licked his lips nervously and involuntarily, his eyes falling from the Irishman's mischievous, lustful gaze. "Gotcha!" thought Liam gleefully. Liam lifted his hand from his crotch, his huge meat obvious under the tight denim. He caught the man' s quick glance at his hard on and smirked to himself. Definitely a taker! The man looked up at Liam again and whispered, "But the driver...?" Liam smiled and reached over to the man's crotch and gave it a reassuring squeeze. The man flinched and then smiled uncertainly. Liam's guess was confirmed -- under his hand was a thick club of a cock, already hot and beginning to get hard. The Irishman slowly stroked the stiffening rod to life, the stranger's expensive trousers beginning to tent as the cock inflated. Liam then drew down the man's zipper slowly, teasingly. Like a breaching whale, the rigid dick broke through the gap in the boxers and surged out of the zipper. Liam shot another look at the driver -- still oblivious, still miserable, still largely concealed behind his paper shield. He bent over and wrapped his lips around the man's cut dickhead, it's bulk completely filling Liam's mouth. The man gave a soft groan, grabbed Liam's tousled curls with both hands, and forced the Irishman's head down - hard. Liam smiled to himself -- the guy was definitely in need. Liam swallowed more of the bloated dick, burying his nose in the man's crotch hair that held the same scent of sweat and pricey cologne that had tantalized him earlier. He slowly slid back up the shaft, running the rough of his tongue along the coursing vein. Stopping at the corona, Liam gave the man a tiny taste of teeth that drew another soft groan. Liam reached forward and rudely hoisted the man's nuts out of his underwear, causing the man to wince as his sac scraped against the zipper. Liam grabbed one swollen `nad between his thumb and finger, relishing its weight and glossy moistness. He squeezed it softly, watching the man's rigid face. Slowly exerting more pressure, he smiled as the man began to arch his back -- pain and pleasure evident in the quivering thigh muscles and the sexy mouth that had begun to pant. The Irish sadist grabbed the other swollen nut and fisted them both, extending them up and away from the open trousers. He bent once more and began to flail the nuts with his tongue and running his hastily-shaven chin across the sensitive surface of the sac. His prey's face was bright red with controlled passion, his eyes open and staring at the ceiling glassily, obviously lost in the heat of the moment. The expert brutality of Liam's tongue and hand was having its' effect -- his fat meat was beginning to leak pre-cum. The Irishman dropped the nuts and sank his mouth back over the quivering shaft, ready to take the blast. It didn't happen. The man grabbed Liam's hair roughly and yanked the Irishman's head off his dick. Liam drew back, surprised and pissed -- he wanted to taste that hot cum was so bad. The man's face was paler now and his eyes were focused and hot. He stared at Liam and softly snarled, "Not so fast, pal. Not until I see your hot dick." Liam stared at him speechlessly: this wasn't in the script at all. "Come on, you Irish whore - drop your drawers and get it hard. We don't have all day." Liam's dick jumped in his pants like an obedient dog to his master's command. He swiftly unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down over his hunky thighs. He peeled back his skimpy briefs, his rigid meat hitting his stomach in a spring-like action. The man stared at the hot nine inches. "Okay, pull down your jeans below your knees." Liam bent awkwardly forward and tussled the tight denim towards his boots. His cabmate reached over and drew a finger along Liam's inner thigh from knee to crotch. Goosebumps blossomed over the Irishman's legs in response. The man then slid his hand across the glossy hair of Liam's crotch and pulled on it, lifting the skin of his pelvis. Liam's dick slid toward his hand in an arc. The stranger withdrew his hand and with no warning flicked Liam's dick head hard with his strong fingers, causing the Irishman t o yelp. "Shut the fuck up, bitch," the man hissed. Not to worry, Liam thought. A quick glance showed that the cab driver had donned a headset, completing his separation from his passengers. The man's trashy talk had sent Liam's heart racing. So much for his notion of a conventional businessman in need of a kindly blowjob! The man grabbed Liam's dick and began to jack it roughly. He drove his other hand underneath Liam's nuts and ferreted towards the Irishman's hole. A searing pain in the Irish stud's anus told him that the man had found his target. "Nice, real nice," murmured the man as he inserted another finger into Liam's straining bunghole. He plunged his fingers back and forth, rasping the sensitive skin. His other hand tightened on Liam's dick causing it to grow purple with constricted blood. Liam knew he was going to shoot and fookin' soon. Once again, he was surprised. The man withdrew his fingers and staring at Liam, wiped them on the seat. "Turn on your side." Liam shifted, turning his back to the stranger, wondering whether a taxi seduction was such a good idea, after all. "Bring your knees up on the seat and stick that hot whore-ass towards me," the stranger commanded. Liam complied with his request, knees pressed against the door handle. He heard a rustle of cloth and the tear of a condom packet. He felt the seat shift and then the head of that huge meat knockin' for entry. Liam hated being a bottom -- it meant a loss of the sexual dominance that Liam thrived on. But here, in this rapidly overheating taxi racketing along the redwood-shaded hills of Berkeley, with this sadistic business stud about ready to pork him, Liam couldn't care less. All he wanted was to feel that sweaty dick shoved up his ass. He got it - and then some. The businessman thrusted forward, sinking his weapon in one brutal plunge that caused Liam to grown aloud. A hot hand clamped over his mouth followed by an intimidating whisper. "Another sound and I stick my fist up there along with my dick -- you get my drift, pal?" Liam nodded. The man dropped his hand and fumbled for Liam's cock. He began jerking it slowly, matching the pace of the huge dick which was now pistoning in and out of Liam's asshole, heedless of the pain it was causing the younger man. The man reached under Liam's shirt with his other hand and roughly pinched his tit. He leaned his head forward towards Liam's ear and began to murmur roughly. "You like the feel of ten inches up your tight ass, pal? Come on, squeeze down on it, make daddy happy. Oh yeh, you got what it takes, alright. I'm gonna shoot my wad in your hot hole and then you can suck the dripping jism off my dick. But first, I'm gonna make you shoot that fat cock all over my hand. On yeh, I can feel you ready to squirt. Let it rip, you fuckin' whore, shoot your load!" Liam obliged with a vengeance, cum erupting in a fountain of fire all over the car door, the seat and the man's hand. Liam's body spasmed with the fury of it. At the same time, the man gave one final thrust and blasted Liam's aching bunghole, the latex swelling as it struggled to contain the load. Liam's ravisher raised his sopping hand to Liam's mouth and barked another command, "lick it clean, bitch." Liam began to lap his own cum, amazed at his slavish behavior -- totally unlike himself. But his throbbing hole and aching dick told him that maybe being a bottom wasn't such a bad gig, after all. Cleaning himself up as much as he could, Liam eased around, allowing his aching muscles to relax. His assailant had pulled the condom off his still hard dick and thrust it under the seat cushion. The man leaned back and pointed at his sticky cock. "Get your hot mouth down here and finish the job." Liam leaned over and slid his tongue over the remnants of the mighty load, the smell of cum, sweat and cologne now mixed it a heady aroma. The Irishman went down on the man and with a single loud suction, swiped the rigid shaft clean. The still-hot cum went down Liam's throat like vintage brandy. The man thrust his dick back in his pants and zipped up. Liam silently followed suit, still wondering at his own behavior. His cab mate glanced out the window as the cab emerged from the redwoods and rocketed down into a commercial zone. The stranger imperiously knocked on the cabbie's window and shouted, "hey, asshole, this is my stop. I told you the Commerce building on Solano." The cab screeched to a halt, throwing Liam forward. The stranger turned to Liam and smiled. "Nice job, whore. See ya around." As the cab sped off towards the airport, Liam ran a gentle hand between his legs, liking the aching feel emanating from his ravaged hole. He continued to stroke his softening meat and allowed his mind to draft towards his impending trip. He could grab a quick shower at the airport before his flight took off for Germany and grab a bite to eat. Maybe even log on and find his cyberstud! Liam suddenly stopped his mental list-making and laughed. No sooner had he cum then he was lookin' for the next sexual opportunity. Truly, he was trash -- but definitely best at transit trash. He mentally ticked off his adventures: trans- bay S&M, light rail three-ways, taxi rape -- what the fook could be next? The sliver glint of a jet passed over the Bay Bridge. Liam laughed out loud -- of course, the Mile High Club! Transatlantic trash, here I cum! The End

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Date: Sat, 10 Mar 2001 22:18:26 -0800 From: Bobby Jakobs Subject: Ride Home (M/b, authoritarian) "Hey kid! You need a ride?" Bobby stopped and looked to his right to see the black Tranz-am that had pulled up next to him. He hesitated for a moment then shrugged. "Sure." "Climb in." Bobby walked around the hood to the passenger door, swung it open and fell into the seat. "Thanks a lot man, it's a cold son of a bitch out there." "No problem. I'm Jake by the way." "Bobby." "Okay Bobby, how do I get to your house?" "Just keep going straight, and turn left on 34th." "Alright, here's 34th." "The white house at the end of the next block, on the right. "Okay, here you go." "Thanks a lot. I really appreciate it." "Sure thing Bobby... You know I hate to be a bother, but I really need to use your bathroom. You wouldn't mind would you?" "Oh of course not." They stepped out of the car and walked up to the porch. Bobby pulled out a key and unlocked the door, and they stepped inside. "Down the hall, second door on the left." "Thanks Bobby, you're a lifesaver." Jake hurried off down the hall. A few minutes later, Jake stepped out of the bathroom. "In the kitchen." Bobby called. Jake walked down the hall and into the kitchen. "You want a cup of coffee or anything?" "No thanks, I'd better be going." "Okay." "It was nice to meet you Bobby." Jake said and reached out to shake Bobby's hand. But as his hand moved forward it bumped against a coffee cup on the counter and sent it crashing to the floor. "Oh shit I'm sorry!" "Don't worry about it, nobody liked that cup anyway." Bobby said, then bent down and started picking up the pieces on the floor. Jake quickly moved around behind Bobby and took a slow look at his ass. Jake licked his lips then grabbed Bobby by the hips. He ripped his pants and underwear off his ass and pulled them down to his knees, all in one lightning quick movement. He deftly pulled out his cock and placed it against Bobby's asshole. "What the fuck?" Bobby began to yell, but Jake thrust his hips hard forward, and jammed his dick into Bobby's ass. "AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" Bobby screamed in pain as his small virgin ass was violated. Jake grinned and whipped his cock out of Bobby's asshole. Bobby's mouth fell wide open as he sucked in a deep breath, but Jake immediately put his dick against Bobby's hole and pushed it back in, to the balls. Bobby screamed in pain as Jake began to work the length of his 9-inch cock in and out of his asshole. Jake pushed Bobby forward across the room, and bent him over the table, then went back to raping his ass with redoubled force. Jake grunted, obviously enjoying Bobby's pain as he stretched the schoolboy's tight shitter. Bobby sprawled on the table, clawing at it, trying to pull himself away from Jake, but he was held firm, and he couldn't do anything about Jake's pumping cock. But after a few minutes of hard butt fucking, Bobby quieted down. He began to moan lowly and he started thrusting his ass backwards into Jake's probing fuck stick. "Oh fuck." Bobby grunted into the table as Jake savagely worked in and out of his ass. "Fuck me harder!" he cried, reaching for his stiffening cock. Jake yelled and renewed his force, fucking Bobby's now willing ass. Bobby slammed his ass backwards, impaling himself deeper onto Jake's cock as Jake fucked him hard enough to knock the wind out of him. Jake pulled his dick out of Bobby's ass with a squelching sound, and roughly pushed him up onto the table, so that he was lying with his stomach pressed against the rough grain of the wood. Without a word Jake climbed up on the table, crowded up behind Bobby, and shoved his dick up the boy's ass. Bobby grunted loudly and arched his back as Jake went back to savagely pumping his asshole. "Oh fuck yeah!" Bobby screamed, hunching his back, and lifting his ass up so that Jake could plow him deeper and harder. At the same time he ran his hand down under his stomach. He found what he was looking for, and began jacking his stiff boy-meat, hard and fast. Jake grunted like an animal as he continued to pound away at the boys stretched hole. Sweat dripped from his hair as he slammed down again and again, and Bobby's ass bucked up to meet his cock with a loud smack. After several more minutes of hard ass fucking Bobby's entire body began to twitch and shiver, and he began to squeal, all the time bucking his ass backwards in time with Jake's hard fast pumping. He had never felt anything like it before, the feeling of his asshole being stretched open, the plunging invader sliding in and out of him, the sensation of being completely filled by the hard probing cock. They were all building up in him, and they began to take over his entire body. "Ung UHHH UMMM I'm gunna UNNGGG gunna cum!" Bobby shouted through his helpless animalistic grunts and squeals. Jake was too far gone to talk, he simply grunted and redoubled his force on Bobby, sadistically pounding his tiny shitter. Finally, Bobby pitched back his head and screamed. His dick exploded with a huge burst of cum. It all shot out all over the table and his stomach. At the same time, Jake's hard fucking culminated, and he shot a torrent of jiz straight into Bobby's ass. Bobby groaned as he felt the hot pool building up in his anus, and he spasmed convulsively, smearing his stomach and chest in his puddle of cum. As soon as the huge spurts of cum stopped, but long before the last drops had been milked into Bobby's ass, Jake pulled out and quickly moved around in front of Bobby. "Clean it." He ordered. Bobby raised his head and quickly obeyed, taking the filthy cock into his mouth gladly, and working up and down the length of the shaft. He sucked Jake's cock clean of the slimy mixture of cum and shit, and lowered his head to lap his spunk greedily up off the surface of the table, before sucking hard on the head of Jake's softening cock, drinking down a few more drops of cum. As Bobby pulled his head off Jake's cock with a loud pop, he glanced across the room and saw the clock. "OH SHIT!!" he yelled. "You better get out of here. My parents will be home any minute!" Jake quickly dressed and ran out of the kitchen, and across the living room to the front door. Just as he opened the door to step out, Bobby, still naked, ran up to him. "You dropped this." He said, handing him his folded leather wallet. "Oh, and just one more thing... I don't want to be an inconvenience, but... could I have a ride home tomorrow?"

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Date: Wed, 11 Sep 2002 18:38:59 EDT From: GreyWolfLooking@aol.com Subject: My Friend Ramon I went over to my friend Ramon's house and knocked on the door. His mother let me in and said he was upstairs. I went upstairs and walked into his room without knocking because I figured he was watching TV or playing computer games. When I opened the door, Ramon was standing by the side of his bed. He was totally naked and he had his hand wrapped around his dick. He was moving his hand up and down on his dick and when he heard the door open, he stopped and looked up at me. I stood there in the doorway with a stunned look on my face. Instead of being embarrassed, Ramon scowled at me and said, "Get in here and close the door." I stepped into the room and closed the door, then looked over at Ramon. He was still holding his dick in his hand and slowly got a devious look on his face. I stared down at his dick and noticed that he had a few wisps of dark curly pubic hair around the base of his dick. I was still totally hairless and wondered how long ago Ramon had grown pubic hair. As I stared at his dick, he began to slowly move his hand up and down again. When he did, I noticed that a small flap of skin would encircle and cover the head of his dick. As he stroked down on his dick the flap would pull down and reveal the pink head of his dick. Ramon reached out with his free hand and pushed down on my shoulder as he said, "Get down on your knees and take a good look." Ramon continued to push down on my shoulder and squeeze until his fingernails were digging into my skin. I winced slightly as I fell to my knees and Ramon loosened his grip. Ramon stepped towards me as he said, "Go on, take a good look." I looked down at Ramon's dick as he slowly moved his hand up and down. The skin would flap over the head of his dick on every up stroke, then pull back down as he moved his hand back down. I knelt there mesmerized as I watched Ramon jacking off slowly, then he stepped closer to me and said, "Open your mouth." I looked up at Ramon in astonishment. I felt him slowly squeeze my shoulder until I winced again, then I slowly opened my mouth. Ramon stepped closer as he released the grip on my shoulder, then pointed the head of his dick at my mouth and slowly pushed it between my open lips. I tried to pull away, but Ramon tightened his grip again as he said, "I just want you to suck on it a little." I was appalled at his suggestion, but realized that he would squeeze my shoulder again if I didn't comply. I slowly closed my lips over his dick as he pulled his hand back and unveiled the head of his dick from the flap of skin. He pressed his hips forward and his dick slowly pushed further into my mouth. Ramon squeezed my shoulder again as he said, "Suck on it." I reluctantly sucked on Ramon's dick because of the pain in my shoulder and as I sucked on it, Ramon released the pressure on my shoulder. He moved his hand away from his dick and put it on the back of my head. He pulled my head towards him as he said, "Suck it all the way into your mouth." Ramon's dick slowly slid into my mouth as I sucked on it until I felt my nose press against the fine wisps of pubic hair. Ramon held my face against his body for a few moments as he said, "Don't stop sucking." I sucked on Ramon's dick for a few seconds, then he grabbed my hair and slowly pulled my head back. Just before his dick slipped out of my mouth, he pushed my head towards him again and said, "Keep sucking." He moved my head back and forth a few times, then took his hand off my head and said, "Suck up and down on my dick." I stayed still for a moment until I felt Ramon begin to squeeze my shoulder again, so I pushed forward and swallowed his entire dick into my mouth. Ramon released the pressure on my shoulder and said, "That's the way. Don't make me squeeze your shoulder again." I sucked up and down on Ramon's dick for a few seconds, when he jutted his hips forward and caused me to lose my balance. I reached up and put my hands on his legs to stabilize myself and Ramon said, "That's right. Get a good grip. You don't want my dick falling out of your mouth until you're done sucking it." I had been sucking Ramon's dick for a few minutes, when I realized that he no longer had his hand on my shoulder. I probably could have stopped sucking his dick and got up, but by that time I realized that I didn't want to stop and was actually hoping that Ramon didn't tire of his little control game and make me quit. I sucked up and down on Ramon's dick with ever increasing gusto until I realized that I was noisily moaning and slurping at his dick. I looked up at Ramon and he had this big grin on his face as he said, "So you like sucking my dick?" I lowered my eyes, but Ramon suddenly pulled away from me and his dick popped out of my mouth. I looked up at him with a stunned expression as he gloated and said, "I ask you a question." I blushed in embarrassment, but didn't answer him, so he grabbed onto his dick and began to jack-off. He moved closer and rubbed the head of his dick against my lips. I opened my mouth and leaned forward, but he backed up and smiled devilishly. He slowly waved the head of his dick back and forth in front of my mouth until I was following his movements, trying to get his dick back in my mouth. I knelt there watching him anxiously until I finally blurted out, "Okay, I admit it. I liked sucking your dick. Let me do it again, please." Ramon smiled haughtily and said, "Ask nicely." I looked down at Ramon's dick and realized that I wanted it back in my mouth in the worst way, so I looked up at Ramon and said, "Please let me suck your dick. I really want to suck it." Ramon laughed as he let go of his dick, so I leaned forward and sucked his dick back into my mouth. I sucked up and down on Ramon's dick a few times, when he pulled back and his dick popped out of my mouth. I looked up at Ramon longingly and I said, "Please, don't make me stop yet." Ramon looked down at me from his dominant vantage point, then he put his hands on his hips and said, "Okay, but I want you naked." I looked up at Ramon anxiously, but he just scowled down at me and said, "Get naked now or I'll never let you suck my dick again." I pulled off my shirt, then sat down on the floor, kicked off my shoes and quickly pulled off my shorts and underwear. I got back up on my knees and looked up at Ramon. He looked down at my hard little dick and laughed as he said, "Stand up. I've never seen a circumcised dick before." I blushed profusely as I got to my feet, then Ramon stepped over to me, reached down and grabbed my balls in his hand. He rolled them around in his hand for a few seconds, then squeezed them until I winced. Ramon laughed as he released my balls and said, "If you think that hurt, you haven't felt pain yet. If you ever refuse to suck my dick when I tell you to, I'll throw you down and step on your balls until they pop." Ramon pushed me down to my knees, then stepped closer and pushed his dick into my open mouth. Without hesitation, I put my hands on his legs and began to eagerly suck up and down his dick. As I sucked Ramon's dick, I could still feel my balls throbbing and the slight discomfort actually added to the excitement of sucking him. After I had been sucking him for a few minutes, Ramon said, "You jack-off, right?" I thought he already asked me that, so I blushed a little because I had just recently started playing with myself. Mostly in the shower or for a few minutes when I went to bed. Ramon glared down at me and ask again in a stern tone, so I nodded my head as I continued to suck his dick. Ramon smiled knowingly, then said, "Have you ever cum?" Even though I knew what it was, I had never done it because I could never jack-off long enough to feel like I might. I shook my head slightly and Ramon smiled down at me egotistically as he said, "Well, I do and I'm going to cum in your mouth." I hesitated in my sucking as I realized that if I kept sucking him, it would eventually happen. After all, Ramon had pubic hair, so he must be more developed sexually than me. Ramon grabbed my head as he laughed and said, "Don't worry, I'm sure you'll like the taste of my sperm as much as you like sucking my dick. Besides, I plan on having you suck my dick all the time, so you might as well get used to swallowing my cum." Even though I should have been repulsed, the thought of having Ramon squirt his sperm into my mouth excited me, so I resumed sucking his dick with even more fervor. As I continued to suck Ramon's dick, I realized that it was much longer and thicker than my own. His must have been six or seven inches long, while mine was only three or four. I sucked up and down on Ramon's dick for a few more minutes until I felt it pulse in my mouth. Ramon moaned, them looked down at me dreamily and said, "Get ready, I'm about ready to cum." I sucked up and down on Ramon's dick as it began to throb and pulse steadily, then I felt it quiver a few times. Suddenly, his dick head flared out and his first spurt of sperm shot into my mouth. Ramon grabbed my head as he thrust his hips against my face and said, "Swallow it. I want you to take it all into your mouth and swallow it." Ramon jutted his hips against my face a few more times as his sperm discharged into my mouth in rapid fire streams. I swallowed as fast as I could and it just keep flowing. Ramon must have shot eight or nine long copious globs of sperm into my mouth before I felt his dick finally quiver and stop. I was frantically slurping and sucking at his dick to get all of his sperm out of his dick, when he pushed against my forehead and I fell backwards on the floor. As I laid there sprawled out on the floor, Ramon walked over to me and put his foot on my balls. He pressed lightly at first, but steadily applied more pressure as he rolled his foot up against my dick and balls. Just as I thought I couldn't take anymore, I felt my dick throb and a few small spurts of sperm shot out of my dick and onto my stomach. I stared down at my dick, then looked up at Ramon in exhilarated excitement because I had finally had a climax, but he just snickered and put his foot on my face and he said, "Lick you cum off my foot." In the heat of the moment, I quickly slipped my tongue out of my mouth and licked at his toes, which were gooey with my initial emission. After I had licked his foot clean, Ramon put his foot on my stomach and pressed his toes into the small pool of my sperm that was there. He lifted his foot and pushed it back into my face, so I quickly lapped it up. After the third or fourth time, Ramon stepped back and aid, "Well, it's time for you to go. Go home and tell your parents that you're spending the night, then come back here." I looked up at Ramon as he walked into his bathroom and closed the door. I laid there stunned at what had happened, then I heard the shower turn on, so I got up, got dressed and went home. I got permission to spend the night, then ran back over to Ramon's house. When I got back into his room he was laying on the bed watching TV. Ramon looked over at me as I stood there fidgeting, awaiting his next command. Ramon smiled deviously and said, "You want to suck my dick again?" I blushed as I slowly nodded my head, so Ramon smiled again and said, "And you'll suck it anytime I tell you to, right?" I nodded my head again, so Ramon said, "Good, take off your clothes." I quickly pulled my shirt up over my head, then kicked off my shoes as I unbuckled and unzipped my pants. I pulled my pants off and dropped them on top of my shoes, then I peeled down my underwear and threw them on top of my pants. I looked up at Ramon and he was smiling triumphantly. He crooked his finger at me, so I walked over to the side of the bed. Ramon reached over and cupped my balls in his hand. He rolled them around in his hand a few times, then looked up at me and said, "Turn around and bend over." I looked down at Ramon quizzically, but he just scowled at me, so I hesitantly turned around. I could hear Ramon sit up on the bed, then I felt a stinging slap against my ass. I swung my head around and looked at Ramon as he said, "I told you to bend over." I turned my head to the front and slowly bent over. I stood there silently for a few seconds as I felt my dick slowly getting hard. I realized that I was getting turned on by the control that Ramon was exerting over me. I felt another stinging slap as Ramon said, "Bend over farther and pull your ass-cheeks apart." I must have hesitated too long, because Ramon slapped me across the ass again. I quickly bent forward farther, then reached back and pulled my ass-cheeks apart. I stood there like that for a few minutes and was beginning to get uncomfortable, when I felt Ramon slowly running his hand up the inside of my leg. When his hand got up to my balls, Ramon grabbed onto them and yanked on them a few times, then moved his hand up farther and slowly pushed his middle finger against my tight asshole. Ramon wiggled his finger back and forth a few times, then said, "Loosen up your ass." Ramon continued to push against my asshole until it slowly loosened up and his finger slipped inside my ass. It felt uncomfortable when he first started moving his finger in and out, but after a few times, I realized that I was beginning to breath harder and my ass began to feel real warm. I moaned a few times as the sensations in my asshole felt better and better, when Ramon quickly pulled his finger out of my ass. I looked back at Ramon and he pushed the side of my face as he said, "I didn't tell you to turn around." I turned back around and felt Ramon push on my back as he said, "Bend over farther." I did as he said and stood there for a few seconds, then I felt Ramon step up behind me. I felt him slowly rub his dick up and down the crack of my ass. I knew what he was going to do and was amazed that I wasn't upset about it. Ramon continued to rub the head of his dick up and down my ass until I thought I would go crazy with desire when Ramon finally stopped and jabbed the head of his dick into my asshole. As his dick pushed into my ass, it burnt like hell, but I wasn't going to complain because I didn't want to upset Ramon or make him mad at me.

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Date: Sun, 13 Jan 2002 07:51:22 EST From: Jumbobeckett@aol.com Subject: Louka, a briefs master Part 6 I could no longer contain myself and decided I would wank as gently as I could and try not to wake Louka up. I was going well and he seemed to still be asleep until I was about to cum and I could not help but let out a squeal of pleasure. This instantly woke Louka up and he had caught me red handed. He pushed me off the bed and started to hurl insults at me, like no one had ever done before. He told me this was a bad crime and the punishment should match the severity of the crime. He left me to ponder what an earth he was going to make me do and to sleep naked on the floor. I got a good night sleep but was woken up by the full force of Louka's foot in my privates and then as I was doubled over in pain he kicked me very hard on the bare bum. As usual, I was ordered to go down and make breakfast but was denied the oppurtunity of putting any pants on. When I brought the breakfast up, Louka told me that today, we would be going ack to the swimming baths to arrange things for tomorrow nights party. I would be having another workout with the P.E teacher and tonight we would both be going to stay at Matt's house.I asked him for some briefs and he went into my cupboard which was now full of different briefs and took out a fresh white pair. I asked him for some other clothes as I had a cold coming on but as I had expected he refused. Matt called round and was greeted by a kiss from Louka. I was so jealous but seeing those two studs snogging each other gave me an instant boner in my nice fresh white briefs. Matt tod me to sit on the settee with him while Louka got ready to go out. We both sat down and he was wearing and T-shirt and shorts while I still only had my briefs. He began to fondle my genitals through my underwear and was just rubbing his hands all over my body. " I have found a couple of boys who want to come to your party from our year. Rich and Justin are both going to be coming, so when we go back to school it won't just be me who knows about your little secret." Louka came back down w2ith black briefs and see-thru white shorts. Matt grabbed me and told me to stand to attention. I did this and Louka hauled my T-Shirt over my head and yanked my briefs down round my ankles and nodded, so I stepped out of hem. He threw my replacement clothes on the floor in utter contempt and as I bent down to put them on to end my nudity, Matt gave me an almighty smack from behind, I bent double as both boys began to howl with sarcastic laughter. Soon afterwards, we caught the bus to the swimming pool, the venue of our party. The owner was sleazy as ever and seemed to be drooling at the thought of seeing all this boy flesh tomorrow night. We finalised the arrangements and the boys said there would be aroud 15 gay there, which amazed me. How did they know 15 gay boys who would be willing to run around in just sppedos and probably even less at my house afterwards. Next stop was my school sports hall, where the boys left me with our sports teacher, who immediately admired my shorts and underpants combination, to my surprise, he supplied me with a T shirt and white socks. I was now fully kitted out in all white sports kit apart from the briefs of course! " The rules are simple" he said " We are going to do a gruelling three hour work out and every time you can't do what I order, you remove a piece of clothing, lets hope you are as unfit as you look," he said, punching my stomach. " Give me 10 laps of the hall." I set off and by the end I was very short of breath. Just as I was recovering I heard 20 press-ups, I was really struggling by the end of on about 15 but just managed to finish, he could see I was struggling and obvviously wanted to see some flesh, he set me 30 squats but I packed up at twelve and he ripped my T-shirt off. I was now given 5 minutes rest but during the rest of the excersises I managed to lose my socks and shorts leaving just my black briefs. "You are going on the sunbed for an hour, you're so white its ugly!" After an hour I had a nice tan and the line between my bum and leg where the briefs had been was sensational. We carried on by doing some weights but after failing miserably I was to spend the last 45 minutes absolutely naked. While telling me how to use equipment, he would touch my dick for no reason, it was obvious he could not resist it. Afterwards, he questioned me as to why I was not wearing a jockstrap, I told him no one had told me I had to and no one else in school wears one..A quick reply came " Well you will just have to set the example won't you and oh have you got rid of those swimming shorts yet?" " No sir, why should I?" " If I see you in anything but a pair of speedos next term, you will be sorry." " But all the boys will take the piss out of me , no one wears speedos, what am I going to say?" " That's for you to decide, now get out of my sight, squirt." I walked home and knocked on my home door. I am so sorry this is the first chapter for ages I will try and be more consistent from now on. In the next chapter, The night at Matt's house and the party!

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Date: Sat, 12 Oct 2002 21:49:17 +0100 (BST) From: rimboy Subject: riding master - part 2 This is a fantasy story of male on male sado-masochistic sex, so don't read it if you are too young or likely to be offended. As fantasy, it also includes sexual acts and practices that are unsafe in the real world. The Old Barn lay some way distant from the main house and buildings. My mother, in the year before she left, was in the process of having it renovated and made into a guest lodge. The project had been abandoned when she left, so now it was part barn, part house. It was cleaned 2-3 times a year but otherwise left locked. I had not been there for years. At nine o'clock I knocked on the main door and Martin, snickering and leering, let me in. I was disappointed he was there, I wanted Saul to myself. But there was no denying that the boy looked lewdly, overtly sexual. Dressed in leather trousers cut away to expose his large cock and balls and his firm ass, striped with red and pink welts. He wore a kind of leather harness too and as he led me into the main room I could see that his balls hung low, weighted by a series of heavy, silvery metal balls which clinked together as he walked. Saul was there. He filled the room with his sexual presence. His riding trousers bulged and he wore his leather riding boots with their tang of sweat and farmyard piss. He was bare-chested, his nipples hard and perfectly sized. As I stood close I could smell the faint tang of sweat, and see the erotic tufts of dark blond hair in his pits and leading down below his waistband. 'Strip boy. I want you naked'. I stripped. Of course I was erect. I wanted him to see me like that, my cock ached it was so hard, it jerked upwards towards my stomach as I stripped and released a few drops of syrupy precum onto the floor. My whole body was sexually charged. I believe I should have cum had Saul simply brushed my nipples with his hand. In the event it was Martin who led me over to a table, made me lie on it while he soaped and shaved me, then threw a pail of water over me to rinse me. It was Martin, too, who, on a nod from Saul, grabbed my almost painfully hard cock, made me stand and rubbed my foreskin up and down in his fist. I came almost immediately; splattering the paved floor with my cum. Saul came over. 'Get down and lick it up boy. However many times you cum tonight you will eat your own cum and any more. Do you understand?' 'Yes, sir', I answered and bent down, licking all the still warm juice off the cold, stone-paved floor. My cock no less hard than just before I came. Martin dragged me up and Saul looked at me. Took in my still hard, rampant erection. He flicked my penis with his crop. 'I like this', he said. 'I like my boys to be excited by their punishments. Cruelty isn't enough for me, it is important that you find pleasure in the pain you will undoubtedly experience tonight. The moment I first saw you, when your father showed me your photograph, I knew you were a boy that craved pain. You are a voluptuary, a whore, and a slut. You crave sexual pleasure and pain in equal measure'. He took my chin in his hand and looked me in the eye 'I KNOW you boy, I know what you need and what you desire. You should know that I will push beyond even your wildest, ill-formed cravings'. He walked away. 'Make him cum again Martin'. 'How master?' Enquired Martin. Saul turned and smiled. 'Your tongue on his ass. Then this'. He walked over to a table and brought over a leather bag. He tipped the contents onto the stone floor and looking for a moment then selected a large, black, leather dildo. Martin chuckled delightedly. Martin smiled and led me over to a bench with rail attached. My wrists were strapped to the rail, my ankles spread wide and strapped to the bench. I was bent over the bench, my ass raised and spread. Saul flicked a switch and suddenly a screen in front of me showed an image of me pleasuring myself in the loft above the stables. Saul laughed. 'Did you really think I didn't know what you were doing, boy, all those long afternoons?' He flicked another switch and the image changed. It was of me, strapped here to the bench, from a camera behind me. I could see my legs stretched wide and my shaved, pale ass cheeks pushed out showing my virgin pucker. As I watched Martin knelt and sniffed my butt. 'How does it smell, boy?' Asked Saul. 'Delicious Master', said Martin sniffing again. Saul strode round and, using his leather clad foot, forced Martin's head into my crack. I felt his hot breath and then his wet, hot tongue. I moaned as he pushed open my exposed asshole, then moaned more as he jabbed his tongue into my virgin pucker. I couldn't help but push back, opening my ass to this invader. My groans became louder as Martin spread my cheeks wider and pushing his head further in began to lick and eat my inner ass. Saul came and stood in front of me. On the screen my body writhed and bucked. I was gonna cum. Just from his tongue in my ass. Saul watched intently. Then, judging the time precisely, leant down and grabbed my erect nipples between his fingers and pinched. The pain was exquisite. I shuddered, groaned loudly and came, sending jets of thick, creamy jissom across the floor. 'A third time Master'? Enquired Martin. 'Yes', said Saul, 'let's drain the boy of all that juice his massive balls seem to produce so freely'. They both grinned. I watched on the screen as Saul handed Martin the thick, black dildo. My asshole felt still open, it burned and twitched with desire and the fear of the massive tool that was going to be used on it. Martin positioned the head of the thick, leather prong at my aching hole and pushed and as the large head pushed into my spittle-slicked asshole I felt indescribable feelings of pure lust. Yes, it hurt, but I knew I needed this hard, cool tool in my hot ass, I knew, too that I wanted Saul to fuck me with his cock. As Martin started fucking my wet ass with the huge dildo, Saul stood, legs powerfully apart, in front of me. He watched me as my face contorted with the pain pleasure of the invasion of my virgin ass. He saw the pleasure increase and increase, as I pushed back as much as I was able, back onto the hard, thick black cock. My whole body sweated with desire. My prostate burned so that my body writhed and my balls and cock jerked uncontrollably, I knew I was going to cum very soon. Then, on a signal from Saul that I missed in my ecstasy of lust, my ass emptied. The dildo was withdrawn. I pushed back my ass but nothing was there. The frustration was total. I groaned, moaned with unfulfilled lust. Saul placed his face next to mine. I could feel his hot breath, smell the sexual tang of his sweat. 'Please fuck me Sir, please fuck me hard' I begged him for more, I needed release. Saul laughed, 'Beg some more', he ordered. AS I begged for release, begged for cock or for the assault on my ass to continue with the dildo. He smiled. Went behind me, started slapping my ass. As Martin pulled and twisted my nipples, Saul spanked my ass hard. They made me beg more. Beg for my ass to be spanked and fucked. 'Please use my ass Sir, fuck me as hard as you need, fill my ass full of cock'. Again and again I begged. Again and again Saul slapped my ass hard. Then, with one powerful thrust, the dildo invaded me again. Saul dildo-fucked me without mercy, and after a few minutes of nipple and ass abuse I came, another flood of creamy ball juice spurted heavily on the floor, with a loud, erotic splat, splat, splat. The cords were detached and I was helped to my feet. I stood there shaking with the intensity of my final orgasm. Saul marched to me. 'What have you forgotten boy?' I did not know, I shook my head, 'I am sorry Master, what?' He pushed me down on my knees. 'Eat!' As I licked up the copious gobs of semen my cock ceased to throb but stayed hard. I felt my Master's boot on my neck making me lick the cold floor, as my shaved now red spanked ass was pushed lewdly and invitingly upwards I felt a real deep sexual satisfaction. It was no longer me experiencing events as an observer, I was doing something that defined me, I was experiencing my identity and reality. Saul was uncovering in me something I craved with every pore of my smooth, shaved skin, every deep crevice of my lonely, neglected soul. I was hauled to my feet and taken over to a wooden framework attached above to the open rafters of the barn. My arms and ankles were shackled to the timbers so my feet barely touched the floor and my legs were widely spread. Harsh clips on wires were attached to my nipples, cock and balls. The wires pulled almost taut and then attached to screws on several of the wooden uprights supporting the roof. If I moved the wires stretched my nipples, cock and balls and the clips bit deeper. Martin showed me another wide, black rubber dildo, which he lewdly greased, took round my back and jammed up my asshole in one tearing movement. It plugged my ass, kept in by a hard ridge and now a system of thin straps around my hips and thighs. Saul stood in front of me. 'I shall whip you now Ryan. Martin is here to whip you too. We shall whip you as much as I desire. But I know it is your desire too. Tell me Ryan. If you lose an erection, do we continue or stop?' 'Please, Sir', I stammered. 'Stop until I get erect again'. 'Good', said Saul, 'let us begin'. And so the whipping commenced, Over my back, thighs, flanks and ass. After some minutes I shot another load from my rigid penis, and softened. The whipping stopped, but I wanted more. I begged for more, and as I begged, and as I saw Saul pick up another riding crop my cock stiffened again and he began a judged assault on my front, ass and inner thigh. The crop occasionally flicked my balls and swollen cock head and I screamed, yelled and moaned. I flailed in my manacles and so pulled on the clips attached to my nipples, cock and balls, however I tried to shift I couldn't escape. But I stayed stiff and I knew Saul was pleased. ' Let us pleasure the boy Martin', he said. They picked up two small, soft leather whips such as I had seen Martin use that day in the loft. They started to whip my erect cock and balls. The leather stung as it hit but the pleasure was so intense I came, shudderingly and now almost painfully after only a few minutes. They continued. My cock not softening, the pain now of a kind that I can only describe as transcendentally pleasurable and after a few minutes more, I experienced orgasm again. There was hardly any semen by now. Just a thick, clotted string. But the orgasm was perhaps the most intense I had experienced and I passed out. I woke on the floor. Gobbets of my semen splattered the paving and I began automatically, instinctively, to lick. Saul laughed, delightedly. 'Martin', he said, 'We appear to have trained the boy well. I need to fuck'. My arse ached in anticipation. I longed for Saul's cock deep inside me. Martin hauled me up, I was strapped in place again, kneeling this time and a wooden bench was place in front of me. Martin leant over this provocatively, facing me and leering. Saul walked behind him, he had stripped. It was the first time I had seen him naked. His penis and balls, encircled at its root by a thick leather cockring, swung around lewdly, Thick, heavy and at least 10 inches long. His balls, heavy, large as two lemons, hung in a low, shaved sac that reached further down his inner thigh than any I had ever seen. Martin was ass up and as Saul approached I realised my punishment: Saul was to fuck Martin and not me. Saul stood behind the willing man, placed his cock against his ass and in one, powerful thrust pushed his cock deep into Martin's ass. The boy's face showed pure pleasure and the fucking was long and hard. From time to time they changed position so I could see every angle of Martin's prolonged fucking. I heard him moan, heard his whimpering pleasure, his begging for more, his grunting as the fucking got harder and harder. They were so close sometimes that I could smell the erotic scent of both men's sweat, felt it even as it splashed my body. Once, Saul's ass, as he fucked Martin like an animal, almost touched me, my nose capturing a sniff of his sweaty manscent from his deep, tanned asscrack that drove me wild with desire. And finally, just a few feet from where I knelt, unable to even stroke my rigid member, I saw Martin orgasm, shooting rope after rope of cum onto the floor in front of me. Saul withdrew, came round to Martin's face and with a few hard strokes, directed jet after jet of cum into the boy's willing face and open mouth. I groaned with frustration. I had longed for such a fucking, to taste and smell my master's cum like that ever since that first day and here was Martin getting everything I desired. Martin knew this, he winked at me, grinned lewdly and started licking the thick cream from his face. 'Release the boy, Martin' ordered Saul. I dropped to the floor, the boot on my neck again. I licked at Martin's thick, sweet cum on the stone floor. Martin was still erect, still aroused by the fucking he had received. My head was directed to his bruised, open asshole and for the first time I tasted another man's ass. I tongued eagerly and greedily as Saul helped his willing slave to his second copious orgasm. As I stood, Saul's fist closed round my cock and brought me to yet another shuddering almost dry cum, painful and pleasurable in equal measure. I must have passed out again. When I woke I was alone, the barn in darkness. I could not find my clothes and so I had to make my way naked in the early morning light back to the house. I slept fitfully into the next day, feeling the soreness of the welts over my body, dreaming each time I fell asleep of being fucked by my Master's huge and mesmerisingly powerful tool.

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Date: Wed, 10 Jan 2001 17:08:45 -0000 From: JB Subject: louka,a briefs master part 5 When we left the swimming pool. We went to a sport shop to pick up some Speedo's for the party. Louka picked the smallest ones he could find. He also bought a thong, which was to be my uniform for the party. The shop assistant was a real hunk who resembled Jansen Spencer (Paul on Neighbours.) As way of payment Louka invited the man to our party and he was obviously delighted. I could not believe that Matt knew all these places with owners who were gay and willing to do this stuff. We returned to the house and Luke was making calls to all the people on my list. While he was doing this Matt stripped down to his briefs and took my little white shorts off. " We have a visitor coming soon, Coach who takes us for P.E is coming to give you a workout. You can't be in this state for the party." It was true that I did not have much muscle definition but I was not overweight. At that moment the doorbell rung and there stood my P.E teacher. He told me to get into his car, which I did and then drove me to the sports hall at my school. When we got there he told me to take off my shorts. He made up some stupid reason for it but I was left in just my black sport briefs. He then took me through a series of excercises. Get down and do twenty press-ups he said. By this time I was too tired and collapsed on the floor after 12. " You must be punished boy, come over here." I walked over. He whipped off my briefs very quickly. He pulled a dirty jockstrap out of his pocket and told me to put it on. " You should have been wearing one of these for sport, anyway." " But sir nobody in our P.E class wears one." " I don't care boy, just shut up and take the punishment. Get into the sprint start position. I am going to spank your bare bottom with my bare hand." He did this despite my cries of pain." " Now get back to your master, I'll see you next term. Matt and I have got some real horrors for you to perform in front of your mates." He said laughing. " Please may I have my clothes back sir?" He chucked me my briefs and white shorts. I was walking outside to get changed when he dragged me back and toled me to change on the spot. It was very humiliating just being watched. I went back home and was examined by Luke, " That's much better, your in some kind of decent shape." That evening Louka rubbed my hole with lubricant and then shoved the cucumber up my bum. I was sick all over the floor as it went up. He slapped me across the back of the head and told me to clean it up. He shoved my head down to the ground and made me lick it. " Right get up to the bedroom," by this time Matt had gone home and Luke led me upstairs and pushed me onto the bed. " You are going to get some practice in for tomorrow and suck my cock," he said. I was absolutely ecstatic. He was not going to tie me down and it was a dream come true! " Beg for it." " Please sir that me suck you dry. Let me take your monster cock in my mouth and suck you hard." " You can pull down briefs with your teeth." I did this slowly and I only got them rolled to his knees, when the urging of his cock became to much and I began to suck. I was in heaven. Luke was fiddling around with me through my briefs. " Oh harder bitch harder," he screamed. I was willing to comply and kept on sucking. This paradise went on for about 10 minutes before he shouted " I am going to cum, take it boy, take it and swallow. "OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH" with that the liquid exploded into my mouth and I swallowed every last drop. It tasted a bit salty but I was so elated that it was like drinking paradise. " Oh Thankyou sir, Thankyou." " Not bad for a first timer," he said pulling up his briefs. " Now lets see did you managed to contain yourself." He bent down to my dick level and ripped down my black briefs. He closely inspected them. " Good boy, only a couple of drops of pre cum you are learning fast. Now get those off and get to sleep." I pulled my briefs off as normal but he left his light blue one's on. " Are you sleeping in my bed, Sir?" " Yes so shut up and go to sleep." He had his arms around me from the back and I could feel the bulge in his briefs rubbing against my bare bum. The soft fabric was glorious. I had to cum, I didn't know how much longer I could take not cumming. Every time his bulge rubbed it was on the verge of spurting out...

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Date: Sat, 28 Sep 2002 13:53:09 +0100 (BST) From: rimboy Subject: the riding master - part 1 This is a fantasy story involving man on man sex and s/m. It is not my intention to shock or offend, so if you are under 18 or it is illegal to read such stories where you live (you have my sympathies) please exit now. Otherwise, enjoy, remembering that this is fantasy and includes sexual practices that are unsafe in the real world. It was unusual for my father to want to see me. Since my mother left he had left me mostly alone. I'd been at school, of course, an exclusive, expensive school just about as far from home as possible and vacations had been spent with friends or abroad. There was Christmas, even my father couldn't avoid me then, but otherwise we hardly saw each other from one month to the next. I got a generous allowance every month, he'd agreed to, and paid for, almost anything I'd ever asked for, but now we were virtual strangers, embarrassed in each other's company, always searching for something to fill the looming gaps in conversation whenever we did meet. But now I was home. School finished, the future undetermined. It was the beginning of what turned out to be an idyllic summer, an almost endless succession of clear, cloudless days. A summer when I would learn more about myself than I ever had at the staid, expensive, pointless schools my father had paid for. But then I shouldn't get ahead of myself. Here I was, home without the prospect of leaving for the first time since my mother left when I was 11. Now I'm 18 and I'm walking down the impressive, wide, deeply-carpeted staircase that will lead me to my father's study. A room I have not entered, I realise with some amazement, since my father told me that my mother would not be coming back and that I was to leave the only home I had ever known for boarding school the next morning. It had been a cold, snowy February day six years ago. I knocked on the door. I don't know why, but I just assumed that that is what I should do when being interviewed. That's what it felt like, an interview. A brisk 'Come in' from inside, I turned the handle and entered. My father stood, back towards me, looking out of the window across the park. It was a picturebook scene. A clear, sunny June morning. The park was green, shadowy under the trees, dotted with the occasional deer. My father was a wealthy man; the house was large, Georgian, and exquisitely tasteful. A minor country home and one most certainly never open to the public, my father would never allow that. The park was extensive, well- managed and carefully groomed. My father was not a man who liked things out of place or untidy. My father turned. 'I should like you to meet Saul Powers, Ryan'. I realised that my father was not alone. A tall, broad-shouldered, blond- haired man was seated in a chair, facing away from the door. He stood as my father introduced him. I remember first his eyes. They were green: a pure shade of piercing, almost emerald green. He didn't smile as he extended his hand. His grip was firm, dry, and cool. His touch seemed directly linked to my cock. It moved as he shook my hand and his eyes never left mine. For the first time in my spoiled, lonely life I felt a direct, powerful connection with another person. By the time he dropped my hand I was painfully aware that I was fully erect in my tight jeans. Saul showed no signs of being in anyway affected. I had to concentrate to bring my attention back to what my father, who had turned back to gazing out of the window, was saying. 'Mr Powers is here to teach you how to ride Ryan. You know my interest in horses; I want to build up an important stable. I want you, eventually, to take it over. You need an interest. According to your school you have shown little special aptitude for anything at all. We shall try horses. Mr Powers here will teach you'. Horses? What on earth was my father thinking about? Why should an eighteen-year old boy be interested in horses? My anger at my father's complete lack of feeling for what I might want, why could he not at least have talked to me about this and not just declared that it was so, for the moment clouded my intense, physical, sexual attraction to Saul Powers. But even I, angry though I was, could not fail to read my own sexual meaning into the idea of Mr Powers being my riding master. Despite my anger I almost grinned at my father's unintended innuendo. At eighteen I am a virgin. That sounds ridiculous, I know, but it is true. It was not, even by my own critical standards, that I was unattractive. Far from it. I had thick, dark lustrous hair, a smooth olive skin that tanned effortlessly and evenly and a slim but muscular frame that had needed little training from me. I had inherited my good looks from my Italian mother, who, I was told, I should never mention again in my father's hearing. Several boys and one teacher at school had made various sexual plays for me. I don't know why I had never taken them up. Of course I had sexual yearnings. Intense, long-lasting, embarrassing erections. I masturbated frequently, sometimes even incessantly. I knew from the showers at school that I was well endowed. Very well endowed. My cock grew larger, my balls were bigger and hung lower than those of almost all the other boys at school but I had never felt the urge towards another person. Not, that is until Saul Powers. Even in my rage against my father, the most insistent thought I had throughout the interview was that I must get back to my own room where I could indulge in a prolonged, passionate and ultimately extremely messy bout of masturbation. But that was not, apparently, going to happen. I dragged my attention back to what my father was saying 'You will go with Mr Powers now. Your training will begin immediately. I am going away tomorrow on business, when I return in a month's time I expect to see results'. He shook Saul Power's hand. Murmured something I couldn't catch at which the tall, broad-shouldered man looked at me and then nodded brusquely. 'Come with me Ryan', he said, guiding me out of my father's study and striding me out of the hall, and across the wide expanse of gravel towards the stable block and staff quarters To be honest I hadn't been in this part of my father's estate for years. There had been no reason to. The staff had been efficient but distant throughout my stays at the hall over these past years and they had changed frequently. There had been no time to make even a cursory friendship and, as I have suggested, my interest in horses was non-existent. I entered the tack room, next to stables, behind Saul. I was still uncomfortably aware of my erection, still aware of my intense attraction to the man. But immediately something else caught my senses. I breathed deeply. The smell seemed to catch my erotic mood. A smell of leather, sweat, straw. Deeper notes of animal warmth, a sharp tang of horse piss. Mr Powers turned and faced me, my glance automatically went to his cock, and lingered over the bulge too long before I met his eye. A look almost of amusement passed over his face before he spoke in a calm, deep authoritative voice which seemed to take control of all my thoughts. 'I am aware Ryan that you have not been consulted over this. You have apparently no interest in horses at all. But you will learn to ride and you will ride well. I will not tolerate laziness or failure, or cruelty to the horses themselves. You will obey me as if I was your father. I repeat you will obey me and you will learn to ride. Do I make myself understood?' 'Yes sir', I managed to murmur. 'Speak more clearly boy' he said. 'I said yes sir', I repeated. 'Good', he turned away, picked up a collection of clothes and placed them on the tack table in front of me. 'Training will begin immediately. Take off your clothes and put these on'. The smell of the tack room, Mr Powers' deep, resonant voice, his powerful masculine presence meant my erection was harder than ever. How could I undress in front of this man? I thought. But, at the same time, a new thought occurred, one I had never felt before, a kind of coquettish thought. I wanted this powerful man to find me attractive; I wanted him to desire me. I started to undress. I was aroused, my nipples hard, my smooth, olive skin almost goosepimply with erotic charge. Saul didn't turn away. He watched as I stripped down to my ribbed white trunks. My cock bulged, reaching across my hip to one side. There was no disguising the fact that I was hard, and aroused. As I blushed red, a small wet patch on my trunks grew bigger and my big, balls churned visibly in the thin cotton, close- fitting trunks. For a second a definite smile played round Saul's mouth and eyes, 'I said strip boy. Everything'. I felt humiliated, but also like I thought a whore must feel. I slipped my fingers into the sides of my trunks and pulled them down. I stepped out of them and stood, legs slightly apart, and looked Saul Powers in the eye. My 9-inch cock slapped up to hit my stomach. My balls, released from their tight confines, dropped low then pulled back firm, a bead of pre formed on my cock tip, then dropped, as if in slow motion, to the rough cobbled floor. Saul Powers looked at me. He looked at me fully, piercingly, and without any signs of embarrassment or desire. 'Good. You will shave off the hair around your cock and balls and ass. If you don't do it successfully, I shall get someone else to do it to you. Do you understand?' I opened my mouth to protest, but nothing came out, I nodded and my face reddened again. 'It is better you are shaved for riding. You will feel the horse more', explained Mr Powers. He handed me a pair of soft, chamois leather pants and I put them on. They fitted perfectly, my cock bulging obscenely inside them, they laced at the back and I had to turn while Saul Powers, pulled them tight and tied the lace. 'Get dressed boy. Then come over here'. And so the lessons began. I learnt to care for a saddle and the tack; I learnt to groom my horse, to talk to it, to wash down the stable, to polish the leather. Finally after 3 days I learnt to mount the horse itself. Surprisingly, remarkably, I had an aptitude. I could see that Saul Powers thought so too. I liked the animals, I found the tack room smell deeply erotic, what's more, I took to being in the saddle as though I had been riding all my life. My training took up several hours each day. The rest of the time was my own. I masturbated furiously, incessantly, copiously. I shaved my groin every morning, not knowing whether Saul would check or not. I found this so erotic that sometimes I would cum just from the stroke of the razor. I woke painfully erect, I jerked off through the morning and evening. In front of mirrors, teasing my sensitive nipples, playing with my ballsac, exploring with my fingers the tight, wet, warm hole between my legs. And all the time I fantasised about Saul Powers, what he would do to me, how I could please him, what his huge cock (undoubtedly huge in my fantasy) would feel like between my lips or inside my ass. I was so erotically charged, so permanently horny, that I began to grow tired of my bedroom. I masturbated in the parkland, in shutdown rooms of the East wing, and then finally, in the stable block itself. I had discovered the attic, below the eaves, where straw used to be stored. The smell of the stable and tack room permeated up and I was able to strip and masturbate for hours. I did. Sometimes taking up pieces of leather tack to use. A bridle to slip over my chest and chafe my nipples, a saddle to sit astride as I came, a crop to flick at my full balls, a leather strap to tease my tight, firm ass. One day after class I watched Saul drive off into town in his car and went over to the stable block as usual. I collected some stuff and started to climb up. But something was different; I heard a noise, so I replaced the tack, then climbed up stealthily to see who or what it was. I peered round the brick dividing wall in the attic and what a sight. It was Martin. Martin was one of the stable lads. Saul's assistant really. A tall, good-looking lad. I had not had very much to do with him. We had spoken 2-3 times. Like me he seemed to adore Saul. He was totally naked apart from his work boots. He stood in profile. His large cock, almost as big as mine, hung heavily erect. He had what looked like clips on his nipples and as he turned I saw his cock was tied with a leather string or cord. In his hand he had a small, leather many- stringed whip which he brought down with some force on his swollen cock and reddened balls. I got my cock out and started jerking it. It was an erotic scene, but then he turned his back and bent down to get something out of the black leather bag that lay at his feet. He had a fine body. More muscular, older, developed than mine. No body hair, shaved I assumed. As he bent his balls swung low. The cord was tied to something that dragged them low. This was exciting. I could barely breathe with erotic charge. But it was not all, for I saw then something that really made me jolt. The whole of his ass, thighs and back were covered in a criss-cross pattern of fine red welts. Some older ones had turned to the purple black of bruises but others were obviously freshly made. He took a long, black phallus shaped thing from his bag, greased it from a tube, then placed it on the floor and squatted over it. After a moment's adjustment he sat on the black cock and it slid up his whipped ass, a sigh of pleasure came from him as he began to slide up and down on the dildo, faster and faster, whipping his cock and balls with the small whip. His cock swelled, his whipping became more frantic and his squatting more deep until eventually his cock exploded. Shots of creamy white cum jetted across the floor. I counted 8, no 9, before he stopped. He fell back onto the floor and sighed. The phallus still up his ass looked lewdly huge, stretching his asshole. He gradually eased out the huge black thing, sniffed, then laid it down. He started to undo the clips and cord and then to collect his things. I had not come. I went back down and hid in the tack room until Martin had left then I went back up. His cum was still there. I scooped some up with my fingers, sniffed it, it smelled so cool, so sexy, that I licked my fingers. I was horny beyond imagining at what I had witnessed. I went back down, stripped and got up onto the saddle, I started to jerk off. Imagining the clips, the weighted cord, the dildo and, most of all, the whipping. I came with a tremendous force. Jets of thick cockcream landed across the saddle, floor and wall opposite. I slumped exhausted but still hard. I wanted more; I wanted to try a whip on myself. But then I heard a car; I jumped down, and got dressed quickly. I cleaned up as best I could and was just opening the tack room door as Saul Powers was coming in. 'What are you doing here boy?' 'I thought I left something, Sir, but I was mistaken'. I tried to slip past him and walk away. 'Come back here now boy'. He raised his voice to me for the first time. I stopped, went back, he closed the door. He strode over to the tack table and saddle bar. To my horror I noticed two large gobs of white spunk still drooled down the saddle. He followed my eye. Ran his fingers through the semen and sniffed it. 'Come here boy'. I walked over, dreading what would come next, but also rock hard in my jeans. 'Is this your semen boy?' 'Yes, sir'. I stammered, blushing from head to toe. 'Lick it up'. I couldn't believe my ears. 'I said, lick it up'. There was no question but that I should do it. His command, shocking though it was, was suddenly exactly what I wanted to do. I bent and licked the still warm spunk from the leather. Then he stuck his fingers to my mouth and made me lick those. After several seconds of exploring my mouth with his fingers he stepped away. 'I shall punish you for this boy, I shall punish you very hard. Do you understand?' 'Yes sir, I am really sorry sir'. 'Too late, boy, to be sorry. Be at the old barn at 9 this evening. If you are late the punishment will be much worse'. I walked back to the house and, despite my fear at what was to come, I couldn't wait to get to my room. Once there I stripped, and used my cock harshly until I experienced one of the most intense, copious orgasms of my young life.

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Date: Sun, 13 Jan 2002 09:54:54 0000 From: badbadthing@mailcity.com Subject: FuckToy (BadBadThing) ( MM, oral, anal, rough, twink) [1!1] FuckToy By BadBadThing Since everyone else does it, I guess I better too. None of this is real. It's all made up. Even the real stuff. Especially the real stuff, cuz if it was real that would be illegal and I wouldn't want to do anything illegal, again. Oh yea, and you can archive this not real story if people can read it, in its entirety, for free. If you have to pay to read it, piss off until you send me some money. Nifty, ASSGM, ASSTR, & Deja and whoever else that lets you read this in its entirely without paying for it in any way (including age verifyers) are cool, in other words and may have free & fair use of it. If you like what you read, do a search at the usual places and find my other works. Also, if you like it and want more, stroke my ego (or any other part you like) by writing me at badbadthing@mailcity.com. Remember, writers here work for one thing, your praise, so pay well! -+- I was horny. I was 19 years old and I was HORNY. I also was still living with my mother & her husband after having blown outta college with a GPA so low that you can't get it by just not showing up, you actually have to work to get it *that* low! It was mid-spring and lusciously warm, as spring goes, and I was going nuts. The neighbor kid who looked like a brick shit house, hung, dumb, 18-year-old jock, but was only really 14 (barely!) had been out front wearing football scrimmage shorts (you know, the ones that lace up the crotch) and nothing else, tossing a football with his little brother and all I could do was watch. Zane was so redneck straight it reeked, but had a body that was built to be used. Unfortunately I knew he only used it on girls. That was 3 hours ago, just before sunset and I still hadn't had a moments peace to yank my crank, between my mom yelling for me, the idiot she was married to wandering around aimlessly, and my sister coming in and out and in and out. I was near exploding from the semen build up and testosterone overload. I decided action had to be taken. Yelling some lame ass excuse as I hustled out the door, I dove in the p.o.s. Nova I owned and tore outta there as fast as I could without attracting the attention of the local small town cop. Now I wasn't anything great, but I had enough ... some thing. It wasn't cutes, it wasn't hots, it was - let's just call it 'looks', to get the attention of some of the right people, some of the right time. Dark hair that was growing out (just below shoulder length), tall (over 6'2"), and lanky (145lbs on a good day), I had a fair package (7"-ish) and kept it wrapped tight in string bikinis and thongs I liked to wear. Usually 501's that were form fitting, and a tee shirt, and I would prowl. Tonight I wanted fucked! That simple, that plain, I wanted a fat, long, thick, cock shoved up my ass *hard*. I hit the interstate and rolled north a dozen miles to the rest area that was there, where I had blown a few of the boys from the juco north of here or a few cocks from the college boys that attended the school south of here. Toss in a couple of the odd travelers, and I had gotten to know this place pretty well. Its funny, that was before the Internet had really gotten strong. I stopped by there the other day and hung out for a half hour and the only action that I found was legit travelers and so on. Ah, you can't go back... but I digress. I pull in to the rest stop, hopped out, locked up my p.o.s. & made a circuit to see who was what. Nothing to be seen, but on my way back, a new player pulled in. He's got a faded tan escort looking thing and when he gets out he also has my full, total, complete attention. FUCK, he was gorgeous! Young, maybe 19 or 20 like me, a little shorter, tight built body, dirty blond hair that was fantastic, and he begged to be used for pleasure. He walked into the men's side and I followed as soon as I figured he wasn't there for the water. Inside, I found him primping in front of the mirror, so I tried to act cool, thinking that maybe he wasn't cruising, but instead just taking a minute to check his look, but after he was done, he came over to the pisser beside mine and took a stand, too. I glanced, he glanced, I glanced, *we* glanced and it was electric! Oh. My. Gawds! "Wanna," he asked with jerk of his head. Oh yeah, I 'wanna' bad, I thought, "Yeah," was all I could manage, nodding like a back window Chihuahua. "Wait a few seconds, then follow me in my car after you get out there," he said, stuffing his cock back in and zipping up. I didn't care if he was going to hell for a room, I was all his and was going to follow him for sure. Well, we pulled outta the rest stop, me following his taillights and got off at the next exit, but he kept going. 'Weird,' I thought, but we kept going. Take a side road, turn. Take another, turn. Finally, in the middle of nowhere, early corn fields miles up and down the roads to either side and a small stand of hedge trees right here, he stopped. I pulled in and got out. "I'm sorry, I thought you had a place," I said, a little disappointed that I wasn't going to get the fucking I so badly wanted, knowing I'd have to settle for a hand job or swallowing a quick load of cum. As he walked to me, I stopped by the trunk, at the rear of his car. He reached out, putting his hand on the back of my neck, and pulled me to him, "no, I live north, over an hour from here. This will do," and with that, he pulled me to him and kissed me hard and deep. I'd never kissed another boy before and in a split second I realized what a fucking idiot I had been. My gawds, he could kiss, kiss like I've only been kissed a couple times since, kiss me deep and long, his tongue dancing with mine, with a hand on my crotch, kissing me so good my knees literally went weak and I nearly came! "No," he said, pilling his mouth from mine, "I want more." And with that he ripped the buttons of my 501s open, pulled me to him, cupping my ass and kissed me again. This time wasn't nearly so long, as he pulled away again, spun me around, yanked my jeans and bikinis to my ankles, shoved me against the car, bent me over, pulled my feet as wide as they could using my thighs and stuffed his face in my ass, rimming me for all he was worth!. Oh My. GAWDS! I'd never been truely rimmed before and this dude was a pro! He tongued my ass like he had to to live! By now I was moaning and rolling my head and overloading from the sensations of the warmth of his body, the soft thrusting of his tongue, the hard metal of the car, and the coolness of the night air. "Dude.." I started. "No," he said, standing up behind me, his jeans falling to the ground, his red Y fronts falling near as fast, "no, nothing at all," he said, "nothing but this..." With that he rubbed his naked cockhead up my crack once, twice, found my hole and shoved it in. Sinking it deep, probably half way, I thought, I threw my head back and moaned, my near naked body being pressed against the metal, my cock throbbing, pinned between, and him, leaning over me, taking me by the wrists, drawing me out, spread across his trunk, stuffing his cock up me hard. He pulled back and shoved again, out, then again, out then once more, I could finally feel his stomach against my ass. He pulled me back, down onto him, pushing in a little deeper yet and leaned down on top of me, his face by mine, his tongue forcing its way into me, his mouth sealing to mine, his tongue starting to fuck me with the same intensity as his bare cock in my ass. The throbbing was amazing. My whole body throbbed as his cock throbbed deep in my ass, his precum and spit from before lubing me for the fuck of my life. Nailed to the car he fucked me forever. It was amazing. Over and over, neat to the edge, and then back, using me, making sure I knew I was his toy, his fucktoy. Finally, he pulled his mouth from mine, "Ask," he said, "ask for it." "Please," I gasped, drawing the first breath that was only my own, in what felt like forever, "please, use me, fuck me, cum in me, anything... anything you want." "Yeah fuck, you want it, ," my cock rubbing on the car, gliding on precum, near to cumming myself, "fuck yeah bitch, I'll breed your ass, I'm gonna fucking use you more," His alto voice dancing in my ear, my cock straining, I moaned, cum spewed over the back of the car, I fell limp, letting him be in total control, " yeah, that's my boy, take me, take my load fag, take my fucking seed! His cock swelled and spewed jizz, cum filling my guts he was so deep in me, pinning me, holding me to the car, I was so his. Finally, after another eternity, he both managed to stand, as he gently pulled his cock from my ass. I stood on shaky legs, he leaned forward and kissed me again, first my lips, then my chin, then my neck, then a nipple, then down to my stomach where he lapped the smeared cum from my body. After a minute, he had finished and opened the door to his car, rolled sideways and fell in. Oh my gawds, I noticed, he was still mostly hard. I dropped to my knees and sucked him in to my mouth. He wasn't huge like I thought, just big and a decent girth, but fuck he was great! As I sucked him, I tasted his naked dick, his cum, and the flavor of my ass and I loved it! He leaned back and moaned. As I bobbed my head I could feel his load sloshing in my ass. Soon, very soon, much faster that I hoped, he shuddered and blew a load deep in my mouth. I hadn't noticed that he'd been barefoot all through this until now, and as I greedily swallowed his cum, I watched as his calves drew tight and his toes curled while his dick throbbed in my mouth. Finally, I pulled off his now clean cock and stood, him following me a moment later. "Where can I find you," I asked, knowing I wanted him forever. "I'm a hairdresser," he said, naming some place in a town that was an hour north of here, like he'd said. "Can... can I... would you, I mean, can I call and... "Yeah," he said, "call. You are good. I can be a pretty good fucktoy, too. 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Date: Thu, 19 Jul 2001 22:12:19 -0400 From: Sidney Gittler Subject: Timmy in Chains 3 Timmy-In-Chains 3 By Sid G Captain Morgan's musings were interrupted when Hercules brought a cleaned but very beaten slave into Captain Morgan's office. The giant African-American hooked the boy's manacled hands then pushed a button raising the terrified boy until his feet were off the ground. Hercules looked at his boss who waved him out. "I don't want to be disturbed until I ring for you." "Yes sir," Hercules said and departed. "Forgive me master. I don't know what," Roger started pleading. "Silence boy or I'll think that you did do something wrong." Roger shook his head furiously until Morgan put up his hand. "I have some questions and you have no choice but to answer truthfully. How is your training going?" "I've never experienced anything like it, never hurt like this, even after the car wreck. But I'm learning to be a good slave and a good slut and I know it's the life I was meant for." "You will be able to be the leader in the barracks?" A smile flickered across Roger's bruised face. "My trainer is not alone in beating me, but I don't think the other boys will try it again." "So that's really what happened to Amos," the Captain said. Another smile. "You mentioned a car wreck. Tell me about it. Who was in it?" "All four of us. We were driving home from a Met's game at Shea Stadium when Dad swerved into the next lane and we got smashed by a bus and the car rolled over one and a half times." "He was drunk?" "Of course, but he was so trapped and injured that by the time they tested him he was just under the limit." "A shame he survived." "If he'd died I wouldn't be here so it was for the best." The Captain smiled and pressed a button that lowered Roger just enough so his feet were flat on the ground. "That's your reward, you can just as easily be punished." "Thank you Master." "How about you and Timmy?" "I broke my left leg in two places and they had to remove my spleen. Lots of bruises. Doctor was amazed at how quickly I healed though, was out of the casts in three weeks." "Excellent, and Timmy." Roger shook his head. "He'd been out on his feet on the way back to the car so Dad threw him over his shoulder and then into the backseat without strapping him in. With the swerve he came toward me and when the bus hit he was thrown through one of the windows face first. I saw blood gush out and he had to be hit by the car as it rolled," Roger took a breath, "I knew he was dead." "How long did it take him to recover?" "They loaded me into the same ambulance he was in and he stood and hugged me when they put me in. There wasn't a scratch on him, not a bruise nothing." "Amazing, can you remember other times he'd been hurt or cut and healed remarkably?" "Is Timmy OK?" "Because he's your brother I'll forgive you, but if you dare ask a question of me again you will be punished. Timmy is fine and doing remarkably well. Now answer the question boy." "Thank you my Master. Last year, no the year before he fell out of the tree in the backyard. I heard the bone snap and he was screaming his fucking head off. I ran in, called 911 before calling Mom at work. We got to the hospital and they rolled him into the emergency room. Fifteen minutes later they called me and Mom in and started yelling at us for the prank until the EMS gal said she'd felt the break. There was no sign of a break, of any injury." "You told me the truth about what you and your friends did to him last weekend?" "Yes sir, and more after you'd gone." Captain Morgan turned on the big monitor and Timmy stretched out on the rack quickly came into focus. "That's a live shot Roger. Since he started his training he's been whipped several times, including this morning with a bullwhip for forty-five minutes. Do you see a mark on him?" "No Sir." Captain Morgan hit a button on the phone. "Yes sir," a voice Roger didn't recognize said. "At the mark lower him till his ass is just grazing the bed then whip him with the cat for a half hour before releasing him." "Sir, if I may." "I know what you're feeling, but this must be done," the Captain said and stabbed the button. Minutes later a large white man in his twenties appeared and followed the Captain's orders. "That's your brother's trainer, one of the best in the business. Watch." Master and slave watched. The slave in awe as the young boy took the punishment. The older brother unnerved seeing the result of his actions. But unable to move his eyes away, even after Timmy passed out. When the whipping ended Morgan turned the monitor off. "I will be with him tonight and he will suffer even more. I will cut him deeply with a knife and by the time you see him in the morning there won't be a mark on him. Do you agree? The truth." "I'm sure you're right Master." Morgan pushed another button on the phone. "Yes Sir," Hercules said. "I'm ready to go home and we're bringing Roger with us. You and Dave can have some fun." "Yes Sir, I'll be right there." Timmy stood where he'd been left. Free to move around the dungeon but knowing better. From the other side of the room he heard a door open then footsteps before Captain Morgan finally came into view. Unlike the first times they'd met his master was dressed in tight fitting denim shorts and an open light denim short-sleeve shirt. As he approached Timmy saw Morgan's erection straining his shorts then his eyes moved up to his muscular arms and realized that he was in for a lot of torment even if Captain Morgan never took him near a machine. And he wanted the man to hurt him, abuse him, torture him and most of all fuck him. "Your trainer has given glowing reports of your training," Morgan said and punched Timmy in the stomach. "Thank you sir." "He said you have special talents as a slave," a kick in the balls and Timmy sagged to his knees. "Even Egor and Roger seem impressed," a knee to the head and Timmy sprawled face downward on the floor. "And so is your master," a kick to the head sent Timmy into unconsciousness. When the young slave woke he hung spread-eagled in the center of the room. Every inch of his body exposed to his master's whim. What he felt wasn't pain but hands gently feeling every inch of his body that a finger could touch. Including those most private areas. Well private for a free person at any rate. Timmy sighed. "Ah, you're awake. We can begin. You are being tested my young slave and how you do will close some doors for you and open others. More questions will arise than will be answered." Timmy listened to his master but it didn't make sense. If he failed would he be kicked out on the street? He had to be good enough to be a slave whore. "You have quite a remarkable body, so smooth and fine. Not a mark on it. How is that possible my boy? Are you an alien or some kind of mutant?" Morgan left the confused boy and walked to a stand and picked up a cane and showed it to Timmy. The twelve-year-old gasped. Metal spikes ranging from an eighth to a full inch lined the barrel. Timmy watched his master step back, bring the cane back like a baseball bat and swing it full force into his chest. The force of the blow knocked his wind out and embedded the spikes into his skin. Morgan had to yank it to get it out. Timmy screamed. Captain Morgan smiled. Then hit him again and again. Slowly covering every inch of Timmy's body except his eyes. Blood flowed freely. Morgan finally dropped the cane and got a chain and wrapped it tight around the boy's cock and nuts, then hung a five-pound weight on it. This was followed by a twelve-inch by six-inch vibrating studded dildo shoved up his ass, while it was vibrating. "Comfortable, good," Morgan laughed, "don't go anywhere cause I'll be right back with another toy." Morgan's eyes went wide when Timmy nodded his obedience. He walked around to the hanging slave's back and looked closely. Some of the shallow cuts had almost disappeared without a trace. Timmy tried tracing his actions and words from the time his master picked him and his brother up. What action put his future as a slave-whore in doubt? A click and a motor starting up broke his concentration. Seconds later he realized he was on a vertical rack and the chains around his wrists and ankles were stretching his twelve-year-old body. The bat crack on his ass forced the vibrating dildo further and further up his anus, past the prostate and into his intestines. The pain in his muscles distracted him every muscle and bone stretched to its limits. Timmy wanted to cry out, scream, beg his master to turn it off. But didn't. If he'd displeased his master, or even if it was just for fun, if his master wanted to tear him apart he accepted it as his place. Special sensors in the room turned off the motors moments before the first muscle and ligaments would have torn free from the bone. Morgan dropped the bat and rammed a plug well inside his slave's ass so the dildo wouldn't slip out. Then he slipped a hood over Timmy's head and tightened it. Leaving the boy, blind and deaf but with plenty of air, though the boy didn't know it. The hood was made of soundproofing material so the Captain wouldn't hear the boy's screams, not that they would have bothered him a bit. The slave master sat on a table, pulled his cock out and flicked a switch. Six mechanical whips pelted every inch of the slave. Four bullwhips plus two cats took their turns. One cat attacked his face and neck. The other his cock and balls. After five minutes Morgan turned the intensity up followed by a speed increase five minutes later. Then repeated the sequence twice more until both where on ten. At the beginning Timmy struggled to stay still but that was impossible. Not knowing his master couldn't hear him he bit his lower lip hard enough to draw blood just as a blow hit the spot. Periodically he screamed but never begged. Eventually he gave in and passed out. His body kept reacting so it took a while for Morgan to notice. He hit the kill switch and the whips stopped and withdrew. Morgan pushed himself off the table and led by his ranging, leaking hard-on walked over, checked the boy's pulse and took the hood off. After checking the knifes' sharpness he walked out of the room. Down the hall Roger waited in a smaller dungeon. The fourteen-year-old rode from the boy-slave club in lower Manhattan to his master's mansion in the limo's trunk and by the time Hercules pulled him out his master was out of sight. A flick of one big black finger and Roger followed the man. His only thoughts were not to fall and embarrass his trainer or his master. And Timmy was somewhere inside. Once inside the dungeon Hercules locked him in a wooden stock. Roger's head and wrists were immobilized and Hercules put leg irons on each ankle before disappearing. Sometime later Hercules returned with the young white man Roger had seen on the monitor in his master's office. "Slave, this is your brother's trainer." "Good evening sir." The man took one step and delivered a hard slap to Roger's face. "Nobody gave you permission to talk boy. You've got a long way to go before you're half the slave your little brother is." Roger hung his head. Hercules and Dave lowered the stock's crossbar forcing Roger to bend and stick his naked ass out. "We're going to fuck your worthless boy pussy, but first you've got a new toy to play with. Roger smiled. "You're as bad as your baby bro. He just loves being tortured," Dave said. Roger sobbed and raised his hand. "You want to know how he is?" Dave asked. Hercules' big paw stopped Roger's nod and made it a shake. "What you really want to know you piece of white trash is when your torture's starting." Roger smiled and nodded vigorously. The two masters laughed. "Well, when I left him in shackles in our master's dungeon he was fine. But that was a while ago," Dave shrugged, "to answer your other question." Dave jabbed a button and Captain Morgan's Enhanced Spanking Machine sprang into action. The first blow followed the basic model, right across both cheeks with a paddle. The next four followed the next model with several other paddles set to attack ass and thighs from all angles. At the end of the first five Roger's firm butt shone pink. The sixth blow was the Captain's special addition. After a pause a board popped up from between Roger's spread legs and whacked his exposed cock and balls with a carved out piece of granite. "That's your first taste," Hercules said as he adjusted some knobs. "The full session will be at least thirty minutes and you won't be able to guess when or where the next hit will land. But then it won't be long before you don't care." Roger nodded and his balls got smashed again. To honor his trainer and masters Roger did everything he could not to scream, cry and most of all beg for mercy. He succeeded for a long time, mainly because that was the last hit on his cock. His ass and thighs went from pink to red to black and blue. The slave cried and screamed for the last ten minutes but he never begged. "I'll go first," Hercules said as he placed his cock at Roger's rosebud." "But you had him once," Dave said. "Oh, all right. Why does the black guy always get sloppy seconds? Just don't stretch him to badly with that itty-bitty thing of yours." "You mean this?" Dave said as he rubbed the head of his eight hard inches on Roger's lips. He let the boy lick the head for a couple of minutes before taking Hercules' place. Without word or warning Dave thrust one hard stroke until his pubic hair was resting on the slave's cheeks. He immediately started a long slow fuck. Each thrust in lifted Roger's bound feet off the platform. The tool sliding back and forth on his prostate soon had the boy hard and leaking. When Roger realized that he panicked because he didn't have permission to cum. Fortunately his fright killed the erection. Slowly it returned, harder than he'd ever been. "You have permission to cum boy, as often as your puny body can," Hercules said. Roger sighed, smiled and shot his first load all over the floor. He never lost his erection and when Dave finally filled his innards he came again. Hercules used Dave's cum to ease his ten hard thick inches into the moaning slave. No boy, not even the most experienced slut could take the monster tool hard, fast and dry. The real reason Dave always went first. Like his lover the big black man took his time screwing the slave who was clearly enjoying every second. Didn't even flinch when he dug his coarse pubic hair into the slave's still red-hot cheeks. Roger didn't believe how big the cock inside him was. Nor how good it made him feel. How hard it made him. How close he was to coming for a third time. All without anyone touching his prick. As Roger shot the load he screamed, clenched his ass muscles around Hercules's throbbing tool and brought the fully inserted man over the brink. Meanwhile back in Captain Morgan's dungeon Timmy stirred and sensors beeped in Morgan's office while he watched goings on at his clubs on secure closed-circuit monitors. A VCR attached to each one. A glance revealed Timmy looking around. He zoomed the camera in and saw most of the marks were gone. So only three steps left, and the third scared even him. The final test to prove or disprove if Timmy was indeed the one. A slave with talents a master might kill to possess. And he knew at least one who would try. As the slave owner entered the room he anticipated the first part to be the most pleasurable for both him and the youngster. Neither would get any pleasure from the second, while the boy might not mind he wouldn't like it. Morgan knew neither would like the third. Timmy heard the door open and watched his master, the owner of his body and soul, approach. He called upon his waning strength to straighten up in his hanging rack. Every muscle and joint ached and he knew another notch meant serious injury. But the only thing concerning him as his master undressed was could he please his master in whatever came next. Once naked Morgan ran his hands over the remarkably smooth skin. How many males had he tortured or seen used? Couldn't remember. He knew of hundreds who'd endured a quarter of what this small boy had and been scared for life. More, including grown and experienced men who'd broken emotionally and physically with less than half. Without being psychic or asking Morgan knew the only thing on the boy's mind was pleasing his master. A man who ranked among the greatest trainers and slave owners in the eastern United States slowly reduced the pressure on his newest slave's arms and legs before letting Timmy hit the floor. Instantly the boy got on his hands and knees and looked up like a dog waiting for his master's signal. Morgan scratched behind his ears and Timmy sighed at the small sign of approval. He followed his owner through the dungeon, not flinching at the scarier pieces of equipment he'd never seen or experienced. When his master stopped Timmy stopped at healing position and sat on his haunches. "Up you go boy, get on the table and lay flat on your back," the Captain said. Timmy did it so fast he didn't notice the nails until his ass landed on them. As he lay back he looked around for something that could come down on him and press him onto the nails like the iron maiden but didn't. Morgan's yanking his heels up and thrusting his cock into Timmy's rosebud refocused the boy's attention. "Son, there are two more tests after this one. I know we could go directly to the last but I don't think either one of us wants to skip this one." Timmy felt the Captain continue pressing through his sphincter and smiled as he ignored the nails digging into and dragging through his back. Sighed when he felt his master's pubic hair rub against his tenderized butt. Morgan slowly stroked and watched the boy's blood drip between the nails. As he listened to skin tear he felt tears on his cheek and wondered what was happening to him. He'd never felt this way about a slave. Never called one `son' even to make a badly injured slave feel better. He picked up the pace, torn between wanting to make it last and make the worthless piece of trash suffer and getting it over quickly and let the special boy he was making love to off the bed of nails quickly. Morgan pounded the slave's ass, faster and harder. He felt his cock grow and throb as the boy screamed in lust and pain. The master looked into the slave's eyes and saw love, lust, pain and trust. He reached over and caressed the boy's face and filled his ass with his seed. "Did I pass the test Master?" Timmy said. "Yes my boy, you know you passed it. Now can you get up or do you need help?" Timmy gritted his teeth and pushed himself off the bed of nails. Ignoring the further ripping of skin and flow of blood. He knelt in front of his master. "Stand and walk behind me slave. You've earned the right to be a boy-slave not a dog." A smile bigger and prouder than any that ever crossed Timmy's face appeared as he stood up straight. The pain that permeated from his neck to ravaged asshole disappeared. When they reached the regular rack Timmy jumped up and got into position. "Is this the second test?" "This is where it's going to take place," Morgan said as he attached to the restraints. "You're going to spend the night stretched tighter than you've ever been and with a kicker attached. In the morning there'll be a surprise and the final test." Timmy nodded and waited as the Captain pushed the button that started stretching the young slave. He turned a knob so the sensors would stop the machine three notches past normal. Further to six. When the machine stopped moving Timmy was completely off the table. Morgan checked the restraints and turned away. When he returned he held a large sharp hunting knife in his left hand. Wordlessly he cut the boy deeply above each breast, through and below the rib cage. The look in the boy's eyes was puzzlement. "Timmy, listen to me boy." "Yes Master." "In the morning I will explain everything to you. Just know if things go like I expect it will only prove that you are one special boy. I know you don't understand now but you have to trust me." "I do my Master." Captain Morgan kissed Timmy's forehead and walked out. After he regained his composure Morgan walked down the hall and into the second dungeon. Hercules and Dave were whipping Roger who was now hanging from the rafters. Feet nowhere near the ground. "Let him down and release him," Morgan said softly and was instantly obeyed. Morgan pointed to his feet and Roger crawled over and kissed the foot. "Boy, if things go well tonight we are one test away from a miracle. And you are going to be part of that miracle. Now, Hercules is going to lock you in here for the night unchained. Don't do anything stupid and get a good night's sleep." "Sir?" Hercules said. "Do as I say. We are so close, so damn close that it scares me. This one's going to go through enough in the morning so let him have a good nights sleep." Morgan turned and walked out the door. Dave entered the Captain's dungeon the next morning carrying a dog dish full of food and two bottles of Gatorade. After placing Timmy's first meal in almost a day on the floor he walked over to the rack. Once again he shook his head in amazement, there wasn't a mark on the boy, not a sign of a scar. Shock when he realized the settings. Stretched out as far as if not further than the most experienced slaves the twelve-year-old was sleeping without an inch of his body touching the table. Dave reached out and shook the boy's shoulder. Timmy came wide awake, looked around and saw his trainer. "Sir." "It's morning and I've brought you something to eat. I've got to let you down slowly though, too fast and I will injure you." Timmy nodded and sighed as the first pressure came off his shoulders, hips and knees. He felt exhausted despite knowing he'd slept. "Sir, am I healed?" "Haven't seen your back but not a mark on your chest from where our master cut you. You're an amazing boy." "Thank you Sir. Master hinted at something last night. Another test, something special. Do you know what he was talking about?" "It's not my place to say anything. He is as much my master as yours. Nor is it our place to expect him to say anything before he is ready," the trainer said. "I understand Sir," Timmy said and moaned as his rear finally touched the table. Ten minutes later the trainer helped the slave boy off the rack and led him over to the food. It took twenty for the boy to carefully eat and drink everything so he wouldn't throw up like Egor had. "May I use the bathroom Sir?" Dave realized the expected mess hadn't been on the rack. Somehow, no forget somehow he realized. This boy was special. He motioned Timmy to stand and led him to a small bathroom in the corner and let him have some rare privacy. When Timmy emerged Dave led him to the center of the room where the hanging rack had been. Almost immediately Captain Morgan entered followed by Roger in shackles and then Hercules. Both boys successfully fought the urge to run to the other. Just glad to see each other was all right. Morgan walked over to Timmy and examined the boy. "If I hadn't done it myself, if I hadn't seen the blood and cuts with my own eyes." "How are you boy? Strength ok?" Morgan asked. "Fine Master," Timmy said. "Is that the truth? You had a hard night." "Yes Sir." "Sir, when I arrived to feed the slave per your instructions he was sleeping soundly," Dave said. Morgan nodded and walked over to the table. He looked at the bloody knife from the night before and picked up its twin. Slowly he walked over to Roger then quickly slashed his chest before stabbing him in the stomach. Roger screamed as blood poured from him. When Morgan nodded Hercules released his grip and the boy fell to the ground writhing in pain. "Why Master?" Timmy said. "This is your final test. Heal your brother." Timmy walked over and knelt next to Roger. "You promised never to tell." "I swear I didn't. I told our master about the accident and your recovery, but that's it. I'm sorry Timmy. But I need you to do it again." "It's ok," Timmy said and sighed, laying Roger on the floor. Timmy put one hand on the stomach wound and the other over his own heart then closed his eyes. While Timmy and the three men remained silent Roger continued to moan and writhe in pain. Pain which appeared to worsen rather than vanish. "The blood's stopped," Hercules gasped and Morgan slapped him without turning an inch. But the big black man was right. Several minutes later Timmy moved the hand from the stab wound, no from where the stab wound had been for no mark remained. He slowly moved his hand over the deep chest slashes. With the first touch the blood stopped, the second and third healed them. The fourth and final removed all marks. Timmy continued in silence removing the other marks from Roger's face and body. His last step was to take hold of each shackle and gently pry it open, freeing his big brother. Roger took Timmy in his arms and they both cried. Morgan knelt besides the boys, put an arm around each and brought them close to him. "Master, I know it is not my place to ask but you said that if I passed the tests you would tell me what this is all about." "Normally I'd string you back up and have Hercules and Dave spend the morning whipping you for that, but you've earned it and more than that you're entitled. It's just that I've waited over forty years to meet you and there are older masters who are still waiting to meet someone like you. Hercules, bring sodas for all of us, and when you return I'll begin. Dave, bring Egor." "Timmy, Roger," Morgan began as soon as they were alone, "when I'm finished you have the choice to remain with me as slaves or free men or to leave my home and return to your parents or wherever you choose. But I will be honest, whether as slaves or free men you will be better off and safer under my care. And no questions or interruptions until I'm finish. Ok?" Timmy turned to his older brother. "We will listen master and then make our decision together. Can I ask one question while we're waiting?" Roger said. "Yes." "This means that our days as whores are over?" Morgan nodded as the doors reopened and Hercules entered through one and Dave and Egor through the other. Timmy saw Egor's hands were handcuffed behind his back. He brought his own wrists together, then apart. Morgan nodded and Dave removed them. Hercules handed out cans of soda and joined the others on the floor where he could instantly lunge between Morgan and anybody else. Though he knew that that precaution was unnecessary. Morgan finished one can and took a second from Hercules. "I've stalled as long as I can, it's now time to explain. As you can well imagine I'm not the only slave master in the world, nor the only one specializing in boys. There are two others in Manhattan alone. This is an old and proud tradition. Roger, your trainer is the tenth in his family to be a master and he's training his adopted son to be the eleventh. In parts of the world there are groups hundreds of years old. "We are all connected in one way or another. We trade slaves and if another's customer arrives at my door with the proper sign I welcome him right away. "As is normal with a community if you will that has lasted so long various traditions and legends arise. One tradition is to release our slaves on their eighteenth birthday, or if they choose make other arrangements for them. One of the legends is that of the chosen one. A very special slave." Timmy squirmed as the Captain looked at him. Timmy took a sip of his soda and moved closer to Roger, taking his older brother's hand. "The boy is said to appear every generation or every century depending on which version. The first criterion is that he's young and is brought into the world of bondage and torture suddenly and quickly. Roger took care of that last Friday. That's right, it hasn't even been a week yet. "The second is the boy is a natural slave. Not just submissive but willingly so. He knows that slavery and being bound and tortured is his place in the world and wants to live in our world. You've certainly proved that Timmy." Timmy smiled and nodded. "Actually in many ways you met those qualifications too Roger. Except you also like to be in charge. Even now you're looking after your little brother. Even though you were willing to sell him to me and walk away." The smile on Roger's face vanished, replaced by sobbing. Timmy took his brother's face in his hands and kissed him on the lips. "Brother, you told me why you did everything and it's come true. I'm far better off than staying with father. If he'd ever realized my healing abilities he'd have sold me in other ways. Don't cry, don't feel bad." Timmy kissed him again. "And that is the third sign. This innocent masochist can endure extreme physical abuse and then heal himself. No matter what is done to him, internal and external injuries heal almost instantly. Leaving no physical or emotional scars. Your trainer can permanently scar a grown man with one flick of a bullwhip and yet you show no sign of forty-five minutes of hard abuse with the whip less than a day ago. And you shot your load at the end of it. You fell asleep on the rack when most men would have screamed the night away. "And the final test is healing someone else." Egor crawled over to Morgan. "Slave 2 can heal the scar on my back?" "May I Master?" Timmy said. "It's an old scar slave 2, from when I was first taken to the orphanage. They burned their brand into me." Morgan nodded and Timmy motioned Egor over. He examined his friends back, traced the brand and some other old marks. He put one hand on the brand and the other on his own heart. Minutes later Egor started crying and Roger cradled the Russian's head. Ten, fifteen minutes later Egor's breathing returned to normal and he sat up. He reached around and found smooth skin where the brand had been. "It's a miracle." He moved over to the Captain. "See Master, my old owner's mark is gone. I belong only to you now." "Well done Timmy, you are truly the chosen one," Morgan said. "This feels so weird. A week ago I knew I was gay with some special healing powers Roger and I never ever talked about. Now to find my true place in life and that I was predicted in a legend. Too much," Timmy said. "Too cool," Roger said. Morgan looked at the three boys and knew they'd never leave his care. He'd known there was something special about them from the first time he'd met each one. While he cared for all the slaves in his care these were special. Timmy leaned over and whispered in his big brother's ear for a minute. When he was done Roger closed his eyes for a moment then nodded. "We will stay as slaves for that is what we are meant to be Master. There is no doubt in Timmy or my mind and heart that this is where we are loved and meant to be." "I'm glad. But there is something more you want to know." The brothers nodded. "You will live here and be educated and continue your training as slaves. That includes you Egor. Timmy, when I need you to heal a slave I will either bring him here or bring you to him. But that will only be for serious injuries, most customers like their slaves to look experienced. I have to reveal your existence to fellow masters and some may ask to test you for themselves." Timmy nodded, "I understand and will comply my Master." Morgan smiled back, "but boy, that's the rub, that's the rub." The End? To be continued? Well they will be back, some place, some time.

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Date: Sat, 29 Jun 2002 22:26:41 EDT From: Skymt83@aol.com Subject: Jackie and Me This is a story about teen and pre teen boy's having sex. If this upsets you please read no further. If you're under the legal age where you live it's against the law to read it so go away. Send any comments to Jackie and I were the best of friends -- practically brothers. Only two weeks separated us in age, and in another month we'd be ten years old. We were in the same class in school and played on the same teams when it came to sports. Our mom's were also good friends and we were in and out of each other's homes all the time. If I was at Jackie's when it was dinnertime his mom would make a call and I'd eat with them, and many a time I'd just stay the night. Jackie was my height and weight: both slender young boys. I had dark hair and big brown eyes. Jackie was fair with blond hair and green eyes. I didn't know what a crush was but that's what I had. I had a crush on Jackie. Of course I didn't know about sex straight or gay. What I did know is that I wanted to be with Jackie all the time. Jackie had a brother, Dalton, who was five years older than us. We had all sorts of name's for him like, Dum Dum and The Dumb One and Tall Dung. He would chase us around swearing he'd kill us when he caught us, but most of the time we were just to quick and we'd always end up laughing together. He did have a mean streak so we were cautious. Anyway this one day that I'm writing about I'm over Jackie's and it's summer and school is out and Dalton is in charge of us for the day as our mom's are off doing mom shit. It's afternoon and I'm in Jackie's room and we're playing this card game called war that his mom taught us. It's hot and we both were in our briefs and shirtless. This game is kind of stupid so we spent a lot of time laughing and making funny farting noises. Just goofing off. All of a sudden into the room steps Dalton, "What are you little queers up to?" "You're the queer tall dung." Jackie say's. "Well I'm not sitting with my boyfriend in my undies." "Didn't know you had a boy friend dum dum." I said With that he slammed the door shut. "I'll show you who's queer," he shouted. He looked straight at me and told me to stand up and take off my underwear "Fuck you!" I said. He moved towards me and I got scared. Jackie tried to move off the bed, but Dalton grabbed his arm and forced him to the floor next to me. "Drop your panties now!" he yelled. He was pissed and still had a tight grip on Jackie's arm so I took off my underpants. As I did for some reason my little dick got hard. I stood there naked with my boner sticking out. It was real small and I was hairless and embarrassed yet I was excited being naked in front of Jackie and his crazy brother. "Now we'll see who's queer. I want you to suck on his tiny cock Jackie or I'll really hurt you. I mean it." Jackie looked up at me. He was as scared as I was. We had never seen Dalton this mad. "Go on give your little girlfriend a blow job. Show him you love him. Suck his dick. Now!" Jackie was still looking at me as Dalton twisted his arm. He opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out and licked the tip of my penis. I shuddered when I felt his tongue on my cock. "Don't just lick it. I want you to suck it all into you mouth." I moved closer to Jackie and felt his lips cover the head and than felt the insides of his mouth, his teeth and tongue. The warmth was awesome. I pushed in further. I felt Jackie's hand on my butt, and he squeezed. We stayed like this for three minutes. I was slowly humping and Jackie sucking. "All right girls, now let's switch sides. Stand up Jackie and drop your bloomers and let your sissy friend give you a blow job." I looked over and saw that Dalton had dropped his shorts and was rubbing his dick. I was amazed at the size of it and that it was surrounded by fine light brown hair. I must admit that it looked cool. Dalton said, "Now it's your turn. Get down on your knees. Wait! Before you do suck his cock, I want you to kiss his lips. Do it NOW!" We were both standing. Jackie smiled at me and held my shoulder and moved his lips to mine. I felt this shock that ran the length of my body as I pressed into his. I felt his boner next to mine. I hugged him closer just as Dalton shouted, "that's enough love birds start sucking." Now I must admit that I was trembling with excitement having just kissed my best friend who had just sucked on my penis, and now I was going to suck his. I slowly slid down and as I did my hands were feeling his body. He was warm to my touch and my nose inhaled his boy smell, which was wonderful and sexy. Then my knees hit the floor and Dalton shouted for me to give my sissy friend a suck job. I was looking right at Jackie's hard little dick. It was cut like mine and he had the cutest little balls that I reached for and touched. They were soft and hard and so smooth that I rubbed them and Jackie moaned. He pushed his pelvis forward and I opened my mouth. Now explaining what I felt is impossible to do. It was the greatest thrill of my young life. His hard penis slipped through my lips and it felt almost fake like rubber yet I could feel his blood rushing towards the head. I started to suck and as I did I smelled his scent so hot. I reached behind him and put my hands on his butt and pulled him closer never stopping the sucking. Jackie moaned and I did too. His wee cock was moving up and down and I sucked every inch. We had found a rhythm that worked for both of us. I stopped and Jackie's dick slipped out, my mouth. I found his tiny ball sac and I began to lap his balls and between his legs. He held my head tightly and moaned softly. That place between the ball sac and legs had an incredible aroma and taste. I wanted to bury my face in there forever. I was so-o-o-o turned on. "That's enough you fairies. Now you can blow a real man." Dalton yelled. He was now standing naked and his huge cock was dripping some clear stuff from the little hole. His balls were hairy and large. He had a real nice body and had a tan line that I thought hot. (Mind you I didn't know that I was gay at the time or what hot was it was a feeling) I could see myself sucking him and enjoying it. "You!" he said to me, "get down on your queer knees and suck my hard man cock 'cause I know you want to." I fell to my knees and Dalton thrust his dick at my face. I reached out and grabbed hold. Wow! It was so hard and so big that both my hands fit around it. I loved the feeling of the weight of that piece of flesh. I squeezed and more of the clear stuff leaked out, and I don't know why but I wanted to taste it so I licked the pee hole. It tasted good but I didn't have much time to savor it as Dalton pushed his cock into my mouth and down my throat. I gagged and he pulled back some. Again the sensation was ideal. I could feel his blood surging and that liquid was still dripping out and I swallowed. The head was my favorite. I licked it with my tongue and circled it with my lips. So spongy and soft coming at the end of that hard pole. "Suck me sissy." I was holding on tightly to his firm rod and he began to fuck my face. His dick was so big that I almost choked a few time, but he seemed to know and pulled back in time. I love licking the big head with my tongue and when I did that Dalton groaned and pushed in further. "That feels so good. Suck it all you little punk." This was hot, and I could see that Jackie was getting excited too. His little prick was hard and he was jerking it between his fingers. I wanted to be doing that to him. I wanted to blow him again. Then I felt Dalton's body tense. He grabbed my head and held it tightly. He said,"Ooooooshittt!" And my mouth was full of some warm gooey liquid and I couldn't do anything but swallow as more and more poured in. "Yeah, take my cum bitch." Dalton yelled. I had no idea what cum was, but I was surely taking it. Finally he was through and his cock softened in my mouth, and I swallowed the last of his stuff, and he pulled out. I looked at his semi flaccid cock wet with my saliva and his cum and was completely lost. His soft pubic hair was damp and my fingers stroked it. I licked his limp dick and squeezed one last drop from the head and licked that to. Jackie was still jerking his penis. I reached down and began to rub mine. We looked at each other. Our lives had changed. I reached over and held his hand. We both squeezed. "No one needs to know what we just did. Right?" said Dalton. I said, "Well we might be asking you for some favors because I don't think our mom's would like what you made us do." "What kind of favors?" "We'll let you know Blow ton." Any comments or suggestions to

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Date: Thu, 24 Jan 2002 15:26:39 EST From: JB Subject: Louka a briefs master Part 7 I opened the door to a barrage of abuse from Matt because I was 5 minutes late. He wasn't listening to any of my excuses and told me to go to the loo, get a fresh T-Shirt on and pick up my overnight bag. I did as I was tod but found my overnight bag was incredibly light. I unzipped it to find one pair of fresh white briefs and another pair which were white with red lines around, laid flat at the bottom of my bag. It was then that I rea;ised I was in for a long night. " Hurry up, my dad is here," Matt said. I came downstairs and we all piled into the car. It was so nice to be spoken to normally. We arrived at Matt's house, said hello to his mum and little brother, Miles and then went to Matt's room where I watched Matt and Louka play playstation for three hours. Matt's mum made a gorgeous supper which was Chicken Casserole, which I wolfed down having not had any home cooking for a week. "Right you boys go and put your pyjamas on and then you can watch an hours TV before bed. It was at this stage that I began to panic but remembering that Louka didn't have pyjamas either I relaxed. We went upstairs to Matt's room again and I followed the other two into getting changed. Suddenly Louka pulled a T-Shirt and PJ bottoms out of his bag and Matt put his on. " Matt have u got any spare pyjamas?" I asked "Give me your bag" he ordered I did so and he unzipped the bag and held the plain white briefs up triumphantly. "Voila," he said tossing them to me I was already bright red and could not imagine what I would be like in front of his parents. I folded the clothes I had been wearing neatly on a chair and we all walked out of Matt's room and downstairs. I was shivering with nerves and cold, I was praying I would not get a boner in the next hour. Before entering the sitting room, Matt pulled me aside and told me to tell the truth as far as possible when I was asked a question. We entered the sitting room and I was greeted with a look of astonishment by both Matt's parents and his little brother. "Oh James, have you forgotten your pyjamas, Matthew can lend you some if you would like." I dearly wanted to say yes please but I felt Matt's stare and knew I would land myself in more trouble. " No, I always sleep in just my underpants, I will be O.K, thankyou." " Now we know why Matt has had such a change of mind over what underwear he wears, I tought it was very strange the other day when he came home and begged me to buy him briefs by the bucket load, but now I understand, he always has followed his friend." His mum said. "Mum your embarassing me!" " Well it's a very positive influence, never did approve of those shorts you wore. Miles look these big boys wear pants why don't you give them a go? What about you Louka "Never worn a pair of boxer shorts in my life." " Oh James, Matt keeps telling me no one in school wears a jockstrap for games or swimming briefs, I bet you do don't you? I remebered what my P.E teacher had said and then replied, "Yes, I wear them." "There you go Matt, it never pays to lie to me, me and you need to get some shopping done tomorrow." "But Dad..." "Matthew, unless you want your friends to see me with my cane in action, don't argue!" It was now that my I realised that my dick was beginning tostir and as this great conversation continued, my dick grew and by the time miles agreed to ditch his boxers and wear briefs, I was sporting a full tent in my skimpy undies. " What has got you so excited, " Matt asked bluntly "Matthew, don't be so rude!" his Mum souted. "James perhaps you should go for a wee-wee, that sometimes helps." I had never been o embarassed in all my life! Not only had five people seen me with a boner, Matt's Mum had spoken to me as though I was a five year old. I went to the toilet and put less appealing toughts in my mind and my dick became floppy again. I went back down for about 15 minutes and during that time Matts's Mum said "Perhaps Mummy and Daddy could buy you some pyjamas." "Oh leave the boy alone, I think our children should be down here in there briefs, might teach them some discipline," her husband replied "Right time for bed you lot," Never in my life have I been so relieved to go to bed. We went upstairs and as I thought all three of us were sleeping in the same bed. I was in the bedroom with Matt while Louka was having a wash in the bathroom. Miles came in. "Now Miles, look at this, James is our slave and when you tell him to do something, he has to do it." " I don't believe you," Miles replied " O.K, James get thosee pants off right now! Matt shouted. I did exactly as I was told and when Matt clicked his fingers and pointed to Miles, I stepped out and handed them to Miles. Miles was extremely excited by this and started to tell me to do stuff. " Matt can I be James's master sometime?" "Of course, Miles, you can start at the party tomorrow night. Now off you go to bed." Louka cae out of the bathroom and back into the room as Matt's Mum and Dad came up the stairs. "Right your turn in the bathroom," I went to put my other pants on because Miles had taken my others." Uh-Uh, off you go." " No way, Matt not with your Mum and Dad there." Matt grabbed me by the arm and threw me out on to the landing, closing the door behind him. "Oh James, You really should have some pants on." Matt's Mum said "I--I sleep naked so why not get ready for bed before I wash," I said laughing, I then realised what a pathetic excuse it was and this was confirmed by the quizzical look on their faces. The door of Matt's room opened and he walked out. " Dad, I was telling James about how you bathe me and he really wants to be scrubbed. "Alright James, into the bathroom I will be in any minute." "I don't know if this is appropriate." " Don't worry darling, we will be fine. It is not as though he is shy of his body!" Matt's Dad led me into the bathroom and bgan to run a bath. My dick was hard as nails and Matt's Dad scrubbed me all over my body and then came the real treat, he put lots of baby lotion on his hands and massaged my balls and dick. He then towelled me down and as I walked back to the bedroom in front of himhe couldn't resist just giving me a squeeze on the bum. We walked into the room and he handed me my briefs which I gratefully put on. " Right you two, time to get you into your proper pyjamas," he said pointing at me. "But Dad, I never had to wear just pants to bed in the past!" His Dad left the room without a word and Matt quickly stripped to his lime green briefs. Louka stayed in bed and settled down. Suddenly Matt's Dad returned with a cane. "It wasn't that hard was it," Matt's Dad said. He looked over at Louka. "Louka, you ever been spanked before?" Louka shook his head." You want to be spanked." Again he shook his head. "WELL STRIP!" he screamed While Louka was taking his clothes off he continued to rant, "while you are in my house you do exactly as I say, do you understand?" Louka nodded sheepishly, this was the first time I had smiled in a week. Louka was down to sky blue briefs and climbed back into bed. Matt's Dad swiped his caneand landed one square on Louka's bum. He made Louka drop his briefs and when they were lying on the floor he picked them up with the end of his cane. He admired Louka's impressive cock. " Right Louka get into bed, Louka did as he was told without pointing his bum in the air this time. James in you get." I was surprised hedidn't ask for my briefs but when he didn't with Matt either, I realised it was a punishment against Louka/ "Goodnight boys." He kissed Matt on the lips and left. " Sorry about that Louka," Mattsaid," Do you want to borrow some pants." " No need, James give me yours now. Iwas back to reality with a bump and slept between to brief-clad hunks.

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Date: Thu, 19 Jul 2001 22:12:19 -0400 From: Sidney Gittler Subject: Timmy in Chains 1 This story is a work of fiction. Any similarities to actual people, events or fantasies is purely coincidental. In addition to torture and bondage it contains sex between a man and a boy and several teens and the boy. If this isn't your kind of thing, is illegal in your neck of the woods or will get your ass whipped if somebody finds it on your computer then you'd better leave. All comments to sidg@compuserve.com or erik2175@yahoo.com. Timmy in Chains By Sid G and Erik (c)2000 "Roger? Roger I'm home," Timmy shouted from a couple of places and heard no answer. He shrugged and headed downstairs to his father's new steam room. He turned it on, stripped and walked in. The twelve-year-old lay on the bench and breathed the fresh steam deep into his lungs. He stroked his hairless, firm torso. As he warmed and relaxed his left hand took hold of his uncut three inches and began stroking it. As is normal with most boys his age it didn't take long before he was a hard four and a half inches. Three things happened almost simultaneously. "Oh shit," Timmy cried. Timmy shot his load in the air and it fell on his chest. The door opened and Roger walked in with his two best friends. "Well, well, it's the little faggot?" Roger said. "Shut up Roger," Timmy said. "Which one of your boyfriends you dreaming of?" "I was thinking I was fucking your pussy," Timmy said and instantly regretted it. Roger picked him up by the throat and slammed his fist into Timmy's stomach knocking his wind out. The second punch knocked Timmy onto the floor gasping for breath. "I'm sorry Roger, I didn't mean it," Timmy wheezed. "You going to take that from the faggot Roger?" Billy said. Billy was Roger's classmate and as tall but broader than Roger. "It's time to make him put up," Seth said. Seth should have been in Roger's class but had stayed back one year. He was lean and muscular and always bragging about his big cock. Timmy started to stand but Billy kicked him back down and put his foot on Timmy's still heaving chest. The young boy realized Seth was between him and the door. "Please, don't beat me, don't hurt me. Don't do this Roger. Please I'm your brother." "You're a fucking faggot, and that means you're no brother of mine. Now suck my cock or suffer." Roger grabbed Timmy by the hair and brought Timmy's mouth to cock level. "No, I won't, I can't," Timmy wailed. "Billy, my father keeps his shaving strop right outside the door, get it." "The what?" Billy asked. "It's a thick leather strap about two feet long and an inch thick." The door opened and as the steam escaped Timmy looked pleadingly into his brother's eyes. Roger smiled, and then spit in Timmy's face. "I've been looking forward to this for a long time." "Yo Rog, there's some rope and chain out here. Should I bring them?" Billy called. "Just the rope, the chains will burn him," Roger called. The door closed and Timmy heard a swish for a split-second before the strop slammed into his back. He opened his mouth to scream but Roger's cock filled it instead. Roger held Timmy in place as the belt struck a second time. "You see, I knew you'd do it faggot. Now if you take your mouth off my cock before I tell you then you'll really suffer. Use your teeth and you may never sit again." Roger started forcing Timmy's head back and forth, his six inches going deeper and deeper as he went along. Roger knew it wasn't going to take long, but he also knew this was just the beginning. Their parents were away for the weekend and he was "in charge." His balls began to retract and with a smile yanked Timmy off of his throbbing cock and shot all over the boy's face. "Oh what a bad little cocksucker you are," Roger said. "I didn't tell you to stop sucking on my cock. Did I you piece of trash?" "You," Timmy started but a slap silenced him. "From now on you only talk when given permission. Do you understand you piece of faggot shit?" Roger shouted, he was really getting into this. "Yes," Timmy said. A slap reddened his other cheek. "Yes sir," Timmy said meekly. "Billy, you were a Boy Scout. Tie its hands together in front of him and then to those hooks against the wall." Billy walked in front of Timmy and Timmy just stuck his hands out with wrists crossed without being told. When they were securely bound a slight tug brought him to his feet and he quietly walked over. "Get his wrists as close to the hook as you can," Roger said. "But that'll leave its feet off the ground," Billy said. "I know," Roger said. Billy hesitated, shrugged. "Seth hold it up by his shoulders so I can do this right." Seth picked Timmy up till his bound wrists were inches from the hooks. Billy took the rope, wrapped it around the hooks, wrists and under Timmy's pits. "Any more rope?" Roger asked. "No, there was some string out there." "Get it and tie off his balls." Billy did as instructed and by the time he stepped away Timmy was beyond crying or protesting. "Seth, ten more on his back, ten on his ass." "As hard as I want Rog?" "That's the idea buddy," Roger said and began stroking his cock. "Timmy." "Yes sir?" "After each swat you will count. If you don't count then the swat doesn't count." "Yes sir," Timmy said. Seth reared back and let the strop fly onto Timmy's back. "One." "Two." Timmy felt the strop hit his back. He screamed in pain as he felt the strop hit. The screams of pain got louder as the heavy strop dug into his back. Timmy thought a sword had cut open his flesh. The thick steam heightened the pain as the strop lifted off of his back, like someone was rubbing liquid fire onto the area that the strop hit. It took thirteen on his back and seventeen on his ass before Timmy got to ten each time. His backside from his shoulders to the bottom of his rump was a mass of red welts. Blood trickled from some. "You guys thirsty?" Roger asked. "Sure, let's go get something to drink, my arms are killing me," Seth said. "Just hang out here faggot and wonder what's coming next." Once outside the steam room Roger turned off the steam. He knew what too much heat would do to Timmy and he wanted to do the torturing while the boy was conscious. Timmy hung there, that's all, just hung there. Didn't try and move his legs up so he could support himself on the bench. Didn't even stretch his toes to the ground and try to support himself a little bit. Didn't cry. Didn't even think. A half-hour after they'd walked out the three walked in. Roger picked up the shaving strop and did a quick ten against his baby brother's still red ass. "Faggot, it's time to get your ass fucked. Since mom and dad told me to take care of you I'm going to take your cherry. Or has somebody taken it already you faggot whore?" "No sir," Timmy said, his voice flat. "You want us to fuck your ass." "Yes sir. Please fuck my ass and take my cherry sir," Timmy added unbidden. "You going to loosen him up first?" Billy asked. "With what? I'm not sticking my fingers up its ass," Roger said. "One sec," Seth said, scooted out and was right back with a plunger. "Saw this in the john." "You found it, the honor's yours," Roger said with a smile as he lightly stroked his cock. Seth tried sticking the end into Timmy's virgin hole but the boy's legs kept getting in the way. "Rog, we keeping the steam off?" "For now." Wordlessly Seth left and returned with the chains. "It's cooled down enough where it won't burn." Seth put one length around the left ankle and tied it to a railing on one wall. He tied the second chain first to the right ankle and then to the opposite wall. He wrapped one end of the third length around his hand and flailed at Timmy's back for a good ten minutes. It took one for Timmy to start screaming. "Can you make a slip knot and put it around his neck?" Roger asked when Seth stopped. Billy did and when he got it around the boy's neck he pulled it tight till Timmy started choking. At that moment Seth rammed the plunger handle eight inches up the boy's rectum. Billy eased up just enough to stop the choking. "How do you like the feel of the plunger up your ass." "Feels good sir, but I'd rather have sir's cock up there." Seth stroked Timmy's insides with the handle, getting another four inches inside the boy before he could go no further. "Shit you little faggot, you took a foot up your queer ass. You sure you ain't been whoring?" "Yes sir." "Five," Roger said. "Was that yes you've been whoring or yes I haven't been whoring faggot?" "Yes, I haven't been a whoring faggot sir." "That's good," Roger stood and walked over and started turning the handle buried in Timmy's ass. "But after this weekend I may make you a whore and I'll be your pimp and you'll give me all your money. Would you like that you piece of shit?" "Yes sir." As quickly as Seth had inserted the plunger Roger pulled it out and replaced it with his hard six inches. Not as long as the plunger, but thicker. Roger started stroking, slowly pulling almost all the way out and then ramming his cock back in. Again and again he fucked the brother who'd finally become his sex slave. As Roger picked up the pace he thought of the six men he knew who would pay to fuck its ass. As he felt his orgasm approaching he grabbed the choker and pulled tight and when Timmy's oxygen was cut off the boy clenched his ass bring Roger over the top and filling Timmy's ass with huge shot after shot with cum. Finally spent Roger pulled out and Seth took his place and then Billy. After that each friend fucked Timmy's ass twice more. While Billy was recovering from his third fuck Seth stuck his head out to check the time. "Shit, got to be home in a half-hour for supper. But I gotta take a piss bad." "Well climb up and piss down its throat," Roger said. Seth smiled, "always wanted to do that to someone. Really thought about pissing all over him." "I'm a generous host, be my guest," Roger said with a wave. Seth got up on the bench and straddled Timmy's face, rubbing his slimy cock over the boy's face. "Open up slave." Timmy opened his mouth and Seth put the head just inside and started pissing. His ego said Seth's piss tasted awful and he should spit it out but his id overruled saying no. Spitting it out would only mean more beatings, and he could use the fluids. So Timmy swallowed every drop. "Look at that whore, he actually likes drinking piss," Billy said in disgust. Right then Seth pulled out and sprayed the hot liquid all over Timmy's face and hair. When he was finished he got down. "That was great, I'm going to take a shower before I go home. Don't want its smells all over me. "Yeah, me too," Billy said, "you want me to untie him Rog?" "No, just get him onto the floor. I need him to be able to crawl. Can you do that?" "No problem, just help me move him and I'll show you what to do." When the three friends were showered and dressed, though all Roger had on was shorts, they dragged Timmy into the shower room and hooked the chain around his neck to the shower rod and turned the hot water on. "Clean yourself up faggot," Roger said and walked his friends to the door. When he got back to the shower room Roger found Timmy struggling to stand. A twinge of guilt surfaced and quickly fled. There was still a lot more he wanted to do to the bane of his existence, and he still had almost forty-eight hours to do it in. "You clean faggot?" "I can't sir, I tried sir but I couldn't get the soap and clean myself properly as you ordered." Roger considered walking away. He knew that left alone that eventually Timmy would fall and the chain would choke the life out of him. Too many questions, even if he got rid of the body and made it look like Timmy had runaway. Shucking his shorts he entered the shower room; turned the water off and unhooked the chain. When he dropped it Timmy fell to the floor and started to cry. "Why Roger? I know you hate me but why are you doing this to me?" "Because I want to, because I can and because I hate your little faggot ass. If daddy knew what a queer bugger you were he'd throw you into the street the way you are." Roger gave Timmy two quick kicks in the guts. "Now get on your hands and knees and crawl up to the kitchen, it's time for supper." "But I'm still tied up," Timmy wailed. "Your point?" "I can barely move sir." "Get used to it. Supper will be ready when you get to the kitchen." Roger headed up the stairs and as he passed the hall mirror he was startled by his raging hard-on. He couldn't figure out what had caused it, shrugged and headed into the kitchen. Roger took a small pepperoni pizza and threw it in the oven. He looked in the pantry and found an old can of beef stew, dumped it in a bowl, dusted it with chili powder and put it on the floor. Timmy hadn't made it all the way up when the pizza was done so Roger grabbed him by the chain and dragged him up and forced his face into the beef stew. "You've got barf stew for supper faggot. Eat it or not, I don't give a fuck, but if you barf you eat it a second time." Roger released his hold on Timmy's head and got the pizza. He kept his eye on his younger brother while he ate with one hand and stroked his stiff rod with the other. Not even thinking about why he was so turned on. After he finished eating he filled a bowl with water and put it on the floor next to the other. "Drink and wash yourself you piece of shit. I want your face and hands clean. You understand?" "Yes sir," Timmy said reflexively. His brain was on automatic, responding to the stimuli it was supposed to without trying to make sense. Or think of a way to escape. A couple minutes later Roger appeared with a coarse towel and roughly wiped off Timmy's face and hands. He stuck the towel in his slave's mouth, picked up the chain and led it into the family room and in front of a chair. Roger sat and shoved Timmy into position and then put his feet on top of the boy. "Ah, nothing better than watching TV with your feet up. Right?" "Yes Sir," Timmy said through the towel. A couple of hours later Roger gets one of his father's porno tapes, put it on and started stroking himself as he watched "real sex you fucking faggot." When he felt himself getting close he got behind Timmy and rammed his cock home. Roger paced himself to the hunk on the tape but instead of pulling out shot another load up the tight ass. He saw how hard Timmy's tied off cock was and started stroking it while he continued to hump the boy's ass. It didn't take long for Timmy to spew the largest load of his life onto the carpet. "You fucking pig, mom taught you better than that. Now lick that mess up." Timmy turned his head to show his master the towel and Roger yanked it out. Timmy yelped and started gagging. "Heave and you'll eat that too," Roger said as he slapped his baby brother's back. As intended the slap stopped the gagging and Timmy quickly lapped up his cum. What surprised him was that he liked the taste. "Good boy, bedtime, follow me to my room." "Roger, sir, please, I can't do the steps like this." Roger picked up the leash and brought the chain down on Timmy's back and the boy collapsed at the foot of the steps. "Forgive me sir, I'm sorry," Timmy said and Roger saw the pleading in his eyes and dropped the chain. "I'm going to loosen your legs. If you try anything stupid you'll pay for it." "Thank you master, I won't master." Roger watched as Timmy slowly worked the kinks out of his legs and then dragged himself to his feet. His legs were still chained together but had enough freedom of movement for Timmy to climb up the stairs. At the top of the stairs Timmy turned toward his room. "Where you going slave?" "To my room sir." "My slave sleeps on the floor at the foot of my bed. Now get in there boy." Timmy bowed his head and moved into Roger's room. Knowing his master was right. The need to pee woke Roger up and as he stretched he heard Timmy moaning from the foot of his bed and thought about pissing in his mouth like Seth had but decided he didn't want to risk getting the piss on his carpet. He got out of bed, walked behind his brother and kicked him in the back. "Time to get up boy." "Yes sir," Timmy moaned. When Roger returned he saw how swollen the boy's nuts had become. The cockhead was so full of blood it was purple instead of red. "You want to cum boy?" "Yes sir, please sir, I need to cum so bad." "Then lay on your back and jerk off. Remember last night, any cum that lands on the floor will have to be licked up and then you'll be punished for it." Timmy didn't wait, he shoved himself onto his back and forced his bound hands down to his cock and took hold. He needed to cum fast, maybe that would ease the pain in his balls. The restraints slowed him down though and from somewhere deep in his mind the boy realized that he was gay, that he liked being tied up, abused and used. That whatever his big brother intended he could, would enjoy it. With that understanding his body released the load of cum and his body started bouncing and twisting. He arched his back as the first blast exited his cock and with that the string tied around his ball sack exploded. Timmy screamed in pain as the cum shot out and the blood rushed back into his body shrinking his balls past normal. The screams and convulsions had Roger concerned for the first time since he'd started down this path the day their parent's told them they were leaving him in charge for a whole weekend. The smile that gradually crept across Timmy's face relaxed him. Besides, he had only a couple of hours before the second part of the plan started. Roger had learned his hatred of homosexuals from his father who railed that those "flaming fucking faggots are the reason the country's become an immoral cesspool." And his scrawny, non-athletic runt of a brother fit everything dad told him. The one thing he shared with the faggot was his Internet skills. He'd found several men-boy love chat rooms and would sneak in them and insult and spam them to his heart's desire. But when his father told him about this weekend he'd seen an opportunity to free himself from the runt's presence. He'd found a new chat room and pretending to be curious had met several men. Six lived within an hour of his town. He'd emailed a picture of Timmy taken at the pool wearing his Speedo to one and when the guy responded made a proposal. For two hundred dollars it was being rented for the afternoon. Roger got off the bed and pulled Timmy to his feet. Taking hold of the chain leash he led the boy into the bathroom and pushed him down on the toilet. "Take care of business and take your shower. Your first customer will be here shortly and I want you and your chains clean for him." Timmy fell off the toilet onto his knees, he bent and kissed his brothers bare feet. "Please Sir, don't do this. I'll be your faggot slave but don't sell me." "Too late little bro faggot, and don't bother begging for mercy from him either. I would really be upset if you did that." Roger spit and then kicked it in the chest before heaving the panting boy back up on the toilet. "You're running out of time whore. You'd better be done when I come to get you and don't think of leaving this room until I do." Roger spit again, walked out and closed the door. Timmy stared at the handle as he listened to his brother walk down the steps. He knew he could stand up, walk to his parent's room and call the police or somebody to rescue him. He sighed, leaned back and after taking a dump took a long clean shower. Once he was dry he sat back on the toilet and waited. His limbs cramped, muscles ached and his empty stomach rumbled. And he waited. When he heard the doorbell he forced himself to stand and go to the mirror. He looked at himself and tried to straighten his still damp hair as best he could. For reasons he couldn't even conceive of he wanted his brother to be proud of him and his first customer to be pleased as well. Several minutes later the door opened and Roger slid in, closing the door behind him. He spent a minute inspecting Timmy before nodding and smiling. "Very good slave. Now you are to call the gentleman Captain and do everything he says." "Yes Sir. I will make you proud of me," Timmy said head bowed. This startled Roger. He knew Timmy was under his control, but that he would want to please his tormentor? Timmy saw the surprise in Roger's eyes but didn't understand it. Roger recovered and took hold of the chain. "Look, if he really starts hurting you, like he's going to kill you or break a bone then call me and I'll get you out. You may be my fucking faggot brother but I don't want you dead." Timmy smiled and nodded. Roger opened the door and led the new whore to his first customer who was waiting in their parent's bedroom. "Captain Morgan, this is Timmy. I hope you have a pleasant afternoon." The man was sitting in their father's armchair in front of the 27" TV. He was white, appeared to be over six feet tall with a slim frame. He held out his hand and Roger gave him the leash. "You may go boy, stay downstairs and listen in case I need you." "Yes Captain," Roger bowed, turned and hurried out. Any doubt assuaged by the two hundred dollars in his shorts' pocket. Roger stopped by his room to get his backpack, went to the kitchen and started doing his homework. Timmy was learning as well. He was kneeling in front of the man as his nipples were played with. But he was so engrossed with the videotape now playing he barely noticed when the nipple clamps were put on. There were a half dozen boys on the screen. Naked except for metal collars around their necks and various other chains and restraints. One boy had his hands tied together and was hanging from a beam with his feet off the floor as another whipped his rotating body. One was in a low stock with his head and hands stuck in the holes while a machine worked a huge dildo in and out of his ass. And a second worked one in and out of his mouth. Another boy was chained tight to a concrete wall while the youngest boy spanked him with a big paddle. As the camera panned around Timmy was surprised. The little boy seemed younger than he was. From the top of his shaved head to the bottom of his feet there wasn't a hair on him, yet his hard cock was a good seven inches. Timmy's cock was hard as a rock; a fact not lost on the Captain. The final boy was bound hand and foot, much like Timmy was, and was crawling around the floor sucking on whatever cock he could get at. With a click the TV went off and the man lifted Timmy by the clamps. Timmy moaned in delight at the new pain. "You like that boy, don't you?" "Yes Captain, I do." "Get the bag from next to the bed. If you can't lift it then drag it over." "Yes, Captain." Timmy shuffled over and struggled to lift it inches off the ground and carried it back to the chair. The man opened the bag, removed two small weights and attached one to each of the tit clamps. Timmy staggered but recovered quickly. Next the Captain grabbed Timmy's cock and slipped a chain over it to the boy's groin and tightened it behind the small balls. To that he attached a slightly larger weight. "Ugh," Timmy whispered as the weight dropped. But he didn't lose his erection as it bobbed up and down. The man stood and removed his shirt. Timmy quickly realized that the shirt was covering a slim but muscular upper body and when he was lifted off his feet he knew the legs were just as powerful. As his young mouth was brought to the man's he smiled as he waited for his first real kiss. Their lips met and he returned the heat. When Timmy felt the man's tongue on his lips he let it in and savored the new sensations. Captain Morgan carried the boy over to the bed and propped him face front against the backboard. Out of the bag he brought out a cat o'nine tails and gently stroked Timmy's back with it. "See how long you can hold out before screaming boy. Make the Captain proud of you." "Yes," Timmy's response was cut short by the first lash. He let out a gasp of surprise. It only took five more lashes on the inexperienced back for the first scream to pierce the air. By the tenth they had stopped and been replaced by tears. Captain Morgan sat on the bed and gently pulled Timmy onto his lap, brushing the tears away. "Don't cry little one, you did very well today. Though our time together is not yet over." Timmy sniffled and forced a smile. "Thank you sir, I'll try and do even better." The Captain got a ten-inch dildo from his bag and put it at Timmy's lips. "Open up and swallow us much as you can so it's nice and moist for when I stick it up your ass." Timmy opened his mouth and let the man guide it in. He grimaced at the rubbery taste and the scent of shit but quickly found five inches of the fake cock working in and out of his mouth. The Captain left the dildo in Timmy's mouth as he placed the boy face down on his lap. He was amazed at how hard the twelve-year-old's cock was. How naturally he breathed with the toy up his mouth. As he took the toy from Timmy's mouth he started to think of the possibilities the situation offered. When he saw how readily the boy let the dildo past his sphincter and inhaled the full length of the rubber cock the Captain knew he had to do something. When he felt Timmy begin to hump his leg and the boy cock begin to twitch Captain Morgan knew it had to be sooner rather than later. "Oh shit, I'm cumming," Timmy shouted and poured a large load of boy juice on the Captain's pants leg and the floor. Leaving the dildo fully inserted the Captain pushed the still panting boy onto the floor. "Look what you did whore, now lick my pants and your parents' floor clean immediately." Timmy started at the tone. The man must have known what such a large object up his tiny ass would do, was still doing. Despite just dumping one of the biggest loads of his young sex life Timmy's cock was still rock hard. A fact that was noticed as he bent to clean the floor and pants. As Timmy worked on the floor the Captain finally removed his pants, revealing his thick, uncut twelve-inches. He lay on the bed and slowly stroked his cock. "Boy, it's time for your ass to get fucked by a man." "Yes sir, thank you sir," Timmy said eagerly, then stopped. "Surprised yourself?" "Yes sir," Timmy said. "Then get that hot sexy ass up here and straddle me. After I remove the dildo I want you to kneel and I'll aim my man cock up your boy hole." Timmy was used to moving around in the restraints and soon had the full cock deep inside his ass. Without being told he started the knee bends and found the pleasure building up inside him. Captain Morgan played with the nipple clamps and the weight hanging from Timmy's crotch as the young slut kept working on his cock. If what the boy's big brother had said was true Timmy was a natural slave. A rare find for a man like him. "Faster boy, work your master's cock." Timmy picked up the pace as he felt the huge tool inside him grow even bigger and begin to throb. He'd never imagined anything that big could fit up his butt. Timmy looked down at the man and saw the smile on his face and felt good about himself. He'd tell Roger that he could keep selling him. A soft tone emanated from the Captain's pants and the man sighed. It was time to finish up and leave for the sex clubs he owned in Manhattan. He held the boy in his powerful hands and pushed Timmy onto his back without pulling out. Captain Morgan started to pound the boy's ass with all his might and reveled at the ecstasy on the bound boy's face and the precum leaking from the pricklet. "Oh shit slut, I'm close, I'm going to fill your worthless ass with my seed." "Please master, please," Timmy moaned in response. He couldn't believe how good he felt being fucked hard by the massive cock. "Now boy, now," the Captain yelled as he shot volley after volley into the upturned chute. Timmy came as he felt the first shot hit his insides. It took both of them a couple of minutes to catch their breath. At which point the Captain pulled out of Timmy with a loud pop. "Good work boy, you did good. As a reward you can keep the tit clamps and the weight around your balls." "Thank you master. I hope to please you again," Timmy said and the man saw he meant it. "Now your pimp wants you to go back into the bathroom, close the door and wait there." "Yes sir," Timmy said and did as he was told. When Captain Morgan reached the bottom of the stairs Roger was waiting. "Was everything to your satisfaction sir?" "Yes, he was better than I expected. I will use him again." "That can be arranged sir," Roger said smiling. "Now if you can get him thrown out of the house, or entice him to leave on his own I would be willing to take him in if notified appropriately. For say two thousand." Roger was startled this was turning out better than he'd expected. Yes he could probably make more money keeping the faggot around but he'd rather be rid of him. "If my father finds out it's gay he'll throw him out in a second. I may be able to arrange that on their return tomorrow. Is there a way I can contact you in a hurry." Captain Morgan and handed Roger a plain card. "That's my pager number. Call it and put in 666999 and then hit the star key. At the most it'll take us an hour to get here." Roger slid the card into his shorts, not noticing how the man was studying his body clad only in a tight pair of shorts. His excited six-inches clearly outlined. "Yes sir," Roger said. Captain Morgan left and Roger headed upstairs after locking the door. The first thing he did was enter the bathroom and tie the chains connecting Timmy's hands to the shower curtain rod. Then he punched his brother hard in the stomach. Timmy wretched but didn't heave; the last traces of cum trickled out of his ass. Roger cleaned up his parent's bedroom and bathroom. As he walked out he noticed the VCR was turned on and that there was a tape in it. He removed it and threw it in his room. Then he went to the bathroom, untied Timmy, took him to the slave's bedroom and fucked him. Which is when he noticed the tit clamps and the ball weight, along with the fresh whip marks. When he was done he chained Timmy to the foot of his bed and left the house for the evening. On Roger's return he moved his slave to his bedroom, fucked him again and went to sleep. The phone woke Roger and Timmy on Sunday morning. It was almost noon. "Up boy, Seth will be here in an hour and he wants to play. Don't know if he wants to fuck you, piss on you or just beat the shit out of you. And you flaming faggot slut I don't care which or all three. He's my friend and you will let him." "Yes sir," Timmy said, his cock grown harder with each of Roger's threats. He struggled to his feet and waited for orders. "Go to the bathroom and get ready. You smell like shit." "Yes sir." Timmy turned and headed out the room. As he sat on the porcelain throne he realized that he'd walked and moved almost normally since the phone rang. When he finished shitting and pissing he stood and looked at his back in the mirror. "Amazing, the strop, the chains, the whip and there's hardly a mark," Timmy whispered and moved his arms. "And no pain. I know it happened, these ropes and chains aren't a dream." The door opening brought him back and he turned to see his brother. "Yes sir?" "How do you feel about yesterday? If we keep this up you have to cooperate." "No problem sir. Just don't leave me totally alone with the guy. The Captain was a nice guy but who knows about other men." Roger nodded and grabbed the leash. Timmy followed him, easily walking down the stairs. Examining his brother's ass in the torn running shorts. Wondering how Roger's cock would feel up his ass now that he'd accepted everything. The doorbell rang and Roger opened it. It was Seth with his younger brother Jeremy who was in Timmy's class. "Wow, bro I thought you were kidding me. Can I really fuck his ass?" Jeremy asked. "Sure, you can even go first today," Roger said, "After Seth works his back over a bit. Little slut likes it." "That strop still downstairs?" Seth asked. "Wherever you left it," Roger said. "Cool, I'll go get it." "I'll come with you. Boy, take your classmate into the den and strip him. But wait till we get back before anything else." "Yes sir." Timmy handed Jeremy the leash and pointed the way. Once in the room Timmy quickly removed the few pieces of clothing his classmate was wearing. They'd never been friends but gotten along well enough. He also knew everybody at school would know by the end of school on Monday. And he didn't care, even if it meant he would spend every lunch being fucked in the boys' room. Jeremy sat and pointed at the floor by his feet. Timmy lay down. "Good doggie," Jeremy said and rubbed in back of Timmy's ears. Timmy sighed at the tenderness. It was several minutes before the two older boys returned. Seth was carrying the strop and Roger was waving a videocassette. "Yesterday's client left this behind only half watched. I think we should take a look. Don't you boy?" "Yes sir," Timmy said as his cock jerked. Roger started the tape as Seth pulled Timmy up by the chain collar and dragged him behind the chair. "Bro, reach up and hold onto its hands. If he struggles tell me and he'll pay." Jeremy did as instructed and wrapped his hands around the thinner boy's wrists. His eyes were riveted to the screen and didn't notice when his big brother brought the strop down on Timmy's back for the first time and the gasp from the boy. The scene had the youngest boy still whipping the same boy, except this time the boy was facing out and the boy was coming awfully close to his cock with the bullwhip. Seth saw the scene too. "Jeremy let go for a second, slave turn around." Timmy quickly obeyed and put his wrists back into Jeremy's hands and watched Seth look him over. Seth grabbed the leash and pulled it tight. "Don't you dare close your eyes boy," he growled and spit in Timmy's mouth. Seth took two steps back and to the side. He brought the strop hard against Timmy's stomach knocking most of the wind out of the slave and causing him to buck. On the TV the younger boy twisted his victim around, pulled out his seven-inches from his spiked leather pouch and rammed it in hard and dry. "Ready Jer?" Seth called as he continued to pelt Timmy's torso. Jeremy looked down at his hard, untouched seven inches. "Hell yeah, let me at that slut's ass." Seth grabbed the collar. "Let go and come over here. Now dog you will get down on your hands and knees. Face on the floor and that slut ass sticking up in the air. Treat my brother right and maybe we won't let every boy in both schools fuck your ass for free." Timmy nodded and got into position, knowing full well that Roger wouldn't let that happen anyway. If Roger couldn't get rid of him then he'd use him to his advantage. Jeremy almost shot his load when he pressed his cock against Timmy's hole. He took some deep breaths to calm down and slowly pushed his way in. Timmy reflexively opened his sphincter at contact and within moments felt the boy's small bush on his ass. "Fuck me sir, fuck my worthless slut ass," Timmy said. Jeremy was startled by the words but quickly did as told. What he didn't see was Roger taking pictures. Roger was still trying to figure out how but if things went well the queer had spent his last night at home. The pictures would be a nice souvenir, and a way to blackmail Jeremy to taking his place at some point. Jeremy was focused solely on the sensations flowing through his body as he pounded ass for the first time. His cock was twitching. Suddenly he threw his head back, buried his cock deep into Timmy and howled as shot after shot of boy juice filled the young slut's ass. When he was done he pulled out and walked around and shoved the cum and shit covered cock into Timmy's mouth. "Clean it boy, clean it good or Seth will use the strop again." While Seth was fucking Roger ordered pizza and right after he put the third load up his baby brother's ass it arrived. As the three ate Roger once again used Timmy as a footstool. During halftime Jeremy and Seth fucked Timmy again. Roger made his last the whole third period. When the game was over the two brothers dressed and left. As he straightened up the downstairs Roger sent Timmy upstairs to shower and clean himself out. Roger found him in the bathroom, all cleaned and dry. Roger wrapped the leash around the shower rod and stepped back. "Slave, I'm going to take the chains off now but that doesn't change anything. You are still a worthless fucking faggot slut and I am your master." "Yes sir, thank you sir," Timmy said and held out his hands. Within seconds he was free of restraints but knew he was bound with even stronger mental bonds. Roger sent him to his room with instructions to do his homework. It was almost six when their parents came through the door. Roger greeted them, smelling the alcohol lingering on his father's breath. The smell made up his mind to do what was better for his younger brother. "Did you have a good time Dad?" "You seen one wedding you've seen them all. Food a little better than some and the bar never closed." Roger nodded at the obvious and took a deep breath. "Dad I've got something to tell you that your not going to like." His father smacked him, "you break something boy?" Roger winced but held back the tears, if Timmy could so could he. "No, just wanted to tell you that Timmy's a faggot." "No," his mother said and clasped her hands to her mouth. "Timmy, get your ass down here!" their father bellowed. Timmy bounded down the steps like nothing unusual had happened to him over the last fifty hours. "I didn't hear you come in, I was doing homework. How are you? How was your," he was struck silent by slaps to each side of his face. "Roger says you're one of those fucking faggots. Is he telling the truth?" Timmy looked at his older brother in dismay. "Tell him the truth, it'll work out. I promise," Roger mouthed. Timmy knew how his father felt about people like him but he trusted his master. Besides, it was going to be all over town in a day anyway. "Yes father, mother. I'm gay, didn't want to be and Roger tried to make me see the light this weekend but it's the truth." He reached out and took his father's hand. "I love you and I'll be a good son, I promise." His father yanked his hand away and shoved his son to the floor. "I won't have no faggots in my house. I should throw you out of now but I'll give you thirty minutes to pack your backpack with whatever you want and then you'll get your whoring ass out of my house and life forever." "Mom, please," Timmy said. "You heard your father." Timmy got up and ran upstairs, slamming the door to his room. Roger ran to the den and picked up the phone as he pulled the business card from his pants. After leaving the code he rushed up the stairs and turned the knob to Timmy's door. It was locked and Timmy didn't answer his knock. He got the chair from his room and got the slender piece of metal that served as a room key from above the door and picked Timmy's lock. Timmy was tying a length of rope to his bed and the other end was already around his neck. "Don't Timmy, please don't do this." "Why? Isn't this what you want? Me out of your life forever. So I'll be dead now and not from somebody who pays me for sex and kills me instead of paying." "I don't want you dead," Roger was near tears. "Look, you knew how Dad would react when he found out and after today everybody was going to know." "So, that was your doing." Timmy moved toward the window and Roger grabbed his arm. "Your not my master any more." "Look, last night, when Captain Morgan was leaving he said he'd like to buy you, take you home with him. He's on his way. You'll have somebody who likes what you like, will take care of you." "You just don't want the shame of seeing me die." "I swear it." "How much are you getting?" Timmy asked. "Two thousand, but that's besides the point. You'll be better off with him than whoring in New York. Please Timmy, listen to me." Timmy nodded and removed the noose from his neck. "I can always kill myself later. What do I have to do?" Roger glanced at the clock. "You've got twenty minutes to get out of here. Pack your backpack with whatever you want to take. Make a quick trip to the bathroom and leave. Slam the door behind you so Dad knows, then go hide in the garage. I'll sneak out about ten minutes later and wait with you. If he doesn't come we'll figure something else out." Timmy nodded, picked his backpack up and turned his back on Roger. Roger watched for a long moment before slipping out of the room. He lay on his own bed and stared at the ceiling as the minutes passed. Doubts began to enter his thoughts but he banished them with the thought that his brother was better off with someone who would take care of him rather than with their father, who he'd have to sneak around for years. "Good-bye assholes," Timmy screamed and slammed the door. Roger glanced at the clock and slipped his shoes and shirt on. After five minutes he slipped down the stairs and entered the garage through the connecting door. "Timmy, you here." "By the door, I don't see anybody yet." "He said it might take him an hour, and if he couldn't leave right away it might be longer. I'll wait with you." "Do you think he's really as nice as he was last night?" Timmy asked. "Face it, Dad isn't easy to live with and he would be impossible for you to be around." Timmy nodded and they turned to look at the street as a long Lincoln Town Car pulled to a stop. "Wait here," Roger said and walked out as the door opened. "Roger, where's Timmy?" Captain Morgan said as the front door opened and a giant black man emerged. "In the garage, do you have the money?" The Captain took out a wad of bills. "When he's in the car." "You will take good care of him? Won't you?" "Roger, it's a little late to ask that. Now get him out here." Roger stepped back, turned and waved. Timmy ran out of the garage with the backpack slung over one arm. "You came, thank God. I was so afraid I'd be homeless," Timmy said as he grabbed and kissed the man's hand. Captain Morgan ran his hands through the little boy's hair. "You're fine now, we'll have to talk later and set down rules but you're fine. Now get into the backseat of the car. Do what Hercules tells you." "Yes master," Timmy said and hurried off. "Now Roger, I think we should finish our business in the garage." "Sure," Roger said and led the way toward the back of the structure. "OK, where's my money?" Roger said. Captain Morgan drove a fist deep into the boy's stomach, doubling him up and if he hadn't caught him Roger would have been face down on the floor. While holding the twitching boy with one hand he ripped the shirt and pants off with the other. "Boy, there's nothing I hate more than people who do things like this to family. If you had been a good brother Timmy wouldn't have this problem. Now you're going to get some of your own medicine. "Please, you can keep the money," Roger cried. Instead of a reply he was slammed into the car and held there. The next thing he felt was the Captain's hard cock pushing into his virgin hole. "Please, no." "You should have thought of that before," the Captain said as he shoved his twelve inches in all the way as Roger screamed. The Captain smiled as the crying turned to moans and he felt the boy's spunk land on his shoe. That settled the rest of his plan. He'd love to take his time raping this tight hole but knew it was risky, even in this quiet neighborhood. The Captain picked up the pace and quickly filled Roger's hole. He pulled out and threw the boy to the floor as he used part of Roger's shirt to wipe himself off. "Hercules, your turn, and then bring him to the car." "Yes sir," the big black man said. Roger looked up and groaned as he saw the fourteen inches of thick uncut cock emerge. He shook his head. Hercules smiled and nodded. Picked the boy up and slowly inserted his already throbbing cock. When he was all the way in he looked down at the astonished boy. "You are one hot boy. The customers are going to love you," Hercules said and started pounding all the way out and in. Roger was so torn between pain and lust that he didn't even think about what he'd heard. When Hercules was close he pulled at and let his load shoot all over Roger's face. The boy started lunging his tongue out to gather it all in. Hercules used a piece of shorts to clean up and then with a glance out the door hurried Roger along to the car and threw him in the back. Captain Morgan grabbed him and put plastic handcuffs on his hands, feet and balls before he could react. Then his new master punched him in the stomach forcing his mouth open and a ball gag was forced into place. The car was moving by the time Roger recovered his bearings. He glanced at Timmy and saw he was trussed the same way. Except while he was on the floor his little brother was sitting next to the Captain. "Timmy, Roger, this is what's happening. You are now my property and slaves. Among the sex clubs I own is one specializing in the torture and bondage of young boys as well as their being used sexually. Roger, you're going there directly. I am taking Timmy home with me for a while, but I'm sure you'll be reunited before your finished Roger."

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Date: Fri, 13 Apr 2001 23:34:48 -0700 (PDT) From: Juliette Messina Subject: Pain & Pleasure: My First Night with Jack I'd been tied up before, but never like this. Never for so long, or in so much pain. I'd hoped that I'd pass out from the pain, but that didn't happen. My body seemed to be on fire: every muscle hurt, but I didn't pass out. I'd come here the night before to turn a trick. The guy who picked me up had said he liked it kinky, and that was cool. I'd done kinky before. He told me he wanted to fuck me, and that was cool, too. I'd been fucked before. What was especially cool was the money. He told me that if I "endured" the night, he'd give me $500. That was more money than I'd ever seen as one time. To get it I'd have to be totally submissive and do whatever he wanted: no questions; no arguments. Some of it would hurt, but there'd be no danger. For $500 from one trick, I figured I could stand anything. And, then, I sort of liked this guy. I mean he was a little weird, a little intense, but I'd done a lot weirder. He seemed real straight-forward, like he wasn't pulling any punches. He wanted me to know what I was in for. The $500 wasn't going to be a walk in the park, but, hey, six hours and it'd be done. I could deal with this, and I could really use the money. When we got to Jack's house, he took me downstairs to the basement and told me to strip. Then he left, locking the door behind him. Okay, no foreplay, I thought, right to business. I took off everything and sat on a long table in the middle of the room, waiting for him to get back. The room was pretty scary, but I figured it was set up that way: he wanted me scared. There was stuff you'd expect to see in an old dungeon: iron manicles, handcuffs, ropes, whips, stuff like that. There was an 8-foot cross (in the shape of an X) leaning against one wall, with manacles attached to each end. This was either pretty funny, or pretty scary, and I wasn't sure which, so I was scared, wondering if I'd made a mistake. When Jack got back, he told me to lie down on the table on my back, and tied my arms and ankles to the four corners. Then he went and got a razor and some shaving cream from somewhere, and set them on the table next to my butt. He told me he was going to shave my dick, balls, ass, legs, everything but my head, and waited for me to respond. I thought about the money. "Yes, sir," I replied, sort of uncertainly. Shaking the can, he squirted out the shaving cream and spread it all over my dick and balls, squeezing my balls as he did it. I gasped, I guess, because he looked up at me and smiled sort of threateningly. Then he started shaving. I'd just turned 18 a couple of months before, but I guess I looked younger. I was sort of a late bloomer, which made business good. I'm about 5' 7", I guess, blond sort of long-hair, and pretty skinny. I don't have much body hair, none on my chest, or butt, and not much on my legs except up around the thighs, and Jack shaved that away along with my pubic hair. By the time he was done, I was completely hairless, and thought to myself that this guy really was kind of kinky. When he was done, he sort of stood there and looked at me for a while, admiring his work, I guess. Then he went and got a bottle of oil, and started rubbing it on my dick, masturbating me. It felt really good, and I felt a little more secure, and got a terrific hard-on. But as I got close to coming, he stopped. Guess he thought it was too soon. He was into this dominance thing big time, and was in control. After he'd shaved me, he went and got a thing that looked like a long tube with a syringe on one end, like they use to give you shots, but no needle that I could see. He showed it to me, moving it in front of my face so I could see it. "I'm going to stick this into your dick," he said. "It's called a cathetar. It'll probably hurt a little as it goes in." Again, he waited for a response. Again, I thought of the money and said "Yes, sir." I figured this was not going to be fun. And it wasn't. He guided the tip of the tube into my dick, and started pushing it inside me. It felt like sandpaper. I was breathing hard, but trying to stay still so as not to cause myself any more pain. When he'd gotten most of it inside, I realized that I couldn't control my bladder. Piss was starting come out the other end of the tube. He clipped the tube at the end, though, to stop the flow, and injected whatever what in the syringe. I felt an expansion in my bladder, and looked at him sort of nervously, I guess. "We're filling a little baloon at the end of the cathetar with water to keep it inside you. It can't come out now unless I let the water out." Once he'd filled the balloon, he removed the syringe, and attached the other end of the tube to what looked like one of those intraveneous bags you see in hospitals that was hanging from a hook in the rafter. It had some kind of liquid in it, and the liquid started to go into me through the cathetar. After a few minutes this got pretty uncomfortable, like I had to pee real bad, and so I started to try to push the liquid out again. I could do this if I pushed real hard, but I couldn't keep it out. If I relaxed, it just flowed back in me. Jack thought this was pretty funny, and watched me try to get the liquid back out. Finally, I was so tired I just gave up, and let the liquid flow. By the time the bag was empty, I was really uncomfortable, and kind of squirming on the table to find a more comfortable position, but there wasn't one. I just felt bloated and had sort of a bad stomach ache, but I could stand this, I thought, if it didn't go on too long. Jack disconnected the bag, crimped the end of the cathetar so none of the liquid could get out, and then went for another tube that looked the same as the one that was in my dick, but was larger. "This one's for your ass," he said. "Yes, sir," I said, sort of panting. Jack spread a little grease on this second tube, and, reaching between my legs and moving my balls out of the way, guided it up inside me. This one hurt less, but went in a lot deeper. Really, it just sort of felt weird, like I had to take a shit or something. Then he started squeezing the air-bulb on this one, and my bowels seemed to fill up. He smiled down at me. "Another little balloon," he said, "to keep it in place." Once he'd inflated the balloon, he removed the air-bulb and went to get a big rubber sack with a hose coming out of it. It was wet. He hung this from the same rafter over the table, connected the hose to what was in my ass, and released a clamp that had crimped the hose, preventing it from leaking. I felt a flow of liquid up my ass. It felt okay, at first, but pretty soon started to hurt real bad. Real bad. I was already bloated from what he'd put up my dick. This made that feel a whole lot worse. My stomach ache got to be almost unbearable. I watched as my belly started to rise, as though I was pregnant. Again, I tried to push back the liquid, but the effort hurt so much with each push, that I finally gave up, knowing it was futile. The water kept flowing into me, making my belly bigger and bigger. I had to shit. I had to get it out. Finally, the bag was empty and I was crying, begging him to let it out. "This is only half-a-gallon," he said. "Do you really want me to let it out?" I thought about the money. I needed it really bad. I owed someone money who would do stuff to me a lot worse than this if I didn't pay up. But, the pain was terrible. "No," I finally said though my tears, "I'll be okay," hoping I could get used to the pain. But that wasn't going to happen. Jack disconnected the hose, crimped the end of the tube up my ass so nothing could leak out, put away the water bag, pulled up a chair, and sat down by the edge of the table to watch me for a while. I just kept squirming, trying to stop the pain, but it wouldn't stop. I think it was the way I was lying, on my back, with the weight of all that liquid pressing down on me. I don't know. We stayed like this, me squirming, Jack watching, for a long time. Finally he got up and started rubbing my dick again. This time the feeling was terrible. With each stroke, the cathetar moved inside me, scraping the inside of my dick, causing terrible pain. But, it got hard anyway, in spite of the pain. Finally, Jack put his hand on my belly and started to push, sort of gently at first, but then harder. I screamed and started to cry again. Jack smiled and stopped pushing. After a while, he untied my ankles and wrists, and told me to stand up. This was real hard and real painful, but I made it, hoping that another position would relieve some of the pain. It didn't. The pain got worse. He told me to stand up straight, and to put my hands on my head. Fetching a steel restraint that looked like it had come out of the dark ages, he clamped my wrists at each end of the pole, securing it in the middle around my neck. So, my arms, bent at the elbow, were held level with my chin and each about a foot from my head. I looked like I was in a stick-up. Next, he attached two chains to the steel bar and hooked these to one of the rafters. Then he made me bend my knees slightly, and clamped a chain attached to the floor to my balls. I couldn't straighten my legs without pulling on the chain attached to my balls, which caused great pain, and I couldn't kneel completely on the floor because the chains attached to the bar holding my hands and neck wouldn't allow it without choaking me. I had to support myself with the strength of my thighs. Jack stood back and admired his work again, watdhing me sort of hanging there, but really supporting my weight with bent legs, unable to straighten them without pulling on my balls. He smiled. "Just getting you ready for later," he said. Before leaving the room (and he was gone for what seemed like forever), he attached two steel clamps to my nipples, their sharp teeth cutting into my skin. Each clamp had a chain that hung down, and he attached these to a ring that he fastened around my dick. As the weight of my dick pulled the chains, the clamps got tighter, making me scream from a new source of pain. "The best answer," he said, before leaving the room, "is to think happy thoughts. Give yourself a hard-on so your dick will rise. Of course, the hard-on will make the cathetar move in your dick, and that won't be pleasant, but if you can keep it up, that pain will be much less than what your flaccid little dick will cause your titties." There was really nothing I could do. My legs ached already, and I had started to sweat both from the warmth of the room, and from the exertion of supporting my full weight with my thigh muscles. I tried just dangling from the bar that held my hands and neck, but the bar tightened around my throat, choaking me. I tried standing a little straighter, figuring that I could endure a bit of pain in my balls, but as the chain pulled my balls downward, the nipple clamps got tighter too, and this was more than I could stand. My stomach was terribly cramped. I was having spasms of pain as the liquid injected up my ass made its way up into my bowels. I had to pee and shit worse than I'd ever had to before, and I couldn't do either. I was stuck, wishing I'd never come home with this guy. After maybe 45 minutes, Jack came back into the room with a ball gag which he forced into my mouth, and buckled behind my head. Then he started stroking my body, running his hands over my chest and belly, massaging my inner thighs, squeezing my balls, gently at first, then more firmly. I was crying. After maybe 15 minutes of this, he unfastened the bar that held my wrists and neck, and let me kneel on the floor while he removed the chain from my balls. Then, lifting me to my feet, he pushed me against a huge 8-foot cross, spread my legs wide apart, and tied them to hooks on the beams. Next he tied my hands above my head, forcing me to stand on tip-toes that barely touched the floor. When I was secured, he began to tie my balls, separating them in the ball sack and tying each ball separately and tightly, and attaching a small metal weight to each which dangled against the front of my legs. The agony continued as he left the room for another 45-minute break. When he finally returned, I was nearly exhausted. He untied my wrists and ankles, and removed the metal weights from my balls (though he left them tied). He then handcuffed my wrists in front of me, and told me to kneel over a large pain in the corner. He began to remove the tube in my ass, warning me to hold my water until he told me it was okay to dump. I did my best as he slid the tube out of my ass, and then released my load. As my bowels drained, I felt some relief, though my belly still ached from the liquid in my bladder. I hoped this would be next, but he made no move to remove the cathetar. Instead, he filled the rubber enema sack again, and inserted another tube up my ass, filling me once again with half a gallon of water. Removing the tube, he told me to let it out right away, and we continued this process five more times, each time filling me with a half gallon of fresh water. By the time I'd expelled the fifth bag of water, it was coming out clear, as though there was nothing more to clean out. "Clean enough," he announced. He took me back to the long table, and told me to lie down on my stomach with my dick poking through a four-inch hole bored in the middle of the table top. This was incredibly painful as my bladder was still full, and I was lying with the weight of my middle on my bound balls. He tied my wrists and ankles to the corners of the table, and then moved back and began to strip off his own clothes. It was time to be fucked, I guessed, and, sure enough, he lifted my belly, forcing a pillow under my middle to raise my ass higher in the air. Then, reaching under the table, he adjusted the cathetar somehow. I wasn't sure what he'd done, but I heard slow drips hitting the metal bottom of a pail that he'd placed under the table, below my dick, so I assumed he was releasing the water in my bladder, very slowly. Finally, straddling the table, he forced a greasy finger up inside me. Despite the pain, I was very excited. In fact, the pain seemed to increase my excitement and the sensitivity of my body. He took his time preparing me, inserting first one, then two fingers into my ass, finally driving a third one in up to the knuckle. He'd begun to breath hard, anticipating what would come next. Finally, I felt him move his body into place, and felt my ass part as he began to penetrate me, resting his weight against my back, pressing me harder into the table, compressing my aching bladder and increasing the flow of liquid from my dick. He fucked me slowly, rythmically, each thrust driving my belly against the table and releasing more liquid from my now fully-erect dick. He was taking his time, hoping to deflate me, I guess, before he came. Finally, I felt his body go rigid as he thrust deeply inside me while, at the same time, reaching under the table and adjusting the flow from my dick. Suddenly, a solid stream of urine hit the pail, and I felt my bladder empty just as his hot load began to fill my bowels. I moaned with pleasure and relief, wishing that I could come too, but knowing that, with the cathetar still in place, this was impossible. When he was done, he climbed off me, and untied my wrists and ankles. He ordered me to turn over, and retied me to the table on my back. Releasing the water from the cathetar, he began to back the tube out of my hard dick, causing me a lot of pain. But, when he'd completely removed the cathetar, he began to suck me while pulling gently on the chains connected to the nipple clamps, again mixing pleasure and pain in an irresistible combination. I came without much coaxing, my come searing the inside of my dick like molten lead as it flowed from my body. This was both the most painful and most electrifying orgasm of my life, an experience we sought often to recreate in coming months. I was scared of him, never knowing what he would do to cause me pain, but the pain was always consumated with unbelievable pleasure, making each experience worth enduring.

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Date: Wed, 29 Aug 2001 08:35:12 EDT From: Percxyz@aol.com Subject: Dominated By Doug 15 Dominated by Doug Chapter 15 by Percxyz@aol.com Doug looked at me and gave me a sexy, cocky grin. I knew that grin well. I usually saw it after Doug had finished in my mouth or ass. At those times it said, "I just filled you with my cum, pussyboy, and we both know you loved it." Right now it said, "We both know you are hot for my dick, so get on it and I'll shoot a load down your throat." I stepped over to Doug and dropped to my knees on the floor in front of him. He was still bare chested and I drank in the dight of his taut abs and the mounds of muscle in his chest. I let my gaze drop, taking in the faded blue denim of his jeans and the bulge in his crotch. I saw he was wearing a pair of tennis shoes without socks and just the sight of his bare ankles, the strip of leather encircling one, made my cock throb again. I looked up to his face. Doug was staring down at me, watching my reaction to being on my knees in front of him. I thought he would reach for his zipper, but instead, he continued to stare at me, his hands at his sides. I watched his hands for a second, my mouth watering at the sight of the veins standing out along his forearms. I wanted to lean forward and suck his fingers, but wasn't sure what to do. I looked up at his face again. Doug's grin was still there. I just waited, staring up at him. Just as I was about ready to beg, his right hand moved to the top of my head, while his left unzipped his jeans. The trail of hair running down from his navel widened as he opened them and pulled down his boxers. His cock was already hard and sprang upward. I felt his fist tighten in my hair as he began to pull my mouth to the shiny head of his cock. I let it slide between my lips, tasting his salty precum. It was a taste I had learned to love. I heard myself moan in pleasure and then heard Doug chuckle above me. In what was now a well practiced move, I let the length of his manhood slide into my throat. The brutal face fuck that Johnny had just given me actually made it easier. Doug's chuckle turned into a sigh of pleasure as his cock sank home. He held my head firmly, his cock soaking in my mouth. I turned my head upward a fraction and looked up his tight belly and chest to his face. Doug's eyes were closed and I wondered how long I would have to hold my breath. I managed to move my tongue along the underside of his shaft a bit and was rewarded when Doug's body twitched. He slowly pulled his hips backward, dragging his cock slowly out from between my lips. I watched as it appeared, amazed that I was so turned on by this stud's cock in my mouth. But I was in heaven, I couldn't deny it. I wanted nothing more than to make this man cum and taste his hot load as it spurted out of his cock onto my tongue. Briefly the thought went through my head that I shouldn't be so infatuated with another man's cock, or even another male for that matter, but I banished the thought and went back to work. I obediently took Doug's thrust into my mouth, working my tongue as best I could on his head and shaft. Doug forced my lips to his pubes, then pulled out again. He set up a steady, but slow rhythm, leisurely filling my mouth with his length, then leaving me empty. I lost myself in the feel of his cock sliding over my lips, the brief tastes of his precum as the head of his cock slid along my tongue. After a few minutes, Doug's slow thrusting began to speed up, his cock taking my mouth and throat faster and faster. I watched the muscles in his right forearm flex as he held my head in place and my desire for him grew even more. I clamped my lips harder around his shaft, milking it the way he had taught me, and heard him draw in a breath in appreciation. His hips moved even faster and I felt his balls, which had been slapping against my chin, begin to draw up. I could tell he was about to cum and I wanted nothing more than to bring him off. With a loud groan, Doug began to pump his cum into my mouth. He kept up the movement of his hips through the first few spurts. They hit the roof of my mouth, shot along my tongue and down my throat. Then he suddenly pulled his spurting dick from my mouth. I knelt, mouth still open as he pumped another five large spurts onto my cheeks, forehead, eyes and lips. I took it like the obedient cocksucker I was, enjoying the taste of this stud in my mouth and the warm cum dripping along my cheeks to my chin. Finally, Doug's body relaxed and he slowly let his softening cock slide out of my mouth. I sat back on my heels when he released my hair, panting from the effort. My cock was still rock hard and my hand moved to it involuntarily. "Save it, faggot!" Doug's sharp words stopped my hand before I even got a hold on my cock. I looked up at him. He was slowly zipping up his jeans, a picture of pure masculinity in front of me. Stifling my desire to cum in favor of my desire to make Doug happy, I let my hand drop to my side. Doug flashed me his superior grin "That was me marking what's mine so that you will remember who owns you, cock, mouth and asshole. Get it pussyboy?" I nodded, cum dripping onto my top lip. I licked it off unconsciously. Doug smiled again. "You really like the taste of my jizz, don't you guy?" I nodded again and Doug told me to get up and get cleaned up. I obeyed, forcing my stiff cock into my shorts and heading for the shower. When I had dried and dressed, Doug told me to follow him as he pulled on a shirt. We left the dorm, walked to the sidewalk and turned to the right, heading up the hill. I tried to act nonchalant as we walked along, but I was dying to know what Doug had in mind. As we turned onto another road a few blocks later, I began to get an idea. My cock, which had softened from the shower and the walk, began to grow again. We were walking along a street lined with huge homes of all kinds of styles - Frat Row. Sure enough, just a few blocks later, Doug stopped on the sidewalk in front of his frat house. I looked at the place. Two guys were passing a football back and forth in the front lawn and called a greeting to Doug. He replied and then led me to the front door. I was having trouble pulling my eyes away from the sight of the two frat studs. One was shirtless and I was enjoying the sight of his smooth pecs and his biceps flexing as he tossed the ball. He had a beautiful V- shaped torso and my cock, already hard, twitched at the sight of him. His buddy ws equally well developed, but wearing a shirt. Still it hung off his chest and back in a sexy way. I forced myself to look at Doug and followed him onto the large front porch of the frat house. Doug opened the door and I followed him inside. There were several guys in a room to the right watching television. I was worried I was going to start drooling. I knew that Doug's frat was known to be a "jock" house, but I hadn't had the chance to see so many of the studs up close before this. Doug led me long a central hallway heading straight back through the house to a door part way along on the left. When we got to it, Doug stopped and knocked. We only waited a few seconds before the door was opened by a dark haired stud. He said hello to Doug, then glanced over at me. I saw his eyes narrow and watched as his eyes traveled down then back up me appraisingly. The guy stepped back and Doug moved into the room. I simply followed. We entered a large sitting room, complete with a couple of couches, a desk, chairs and a TV. As I looked around, I heard the guy ask with a tone of disbelief, "Is this the guy, Doug?" "Sure is," Doug replied. The guy had shut the door. "Damn. He doesn't look like a cocksucker." I felt both proud and embarrassed. I wasn't sure what a cocksucker was supposed to look like, but I was glad I didn't fit the mold. Still, to hear this complete stranger call me a cocksucker made my face go red. The guy saw that and laughed at me. "He wasn't until he met me," Doug said. "Don't worry, kid. Doug's told me all about you." His hand dropped to his crotch, massaging the bulge in his tight jeans. "I got something here that I'm sure you will like." Watching him rub his crotch had my own cock now completely stiff. "Well we can both see how much you want it, Clay," Doug said. "Why don't you get on your knees and show him just how good a cocksucker I've made you?" It was more a command than a suggestion and I knew it. Still, seeing this hot stud looking at me expectantly had my hormones ruling my judgment. I took two steps closer to the guy. He was cleancut, his black hair cut fairly short. As I approached, he smiled and I was completely lost. My eyes locked onto his blue eyes as I sank to my knees. I tore my gaze from his eyes and took in what must have been two days stubble on his face. If anything, it made him look even sexier. I dropped my gaze further to his crotch which was now just a few inches from my face. The guy put his hands on his hips and just stood there. I hesitated. "Get to it, boy!" Doug ordered. I immediately reached for the button of the guy's jeans. I popped it open and pulled his shirt upwards. This gave me a glimpse of his abs and a thin line of dark hair which ran down the center and disappeared into his jeans. I wanted just to lean forward and lick his abs, just worship his body with my tongue. As I worked the zipper, I did it, my tongue lapping at his slightly salty skin. I heard him laugh again above me. "Shit Doug! This little faggot is hot for me." I had the zipper undone and slid his jeans down. The boxers he was wearing were pulled partway down as I did it. I could feel the heat from his crotch and the sexy musk nearly overwhelmed me. I continued to lick at his abs while I pulled down his boxers, then felt his cock hitting against my chin. Not wasting any time, I pulled my head back until the frat boy's cock stood proudly in front of my face. I risked a glance up at him and our eyes met again. He was staring at me intently. I watched a smirk form on his lips as I opened mine and let the head of his cock slide between them. As I closed my mouth around his cock head, his eyes closed in pleasure. He threw his head back and grabbed my head with both hands. I tried to adjust as his hips moved forward and he forced his cock into my mouth, then my throat. I tried not to choke as he sighed in pleasure. He had a good seven inches which were thickest just behind the ridge of his flaring head. I got a quick taste of his precum, which in my opinion was not as good as Doug's before he forced his cock deeper. I let my hands move from his hips around to his ass, feeling the muscles clench as his drove his cock into my head. He pulled his hips back, dragging his cock out of my mouth, then spiked my throat again. I moved my hands up his back feeling his soft skin covering his tight, hard muscles and the center line of his spine. His body moved under my hands as he slowly fucked my face. He didn't seem to mind me feeling him, so I ran my hands around his sides to his chest. His hips were moving faster now and the taste of his precum was filling my mouth. My fingers explored the ridges of his abdomen, then the mounds of his pecs. He let out a low moan as my fingers toyed gently with his nipples. "Oh fuck yeah...." he moaned. "That's it, boy. Suck my cock and rub my chest. Oh fuck yeah! That's it. Keep that up, cocksucker. Ahhh!" Before I knew it, this frat stud was unloading in my mouth. I tasted his salty cum as spurt after spurt shot onto my tongue. The guy kept pumping his dick into me, not stopping while he shot like so many guys did. Several spurts hit the back of my throat, almost choking me. His hands had tightened almost painfully on my head, but with his cock filling my mouth, there was no way for me to protest, even if I had wanted to. So I knelt there in this frat boy's room, sucking his cum down my throat as he fucked my face. Finally, his hips stopped moving and he pulled his cock out of my mouth. He was still rock hard. "Damn, this boy sucks like fucking Hoover, Doug! I never blow a nut that fast." "Yeah, I taught him right. I've made ol' Clay here into a first class cock slut." "You said he likes it up the ass?" "Almost as much as down the throat. He fucking shoots his pussy wad if you fuck him hard enough." "Hot damn. You can bet I'm gonna get me some of that. But I guess that will have to wait for later." Hearing them talk about me like I was something to be used got me even hotter than I had been with this guy's cock shooting in my mouth as Doug watched. My cock was leaking precum like crazy and I could feel the wet spot forming in my shorts. My lips still tingled from the friction of the stud's cock pistoning in my mouth. I suddenly realized that I didn't even know the guy's name. Hell, I hadn't even met the guy for thirty seconds before I had his body in mine. Now with his cum in my belly, he was in me for good. I felt my face flush, but screwed up my courage to ask. "Um. Uh. Doug, can I ask... Um." I looked up past the hard cock to the guy's face. "What's your name?" He burst out laughing and I heard Doug chuckling too. "So once you have a belly full of a guy's cum you want to know his name?" he asked me. "Kinda presumptuous, aren't you?" I didn't know what to say and let my eyes drop down to his feet. Doug made the introduction. "Clay, I want you to meet Josh, the president of the fraternity." I wasn't sure what to do, being on my knees, but I put my hand up to shake with him. Josh gave my a grin and patted me on the head. I let my hand drop and it went unconsciously to my crotch. I squeezed my cock through my shorts as Josh petted me like a dog. Josh pulled his jeans closed and saw where my hand was. "You better save that, cocksucker. Unless you like sucking dick after you've blown a load." Doug spoke as I let my hand drop to my side. "You'd be surprised, Josh. I've fucked his pussyboy load right out of him plenty of times and he still is as cock crazy as ever. He can't get enough." That was only partially true. When Doug made me cum during one of the sexual marathons he liked, there were plenty of times that I would have preferred to just collapse on the bed and sleep, but he had trained me to keep going to please him regardless of how I felt. But it was true that I was cock crazy. For the thousandth time I wondered how he had made me crave cock the way I did. But then I looked at him again and the wave of lust that washed through me wiped the thought from my mind. "You can be damn sure I'm gonna get some more of this. I'd have never thought a guy like him would be a cocksucker if I hadn't just blown my nut in his mouth. Fucker swallowed every drop too! Shit, he's built well and I guess is good looking enough. How'd you know he was a fag, Doug? He make a pass at you?" "Hell, all I had to do was watch his eyes. I caught him checking out my body a couple times, so one night when I was horny I put my suspicions to the test." Doug looked at me. "Took both your cherries that night. Remember Clay? I loved the way you whimpered like a little girl and then even tried to fight me a little when I made you a pussyboy. You loved it too. Didn't you?" I didn't say anything. "Well?" he demanded. "Yeah, Doug. I loved it too. I didn't think I would and it hurt at first, but I loved it." Admitting this in front of Josh was embarrassing, but I didn't care. Hell, I had just blown the guy. This wouldn't be any surprise to him. Doug and Josh exchanged an amused look. "So," Doug said, "who did you line up? I decided on two, myself." "Zach, first. Then Rod and Sam," Josh replied. "The twins?" Doug asked. "I hadn't considered them. You already talked to them?" "Sure did." I wasn't exactly sure what they meant by their conversation, but was getting an idea. Josh's comment about sucking dick after having shot my wad came back to me. I was suddenly nervous. They couldn't be planning on having me suck off all those guys, could they? I looked from Doug to Josh and back to Doug. "Get up on your feet, cocksucker," Doug said. I rose to my feet, and stood there, shifting my weight from one foot to the other nervously. Josh did up his pants, moved to one of the couches and sat down. He grabbed the phone on the coffee table and dialed. Doug moved to a chair and sat, leaving me standing in the middle of the floor. "Hey, Zach. It's Josh. You about ready? Yeah, I'm serious. Get down here and you'll see. Yeah. Alright. Oh, and by the way, he does a hell of a job!" Josh laughed. "Of course I did! Yeah, see ya soon." Josh turned and looked at me. "Your next meal is on the way." He and Doug both burst out laughing. I didn't have to wait long. Apparently Zach lived in the frat house. The knock on the door came just a couple minutes later. Josh yelled out for Zach to come on in and the door swung open. The guy who came in was shorter than me, standing about five seven or five eight, but was incredibly well built. It looked like he had spent the past ten years in the weight room. Even so, he still was light on his feet and the muscle looked natural on him, not steroid induced. He shut the door behind him and turned to look at me. "Looks normal enough," he said. His hair was blond, though not as light as Doug's. He wore it kind of long but it looked good. He walked closer to me, still eyeing me. "He may look normal enough, but he is a cocksucker through and through," Josh said. I looked down at the floor. Zach walked up to me and I stared at his jean covered legs and leather loafers. I raised my eyes until I reached his face. I was looking down at him. He looked me in the eye for a minute. "Strip and assume the position, Clay," Doug ordered. I obediently kicked off my shoes, pulled off my shirt and shorts, then sank to my knees as Zach's eyes widened in surprise. I was embarrassed to be buck ass naked in a room with three frat guys, two of whom I didn't even know and on my knees, to boot, but there was no disobeying Doug. Zach's look of surprise had turned to a look of pleasure as I took the submissive position at his feet. Zach wore a pair of khaki shorts, white t-shirt and sandals. He didn't wait for me, pulling open the button of his shorts and unzipping them. As his cock grew towards my face, I saw he wore no underwear. His cock was shorter than Josh's, but fatter. I leaned in to take him in my mouth. "He's just gonna suck me right here in front of both of you?" He asked. "This dude has no shame." "No, he's just been taught to be a good little cocksucker," Doug told him. By then, I had taken the head of Zach's cock between my lips and closed my mouth around it. I heard a hissed intake of breath then Zach's hands were on my head, guiding me down until my nose was pressed into his pubes. "Damn. He can take it all. Fuck that feels good." "Take yours?" Josh asked. "Doug tells me the cocksucker can take him to the root and you know how long his dick is. This boy was just made to suck dick. How's it feel?" "Fucking great! God! The way he uses his tongue. He knows how to milk a guy's rod, that's for sure. Ohhhh, fuck yeah. Eat my dick you fucking faggot. Suck my cock and make me cum. You little shit. Don't even know me and you're on your knees with me skull fucking you. Worthless cocksucker. Milk me! Tighten up those lips! Yeah, that's the way. Eat my dick, dude. I wanna cum in your cocksucking mouth." All the talk had one effect, at least on me. It made me hotter than ever. Doug had always been vocal during sex. Sucking Josh had gone by so quickly that I had just taken his load almost before I knew it. But Zach was definitely into this scene. He wanted his cum down another guy's throat and intended for me to know it. I let my hands move to his hips as I had done with Josh. "Get your fucking hands off me, faggot!" he ordered. I immediately dropped my hands to my sides. "You are here to provide a hot wet hole for my dick. Not to feel me up like I am some toy for you to play with. You are the fucking toy, cocksucker. Just like one of those blow up dolls with the fake mouths. Only you've got the real thing and once I've blown my load down your throat, there won't be any washing it out. You will just swallow all my sperm and thank me for putting it in you. Oh. Fuck. Fuck! I'm coming!!" I felt Zach's fingers digging into my scalp as he drove his cock deep into my throat and held it there. I could feel it throbbing as he pumped his cum into me. "Drink it faggot. Swallow it!" he commanded. "Eat my fucking load, you cocksucking bitch. Ahhhhh yeahhhhh." The last was almost a growl of pleasure. I felt him relax and saw him visibly sag in front of me as the tension left his body. Still, he held his cock in my mouth for a few more seconds. Then he let it slip out, softening as it did. As I knelt there, looking at the part of this man which had just been inside me, Zach milked the shaft of his cock until a large pearly drop of cum formed at the slit. I looked up at his flushed face. "Lick it off, boy. Show me what a slut you are for dick and sperm." I licked the cum off the head of his cock and enjoyed it. Zach zipped up his shorts and swaggered over to the couch. He sat down next to Josh. "So anyone else coming to this party?" Josh picked up the phone again. In a few minutes there was a knock at the door. To my relief, as I was still naked and on my knees, Josh asked who it was. Rod answered and Josh told him to come in, but don't open the door too wide. A slim, tall dark haired guy slipped inside, followed by his exact double. I felt my cock, which had been softening during the wait, start to stiffen again. "Damn!" said one of the guys. "He really is here. Shit. I've been looking forward to this!" "Me too," chimed in the other. They were obviously Rod and Sam. As they talked with Josh, Doug and Zach, I realized that they could tell them apart, but to me they looked exactly the same. Regardless, they were both hot men. Well developed jocks, which seemed to be the only type that could make it into this fraternity. I immediately thought soccer, just from the body type. A bit too muscular for swimmers, but not enough for football and too short for basketball. They stood about five ten or eleven, and had brown eyes to go with their dark hair and darker complection. Unlike Doug's tan, theirs was just their natural coloring. Not as dark as Johnny, but certainly not from Sweden either. "No sense in waiting around," one of them said. He stepped up in front of me. "Yeah, just go for it, Sam. He's obviously ready for it." Doug told him. Sam stepped up and I realized that he was the one wearing the white shirt. He dropped his shorts, showing hard in a pair of jockeys. He flipped them down and a nice seven inch cock appeared, pointing at my eye. Sam grabbed my head and with the lust and impatience of any college age guy shoved the head of his cock between my lips. "Go for it, Sammy!" I heard his brother cheering him on. He was definitely going for it. Within a few seconds, he had pushed his way into my throat. He wasn't too thick and after what I had been through already, he was fairly easy to take. I heard him let out a moan above me and twisted my head back a little. I looked up his body. Even encased in his t-shirt he was a sexy guy. Of course, the fact that his cock was filling my mouth may have had something to do with that perception. Still, he had the look on his face of a confident, even arrogant, frat boy and I loved every second. He wasted no time, following his brother's coaching and fucking my face hard. I used all of the tricks that Doug had taught me, and soon felt his body stiffening. He wasn't a talker, like Zach, but he was enthusiastic. A few seconds later, he let out a loud sighing moan and began to pump his juice into my mouth. "Oh shit!" he said. "Did you want that? I didn't mean to just cum in your mouth!" Doug burst out laughing. "He was born to swallow cum, buddy. Fill him full. We all have, and Rod is waiting." Sam was good for a few more spurts of tasty cum. He held his cock so that just the head was in my mouth and finished, covering my tongue with his salty cum. I lapped it up with pleasure. This guy tasted good. Not as good as Doug, but I was beginning to suspect that no one would ever taste as good as Doug. Finally finished cumming, Sam stood there with his cock soaking in my mouth. He was roughly pushed aside by his twin. "Stop hogging the cocksucker, brother. I need to get off too!" Rod's jeans were open already and his cock, a match to that of his brother's, quickly filled my mouth. He simply stood there, not even moving his hips. I only took a second to realize what he wanted - the old kneel and bob. I began to work my mouth up and down his cock, sucking it for all I was worth. Honestly, I was getting tired. My jaws were aching, but Doug wanted me to do this and I wanted to taste Rod. To see if he tasted like his brother. Within four or five minutes, Rod was panting and I could tell he was about to cum. My skills were paying off with big dividends. Rod let loose with a torrent of cum, much more than his brother, but just as tasty. As the last spurts went down my throat, he sighed contentedly. Sam buttoned up his jeans and plopped down in a lazyboy. "So are we the chosen few?" "No," Doug said. "Matt will be here in a few." He looked at his watch. "I told him to be here exactly at..." There was a knock at the door. Doug grinned. "There he is." Once again, Josh yelled and confirmed that it was Matt. He let himself in and stopped in his tracks after shutting the door. His eyes were focused on me. I would have been embarrassed except that I was stunned. Matt was a guy I knew. I had helped him on several physics quizzes. By helping, I mean that I kept my paper in clear view for him. Shit, with a body like his I would have typed the answers onto his paper if I could have figured out how. **************** Author's note: I guess I have asked for some support in the past and want to thank everyone who has written. I know this ends kind of in the middle, but it was getting too long to be manageable. Look at it this was - instead of this being the last chapter, now there will be at least one more. Anything comments would be appreciated. Thanks.

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Date: Thu, 19 Jul 2001 22:12:19 -0400 From: Sidney Gittler Subject: Timmy in Chains 2 Timmy in Chains: Part 2 By Sid G Timmy looked at his older brother on the floor of Captain Morgan's limo. Naked, hands bound behind his back with plastic ties, another tie around his ankles and behind his balls. Plus a ball gag filled his mouth. Timmy realized he was trussed the same way. What surprised him was Roger's cock. As hard as his own, and it was leaking. Roger on the other hand was dazed and confused. His perfect plan to rid himself of his faggot baby brother and make two thousand dollars in the bargain was up in smoke. He'd been stripped, raped twice and was now bound and gagged. Headed someplace, a slave sex club for boys the Captain had said. It wasn't fair, he wasn't a faggot; he'd just done those things to Timmy because the bastard deserved them. But yet as he felt the bumps in the road as the miles rolled past he started thinking about everything since he and his two friends started on Timmy Friday afternoon. Yeah, he'd enjoyed beating and chaining him. But fucking the twelve-year-old's mouth and ass had really excited him, made him feel good. How hard he'd been the whole time. How hard, he suddenly realized, he was right then. "Timmy, I think your big brother is beginning to understand the truth about himself," the Captain said as he stroked the youngster's tiny prick. Timmy nodded, all he could do with the ball gag firmly in place. "Oh dear, I forgot about that. If I take it out do you promise not to yell or cry." Timmy nodded vigorously and the Captain removed the gag and gently massaged the boy's jaw so it worked properly. "Now boy, do you think the one on the floor understands now?" This time Timmy looked from his master to his brother and back before answering. "That he's gay too? I think so, it's what else is coming I'm not even sure of Master." "Are you gay boy?" the Captain said and kicked Roger in the ribs. Roger gasped and nodded. "If I take your gag off will you scream or cry?" Roger shook his head hard and the Captain removed Roger's gag. Roger started crying but forced the sobs down and was relieved not to be struck again. "You said something about me going to a slave club and taking Timmy home with you for now," Roger said. "That's right, you both belong to me now. You will do as I, my employees or clients tell you or you will be punished. This will be your life until you're eighteen and the sooner you accept it the easier it will on you. I take care of my slaves and there are limits to what the customers can do. But you will be fucked, whipped, beaten, and tortured every day." "But won't my, our parents come looking for us?" Roger said. "Oh I'm sure they'll call the cops tomorrow and tell them you're both missing and put up posters and all that shit. Then the police will get a letter accusing your father of raping and beating both of you. He'll deny it but the shame will cause him to kill your mother and then commit suicide." "Cool," Timmy said. Roger looked at the Captain and brother in shock. Then smiled. "How about our inheritances? I know Dad's got some life insurance policies, don't know how much. Plus the house and all." Captain Morgan leaned back and laughed. "I think you'll do well boy, I may even have a place for you after your done being a boy slave. Not many of the slaves have as much education as you two. Had one whose mother sold him at three for drugs. Not to me, Cat worked other places first, but he's gone now." "Dead?" Timmy whispered. "Oh no, a customer went to far and he became useless to me so I sold him to a customer who's taking good care of him now. I told you boy, you will not be killed and you will be taken care of. But I tell you what, since this is the last time the two of you will be together for a while why don't you 69 on the floor," Morgan said and pushed Timmy off the seat. When Timmy hit the floor he was face to face with Roger. "It's ok, everything will be ok. We'll be together soon and after I'm eighteen we'll be together again." "I'm so sorry for everything I did to you, said to you. But for some reason not this. Do you understand? Timmy reached forward and kissed Roger's lips, nodded, then turned around and licked the precum off his brother's cock. Roger gasped and for the first time in his life took a cock into his mouth. It was Timmy's turn to gasp and swallow his brother's cock. Slowly working his small lips up and down his brother's hard six inches. Somehow it tasted different. It wasn't the cock that raped him but one making love to him. And when he felt his big brother's lips on his groin he felt feelings he'd never felt before. Tears rolled down Roger's cheeks as he worked on his baby brother's cock. This was so good, so right. Why had he listened to his father's venom all these years? He started working on the small, hard, throbbing cock in his mouth in ways he didn't know he knew. Feeling his sperm looking for a way to escape from behind the plastic strap. Timmy pulled his mouth of Roger's cock. "Master, please cut the straps, let us share our seed once with love." Captain Morgan leaned over to where the glasses and snacks were and lifted a cover. He picked up a long knife, opened it and leaned over. He gently cut the two cock restraints and the boys went back to work. It took moments before brother swallowed brother's load. Once spent they carefully cleaned the cock in their mouth before licking their lips clean. "Boy's I have a feeling that a lot of my clients will like the idea of having brothers together. Especially two hot ones, especially after we get you shaved." "I don't shave," Timmy said. "He means your pubes and underarm," Roger said. "That'll make us look even younger than we are and I guess the client's like that." "How old are you boy?" "Fifteen Master and Timmy's twelve," Roger said. "And you've always been top dog at school." "Yes Sir." "Well boy, you've got a lot to learn about being a boy slave whore but I don't want you forgetting how to be top dog. I need a boy with a brain in the slave quarters to be in charge, keep things in order without me or my staff having to do everything." "Won't the others resent a newcomer taking over?" Timmy said. "Oh they may baby bro, but if they don't listen to logic then they'll learn the hard way. Or have you forgotten how I treated you the last two days already?" Roger said. Timmy leaned over and kissed his brother. They sat in silence for the rest of the trip to Captain's Morgan secluded mansion. Timmy jerked his eyes open when they pulled off the road and rolled up the driveway. "Are we there Sir?" Timmy said. "We're home, Hercules will take your brother to the club once he has you in your cage." Timmy heard the word and it didn't even bother him. A fact he didn't even find curious. The car stopped and they heard the front door open. "I'll be waiting for you Timmy," Roger said. "I don't know how long it'll be, but I'll be there," Timmy said. Neither boy noticed the Captain wipe his eyes as he left the car. "Hercules, tell Bart to put Roger aside and call Sam Charger. Ask him to come in and start the training." "You think the boy's up to that?" "Has to be, if he's going to be what I think he can be." Hercules nodded, leaned into the car, lifted Timmy out and threw the tiny boy over his shoulder. Timmy waved his bound hands toward the Captain and his brother as they proceeded around the house. Hercules opened a door and turned the light on revealing five cages, there was another boy in one. Hercules put Timmy next to one away from the boy and cut the plastic ties, then replaced them with a collar around his throat that he locked then hooked a chain to. "In boy, this is your home. If you need to shit or piss pick one corner." "Yes Sir." "Actually there's a big bucket in there, now get a good night's sleep." "Thank you Sir," Timmy said and entered the cage. He found he could barely stand upright as he heard the door close and lock behind him. The lights went out and something like a nightlight went on. He spotted his bucket and peed. He curled up in another corner of his cage and fell asleep. "Boy, boy, wake up," the noise was repeated several times before Timmy stirred and turned in its direction. "What?" "Good, bathroom quick before he comes for us," the other boy said in a thick Russian accent. Timmy didn't question, a junior slave listened to his elder when no master was around. First he pissed into the bucket and then squatted over it. He'd just finished cleaning himself when the door opened and a man he didn't recognize walked in. "Morning slave, are you ready for another day of work?" he asked the older slave. "Morning Sir! I am ready to do your and my Master's bidding," the slave said standing at attention. Timmy watched the man stroll down from the far end. Snapping to attention as the man passed the cage next to his own. The man was dressed in black leather pants and open vest. Solid muscle, smooth torso and blond shoulder length hair combined to radiate power and sex in Timmy's mind. "So you are the new slave?" "Yes Sir." "Ears and something between them, very good. For now the one down there will be slave 1 and you will be slave 2. If no number is used both of you things will be expected to respond." "Yes Sir," Timmy said. "Slave 1." "Yes Sir," the older brown haired boy said. "You will instruct slave 2 on keeping his cage and this room clean. If he learns well you can fuck his worthless mouth. If not," the man shrugged. "Yes Sir," slave 1 said. The man walked to the wall and Timmy shot a glance at the other boy while his back was turned. The boy didn't turn but Timmy noticed the boy's hairless cock was hard. The man returned with a set of keys and two leashes. He went to the other cage, unlocked it and replaced the chain with the leash. Slave 1 went to his hands and knees and led the trainer over to Timmy's cage where the process was repeated. Timmy didn't have any problems until they went outside and his knees and palms hit the rocks and dirt. He had to struggle to keep up with slave 1 but was managing when he hit a big rock with his knee. "Ouch," he cried. The leash handles came down on his bare back three times, each harder than the one before until the twelve-year-old collapsed to the ground only to be yanked back into position. "That is a sign of weakness your Master said I would not see. Wait until your training starts for true pain." "I'm sorry Sir," Timmy whimpered only to be rewarded with the handle across his balls. "I do not ask for apologies, I expect obedience." Timmy struggled back to position and nodded his head. "Go." Timmy made it to a building in the back of the yard without falling or yelling again, and was rewarded by a pat on the head for his efforts. The man opened the door and slave 1 entered and Timmy quickly followed. His eyes popped when he saw what awaited him. "Welcome to the training room slave 2. In here you will learn how everything in here is used, and what it feels like when used on your worthless body. Your master seems to think you're a natural but I'm not to rush you. So I won't do the same to you as I will to slave 1, but watch if you can. "Yes Sir." "Today's lesson will be whipping. Have you ever been whipped slave 2?" "My brother and his friends whipped me some over the weekend, and my Daddy spanked me loads Sir." "Couldn't have been much of a whipping considering your back looks fine. Slave 1, tie slave 2 to the x-frame." "Yes Sir," slave 1 said. The boy waved his hand and Timmy followed him to the far wall. There was a large open space and Timmy saw various frames he could be stretched out on, but one was clearly an x. Timmy went to it and put his arms and legs into the proper position. Eventually the trainer held Timmy in place while slave 1 hooked the cuffs and straps into place. "Don't go anywhere," the trainer said and slapped Timmy's ass before leading slave 1 away. "To the rack." Screams jerked Timmy back from the quiet place he always went to when he was nervous about a new experience. "Another you fucking dog?" "Please sir, no, I beg of." There was a click, almost a popping sound and another long scream. Timmy felt a long, hard leather tube across his back and sighed. "Don't let those screams bother you little one. Pretty soon you'll be making your own. And scream away, this cabin is soundproofed and miles away from anybody who'd care. At that point the new slave realized the tube was the whip's handle, then it left his back and he heard his trainer walk backwards. Before he could think the whip cracked across his back. Ten times in quick succession, not giving the new slave time to scream. The strokes stopped, Timmy prepared to finally scream, realized he didn't have to. Instead he took a couple of deep breaths while waiting for the next set. On the twelfth stoke Timmy screamed as the lash crossed three others and drew blood for the first time. By the sixteenth he was begging for mercy. On the twenty-fifth he shot his load and the screams turned to orgasmic delight. "Oh shit," the trainer said after walking around and seeing what happened. "You shot your load? Boy you are a natural at this. Just hang there for a bit." "Yes Sir," Timmy said between ragged breaths. He felt the pain flaring across his back, the blood dripping down and reveled in it. Didn't understand that, just knew he was where and he was what he was supposed to be. Out of the blue came twenty more across his ass and then the straps around his waist and legs were released so he was hanging by his wrists so he looked like a y instead of an x. Timmy stopped screaming once the pain in his ass subsided then realized his cock was hard again. The throbbing ache in his shoulders distracted from his other aches and the whimpering coming from across the room. An empty feeling in his gut gradually overwhelmed the other pains he was feeling and Timmy realized it'd been at least a full day since he'd eaten anything besides cum. "Hello," he called. "Quiet, no talking without permission slave 2," the other boy said. Timmy's gut reaction was to yell at the other boy, ask him if they ever fed the slaves. Instead he remembered their trainer might be there, waiting to see what he'd do so he just hung there. Looking down he saw a railing against the wall and began swinging his hips. He slammed against the x-frame several times but his bare toes finally hooked against the railing and by rising up relieved some of the pressure off his wrists and shoulders. "Very good slave 2. You obeyed your senior and found a way to help yourself. Now get your fucking paws off that railing before I whip them off." Timmy pushed off instantaneously, bracing himself for the impact when he swung back onto the x-frame. Instead two powerful hands grabbed his waist. One arm snuck around him while the other untied his wrists before he was gently lowered to the ground. He looked up at the trainer and smiled his thanks. "Crawl after me boy so I can release slave 1." Timmy pushed himself to all fours under the trainer's eye, biting his lip when his arms protested but when called upon he moved. Since he was behind his trainer he looked around at all the equipment in the room. Some he could guess their purpose, others not. One scared him to death; he'd seen it in a horror movie, an iron maiden. "No," he gasped. The trainer turned with his hand beginning the swing, then saw what Timmy was staring at. "No boy, we never use that," he bent down and stroked Timmy's head. "That's just part of the Master's collection. I swear we will never permanently injure or kill you." "Thank you sir, it just scared me. I seen one in a movie and," Timmy just shivered. "It's ok boy, we will hurt you, punish you if you deserve it but you'll walk out of this alive. You ready now?" Timmy got back into position and nodded. Timmy watched as the big man slowly released the pressure on the older boy's limbs. What struck him was slave 1 screamed as much as the pressure was released as he had when applied. But he knew he would find out why. Finally the trainer threw slave 1 over his shoulders and motioned Timmy to follow. In a corner of the shed there was a small table with one chair. The trainer lay slave 1 on the floor and pointed out a spot for Timmy. From the table he placed two large dog bowls in front of each boy. Without thinking Timmy dipped his hands into the meat bowl and began eating. At that point it didn't matter if it was dog food or dog shit for that matter. It was something solid to put in his stomach. Once it was gone he picked the other bowl up and drank the lime colored liquid, Gatorade. Finished he touched his forehead to the trainer's foot in thanks. The man bent over and mussed his hair. "That's a good boy, Master will be pleased when I report." After they finished eating the trainer led them back to their quarters, but put them together in slave 1's larger cage. "Slave 2, massage his joints and then listen to what he tells you." Timmy nodded and helped the older boy to the ground. He rubbed and probed the boy's shoulders, knees, hips, and almost every place else. Without being told he knew that slave 1's crotch and ass were out of bounds. No matter how much he wanted to suck on the hard uncut six inches poking skyward he knew, and knew he had to resist the desire to do what was natural. "That's enough slave 2, help me sit up," slave 1 said. Timmy had to think for a second to understand what the boy had grunted in his thick accent. Then gently moved him to the wall and propped him up. "Is there any water in here?" The older boy pointed to the back and Timmy found a spigot and a dirty pail. Remembering what he did in his pail he cupped his hands and carried a little bit back. "Use the pail, they put new ones in every morning while we're at practice. Until you piss or shit they're safe to drink from." Timmy filled the pail, drank from it and then refilled it before returning. "My name's Timmy," he said. "Egor, I'm from Russia." "I'm from Queens, that's part of New York City." "I know we had to study American geography at the training school along with English and culture. We were trained to be more than just sex-slaves, all-around slaves." "How old were you when you were taken there?" "About eight, six years I waited for someone to claim me before our Master came. But I made many movies and pictures before then. It was a good life. What about you?" Timmy sat next to Egor and took a drink from the can. "I've known I was gay for a while even if I'd never done anything besides beat off. Then last Friday everything changed." He proceeded to tell Egor everything that happened since Roger and his friends entered the steam room. "So fast this feels right for you? You cannot wait to be whore?" "I guess I can wait for the whore part until the Captain's done with me, but then I'll be back with my brother. It's hard to explain really," Timmy shrugged. Egor leaned over and kissed Timmy on the cheek. "I guess I should start teaching you the rules." "I have one question first. Can we have sex with each other?" "No fucking or putting anything, not even finger, up another slave's hole without our Master's permission. Why do you ask?" "This is why," Timmy said and took hold of Egor's cock, masturbating it while he licked the uncut head. "Oh yes, suck me Timmy. Feels so good boy." Timmy moved in between Egor's legs and slowly swallowed all six inches. Slowly he began going up and down on the fourteen-year-old, the throbbing in his mouth telling him it wouldn't take long. Then he felt Egor's hand encircle his own cock, fist stroking in time with his sucking. Boy tools throbbing in harmony. Egor moved around and they started sixty-nining, unaware of security cameras recording every move and sound. Bobbing heads moved faster, tongues licking cocks, licking precum off slits. Hands caressed each other. Two boys doing what they do best, sex. Simultaneously both boys pulled out and shot their loads over the other's face. Then licked it clean. When they finished Egor kissed Timmy, then they shared some water. "Now it is time I tell you rules. If don't understand tell me." Later that afternoon the trainer came and led the two slaves to a gym where they ran laps for over an hour in their bare feat. After a water break he gave them jocks before they did some weight work. After that session Timmy was placed in his own cage but Egor was led away. Timmy fell asleep only to woken by a poke in the ribs. "Suppertime, you've got to eat everything to keep your strength up boy." "Thank you sir," Timmy said groggily and sat up as the trainer shut the cage door. "Where's slave 1?" "He's busy tonight, he'll be back in the morning." Timmy nodded, understanding his comrad was with the Captain. He ate, stretched his aching body, took a drink of water then pissed and shit in the same tin. Then went back to his "bedroom" and fell asleep for the night. It was still black outside when the trainer kicked Timmy in the ribs. "Up slave 2, you have to take care of slave 1's wounds." "What? How bad is he hurt?" The trainer laughed, "nothing serious and get down to his cage. The first aid kit is in there already. Now move boy before you both need to be cared for." Timmy shook his head and stood, taking three clean tins from the trainer. He shuffled behind him, then past into Egor's cage. He took one look at the bloody heap on the floor and fell to his knees. The door closed behind him and he heard the trainer's footsteps fade away. "Timmy?" Egor's faint voice brought Timmy back to life and he picked up the first aid kit and ran over to the boy. "Water," Egor said. Silently Timmy hands glided over the battered body. He could tell, how he didn't know, that there was nothing seriously wrong. He picked up the cans and filled all three of them with fresh water. Egor drank greedily, then turned over and heaved into the dirt. "Sorry kid," he said in his thick Russian accent, "you shouldn't drink cold water fast right after session with Captain.�� Just wash blood off and you see it not bad." "I be gentle.� You want to sip some water now?" Egor shook his head and moved away from the vomit.� Timmy gently poured water over the older slave's left arm and wiped the blood away.� Marks from different kinds of whips covered it but Egor didn't flinch.� Timmy repeated the process over the rest of him until he was clean.� The worst was Egor's chest.� Captain Morgan had focused his efforts on the slave's nipples and ribs.� Every square inch covered with marks. For the first time Timmy wondered what he'd gotten himself into.� Would he be able to make it?� Take what his trainer and master had in store for their slave? "I be fine, you be fine.� Rack last morning hurt me more." "I know that hurt a lot but you're a mess.� He didn't miss an inch of you, even got inside your hole with the whip." Egor tried to shrug but ended up grimacing.� "How soon did your back stop hurting earlier?" "End of lunch." "And you still new.� Whipping hurts while it's being done but stops quickly.� When you go to new levels of rack or some of the others it last a lot longer." "Will you have training in the morning?" Egor nodded, "but he will give me less than usual.� Now let's sleep." Timmy nodded, kissed Egor and they slept cradled together. Sunlight streaming through the window told Timmy the kick to his ribs was later than the day before.� He looked up and smiled at the trainer before shaking Egor awake. "Time slave 1." Egor groaned before letting Timmy help him sit up. "On your feet slaves before I regret letting you sleep an extra hour," the trainer snarled. Timmy scrambled to his feet and started to help Egor up but the trainer put a hand on his shoulder and pulled him back.� Timmy looked up. "He's got to do it himself so I can see how hurt he is.� Your master's rules make sure nobody goes over the line.� You'll appreciate that once you get to the whorehouse." Timmy nodded and they watched Egor finish getting shakily to his feet.� "I'm fine Sir," Egor said. The trainer nodded, turned and headed out the door. He led them into a garden area and pointed at a bare spot. "Piss and shit there, the ground needs fertilizer." Egor moved and Timmy followed instantly. The older slave pointed at a spot and Timmy first pissed then shit on the ground. He looked over and saw Egor using his hand to wipe his ass and then rub it into the dirt. "Enough, slave 1 show slave 2 where he should wash before going inside." Egor rubbing his hands on his chest and Timmy grimaced before doing the same with his shit and dirt covered hands. When Egor ran his fingers through his hair Timmy couldn't follow suit. "Do it or you won't get to wash slave 2," the trainer said and swatted his back. Timmy doubted that but knew today's training would be hard and further hesitation would make it more so. Egor led them to an old swing set with the swings removed. Hanging from the cross bar were sets of chains which the trainer rapidly wound around their wrists. "Feet apart," the trainer snapped as he picked up a garden hose and aimed it at them. He turned the knob and Timmy braced himself for a hard cold blast but instead it was warm and comforting. When they were clean the trainer let them there to dry. On his return he carried a bullwhip. "Not for you slave 1, you just hang there and listen." The trainer stepped back and let Timmy see the long leather whip dangle by his side. He liked what he saw from the twelve-year-old. A little nervousness but no fear. He wrist flicked and the tip smacked right into slave 2's breastbone with a loud crack. Timmy felt the hit, heard the crack and thought his bones had snapped. "Just sound of whip," Egor whispered and Timmy realized he was right just before the second snap almost took his left nipple off and the third his right. As the training progressed Timmy realized he was getting a taste of what his friend had gone through from their master. He ached, no hurt badly. But not that badly. The sight of his own blood streaming down his naked restrained body didn't even bother him. The ultimate was when he saw how hard his cock was and how it exploded when he felt the tip inside him. "Holy mother of God," the trainer whispered. Egor just stared. Timmy just hung there breathing hard while waiting for the next hit. "I don't believe it," Egor said. "I've heard of it happening but I've never seen it," the trainer said. "Can't even stay hard." "Did I do something wrong?"� Timmy said. "No slave 2, your master will be pleased when I report," the trainer said. "But what did I do that was special?� I want to make sure I do it again." "You shot your load Timmy, I mean slave 2," Egor said.� He glanced over at the trainer, nervous because he'd broken a rule. "I wasn't supposed to?" Timmy asked confused. "Boy, I have been a slave, master and trainer since before you were born and I have never seen anyone come while being seriously whipped with one of these," the trainer said shaking the bullwhip in front of Timmy's eyes.� "By the time a slave gets that much punishment they're either screaming or fainted, not shooting their load a mile." "But you just started." The trainer looked at Egor and then his watch.� "Almost forty-five minutes of nonstop torture.� Just look down at your front. Timmy did as instructed and was amazed at the mass of blood caked welts that covered his torso and legs, and started feeling the pain now that the ecstasy was gone. His body started shaking as he cried. "Take him down sir, he's, he's," Egor shouted. "Shush boy," the trainer said as he grabbed hold of Timmy and unchained him. He held the boy while he used one hand to release Egor from his chains. Egor fell but scrambled to his feet. He wanted to ask the trainer how his new friend was but he'd violated rules at least twice. "Run boy, go to the kitchen and get a blanket and the first aid kit by the stove. Then get a pail of warm water and towels. Go." Egor took off on his hard bare feet, limp cock banging from thigh to thigh as he ran faster than he ever had. The trainer lay Timmy on the floor in front of the stove and started examining him. Cursing himself as he went. "Blanket." Egor held Timmy's shaking hand as the trainer wrapped the blanket around him and then went and got a cold soda from the refrigerator. "Lift his head up so I can get this into him," the trainer said softly. His feared this could damage the older boy's usefulness as much as the younger by seeing this, but he needed him there. Egor did as told, "I think not shaking as much." "Good, a little more soda and we'll lay him down to rest while I feed you." The trainer stroked Egor's hair as the boy ate and gave him the rest of the soda, a rare treat for the slave. "Are you ok slave 1? And be honest, I'm not going to punish you for anything this morning." "A little upset sir, saw this happen to a young boy at orphanage but they didn't care about us like you and master so he died. I will feel better when slave 2 does, and I will continue to be good slave for my master." "Good, I'm glad and you know we wouldn't let either of you die." "Yes sir. Should I wash him now?" "Are you finished your meal?" "Yes sir." "Then go, but get fresh warm water." The trainer ate while watching one slave clean the other. Amazed how much tenderness a boy who'd never known any could give. "Sir, come quickly please." The trainer almost snapped at the implied command but moved. "What is it boy?" "Look, look at him. I do not believe it." The trainer looked, felt, turned him over and felt every inch of the boy's body. Even the private area where the last lash had gone. Not a cut, not a welt, not a mark of any kind from any of the beatings inflicted over the past week. "Is he the one?" Egor whispered. "I don't know; it is a question left for our master." "Only a supreme master like ours can know, but even in orphanage there were stories about the one slave who could endure almost anything and heal himself to his inner perfection. Never dream I come close to one who may be." "Nor I, quiet he's waking up." Timmy stirred on the floor and slowly opened his eyes. First he saw Egor. "What happened? Where." Before he finished he saw the trainer. "Forgive me sir for my weakness. I accept your punishment." "You are not going to be punished boy. You did nothing wrong by fainting after your torture this morning. Much more experienced and older slaves than you have fainted long before you did. Are you ready to eat?" "Thank you sir. Please sir, and to drink if I can?" He looked down at his body and realized it was clean and turned to his friend. "Did you clean me?" Egor nodded. "Thank you." "Your welcome, now eat. You need your strength to become a good slave." "Thank you slave 1, you are right." The trainer gave Egor a second helping and both of them their own sodas. He sat and drank his own and tried to prepare his report. Captain Morgan had said this was a special boy. But this special? Could he have known? And what of the afternoon's training? He waited till both were finished and watching him. Silently he rose and motioned them to their hands and knees and signaled them to follow. As they walked around the estate he evaluated his own actions. A slip of discipline but making them walk like dogs reminded slaves of their place. Gone to long with the young boy? He shook his head. He'd report and his master would make the decision. They came into a fenced in heated pool and he led them in and pointed. "Twenty lengths, quickly now." The trainer took a chair at the end of the pool and watched his two charges begin their laps.� Physical brutality had been part of his life as long as he could remember.� As a baby he watched his father beat his mother and older brothers and sisters.� He had felt the hand at three and the belt at five.� Raped by his father's cock right after the first whipping. He'd taken it as a matter of course until he saw his father start on his younger brother four years later.��� After taking his father's gun he hot wired a car and blown his head off in a drive by.� Four hundred miles later he pulled into New York City and worked the streets until the Captain had taken him in.� That was a dozen years ago and until today he'd never questioned his life or seen anybody like slave 2. The phone next to him rang and he jumped.� "Dave." "Why are they in my pool?"�the Captain snapped. "Captain, Sir, I can explain."� After all these years the man made him nervous. "Report." He was still talking when the boys finished the twenty so he waved them to keep going. "And right now they're still swimming hard, well past the twenty lengths I originally told them," the trainer finished. "I can see that.� You do know this changes everything." "Yes Sir, though it's still early." "Call them over and have them stand by the ladder at your end and slowly turn with their arms out until you tell them to stop," Captain Morgan said. Moments later the boys stood twirling around mindlessly.� Truly mindlessly since they never considered why their trainer was having them turn endlessly. "Dave my boy, I think we may have found him." "I know." "He can't know, and make sure Egor knows he can't even breathe a word about the legend or he won't even breathe period." "Understood.� What should I do now?" "The rack for two hours, a notch, no two more than beginners.� Then have Egor prepare him for tonight." "Yes Sir." The line went dead but Dave took a minute before putting it down. He took a look into the headset and put it down. "Stop, slave 2 there are towels in shed right by the gate. Bring three back fast." Timmy turned and walked away. "Slave 1, our master says you are not to say one word about the legend or that slave 2 might be the one. If you do you will suffer the consequences." "Understand Sir." "He is going on the rack next and then you will prepare him for the Captain's pleasure." Egor nodded. Timmy silently returned and handed the trainer and his friend towels and began drying himself, unaware of being examined by three sets of eyes Back in his New York City office Captain Morgan flicked the remote camera off and scanned the bank of monitors behind his desk until he saw Timmy's older brother Roger being worked over by Morgan's old friend Sam Charger. A push of a button and the picture jumped to the large monitor, other controls turned on the volume and zoomed the camera in for a closer look. According to Sam the boy had remarkable recuperative powers for one so new to the life but it didn't take close examination to see scars and welts settling into place. Sam dropped the whip and picked up the cane and approached the dangling naked boy. A master trainer Sam had jumped at the chance to do the Captain a favor, especially with a truly fresh boy. His slave turned lover turned son and apprentice was still hot in bed but their torture sessions had slowly dwindled since they'd brought Hank into their home. Trouble was Hank was really Ray's slave so Sam supervised but didn't do much to either boy. And he missed it. And Roger was paying the price. Captain Morgan watched intently as Charger used the cane on every inch of Roger's body for twenty minutes. The blood flowed, welts rose into the air while the boy screamed. Like his younger brother he stayed erect until the cane came down hard on his boy cock. Morgan pushed a button and Hercules opened the door. "As soon as Charger's done bring the boy here and hang him up." "Should I wash the blood off first?" "Yes, but don't tend to any wounds." Hercules nodded and left. Morgan pushed the intercom, "Bart watch the monitors and I don't want to be disturbed by anybody except Hercules." Another switch and the sets went dark. "Is he the one? After all these years have I found the special boy? And if it is what does it mean?" One thing he knew was if it were true Timmy's whoring days were over before they began and even Roger would have a different role to play. "But in the name of all I believe what does it really mean?" There were several versions of the legend. What they said of the boy's physical purity never changed. Neither did the assertions that it would mean something important. Plus the boy would be in great danger. From masters and those who would destroy our world. But there were several variations of what the changes brought about by the one would be... Meanwhile, the trainer and Egor were tying Timmy to the rack. "Don't worry boy, I'll keep a good eye on you once I get slave 1 started." "Yes sir." The trainer started turning the wheel. Usually the first time it was just enough to raise the body of the table. In Timmy's case it took fifteen notches. After a deep breath the trainer turned two more. "Don't go anywhere boy?" he said with a grin that Timmy honestly returned. "Slave 1, go to the milking machine." "Yes sir." Egor turned and walked away. "Are you ok slave 2?" "Yes, I'll be fine," Timmy said and wondered at the question as his trainer walked away until the first muscle spasm shook his stretched body. At the other side of the room the trainer flipped a switch and a pump started moving up and down on Egor's cock. "I know you'll be thirsty when this is done so the more cum you produce the more you'll have to drink." Egor nodded and sighed as he approached his first orgasm. As he reached Timmy the trainer heard Egor's cry out and smiled. Then the phone on the wall rang. "Yes sir." "Another two, quickly," the Captain said and hung up. The trainer did as instructed and Timmy screamed loud enough to block out the noise from Egor's second orgasm. Five minutes before the two hours were up the phone rang again. "Yes sir." "At the mark lower him till his ass is just grazing the bed then whip him with the cat for a half hour before releasing him." "Sir, if I may," the trainer said. "I know what you're feeling, but this must be done," the Captain said and hung up. After fifteen minutes Timmy passed out but the whipping continued. An hour later he woke in Egor's arms in a large bathroom located behind their cages. "Good, you wake in time to get ready?" Egor said. "What? Why? Where am I?" "Bathroom, we have to get you ready for the Captain." "Tonight? Am I ready for him?" Egor looked down at the younger boy's chest and didn't see a mark. "You are. Now the first step is an enema to get your ass clean for our master's cock. Have you ever had one?" "My dad believed that death came through the colon so I had one every week." "Then let's start and then you have to shower before the trainer returns." Timmy nodded and struggled to his feet. An hour later the trainer came in with a bag. He slowly examined slave 2 inside and out and nodded his approval. "Good job slave 1, go to your cage and close it and I'll bring you supper when I get back." "Thank you sir." The trainer turned to Timmy. "Tonight is important for you boy. Your master will make decisions based on how you behave. You must do and submit to everything and anything he demands without question or thinking." "I know sir. I will make my master and you proud." The trainer nodded and opened the bag bringing out two sets of shackles. Rapidly he shackled Timmy's wrists together followed by his legs. Then he ran a chain from the collar through the wrist shackles and attached it to the leg shackles. "Follow me." Timmy walked carefully and was led to and through a long passage ending at a big oak door with a large brass knocker. The trainer opened the door and stepped out of the way. Timmy shuffled in and looked at the dungeon. The door closed behind him. To be continued...

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Date: Thu, 8 Mar 2001 13:13:29 EST From: Percxyz@aol.com Subject: Dominated by Doug - Chapter 14 Dominated by Doug Chapter 14 by Percxyz@aol.com Lyle stepped up to the bed where I knelt, now completely naked. Josh had quickly washed up at the sink and some back over to join us. I glanced at him as he watched Lyle move and saw a look of desire and submission in his face. It was clear that Lyle ruled this dorm room. Lyle stepped back and sat on the edge of Josh's bed. His hard cock stuck up in the air nearly pointing straight at the ceiling. I felt my mouth water. I wanted to suck this stud again. Lyle looked at both of us. "OK, fag boys. I think you'd look good on your knees with your mouths on my cock and balls. Don't you?" Neither of us hesitated. I dropped to my knees next to Lyle's right leg as Josh did the same next to Lyle's left. I went for the head of his cock with my mouth and bumped my forehead against Josh's. We both jerked our heads back and Lyle laughed. "All right, all right," he said. "Clay, you start as cocksucker and Josh, you get to be ball licker." I eagerly slipped my mouth over his meat, feeling its throbbing heat as I sank lower onto it. Josh wasted no time moving his head and mouth under mine and engulfing Lyle's hairy balls. Lyle let out a long, low moan of pleasure. "Damn!" he said. "Two fucking pussyboys to use. I've been wanting to try something like this for awhile. Had two chicks before, but you faggots really know how to treat my dick right. Suck it deep, Clay. Use your tongue more, Josh. Ahhhhhh!" I had pushed down until Lyle's cockhead hit the back of my throat. Obeying his command, I tilted my head some for better access into my throat and felt Lyle's hand on the back of my head. I had made the adjustment in the nick of time since Lyle roughly shoved my head down, his cock pumping into my throat. I choked a bit, but that just seemed to make him hotter. Lyle laid back on the bed and I ran my eyes up along his body. The curves of muscle along his abs and across his chest were a major turn on for me and I put extra effort into getting my nose down to his pubes. As I did so, my chin bumped Josh's head, but neither of us stopped what we were doing. Then I felt Lyle's leg as he stretched it out between my knees. He pushed his shin against my hard cock and I moaned around his shaft. I felt Josh moving next to me and realized that he was now humping his cock against Lyle's other leg. I raised my eyes again to Lyle's face. He was watching me suck his cock. "Go ahead, doggie," Lyle told me. "Hump my leg. I like to see you fags get your jollies while working to get my load." I needed no further encouragement and began to rub my cock against his hairy shin. I couldn't believe how good it felt with his cock in my mouth and my own against his leg. Lyle had now grabbed a fistful of my hair and was using it to drag my mouth up and down his cock. I made no effort to resist, wanting to please this hot stud. Josh was slurping at Lyle's sac, making as much noise as I was on his cock. I watched as Lyle used his other hand to grab Josh by the hair. He pulled the handsome stud's face off his balls and up next to mine. At the same time, he pulled my mouth up to the head of his cock. Josh's lips met mine with Lyle's cockhead between them. We were french kissing and lapping up Lyle's precum at the same time. Lyle moaned again at the stimulation both our mouths gave him. "Fuck yeah! This is the way it should always be!" I looked again at the hot muscular body stretched above me on the bed. Damn, this stud was fucking built! I reached over with my right hand and found Josh's cock. He was hard again and I began to stroke him lightly. Josh moaned into my mouth in appreciation, but didn't grab my dick. We began to run our mouths up and down the sides of Lyle's shaft, our tongues dueling as we did it. Lyle was moaning steadily now, one hand on the top of each of our heads. He let us continue this attention for a few minutes before I felt his fist grab my hair again. He pulled my head until I was looking at his face and did the same to Josh. Both of use were panting a bit. "So, I've got my fag here." Lyle looked at Josh. "And we've got a guy who's been my fag's pussyboy." Lyle grinned and looked at me. I didn't even blush. Hell, Josh had fucked me up the ass just moments before, so I was in no position to deny it. Besides, something about hearing this hot stud describe me as his fag's pussyboy made my cock throb. "Shit," I thought. "Being a cocksucker was low, but being a cocksucker's fuckboy was even lower. Still, being called the lowest of the low only got me more excited." I wondered briefly about what Doug had made me into and how he had done it. I knew he was still working on the end result. Where and what would I be by the end of the school year? Lyle brought me back to the present. "So, Clay. You've been fucked by my faggot. You ready for a real man's cock now?" He was looking at me with a mix of derision and lust on his face. "Yes, please, Lyle. I want you to fuck me." "Yeah, I know you do, bitch. Josh, you can watch the show." Josh leaned back a bit and Lyle used his grip on my hair to pull me up his body. I climbed onto the bed, straddling his hips with my knees. Lyle scooted back on the bed as I did so to make himself more comforatble and give me room to work. Fortunately, not only was my ass lubed with Josh's cum, but Lyle's cock was well covered with spit, because before I knew it, Lyle reached up, putting his hands on my shoulders. Then he roughly shoved me down. Josh must have been guiding Lyle's cock because it rammed into me in one rough stab. My head snapped back involuntarily as I groaned in both pain and pleasure. Lyle's cock was thicker than Josh's and stretched me wider, but having no choice, I took it. I felt my ass settle against his scratchy pubes and managed to look down at the man who had just made me fuck myself on his dick. He was watching me with a big grin now on his face. "Get to work, faggot. Ride me good!" I obeyed, raising myself up the length of Lyle's throbbing cock, feeling its fullness leaving me before allowing gravity to pull me back down. Using the muscles in my legs, I managed to set up a pace that seemed to please the dark haired stud who was relaxing, even lounging, on his back as I worked his dick with my boypussy. I watched as he put his hands behind his head. His biceps flexed and I could see the hair in his pits as he settled onto the bed. The sight of his muscles and his attitude made my cock throb. It looked like he was just resting as I worked his cock faster with my ass, squeezing it the way Doug had taught me. For several minutes, Lyle seemed completely at ease. He was watching me, obviously enjoying the sight of me straining to work his cock and please him. The muscles in my legs were tiring as I pumped my entire body up and down to work the length of his cock with my ass. Then his breathing started to speed up and I saw some sweat glistening on his chest as it began to expand and contract more quickly. Just watching the way his chest filled with air gave me a second wind. I moved even faster and Lyle let me continue for a few more moments before he took me by surprise. Grabbing me by the waist, he rolled me to one side and onto my back. Now he was on his knees between my legs which he pushed into the air. I felt hands on my head as Josh turned my face towards him. Josh was now kneeling on the bed and his hard cock was ready. He wasted no time sliding it between my lips. Again I found myself taking cock at both ends at once. "Yeah, Josh, make this faggot suck you while I treat his pussy right. This fucking slut can't get enough cock, even from pussyboys like you." Josh didn't comment, just started to fuck my mouth, holding my head in place. The angle was bad and I felt myself choking on his cock, but he ignored that. "Yeah, he was a hot fuck, Lyle," Josh said. "I wondered which one of you would come out on top, boy. I was glad to see you taking this slut like a dog when I came in. But don't think that means you are any better than a pussyboy yourself, faggot. You are still my personal fucking cocksucker and fucktoy." "I know," Josh said softly, his cock roughly fucking my mouth. Lyle's thrusts were coming harder and faster now and he ordered Josh to match his pace. It was all I could do to deal with the cocks that were now pounding me without mercy. "Fucking pussy. Take my big dick, bitch. Feel it inside you, boy. Oh, fuck! That's it! Milk my cock you slut. Milk it good and make me cum!" Lyle was nearly in a frenzy now. I was using every trick I knew on both Lyle's cock and Josh's, wanting to make these studs cum. I didn't know how much longer I could take the pounding, but knew it wouldn't stop until they unloaded their cum into me. "Yeah, fucking squeeze it, faggot!" Lyle said. "You want my load in you, dontcha, bitch?" he asked. It sounded like he had his teeth clenched and I wished I could see his face, but there was no chance of that with Josh down my throat. Suddenly Josh's body stiffened and I felt his cock expand. He let out a series of gasps as he shot his load into my mouth. "That's it pussyboy. Fill this slut with your cum. I'm gonna sperm him here in a second too. Just a bit more. Keep it tight, faggot!" Lyle ordered, punctuating it with a slap to my ass. I immediately tightened my ass again and heard Lyle moan in appreciation. His pistoning cock pulled completely out of me, then forced its way back inside. I relaxed my ass to make it easier on both of us, but another hard slap had me tighten again for him. "Keep it tight, cunt!" Lyle demanded. "I wanna feel my cockhead splitting you open each time, you dumb fuck!" I obeyed, dealing with the friction of his cockhead forcing open my hole again and again. I moaned around Josh's softening cock as Lyle's thrusts, on top of the fucking Josh had given me, became almost too much to bear. Josh pulled out of my mouth and released my head. I turned to look at Lyle as he rammed into me completely lost in his fucking. I saw his jaws clenched, the muscles in his neck and chest standing out and he rammed in brutally and held his cock there. I watched as the cords in his neck stood out and I could feel his pulse racing in his throbbing cock in the second before he shot his load. Lyle let out almost a shout as his cock exploded. "Fucking take it bitch! Take my cum, you cock slut! Fuck yeah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" I saw Lyle's eyes close with pure pleasure as he emptied his balls into me. His handsome face was tight and his lips pulled back in a grimace of pleasure as he came, showing his clenched teeth. Finally, the last spurt of cum left his body and entered mine. Lyle let out the breath he had been holding and I admired again the tight abs and broad shoulders of the man on top of me and inside me. Lyle let his head drop forward, eyes still closed as I watched. Then he opened them and gave me a grin. "Nice job, pussyboy. You are a good fucking hole for my cock." Lyle pulled back, his withdrawing cock leaving me feeling empty. Josh was now sitting on the other bed, having just watched Lyle fill me with cum. I looked over at him and saw he was idly playing with his meat. It was getting hard again and I wondered if I would be taking yet another load of his cum. But Lyle had other plans. "Get up and get dressed, faggot. We've had our fun with you, so you can get your pussy back home. I'm sure you will find cock there to fill it." Lyle climbed off the bed and sat down on the other bed next to Josh. As I watched, he reached out and pulled Josh's head to his crotch. I watched as Lyle's cock disappeared into Josh's unresisting mouth before I stood and began to pull on my clothes. Lyle didn't even look at me as I slipped out of the door into the hall. I made my way back to my dorm. *************** The rest of the week passed quickly with Doug allowing me to suck him several mornings and taking me once from behind after my morning shower, bent over one of the sinks in the bathroom. I had gotten up late, my Friday morning class having been canceled and thought I had the place to myself. I had just finished brushing my teeth when I heard the door to Doug's room open. I was surprised because by that time everyone should have been in class. Doug sauntered into the bathroom, giving me a grin when he saw me. I felt my cock begin to stiffen under the towel I had around my waist. Doug's hard on was obvious in his boxers though it was also obvious he had been up for awhile. Doug stepped up behind me. I looked at him in the mirror. He stared at me, a smirk playing on his lips before he suddenly closed the remaining distance between us, pressing his hard cock against my ass. Our eyes met in the mirror as his hand reached around me and pulled at the towel. It dropped to the floor and I watched as Doug rested his chin on my left shoulder and looked down the front of my body. "Hard just at the sight of me, huh, Clay? I'm hard too. Got a nice surprise for you. Was gonna put it to you when I found out my class had been canceled and I got back here, but figured I would wait until you were all squeaky clean." His hand was now rubbing up against my ass as he pulled down the front of his boxers. I felt his stiff cock spring up along my ass cheek, a trail of precum marking its path. I watched my eyes widen in the mirror over the sink. He couldn't be planning to fuck me right here! Anybody could walk in if they had blown off class! I watched as Doug pulled his chin off my shoulder and looked down at his cock. He spit on it about a half dozen times. Not giving me time to even protest, he jammed his cock against my hole. Our eyes met in the mirror and when they did, Doug took me with one brutal stroke. The smirk on his lips grew as he saw my panic at being fucked up the ass in the middle of the communal bathroom. He was also obviously enjoying my submission to his probing cock. He knew he had me as soon as his cock penetrated me. Hell, he had me when he walked into the room. Bending me over the sink a bit, Doug began to fuck, taking his time and using long slow strokes. I could tell he knew I was worried about someone walking into the bathroom and was making this fuck last as long as possible. There were still four guys who shared the bathroom that didn't know Doug had made me his slut, and he was obviously enjoying my discomfort. Doug put a hand between my shoulder blades and pushed me forward until my face was against the mirror. I turned my head before my nose hit so that my left cheek was against the cold glass. I felt Doug's tongue and lips on my ear and felt my cock throbbing against the cold porcelain of the sink. Doug's thrusts began to get faster and I could tell that he was on his way to cumming. He slowed his pace again and let me straighten up a bit so that I could see him again in the mirror. His face looked so fucking sexy that I forgot all about where we were. The view of his face in the mirror was different from the way I could normally watch him fuck me and I felt myself lost in his eyes. With his cock moving in and out of me, he reached around body, grabbed my nipples with both hands and twisted. His lips and then his teeth scraped at the back of my neck. I could feel it was going to be too much. "I'm gonna cum, Sir!" "Not until I do, faggot," he ordered, and his fingers squeezed harder on my nipples. "You take my cum first, you pussyboy, before you shoot your wad." With a major effort of will, I managed to hold back my cum. Fortunately, Doug was now ready himself. With a low moan and a deep thrust, Doug unloaded into me. I erupted seconds later, spraying the sink and mirror with my cum. Doug let out a chuckle and roughly yanked his cock out of me. He stepped back, leaving me grasping the sink to remain upright and panting from the forceful fuck he had given me. I looked up again to meet his eyes in the mirror. "That was a great surprise, Doug. Thank you sir," I said. I found I really meant it. I had liked being taken by Doug, even with the possibility of someone walking in on us. Hell, I liked it even more because of that. It further established his authority over me by using me sexually in a public place. Looking at Doug I could tell that he knew what I was thinking. "That wasn't the surprise," Doug said and turned away. He turned on the shower and ignored my questions about what he had meant. Sweaty now again myself, I jumped into the shower next to Doug, trying to find out more, but he stopped my questions by forcing me to my knees and filling my mouth with his cock. I took it still soft and felt it grow and harden in my mouth. Doug gave my face a quick fucking as the water sprayed on us. I swallowed his thick salty cum with pleasure. When he had finished, he rinsed off and left the shower. I heard him go back to his room and shut the door behind him. Still wondering what he had meant, I went and dressed and made my way to class, discreetly checking out all of the hot guys I passed as I walked. *************** I made my way through class without too much problem. I noticed myself checking out more good looking guys that were in my classes and that I passed in the hallways. It seemed a couple of them might have been doing the same thing, but I figured it was my imagination. I realized that I was spending more time looking at muscled chests and tight abs than I was tits, but I couldn't help myself. Finally the bell ending the last class rang and I was finished for the day. I sat at my desk for a second, pretending to straighten my books as two hot young men who sat just in front of me got up, walked past my desk and headed to the door. Both had lean, firm bodies and their tight jeans showed off their buns. I found myself wanting to bury my face between them and spend some time licking their holes, listening to them moan in pleasure. Suddenly I snapped out of my daydream and looked around. Most everyone had left and I realized that my cock was now hard. Awkwardly, I adjusted it in my boxers before getting up to leave the classroom. I got back to the dorm and headed up the street to my entry. I could see lights on in Doug and Johnny's room and wondered what they were doing. I stifled that thought before I was hard again and went to check my mail. I climbed back up the steps from the common room downstairs and reached my door. I opened it with my key and as I stepped inside, I heard the door behind me open. I glanced over my shoulder and saw Doug in the doorway. He was framed by the light from the window in his room behind him. His broad shoulders were bare, as was the rest of his upper body. Shadows played on the rippled muscles in his chest, arms and abdomen. I turned to face him, blood pumping into my cock. Doug said nothing. He simply stared at me for a few moments. I was unsure what to do. The sight of his smooth skin and bare chest had me transfixed. I couldn't have turned away even if the fire alarm had sounded. Doug's eyes traveled down my body, then back up to my face. Our eyes met. "Be in my room in 3 minutes. Boxers only." Doug stepped back and let his door swing closed. As soon as he was gone from view, I could move again. I stepped into my own dorm room and shut my door, flipping the lock. Three minutes. I had one instant of indecision. Did I really want to go to his room and let him do to me all the things he wanted? He would put his cock in my mouth, up my ass. He would shoot his sperm on my face and in my mouth, at the least. He would make me lick his ass, suck his balls. He would make me lick the sweat from his skin. I would leave full of his cum. Those thoughts got my cock rock hard and it ruled my reasoning and my actions. I pulled at my sweatshirt and got it over my head. Dumping it on the floor, I kicked off my shoes and socks, then unbuttoned my 501's. I let them drop on the floor as well. My cock was pushing out against the cotton material of my boxers as I went to the door the led into the bathroom. I opened it and peeked inside. No one was there. I stepped across the small hallway and knocked on the door to Doug's room. It was opened a few seconds later by a bare chested Johnny. The sight of his dark skin, firm chest and tight abs made me even hornier. His dark good looks had been a major source of my fantasies when I jerked off at night. He stepped back, letting me into the bedroom. Doug was in the next room, sitting in his desk chair with a book open in front of him. He was stripped down to a pair of boxer shorts. The sight of so much prime naked male flesh had my cock leaking precum, making an obvious wet spot in my own underwear. "Hey Doug, the fag's here," Johnny called as he shut the door. I was too far gone to care if anyone overheard that statement. I felt Johnny's hand between grab the back of my neck, and he guided me into the room where Doug sat. Doug slowly turned his upper body to look at me. This made the muscles in his chest and abs ripple and my knees almost felt weak. God, this stud was so well put together! I didn't care what he did to me as long as I got to touch that incredible body, suck it and lick it. Johnny's hand on my neck was also electric. The sight of his darker body, trim and muscular and hard also played in my mind. I wanted both of these studs. I wanted them in me. It seemed that Doug had been right. Making him and his incredibly sexy Latino roommate shoot their wads was the whole purpose of my existence. "Right on time, fag. You are getting better at taking orders." Doug looked at Johnny. "Whatcha in the mood for, roomie? You can have first crack at him, if ya want." Doug turned back to the book on his desk that he was studying. I felt Johnny's hand tighten on the back of my neck and he began to pull me back into the bedroom. "Come on, boy. I feel like pumping out a load of cum or two. Your mouth looks like the perfect place for the first one." I felt my face redden even though I thought I was long past feeling embarrassed about what I did with these guys. Hell, I had swallowed Johnny's cum before. I could even admit to myself now that I liked the way he tasted. The Latino stud was a real fox too. I watched the muscles in his lean brown body flex and tense as he used his strength to push me onto his bed. As I submitted to his sexual desires, I drank in the sight of his trim body with my eyes. I had never seen any model in any magazine that looked any better. I ended up on my back with Johnny standing over me next to the bed. He was wearing a pair of sweat pants and his hard cock was clearly visible through the material. Without wasting any words, he yanked them down and kicked them off on the floor. He was wearing no underwear and his cock snapped up against his tight belly. Johnny simply climbed on top of me on the bed, straddling my chest with his knees. His cock waved above my face as he moved. His balls rubbed my nose and lips. "Lick 'em!" I let my tongue snake out of my mouth and tease his sac. I was heard him moan. Johhny rubbed his balls and his shaft all over my face, getting my cheeks and forehead wet with his precum. I continued to work on him, lapping at his hairy balls, sucking them into my mouth, then licking the stretch of skin between his balls and his hole. I felt Johnny shudder over top of me as the tip of my tongue touched his hole. For a second I had a flash in my mind of my own cock, slowly sliding into his tight hole, but he pushed downward on my face, reminding me of my job. I tongued his crack and his hole, eliciting deep moans of pleasure from Johnny's chest. When he had pushed me onto the bed, Johnny had pinned my arms under his shins, so I couldn't feel his hot body with my hands the way I wanted, but I was content where I was. "Fuck yeah! Lick out my hole, boy. Damn! You are a great asslicker, faggot. Bet you never thought you'd be licking out guys' holes and getting off on it." He rubbed his crack up and down my face. I kept up the tongue action, knowing how much it seemed to turn on every guy. Before long, Johnny pulled back and the head of his cock slid along my lips. He had been leaking precum like crazy and coated my lips with it. I licked it up as he watched. "Damn, fagboy. Doug sure has made you into a complete cock-slut. You'll do anything for what comes out of a man's balls, won't ya? Specially what comes out of mine and Doug's." I mumbled a yes. "Yeah, I know you will, boy. Well open wide, pussylips. Time to start swallowing my meat." With his right hand, Johnny grabbed the base of his dark cock and used that leverage to push the head between my lips. I accepted it meekly. This was the reason I was in this room and on this bed - to take cock, be it Johnny's or Doug's, any way they wanted to give it. Johnny let out a satisfied "Yeahhhh," as his cock slid deeper into my mouth. I knew that he liked a lot of tongue action on the head of his dick, at least until he came. I set to work, lapping at his piss slit, tasting the precum oozing from it. Johnny began thrusting with his hips now, driving his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth each time. It was a bad angle for him to take my throat, but I knew that he wouldn't care. A minute later he used brute force to get the head of his cock into my throat. I watched, my eyes watering as he leaned forward, putting his hands on the metal bar that made up the head board of the bed. This let him drive his cock straight down into my throat regardless of the angle. I had no choice but to take his fucking of my mouth. His hips were moving like a machine. This stud wanted to get off and get off now. Choking with each of his deep thrusts, I felt tears dripping down my cheeks from the force of his fuck. As drops of sweat began to form on Johnny's chest I felt him twitch. He drove in deep and with a yell, began to shoot his load into my mouth. I could see his ab muscles tighten each time his cock throbbed in my mouth. His cum was shooting in thick spurts, against my tongue, against the roof of my mouth. Johnny then pulled back and out of my mouth and I looked at his cockhead against the side of my nose before he shot another stream of white sperm across my eye and up onto and past my forehead. He let out a loud sigh. "Sounds like you went for a quick one, bud," Doug commented from the other room. "Mind if I cut in for a while?" Johnny was still panting with exertion. "Gimme a second to catch my breath and we'll switch," Johnny replied. I felt Johhny's cum dripping into my hair, but my arms were still pinned by under his shins. His chest heaved as he caught his breath and I watched him above me. The taste of his hot cum filled my mouth and I swallowed again to try and clear it. Johnny's cum tasted good, but for me, nobody tasted better than Doug. Doug came through the doorway into the bedroom and looked at us. I heard him chuckle. "Look at this. Fucking cum faced faggot." "You've said often enough that he is just a cum dump, buddy." Johnny chuckled as well. "Figured his face was as good as his mouth. Besides, I like shooting my jizz on another dude's face. How could any guy be so fucking low they would take that?" "Know whatcha mean, bro. I like it too. Matter of fact, next to pumping my cum into this pussyboy, the best thing is covering his faggot face with it. We need to both blow a couple loads on those smooth cheeks at the same time. Why don't you give me a while with him and I'll give you a shout when it's time to mark him as our property again." "Our property, Doug?" Johnny asked. "Hell, buddy, we've shared beers, food, clothes, a dorm room and even chicks. Why not this faggot? This boy was put on this earth to take dicks, especially our dicks, and he needs it all the time. We both should use him whenever we want." I wasn't surprised by Doug's statement. He had shared me with other men before, including Johnny, but now he was explicitly making me Johnny's sex toy as well as his own. I didn't mind and wouldn't complain if I did. First, Doug had completely taken control of my will as far as sex was concerned, and Johnny was pure sex himself. My cock stayed throbbed, but I knew better than to touch it without Doug's permission. Doug walked into the bedroom as Johnny grabbed a towel and went into the bathroom. Doug closed the door behind his roommate and turned to look at me. I was naked on the bed and I am sure my face was flushed from sucking off the hot Latin stud. Looking at the young blond god who had made me into the cocksucker that I was had my cock leaking precum like a fountain. Doug crossed his arms over his chest and stared at me. I watched his eyes run up and down my body, assessing me like a piece of meat. I forced myself to keep my hands at my side, knowing he would be angry if I touched my cock without his permission. Finally his eyes settled back on my face. "I think you should suck me off before we take you on your errand, faggot. I told you there was a surprise." ************** Author's Note: I have told those who have written to me that there would be at least one last chapter. I find it necessary to break the chapter into two. Thanks to all who have written, you are responsible for this chapter and what more may come. Depending on the response to this, I may continue further.

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Date: Wed, 30 Oct 2002 15:25:58 +0000 (GMT) From: hugh masters Subject: Stripped Chapter 1, The Hidden Files STRIPPED An unpleasant story of humiliation and self discovery CHAPTER 1. THE HIDDEN FILES Ian had a furniture restoration business specialising in antiques. He dealt with "one offs" from private customers but Smartens, the local auction house, was his best client, sending a regular flow of items needing work. Ian was very proud of the quality of his firm's work and of the six full time specialists he employed, all of them craftsmen of outstanding ability, even young Will, the french polisher, who was only 24. Ian had been worried about how to replace Joe when he retired because young people don't have the patience needed for french polishing, but after only two years apprenticeship Will seemed to have learned all that Joe could teach him and his workmanship was superb. One day Laurie, Smarten's man, brought in a secretaire. About 1860, commercial work, but of superior quality. The veneer was badly faded from sunlight. "Reckon it'll need to be stripped right down and re-polished" said Laurie. They discussed cost and delivery estimates. As he was leaving, Ian asked him to tell Will to come and have a word. Ian checked for secret compartments and found two, both of them empty of course as they always are these days. Secret compartments may fool a casual burglar but everyone in the trade knows what to look for - which is why you never find anything, but you can always hope. He looked up and watched young Will striding down the length of the workshop with his easy, confident gait. Not for the first time he thought of himself at that age, still diffident and unsure. Mind you, if instead of being lanky at 24 he too had had Will's physique, perhaps Ian too would have walked with an easy swagger. Will was wearing a sleveless, faded blue denim shirt which showed off his sturdy brown arms. Well, who could blame him? If you had arms like that, wouldn't you show 'em off? "Find anything Boss?" he enquired, seeing Ian inspecting the secret compartment. Ian smiled and told him 'no'. "Nice piece" the young man said, pulling out the top drawer and ispecting the dovetailing. "Good workmanship" Ian found it heartwarming that such a young man should have such a good eye and appreciation of the cabinetmaker's skills. He slid out the middle drawer, laying it across the top one and bent to pull the bottom one when Will said "Hang on, Boss. There's something going on here" He had picked up the middle drawer and was scrutinising it carefully. "What do you think?" he said. Immediately Ian saw there was something not quite right. You get a feeling for this sort of thing and he was surprised he had not spotted it at once. A clumsy repair job perhaps? He turned the drawer in his hands and then twigged. "False bottom" he said, "Well spotted, Will" A narrow fillet of wood, little more than a quarter inch, went the whole length of the back of drawer's base. It slid sideways smooth as silk to reveal a narrow cavity under the bottom. They peered in. "Anything?" asked Will. "Something" Ian said, tilting the drawer backwards and patting the side. Out slid three, slim manilla folders side by side. As Ian put the drawer down, Will opened one of them. "Jesus!" he said. Glued to both inside covers was a collection of Polaroid photos showing a man in a black leather hood in various stages of undress, ending up stark naked, bound . . .and very erect! Ian's reaction was swift, unthinking and stupid. He snatched the folder from his employee's hands, closed it and scooped up the other two, blurting out "Not suitable for your eyes, boy" and shoved them in the drawer of his desk and ostentatiously locked it. He was concious that his heart was pounding and his face burning. "I'll have to talk to Mr Smarten about this" he burbled, adding lamely "After all, it is their property." Only then did he look at Will who was obviously taken aback by this absurd over-reaction and was staring at Ian in a most odd way. "You are still working on the Phillip's armoire?" Ian said, trying to be casual but with a voice which sounded strained and false. The big young man nodded slowly. "Best carry on with that then." Will nodded, turned and walked away as Ian sat at his desk and busied myself checking the Work Book with unseeing eyes. Why? Why had he behaved in such a stupid way? Any normal man would have shared the folders with his colleague, laughing and pointing out things. "Oh my Gawd, have you seen this?" or "Talk about kinky! There's no accounting for taste!" and "That's nothing, get a load of this one!" So, why hadn't he? After all, he was a perfectly normal guy, married with twin boys, not some kinky pervert. Yet that fleeting glimpse of the contents of the folder had churned him up in a most odd way and he couldn't wait for the end of the day for a more leisurely look when all the others had gone. Come 5 o'clock and he could hear the round of "Good night"s, some nodding to him as they passed his glass partitioned office at the far end of the long, narrow workshop. When he was quite sure they had all gone, he unlocked the drawer and slid out the three folders and laid them out side by side on his desk. At first sight they seemed all much the same, showing a man being stripped in stages. In each case he started off fully clothed and ended up naked. And all three folders clearly showed the same man, for although his face was never revealed under the hood, the body with its smudge of body hair across the chest was evidently the same. Ian flicked back to the front of the folders and noticed a date on each: 26 May, 10 June and 15 July. No year, but they were also numbered 1, 2, and 3. Clearly the sequence was important so Ian arranged them in sequence and studied them more carefully, noting the differences - and that the Polaroids were numbered 1 to 12 in each file to ensure they were viewed in correct order. Obviously a bit of a control freak this photographer, for Ian automatically assumed it was the active partner who had compiled this record of perversion and dominance. Man or woman, he wondered. Could be either of course, yet Ian felt somehow that this was a homosexual act. The May 26 file started with a pic of the victim standing, facing the camera and dressed in a smart, dark, business suit. White shirt, conservative tie, polished black Oxfords - and, bizarrely, a blindfold mask which covered the top half of the face like a Tudor executioner's mask. Sinister! Then Ian noticed he was not merely standing, he was standing to attention! No doubt about it: heels together, arms straight down the sides, head erect, this man was being paraded for inspection! The second pic was much like the first at a quick glance, but on looking closer Ian noted the unbuttoned jacket, the tie knot loosened and askew, the collar button undone and, yes, the flies unzipped too. The smart businessman had been worked over and mussed up. he looked as if he had been ...HANDLED. Pic number three was identical except for one major difference: the genitals had been scooped out and put on full display, balls and all. Why? Why would a man permit himself to be misused in this way - and allow himself to be photographed? For he must certainly have heard the snap and whirr of the camera; seen the flash even through the black mask. What power did the photographer wield that he could force this man to stand willingly at attention and permit such humiliating things to be done to him? In the next shot the rigid drill position was slightly changed. Now the man stood with his legs a little astride, the hands were turned with the palms facing forward and the head tilted back in an unmistakeable posture of submissive surrender. Now the tie hung loose, the shirt was unbuttoned to below the sternum and the jacket was pushed back, agape, and almost off one shoulder. With mounting fascination, Ian turned his attention to the picture labelled 5. Now the jacket was gone, and the tie. The shirt had been opened to the waist and the two sides pushed aside to bare the chest. A wooden clothes peg was clipped to one nipple and jutted out from the body aggressively. The belt had been unbuckled and hung loose and the other notable difference was that the cock was now fully erect, mimicing the aggressive jut of the peg. The inference had to be that tit-torture excited this man sexually. Clearly he LIKED being a victim, a notion which Ian found ... disturbing. In the sixth picture the shirt had gone revealing th lean hard musculature of the torso. A man in his prime - mid thirties, forty? There were pegs on both nipples now and a dog's, spiked, leather collar buckled about the neck. Pic number 7 showed the trousers dropped to around the ankles. No underpants! Ian glanced back at the smartly dressed businessman of pic number 1. Who would have guessed that he wore no underwear? Ian wondered whether he had been ORDERED to report naked beneath his clothes? The thought troubled him strangely and he was shocked to realise he had an erection. An erection from looking at photos of a naked MAN for God's sake! But he realised it wasn't the sturdy male body which excited him it was ... was what, exactly? Then he admitted it to himself, it was the submissiveness of this man that turned him on. A man who allowed an unseen persecutor to strip and humiliate him. To enslave him, no less. But a Master or a Mistress? There are plenty of men who get turned on by being humiliated by a dominant woman and for sure this guy looked manly enough. No milksop pansy. And yet... and yet... something made Ian feel sure that it was a man who stripped down this poor sod and photographed the process with such obsessive care. The next shot showed the man now completely naked, standing with legs apart and his hands behind his head. The mouth, below the mask showed signs of considerable distress, for no apparent reason. The penis was hugely erect. The picture numbered 9 was different. A close up. Not of the face but of the crotch. A leather strap encircled the base of the genitalia, another the base of the engorged penis itself and two others separated the testicles. Separated them? Yanked them brutally apart, more like. The previous picture showed the pain in the contorted mouth, this one showed the sexual arousal in the pain. And he had stood there passively and LET this be done to him. Ian was shocked and sickened by the blatant perversion - and aroused by it too. The following picture was also a close-up shot only this time of the chest. The single nipple peg was now replaced by a pair. But not wooden clothes pegs but metal clamps whose iron jaws seemed to grip the sensitive flesh ferociously. Worse, from each clip hung a metal pendant and from the way the tits were dragged down by the weight there could be no doubting that the metal was lead! Ian winced involuntarily as he inspected this image of deliberate cruelty so lovingly recorded. "Bastard!" he hissed under his breath at the unseen torturer who had inflicted this obscene pain with such surgical precision. The eleventh shot showed the poor sod, still with his hands clasped obediently behind his head but now he was on his knees, his sturdy thighs wide spread and his cock rampant above the strapped balls. The mouth was gaped wide and the head thrown back. Then Ian noticed something else - the shine on the skin. His body was wet. His chest, his belly, his thighs and yes, his chin too, all had been drenched. And that gaping mouth! Ian knew with absolute, sickening, certainty that here was a man who had been pissed on. And not just on, either, but IN as well. He had passively knelt there, mouth agape, while his master had pissed into his mouth! Oh God, the horror of it! Ian could imagine how he must have choked and glugged and spluttered, how the endless, remorseless stream of urine had filled his mouth until it overflowed and poured down his body, drenching the tortured nipples in their weighted clamps, soaking the leather-harnessed genitals, washing down the splayed thighs to form dark stains on the bare floorboards. And all this was not some sadistic excess visited on a helpless victim. This man was not bound or held helpless by a couple of bully boys. He had willingly submitted himself to being stripped down for inspection, to being crudely manhandled, tortured and humiliated. What sort of man would allow such things to be done to him, Ian wondered? The final shot in this first file was quite different. It showed the victim from behind, bent over what looked like a workbench, baring his arse with the leather-strapped testicles clearly to be seen, hanging between the splayed thighs. Lying on the base of the spine was a used condom. The man had been buggered and the product of that sex act was blatantly flaunted and photographed for all to see. No doubt now of the sex of the torturer. Ian visualised how that man, sated with sex, had pulled out of his victim's body, peeled the cum-bloated rubber from his cock and tossed it down onto the other man's bare back in a final gesture of contempt - and then photographed it so that he could ever after humiliate the other with the evidence of his shame. Ian felt sickened and disgusted, but was aware too of being hot and of the wetness at his crotch as his engorged cock dribbled fuck-juice. As he closed the file a sudden sound made him look up in alarm at the wood rack overhead. Someone lying flat on his belly up there among the mouldings and dowells laid across the rafters could easily look straight down into his partitioned but roofless office. "Who's there?" he shouted, aware of the furious blush of shame that had flooded his face. In the silence that followed he was aware of the sweat droplet trickling down the side of his face. He sat, frozen for several minutes, his heart thumping, before deciding it must just have been the wood settling in the hot roof space. Nevertheless he had been so rattled by the thought of having been watched, he decided to leave the other two files unexamined for today and slid all three into the drawer and securely locked it before leaving and locking up behind him. He drove home to his wife and twin boys, firmly resolved to dismiss any further thoughts of those strangely disturbing images from his mind. * * * Up in the stuffy heat and semi darkness of the wood racks in the rafters, Will eased his aching limbs and smiled to himself . . . TO BE CONTINUED IF ANYONE OUT THERE IS INTERESTED. MAIL ME AT questorius@yahoo.co.uk

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Date: Fri, 15 Nov 2002 16:41:00 +0000 (GMT) From: hugh masters Subject: Stripped, Chapter 2 STRIPPED. by questorius@yahoo.com.uk CHAPTER 2. The Second File The next morning Ian opened up and had to force himself not to go straight to the locked drawer of his desk to inspect the other two files with the same intensity with which he had devoured the first the night before. But that wouldn't do. His workers would be arriving shortly and coming to his office for instructions and he needed to be able to study those strange, disturbing pictures at leisure and with the certainty of not being interrupted. But the thought of them was never far from his mind, nagging, nagging. He wondered what he would say if young Will asked about them, but mercifully that didn't happen. He was brisk and businesslike in the only brief exchange he had with Will but realised afterwards that he had avoided eye contact. He always took lunch in his office sitting at his desk - and was invariably undisturbed. Now would be safe for a look, surely? As his hand dropped to unlock the drawer he glanced down the length of the workshop to check that all the men had gone to the pub as usual and was startled to see Will still at his bench. But not working, just sitting there - and watching! Was he watching or was it guilt that made it seem so? Ian felt a hot flush of shame wash over him and he ostentatiously carried on going through the Accounts Books. It was three weeks since his book keeper had moved on and it would be another week before the new one, Mrs Duncan, would start so he had to struggle on as best he could. The interminable afternoon dragged at last to a close and the men packed up and left. All of them? He hadn't actually seen either Martin or Will leave. He called their names. No answer. He walked down the length of the workshop, even checking the lavatory. No one. He locked both front and back doors and returned to his office, even scanning the wood racks overhead as he went. Satisfied at last that he was alone and would not be disturbed he unlocked the drawer and withdrew the three files. Number 1 he put aside carefully and as he picked up No 2 he noticed his hands were shaking. This was dated June 10, two weeks after the previous encounter so the man knew what he was in for - but came anyway! Ian opened the file and directed his gaze to the first picture, top left, deliberately trying to avoid looking at the other 11 photos. He wanted to experience them in sequence, squeezing dry each in turn for all the information it contained before allowing himself the luxury of moving on to the next. Pic No.1 was at first glance identical to the first in File 1, showing the same man wearing the same dark business suit and standing to attention, as before. Even the location seemed identical - a blank wall of dirty plaster behind and grubby, bare floorboards. Could be anywhere. A basement or store-room perhaps? The only change was that instead of the half hood which masked his features in the first file, his head was now completely covered in a loose black bag which reached down to his shoulders. Ian found this even more disturbing for it utterly obliterated his individuality. This was not a person, this was a faceless object, a victim waiting to be used. Ian tried to imagine what it would be like to stand there, blinded and obliterated and vulnerable, knowing that unspeakable obscenities were to be visited upon him. He found the idea frightening - and eerily thrilling! In pic No.2 the man was still at attention and smartly dressed - except for one detail, his flies had been unzipped and he had permitted his controller to rummage around inside there and scoop out his cock and balls. The effect was surreal - smart businessman with no face and his balls on display! Apart from the jacket being unbuttoned, No.3 seemed identical at first glance but then Ian noted that the shirt was unbuttoned too, from below the collar to the waist, leaving a narrow slit of hairy chest on show. Only a narrow slit, yet Ian felt certain that greedy hands had invaded that slit and groped the man-body under the shirt, perhaps seeking out the nipples to pinch and twist. It was noticeable too that the cock no longer dangled but stood erect. Here was a man who LIKED having his body man-handled! The fourth Polaroid showed the jacket and tie still in situ but the pants had been dropped and lay puddled around his ankles. He looked more obscenely naked like this than he would have done entirely nude. Naked and horribly vulnerable. No.5 was a close-up of the genitals. One of those long, leather bootlaces had been carefully bound round and round the base, stretching the bundle of equipment down from the body, each square section of lacing lying neatly alongside its neighbour to make a solid binding. The two ends had been brought up tight between the testes, stretching them wide apart so that the skin was stretched over them taut and shiny. Ian tried to imagine what it would be like to have that done to you and winced at the thought. But worse was to come. The next shot showed a netting bag hung from the laced binding round the balls - and at the bottom of the bag lay the silver shining sphere of a "petanc" ball. Ian had played boule on holiday in Provence. He had thrown such metal balls into the white dust of a town square and knew the weight of them.The thought of such a solid metal weight hung from your balls did not bear thinking about! Picture 7 showed the same close up, the only difference was that the netting bag now held two silver balls. Ian felt sick and outraged that a man could do this to another man - but reminded himself that the victim was not bound and helpless, he was there of his own free will! Ian wondered if the metal sphere had been gently lowered into the net or allowed to drop suddenly, striking the first with that distinctive "petanc" clash. He had only to ask the question to feel certain he knew the answer. . . No.8 showed the man now on his knees, his hands behind his back. Bound or just clasped there? Impossible to tell. But now the jacket and shirt had been yanked open and pushed down over the shoulders, baring the torso. The bag-obliterated head was thrown back and you could see by the way the black material was sucked into the gape of the mouth that he was gasping with pain. He knelt upright, sturdy thighs taut and splayed wide. The boules in the net bag hung within an inch of the floor. "Stupid bastard" mumered Ian,"why doesn't he sit down on his heels?" That way the bag would have rested on the ground, easing the drag on his tesicles. Or had he perhaps done so, only to be ordered to kneel up to ensure he suffered the full rigour of the weight? Or had he deliberately and knowingly opted to suffer the pain - to offer it up to his Master, as it were? That idea disturbed and thrilled Ian. He was concious of the leakage from his cock soaking his jeans. Notable too, in this shot, were the red, inflamed areas around the nipples. Something nasty had been done there, that was sure. Then he noted the object lying on the floor between the man's knees - a lavatory brush! He had had his tits scrubbed with those stiff bristles! Oh God, Oh God, the horror of it, thought Ian. The sheer, sadistic cruelty of it! He imagined the lavatory brush scraping over the tender nubs or being rammed hard against them and s-l-o-w-l-y rotated under full pressure. No wonder the surrounding skin looked red-raw. Ian unzipped, pulled out his cock and used his handkerchief to mop up the sticky fluid oozing from it. The next picture was a back view. The man standing again, stripped stark naked now and with his wrists emphatically bound behind his back with a leather belt wrapped tightly around them several times. Very tightly - you could see the edges cutting into the flesh. Whether or not the wrists had been bound in the previous shot, they certainly were now! The bagged head hung forwards away from the camera and the shoulers were slumped. He looked exhausted and defeated - very different from the proud, erect stance of the figure in the smart business suit before he had been worked over. But his trials were clearly not over yet, for behind him on the floor stood a little wooden three-legged stool, like an old fashioned milking stool. Only this one had been "modified" for nailed onto its seat was a black rubber but plug, its spear point jutting threateningly upwards. The tenth Polaroid kept the same back view only now the victim had been carefully lowered onto the spike with the first couple of inches penetrating the anus. To protect himself from further intrusion the poor bastard was desperately trying to support himself in that untenable squatting position. You could see the tension in the bunched muscles along the thighs and in the ridged sinews of his calves and lower legs and his back shone with sweat from the effort of trying to hold that position. Ian reflected that there was no way he could have lowered himself into that situation. His torturer must have held his upper arms and supported him while guiding him down slowly onto the spike. And all he had to do was press sharply down on the shoulers and the man would have had no option but to go fully down on the spike. But that hadn't happened. The master had left his victim in that unsustainable position and stood there, watching him sweat as he tried to protect himself from further pain. How long for? Impossible to say but that amount of sweat suggested perhaps as much as a minute. But it could not last. He would have to let go and allow his own body weight to impale him. What sort of sick sadistic bastard would dream up such a nasty refinement as that? Picture 11 was a front view taken not long after that moment of self-impalement for the torso was arched back in a taut rictus of pain with positive rivulets of sweat running down his chest and abdomen. Yet despite all this the penis was still hugely rampant! Amazing! Moreover it had been sheathed in a black condom. Why black? Ian wondered, only to decide that it was somehow more obscene and therefore absolutely right. Clearly the man was going to be milked of his semen - but why not just let it spurt? Why collect it? The twelfth and final picture was perhaps the most sickening of all. It showed the man on all fours crawling away from the camera like a cowed and beaten beast. The three-legged stool and its monstrous plug had been ripped out and lay discarded on its side. Perhaps to free up access for a fucking? Who could tell? The ball weights dragged behind him along the floor, tugging still at his testicles.But most sad of all, the blind, hooded head was turned over the shoulder as if to "look" at the camera. There was something so pathetic and contemptible about that blind, pleading angle of the head. The bag had been rolled up over the tip of the nose to give access to the mouth and from that dangled a black condom, flat and flaccid, apparently sucked dry. No, look closer - that was not one condom hanging from his mouth, there were two. The poor, sad, humiliated and defeated creature had even been made to consume its own semen and to suck out his master's. Ian felt sickened by that image of utter degradation - sickened and something else too. Envy! That is what it was. Oh God, envy! He closed the folder slowly and noticed his hand was shaking again. Could he take any more of this sick horror? Perhaps he should leave the last file for study tomorrow night? But, as if compusively driven, and thinking himself alone and unobserved, he pulled the third file towards him . . . To be continued.

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Date: Thu, 12 Dec 2002 09:17:25 +0000 (GMT) From: hugh masters Subject: Stripped 4 STRIPPED by Questorius@ yahoo.com.uk Chapter 4. WILL POWER The odd thing was that Will had always quite liked Ian - thought him a good boss and rather respected him. But leaning there against the door jamb, watching his boss slowly wanking himself while poring over porno pictures, well, it was hard to respect such a man! The way he peered at each picture in turn, wholly engrossed and oblivious to anything going on around him filled Will with amused contempt. Then Ian looked up and for a second their eyes locked. Will noted how he went deathly white and seemed locked in a rictus of blind panic. Pathetic! He walked across and round behind the desk to lean over Ian, one hand on his shoulder. There was no hurried sweeping away of the shameful evidence this time - what was the point? - but Will noted how the right hand was brought up from beneath the desk with a studiedly slow casualness, except that it was visibly shaking which made the effort to hide its dirty purpose quite ridiculous. Will scanned the photos laid out in the open file, deliberately pressing himself against Ian as he did so. Ian felt the pressure and the warmth seeping from Will's body, could hear his breath close to his ear and, still frozen into immobility, watched with fascinated horror as the young man reached down to touch one of the pictures. It was the close-up of the beaten buttocks, livid with red weals, and Ian saw the middle finger stroke gently across the striped cheeks as if feeling the raised welts with lascivious pleasure. It was too much! With a sudden awkward jerkiness, Ian got to his feet and turned to face his young employee. Somehow Will's hand remained resting on his shoulder. That is all it was doing, just resting there, but to Ian it's weight seemed crushing. His convulsively shaking knees began to buckle and he was sinking down, down, down. How long did it take him to fall to his knees? Half a second maybe? But to Ian it took an age, seemingly in extreme slow motion. And as he went down a voice inside his head was screaming "No! no! this isn't right! I am the senior one here. I am his boss. I am 10 years older. I am a husband and a father. I should not be kneeling to him!" But he could not stop himself and found himself on his knees with the young giant towering over him. Will cupped his hand behind his boss's neck and drew him in. There was no resistance - it all seemed so natural and inevitable - and scrubbed the face in his burgeoning crotch, scrubbed it hard! And Ian was lost. Totally lost. He just felt so at home down there having his face rubbed in this man's crotch, smelling the man-smell of him, breathing the sweet scent of submission. It was something he had never even imagined himself doing, yet it felt so right! By the same token Will had never had a man kneeling at his feet before and he decided he liked it. He felt a surge of power. He'd certainly never had a man hungering for his cock, gnawing at the harsh denim of his jeans as if impatient to get inside to gobble raw cock. That prostitute he'd hired in Birmingham when he'd gone to the NEC for the big Antique Furniture Show, she had given him a blow job and so had that red-headed barmaid from The Crown, but on both occasions he had been sprawled naked on the bed. Both had been very exciting, very satisfying, but neither carried quite the charge of heady power he got from having his boss kneeling between his legs, paying homage to the him as the Dominant Male! Will unzipped and hoisted out his rampant penis. Ian looked up at him in wide eyed amazement at the size of the ugly, brute thing in front of his face and he gaped his mouth wide to engulf it. Will noted the eagerness, like a baby bird gaping to be fed, and felt disgusted that another man should be so depraved as to do this. He put his hand flat on his lower belly with one finger down either side of his cock and with this leverage, synchronised with a swing of his hips, he used his dick like a hard rubber truncheon to cosh Ian about the face. He grinned happily to see the look of outraged shock on his employer's face as the thick erection smashed across his face. So he did it again ... and again ... and again. It felt good to cock-whip the grovelling bastard! He felt strong. He felt powerful. He felt in control. Show the bastard who was really the boss now! Shocked by this crude brutality, Ian looked up at his tormentor and in a hoarse whisper asked "Why, Will, why?" to which the young man replied with a cruel and unanswerable logic "Because I can." It didn't really hurt Ian's face much to have it cock-thrashed, but it hurt his pride and damaged his sense of manhood. There was his life before, as a man, a husband, a father. And then there was his life after, as a - what? As a submissive, cock sucking, degraded pervert, that's what! Having cock-whipped him, Will looked down and seeing the moist, warm, pink fuck-hole in the face, he slammed his dick into it. Ian gagged and heaved and pushed agaist the hard thighs to distance himself but Will simply grabbed his ears and, using them like fuck handles, continued to pleasure himself, gaining added satisfaction from his victm's struggles and strangled complaints. Unfortunately, when he shot, the spasm was so violent his cock jerked right out of the mouth and the first bolt of cum fired directly up the face's left nostril. Will quickly poked himself back in and all the following spurts went properly to the back of the throat. Only then did he let go of the ears and Ian sank into a heap on the floor, coughing and gasping. Will looked down on the untidy sprawl of the cast-off fuck with considerable disgust and was about to turn and leave when Ian turned his ravaged face up to his user and noisily snorted the semen up his nose into his throat and ostentatiously swallowed it. That was nauseating enough but what really sickened Will was the smug "what a good boy am I" look on his silly face as if expecting praise. Will kicked him in the guts to show his contempt, turned on his heel and strode down the length of the workshop to the door and escaped into the street, slamming the door behind him. Ian lay there on the floor, gasping for air and clutching his belly - God but that kick HURT! - and listening to the sound of Will's heavy boots clomping down the length of the workshop and the the door slamming shut. Alone, he rolled onto his back and as he recovered he began to do something that shocked even himself - he began to masturbate. But it was not the thought of Will's huge cock fucking his face or the taste of the semen in his mouth which excited him. It was the power and brutality of the man that turned him on. Above all the look of contempt on Will's face just before he kicked him in the guts. He knew he had been USED by a genuinely dominant male and the concept excited him to orgasm. That night two men on opposite sides of the town lay awake and unable to sleep. Ian in his comfortable home in a leafy suburb, lay sleepless in his pyjamas beside his wife, worrying about tomorrow. How could he face Will? One thing was clear, what had happened tonight was an aberration, never to be repeated. It had to be put from his mind. Wiped clean. The only possible strategy was to act as if nothing whatever had happened. In time it would be forgotten and Will would be again what he had always been, a skilled craftsman, a pleasant and easy-going employee. And Ian would not think of the surprising hardness of those strapping thighs as he pressed his hands against them, trying to push himself away. Nor of the ease with which Will had imposed himself on him. Nor ... NO! In desperation he reached out for his sleeping wife and pulled her close. "I am a man, a husband, a father!" he told himself as he fondled her breasts and pressed his erection against her. Lying naked in his bed in his flat over a grocer's shop, Will was also wondering how things would be tomorrow morning. Perhaps Ian would fire him! He smiled to himself, no, he wouldn't be that stupid. That would be asking for trouble! But it would be a bit tricky finding a way to relate to a man last seen on his knees chewing on your spunk! Will, like Ian, came to the conclusion that the best strategy would be to act during working hours as if nothing had happened. In that they were as one but where they differed was on what would happen once the others had left. Will had enjoyed the heady sense of power and control far too much to give it up now. He thought of those extraordinary photographs and realised he had only scratched the surface of the possibilities open to him in putting Ian's submissiveness to the test. Perhaps he might try the slow stripping technique, transforming his boss into a naked, snivelling fuck-slave. Alternatively he might just saunter into his office at five o'clock and say "Strip!" And what if Ian refused, or blustered? Will was confidant that a swift slap across the mouth with the hard-knuckled back of his hand would quickly re-establish a proper state of affairs! Not that he would impose his will on the unfortunate man every evening. Sometimes he would leave with the others, other times he would work late but make no move to use his sex-toy. The point was that Ian would never know and would be kept in an agony of doubt. Was this a night when he would have un-natural uses made of him or not? He realised with a sense of glee that there were subtle psychological ways in which he could show his power which in their different way could be as pleasing as more overt cruelties. Will stroked one hand over his naked torso while the other massaged his hefty cock which dribbled fuck-juice at the thought of those "overt cruelties". He had never in his life tortured someone's nipples as the man in the photographs had been tortured, nor tied up someone's balls with straps and cords and weights but he had every intention of exploring these interesting activities in future. And he had most certainly never flogged or thrashed a man, but as he remembered those pictures of savagely welted flesh his sexual excitement grew. He imagined what it would be like to raise a leather strap and crack it across a naked back, to see the target flinch, to hear it gasp with pain, or to wield a long, whippy cane and swish it across bared buttocks. Yes! Oh yes! And then to mount the beaten body and penetrate it and punish-fuck it till it whimpered and moaned... His sweat-drenched body jerked and spasmed and the wet, white fuck fountained from his body for the second time that night. Afterwards he slid into contented slumber musing on the ways in which his boss would be made to submit to his rampant maleness in ever more degrading ways, simply because he had the power to do so - simply because he could. Ian too slept after pleasuring his wife. He felt much easier in his mind now that he had re-affirmed his manhood and, resolving never to wallow in the mire of shame ever again, and he slept peacefully. Two men. One sure that the normality of a boss / employee relationship could be re-established, the other devising fresh humiliations for his sex-victim. One of them had it wrong. Disastrously wrong. THE END - unless it contiues in your mind!

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Date: Mon, 29 Jul 2002 08:19:30 +0000 From: Seth O' Donnell Subject: 'Dan, my boy part 1' {Seth O'Donnell} (MM bdsm spank) (This story contains scene depicting man to man sex and humiliation. If you are easily offended, pls refrain from reading on, for others, enjoy the story) For any comments, pls post to rhapsodysoul07@hotmail.com. 'Dan, my boy part 1' I sat down in my large posh sofa, overlooking the sea. The mansion that im living in is surprisingly luxurious, never in my whole life would i expect myself to be in a situation like this now. It is certainly unlike that of my trailer white trash teenage days. I still remember how i was there, amongst all the debauchery, sex and whoring, all horny men, of all ages, i still remebered how i need to sell my body around to those sadistic one time masters who used to torture my hard young body and getting sexual release from that. I hate those bastards, they have made me to a part of who i am right now. the days where i had to cry myself to sleep, being bound and tied to a sling, a tree or the cross, watsover. those days are a far cry to what i have now, all thanks to a man i love most in the world, He's my lover, my friend and my master. He saved me from the pits of hell and took me into his arms like his own son. Our relationship is indescribable. Our relationship is primarily of a master/slave commitment, yet i love him because he first loves me, and after that, all those bondage, humiliation, sex were all deemed by me as an act of submission to him. Yes, he did torture me like those sick bastards did, beat me up when i was disobedient to his wishes, played with my body as like he own them, but i have no regrets cos i know he loves me first. He accepted me for who i am, not desiring a one time scene play, instead he took me in and adopted me into his lifestyle, saved my from my prositution, and treat me like a property only exclusive to him. He took great care of me, gave me a roof, and gave me security. I loved everything bout him. The man i loved most in my life, my master, he died a couple of years back. Right till now, i still can't forget him. I didn't bother about my own sexual urges anymore. what he left me was a void that no matter what i do, i couldnt seems to fill it whole again. He left me all his fortune, the mansion, the trust fund, im a millionaire now, its all thanks to him. After he died, i felt really depressed and sad, i felt like i needed to go with him too. No matter how i tried to flirt with those young men from the bars,it didnt help. Now, today is the 2nd anniversay since his death. it took me two years to realise something, i sat down on the sofa, overlook the sea, rose my right hand and the wine glass to the sky, i said cheers, cheers to my master,a smile broke out of my face. thinking, my master woldnt want to see in such a state, i felt him saying to me...go boy, go find yrself happiness, go live a fruitful life, i know u love me, i love u too, just remember me always.... I know that its true, the voice is so strong. I smiled to myself and i said thank you, master. suddenly, i felt a release in my emotions , i felt my heart opened up now, the first time for the two years. i know the moment is right. I went upstairs to the bathroom, gave myself a good bathe, shave my stub and look myself in the mirror, I was looking great, my 29 year old body looks exactly like those i had when i was 19, of course with more defination and manly toughness attached to it now. I shaved my chest, giving it a oversheen bout it. I liked how i look, gray eyes, dirty blond hair, and a sharp gallic nose, i knew i was always attractive and whats make me special, as said by my master is that i got the top and bottom look all interchanged within my face frame. I wore my favourite fragrance, hooked up my levis 501 and my leather vest. I am all set to go...the horniness in my eyes began to light up, but more importantly, ive got a need to be compassionate again. I went down to the garage, drove down the stretch and into town. I was full of expectancy, but i know its hard to really find a guy, a boy that u like, first look and all. Im not looking for a fling or a scene play. what i want is to find a boy like myself, i wanted to be like my master, find a boy and love him the way he should be loved. As i approached nearer to the the infamous gay leather pubs and bar area in town, i remembered what my master said, he told me that the first thing he noticed something different about me from all the other boy whores back then is the emptiness in my eyes, the kind that shouts for somebody to come and take him away from all the misery. I memorise that, parked my car at the end of the road, glide down the car and eased myself down the streets. Both sides of the street were filled with gay pubs and all, all gay men, half naked and trading around with their bodies, saw a young guy being tied to lamp post, with these two other beer-bellied old man looking on. Walked on, saw these few punk slaves with a certain glint in their eyes, looking at my direction, i sorta of stared them back, giving an uninterested look. I decide to settle my self near this cafe, not wanting to get into the action yet, just want to view the scene around, sat myself down into the alfresco area, ordered a beer and sat gulping away. it been awhile, i suddenly felt bored and wanted to go home now, not knowing why, until i heard a cry from inside the opposite alley. The voice kinda of attracted me, i decided to sneak in to have a look. There it is, a yound man, very handsome, half naked being kicked around by these few punkslaves i saw earlier. initially i thought its one of those fellow bashing again, i wanted to walk away until i caught a glimpse of that young man's eyes, it was a set of the most beautiful eyes i ever seen, i looked at him further, what i saw is soemthing that is totally coherent to what my master told me, those look of desperation and emptiness. I decide to save this young man. I went straight into the action, and fended off those punk slaves. Although they are pretty nasty, i'm sure they know how to react properly when they saw a master approaching, they immediately run away, not wanting to incur my wrath further. the boy was wriggling, covering himself with his hands, he looked up at me and said "thank you, SIR... wimpering away. I help him up, wiped away the tears, look him into the eyes, i was hit by something. This pair of eyes were exactly the same as mine ten years ago. I felt a tinge in my body, i looked him over his body, really nice pecs and abs, all defined, he looks like those calvin klein models i wld say, all leaned and toned. i looked up to his face again, those eyes, deep set, high nose and the softest lips i had seens on a guy, yet his cheekbones were defined like a man, a mix of manly and boyish charms. I asked for his name. "My name, Dan, SIR..." still shy of looking into my eyes. I tilted his chin up..."nice name boy, dan" I hold him up straight by his arms and stood him up, i used my index fingers and wiped away the tears, then held it over his lips, he automatically stick out his tongue and lick his own tears away. What a beautiful boy, i thought. "Come dan, i wld better take you and treat yr wounds, i rubbed my palms into this bruised part on his left pec, he moaned slightly as i led him to my car. I opened to the car door, he was really hesitant. I prompted him to get into the car, he carfully sat himself down, not wanting to dirty the plush leather inside. I notice that, and i tell him its okay, just sit comfortably. He smiled at me as if he adores me from head to toe. Soon after, we reached back home. He was really surprised at the mansion, as i can see from his eyes. He stood there, all dumbed. I motioned him to come in with me and sat him down at the living room couch. I took out my first aid kit and began to applied the medicine on his pec. I looked into his eyes while doing so, this is the first intimate contact i had with him and it felt really good. I felt all lusted up by this hot young man. He looked me into the eyes as well, showing a sense of appreciation and gratitude. I had him rest for awhile and he promptly agreed so. Later on, he woke up. "Are u better now?" "Yes, thank you for yr help" "come, boy, i show you around the house!" his eyes immediatley sparkled and he immediatley jumped up like all well bodied twenty years old jock would. i can see that he likes me to call him boy from his reactions and all. I showed him all around the mansion. Throught it all he began to lighten up and less awkward now. In a short time, he began to communnicate and asked questions about the house and stuff. I can see that he really is enjoying himself. After finishing viewing the whole house, i gave him a set of pyjamas and lead him to the guest room. "Dan, its quite late already, why don't you rest yrself in the room, good night!" "Thank you, mister, good night too!" I went straight back up to my room, undressed myself, and out on only a pair of calvin klein briefs. i sleep in my bed, but i keep thinking of dan and his hot young body. i wanted him all by myself,i pondered further until my cock began to rise when i thought of owing his hot young body. i couldnt resist the temptation any further. I trodded down to the guest room, in my brief, opned the door softly and walked in. upon seeing the sight, my cock harden again, he was naked, all sprawled on the bed, his cock is beautiful, his body sheening magnificently under the bright moonlight, i approached further. Couldnt't care less anymore and kiss his soft lips. Im pretty sure it awakens him but he seems to be wanting to pretend to sleep. I didn't care either as i put my hands down his side and caress his nipples, soon i heard moanings and his eyes opened and glimpse right into mine... i stroked his chest saying "Boy, i want to have sex with you, i wanted to plant my man seed into your ass hole" "Sir, of course sir, you are beautiful!" i smiled back at him, then turned his body upside down on all fours, i asked him to perk his ass up. He immediatley obeyed. He got really nice mounds of hard flesh there, i smacked him as i put my cock into his hole. I know that it's gonna be dry but that's they way i want it, i want him to remember this first night we had together. I glided softly in and out at one moment, pumped hard and pinched his nips the other time round, not soon after my man seed flow out into his boy cunt. I took my cock out and turned him over, splurt the rest of my sperm onto his chest and stomach. I rubbed it all over him and his face as well. He automatically glide his hand down to his cock but i slapped it away, giving him a disapproving look. He relented but only to lick up the cum from his face. He is so sexy. I kissed him on his lips and we began to explore each other tongue, slowly proceeding down to his nips. After an intense hour of hot man sex, i laid him down on the bed, clear away all the stained mattress, and laid myself besides him. I opened my arms wide and he slides into my bosom, he held me tight and said "thank you SIR!" "good boy, you are beautiful..." I stroked his hair and kissed him on the forehead.. He fell asleep later. I decided to write a letter and left it on his side table...the letter reads.... "dan, the sex yesterday was fantastic, you are a beautiful boy. i wanted you for my own but i giving you a choice to choose. If you want to stay with me and be my boy, just let me see you naked, standing at attention outside the garden, beside the tree, if not, you can leave when the sun is up. If i see you tomorrow at the garden, i will accept you as my boy, and you will be living with me and i will love you like i shld and to teach you all the things i knew, if not, i will always remember this night we had together...." >From Greg I left the letter at the table and make myself upstairs to sleep, thinking of tomorrow, and what is goin to come... I woke up late the next morning, brush my teeth and stretched myself. I then looked out of the window into the garden, just as i guessed, Dan is standing outside there. He had his hands trussed up behind his head, which is a pretty good move as i only asked him to stand at attention. He will make a very good slave. I look at him for a moment, really beautiful, his cock, half-massed, and his biceps all perk up for me. I know he wants me real bad, seeing from his bodily reactions. Of course, i wanted to play around with him, so i decided to take a long morning shower and a sauna, all at the second floor, while my beloved boy, stood there, getting an overall tan. Im feeling with lust already and i'm really hot for him too. When the clock ticks ten, its been one hr already. I went straight down to the garden still with my white clavin klein brief. he saw me and immediately arched his back more, which is already pretty straight. I thought to myself, this boy certainly knows how to please his master even before it all starts. I was really glad. I walked straight to him,and kissed him on his lips. wiped the sweat from his eyebrows and held it to his lips again. and again without any prompting, he sticks out his tongue to lick it clean. "Good morning, SIR!" "GOOd boy, i see u have decided to accept my offer, boy?" "Yes sir, i accepted your offer to be your boy, SIR!" "Thats good boy, first thing, im going to tell you all the rules in my house while u stand there nice and proper for me, ok boy?" "Yes SIR, i will listen carefully SIR!" "Good boy, yes the first thing you might have guess is that you will always address me as SIR, understand? second thing is that you will obey my every command as im yr master, understand?" "YES SIR, i understand im yr boy SIR and i will obey your every command, SIR" "Good, i also want you to know that not only will i be hard on you, but i will also love you, so there will be a balance of pain and romance here u understand, i dun want you be my slave, i want you to be my boy, but of course you shall remain respectful at all times and not take it for granted, and you will no doubt receive punishements whenever i see that you are not up to my standard, understand?" Dan stood there, with his position upright and his muscles taut replied :"YES SIR, im willing to be your slave and your boy, SIR!" i went over and glide my hands across his posed biceps... "Strong Biceps there., boy!" "SIR, Thank You, SIR!" "and of course i have the complete right to your body, i shall play with your body whenever i want, but on the other hand, i will also nourish your soul with love!" "Yes SIR, Thank You SIR!" i kissed him on his lips and help his arms down, we caress each other, and felt each other with our hard bodies...i hold him and looked into his eyes..."I love you boy!" "I love you too SIR, Thank you so much for loving me!" with that, his tears flow down his cheeks. to be continued... (comments and suggestions on how the story should proceed are welcomed)

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Date: Fri, 22 Nov 2002 21:25:08 +0000 (GMT) From: hugh masters Subject: Stripped - chapter 3 STRIPPED By questorius@yahoo.com.uk Chapter 3. THE THIRD FILE The final file was dated June 15, nearly a month after No.2. Ian tried to imagine what might have gone on in that time. Had the tormentor waited that long before summoning his victim a third time? Or had the man volunteered himself? Perhaps he had fought with himself to stay away but finally succumbed to the need for another "fix" of humiliation. There was no way of telling. Ian opened the file. There was a change here. For the first time we were in the open air. The man stood in leaf dappled shade - perhaps in a long-abandoned quarry to judge by the vertical rock wall behind, but one which was invaded by mature trees now. As before he was smartly dressed and blindfolded, only the blindfold was much smaller, like one of those sleep masks they give you on long-haul flights, and the suit was pale beige and of light summer-weight fabric. Very smart still, with a dark rasberry coloured shirt and a striped silk tie. Why had he dressed up like this in order to be stripped? Had he been ordered to do so? Another, more subtle change was that he was not standing at attention as before but with his legs apart and his arms hanging loose with the hands turned to face forward - in a gesture of supplication. The same pose in the second picture but now, as before, the full genitalia were fished out and put on display. The man had passively stood there and allowed this to be done to him. Why? Why would any man allow that? The third picture showed the jacket unbuttoned and the shirt hanging out. Just to muss up the tailored image? - or to give access to groping hands pushed up under the shirt? Hands that would have felt him up with obscene pleasure? Pic 4 had the tie hanging loose, the shirt fully unbuttoned and pushed back to reveal the torso. The jacket was gone but a heavy, leather collar of spike-studded rawhide was buckled about the neck. The shirt was gone in the next photo and he was standing, stripped to the waist with his hands behind his head and legs astride. He looked good, Ian decided. Especially with that collar about his neck and the dappled sunlight angled across his body - with one particularly bright splash of sun happening to light up those grossly displayed genitals. No. 6 had him in the same position but now stripped entirely naked and with something black hung about his neck. Ian peered closer. It looked like the sort of webbing sling you would use as a shouler strap on a sports bag. It had chrome, "G" clips at both ends, the sort with little spring-loaded bolts to snap over a "D" ring. There was just such a ring on that leather dog's collar but then again the two clips hung against the skin of his chest just below the nipples. Could it be that . . . The next picture confirmed Ian's intuition. The strap, still hung around the neck was crossed high on the chest and the two clips were firmly anchored into the tits. Crossing the strap shortened it so that the nipples were pulled upwards despite which, the man stood proud and straight, chest expanded against the taut tug of the webbing, as if defying the worst that the clips could do. A big close-up of one nipple was the subject of the next photo. You could actually see the way that the spring-loaded bolt of the G clip had buried its head into the nip-flesh. Ian winced and wondered had the metal shaft been eased into that position - or had it been lined up, fully retracted, and then let go with the whole force of the spring behind it to effectively fire the bolt into the nipple? Ian felt he could guess the answer and moaned in sympathy with the man. He looked back at the previous shot. Perhaps the man was not standing erect and proud and defiant at all. Pehaps he was caught in a reflex jerk of agony! Certainly in the following shot he was standing slouched and slump-shouldered. The webbing strap had been removed and re-applied to the nipples so that it now hung from them in a loose loop just under his balls. The tenth pic showed why. Clearly he had been ordered to stand erect, still with his hands behind his head, so that now his balls and cock were yanked right up onto his belly. That looked a bit uncomfortable but the real point was what was being done to his poor, tortured nipples. Gripped in those steel jaws they were dragged down most cruelly. He was being made to torture himself, balls pulled against tits, tits against balls. Ian felt sickened by the callous cruelty of the man who could devise such a vicious torture - but his cock was oozing fuck-juice so liberally that he unzipped his flies and eased it out without taking his eyes from the page. There was a big change next. The man's naked body was bent over a huge, fallen trunk, green with moss and his arms were widespread, reaching forward and up, tied to a branch with ropes about the wrists. He was stretched taut in the sunlight, his buttocks thrust toward the camera by the fallen trunk in a provocative way. Laid across the small of his back was a long thin switch, its thicker end resting on the horizontal trunk, waiting to be picked up . . . "He's going to be punished!" Ian gasped aloud, his voice rasping in his dry throat. And indeed the twelvth and final Polaroid showed the result of that savage beating. Ian carefully counted the red weals across the buttocks. There were ten horizontal, parallel ones and two more at an angle crossing these. Undoubtedly they had been applied last to ensure maximum pain, thrashing thrashed flesh! And laid vertically across the raised welts on the left cheek was the obscene whiteness of a used condom, carefully displayed like a campaign medal-ribbon. He had been thrashed and then he had been fucked by a man who was sexually aroused by the use of the cane. Ian's hand stroked the length of his exposed cock. He leaned back in his chair - and yelped with shock. For there in the doorway of his office stood Will, leaning against the jamb, arms folded across his chest and with an insolent, sardonic smile on his face. It was evident from his relaxed stance that he had been there some while. Ian was transfixed with horrified embarrassment, his heart banging against his ribs. "Oh God" he thought, "what now?"

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Date: Sat, 21 Dec 2002 20:50:19 -0800 (PST) From: B B Subject: Saving Sebastian, parts 7 and 8 The following story is a work of complete fiction, dreamed up in my own twisted little mind. I invented Lance and Sebastian, and any resemblance they might have to real people is purely coincidental. If you're uncomfortable with themes of consensual, loving bondage, domination/submission, or humiliation and training between two young men, please stop reading here. Everyone else, enjoy! Thanks to TL for encouragement and to istari for inspiration. Comments are welcomed, adored, and lovingly spanked and petted at bondedboy13@yahoo.com Part Seven: Disrespect It's funny how quickly people fall into routines and accept changes in their lives. When I nudged Sebastian awake the next morning, he didn't bitch or moan as usual, just lay there curled in his bed, yawning and blinking, all tucked up in his blanket and looking completely adorable. Before I could say a word he was slowly stretching and hauling himself out, and without being asked, he crawled to my side and up into my lap, presenting his ass for discipline. I unlocked his strap and spread my palm over one full globe, making him hum. For all his leanness, Seb has a pert, round, high little bottom, perfect spheres separated by a slim crack that's somehow pretty. I knew he'd be glad he had the padding there before too long, but for my part, I just thought it was cute. And so sexy. Right then it was still red, the darkness of bruises showing through in a couple of spots, but it looked much better than it had the night before; oh, the benefits of a youthful recovery time! Still, I resolved that besides his spanking, I wouldn't whip him there today, unless he truly pushed me. I'd read some things about cock torture that interested me, and we'd be trying that out soon. "Morning, Sebastian," I said, interrupting another huge yawn. "Morning, sir," he said sleepily, wrapping fingers around one of my ankles. "Did you sleep well?" I stroked the elegant groove of his spine with my fingertips, and he arched and purred. "Yeah. Yes sir." "Good. Let's get the day started, okay? Count please." My morning wood was pressing into his abdomen just above the metal of his plate, and he wiggled on it teasingly. Ten hard smacks with my hand and he was *definitely* awake, and I saw another benefit of our morning spankings. Usually it takes him hours to wake up completely, and he grumps sleepily around the house until he's had breakfast and coffee and showered. Sebastian is *not* a morning person. With the fresh red imprint of my palm on his behind, he was rigid and thrumming and alert, though he'd managed not to scream this time, the count coming out in little bursts of pained breath. I lifted him off my lap immediately afterwards and pressed him to his knees, ignoring his panting and fisting my hands in his hair, dragging him forward until he swallowed my cock. Is there any better view than the red wet mouth of your slave wrapped around your meat, nostrils flaring as he struggles to breathe past the hard flesh working its way down his throat? Any better feeling than the panicked tattoo of his tongue fluttering against your cock, working frantically to get you off? His mouth was wet and warm and as he settled into a rhythm, I gentled my hands in his hair, letting my hips start to thrust. "That's a good baby," I crooned, "oh, what a sweet little cocksucker you are, Sebastian. Now get me off, make me come." He responded by swallowing and sucking hard, and I came like a rocket, pumping myself down that sweet tight throat with vicious thrusts. He whimpered and swallowed and swallowed some more, throat clamping around my swollen head, and with my last few pulses I pulled back, shooting into his mouth. I touched his face. "Don't swallow. I want you to hold it in your mouth." I slipped my softening cock out of his mouth, leaving a smear of wetness on his lips, and he just stared at me, confusion clear on his face. But I could tell he was obediently holding some jism in his mouth, and I grinned at him approvingly. "No talking for a little bit. That load in your mouth will be a reminder." His eyes widened in shock, and he made an urgent noise in his throat. "I mean it, Seb. I'll be checking." I thumbed his chin, forcing his mouth open, and there was thick white goo pooled behind his teeth, over his tongue. I closed it again, and stroked his bottom lip with my thumb. "Good boy. Don't lose any. Now, on your feet please." He stood reluctantly, anger starting to show in his face and eyes. "Mind your manners, Seb," I reminded him gently, and he dropped his head. "Do you have to use the toilet?" He nodded sulkily. "Okay, let's go." He peed in grim silence, my hand on his shoulder and his face bright red, and I showered while he stood at attention, holding a towel ready for me. I felt good, relaxed and ready to face the day, having had a good orgasm and with my slave just wallowing in shame a few feet away. He showered as I dressed, and stood passively as I checked his armpits and the crack of his ass for any lingering funk. When I locked the strap back onto his belt, he sent me a pleading look, and I shook my head. "Not till later, we'll scrub you out after lunch. I think you have some chores to do, right? If you need me, I'll be in the practice room." I slapped his ass and sent him on his way, offended dignity just radiating from him. I sighed, after he'd left. It's a good thing I love that boy so much it's ridiculous, because honestly this was turning out to be a lot of hard work. My own self control had been tested more than once. I had to be constantly alert to him, his personality and his moods and his body language, and constantly vigilant, evaluating his behavior. I had to be careful that he was never in real trouble, and mindful of the fact that there was a deep resistance in him to control that might flare up at any moment. He was fighting me every step of the way, if sometimes very subtly, and I recognized that somehow I was going to have to eliminate that defiance. Trouble was, with no real experience, I didn't know how. I resolved to ask Ben about it at the earliest opportunity, and headed to the music room. The practice room is my favorite room in the house, after the 'dungeon', of course. It's got all my guitars, a bunch of Fender electrics and the four acoustics I've collected, and my recording equipment, microphones and amps. It's even got its own thermostat and humidifier, since it's bad for guitars to get too dry. I sat down to practice, running scales and then swinging into the songs we'd played on last tour. The self-discipline required to get really good, as a player, was standing me in good stead with Sebastian, but I actually almost forgot about him as I got lost in the amazing feeling of making music. Seb must have flown through his chores, because in about an hour he was knocking lightly at the door. I called for him to come in, and he did so slowly, looking chastened and uncomfortable, his mouth pinched shut. I was pleased to see he was moving more easily in the belt and plug, though; it calmed the niggling worry I'd had that I'd started him out with something too large in that tight little behind. His gay experiences before me had been limited to blowjobs and fingering, as far as I knew; I'd never had any interest in women and had been topping for years, but Seb's ass was almost virgin when I got him. He stood before me, still a little sulky but much more humble, and I opened his mouth, peering inside. It was just a mess, collected saliva mixing with my sperm, and his tongue was drawn way back away from the taste and sensation. I grinned at him. "Okay, honey. Swallow now." He did, almost gagging, and sighed in relief. "Not too nice, huh?" He shook his head fervently, still not sure if he was allowed to speak, but looking at me with a question in his eyes. "Ask away, Seb." I set the guitar aside. "The phone rang while I was cleaning the kitchen, sir," he said eagerly. "It was Tom, he left a message on the machine, him and the guys are gonna go play hoops this afternoon at three, and want to know if I'd like to play. May I?" I thought about it for a moment. "Kneel for me, please." He did instantly, still looking at me with expectant hope. "Can you play in the belt and plug? Without anyone knowing?" He bit his lip, wiggled around a little, and shook his head slowly. "I don't think so. I'm too full and achey, and the belt would show through my shorts." "Then I think you already know the answer." I rested my hand on his head. "But...never? I can't play again ever?" He sounded shocked, and I had to laugh. My melodramatic boy. "No, no, nothing so extreme. I'm going to explain myself to you this time, because things are still new, but don't get too used to it." He nodded, eyes wide. "We're just starting out, you and me, and still getting used to things the way they are now. I think it's important that this first week, maybe longer, is very intense. The only thing that should cross your mind when you're presented with a decision to make is, 'is it what my master wishes'? And I don't think you're there yet, do you?" He shook his head slowly, biting that lip raw. "You're still defiant and disobedient, aren't you?" He nodded, even more slowly. "Until I can trust you absolutely to behave yourself the way a slave should, in all ways, you won't be leaving my control, Seb." Said gently, but with absolute firmness. He shivered. "We're going to break down all that badness inside you, beat it out of you and shame it out of you, until I'm satisfied." He was absolutely shocked at my directness, I could tell, and started to shake. "We have lives, baby. Outside the house. We have jobs, wonderful jobs, and great friends and basketball games and family and a lot of things we have to do. But right now, this time is just ours. We're really lucky that we have this break, so that I can train you properly before we go back to what we do. And you *will* be trained, Seb, whether you like it or not." I stroked his hair. "Now, on your feet and let's go get some breakfast. I'm starving." "You tell me all this heavy stuff and then you just want to go EAT? Are you nuts?" He blurted, and I stared at him evenly, taking three breaths to calm myself as he paled, then stood, pulling him to his feet by his wrist. "Okay, kiddo, upstairs we go." "What? No, Lance, I didn't mean..." he just kept compounding his mistakes, dragging his feet as I pulled him out the door. "Sir, please! I'm sorry!" "You know better than to question my orders like that, to be so disrespectful," I told him, pausing at the bottom of the stairs. "And you wanted permission to go OUT? I was hoping not to do this today, Sebastian. I'm very disappointed in you." All the blood drained out of his face, and the fight left him in an instant. "I'm sorry," he whispered again, truly contrite, and I nodded understanding. "Sorry doesn't make it better, honey." He walked up the stairs on his own, if reluctantly, and unlocked the play room, stepping inside before me. There was already a light sheen of sweat on his shoulders, and his muscles were tense and shaking. I had him stand, and unlocked the belt, stripping it from him quickly and clinically. His cock, free for the first time in almost twenty four hours, sprang free and started to fill instantly. "Spread that rubber mat on the boxspring, and then get on it. On your back, please." He did so obediently, his eyes closed tight as soon as he spread himself out, cock twitching on his belly. Quickly and efficiently, I bound him to the bed, and he moaned as he felt himself stretched out. "No matter what happens, you are NOT to come. Do you understand?" His eyes opened a slit, and he licked his lips. "Yes sir," he said quietly, resignedly. But his cheeks were flushed with arousal and fear, the muscles in his abdomen jumping in anticipation. There are so many ways to hurt a boy, and I'm just a novice. There are probably things I haven't even dreamed of. But staring at him spread for me, submissive and waiting, I almost couldn't make up my mind. Finally I decided on nipple clamps and whipping his cock and balls, hanging there so temptingly. To keep the element of surprise, I blindfolded him, making sure that he couldn't see a thing. He whimpered at me, and I smiled. The first touch of the clamp almost jolted him off the bed, and that thin pained little scream was music to my ears. He hadn't started to beg yet, but his cock was jumping and jerking around, the head glistening wetly. I wondered if soon, he wouldn't be able to come at all without pain. The thought pleased me, made me even harder. I'll never tire of hurting Sebastian, though the fact that *he* likes it so much can present me with some interesting problems when it comes to punishing him. I teased the other nipple into hardness and snapped the clamp closed on it, and left him to adjust while I made some preparations. I like being naked when I punish him. It's not always possible, but for structured discipline occasions like this one, it makes me feel more connected with him and heightens the sexiness of what I'm doing to him. He knows when he hears me stripping that things are going to get intense, and like Pavlov's dog, he almost starts drooling with anticipation and terror. It's the strangest thing to see. He hates being punished, works hard to avoid earning it, but when it's happening to him he's transported. He needs it so much, and I wondered again how I could have been so blind for so long. The little whip was almost delicate in my hand, and I stroked it fondly as I approached him. "This is going to hurt a lot. You don't have to count," I told him, reaching for his cock and stroking it lightly. He moaned and thrashed his head back and forth against the bed, wordless. Holding the very tip of his hardon between my fingertips to brace it, I flicked the whip against the tight red flesh right at the base, sinking it between his cock and the soft skin of his testicles. I'd never heard him make a sound like that before, though I've heard it many times since. Sebastian's a singer, and he's got a trained voice and strong lungs, and it was like all the air left him with the most piercing scream I've ever heard. I ignored his writhing and beat his penis methodically, working my way up and back down, never striking hard enough to mark him. I wasn't worried that he wasn't feeling it, though, because the begging had started. It's music to my ears, when he begs, especially when his words start blurring together as he loses himself in the sensation. "pleasenomygodohsirohsirNOnonoHURTSstopfuckouchmmmnnnnnooooooooog-g-g-ggod." And then he started to sob, deep wracking sounds of pain, as his erection began to wilt. I hit him a few more times, the limp little tube jiggling under the impact, and then turned my attention to his balls. They were drawn up tight against his body in a fear reaction, and I palmed them gently, tugging them away from his crotch with steady pressure. Stretching and tugging with one hand, I started to pinch and slap the velvety globes with my other, watching as his thigh muscles locked and spasmed, and his cock filled up again. I shook my head. "Whose balls are these?" I gave them a twisting pinch and he shrieked, before sobbing "yours, sir, yours." "Whose cock is this?" I slapped it hard, and he tried to turn himself inside out to get away. "YOURS, SIR!" "Whose slave are you?" I drove my fingers against the rim of the plug, forcing it deeper, and yanked on the chain between the nipple clamps at the same time, and he broke, going limp and trembling and pliant, his cock drooling again. "Yours, sir," he said in a harsh whisper. "Always yours." I released him instantly. "Don't you *ever* forget that," I said, my voice vicious and low, and straddled his chest, dragging lightly at the chain between the clamp, little short sharp tugs, as I worked my way up his torso until I was sitting directly over his face. He was whimpering hysterically, thrashing his head back and forth, and the sensation of his face brushing against my balls and thighs was delicious. Slowly, I lowered myself, until his little nose was pressed directly into my perineum, my balls soft on his forehead, and he started panting and nosing into me like a baby on a teat. God, it felt so fucking good, his moans blowing hot breath over my sensitive skin, his shivers running through him and into me. Reaching behind myself, bracing on my knees, I spread my own cheeks and just sat down. "Work your tongue, honey," I told him, and he paused for a long, telling moment before he obeyed, and I felt slick wet muscle slide against my asshole. Gradually I released my cheeks, and he was pushed further away. "Get in there, Sebastian. I want you to show some effort to get where you belong." He groaned wordlessly, and started pressing his face up harder against me, and I braced myself against the wall, grinding myself down on his tongue. "Oooooh," I was grunting and groaning and squirming around, I couldn't help it, he was driving me crazy, mumbling unintelligble things around his frantically thrusting and licking tongue. Finally he yanked his head back, his nose and mouth shiny from his saliva, and whimpered "Sir, sir, I'm going to come, please sir let me come, please..." "Absolutely not. Hold it in, Seb." He bit his lip and arched his neck, but didn't come, and gradually his shivers subsided. "Now get back in there. Your master needs to come, and it's your job to make sure it happens." I ground down on him hard, not giving a thought to his comfort, just rutting myself on his face, and like the good slave he is, he tried his hardest. Finally I could feel my balls tighten, my belly jump, and I slid back, jerking myself with hard stripping strokes until I shot all over his face, long pulses of pure pleasure that was only magnified by the way he looked with my jism coating his skin. He was almost quiet now, his face scarlet and his mouth gaping a little open, breathing raggedly. He was shocked and horrified and incredibly turned on, and that was exactly as it should be Instead of giving him the time I usually do, I unfastened his bindings briskly, taking off the blindfold and hauling him to his feet as he blinked and staggered. He didn't even have the strength left to scream when I took off the clamps, though he moaned, low and hurting, as the tortured little nubs filled with blood again. Moving efficiently, I shoved his cock back into the tube on the belt, and he squealed as I forced the reddened, half-hard flesh down. It started to deflate instantly, and I strapped and locked him in. He was dazed, weaving as he stood, still high on endorphins and agony, his sore balls smashed flat by the tube, his sore penis encased in cold metal. I turned him, making sure everything was fastened nice and tight, and then stepped back, picking up my clothes. "Thank you, sir," he got out blurrily. His eyes were bruised-looking, blinking rapidly. "You're welcome, Sebastian," I told him calmly, dressing myself. "You did very well, I'm pleased. Are you going to be a good boy for the rest of the day?" "Yes sir," he whispered, still trembling, standing spraddle-legged and weak. "Excellent. Go wash my spunk off your face, and we'll go get some breakfast." I smiled at him, and he obeyed and followed me downstairs without another word. In fact, he was quiet and subdued for the rest of the day, and I found no reason to punish him again. Sensing his mood, I fucked him more gently than usual after his enema, his prostate so swollen I could feel it every time my cock raked over it, and spanked him only lightly before putting him to bed. He was learning. Slowly, but he was learning. Part Eight: Days Go My third day in the chastity belt was actually the fourth, because I'd come twice on the day that I got it, and Lance said that didn't count. I barely caught myself before screaming at him, when he told me that in his beautiful calm voice, but he saw. He knew. He used the strap on me that time, only five strokes because I'd managed to hold it in. It was torture. My balls were so full they pressed painfully against the tube, and I was leaking precum like a faucet every time I moved, from the pressure of the plug on my overstimulated prostate. But I slowly learned to deal with it, redirecting my thoughts, ignoring the urgent sensations of arousal when Lance spanked me or beat me or fucked me, or let me suck his cock. My love for him grew every day. My body really wasn't mine any more. I almost got used to him watching me piss and giving me enemas, embracing the humiliation and shame and pain they brought, because they knocked me a little further outside myself, into the place where Lance was my everything. I ate at his feet, and submitted to his discipline, and gradually, I could feel my temper and defiance fading. What was the point, when Lance never got mad at me, just beat me raw and then forgave me? Kicking against his demands only brought punishment, and I always ended up obeying anyway. The knot of pain in my gut got smaller every day, every time I was whipped, every time he tortured my cock and didn't let me come. And we did other things, too, it wasn't all the whipping frame--yeah, that came, and it's the most beautiful terrible thing we've ever owned, even though we hadn't really used it yet--and nipple clamps. Even though Lance put me in girls' panties with a maxi pad inside, over my belt, going out to dinner was really cool. Well, it was cool after I recovered from standing naked in the corner for two hours as punishment for resisting the panties. We practiced a lot of music, him backing me up on guitar and praising me when I got it right. I wrote a song, more of a ballad really, in contrast to the harder rock we usually performed. It was about freedom and love, and there were tears in his gorgeous brown eyes when I sang it to him. He kissed and cuddled me for a long time after that, just making out with me and enjoying touching me, letting me touch him back. Even when things were at their worst for me, the music had always been there, and now it was just one more thing that we could share in our lives and love. I even started to like my dog bed. Lance had told me that it was my special place, that I could go there when things got too much for me or too overwhelming, and more than once, when I was bordering on hysterics, he sent me to my bed and gave me a few minutes to calm myself. On the morning of the fourth day, I was awake even before he was, kneeling by his bed when his alarm went off, watching him sleep. He blinked at me, then a smile tugged at his lips. "Wow, never thought I'd see the day." He reached out and ruffled my hair, and let me kiss his fingertips. "How's my sweet boy today?" "Excited!" I was almost bouncing. I'd made it to the fourth day, and today my belt came off. He grinned. "I bet. C'mon, up you get." He swung his legs over the side of the bed, and I almost leaped across his thighs. Spanking was one of my favorite parts of the day, now, just us and quiet time, him hurting me a little and making me feel good and then talking about our plans or how the day had gone. I hadn't been whipped on my bottom the day before, so he gave me twenty good hard smacks, and I was writhing and moaning by the time he was done, pressing up into his hand to get more of that incredible warm pain. I was all tingly by the time he stopped, and then got the shock of my life when I felt the strap pulling tight between my cheeks again. "But sir," I whined, twisting. "Today's the fourth day! You said!" "Today's the third full day, honey," he said calmly. "It comes off tonight. Hold on a little longer, okay?" "Yes sir," I sighed, completely aware of the futility of protest. He squeezed my bottom approvingly, and then pet me for a bit. "I was thinking we could have a field trip today, back to the shop to see Ben. I've been in touch with him over the phone, he's a great guy and he's been a lot of help. What do you think?" "Can we get some more toys?" I wasn't sure about Ben, but I did like the store. "Sure." He laughed. "We haven't even had a chance to use all the ones we've got, though!" "I know, but now we know better what we like." I clenched my stomach and levered up a little, looking at him over my shoulder. "That's very true. We need to talk about manners, though, if we're going to see someone in the scene." I got serious, fast. I had the idea that a lot of the stuff we did was pretty off-the-cuff, and had the vague impression that there were much more formal and more strict rules out there. "He's invited us to the store to meet him and his slave, and told me how you'll be expected to behave. You will not speak unless addressed directly, for one thing." "Uh-oh." That was very hard for me. "I'll bring a gag, in case you get in trouble." I frowned at the floor. I hated the gags, they made me feel like a non-person. I'm a singer: without my voice I am nothing at all. "I know you don't like it, but that's tough. It'll be like practice for the days when I'll keep you gagged all the time." I groaned, and he swatted me lightly. "More rules. You'll be belted, cuffed and leashed, and Sebastian, you'd better be on your absolute best behavior. I won't tolerate you embarrassing me in front of Ben." There was clear warning in his voice. "Yes sir. I'll do my best, sir." "You'll do better than your best. The last thing is, he's a master, and you're a slave. If he wishes to touch you or hurt you, he'll ask my permission, and I may give it. Do you understand?" "Sir!" I recoiled in horror, mind unable to accept it. "And you will not only submit gracefully, you will thank him for his attention and obey him as if he were me." His voice was implacable. "This is not up for discussion." I could feel my eyes fill with tears. I'd been so sure he loved me, and now he was going to let someone else use me and hurt me and do the special things we did together...it felt like my heart was being squeezed by a vise. "Tell me what you're thinking, Sebastian." "I'm sorry, sir," I sobbed. "I just...I thought you loved me...I thought I was special..." "Oh, baby." I was pulled off his lap and into his arms, which closed around me warm and tight as I cried into his shoulder. "I love you more than life itself. You're the most special boy in the world. Ben can see that, and will do what he does because he knows, as well as I do, that you need it and want it. But your body's mine to do with as I see fit, and if I choose to let Ben play with it, that's my decision. You are *always* a slave, not just with me. It doesn't mean I love you any less." "W-will he fuck me?" "I haven't decided yet. I think I might like to keep your little hole for my private use for the time being." I smiled at him for that, and he tweaked my nose. "Shower, shit and shave time, Seb. You're going to be clean as a whistle inside and out before we go." Good mood restored, I followed him to the bathroom. The anticipation was pure torture as he stripped me, then shaved me neck-to-toe and fucked me with the enema tube, all without my belt on, and not permitted to come. It was a REALLY close thing, a couple of times, and he had to be pretty sharp with me to bring my mind back to attention. It was easier when I was polishing the metal of my belt and cleaning my plug extra-carefully, and then he was merciful and locked me back in. I didn't know what he'd do to me for ejaculating so close to the end of my chastity, but I was damned sure I didn't want to find out. Getting dressed for this was even more exciting. Lance put me in my fancy collar and cuffs, the solid silver ones that I'd picked out for myself, lined my eyes with the black stuff we use on stage, and snapped a long chain leash to the clip of the collar. Then he stood me in front of the full-length mirror, smiling hugely. "Wow." I stared at my reflection. I was completely hairless, and my skin was utterly white, except for a few fading red streaks from where the lash had curled around my legs the last time I'd been bad. The belt was cruelly bright, silver and black, framing my chastely flat crotch with metal and neoprene and leather. My body was slim and boyish, standing tall and proud and easy. The collar and cuffs gleamed on my wists and ankles and throat, and my eyes looked huge and really blue. "I look...so pretty, like this." I'd known I was hot before, a million groupies couldn't be wrong, but this was an entirely different feeling. "Most gorgeous thing I've ever seen," Lance said softly, and my eyes followed the line of the reflected leash to where he was holding the end, looking so proud and happy. I made a little needy sound and stepped towards him, and he swept me into a huge hug, rocking me back and forth. "You are my precious boy, forever," he whispered in my ear, and I clung to him desperately, overwhelmed by love and humility and pride in my slavehood. After a while he let go and wiped my cheeks gently, and led me to the bedroom, where I knelt quietly and watched him dress. Snug black pants and a tight black tank top, leather belt and boots and a black shirt to go over it all. It suddenly struck me that he was dressed for action, and I felt the first lick of fear. My panties and pad went back on--Lance laughed and said I was a messy boy, and he didn't want me staining his upholstery if I got too excited. I got loose jeans and a white longsleeved turtleneck sweater, which hid everything nicely, and it gave me a shiver to know that I could walk down the street like this and no one would know that underneath I was bound in cold metal. He let me drive, which was really cool because I hadn't in a week, and only scolded me once for going too fast. I think I got us there in record time, and parked in the little lot behind the store. "We're going in the back, even though the place is officially closed today," he told me, and I squirmed with excitement, following him eagerly as he opened the door into a small hallway, with hooks on the wall. He locked the door behind him, and when he turned to me there was no trace of the friendly lover. This was my Master, and I went down to my knees instantly, belly quaking. "Good boy. In a moment we're going to meet another master and slave for the first time. Remember that your behavior reflects on me. Do not make me ashamed of you, Sebastian." "Yes sir," I whispered quietly. "Now stand up, and strip yourself. Hang your clothes neatly." I obeyed him instantly. There was something much more serious about him now that demanded my complete submission. I was definitely trembling, but determined to stay strong. After all, Lance had been training me for five days, now, and he hadn't made me use my safeword. I had no idea then that he'd been bringing me along *very* slowly and lovingly, but I was about to learn. I stood bare and shivering, feet on the cold floor, and jumped a little when he snapped the leash to my collar again. "Heel," he commanded quietly, and I did. "Lance!" The door at the end of the hallway flew open, and Ben stepped out, hand extended to Lance, a big smile on his face and bulging muscles and tattoos displayed by his leather vest. They shook, and slapped each others' shoulders. "I'm so glad you could come. And how is this young man today?" He looked at me kindly, but I could see his eyes heat slowly as he took in my bondage and gear. "He's well, thanks," Lance answered, before I could make a mistake and speak. "It's a definite improvement over his last visit," Ben chuckled. "Chastity suits him. It's always nice to see our merchandise displayed on such a pretty canvas." He gestured us in, and I followed Lance meekly, blushing from the compliment. The room was brightly lit and had a stone floor, and had so much bondage gear and equipment in it that it almost looked like the room in the store. Standing nude in the center of the room, facing us, was a boy. No older than me, for sure, slender and pale and shaved bare, with close-cropped blond hair and blue eyes. His hands were cuffed behind him, but other than that he wasn't wearing anything but a cruel-looking binding on his seven inch penis. It was red and swollen, the leather straps biting into it, but he looked calm and composed. "Lance, this is Corey," Ben said, and there was unmistakeable pride in his voice. "He's been with me for almost two years now. Corey, greet Master Lance properly." Corey walked to a place in front of Lance, kneeled gracefully, and pressed his lips to the top of Lance's shoe, all without a word. Lance smiled down at him as I gaped, and stroked his head. "Hello, Corey. It's wonderful to meet you." Corey ducked his chin, backed away, and returned to his place, in complete silence. "Corey's not allowed to speak at the moment," Ben explained. "He's got a busy little mouth that needs controlling. Corey, Master Lance's slave is named Sebastian. Say hello." Corey looked right into my eyes and grinned, nodding at me. I nodded back dumbly. "I apologize for not having Sebastian greet you correctly when we arrived," Lance was saying, "but we haven't gotten that far in our training yet." "Oh, the wild and wooly early days," Ben nodded understandingly. "When it's all you can do to keep them in their belt and on their knees, much less teaching them actual manners." I bristled a little at that. I had manners! Lance yanked my leash sharply, and I settled down. "You know it. Seb is just ridiculous sometimes. I hardly know what to beat him for first." The masters exchanged commiserating grins, and then Ben gestured to a bolt in the floor. "If you'd like to tie your boy, we can go get some coffee and you can tell me all about it. Don't worry about leaving them, we'll be able to hear if they need us." He handed Lance a chain about two feet long, with a snap at either end. "Use this, it'll keep him from roaming around." Lance took it with thanks, and led me to the restraining bolt. "Sit, Seb." I couldn't believe it. He was tying me up like a dog? I opened my mouth to protest, but then got a good look at his eyes, snapped it shut instantly, and went down on my haunches, feeling the bite of the plug deep inside. I jumped a little as the chain snapped closed, and Lance patted my head. "We'll be back later. Ben, may Sebastian speak to Corey? I'm hoping he'll be a good influence." "Of course. And Corey, you may speak as well, since it's just another slave." He gave Corey's bound cock a fond little pat, and the door closed behind them. I felt abandoned and lost and scared and the minute they were gone I started fighting the chain, bracing my hands againt the floor and throwing all my weight back against it. Tug tug tug, and I was grunting with effort, needing to react somehow to everything that was going on. "That won't work, you know. I'd save my energy if I was you. My master was very excited when he heard you were coming." It was a quiet and well-modulated voice, and I looked up to see Corey watching me curiously. I sighed, and relaxed, trying to get comfortable on the stone floor. Finally I ended up in a semi-crouch, with my hands on the floor. It didn't escape me that this was a very doglike position. I squirmed at the arousal low in my gut. "That's better, isn't it?" I nodded reluctantly. "You're really pretty, you know," he went on, smiling now. "I can understand why my master likes you." "I belong to *my* master," I grumbled, shifting my weight to keep my legs from cramping. "You belong to every master, really," Corey corrected me gently. "Oh, yours first and always, and isn't it wonderful? But really, once you discover that you're a slave, all masters are your masters, if *your* master wants them to be." "Mine is pretty wonderful." I looked at him carefully for the first time. "Doesn't that hurt?" "Yes," he said simply. "My master loves me enough to allow me to please him by enduring pain." "You mean, you don't like it yourself?" I knew how horny pain made me. "Not really," he made a little face. "It hurts, it doesn't turn me on. Not much, anyway. But it's the will of my master that I be hurt and punished, so of course it's perfect." I shook my head. "Why on earth would you do that, if it's not doing anything for you?" "Oh, you ARE new," he laughed, a bright cheerful sound that seemed out of place in this room of torture and pain. "What *I* like doesn't matter. My master's pleasure and happiness is the only important thing in my life. You'll understand someday." I'd only hit the edges of this kind of, I dunno, complete passiveness and it staggered me to hear that. But inspired me, too, because he was clearly a happy guy. In fact, he almost glowed, and there was a grace and pride about him that I found myself envying a lot. Corey got true joy out of submitting himself completely, and I knew I wasn't there yet. Already Lance's pleasure was light-years more important to me than my own; it scared me to think that someday mine wouldn't matter at all. And yet, it seemed like such an amazing freedom to have. I was still sitting there contemplating when the masters came back, talking easily and laughing. I watched them carefully, and they approached me, walking around me and studying me from all angles. I cringed a little under their eyes. "I see what you mean," Ben said. "He's still got a lot of pride, doesn't he? He's not even close to true obedience yet. But don't worry, you'll get there. And he'll be a better man for it." "I know," Lance said, touching my head. "And I'm willing to take all the time he needs." "Good man." Ben leaned down and patted my rump. "Now, what do you say we play with Corey for a little while. Sebastian here can watch and learn, and then we'll give him a bit of attention too." "I'd be honored," Lance answered, and Ben walked over and put an arm around Corey. Ben's at least 6'2" and must weigh well over 250, and Corey's this pretty little thing, maybe 5'7", less than half Ben's weight. He almost disappeared against his master. But he looked up with this naked adoration in his eyes, and I couldn't look away. "I think we'll give Corey a real working over," he said with evil good cheer. "It's been a few weeks, and I find it's good for the soul. Isn't that right, slave?" Corey nodded tranquilly, though I noticed he'd gone much paler even than he'd started. It was good to see he wasn't a total iceman, and I strarted to get really curious. I'd never seen anyone else being disciplined before, and frankly, when it was my skin under the lash, my mind was occupied with more pressing matters than how I or anyone else looked. But now I could see the hot eagerness in Lance's eyes and body, the way his pants were tenting out. The little tremors of Corey's skin as Ben led him to something shaped like a big X and tied his wrists and ankles to it, then blindfolded him, utterly pliant and unresisting, though he gasped when Ben smacked his bottom. "Tell us your safeword, slave," Ben said in an iron tone, and Corey sighed. "Velvet, sirs." "I'll warm him up for you, Lance, and then you can finish him off. Please make sure your boy is attentive, I'd hate for all this suffering to go to waste." "Eyes up, Seb," Lance said, his voice thick and warm with arousal. I couldn't have looked away at gunpoint, by then. "Okay, here we go." Ben shook out a 5' whip that had been coiled on the wall. It was vicious looking, round leather tapering to a slender lash at the end. "It takes a little practice to use one of these, but there's nothing more effective for a nice long session," he told Lance conversationally, and without another word he raised his arm, and with what looked like the entire force of those massive muscles, brought the whip down across the small of Corey's back. It sounded like a gunshot. Corey was frozen for a split second, and then he screamed, his whole body arching out in a rictus of pain, and the second blow sent him slamming back into the X. I could only imagine what that was doing to his poor cock. My belly got heavy with blood trying to make its way down to my cock, I could feel the heat and tension spreading from my groin out through my legs and body, and started humping the air unconsciously. Ben beat him mercilessly, each stroke leaving a livid red mark somewhere between his shoulders and knees, falling in staggered rhythm so that he never knew when or where the next one would come. And it went on and on and on. Corey was reduced to broken moans by the time Ben stepped back, wiping sweat from his brow and coiling the whip, and I finally looked at Lance, the echoes of screams humming in my ears. He'd gotten a cat off the wall, and was swishing it idly against his leg, but even through his iron control I could see his eagerness. He kept licking his lips as he stared at Corey. "I'd like him to use his safeword, if you don't mind," Ben said, still cheerful. "Give it to him good. You told me you've been holding back with Sebastian, it'll be a treat for you to really let go." "Thank you so much for the chance," Lance said, and stepped up to that striped, shivering body. I ached for Corey, I wanted to be Corey, I wanted to be miles from here, I wanted to be hard. I was shaking. Lance administering a beating is a thing of beauty, one I don't get to see often enough. He's totally controlled and focused, laying his tool down with precision and force and cruelty. His smooth muscles flex and glow with sweat, and I started panting. Corey was almost silent now, his head hanging and fingers twitching, until Lance hauled back the whip and CRACK! Slammed a blow into his butt that sent his body leaping against the frame, and his head snapped up and he screamed "VELVETvelvetvelvetohgodvelvet..." Trailing down to a whisper as everything stopped. With amazing tenderness, Lance and Ben took him off the frame and laid him on his belly on a bench, his body convulsing, and Ben stroked his hair and whispered softly and lovingly to him for a few moments. Gradually he calmed, and Ben patted him one more time and joined Lance at my side. They were both hard, glistening with sweat, and I huddled down and pressed myself to the floor, more terrified than I'd ever been in my life. "He's not ready for that, I don't think," Lance told Ben calmly, looking down at me. Ben chuckled. "I think you'd be surprised at what he's ready for, but I'll respect your decision, of course. Since you told me he's still having trouble concentrating on you alone, why don't you take this one? I'll advise, with your permission." "I'd be grateful," Lance nodded, and unclipped my chain. I was stiff from being crouched for so long, and he let me stretch a little, my trembling muscles hindering the process. "You'll want to get that belt off him, so you have a clean slate, so to speak. You mentioned he's a masochist, is he likely to come without permission?" "Yeah." Lance frowned, looking at me. "Hurt him and he turns into a hormonal little fucktoy. To a point, of course, but I think he'd probably come before we got there." "I have just the thing." He rummaged in a drawer and came up with a small device that looked like a cage attached to a ring. "He won't even be able to get hard in this, and it's self-contained. Let's see if it fits, I've got a few in here, Corey's done some growing since I got him." I stood mute and paralyzed as they unlocked my belt, shaking with excitement. Oh, they were going to hurt me so good. They were handling my penis and balls like they were just meat. The ring went around both, TIGHT, and my cock slipped into the cage easily; I was far too scared to get hard. Suddenly, something occured to me, and I looked at Lance in urgent question. "You can ask, Sebastian." "Sir," my throat was dry, and I cleared it nervously. "Sirs, I haven't been bad today. What am I being punished for?" Ben looked at Lance in surprise. "I can take this one, if you want." Lance nodded. "Your master's only been punishing you when you misbehave, I suppose. You're very fortunate to have found someone so kind. You do not need to be bad to be punished, Sebastian; your master may discipline you whenever he likes, for any reason or no reason at all. That's his duty and priviledge, and his gift to you. Do you understand?" Suddenly lightheaded, I nodded. "Yes sir. Thank you, sir." "No problem, Sebastian." He reached out and ran a rough unfamiliar hand down my chest, tweaking my nipples hard and then stepping back with a nasty smirk when I cringed. Lance led me to the frame. I was blindfolded and locked in in a daze, not even paying attention to what was going on with me until Lance kissed the back of my neck, stroked my back, and whispered, "Be strong, sweetie." Then I shook my head and started paying attention, twisting my head against the blindness, flexing my muscles. "Why don't you tell me some of the problems you've been having with him? It'll help me advise you. Let him sit there for a little while, we're in no hurry." I could have argued with that. The anticipation was worse than the beatings, almost. "Well, you know he's a masochist, he loves pain and craves it and needs it. But he protests his punishments sometimes, he struggles and kicks and begs not to be beaten, even though he knows it won't help him, and it'll actually make things worse. I've had to drag him to his restraints more than once. And it takes him DAYS to relax into any new humiliation." I flushed with shame at the wry annoyance in Lance's voice. Ben's rich chuckle filled the room. "That's just pure boy contrariness. What you've got is a masochist who's still fighting against obedience and submission. He wants the pain but doesn't want to give up control, doesn't know he needs it as much as he needs the pain. Oh, he's submissive all right, he just hasn't accepted it yet. You've got a pushy little bottom on your hands, but that'll just make it all the sweeter when he breaks." He must have pulled Lance a little further away then, because all I could hear was the low hum of his voice, as much as I strained to hear the words. And then Lance's louder reply. "Hmmm." That thoughtful hum never meant good things for me, and my brain was already buzzing, wondering what Ben had said. "I think you're right. I'll have to think about that." "Make sure you punish defiance more harshly than anything else," Ben warned, and I shivered. "Zero tolerance is the only way to go." "We've already taken some steps in that direction," Lance answered. Some steps? I hadn't been aware there were any steps past what he was already doing to me! "Well, the great thing is, he's yours. You've got time, he's got incredible potential, you're already well on your way. He's come far just since the last time I saw you. You're doing well with him, Lance." "Thank you." There was real pleasure and pride in Lance's voice, and I resolved then and there to be a better boy for him. "Seb, tell us your safeword, please." "Songbird," I muttered, and Ben laughed. "How appropriate. Whenever you're ready, Master Lance." You think you're ready, you think you know what's coming, but every time it's new and different and shocking. If there's one thing I've learned from slavery, it's that. The first time that lash slammed into my skin, I knew I was in for it; I'd never been hit so hard, and it actually took a moment for the pain to reach my brain. My cock tried to fill, only to be cruelly pinched by the little cage, my head tipped back, and I HOWLED. I still don't know how many times I was hit that day. After thirty it all just fell away, and I was drifting in a sea of black and red and endorphins, every stroke shocking me back into my agonized body for an instant, hearing Ben's low voice, Lance's answers, and then I'd fade again. It was the most intense, slow, steady beating of my life to that point, and I'll never forget it. I reached a point where my master, and the whip, and my body, were the only things that existed. The final stroke, the one that broke me, was in the crease between my bottom and thighs, a place that Lance had already hit many times, and "songbird." It felt like a quiet sigh leaving my lips, though Lance told me later that I'd screamed it for all the world to hear. Everything went quiet, and I was hanging alone in darkness, my body one giant screaming nerve ending, my soul at peace. Soft hands unlocked my restraints and undid my blindfold, and I was lifted down to my feet, blinking against the sudden inrush of the world. Ben was watching us, casually fucking in and out of Corey's slim small body, spread over a table, with the hugest cock I'd ever seen. It didn't even make an impression, it was like watching pictures projected on a wall. Lance held me up, or I would have crumpled to the floor. "Walk him around a little," Ben advised, never breaking rhythm, ignoring the little squeals of pain from his slave. I was entirely wrung out and empty, and didn't even realize I was sobbing until Lance wiped my face. He forced me to walk, a long circuit of the room, stumbling often and slowly, slowly getting my brain back together, returning to the real world. It got easier as blood started flowing to my muscles again. I was exhausted, suddenly, and felt like I could sleep for a week, but the pain spiking all over my back and bottom and thighs was more than enough to keep me awake. I felt intensely alive, and very calm. "Let's get you back in your belt, sweetie, and then we can go home and you can nap there." Lance's voice was like oil on my burning skin, soothing me down, even as he released me from the little cage and put my belt back on me. "How are you doing?" I shook my head. I couldn't remember how to talk. "Use your voice, Sebastian. Tell me." "Ouch, sir," I finally got out, hoarsely, and he laughed, kissing me lightly. "You got half as many strokes as Corey over there, and less hard. We're gonna have to work on that pain tolerance of yours." I started to shake violently, head swimming at the thought of anything more, and he instantly pulled me close. "We'll worry about that later. You did well, my slave. I'm proud of you." I sighed and let him support me, strong and solid and steady. "You can fuck him here, if you like," Ben offered. Corey was whining now, a constant high thread of sound that didn't sound like it was coming from a human, as Ben pounded his insides to mush with that massive cock. I could see the slave twitching and drooling a little, his eyes half-open and his face almost blank with agony. Yet he wasn't restrained, and he wasn't fighting. I had a feeling this wasn't an unusual position for him to find himself in. Ben looked comfortable and calm, like he could keep going for hours, and my heart went out to Corey in that moment. Yet I found myself a little jealous, too. What must that have felt like? "Or maybe you'd like a turn on Corey?" "Thanks, but I think we'd better be getting back home. We'll come back for a shopping trip soon, and to visit again. This has been wonderful, Ben, I can't thank you enough." He was talking to our host like he wasn't naked and fucking an agonized boy, and I wondered again at his calm. "Lance, it's my pleasure." Ben pulled out of Corey abruptly, leaving him sprawled motionless on the table, and walked to us, his eleven inch cock bobbing stiff between massive hairy thighs, smeared with streaks of what could have been blood. Lance shook his hand, and I stepped closer to my master, needing his strength. "Sebastian, you're a lovely tender piece of meat, and I hope to see you often." There was an evil twinkle in his eyes, and I nodded, struck mute by fear. "Thank Master Ben for helping us," Lance prodded gently, and I gasped and bent my head. "Thank you, sir, for all your help." "It was my pleasure, boy. Lance, don't hesitate to call if you need anything." "I will. Thanks again." As Lance snapped my leash on and led me out the door, I turned back to see Ben stepping around behind Corey again, and I heard Corey scream shrilly just before the soundproof door swung closed. "He'll be okay, you know," Lance said gently, watching as I struggled into my clothes infinitely slowly. "Corey, I mean. Ben loves him, and would never do anything that would truly harm him." "I know, sir. But he's HUGE, and Corey's so little, and I...it's a little scary." "This is Corey's life, baby. Just like it is yours. He loves it like you do, and he wouldn't change a thing about it." He helped me into my sweater, forcing it down as I gasped and tears poured from my eyes. "I think I'd better drive home, huh?" He was smiling, and his eyes were twinkling, and even through my exhaustion and the pain wracking through my body in long hot waves, I had to smile back. [end part 8]

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Date: Tue, 25 Dec 2001 02:01:13 -0500 From: Danny _ Subject: Freshman's Slave - Part 4 Freshman's Slave - Part 4 The next morning, I picked up Master Rob as commanded. I was wearing my now typical clothes. I had on black cargo pants, a black t-shirt and a black leather belt with studs on it and finally black combat boots to finish it off. My hard cock showed very clearly in the tight pants. While Rob was in the car I didn't say anything, as he did not speak to me. He just got in and reprogrammed all my radio stations. I knew he now owned me and everything I had owned was also his, but it was still a little strange to have a freshman in my car reprogramming my radio stations while I was wearing the clothes he commanded me to and had a leather collar locked on my neck. I went through the day of school. I was getting use to the looks and the cracks, but the worst part was I could not talk back to the other students. I couldn't defend myself, or even tell them off. I could just go to class and ignore them. The humiliation only added to my hardness. At the end of the day Master Rob was waiting at my car. I walked to the drivers side and started to get in when I realized Master was standing their probably waiting on my to open the door for him. I walked around to the passenger said and opened the door. He got in and I shut it. As I walked around to my side, I heard some laughter from the some kids in the cars next to us. I would have laughed to, had I seen a senior dressed like some kind of male whore opening a door for a freshman. I got in the car and Master Rob told me to drive to Main Street in the city. "Yes Master Rob." I drove and he told me to stop in front of one of those dinky triple XXX sex shops. "Go inside and tell them you are picking up a package for your Master Rob." I got out and walked in. I walked up to the counter where a young guy was sitting there. He looked about 23; he has short blonde hair, thin and muscular. He looked like he worked out everyday. "Excuse me Sir, I am here to pick up a package for Master Rob." I felt my face get red and he looked at me for a few seconds. "I've been expecting you, your owner told me I could have you for 15 minutes as payment for his package, he told me you had to do anything I said and if you didn't to tell him." I could believe what I was hearing; my Master was selling me like an object to pay for his crap of which I didn't even know what it was. "Yes sir, I will do anything you command of me. My only job is to please my Master." He walked towards me, hooked a chain to my collar and yanked on it forcing me to walk. "Hey dogs don't walk, get on all fours you worthless ass licking bitch." I dropped to all fours and began to crawl as he pulled on the leash. He led me to a very small room, not much bigger then a broom closet, but just big enough for a cot. "Get on the bed, lay on your back and hold up your legs slut." I climbed up and held my legs up. I hadn't noticed when I crawled in, but there were leg shackles hanging from the ceiling. He locked my legs to the cold iron and then tied my arms to a shelf behind the cot. I had pretty much figured out he was going to fuck my ass. He came over and put some stuck a large dildo in my mouth with straps on it. He strapped it on around the back of my head. Here I was laying in a bed, my legs shackled, my arms tied, a dildo strapped in my mouth preventing me from yelling, a cock ring and a butt plug locked in my ass. I must have really looked like a whore. I was actually looking forward to him pulling out the butt plug and giving me some relief, even though he would replace it with his cock. He left the room for a moment and came back in. He had a black leather belt with metal studs on it. He raised his arm and I tensed up as he slammed my ass with the belt. He repeated over and over. I tried to scream, but the dildo would not allow it. He continued to do this, slamming against my tender ass and packing in my butt plug. "That's right bitch, you have been a very naughty boy, you little cunt!" I lost count, but figure he belted me about 45 times; he stopped and released my arms and legs. He then threw a large bag on me. "Get out of here you cocksucker and give that bag to your Master, you better hurry or he will be pissed." I pulled my pants over my tender ass and pretty much ran out. I got in the car only to see Master Rob with a sly smile on his face. "Did you enjoy your treat, slave?" "Yes Master Rob, thank you Master." "Take me home slut." I drove him home. When we got their I got out and opened his door. I took the bag and shit the door after he got out. I followed behind him as he went inside and up to his room. "Go hump the corner." I went over and began to fuck the wall. He sat down on the bed and I heard him going through the bag I got at the sex shop. Just what I needed, more sex toys. "Come over here and get on your knees bitch, NOW!" I stopped humping the wall like some pathetic slut and dropped to my knees in front of him. He was rummaging through the bag and pulled out a leather chest harness. He put it on me. It was a leather strap coming over both shoulders connecting to a metal ring in the center of my chest. Then two straps connecting under my crotch and coming up over my ass crack and up my back. They were leather straps with small metal spikes. "You will wear this everyday at school bitch." "Yes Master Rob." It kind of went with the whole punk thing, so it wasn't too bad. Besides, I was liking Master controlling me more and more every minute. He next pulled out two lather straps with larger spikes. He locked them around my wrist so even if I wanted to take them off I could not. "These stay on until I say otherwise, now go to the bathroom." I followed Master to the bathroom. "As long as you are dressing like that, I decided you needed a new hairstyle to go along with it." I started to get scared; I had very nice short hair. It was very conservative and I liked it like that. "Get on your knees slave." I dropped and he applied something that stunk to my hair. After about 15 minutes of me on my knees, I was told to wash my hair in the shower. As I did I saw lots of chemicals and shit going down the drain. I finished and was told to dry it. I was still on my knees and Master applied some gel and I assume was he was styling my hair whatever he had done to it. "Stand bitch and look." I stood up and looked in the mirror. I could not believe the sight. I looked like some fucking punk, the ones I hated. Not only was I dressed in black, but also my hair was now pure black and it was styled all messed up. "You like it? As if it mattered." "Yes Master, thank you Master." I hated it, but it still felt ok because it was my Master's command. "Good, that is how you are to fix it every morning." "Stay." He walked over to the toilet and sat down. He started taking a dump. I could not believe he was doing that in front of me. "Crawl over here and clan my shoes slave." I crawled over and licked his shoes for about 5 minutes. "Stop, on your knees." He stood up and flushed the toilet. "Bitch, clean my ass." He couldn't be serious, he couldn't mean with my tongue. "With my tongue Master Rob?" "Don't fucking question me, he raised is hand slapped the shit out of my face. "I am sorry Master." "Shut up bitch, clean my ass." He turned around and I could smell his dirty ass. He reached around and pushed my head into his cheeks. I began to lick his hole. The taste was pretty awful, but not nearly as bad as I thought it would be. I continued to lick until his ass was perfectly spotless. I backed my head off and awaited instructions. "Good doggie, maybe one day I will shit directly in your mouth to save time, but look you have shit all over your nose, you dirty shitty toilet, that makes me sick... wiped your face off on your shirt and go the hell home, I will see you tomorrow." I wiped the little bit of shit that was on my face on to my shirt. I crawled to my car and drove away. When I got home my parents were sitting in the living room. They saw me and my father about passed out. "What the hell are you wearing and what the hell happened to your hair, son?" "Don't over react Dad, I am tired of being like everyone else. This is just me defining who I am." "Well son, as long as your realize you look like some kind of punk freak and that's what you want... all the power to you, but if I see your grades drop or anything like that I will crack the whip." "Yes Dad, umm also I my friends Mom has to go out of the country on business for the next few months and she thought it might be nice if I hung out with Mas, I mean Rob on the weekends to keep him out of trouble. His Grandma will be there during the weeks." "You know your weekends are there, just make sure we are aware of where you are at all times, understand?" "Yes Dad, thanks... Good night." I ran upstairs and my phone was ringing, "Hello." It was Master Rob, "I forgot to tell you bitch I got you a job interview at McDonald's Friday evening at 5PM. you are to wear exactly what you had on today. Go to the counter and ask for Mike. He will take care of you... Bye bitch!" He hung up without even awaiting a response from me. I went to bed and picked Master Rob up the next morning. When I opened his car door at school he handed me his book bag, snapped his finger and beckoned me to follow. I followed him to his locker. I heard people making fun of the harness, but I could not speak. At his locker he told me to get on my knees and open the book bag and hand him each book. Here I was in the middle of school, at the feet of a freshman handing him his books. People had to notice; I don't know how they couldn't. Just then, this other guy walked up to Master Rob and told him he would see him Saturday night at 8PM. I didn't know they guy real well, just that he also was a freshman and he was hot. He was about 5'11, looked to be about 150lbs, very well defined, he was a swimmer. I just couldn't imagine what he was going to happen Saturday, since I had been commanded to be their every weekend. Well tomorrow was Friday, so I didn't have to long wait. _______________________________________________________________________ I want your idea's, this is my first story. What do you want to happen next? Tell me if it sucks. danny9206@hotmail.com

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Date: Tue, 18 Dec 2001 10:56:32 -0500 From: Danny _ Subject: Freshman's Slave - Part 3 Freshman's Slave - Part 3 I woke up with my cock extremely hard. It was hard to sleep, ever move I made I felt the pressure of the butt plug, which was held in with the leather straps connected to my cock ring. This alone made me feel like I had no control anymore. I took the tight soccer shorts off so that I could shower; when I got out I went to the closet to get dressed. I totally forgot that I had to wear the new clothes Master Rob got me. I was not looking forward to this, because everyone knew I was a conservative little preppy boy. I went through the bag and there wasn't much of a choice. I put the soccer shorts back on which belonged to a 9-year-old boy, how pathetic was that. I pulled out another skin tight black t-shirt with very short and tight sleeves, I put on another pair of black Adidas nylon break-away pants, they had a solid white stripe on either side and finally I put on a pair of black combat boots. I walked over to the mirror and looked at myself. My face turned bright red. Not only did I look like I was asking for sex, I had forgot about the dog collar locked on around my throat. My parents were already gone; I grabbed a banana and drove to school. I had to park in the student parking lot where of course all the juniors and seniors hung out till we had to go into school. I got out of my car and started walking quickly to the building. I heard some laughs and someone yelled faggot. I kept my head down and walked directly to class. The day wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I heard the occasional comment, but even I had to admit I looked sexy as hell. I did not see Master Rob at all during the school day. When school was over I ran home and ate some food, because I didn't expect to eat anything at Master Rob's. I got to Master Rob's house about 4:57. Even though it was starting to get darker earlier, it was still light enough to see out. He had a large back yard with a wooden fence, so I wasn't too concerned with anyone seeing me. I got on all fours like the letter said and waited. My cock was hard and tight in the shorts to begin with, but being on all fours made it much worst. I was so horney; I just wanted to jack off so bad. About 10 minutes later, the door opened. "Hey bitch, craw to the living room." I was sore from being on all fours and crawled slowly to the living room. "Play dead." I tuned on my back and stuck my arms and legs straight up; it was not a comfortable position. "Stay." He walked away and I waited. After about 5 minutes he returned and he was naked, he looked so good. His chest was hard and muscular, nice and smooth. He had the perfect skin, not one blemish to be seen. His cock looked to be about 6 inches soft. I was felt like shooting my load right then. I must have moaned out load, he laughed. "Stand up, strip and get on your knees slut, now!" I stripped down to nothing only leaving on my cock cock ring and butt plug. I got on my knees and he walked over to me. "Make me hard." I happily obliged. I took his soft cock head into my mouth and began to play with it with my tongue. His cock reacted instantly; it began to get very hard. As I used my hot wet tongue to massage his cock I began to fondle his balls with my hand. I was in heaven and I think he was enjoying it to, I caught a moan everyone in awhile. I continued to suck, getting every inch of his teen cock with my tongue. I felt his cock harden and suck the pre cum right out of him. He began to tremble and moan, I sucked harder and faster. His load seemed to be never-ending. I took it all, I had never tasted so much cum and I loved it. He took a minute to get him self-back together and then said, "You have 3 minutes to jack off." He handed me a glass and told me to shoot into there. I was so horned up and ready to shoot, it took me about 2 minutes. He took the glass away and came back, "This is the time to shit and or piss." I jumped up and headed for the bathroom, I had to go so bad. "Stop! Where the hell do you think your going? My dog is to piss and shit in the yard and remember dog's don't have hands." I couldn't believe he was going to make me do that, bit I guess he was showing who had the power. He didn't have to though, I was his and I was beginning to love it. I dropped to all fours and went outside. It was dark. I lifted my back leg and pissed. I could feel the warm piss on my leg. It felt so good to release it. "Permission to remove my butt plug Master Rob?" "Yes." I unstrapped the butt plug and it felt so good as it slid out. I shit right in the yard like some kind of animal. "Use the ground to wipe your ass." I squatted down and attempted to clean my ass, but I was nit very successful. "OK, time to come in, get dressed and stand in the corner staring at the wall until I am ready for you." "Master Rob, I was not able to get all the shit off." "To bad, you will just have to wear your clothes and but plug with shit on your ass, you are pathetic." "Yes Master Rob." I got dressed and stood in the corner. About 20 minutes went by and Master Rob walked in. He had his soccer bag which was full of his soccer equipment and uniform. He also had a video camera. He led me to my car where he had me lay in the back seat with my back against the drive side door. He sat his bag on my legs and all his equipment and uniforms on my stomach and chest. He handed me one of his Umbro cleats and told me to lick it while I jerked myself off. "I also want you to make moaning noises and really enjoy yourself. Don't stop until I say." I began to moan while I jacked off and licked his soccer shoe. He videotaped everything. Just picture me, I am in my car in my leather pants, jacking off while I have all his soccer stuff spread on me and I am licking his shoe and obviously enjoying it. So now he had actual video of me jacking off to his stuff that I would have had to steal to have. "Clean this up and get back to your corner bitch." I put all the stuff back in the Adidas bag and carried it in. I stood back in my corner while he sat there and watched TV. "I am tired of looking at you, go clean my room slave." "Yes Master Rob." I cleaned his room form top and bottom. I returned to the living room and stood in the corner awaiting instructions. About 10 minutes later he told me to look come and clean his shoes while he explained some thing. I got on my knees and licked his shoes. "From now on you are to pick me up in the morning and drive me home from school. The car is mine now, you will just be the one driving, understand slave?" "Yes Master Rob." I went back to licking his shoes. "Also, since it is my car I am going to hook it up big time. I am going to have it lowered, new rims, decals and a new paint job. Now obviously you are going to pay for this." "Master Rob, I would, but I don't have that kind of money." "Well I guess we will just have to get you a job. Let's see where I can put you to work at that is appropriate for you?" He sat there thinking and I was not thrilled about the idea of having to work and give him the money, but once again I was his slave and he not only had pictures, but a video now of me. "I have some ideas for you to earn lots of cash, but that will come after I feel my slave is properly trained. In the mean time you are going to get a job ay McDonald's. You don't look like you have ever worked a hard days of work." "Yes Master Rob." "Go home now, kiss my ass as thanks for being so nice." I pulled down his pants and kissed his ass... I really wanted to lick it, but I didn't want to get in trouble. All I could think of driving home is what did he mean ways for me to make more cash once I have been trained. I guess I will find out. My parents were in bed when I got home. I took a shower to get the shit off me, but I knew there was still shit there, but I could not remove the butt plug. I went to crawl into bed thinking about everything. I was loving mostly everything except for the working part and him hooking up my car. I also figured he had done everything he could do, so I didn't have any more surprises coming. Could I? ______________________________________________________________ Thanks for the comments, need ideas for where to go next! danny9206@hotmail.com

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Date: Sun, 20 Jan 2002 12:32:08 -0500 From: Danny _ Subject: Freshman's Slave - Part 5 Freshman's Slave - Part 5 I made it all day at Friday without seeing Master Rob at school. I had become use to the way I was treated at school. After all before Master Rob owned me I had been a very conservative young man, I wore khaki's and polo shirts, I dressed very will. I was very detailed in the way I styled my hair and the most ironic part was anyone who dressed differently, I totally ignored simply assuming they were pathetic losers. Now a couple of weeks later here I was... I had on black leather combat boots, very tight black leather pants, a black t-shirt that was a size to small, a leather dog collar, a leather chest harness, and leather spiked bracelets. People had laughed and ignored me, and I could not defend myself. One of Master's commands was not to speak to any students under any circumstances. I just could not believe how my life had completely changed in such a short time and more importantly that I allowed it to happen. Now that school was over, I had to go to my interview at McDonald's. I have to admit I was not looking forward to this at all. I got there about 5 minutes before I was suppose to and asked for Mike. After a few minutes, a short nerdy looking guy came out. I suppose he was cute in kind of a desperate way. He must have been about 19, 5'7, short blondish hair, blue eyes, and very skinny. He looked like he had an acne problem, because his face was oily and broke out. He walked over to me and kind of looked at me from top to bottom, never saying a word he snapped his finer and beckoned me to follow him. I walked behind and he took me into I guess what was his office. It was the size of my walk-in closet at home. Papers all over the desk and a computer squeezed in the corner. He shut the door and locked it. "So you're the slave?" "Yes, sir" was the only thing I could think to say. "So you need a job, well I may be able to help you with that. Drop your pants, get on all fours and face the wall slut, NOW!" I hesitated for a brief second and he slapped me like a little whore he owned. I pulled my pants down and got on all fours, the floor was filthy. "I felt him spreading my ass cheeks and moving it around like I was some piece of meat. He yanked out the butt plug quickly filled my hole with his cock. I was surprised at how big it felt. He began to fuck me hard without any care to my well being. "Oh yeah, bitch! Take it you cock whore." At first the pain was killing me, but suddenly I was enjoying it and moaning. "You really are a little cock whore aren't you... answer me!" "Yes sir, I am a cock whore!" After a few moments, he blew his load up my ass. He pulled it out and kicked me over so I fell. "Clean my tool." I sucked his cock clean, I was amazed, it had to be 8 inches, when I first saw him I would never have thought he could be that size. He pulled up his pants, "Get dressed slut." I pulled my pants up and buckled my leather-studded belt. The floor had been so dirty; I had dirt marks on my pants where my knees were. It was pretty obvious I had been on my knees. He opened the door and I asked, "Sir, about the job?" He looked at me for a moment, "Oh yes, sorry the position has been filled, besides I don't want some pathetic fag cocksucker working here. Get the fuck out of here you pervert." I could feel my face turn 4 shades of red from the humiliation. I knew people had to hear. I walked out with my headed down and heard people whispering and laughing. I got in my car and headed for Master Rob's place. I arrived at Master Rob's home and went in the backdoor as instructed. There was a not on the counter, it read: Cunt: Went to movies with a friend. He will be staying for the night, so you will need make sure my guest is comfortable. Take care of these chores and following these instructions when finished: -vacuum and dust all floors -do my laundry -make my bed -do my homework, it is on my desk After you complete the chores, get naked. Go to my closet in my bedroom and get my soccer bag out, take everything out of the bag and out it on. After you are dressed, go to the back yard, there is a chain in the middle of the yard, hook it to your collar and locked the pad lock. Wait until we return. Master Rob I wondered if it was the same kid at school was coming? I finished all my chores and it was about 10:30PM, I went to Master room and pulled his soccer bag out of the closet. I opened it up and pulled everything out. I was a little confused by the stuff in there. I mean I was confused the point of me wearing it. I had to follow Master's command though so I started to put the stuff on. First, I pulled on some bright red lacrosse shorts that were very tight. First thing I noticed was the number on the left leg of the short, "69" very funny I thought. Next I put on lacrosse shoulder pads and put on the black see through jersey. I didn't realize until I had it on, it just covered the shoulder pads, and left my lower back and stomach area totally exposed. The jersey had 69 on the front and slave the back at the top. I put on a pair of silver Nike sneakers with no socks. I went and looked in the mirror. I looked like some guy who should be dancing on a stage at one of the gay dance clubs. I was feeling really humiliated and now I had to go outside. I walked out to the yard and found the chain in the yard was attached with a pad lock to the house and I hooked it to my collar. There was another padlock sitting next to the end of the chain, so I locked the chain to my collar. So hear I was sitting in the middle of my Master's yard chained to the house like a dog, dress like some porn shop whore. I must have been sitting there for about an hour when I heard a car. I heard two doors shut and the backyard gate opened. It was Master and the guy from School. They walked over and just watched me. The kid kind of look amazed but arrogantly amused. "Stand Up" master commanded. I stood up and he grabbed my chin with his right hand rather forcefully. "Don't you look like the perfect little slut... thank me for showing you how to dress." "Thank you Master Rob, for allowing me the honor to wear the wonderful outfit you fell fits me." "This is Jason" master said. "Hello Jason." Master took one hand and grabbed the back of my head and the other and slapped the hell out of me. "He is Master Jason, slave! Apologize." "Please forgive me Master Jason, I am worthless and stupid and do not deserve to bow to you." He just looked at me. Master Rob unlocked my chain and hooked a leash to my collar, I thought we were heading to the house, but I was wrong. He led me to the car and had me climb into the trunk of the car. I was not sure whose car it was, neither were old enough to drive. Master Rob slammed the trunk and I heard them get in and start the car. We started moving. I was not sure how long we were driving, I would guess about an hour, but it is hard to tell when you are in a very dark closed place. I heard the car door slam and waited for the trunk to open. It didn't though. I was trying to listen so I could maybe get a better idea where I was. It was silent though, no music, no city sounds, nothing. Hours went by, I'm not sure how many before I finally fell asleep, but when I woke we were moving again. I felt like I had been in there for days, but I know it had only been hours. I was hungry, I had to shit, and I was of course hard and horney. The car finally slowed down and stopped. I listened as the they walked towards the back and unlocked the trunk. When it opened the light blinded me, before I had a chance to adjust to the light, something was thrown over my head and I was blind yet again. One of my masters tugged on my leash and I was forced to climb out of the trunk and walk. After being in the same position for that long, it took a minute for me to get my balance. After a minute I was thrown to the floor and I heard Master Rob tell me to stay as the pulled the bag off my head. I was in someone's house. At that point though I didn't care where, I was just glad to be out of the trunk and see again. Master Rob and Master Jason walked upstairs, god they were hot. A little bit later they came back and were both wearing fresh clothes. Master Rob walked over, "Listen bitch, I have to go run a couple errands. It's going to be an exciting night for most of use tonight... Jason has all the authority I do, you will obey him. Do you understand slave?" "Yes Master Rob." "Good, see ya later J." Master Rob left and Master Jason walked over to me and unzipped his jeans. "Suck it bitch." I took his 7-inch semi-hard cock into my mouth and began to suck it and massage it with my tongue. He put his hand on the back of my head and fucked my face... I went as fast as I could trying to keep up and he blew his load in the back of my throat. I drank every drop. He zipped up and walked away. I don't know what it was, but something about my newest Master was very sexy. He wasn't muscular, but he was in great shape. I felt instantly attracted to him. It was very strange. He came back in and explained to me "we" were having a small party tonight and I needed to get the house looking spotless. I was also told that I would be the party slave tonight. Thinking of the uniform I had on, I guessed it was going to be a very exhausting and interesting night. We shall see. __________________________________________________________________ Author's Note: I am sorry it took so long to get this done and I am also sorry it is not very long. I promise I will get the next couple chapters out sooner and they will be much longer and detailed. There is lots to come, lots of sex, humiliation, and sexy boys. E-mail me danny9206@hotmail.com

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Date: Sun, 10 Jun 2001 05:38:34 -0700 (PDT) From: Webster Dazell Subject: Gay/Domination/I Sucked The Sheriff I SUCKED THE SHERIFF (BUT I ALSO SUCKED THE DEPUTY) A "Law Enforcement Adventure" by Web Dazell BUT FIRST A WORD FROM THE AUTHOR... "ADVENTURE (noun): an unusual and exciting, often hazardous, experience or activity." The New Oxford Dictionary of English Welcome to my new "Adventure" series. My two previous stories "The Arrangement" and "Breaking The Arrangement" (which will continue) were autobiographical. Everything in them is based on what actually happened to me as I was growing up. While reliving these experiences was enjoyable (although not as enjoyable as the real thing), as a writer it was also frustrating because of the need to be faithful to what really happened and not embellish events. The Adventure series has no such restrictions. While some of the stories may have a kernel of truth at their heart, for the most part they are pure fiction, a chance to stretch my wings as an author and go where my lust and imagination takes me. There will be "Rough Trade Adventures," "Glory Hole Adventures," "Transgendered Adventures, etc.; In short adventures galore. However, there is a catch. As found as I am of sucking dick, I'm an even bigger slut for feedback on these stories. How many adventures are posted on the web and how often they are posted will be in direct relation to the number of emails I get at webdazell@yahoo.com. The more (and more detailed) emails I get the more stories will appear. So, now that we've all got that straight, sit back and let the adventure begin. I SUCKED THE SHERIFF (BUT I ALSO SUCKED THE DEPUTY) A "Law Enforcement Adventure" by Web Dazell It was a good day for hunting. The early fall had brought a refreshing crispness to the weather and turned the canopies of the trees into a harlequin's umbrella of chartreuse, ocher, butterscotch and copper. The rainstorm from a couple of days before had left the earth comfortably soft but not overly wet, perfect for hunkering down once the prey was ensnared. Best of all, the quarry was plentiful. As I walked up the trail I could see my potential targets scattered along its borders, their uncertain eyes tracking me as I moved toward them, trying to determine my purpose. Some, the shyer ones, moved deeper into the trees while others less wary than their counterparts stood their ground, one or two even moving toward the path I was walking. After several minutes of surveillance I spotted my prey resting against the trunk of a small oak tree. Young but clearly mature. A little smaller than average build with a delicate body and longish limbs, the legs firm and muscular. As I drew slowly closer I could see a pair of grey eyes stealthily peeking out from under half lowered eyelids. The eyes were rather near together above an irregularly shaped nose which emphasized the leanness of the face. A fringe of tousled flaxen hair fell over the tips of the ears. A good selection, I thought to myself, not a trophy specimen but still very nice. The trick now would be to finish my approach without spooking him further into the woods. When we were about two feet apart his eyes snapped open, all pretense of disinterest gone; his gaze locking with mine as each of us appraised the other. Straightening up to step away from the tree he gave a short, inquisitive tilt of his head, wordlessly asking my intentions, intentions I made clear by running the tip of my tongue across my semi-parted lips. With a crooked smile and a short nod of his head he accepted my offer. I had snagged my prey. Still not speaking we walked deeper into the woods, the back of my hand occasionally brushing against his denim covered crotch. Our destination was one of the "Cocksuckers' Coves," a series of a dozen or so secluded grottos which dotted the most remote corner of this county park. Accessed by the means of twisty paths which sometimes doubled back on themselves, each cove was literally carved out of the bushes and underbrush in the shape of an "L" lying on its side. You entered though a narrow passageway which mimicked the vertical line of the L and, about five feet later, made a second turn to enter the actual cove, usually a 4 x 5 foot clearing edged by brush and vines about seven feet tall. The ground in each cove was cleared of plants and covered with wood chips. Every cove contained a log lying on its side as well as a three to four foot stump setting upright. Some even had small garbage cans. The intricate and artificial nature of these coves had spawned a number of rumors about their origins, one wag insisting the "other fairies" were responsible. The most common theory was horny park employees had created and maintained these little slices of heaven so they could get their balls drained on a regular basis. Although no one had ever seen a park employee in one of the coves, it was an well accepted rule that anyone wearing the brown park work uniform who entered a cove would be treated like royalty with everyone falling to their knees in homage. Regardless of who or what created these sanctuaries, for several years they had served as a well-known spots where gay men could enjoy each other without fear of harassment. My prey turned out to be as delicious as he looked. His dick was pale white, longer than average but thin nestled in a clump of golden down which also lightly covered his scrotum. His balls were equally compact, rounded like marbles instead of the usual egg shape. He had no hesitation about using me for his pleasure, demanding I lie on my back while he squatted just above me slowly lowering his sac into my gaping mouth. I treated his balls as though they were the finest chocolates, desiring the syrup they held inside. My tongue felt the weight of each one as they licked back and forth, occasionally pausing while I sucked the full scrotum as deeply inside me as I could, his precum dripping on my forehead and running into my hair. When he couldn't stand another lick, he stood up, pulling me to my knees at the same time. There was no gentleness about him as he quickly shoved his cock as far down my throat as he could, causing me to choke. Without giving me a chance to recover he began to quiver, his manjuice pouring out of him like water from a garden hose. Pulling back slightly, I reveled in its salty taste, its slimy texture. Even after his orgasm we continued our sex play. I cleaned him with my tongue and fingers paying special attention to his balls. Despite one of my better efforts he remained semi-flaccid but urged me to lie back down again to suck his nuts. Finally, after about fifteen minutes had passed, he stopped me and said he had to go, he had another appointment to keep and just couldn't be late. I was surprised by his goodbye, an open-mouthed kiss with some tongue. Most men I suck off just want to leave afterwards. Only my special lovers kiss me. I hoped I would see him again. Nowhere near reaching my tea-bagging limit for the day, I was following my conquest out of the cove to begin the search for another dick to nurse on when it happened. Just as we left the cove and turned to begin walking down the little trail toward the main path, a hand extending from the end of a light tan sleeve thumped down on my shoulder stopping me in my tracks. Any illusion I had that this was the mythical park worker vanished as I heard the words "That's far enough faggot. You're under arrest." The light brown uniform belonged to a county employee all right, it belonged to a deputy sheriff. After dismissing my companion, "You're free to go. We're only after cocksuckers like this one here. But spread the word, the fairy circles are closed," the deputy turned his attention to me. "Put your hands behind your back." I complied and felt the cold circles of metal against my wrists like sandpaper soaked in salt. The metallic click of the cuffs as they locked caused my fear to rise up as thick as any cum that had ever coated my throat. As the deputy read me my rights "You have the right to remain silent...," I began to tremble, the words of the warning adding an air of horrifying finality to what was happening. This wasn't a bad dream I would wake up from. I was being arrested. I was going to jail. I would lose my job, my apartment, be placed on the list of registered sex offenders. To this day I don't know how I managed to stay upright and not melt like a wicked witch doused with water. When he had finished Mirandizing me, the deputy again grabbed my shoulder this time turning me around to face in the opposite direction. And there stood the sheriff. He was a large, heavy man with a squared off face whose dark leathery skin looked like an old, well-polished boot. Unlike his deputy, whose mousy brown hair was worn long and combed over his scalp to conceal a bald spot, the sheriff's hair was gray and cropped close to his head in a marine-style cut. He looked me up and down like a drill instructor inspecting a new recruit, one not particularly liking what he saw. I tried for a second to return his gaze only to find my eyes dropping to the shiny silver badge pinned on his chest. Here was a man who gave off an almost palatable sense of command and virility. Orders would be followed, no excuses would be accepted, no nonsense would be tolerated. "Follow me son, we need to talk," he demanded turning to reenter the cove never looking behind to see if I was obeying. "OK son, go sit on that stump over there. I suppose you know you're in a heap of trouble here." I nodded my agreement. "Funny thing is, it isn't really your fault not that I expect you to start laughing or anything." Puzzled at his affability, I remained silent waiting for him to go on. "Blame it all on a soccer mom. Seems she's got a 13-year old son who had an overnight camp out with his best friend who lives down the street. About ten o'clock, ten-thirty the mom goes out into the backyard to make sure the kids are all right. There's a light on in the tent and she can hear something that sounds like moaning. Figures the kids are telling ghost stories and that it'd be neat to scare 'em. So she creeps over to the tent, squats down in front of the flaps and yanks 'em open. Hard to tell who was more surprised her or the kids." As he talks the sheriff moves over until he's standing in front of me about three feet away with his crotch at the level of my face. I notice just the slightest start of swelling in the area. "Both the kids are naked as jaybirds. The friend is lying on his back with his legs spread wide, his knees bent and his heels squashed against his ass. Her little angel is crouched down right between those spread legs with his friend's dick tucked right between his lips and his index finger crammed right up this friend's ass. I guess all that moaning she heard meant the kid liked getting his cock sucked, can't say I blame him." At this point in the sheriff's recitation, there's no question about his swelling. It looks like he's carrying a flashlight inside his left pant leg, not as big as a six-cell Maglite but not a penlight either. I notice the left hand he uses to reposition the dark brown material of his trousers has a small blue anchor tattooed on the back. "After that the shit hit the fan. She hauls the kids into the house, calls the other kid's dad and the interrogations begin. Pretty good interrogations too since the father of the boy getting the hummer is none other than our esteemed county prosecutor. Of course the kids are in tears, scared as hell, don't know what's going to happen and the way that asshole's carrying on isn't making things any better, muttering about sin, hell and eternal damnation between questions. Are you following all this son?" I nodded warily, still perplexed about why he's telling a guy in handcuffs all this. "Good 'cause we're getting near the payoff. Turns out the kids had been riding their bikes in the park when they noticed all the guys congregating near the main trail. Being kids they decided to play secret agent and follow them. Followed them all the way to the coves. Even managed to create their own secret path to one complete with gaps in the brush so they could spy on what was going on. "They got an real eyeful of guys getting a mouthful and I guess they thought what they saw was pretty neat because they've been taking turns sucking each other off for a month. If mom hadn't busted their little party that night her son was going pop the prosecutor's son's ass cherry; he'd been loosening him up with the finger every time he sucked him off for the past week. You don't mind if I get a little more comfortable while I tell you this do you, son?" Without waiting for my answer, the sheriff gave a downward tug on his zipper. Almost immediately his fly spread outward, allowing his underwear to bulge up through the gap like a white mushroom pushing through the dark floor of the forest. "That's better. It was getting a little tight in there." The deputy, who had been sitting on the vertical log while the sheriff conducted his soliloquy sniggered, a sound that was quickly cut off with a sharp glace from the sheriff. "Monday I get summoned to the prosecutor's office and treated to a 45 minute harangue about how the queers are ruining this community, trying to seduce children into their perverted lifestyle, sinning against God's will. Then he asks me what I'm going to do about it. "When I tell him I don't think there's much I can do about it; it's no big deal, kids like to experiment, his boy will probably grow out of it, his face got a red as a ripe apple. He didn't yell though. If anything his voice got lower, harder but lower. Never mind his son he tells me. The boy is going to a military school where he'll get the discipline and training he needs." Now the sheriff chuckled openly. "Ain't that just the place to send a young cocksucker, a boy's military school. He'll get discipline and training alright. The kid'll be the belle of the barracks by the time the first week's over. I could have told him it'd be better to send the kid to board at a whorehouse, at least then he'd have a chance to get some pussy, see if he liked that better than dick but fuck 'em, it ain't my problem." By now my fear had drained away from me like water from a leaky bucket only to be replaced by curiosity. I was still under arrest but it was clear the sheriff had something on his mind, otherwise why bother with this talk we when he could just take me in. As if he had read my thoughts the sheriff said "I know I'm rambling a bit son but stay with me. Once he got through consigning his own boy to the second circle of hell, the prosecutor gave me my marching orders. Close down the coves, arrest the all the faggots. Strike fear and terror into those deviates. Just about what you'd expect from a bible-thumping, Dr. Laura-listening pimple on the ass of humanity. Only problem is that pimple's my boss. I don't like what he's got in mind but I don't want to lose my job either. So now we come to the meat of the situation." To better illustrate his next words, the sheriff reached down and pulled his dick out into the open. I watched entranced as his tube of flesh emerged from its cottony cocoon, arching downward and followed by a set of balls that swung freely from underneath his rod. The head of his cock was like an oversized southwestern rain hat perched on a thick pole, round and tapering to a blunt end. His dusky pisshole was already leaking precum, giving the contrasting pink lips the look of having been coated with glycerin. As he continued to speak his balls bobbed up and down with each breath he took. "I like having my cock sucked. So do a lot of men. A lot of these men are married. There's a lot of men out there who love to suck cock. Again a lot of these men are married. Despite what that asshole prosecutor and the people who voted him into office believe, there's nothing immoral about that. "What men do among themselves in private is nobody's business but their own. Trouble is finding a place to do it. The motel on the edge of town rents rooms by the hour to non-married couples, provided they're a man and a woman. They sure ain't renting one to two guys. The nearest adult bookstore is 78 miles from here. Even I frown on folks using the bathrooms in the basement of the library. That's why the coves exist. "Everybody knows they weren't an accident. No sprites from some fairy tale waved a magic wand to make them. A bunch of us in higher positions here in the county used our influence to quietly make sure there was a place to go outside of the public view. No sense waving things in people's faces. What they don't see they'll tolerate. And it worked, no one's scaring any horses out here. Cocks are getting sucked, butts are getting fucked and everybody's happy. Everybody but the prosecutor who wants to fuck everything up because he's a small-minded bigot that ... ah, I don't want to rant about it anymore. Point is there are options. There's always options. Question is do we want to utilize those options? "Now we can haul you off to jail, make an example of you like the prosecutor wants. Bust everybody who comes in here over the next week. Raze the coves and plant poison oak in their place. Really do the whole 'Carthage must be destroyed' bit. Never mind that we'd be destroying the community along with it. You probably don't like that option do you?" Violently I shook my head no, my movements bringing me closer to the sheriff's al fresco offering. "Didn't think you would. So here's the other option. It's not an accident that of all the people cruising for sex here today we picked you. Do what I'm about to ask, there's no arrest, this never happened.. If you do your job quickly, we can reopen the coves yet this month." After the sheriff outlined his plan, I began to laugh. This was revenge at its Machiavellian best. "From that reaction I take it you agree," the sheriff asked? Still using my head to communicate. I nodded. "Good. Is there anything else you want before I take these cuffs off you?" For the first time during our encounter I spoke. "Please let me suck your cock." Now it was the sheriff's turn to laugh. "Damn son, I thought you were a mute or something. Sure you can suck my cock. But you have to suck Billy's too," he stated jerking his head in the direction of his deputy who was already walking toward us. "In fact, I want you to do Billy first. He's had a chance to see you in action. I haven't." In the blink of an eye Billy was standing before me. "I can already see we've got a problem here," said Billy his voice tinted with the echo of hill country. "Your hands are cuffed behind your back and my pants are still up. I guess you'll have to use your teeth to unbuckle my belt and get my pants down." Before I could respond the sheriff intervened. "For Christ's sake Billy, you've been reading too many of those letters in those HOMBREs you keep hidden in that box up in the attic. The man can't undo your pants with his teeth. Strip 'em off yourself." Actually I could have but it would have taken at least a half an hour, almost always a mood killer and besides the quicker I got done with Billy, the quicker I could do the sheriff. Still, as Billy's pants puddled around his boots, I couldn't resist giving a small demonstration of my skills by grabbing the waistband of his briefs with my teeth and pulling them down to below his knees in one continuous movement. Determined to put on a good show, I attacked his dick like a famished man at a feast. My lips took the place of my hands as I moved back and forth on Billy's rod, stopping to lick into his piss hole every time I reached the crest of his cock. As he reached down to cup my chin in his hands, I noticed a golden band on Billy's left hand. That explains why he has to hide his HOMBREs up in the attic, Billy's a married man who likes to get a little strange now and then. Billy's cock felt feverish in my mouth as it rubbed against my tongue. His hands left my chin and rested against my cheeks. Now Billy was doing the work, feeding me his dick as he pulled my head back and forth along its length. All I needed to do was keep my lips lock tight against the warmth of his flesh. His breathing beginning to match the pistoning action of his cock, Billy began to shudder. A few more strokes and it was over for him, his seed spilling across my tongue, slowly sliding down my throat to join the earlier contribution from my first conquest. Now, with the preliminary event over, I can turn my attention to the real object of my desire. Even out of his uniform, for he has stripped completely while watching me do Billy, the sheriff radiates authority, his iron will apparent in his bearing. Here is a man, a man whose maturity has come not with age but with years of experience in making others do exactly what he wants. "Son, you sure you don't want me to unlock those cuffs," he asks while he fold his clothes and carefully lays them over the log. "Maybe next time," I replied somewhat amazed at my audacity in presuming there might be a next time. I go to the sheriff as a worshiper in ancient Greece might go to his god, on my knees with reverence and a sense that I am not worthy of what I am about to receive. With Billy my tactic was one of speed, with the sheriff my strategy is one of slowness. Crouched before him the service begins as I crane my neck upwards to gather the tip of his cock in my mouth. Almost indolently I begin to climb upwards, pulling myself along by the pursuing motion of my lips. As I near the top the sheriff's hands pull me toward him, his cock brushing past my uvula and into my throat blocking my windpipe and forcing me to breathe through my nose. The sheriff doesn't cease his guidance until my lips have encircled the base of his dick, crushing against the flatness of his abdomen. I barely have enough room for air to get to my nostrils. "Swallow," the sheriff commands and I obey. "Again," he says and again I obey. Now he allows me to slide back down his staff until I reach the tip. Then the ritual repeats itself. Up to the top, swallow twice and back down. Up to the top, swallow twice and back down. Each time the trip is easier as my throat relaxes, my tongue becomes accustomed to the beating of the vein on the underside of his prick and my nose gets used to the hair that scrapes at its tip and sides. Time after time the full length of his fleshy probe snakes its way down into my gullet as my chin nests in his scrotum. I suck him eagerly, hungrily awaiting his cockjuice; an acolyte partaking in a profane communion. In mid-stroke the sheriff tenses, his shaft growing even thicker enlarging as is fills with blood and sperm. His hands push me down his cock until its tip rests on the back of my tongue. I feel his dickhead swell even larger, pulsing against the roof of my mouth as his ejaculate spurts to the back of my throat. Throughout his orgasm the sheriff has been silent, even his breathing too soft to be heard. But as he slowly removes his cock from my mouth he gives a quiet moan. Is it proof I have satisfied him or an indication I have disappointed him? That was three weeks ago. Today I am sitting in a coffee shop in the county seat reading a newspaper whose headline blares in 72-point type "COUNTY PROSECUTOR RESIGNS." The story underneath, which carries my byline (that job I was afraid of losing was as a reporter for the paper), explains how the married prosecutor had used county funds to rent an apartment for his mistress and their two-year old love child. Tracking down this story was the job the sheriff wanted me to do and I think I did it quite well, even better than I suck cock. With the prosecutor leaving office, the sheriff has told me the coves will be allowed to reopen, possibly as soon as the weekend. Best of all the new prosecutor has promised to put his predecessor on trial. Given the evidence against him a conviction is a sure thing. The man who took pleasure in persecuting "those cocksuckers" may soon find himself in a state prison where the sheriff tells me they love to make sissies out of the new fish. Even better, a friend of the sheriff's who works as a guard there will see that "the pimple" will get personal introductions to all of the right convicts to make sure he gets turned out. He's even promised the sheriff a few photos of the guy on his knees with a big black cock in his mouth. It seems there is some rough justice in this world after all.

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Date: Fri, 07 Dec 2001 13:46:53 -0500 From: Danny _ Subject: Freshman's Slave - Part 1 Hi, my name is Lance and I am going to tell you the story of how my life changed forever when I was a senior in high school. I am 21 now... I am 6'1 short brown hair with blond tips, blue eyes, and swimmers build. When I was in high school, I was not the most popular person. Mostly because I was really good with computer and I used this to my advantage to get away with anything at school. My senior year I rarely actually went to classes and the kids hated me because I got away with that. I was also really cocky and showed it. So most of my day would be spent in the business classroom working on a computer. I always enjoyed the periods where there was no class and I was able to have the room to myself. The thing you have to know about me is I have a bit of a sports fetish. Nothing turns me on more than wearing another boy's uniform and protective equipment. Now although I was well defined, I did not play sports. It would be my luck though that a freshman would store his equipment bag in the supply closet of the classroom I was always in. I remember when I first saw him bring it in. His name was Rob. He was about 5'11 thin and muscular arms, I dreamed of what his cock must look like. He looked older than a freshman. He carried his nylon black adidas bag into the closet and dropped it; he would leave it there until the end of the day for soccer practice. After about 2 weeks, I just had to sneak into the closet and take a peek. I opened it up and the first think I notice was the smell if his sweat, I had an instant hard on. The whole smell got to me, so I shut the door and stripped. I picked up his jock strap, which had a hard cup in it and stuck my nose in it. I slide it up my legs and put it on. Now since I was a little taller, it was a tight fit... all the better. I next picked up his soccer shorts, they were shiny green (the school color) the brand was xara. I put on his soccer jersey, which was white and green and had the number 10 on the back. I then put on the adidas shin guards and green soccer socks followed by adidas cleats. Here I was a senior, dressed up in a freshman's soccer uniform, jerking off my 7" cock. I was in my own world when of course Rob himself opened the door to see me standing there dressed in his clothes jerking off. I could have died right then. I could feel the heat coming from my face, I tried to think of something to say and came up with, "It's not what it looks like." As I am standing there like a moron, he lifts a camera and snaps a shot. Just my luck he had come from photography class. He said to get out of his fucking clothes, I moved faster than I ever had and got dressed we retuned to the classroom, which was empty. I apologized and begged him not to tell anyone. He then said, "don't worry, I want be telling anyone and this picture is going to be put where no one can ever find it... as long as u understand that you are now my property." I was shocked, "property, what the hell are you talking about?" "I own you bitch, you are my slave, you will do anything and everything I say... do you understand, because if you don't I can go ahead and e-mail this pic to everyone?" "Yes I understand, as long as you don't tell anyone, I will do everything you say." I felt so dirty and little. "Good, I am glad we understand each other. Now it is time for you to thank me for letting you be my property, on your knees and lick your master shoes clean." I got on my knees and licked his brand new And 1 sneakers. They were white with sky blue lines, I finished and he said "be at my house tonight at 7!" and he walked away. I figured this wouldn't be to bad, he would probably make me do some stupid stuff like clean his room, kiss his shoes and maybe if I was lucky suck his cock... only time would tell.

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Date: Mon, 24 Dec 2001 12:59:45 EST From: Percxyz@aol.com Subject: Dominated by Doug 16 Dominated by Doug Chapter 16 By Percxyz@aol.com "Clay?" Matt asked, his voice expressing his shock. "Man! Doug told me his cocksucker was a normal looking guy, but I never would have guessed that it was you." His face broke into a wide grin. "So. You been helping me with physics cause you wanted to get into my pants?" I watched as he rubbed his crotch, a bulge beginning to grow. "I wouldn't be surprised if he was," Doug said. "Ever since I taught him what his mouth and ass were for, the guy's been a total cock whore." I dropped my head, looking at the floor. I realized that what Doug and Matt were saying was at least partly true. I had started sitting near Matt after my first week or so with Doug because Matt was such a handsome guy and had a hot body. I hadn't made a conscious effort to get closer to him, but looking back I knew that deep in my mind I had wanted to get to know him in the hopes that something might one day develop. Of course, I never expected him to walk through a door in his frat house and find me naked, on my knees with a raging hardon, surrounded by a group of his frat brothers. I am sure it was equally obvious that I had already sucked off each of the guys since they were lounging around the room half dressed, looking relaxed, and my face must still have been flushed since I was sweating from the action. And of course Rod still stood next to me, his cock hanging near my face in case Matt needed any further proof. I looked back up at Matt as he spoke. "Is that true, Clay? Have you been wanting my dick all that time? Is that why you started sitting next to me all of a sudden, a month after class started?" I decided there was no reason not to be honest. "I guess so, Matt. I had seen you in class before, but after that first time with Doug, I wanted to get closer to you. I didn't really think about why I was doing it though." All of the guys laughed at that. "Well, its been almost two months now, Clay. You must be dying to get your hands on my dick. Or your mouth maybe. From the looks of that boner you're sporting, you have been loving whatever the guys have been doing with you. What's happened so far? What'd I miss?" The question was directed to me, but I hesitated. Matt and I had become friends. We had gone out drinking and hitting on chicks together plenty of times and had played one on one basketball a bunch of times. That was on top of the help I had given him in the library and in his dorm room with math and physics. Now I had to tell him what had just taken place in this room. I took a deep breath. "Doug brought me up here a while ago. He let Josh fuck my mouth." I looked at Doug and the expression on his face told me to continue. "I swallowed his load before I even knew his name." I was just telling the truth as quickly as I could but all the guys laughed again hearing that and Matt chuckled too. "Then they started calling the other guys and I sucked each of them when they got here." "So did you swallow all that cum, Clay?" Matt asked. I blushed and admitted that I had. "Did you like it? Do you like actually swallowing what comes out of another dude's balls?" I could tell that Matt was working himself up with these questions, so I gave a full answer. "Yeah, Matt, I do. Ever since Doug shot his first load in my mouth and made me swallow it, I realized that I liked drinking a guy's cum. I even got off on the taste. I liked sucking the cocks of all your frat brothers here and loved their hot sperm when it filled my mouth. What's best though is seeing how much they liked watching me drink it for them." Matt's cock was now clearly outlined in his jeans. Rod was still standing near me, his jeans open and his cock now only semi-hard. He stepped back after this exchange, obviously seeing the same lust in Matt's eyes that I could see. Matt was probably the best built guy in the room as far as musculature, and I could understand Rod wanting to be out of his way. Doug was still the handsomest and the most naturally toned and well built, at least in my eyes. But Matt had a body that had been sculpted by hours in the gym. He could have been an anatomy model for muscles or a model for any line of clothes. As he took a step closer, Doug spoke. "So, Clay, since you have known Matt for so long, and have admitted that you are hot for him, have you jerked off thinking about him?" I knew of course where this was leading, but there was no sense in denying it. "Yes, Doug. I thought about Matt a lot of times when I jerked off." "Hey, Matt, ever been the star of a fag's fantasies before?" Josh asked. Matt laughed along with the others. "Probably," Matt replied. "There are a bunch of guys in the gym who seem to spend more time staring at me than working out. I'd bet some of them are fags. They probably go home and get their jollies like Clay's been doing." "Well, then, Matt," Doug continued. "Ol' Clay here owes you." Doug looked at me. "How much do you owe him, Clay?" I glanced around and could see that the guys all looked confused, but interested. "I would say probably twenty, Sir." I saw Matt's eyebrows arch when I called Doug sir, but I was reverting automatically back to what he had taught me. "What the fuck's he talking about, Doug?" Matt asked. "Explain," Doug ordered. Blushing furiously, I began, "Matt, I...um.. I have used you." The words hung in the room in a dead silence. It was a mix of confusion, but I sensed some hostility from Matt, too. I quickly continued. "I used you to make myself cum by imagining you naked and imagining us together. Me sucking you and umm, you fucking me. I have done it and cum probably twenty times with a picture of you in my mind. Doug told me that if I use a guy to make myself cum, then I owe him and have to make him cum an equal number of times." I was looking at the floor, but raised my eyes to Matt's face. Embarrassed as hell, I said, "So I have to make you cum twenty times to make us even." All of the guys howled with laughter, Matt included, and the hostility in the room disappeared. "Twenty times!" Josh said. "Damn, Matt, you are lucky. I wished he owed me that many blow jobs. Let me tell you, he is one of the best cocksuckers, male or female, that I've ever had go down on me." I looked at Josh as he turned his face to me. "As a matter of fact, he is better at giving head than anybody I know. He took me balls deep without any trouble. If he owed me like he owes you, he wouldn't get out of this room for a week." Doug and the others chuckled and I heard a variety of comments about my cocksucking ability and what a whore I was, but my attention was back on Matt. He had stepped even closer when I had looked over at Josh. "So, Clay, you gotta make me cum twenty times before we are even. That sounds good to me. But there is no way I am gonna be able to cum twenty times tonight. Four or five maybe, if you're as good as I'm hearing. I guess you'll be paying me back for the next few weeks." He grinned again. "Why don't we start the repayment right now?" I watched as Matt grabbed the front of his t-shirt at the waist and pulled it up, hooking it over his head on the back of his neck. This gave me a clear view of his abs and chest. It looked like every muscle that could be found in a man's body had been meticulously worked until toned and hard. His torso narrowed above his hips, the tight muscles of his waist and abs standing out as he moved, flexing and tensing. Then he popped the button on his jeans and I heard the zipper slide down. None of these guys seemed to be the least bit embarrassed about getting naked in front of their frat brothers. I figured they had probably all seen each other in showers or lockers before and it wasn't a big deal, but the thought soon left my mind. Matt was wearing white boxers and as I saw them come into view, I realized that this was literally a dream come true. I had actually had dreams about Matt after watching him lift up the front of his shirt to wipe the sweat off his face during a dozen of our basketball games, each time giving me a quick view of his tight abs and chest. Matt let his jeans fall open, and I admired his slim waist as he pulled down his boxers. Matt's hair was a dark brown and his pubes were almost black. They were darker than the hairs that dusted his chest across his pecs and down a center line of his torso. The base of his cock came into view. It had been aimed down his left leg and as the boxers dropped lower, I heard myself gasp in shock. Matt's cock was huge. It probably wasn't as long as Doug's little brother's, but it was much thicker. "Beer can" went through my mind as he hauled it all out into view. Instead of being intimidated, though, I found myself leaning forward, ready to get it into my mouth. Matt laughed and grabbed a fistful of my hair, holding my head back. With his other hand, he began to beat my face with his cock. "So this is what you've been wanting, boy? Been making nice to me so that you could get my cock down your throat? Well, fags like you need to be reminded of what you are. You stay on your knees there while a real man beats your face with his dick. Go ahead and open your mouth. Yeah, now stick out your tongue. That's right. You should see yourself, Clay - on your knees, me beating your face with my big fat cock and surrounded by a bunch of my frat brothers." He rubbed his cockhead across my cheeks, leaving a smear of precum. "You know that blond haired girl in the row in front of us in class? Her name is Julie. She's a friend of my chick. She asked me if I would introduce you to her because she thought you were so good looking. I was actually gonna do it for you too. Wonder what she would think if she could see you now? Obviously we can see there is no need for you to meet her. You've got what you want right here between my legs." The smacks and slaps of his cock on my cheeks were audible and in the background I could hear Sam, Rod and the others egging him on. They liked seeing their frat brother dick slapping my face. "I bet she wouldn't think you're so good looking with my cock juice smeared all over your nose and cheeks and your tongue out trying to lap it up." I kept my mouth open, enjoying the treatment he was giving me more than I wanted to admit or show, especially in front of the other frat guys. I wanted him to beat my face with his dick. I loved the taste of his juice each time the head slid across my tongue. I especially got off on what he was saying. I knew the chick he meant. She was a hot blond haired girl, nice tits and a pretty face. Thinking of what her reaction might be to seeing me on my knees, head held in place by Matt's hand in my hair and his cock slapping me made me moan in submission and guilty pleasure. "Do it to him, Matt. I've bitch slapped him before but you are the first to do it today. The fucker is shameless. He'll let another dude beat his face with his cock and jack himself off while it happens. Drop your dick, Clay," Doug commanded. I hadn't even realized that I had begun to stroke my cock while Matt's dick slapped my cheeks and lips. I was so into what he was doing and so turned on that my hand had found its own way to my cock. I obeyed Doug's order, of course, and let my hands drop back to my sides. As I did, Matt aimed his cock between my lips and began to shove it in. I opened my mouth wider and wider, struggling to accommodate his thickness. I had thought my jaw had been aching before, but with Matt it was truly stretched and painful. But the pain was worth it to have this stud in my mouth. Matt sank his cock into me in a smooth stroke, moving his hips forward until my nose was pressed into his pubes. The thick blunt head of his cock plowed its way into my throat as Matt's hands grabbed my ears. He pulled them forward though there was nowhere else for my mouth to go. I had him in my throat, which was spasming around the head of his cock and I fought the choking urge that gripped me. I let my hands run up his legs as I heard him sigh with pleasure until they reached his ass cheeks. I could feel the muscles flex there as he hauled his cock back out of my mouth. "Ahhhh fuck yeah, Clay. Eat my meat. Goddam you're good at this." He thrust back into me. "Why the fuck weren't you going down on me every time we finished a ball game, cocksucker? You can bet that from now on you will be! You're gonna be sucking my big prick a lot! Fuckin' take it boy. Take my cock!" Matt was wasting no time in catching up with his frat brothers. His hips were ramming his cock in and out of my mouth. I had barely managed to get my teeth covered. I didn't want to scrape this stud's cock and face him if he was angry. Right now, the force of his face fucking and his grip on me felt like it was going to rip my ears off. The only consolation was that he was moving so fast that my mouth and throat were forced to expand to take him. He gave no thought to my discomfort, just blowing his load. His fraternity brothers urged him on to cumming. "That's it, buddy," Doug said. "Fuck my cocksucker's mouth." I noticed his possessive statement even through the brutal face fuck I was getting. "Yeah Matt. Make him take it all the way. You should see how he looks with his head forced back and your cock sliding into his face," Zach said. "Ram it to that cocksucker!" "Oh fuck yeah. Fuck yeah! Ahh shit, I'm almost there!" Matt was nearly yelling and I realized that music was playing in the room. Matt's hands on my ears and his and the other guys' comments had covered it. That and my attention being focused on the cock pounding into my mouth. The music was loud enough to cover the sounds of what was happening to me in this room full of frat boys. I ran my hands further up Matt's back, under his shirt and felt the muscles tense as he pulled his cock out of my mouth. With a series of moaning grunts, Matt shot his load all over my face, still holding my head tightly between his hands. The first spurt hit me across the forehead. The next two hit my nose and cheeks, then the final two shot between my wide open lips. As I felt Matt's hot cum splattering on my face, I remembered Doug marking me earlier in the same way, claiming me as his property. I wondered if he had known this would happen to me and had made sure to mark me as his first. Matt released my ears, pushing me away from him at the same time. I went backwards onto my ass, catching myself with my arms behind me. Cum dripped down my face and cheeks, running to my mouth. I licked it from my lips and heard the guys hooting with laughter as they watched me do it. Matt had shot his wad on my face and in my mouth and I was trying to lick up what hadn't gone straight into me. I quit licking and let the cum drip down onto my chin. The guys obviously found this to be hilarious. Sam got up from where he was sitting and gave Matt a high five. Matt looked down at me, my face covered with his sperm and smirked. "Should've done that to you the first time I saw you." I just looked at him. "You'd have let me do it, too, wouldn't ya? Even covered in sweat after a ball game, you'd have gone down on me, right?" I dropped my eyes from his face, giving him all the answer he needed. Suddenly I felt a hand gripping my hair and pulling me upwards. I rose with it to my feet, my own cock still rock hard. Doug was holding me by the hair and kept pulling me up until I was raised up onto my toes. "Watch this, dudes," he said. Without warning, he ran his other hand across my right collar bone, then down my chest lightly, tracing the valley between my pecs to my navel and then to the base of my cock. I couldn't help myself. Still held on my tiptoes by Doug's grip on my hair and with Doug's other hand no longer even touching me, I shot my load. My whole body twitched and jerked as my cock pulsed and shot my load three feet onto the tile floor in front of me. I moaned in pure pleasure as I came, full of cum in my belly and Matt's drying on my face. Being under the total physical control of Doug while I came made it all that much better. Soon, I was drained and Doug let me sink back down onto my feet. I probably would have collapsed back onto my knees, completely drained, but Doug didn't release my hair. He turned my head, forcing me to look at him. "Come on, Clay. Time to get you cleaned up for the next round." He turned, pulling me behind him. "Josh, give me a couple minutes to throw him in the shower. You all can figure out what order you want while he gets clean. I'll be out in a second." Doug led me into Josh's bedroom. As the president of the fraternity, his room had a private bathroom. Doug pushed me inside with orders to get in the shower and wash Matt's sperm off my face. He told me I had three minutes. I turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. When I stepped into the spray, Doug had disappeared from the bathroom. I let the warm water wash over me, feeling the soreness in my knees, neck and back from the rough treatment being eased by the warm water. I shampooed and soaped up quickly, despite my desire to just stand under the water and let it soothe my body. My cock was still hard, even after everything that had happened. I had just finished rinsing off when I heard Doug yell for me from the bedroom. Turning off the water, I grabbed a towel and dried myself. I had no clothes with me in the bath, so I wrapped the towel around my waist. My hard cock tented out the cotton, but it was better than nothing. I stepped into the bedroom and was greeted by the sight of Doug sitting on the edge of the bed. On either side of him, like matching bookends, were Sam and Rod. Sam and Rod were naked and their cocks were rock hard, jutting upwards. Doug wore boxers, but I could see he was at least half hard, too. Inwardly I wondered how I would make it through the evening, but when Doug spoke, those thoughts left my head. "Drop the towel, faggot. You're here to give us access to every part of you. You know what's coming, boy, so don't act stupid." I pulled at the towel and it slipped from around my waist. My cock sprang up, giving the guys all the evidence they needed that I was hot for them. Doug stood up and stepped to me. He grabbed my hair again, forcing my head back. I was surprised when his lips covered mine and his tongue forced its way into my mouth. He had kissed me plenty of times while fucking me, but this was a surprise. He was doing it with the twin brothers in the room. He broke the kiss but kept the grip on my hair making sure my eyes were locked on his. "You just remember who you belong to, Clay. Got that? My momma taught me to share, but you are still MY toy!" "Yes sir." Doug turned and pushed me towards the twins on the bed. "He's all yours boys." I stumbled forward and one of the twins grabbed my arm pulling me forward onto the bed face down. I heard the door shut and realized that Doug had left the room. The twins wasted no time spreading my legs apart, exposing my hole. I felt one of them climb onto my back, his hands on my shoulders, pushing me into the bed. His hairy shins forced my legs even wider, then his hands left my back. He knelt behind me and I heard him spitting. Suddenly, the head of his cock was pushing into me. I moaned and twisted, trying to accommodate him. He clamped his hands onto my shoulders, held me firmly in place and roughly shoved into me. I felt his cock punch into me and his body settle onto my back. I let out a loud moan of pain as he penetrated me. "You like this, dontcha? You like it up the ass. You're nice and tight, boy." He whispered in my ear. "I'm gonna fill you up at this end too. My bro might have been worried at first about cumming in your mouth, but now we all know that's what you want. Don't we?" He emphasized this with a thrust into me. The warmth and weight of his body on mine, the feel of his skin rubbing against mine and the heat of his breath in my ear all had me moaning in pure lust. The feeling of his cock inside me overwhelmed me and I didn't resist when his brother climbed onto the bed in front of me, raised my head, and slid his cock into my mouth. I knew now from his comments that Rod was fucking me while I sucked Sam again. "Hey bro, it's just like old times," Rod said. "Just that this time we're double teaming a dude instead of a chick." His breath was coming faster now. "Remember the first time we shared some pussy? We musta been 15. I always liked doing a chick at the same time you did, bro. Doing a guy is even better. Making this faggot suck your dick while I fuck his pussy is hot! I can't believe a guy like him would be suck a cock crazy fag. Matt tells me he's played basketball with him a bunch of times and the guy's pretty good. He said he had no idea that the slut here was after his body. Ohhh, fuck, he knows how to use his ass to milk a cock too!" "How about we switch," Sam suggested. "Sure thing, bro." The matching frat boys pulled their cocks out of me and they switched places. I took Sam's thrust into my ass, his cock lubed by my own spit as I began to suck his brother's cock clean. "What a fucking slut!" Sam said. "I can't believe a dude would let two other guys buttfuck and face fuck him at the same time. What a whore!" Sam smacked my ass. "Take it, boy. You sure as shit ain't no man, regardless of your muscles. You're just a boy. You may have a cock, but you know that it's your mouth and ass being fucked and filled by real men that gets you off!" His talking apparently was making both himself and his brother hotter because they increased the speed and force of their thrusts into me. Soon, I felt Sam stiffen on top of me and he grunted with each spurt of cum he shot deep inside me. He rolled off my back and Rod yanked his cock out of my mouth and mounted me, quickly replacing him. He shoved inside me brutally as his brother lay beside us on his back watching. Rod slammed into me, shaking the bed with all three of us on it. Rod put a hand on the back of my neck squeezing hard. I continued to stare at Sam as he watched us, enduring the pain of Rod's fucking and the pressure of his hand. Almost immediately, Rod began to shoot, adding his sperm to his brother's load inside me. I watched Sam's sweaty chest rising and falling as he caught his breath and watched his brother fill me with his cum. I glanced at his sweaty face and saw the look of superiority on his face as he watched his twin mix his sperm with his own inside me. Rod collapsed onto my back, obviously spent. He kept his cock plugged into me as he lay there and I felt him turn his face to look at his brother. ""He's got a tight hole, bro," Rod said. "We're gonna have to use it again, together, if you get my drift." A wicked grin crossed Sam's face and I knew without a doubt what they meant. They wanted to both fuck me at the same time. I was too worn out to make any protest. "We'll do it, but not right now," Sam said. "I know that at least Matt is waiting for a crack at this fag's pussy." Sam climbed off the bed and walked to the door as Rod pulled out of me. Sam opened the door a crack. "Next up!" he shouted. "Rod and I are gonna get clean." He shut the door and the twins disappeared into the bath. As the shower started, the door opened and Josh stepped in. I thought briefly of the other Josh, Lyle's roomie. But this Josh I couldn't picture with a cock in his mouth or up his ass. He was all arrogant frat boy - superior, cocky and confident. I wondered how the other Josh would do if he were in my situation. Josh was wearing his boxers and a white t-shirt. I was still laying face down on his bed, and sat up and turned, watching him approach. His cock was stiffening, making his boxers tent outward. I was pleased with his reaction. I watched admiringly as he grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it upwards and over his head. This action emphasized the muscles of his chest, abs and arms and they all flexed and bunched while his body was in motion. I felt my mouth watering. Once again I thought about the transformation that Doug had created in me and wondered if I had always been attracted to other male bodies, but just didn't realize it. Josh tossed the shirt to the floor and kept moving towards me, breaking my line of thought. As he reached the foot of the bed, he yanked down his boxers and his cock slapped against his tight abs, snapping upwards. I focused on it as he climbed onto the bed with me. Josh planted a hand on my chest between my pecs and pushed me back onto the bed, positioning himself between my legs. I made no move to stop him or protest, I was resigned to trying to satisfy these studs no matter how long it took. On my back, I looked up at him, watching him as he ran his eyes up and down my body. My cock was hard from all of the action that the twins had gotten. Seeing Josh, naked and hard, looming over top of me was an incredibly sexy sight which only made my cock even harder. I had already sucked the guy's cock and swallowed his cum, but seeing him above me like that, in a totally dominant position struck a nerve deep inside me. Josh grabbed my legs behind my knees and raised them pushing my things against my chest and bending me in half at the waist. Josh slid his hands up my calves to my ankles and gripped them tightly, spreading my legs widely as he pushed them back even further. My cock throbbed as this hot frat boy moved me into the position that was convenient for him to fuck me. He lowered himself down onto me, his face only inches from mine. Out eyes locked and the second they did, he rammed his cock into me. Even though the twins had just finished reaming me out, the force of his thrust made me gasp in pleasure and pain. I saw a grin spread across his face as he saw my grimace of pain an listened to my moan. I could tell he was enjoying his power over me. Josh sank his cock completely into me in that initial push, filling me with his thick meat. I groaned deeply in my chest and it felt like the sound came from where the head of his cock rested inside me, he was up into me so deeply. His eyes drilled into mine as his cock drilled into my body. Josh told me to grab my ankles and released them as I did. His hands moved to my chest and I shivered as I felt them run over my skin. I watched him fill his lungs with air, the shapely curves and muscles in his torso expanding as his did so, and I had a second to admire the v-shape of his chest tapering down to where our bodies were joined. Then his fingers found my nipples. He clamped down hard on them, twisting and pinching them as he began to pull his cock back out of me. He didn't stop when only the head of his dick remained inside of me, but pulled out completely and then rammed back into me, pulling on my nipples as leverage. I moaned in a mix of pain and pleasure, not sure which was eliciting more of a response in me. The way Josh was taking control of my body for his own pleasure was similar to the way Doug treated me and my cock's hardness betrayed my enjoyment of his rough treatment. Josh began to pick up speed, pulling completely out of me each time and grinning with every moan and groan he forced out of me with his fucking. It seemed that he was enjoying my discomfort as much as the sensations of pleasure coming from his cock. His hands moved from my chest to my throat and he gripped it tightly. It wasn't enough to cut off my air but our eyes met again and it was clear to us both that we knew he could do it if he wanted. He squeezed a bit harder then lowered his face closer to my own until his lips covered mine. I was surprised at this and then his tongue forced its way into my mouth, claiming it the same way his cock had claimed my ass. Filled, covered and controlled by this hot frat stud's body, my own body reacted. My cock was caught between our abs and was being rubbed against his silken skin as he brutally thrust in and out of me. The force of his fucking, the friction of his body against my cock and his tongue down my throat were enough to set me off. The tight grip on my throat only added to the eroticism. Apparently Josh realized what was happening because he suddenly pulled his tongue out of my mouth and raised his face until it was about eight inches above mine. "Do it, faggot!" he ordered. "Shoot your pussyboy wad while I ream you out like the slut that you are. You are such a whore for cock that all it takes is a hard fuck and you cum without even touching your dick. You fucking pussyboy. You worthless faggot! You cocksucking, cum swallowing slut! Shoot your wad while my dick is up inside you. I wanna feel your tight little hole milking my cock while you do it." I began to shoot uncontrollably, my whole body tensing. Josh's cock suddenly felt five times thicker as my ass clamped down onto it tightly in response to my own orgasm. I grunted out a series of moans as my cum jetted up onto my chest. Josh kept ramming in and out of me, enjoying the extra tightness around his dick. His hands left my throat and ran across my shoulders and along my arms, feeling the tight muscles, all flexing together as I came. I couldn't stop myself. "Oh, fuck. Oh god! Fuck me, Josh. Fuck me harder. I'm cumming with your big cock up inside me. Jesus it feels so good!!! You are fucking the cum right out of my balls. Oh shit it feels great! Your cock up my ass feels so fucking incredible!! Don't ever stop, sir. Please! Fuck me harder." "Way to go, bro," I heard from across the room. I glanced over and saw the door to the bathroom was open and the twins were standing there, hair still damp, wearing only their underwear and watching my reaction to their frat brother's brutal fucking. "I guess we musta warmed him up a bit for you, Josh. Rod and I are definitely gonna have to double team his ass. I wanna feel him shoot his wad with both our dicks up inside him." I don't know if Josh was listening or not, but I heard their plans. However, I couldn't respond as Josh let out a loud series of yelps as his cock expanded inside me, filling me with his hot jock cum. Sweat dripping onto me onto me, Josh held himself still, his cock buried as deeply into me as he could get it. I watched him closely, enjoying the look of pleasure on his face, even enjoying the look of masculine superiority that was evident there as well. Finally, his body relaxed and he slowly pulled his cock out of me. I released my grip on my ankles and let my legs fall onto the bed on wither side of where he knelt. I felt completely drained, having been fucked at both ends by the twins, who I noticed had disappeared out of the bedroom and now having survived Josh's twisting me into a pretzel and his athletic pounding of my boypussy. I heard laughter from the other room as Josh climbed off the bed and looked down at me with a smirk on his face. 'Well, cunt," he said with a sneer on his face, "I've never seen a dude actually cum just from getting it up the ass before, and I've fucked a few of you pussyboys in the past. Seen some of the brothers do it too and none of the fags they plugged blew their loads. You really are the lowest of the low, bitch. You get your rocks off with a hard dick up you. You are really gonna enjoy what's up next." I watched him as he walked to the door and opened it. "The slut's all yours now, bro," he said to someone in the outer room, then shut the door. He disappeared into the bath as I lay on my back on the bed, too exhausted to move. A few seconds later the door opened and Matt stepped inside. He looked at me, shaking his head. He was wearing a t-shirt and shorts, and his hard cock was obvious. "Were's Josh? In the head?" he asked. "Yes, in the shower, I guess." "Well, we're waiting until he is done. I'm not fuckng you while you are covered in cum and smelling like a fucking cum rag. When Josh gets out of the shower, you get in there and get clean, then I will treat you to the fuck you've been wanting for the last few months." He sat in a chair near the window and looked at me. I couldn't imagine what kind of sight I was. Cum drying on my chest, covered in a mix of the sweat of Rod, Sam and Josh, as well as my own and I was filled with their seed. I felt myself blushing, something I thought I was long past, but dude in the chair was someone who was a good friend of mine, with no idea of what Doug had made me into until tonight. Soon the shower stopped and a moment later, Josh stepped out into the bedroom. He had a towel wrapped around his waist and I found my eyes drawn to the muscles of his chest, arms and abs. Even though I had just cum, the sight of both him and Matt was enough to get my cock hard again. "Get in the shower, faggot," Matt ordered. Stiffly, I rose and made my way into the bathroom. I turned on the water and let the heat soothe my strained muscles and tendons again, grateful for the chance to get some relief. I would have stood under the water for an hour but after a minute or two, I heard Matt ordering me to finish up and get back out into the bedroom. I finished soaping and rinsing and shut off the water. When I got back to the bedroom, I was greeted by the sight of Matt completely naked, laying on his back on the bed. It was so close to the position I had been in just moments before that an image flashed through my mind of me mounting him. That was dispelled as soon as he spoke. "Since you've been waiting it for so long, I figure you can just climb on and work to earn my cum, boy." He gripped the base of his cock, which was lying along his abs and pointed it upwards toward the ceiling. I knew what he wanted. I was to ride his cock and milk the cum out of him. Sore, aching and exhausted, I walked to the bed and climbed on, then straddled Matt's waist. I raised up high, and felt the head of his cock rubbing against my bruised hole. It suddenly lodged there, ready for penetration and Matt's hands grabbed my waist. He pulled me down as he thrust his hips upward and I found myself impaled on his thick cock. I groaned in pain and pleasure as Matt's cock stretched me wider than any of the other guy's had done. I felt myself settling down as he lowered his hips back to the bed and I sank down along with them. My ass was being scratched by his pubes as I half sat, half squatted over him, filled with his prick. I watched as Matt raised his arms over his head, grabbing the headboard. He gave a small thrust up into me. Then he pulled his hands down and rested his head on his hands. This showed off his well developed chest even more and I began to raise up without even being told. I rose up the length of his cock, then let gravity pull me back down his shaft. My leg muscles ached as I began to move up and down his stiff spike, working it with my ass, milking it. Matt just lay there, hands behind his head, completely relaxed with a cocky grin on his face as sweat broke out all over my body from the effort of fucking myself on his cock. My whole body strained as I repeatedly rose up then impaled myself on his fat prick. Matt remained a picture of pure relaxation under me as I sweated and worked. After about four or five minutes, as the muscles in my thighs began to tremble from the effort of sluttishly fucking my ass onto his cock, I began to see signs that Matt was holding back his orgasm, making me work as long as possible. His cock was throbbing inside me and I saw his breathing start to deepen. I wanted to bring him off, make him cum inside me and clamped down hard on his dick as I rode it up and down, but suddenly Matt stopped me by grabbing my hips again and holding me fully impaled on himself. I thought he was cumming at first, but he had stopped just at the edge. He held me immobile until the urge to cum had receded, then allowed me to move again. That thirty seconds had been almost too much for me and I had to struggle to pull myself up his length again. Matt let me struggle for another moment before suddenly rolling me to the side, onto my back and viciously ramming his cock into me. It only took him another twenty or thirty seconds before he announced that he was cumming. "Take my cum, faggot. I am filling your hot little pussy with my load! Take it, slut. Take it all!" I watched his handsome face as he shot his load into me, enjoying not only his pleasure, but my ability to relax for a moment. Matt finished with me and pulled out abruptly. He had cum and had no further need for me. I lay on the bed, almost unable to move as he walked to the door, opened it and announced that he was finished.. He disappeared into the bathroom, shutting the door. I remained on the bed, wondering who else planned to fuck me. The outer door opened and I expected to see Zach, hard and ready, but it was Doug who came into the room. He looked at me appraisingly for a long moment. "I should let the whole house have a go at you, but you look like you've had enough, at least for now. When Matt gets done, take another shower, then come out to the front room." He shut the door behind him as he left. Matt was out of the shower in moments, not even looking at me as he left the bedroom. I was unsure of what I should say to him, so I said nothing. I took my third shower, getting clean quickly and turned off the water. When I stepped back into the bedroom, my clothes were on the bed in a pile. I pulled them on, my entire body stiff and sore. Dressed, I walked out of the bedroom. Josh and Doug sat in chairs, talking. They looked up at me as I entered. They were the only two in the room. Doug nodded toward a chair and I took a seat, my whole body aching as I settled into the comfortable chair. Josh and Doug just looked at me for a minute and I remained silent, unsure of what to expect next. Now that I was dressed and just the two of them remained I figured I was done servicing Doug's frat brothers for the night, but with Doug, you could never be sure. Finally, Doug opened a small refrigerator that I hadn't noticed and started pulling out beers. He handed one to Josh and tossed one to me before getting his own. We all opened them and took a drink before Doug turned to me. "You did well tonight, Clay." He rubbed his crotch, seemingly unconsciously and I remembered that he hadn't fucked me so far. "I knew you could handle the boys and whatever they wanted to do. I kinda figured that Zach would want a go at your pussy too, but he was happy just with the head. That is what this discussion is about. These guys are my brothers. You are in your own fraternity, so you know what that means. I want the best for them and you provided that tonight. Did you like tonight's ....... activities?" I wasn't sure what to say or if Doug wanted me to say something in particular. Josh was staring at me too, not with any hostility, but just seemingly curious. "Well, it was what you wanted me to do, Doug, so I enjoyed that. And the guys were pretty hot, too." I felt my cock stiffening. I would have thought I was too worn out to have any reaction, but apparently I was wrong. "I guess that I did enjoy the activities, as you put it." Josh spoke up. "You sure seemed to like taking it up the ass from me. You shot your wad while I fucked you." Doug laughed. "Yeah, Clay, you are turning into a first rate cock slut. To think you were just another one of the guys until a few months ago, until I put you on your knees that first time. I wonder what the guys in your fraternity would think of that?" That question caused me some concern. My fraternity brothers were all good friends of mine and while I had to admit that I thought some of them were pretty hot guys, I wanted to keep this from them and just be another brother. If they found out that I was now the cocksucker for the fraternity that was our main rival on campus, I didn't know what would happen. "I don't know, Doug," I finally responded. "Well we don't plan on saying anything to them," Doug said, "but Josh and I have been discussing your future here on campus. The first semester will be over in a few more weeks. We've been thinking that your services will be a big help until then and next semester too. You still owe Matt a lot, and he told me he intends to collect. What we have decided is that if any of the guys who were here tonight want to get off, you will do whatever they ask. Got it?" "Yes sir," I replied simply. I had long ago given up any resistance to Doug when it came to sexual matters. If he decided he wanted me to do more for his brothers, then I would. I had submitted too much to make a stand now and while he had made no threats, I knew that he and Johnny still had the pictures of me. "Well, Josh," Doug said. "I am taking him back to the dorm. I think he has had enough for the moment." Doug stood and I did the same. "Tell the twins to call me when they are ready. I know they want another go at him." "Later, bro," Josh said. He didn't say anything to me. I followed Doug out into the hall and then out of the house. It was dark as we walked toward the dorms. I was still sore, not just my ass, but all of the muscles in my body. Sex like that was a major workout. I was happy when we reached the dorms. I began to turn toward the entry that led to my room, but Doug told me to come with him. I followed him up the steps, my eyes taking in his lean form in the light from the street lamps. We entered his dorm room and Doug flipped his desk chair around and sat on it. Johnny walked in from the bedroom, wearing only a pair of white boxers. Against his darker skin, they seemed to shine in the lamplight. "So what have you two been doing?" Johnny asked. He settled onto his own desk chair, the muscles rippling in his chest as he stretched. He must have been sleeping when we came in. I looked to Doug to answer his question. "I was introducing Clay to some of my fraternity brothers," Doug replied, then grinned. "I think they pretty much wore him out." "Really? How many of them?" "Enough to give Clay a good workout." Johnny and Doug laughed. "Well, I was just about asleep, but I could use a quick blowjob to settle me down for the night," Johnny said. He looked over at me. "You up for that, boy? If you are too worn out we can wait until tomorrow." I probably would have tried to get out of doing it, but Johnny actually asking me if I was tired made me feel good and I wanted to make him happy. I got up, walked over to him and sank down onto my sore knees at his feet. I freed his familiar dark cock from the white cotton boxers and began to give him the best blowjob I could. I wanted to please him, but I was tired as hell and needed rest and sleep. Johnny rested one hand on my head as I sucked him. I played with his balls as I sucked since I knew that got him off more quickly and was soon rewarded with Johnny's body tensing and six large spurts of cum in my mouth. Johnny kept my mouth on his cock for another minute, then released me. I stiffly climbed to my feet and looked at Doug. I knew he had brought me in here for some of his own pleasure. He must have seen that I was hurting. "Go on Clay. Get to your room and get some sleep. I will fill you in on the details of what Josh and I are gonna expect from you in the morning." "G'night guys," I said, and went into the bathroom. Fortunately Seth had not locked the connecting door to our room. I stepped inside and collapsed onto my bed. With the taste of Johnny's cum still in my mouth, I fell asleep. *********************** Author's Note: Thanks to all of you who have written asking when the next installment of this story would be posted and making suggestions. I try to incorporate interesting suggestions while remaining true to the original story. Finally, let me know if you want the series to go further. As I have said before, if not for the emails I have received wanting more of the story, I would have ended it long ago. Please let me know if there are any parts of the story you like in particular or which you would like to read more about in the future, be it characters, scenes or whatever. One last thing - I would like to know how far these stories reach. I have gotten emails from Russia, Spain, England and Australia to name a few. If you live outside the US please just let me know which country you are in, if you are in the US let me know which state. I would appreciate it.

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Date: Sun, 7 Apr 2002 19:59:24 EDT From: Percxyz@aol.com Subject: Dominated by Doug 17 Dominated by Doug Chapter 17 By Percxyz@aol.com For the next two days after the night at Doug's fraternity house, every muscle in my body ached, not to mention other parts of me. I made it to my classes, though, and even managed to jerk off twice while reliving my time with the guys. Friday evening, the girl I had been seeing called me for a date, and since I was feeling better, I took her out to dinner and to see a movie. We sat in the back row and had our hands all over each other while the movie played. Back at her apartment we hit the sheets and while I enjoyed the time with her, I found myself comparing what I was doing with my other experiences. It was when I was thinking of Doug, his hot muscular body covered in sweat and on top of me as he fucked, that I finally came. That left me confused. I wasn't sure what I wanted or who I was sexually, it seemed. Shooting my load without Doug's or some other hot man's cock inside me seemed strange. The next morning's fuck went about the same. Enjoyable and stimulating, but my were thoughts of Doug and the other guys as I fucked the chick and I even found myself using the same type of strokes that Doug liked best when he fucked me. Later in the day, I stuffed all of my dirty laundry into a basket and headed over to the dorm's laundry room. Since it was a nice Saturday and around noon, I had the place to myself. I fed the machines quarters and tried to study while they ran. My thoughts kept going back to the sex with my girlfriend and the sex with the guys. I had to readjust my hard on several times and was glad I was alone. The sociology book couldn't compete for my attention with the activities of the last few days, so I shut it and sat back, closing my eyes. I had spent the last night with my chick and fucked her twice. Both of us had enjoyed it and I had no difficulty performing. The thoughts during sex with the guys and with Doug in particular were kind of normal, I decided, after the things that had happened to me. I wondered about putting a stop to everything I was doing with Doug and his frat brothers, not to mention Johnny, Lyle, Seth and the other guys. In the bare laundry room, the things I had been doing seemed beyond belief and unreal. As I folded my laundry, I decided that there would be no more nights at the frat house, or even with Doug. I grabbed the laundry basket and went back to my dorm room. Seth was there, getting ready to head to the gym for a pick up basketball game. I discreetly checked him out as he pulled on shorts and a tank top, and while I still found him attractive, I decided that I wasn't lusting after him and figured that was a good sign. We agreed to meet up for dinner later that evening and he left. I sat down at my desk and forced myself to work through the sociology chapters. I was finishing when there was a knock on the bathroom door. I yelled an invitation to come in and closed the book. When I turned around, Doug stood there watching me. He wore only a pair of khaki shorts, even though the weather had started to get colder. His arms were crossed over his chest and my eyes involuntarily ran down his body from his eyes, along his tapering chest and smooth skin of his slim waist where it disappeared into the khaki shorts he wore. My eyes slid along the bulge of his crotch, plainly visible even though he wasn't hard, and then down his muscular legs. The leather anklet he wore was still in place and just seeing it sent a thrill through me. I realized that my cock was getting hard from looking at Doug and I looked him in the eye again. Doug met my gaze steadily, that sexy smirk I knew so well playing around the corners of his mouth. "So, Clay, got any plans for the afternoon?" "Nope. Just finished the reading that I needed to get through for Monday, so I am in good shape," I said. "Yeah, that you are," Doug replied with a leering glance. I watched as his eyes ran up and down my body. I was pleased with his reaction and his comment about how I looked, but I took a breath and resolved to tell him that nothing more was going to happen. He started to speak before I had a chance to tell him anything. "I was gonna grab a bite down at the Penny. Just a burger or something. Thought you might be hungry. Wanna come with?" The question wasn't what I was expecting and I found myself agreeing. I was hungry and it was now afternoon, so why not? I told him that some food sounded good. "Great. I'll get dressed," he said. "Come on over to my room while I get ready or just meet me outside in two minutes." "I need to lock up, so I'll meet you out front," I replied. I was still sporting a pretty hard cock and didn't want to get up and show him that. Remembering the way Mike, Doug's little brother, had treated me when the tow of us had gone to the restaurant did nothing to help my condition, but I had eaten in there often enough since that through sheer willpower I figured I could bring my cock under control. But if I went with Doug to his room, watching him dressing would test my new resolve in a way that was more than I was ready to handle. Just seeing Doug shirtless, with his muscled chest, his bunched biceps, smooth skin and tight body had caused an involuntary reaction in me that didn't jibe with my new resolution to end things with him and the guys. Doug just said ok and disappeared. I threw on a light jacket and grabbed my keys. Locking up, I turned and walked out to the sidewalk. A minute later, Doug joined me, in jeans and a tight sweater. It seemed the sweater was a second skin, molded to the mounds of his pecs and outlining the muscle of his abs and arms. I could even see where his nipples, hard from the cold I assumed, poked at the cotton material. I suppressed any reaction and followed him down the sidewalk and across the street to the Penny, which sat on the corner. The Penny catered to the college crowd, of course, and you could get decent food at cheap prices. As Doug pushed open the door, memories of Mike and me again flashed through my mind, but I managed to push them away. We grabbed a table and sat down. I was relieved that it wasn't the same table at which Mike and I had sat. "Pitcher of beer?" Doug asked. "Yeah, sounds good." When the waitress arrived, Doug ordered the beer and told her that we still needed time to look over the menu. She left to get the beer and give us some more time. I concentrated on the menu options for a minute and made up my mind by the time she returned. Doug poured our beers and ordered a burger while I got a club sandwich. The eyes of the waitress spent a long time on Doug in his tight sweater. I had already noticed how well it showed off his body and he looked like a million bucks, but then again he always looked good. She gave him a smile then gave me one and I noticed her eyes lingering on me too. I wasn't the picture of pure masculine virility that Doug was, at least as far as I was concerned, but I could hold my own. I felt my chest swell with pride at her unspoken compliment. She announced that the food would be ready in five or ten minutes and left the table, her eyes taking in the view of Doug one more time. As she left, I realized that we were in an isolated corner of the restaurant. It wasn't very crowded to begin with and there was no one sitting within fifteen feet of us. I looked up at Doug, suddenly nervous, but he was watching the figure of the waitress as she walked away and taking a drink of beer. Finally he turned back to look at me. I picked up my beer and took a swallow, unsure of myself. I wasn't nervous, but I also wasn't sure what Doug would want to discuss. I readied myself to explain my new position on things, but he asked me about classes and the conversation drifted around school, sports, how our teams were doing and general topics. Doug had always treated me as just one of the guys when we were in public and he was doing the same today. As we paid the bill and left, he told me I should come over to his room at some point to help him. I agreed, of course. On the way back to the dorm, Doug asked me if I had any plans for later. I told him that I was going to meet Seth for dinner around 5:30 and suggested he come along with us. He readily agreed and told me to call him when we were ready. I shut the door to my dorm room and stretched out on my bed. I realized that once again Doug had controlled the situation. I was fairly certain he wasn't trying to do it on purpose. It was just Doug being Doug. He had a way about him of being a natural leader. With me it was maybe more pronounced than with other guys, but in any room, Doug was usually the one in control just by being himself. Doug expected me to follow his suggestions, obey him. There was something different between us. He just seemed to have something inside him that caused him to take charge. It had been enough for me not to bring up my decision about our relationship, a point I had wanted to establish quickly. Seth returned not too much later, waking me up from the nap I had unexpectedly taken. He was sweaty from his basketball game and his shirt and shorts clung to him. I looked away, not trusting myself. It was now already 5 pm and almost dinner time. Seth told me he was going to take a shower, then we could head over to the cafeteria. I told him Doug wanted to come along and that I would call him. Doug answered the phone on the second ring and I told him that Seth was getting cleaned up and we would be ready to go at 5:30. We agreed to meet outside the dorm cafeteria. At the appointed time, Seth and I locked up our room and Doug and Johnny met us. We went to the cafeteria and got as much food as we could since that was the only meal provided on weekends on our meal cards. We talked about sports and school again, Seth telling us about his basketball game as we ate. We took our time eating and decided to head to a bar after dinner since none of us had dates for the night. That was strange as among the four of us, normally at least Doug and Johnny, if not Seth would be set up with a girl. I usually was in that same group, until the events that had recently transpired with the guys. About 7:30 we hit the bar and pitchers started disappearing rapidly. By midnight we were plastered. Laughing and stumbling a bit, we made our way back up the street to the dorms. As we reached the entrance, I suddenly got worried that the guys might be expecting me to provide the final entertainment of the night. I was readying my speech on my new decision, but Doug and Johnny disappeared around to their dorm entrance and Seth let us into our room. The beer had done its job and I was feeling no pain. I chugged a large glass of water and was out like a light as soon as I hit the bed. The next morning I awoke to a pounding headache. The water had helped, but not enough. I made my way to the bathroom and got rid of the beer in me and filled myself with some more water. Doug appeared, looking like he was hurting too. He suggested a jog to sweat out the alcohol and I agreed. We decided to ask the other guys if they wanted to join us. Johnny agreed while Seth just sleepily threw a pillow at me and told me to get out. Four miles later I was feeling much better. We had taken a route that took us by several places to get water which helped dramatically. Seth was still asleep when I got back to the room. I tiptoed around, trying not to disturb him and got my towel and supplies. When I went into the bathroom, though, Johnny and Doug were already in the showers. I was getting ready to go back to my room when Doug unexpectedly pulled me into the shower. I managed to pull my towel from my waist and hook it on a peg before I was between the two naked studs with water pouring over me. They were both laughing as Doug grabbed me by the shoulder and turned me to face him. Instead of being pushed to my knees, something both he and Johnny had done to me in the shower before, I felt his hand on my head, rubbing in shampoo. Johnny's hands were on my back, soaping it. Before I knew it I was clean and sporting a hard cock, but Doug just stepped back a bit while Johnny pushed me under the shower head with a firm hand planted between my shoulder blades. When the soap was rinsed off of me, they shut off the water. Five minutes later, I was getting dressed in my room when the phone rang. I answered quickly, but Seth still moaned at the noise. It was Doug, telling me he was ready for me to come over and help him with the physics problems. I grabbed my books. I went through the bathroom and found the door to Johnny and Doug's room unlocked. I knocked and was pushing it open even before I heard one of them yell for me to enter. Neither of them was in the bedroom, so I walked into the main room, where the desks were. Johnny was sitting at his desk with his back to me. He had dressed only in a pair of white boxers, and his dark skin shone in contrast to the white material. I stared at his muscled back for a moment, mesmerized by the color contrast, the movement of his muscles as he leaned forward to turn a page in his book and the delineation of his shoulder blades as he stretched. His boxers had pulled down enough for me to the see the top of the crack of his ass and I forced my eyes away. Doug had turned his chair around and was leaning against the back looking over his book on the desk, also shirtless. He twisted in his chair to look at me. Seeing Doug twisted in profile erased most of the resistance and independence I had been building from my mind. His pecs stood out above the flat muscles of his abs. At this angle his waist seemed no more than a few inches around. He inhaled, filling his chest with air and the last vestiges of my resolve dissipated. He gave me his characteristic cocky smirk. My eyes shot back up from his crotch and abs to his face. "So, Clay. How you feeling? Thanks for coming over to help out with my physical problems." I wasn't sure if the slip was a joke, a Freudian slip or just a mistake until I thought I heard a slight chuckle from Johnny. I glanced at him and it looked like he was laughing, but he hid it well enough that I couldn't say for sure. I decided to try to claim the upper ground. "Yeah, physics is a bitch," I said nonchalantly. "I read over the problems you told me about though, Doug, and I have a pretty good handle on them. You ready to study a bit?" I saw Johnny swivel in his chair to look at me and was turned on by the profile of his bare chest too. His skin was darker that Doug's, but he was no less sexy and attractive. The bunched muscles in his arms and chest had me fighting my own stiffening cock, trying not to let it betray me, but the sight of these two nearly naked studs, just a few feet apart was more than I could handle. My cock grew fully hard in my shorts, a fact that was lost on neither of them. Doug picked up his chair, spun it around it was facing the desk properly, and sat back down on it again, facing me. His legs were spread to accommodate the back of the chair on which he rested his arms. I could see through the slats that he was starting to get hard. Johnny then turned his chair around and leaned back. I could see he too, was throwing wood. As much as I had determined to put an end to any further activity with these two studs, it collapsed at the sight of their smooth skin and barely clothed muscular bodies. I simply stood there, my own cock blatantly obvious, waiting to see what would happen. Doug cleared his throat and I turned my attention from the dark skinned Latino stud to the man who had taken my cherries and taught me how to suck his cock, among so many other things. The sexy grin was on his face, showing off his perfect white teeth. I watched as his eyes traveled down my body and then back up to my eyes. When our gazes locked, he spoke. "Seems to me that ol' Clay here looks a little warm, Johnny. Whaddya think?" "Definitely, Doug. He needs to strip off all those clothes and cool off a bit." I began to obey, but then stopped. I tried one last shot at independence. I looked at Doug. "Doug, listen. I just... I can't... This can't keep..." I didn't know what to say, but Doug apparently caught my meaning. "You think that you aren't gonna do just what we say anymore? More importantly, what I say? Is that it? You think you aren't gonna get on your knees and suck the cum out of my balls? Drain Johnny's? You think that you are man enough to say no to us?" Doug laughed. "Well, Clay, I wondered if there was ever gonna be even a bit of rebellion from you. I was beginning to think that you didn't have any backbone at all. It is good to see that you do. A guy built like you should have some spine, but that doesn't change the one primary fact, now does it?" he asked. I looked at him, confused by what he was saying, but not knowing how to reply. Finally, I asked, "What fact?" Doug's face broke into a broad grin. "The fact that you like sucking cocks, Clay. You love getting on your knees and opening your mouth. You get off on being fucked by a man. You especially get off on my cock and Johnny here has filled me in on some of your activities with him when I wasn't present. You get your jollies by doing whatever it takes to make men cum, but you specially love my cock. No sense trying to deny it. Johnny and I have both watched you shoot your wad too many times for that. Hell, both of us have felt the way your tight little hole clamps down hard on our cocks when you cum while getting fucked." He looked at me with a smug look of satisfaction on his face at my inability to deny what he was saying. "I know something else, too. You like being made to feel like you are forced to do all the nasty things that you do. Half of what gets you so turned on is being made to obey orders from a man like me a real man who knows what his cock is for and uses it. Someone like me who can put his cock in a pussyboy like you, fuck you into submission and make you like it. So quit trying to deny it and STRIP!" The tone of command cut through me and I pulled off my shirt, then kicked off my loafers and slid out of my jeans. Johnny stopped me while I was still wearing my boxers. "That's enough for now, boy," he said. "We don't need to see your dick. You might get off on seeing cock, among other things, but I don't." He and Doug chuckled. "Your mouth is available and that's where we plan to start. You can keep the rest covered until we decide it's time to plug your pussy." Hearing Johnny and Doug talking this way about me had two effects. First, while I had thought I was beyond embarrassment, at least in front of them, I found I was wrong. I could feel the flush in my cheeks as I blushed. Second, I found my cock as hard as it had ever been in my life and realized that I did like their dominant, even arrogant, attitudes and the way they expected my obedience. The phrase "fuck you into submission" kept bouncing around inside my head. That was exactly what Doug had originally done to me. After that first time with him, after his first fucking of my mouth and then my ass, so painful at first, I had willingly submitted to anything he desired. I realized he was right, though. I got a thrill from the way he took control of me. "Get on your knees," Johnny ordered. I dropped to my knees on the hard tile floor in the middle of the room and watched as they exchanged smug grins of superiority. "You thinking what I'm thinking?" Johnny asked Doug. "If it's what we talked about the other day, hell yes." I watched as Doug stood, involuntarily admiring the way he moved, the way the muscles tensed and relaxed in his body under his smooth tight skin. Doug walked to his closet, rummaged for a few second then turned to me with a short piece of thin leather in his hands. It looked like the lace from a boot. He moved forward until he stood in front of me, only inches away. I couldn't tear my eyes away from his crotch and his cock, now hard and clearly outlined in the material of his shorts. Then he stepped behind me. I looked over at Johnny, who had leaned back in his chair and spread his legs wide. He began to rub the sizable bulge he was now sporting through his boxers. Doug grabbed my wrists and looped the leather strap around them, tying my hands behind me. I felt a sexual thrill run through me as he tightened the knot. Doug was more right than I had realized. Just giving up complete control to him like this was almost enough to make me cum. Doug moved back in front of me and told me to open his shorts. Using my teeth, I got the button undone and then the zipper. I heard Johnny laughing at me as I worked. Finally the shorts fell to his ankles and he kicked them away. I used my teeth to grip the band of his striped boxers and pulled them down. Doug's big cock slid up the left side of my face when it popped free. I managed to pull his boxers down to his knees until they too fell to his ankles. I raised up, straightening my back, and Doug began to slap my face with his cock, at first just moving his hips to do it, then grabbing the base of his cock with his hand and slapping me with more force. He was leaking loads of precum and I felt it coating my lips, cheeks, forehead and chin as his cock beat my face. The only sound in the room was our breathing and the smacks of his cock against my face. "You ever met such a fucking slut?" Doug asked. "He just kneels there and lets another guy beat his face with his cock What a fag!" I heard the scrape of a chair move and suddenly Johnny was standing next to Doug. He dropped his own shorts and soon his cock was beating my face with Doug's. I took the abuse and watched as their cocks slapped together now and then as they did it. The sight was so sexy and the feeling of their cocks against my cheeks, I thought I would cum. I moaned as Johnny's cock ran across my lips and I licked my lips. He tasted salty and good. Doug did the same next and I tasted him again too. I realized that Doug was right. While Johnny's cock was great, it was Doug's that ruled my life. I wanted him, his cock and his cum. He had fucked me into submission, both physically and mentally, and my hard cock proved it. "Stick out your tongue," Doug ordered. I obeyed and soon could taste the precum of both studs as their cockheads slid across it. I lapped at their dicks, trying to get more of their salty juice onto my tongue. As I did it, I knew that all of my posturing, my defiance and the stand I planned to make was nothing more than a dream. It was something I had conjured in my mind. I wanted to be where I was, doing what I was doing. As much as I hated to admit it even in my mind, I liked being the cocksucker for these two men. I wanted them to use my mouth to get off. I wanted them to use my body in any way that would make them feel good, make them cum. Even though I wasn't aware of their plans at the time, I doubt I would have resisted or complained even if I had known. Doug was the first to grab my head and turn it towards him. This gave him perfect access into my mouth and throat and he immediately speared me. I felt his thick inches pumping into my gullet, stretching it, scraping along as he made himself at home inside me. Doug used his hands to tip my head back and I was able to look up his lean body and meet his eyes. The smile on his face was one I had seen many times before, a combination of lust, amusement, derision and superiority. He was using another guy's mouth, my mouth, as a place to shoot his load and the arrogance on his face just made me hornier. To my surprise, within just a minute or so, he let out a loud moan from deep in his chest and pumped his seed into my mouth. I swallowed it, not really as much because he expected me to, but because I wanted more of him inside me. After all the loads I had sucked from his balls, I knew I had swallowed billions of his sperm, but I still wanted more. I realized he was right. I loved being speared with his cock, more than any other guy's. Part of it was that he was the first, but more important was that he was Doug. Swallowing his cum made me more like him, I felt. Doug let out a long shuddering breath and pulled his hips back. His cock slid from my mouth, still mostly hard. Johnny wasted no time, turning my head towards his crotch and taking the place that Doug had just vacated. He immediately began a rough face fuck. I was choking on his cock as he drove it deep into my throat, then yanked it back out of my head. He too only lasted a minute or so before I tasted his hot, salty seed on my tongue. His body twitched and spasmed as he came and looking up at his face, I saw he had his eyes shut and a look of pure contentment on his face. I was proud to be the one who had been able to put that look there. Soon he pulled his cock free, leaving me with my mouth hanging open and gasping for breath, the taste and smell of both studs' semen filling my senses. Johnny reached out and grabbed me by the hair. He pulled up and I followed until I was on my feet. Johnny stepped around in front of me and looked me up and down. I couldn't help myself and looked over his muscular body too. He gave a snorting laugh. "Look at you, fag. You got swollen lips, cum on your chin, your hands tied behind your back and your cock is as hard as mine was just before I shot my load down your throat!" He laughed again and began to walk to the bedroom. Since he hadn't released his grip on my hair, I had no choice but to follow him. He looked over at Doug, who had also come into the bedroom. "We hadn't discussed exact arrangements. You want top or bottom?" This had me confused. Johnny be a bottom? Or Doug!? I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "I'm on top," Doug said. "That figures," I thought. Then he said something cryptic. "I wanna be the one to make this stretch too." "Fair enough. Your fag," Johnny told him. Though I knew this involved me, a picture of Doug, blond hair flashing and smooth white skin, on top of Johnny, his dark skin shining with sweat flashed in my mind. Johnny released me and I watched, almost breathless as he lay down on his bed, on his back. His cock was hard, and still wet with my spit and some of his cum. I had a brief flash of one other time he had been close to this position. He had gotten on his back for a rim job. Instead of spreading his legs though, he kept them together. I felt Doug grip my shoulder and guide me forward, onto the bed. Just that contact was electric and I awkwardly climbed onto the bed, unable to use my hands. Doug held me up, but guided me around until I found myself straddling Johnny on my knees, over his tight, trim abdomen. I watched as he slid his hand down under me and I felt the head of his cock probing against my ass. He lined himself up and announced to Doug that he was ready. Doug's hands were suddenly on my shoulders and he roughly to push me downward. Johnny's cock was still covered with my spit which helped. I felt it stretching me and then sliding inside. Doug used brute force to impale me on his roommate's cock. I watched Johnny moan in pleasure beneath me, eyes closed. For a moment no one moved, then Johnny's eyes flew open and he reached upwards. Wrapping his arms around me, he pulled me downward until our chests were pressed together. At the same time, he pushed me down his body and thrust his hips upward until his cheek was against mine and I was fully impaled on his cock. I had never been held so closely by Johnny and rubbed my cheeks against his, feeling the stubble on his chin and cheeks. His breath was hot in my ear as he held me in place. It was one of the most intimate moments I had ever had with him. I felt him lowering his hips, pulling his cock partway out of me, then further until the head barely remain inside me. Then to my surprise I felt the bed move as Doug climbed onto it behind me. He moved on top of me, climbing onto my back. I was sandwiched between these two jocks, still not understanding exactly what was happening. It felt good to have Doug's body pressed close against mine and on top of me with Johnny under but also inside me. The contact was like an electric current flowing through me. I moaned into Johnny's ear and let my tongue slide into it. I had never had a chance to do anything like this with him before. While Doug would kiss me if we were in the right position, Johnny never seemed to get involved beyond putting his cock in me. I let my tongue roam his ear and heard him moan. I started to smile in pleasure when I suddenly felt Doug move in closer. I started to panic, but Doug just grabbed my wrists, still tied behind me, and moved into place with his cock against my ass. I pulled my head upwards and looked down at Johnny. His was wearing a wicked grin, his white teeth showing in the dark skin of his handsome face. I felt Doug's cockhead lodge against my hole. "This is gonna hurt, Clay, but that's life, at least for pussyboys like you. Johnny and I are gonna love it," Doug said. "Now just try to relax and it'll go a lot more easily. You should know that much already." Doug began to push forward and I could do nothing to stop it. I was caught between them, my wrists bound behind me, and they both were going to fuck me at the same time! I twisted between them for a moment, trying to slide free as Doug pushed in deeper, but realized that not only was it useless, my movement was just helping him. I froze. "That's better, pussyboy," Doug said. "Just let me in and you'll be fine. You're gonna love this!" He sounded enthusiastic, but as he pushed forward more and more, the pain increased. While I had taken a lot of guys' cocks recently, most all of them friends of Doug's, this was more than anything I had tried to accommodate. Finally, I felt the head of Doug's cock move into me, my hole stretching more than I would have thought possible. I groaned in pain, the stretch being almost more I could take, but he was inside. Doug held still while my groaning continued. Through the tears in my eyes I could see Johnny looking past me with a big grin on his face. "Damn! That feels fucking incredible!" Johnny said. "Hell yes. How's our pussyboy doing?" Doug asked. Johnny looked at my face. "Well, he's got tears in his eyes and looks like he's hurting, but his cock is gonna poke through my abs, bro!" "I knew he would love it. What a fucking pussy! He is just a hole. You hear that Clay? You are a hole. I'm glad we found out why you were put on this earth. You were born to be a pussy for real men like me and Johnny." I could do nothing but groan again. The feeling of both of them in me was almost too much to bear. Still, they both remained unmoving and I felt myself beginning to adjust. It was just the slightest relaxation of my hole around the two men's cocks inside me, but they must have noticed some change too. With one smooth stroke, they slid the rest of their cocks forward so that they both were cock to cock inside me. My breathing was ragged as I tried to adjust to this new invasion. In all the experiences I had with other guys, nothing had prepared me for this. I was amazed that Johnny and Doug hadn't ripped me open. They gave me about another minute or so to adjust. "I'm ready to fuck this faggot, buddy," Johnny said. "How about you?" "Fuck yes! Let's do it, man! Never felt another guy's rod against mine like this." With that he pulled back slowly and then rammed into me. I groaned and underneath me Johnny moaned in ecstasy. "Hell yeah!" Johnny said. I thought they would fuck in some type of rhythm, working together, but they didn't. Doug had already established his tempo, long and fast strokes deep into me. Johnny began to fuck up into me at a completely different pace. He used short jabs, working his cock deeper and deeper into me with them, then slowly working his cock back out in another series of jabs. I felt like my inside were being ripped out and rammed in at the same time. My mind was spinning from the sensations, unable to process the information. I had never felt so used before in all my experiences with guys. Each of these men was using my hole however felt best to him, but they were both doing it to me at the same time. "Oh! Oh fucking christ! What...Oh god!" That was all I could manage and heard both of them laugh at me. They began to fuck even harder, apparently enjoying my discomfort. I couldn't even keep my body under control. Still bound at the wrists and held by Johnny against his chest, I was lost in both the pain and pleasure of having two men fucking my ass at the same time. Both guys kept fucking, their cocks working in and out of me. First Doug would be pounding hard, then suddenly it would be Johnny ramming deep and fast into me. I realized that they were now playing off each other. I was just a convenient hole that they could both use. Sweat covered my body and I realized it wasn't only mine. Doug was dripping onto me and my chest slipped and slid against Johnny's beneath me as the force of their fucking moved my body back and forth. I felt Johnny's hand grab the hair on the back of my head and pull it upwards until I was looking at him, eye to eye. Suddenly he pushed my head down, our lips meeting. Johnny's tongue slid between my lips, exploring my mouth even as his cock explored my ass with Doug's. I couldn't believe this dark, sultry stud was kissing me. I had actually dreamed about kissing this handsome jock, but never expected it to happen. That combined with the feeling of both studs fucking me was too much and I moaned as my cum spurted onto Johnny's belly between us. Johnny's tongue slid past my teeth and into my mouth. I felt the stubble on his chin and cheeks rubbing against my face again as we moved together on the bed. Doug was pounding me harder and I could feel his hot breath on my neck. I could tell he was getting close. Even Doug couldn't last long while fucking against another guy's cock, apparently. Johnny tensed underneath me and broke the kiss. Looking up at me, he grabbed me tightly and thrust upwards, impaling me on his cock. With a long moan and a series of twitches, Johnny began to cum. I watched his teeth clench as he pumped his seed into me. Suddenly Doug grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head back. He wrapped his arm around my throat and squeezed as he fucked into me. "Oh fuck, John! I can feel you shooting your load," Doug said. He drove in and out a few more times before he too began to cum. "Ahhh yeah, boy. Take my fucking cum. Take it!!" I looked again at Johnny. He was panting and moaning. Doug's arm tightened as he came and for a second my air was cut off, then he finished shooting and relaxed. I felt him collapse onto my back. Both guys were still inside me, but I could feel them beginning to soften. I could feel Doug's heart pounding in his chest on my back and we moved slightly each time Johnny took a breath. After a few seconds, Doug pulled his cock out of me. I felt him climb off the bed, then his hands at my wrists, untying them. Johnny's cock was still inside me, so when my hands were free, I pushed up from where I lay on Johnny's chest and looked down at him. Johnny gave me a grin and began to hump up into me, his cock getting harder. "I'm not finished with you yet, faggot." He sat up suddenly and then somehow rolled on forward until I was on my back with my feet in the air. I heard Doug let out a laugh as he watched the move. Johnny began a slow stroke inside me. His face was just a few inches above mine and a drop of sweat fell from his chin onto my lips. I licked it up and he grinned. He began to fuck harder. "Keep it tight, boy!" I clamped down on his cock as much as I could. His cock rammed into me easily, lubed by both his own cum and Doug's. I wrapped my legs around his back and he seemed to like that. He let his lips cover mine and once again I had his tongue in my mouth while his cock was up my ass. Johnny was a muscular, athletic guy and he set about proving it. He rammed his cock into me repeatedly. The whole bed shook with the force of his fucking. I was groaning into his mouth as he ground his hips into me, his cock stabbing in all directions inside me. He pulled his mouth off mine. "You like that, don't ya, boy?" "Oh, fuck yeah!" He grinned at me again. "You're such a pussy, Clay. Such a fucking pussy." He pulled his hips back then rammed his cock into me again. "You fucking fag! Take my dick! Oh fuck yeah! I'm fucking you faggot. Fucking take my cock! I'm gonna cum in you again, boy. Gonna fucking cum!" He pounded even harder, fucking me furiously while he came. Finally, he finished shooting and stopped moving. He was breathing hard, sweat covering his dark skin. I was worn out and sore. Johnny pulled his cock out of me and sat back against the head of the bed. He looked at me as I lowered my legs. "You shot your wad on me, Clay. Clean it off." Stiff and sore, I moved around until I was facing him. On my hands and knees between his outstretched legs I leaned forward and licked my cum, along with Johnny's sweat from his abs. He just laid there contentedly, letting me work on him for a moment, before I felt his hand on the back of my head. He pushed me down to his cock and I sucked him clean, tasting his cum and Doug's mixed together. Finally he was satisfied and pushed my head away. I leaned back and looked at him. His brown skin still shone with sweat. The black hairs that sprouted in a line down from his navel were matted down from where I had licked them clean. His chest expanded as he took a deep breath and I felt my cock stirring in response. I looked up to his face. "Listen, Clay. I know you like getting fucked. You like sucking cock too. If I mounted you again, you would just take it and let me cum in you. Doug trained you that way. Personally, I didn't believe him when he told me how he had fucked you that first time. You didn't look like a fag to me, but you proved everything he said was true. What I don't get is how you get off on it so much. You shot your wad on me while Doug and I were fucking your brains out. What kind of man does that? I guess you really are a pussyboy." He suddenly stood up. "I'm gonna take a shower too. Strip the bed and put new sheets on it. Then you can take a shower too." He gave me a look of superiority. "If you are good, maybe Doug and I will feed you some more of our juice." I watched as he grabbed a towel and disappeared into the bathroom. I heard water running and realized that Doug was already showering. I slowly pulled off the sheets and made up Johnny's bed. As I was finishing, Doug came back into the room. He was naked, with his towel draped over his shoulder. I watched him for a moment, taking in the way his body moved, his muscles flexed, then went in to the bathroom. Johnny was shampooing his hair as I turned on the shower head next to him. I stepped under the spray and enjoyed the feel of the hot water on my skin. I quickly washed my hair and cleaned up. Johnny turned off his shower and left me alone. I finished rinsing off and shut off my own shower. As I was toweling dry I heard Doug yell for me. I wrapped my towel around my waist as I went into their room. Doug was laying on his bed, still naked. He looked up at me as I walked in and grinned. "I just got off the phone, Clay. The twins want a shot at you. I told them no problem. They will be here about six this evening. Now that you've done it once, I'm sure you can do it again." His grin got wider. "You mean they want to...um..well..." I trailed off. I couldn't say it. "They wanna fuck you at the same time. Like Johnny and I just did," Doug supplied for me. Johnny walked in from the other room, wearing boxer shorts. He just stared at me. "I told them it was no problem. That you loved it. They've done chicks together, but never both done it to a guy like you at the same time. So be in here ten minutes before six. You got it?" I looked at Johnny and saw he was waiting to see what my reaction would be. I hesitated for a second. "Listen, Clay," Doug said. I looked back to him. He reached down and grabbed his cock. "You want this again, dontcha?" I just nodded my head. "Then you'll be here when I told you to be here. I plan to have it down your throat while the twins do their thing." "Yes sir," I replied. Johnny just shook his head in disgust, flashed a knowing grin at Doug and went to his desk. I went back to my room, climbed onto my bed and slowly jerked off, my thoughts flashing from Doug's body and cock, to Johnny's to memories of the twins. Regardless of my earlier resolve, I knew that I was Doug's. I would do whatever he wanted. ********************* Note: I plan to end the story here. If inspiration strikes (and I get the time), I may write up the detail of Clay taking on all three guys, but have no plans to do so at this point. Thanks for all the support from all those who have written. I still plan to add to some of my other stories (all posted on Nifty), so hopefully they will meet with your approval.

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Date: Mon, 10 Jun 2002 22:47:29 -0700 (PDT) From: Mike Subject: The Resort part 01 I went to a resort in Manzanillo, Mexico every year since I moved out on my own at twenty. It was out of the way, and about 450 miles north of Acapulco with few tourist but I always had a good time. I came from a small town outside of El Paso, Texas and it was a bit of a drive at 22 hours, but I could take two weeks off from work so had plenty of time. My father was the minister at the local church and my older brother Jake followed in his footsteps. I was expected to do the same. I knew from an early age that I wasn't the same and would not be following that route. I also knew from an early age that I was also attracted to cock more then pussy. I tried it and had many girl friends in high school. One of the best was Mary Hopkins, she loved to suck cock sixty-nine was her favorite, while I enjoyed getting sucked I really hated to eat her pussy. I put up with it just to feel my cock explode in her mouth. She really liked the taste of cum, all the boys knew about her. What I had dream of, was my greatest jerk-off fantasy was to have a cock exploding in my mouth while I was shooting into another mouth. That's changed now to I was made into a cocksucker. When I was 13 the boy of my dreams was Jared, I went to school with him and he attended our church. He was just so sexy brown hair and eyes, dark skin he definitely had some Mexican blood in him. I always dreamed of being on my knees and peeling his pants down. As I start to suck his uncut cock (which I knew he had from seeing him after gym class) he would push me down on my back and pull my pants down engulfing my cock. We would suck each other for hours, bring each to the brink of an orgasms then backing off repeatly until we both exploded so hard we would choke each other with our volleys of cum. It was this that I thought about seeing him in church . I got such a hard-on that it hurt, I knew I had to jerk off right away or I'd never make to the end of my father's surmon. I told my mom that I had to go to the bathroom, then went to my father's office to use the toilet there. I dropped my pants and underwear and sat down on the toilet. I quickly took my cock in my hand jerking it quickly. I didn't realize that I forgot to lock the office door, after all who would dare to enter my father's office. Well his assistant would and he did. I looked up at him and dropped my cock in shock. "Well now Bobby what do you think your dad would think if he knew you were pulling your pud in his office during Sunday service." He said. I looked in his eyes and didn't know what I was seeing at the time, but I now know it was lust. He started to rub his crotch. "I'm ... I'm sorry Mr. Blakely it uh ... it uh just happened. Please don't tell my dad." I said. He just looked down at me, still rubbing his crotch. "Well that depends." He said. "Depends on what sir?" I asked as I looked up at him. "On how you take care of me." He stated. "Take care of you?" I asked puzzled. "Yes or should I say take care of this." He said as he fondled his crotch. "Huh? I don't know what you mean." I stated tunefully. "Well you will." He said. With that he undid his pants and dropped them to the floor. I looked at him and his cock it was semi-hard and about four inches cut. As I looked at it, it hardens to its full five inches, I thought at the time it was big. I had only seen my own small hard cock. I thought he was an ugly old fat guy at the time. I would latter to learn to love older chubby guy's cocks; they just loved to get them suck off. He pushed it at my lips, which I kept closed. I knew what he wanted, but I didn't want his ugly cock in my mouth. "Open your fucking mouth boy or I tell your dad." He ordered. I opened my mouth to say no and he pushed in his hard cock. My teeth scraped his shaft as he pushed it in all the way. "Fucking asshole cover those teeth with your lips." He yelled at me. I was afraid that someone might hear what was happening and I didn't want my dad to find out I was jerking off in his office. My dad had already given me his speech about the evils of masturbation and I had heard his sermons about homosexuals. If he ever found out that I jerk-off thinking about being with a guy, I was sure he would have killed or at least beat me to a pulp. I knew how it was done, so I obeyed him when he went to put it back in my mouth. I held still, not really wanting to do it to him. He grabbed my ears and started moving my head back and forth as he quickly thrust his hips back and forth. I could feel his fat belly hitting my forehead riding up it to the top of my head. This lasted maybe a minute when I felt his cock start to throb, just like mine did right before I shot my load. I tried to pull off thinking his cum must taste nasty, I often ate my own cum which I thought was good. He kept hold of my ears keeping his cock in my mouth as he started to shoot. He had a big load and I gag trying to hold it to spit it out. When he was done he held my mouth to his crotch until I had no choice but to swallow it down. He pulled out and pulled his pants up. "Now get back to your seat and maybe I won't tell your dad. He told me. I stood up to pull my pants up; I was amazed my cock was still hard. I sat through my dad's sermons glancing at Jared wishing it was his cock I had just sucked. I looked back at Mr. Blakely and it seemed that he was staring at me. When service was over and my father had greeted everybody I seen his talking to Mr. Blakely. Oh shit the bastard was telling him I thought and I knew if I tried to tell my dad what he had done to me, that I would not be believed. The strange thing was that my father was smiling. Then he called me over. "Michael, Mr. Blakely has told me how well you have been doing in the youth group. As you know Steven is leaving for college. This will leave Mr. Blakely without an assistant; he would like you to take on that position. I think it would be good for you and it would make me proud. It would mean extra work for you, he says you would have to meet with him on Tuesdays for about an hour or two. Do you want to do this? He asked. "Yes dad I'll do it." I stated knowing I couldn't get out of it. I looked at Mr. Blakely and he was smiling. I was worried what he was planning. I knew he was a widower and lived alone. What would he want me to do when we were alone in his house? "Good, so please be at my house about 6:30 Tuesday night.". Blakely said. "That will be fine. My wife will drop him off and he can call when you are done." My dad said. "Oh I'll drive him home, no need to have your wife come out again.". Mr. Blakely said. We left for home to eat Sunday dinner. After I finished eating and doing the dishes. I went to my room to change out of my suit as always. I looked at myself in the mirror and could see the outline of my cock in my briefs. I started to rub it and it grew hard. I dropped my briefs to the floor and sat at my desk. I slowly worked my uncut cock up and down. I didn't have to worry my parents never just walked in on me when my door was shut. I closed my eyes and imagined that I was with Jared. I had a Playboy and we were looking at all the girls. Then we just dropped our pants and started jerking our own cocks. Then I began to talk about Mary, how she sucked so good, but pussy tasted so nasty. He said he had never been with her and never had a girl blow him. I then offered to show him how it felt. I shot my cum on my belly as I saw myself dropping to my knees in front of him. I pumped out my load then brought my fingers to my mouth and licked them clean. I scooped up the cum on my belly and chest eating it all. For the next two days all I could think about Mr. Blakely and what he was planning for Tuesday. I knew the only reason he chose me was that he could be me alone once a week. At the very least he would make me suck his ugly cock, his fat belly hitting my head, it was grossing me out. Tuesday finally arrived, after supper my mom and I left. We pulled up in front of his house; I slowly walked up the path to his door, as my mom pulled away. Why should she worry this was my father's trusted assistant. I rang the bell and after a minute Mr. Blakely answered the door wearing a robe. He stepped aside to let me in. The hallway was narrow and my back still rubbed against in fat belly. I heard the door close and then felt a hand on my shoulder. He pushed me to the floor, opened his robe and made me blow him, then latter had me jerk-off on his cock and belly. He made me lick up all my cum and blow him again. This went on every Tuesday for the next five years. He told me he knew I was a queer, that he seen how I looked at other boys and men and if I didn't he'd tell my dad. This is what I thought of as a sat at the beach bar in Manzanillo. Across from me sat another tourist, an over weight fat guy. The only other person at the bar was the bartender. I wanted to get a better look at the fat guy. Ever since Mr. Blakely I had some how learned to like chubby fat guys and one other thing was that I learned I was a cocksucker. I started sucking guys in school, but I liked Mr. Blakely the best I didn't know exactly why at the time, but since found out it was because the way he degraded me and treated me as the cocksucker I was. I moved from the bar to a table near the end of the deck facing the beach. This was also on the other side where I could get a better look at the fat guy. For awhile I just looked out at the water and the few surfers. This time of day most people stayed in out of the high heat of the day. I looked at the chubby guy thinking how good it would be to licking his big man tits and down over his big belly. To feel his cock in my mouth and his belly rubbing against my head. To feel him wrap his flab around my cock as I rubbed it over his belly. He noticed me looking at him, he said hello and I returned the greeting. Then he spread his legs just a little, just enough to let me know he knew what I wanted. I finished my beer, walked to the bar to get another one and stood right next to him. The bartender walked over handing me another one. "Hi I'm Tom." He said holding out his hand. "I'm Bob." I answered shaking his hand. "SO you're from the States?" Making more of a statement. "Yes from outside El Paso." I stated "Phoenix myself." He said. We made small talk and I kept looking down at his belly and crotch, then back at his face. After about 20 minutes of this he smiled at me. "I only go with guys that will let me be in total control. Guys that like to be degraded and used that are slut boys." He stated I looked at him, thinking could I have found a better guy. "Yes, SIR." I answered. "Yes sir what boy?" He asked. At first I didn't know what to answer him then it hit me. "Yes, SIR I am your slut boy to use." I simply stated. "Well, let's test that out boy. Unzip me and take my cock out." He ordered me. I did as I was told not wanting to lose this guy. He reached over the bar and grabbed a cocktail glass handing it to me. I looked puzzled not sure what he want me to do with it. "You're going to make yourself a cumtail. You'll jerk me off into the glass and then drink it right here." He stated. He ordered another drink as I took the glass from him. He was drinking Jim Beane on the rocks. The bartender set the drink in front of him and smiled at the both of us then went to the other end of the bar. I took his hard cock in my hand it was maybe three inches with small balls. I just loved guys like this I could take their whole cock and balls in my mouth. As I jerked him up and down I placed the rim of the glass to the tip of his cock. I increase the speed of my jerking and he responded. Soon he was Cumming into the glass. When he was done I removed the glass. "Lick me clean boy." He ordered. I bent down and licked the tip of his cock clean of the leftover cum. I came back up with the glass. He tipped his glass of Bourbon toward me and took a gulp. I tilted the glass of cum to my mouth drinking it down, but some stuck on the side. He looked at me telling me he wanted me to get it all, but leaving it up to me how I would do that. I knew I couldn't get my tongue all the way to the bottom, so I took my beer bottle and poured some into the glass swirling it around. I drank it down, the taste of cum and beer was more then I could handle and I creamed in my cutoffs. "Well boy you did good, but look at you, shooting a load in your pants." He stated. "Thank-You sir for your cum, Sorry I wasted a load of mine." I said "Well you'll learn not to that again. You only cum when I say you can." He stated. "Yes SIR, sorry Sir. I couldn't help myself." I begged for forgiveness. "Well I think it's time to get to my room, where I can have some real fun. Tip the bartender for both of us." He ordered me. I reached for money. "Oh no you will give him a proper tip." He told me. I looked over at the bartender he was rubbing his crotch, which I could see held a hard cock. He was not my type big build probably had a big cock. But I did as I was told and walked around the end of the bar. As I got in front of him I could see in was a dark skinned Mexican. I dropped to my knees and reached up to his zipper. I slowly pulled it down hopping that my new master would call me off. He didn't and I pulled his cock out of his pants, he was uncut and at least seven inches. I looked back at Tom and he seemed to love the position he had me in, he knew I craved his cock and I wasn't going to get it unless I did exactly as he told me. I slid down on his dark cock and he grabbed my head. He faced fucked me quickly, soon he shoot his load into my mouth. Some escaped onto my chin and I licked it up then I licked his cock clean and put it back in his pants. I went back around the bar to my master. "Follow me." Was all he said. I followed him back to the hotel and the elevators. He pushed the tenth floor and the doors closed. "On your hands and knees." He ordered as he turned to me rubbing the flab of his belly against my face. "You will stay that way and crawl to my room slut boy." He informed me. "Yes Sir." I answered. We rode to the floor without stopping. When the door opened I followed him out on my hands and knees. His room was half way down the hall. He sat on the end of the one bed inside. I stayed where I was, waiting for him to tell me what he wanted. More to cum Comments to rocketman1969@yahoo.com

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Date: Tue, 15 May 2001 18:17:15 -0700 (PDT) From: Warren Greene Subject: used-by-jock For starters my name is Chris. After completing high school in a non-descript midwestern farming town, I reluctantly went to college at Eastern State University. I didn't have any real interest in college, but enough people convinced me to give it a try. My freshman year I lived in a dorm wing with lots of guys who I didn't get to know very well. Immediately my eye was drawn to a football player down the hall who was without a doubt the sexiest guy I had ever laid eyes on. He was solidly built, but not too bulky and his blue eyes were so commanding that I felt my legs get week every time he was near. His name was Ryan, and he had made so many friends that we never had occasion to talk. We were in one class together (European History) but even that had never caused us to exchange any words. One sunny October afternoon I decided to go shopping. I needed some toothpaste and shampoo, and (much to my distress) I had also discovered that I hadn't brought enough pairs of underwear to school with me. Now that I was doing laundry on a very infrequent basis, I had to get some more. I rode my bike to the nearest K-mart and purchased the necessary items. I had always worn briefs, and now that I was on a student budget I had no other alternative but to get the cheapest clothes available-in this case, white Hanes briefs. After peddling back to the dorm, I was walking inside when I happened to see Ryan and his roommate (Jack) approaching. To my utter astonishment, Ryan slowed down to ask me something. "Hey, do you understand the whole feudal economy thing we've been doing in class lately? Because I'm having some problems with it." I was almost too excited to talk. "Yeah, I think I've got it." I managed to stammer. "Oh, wow. Because maybe you could explain it to me tonight, it would be a big help. I'll be around later, OK?" "Yeah," I gasped, "I'll make sure to find you later on." With that, Ryan went along his way and I stumbled up the stairs amazed that the guy of my dreams (including many wet ones) was actually seeking out my help with something. When I got back to my room and started to put my stuff away, I realized with extreme embarrassment that the flimsy bag from the K-mart was so thin that you could see my new underwear through the plastic. The whole time I had been talking to Ryan, the words "6 men's briefs" were showing through the bag for anyone to see. I slowly turned red. "Oh well," I thought, "I'm not going to let anything ruin a potential friendship with Ryan. Plus, I'm sure he doesn't go around looking at the items in other people's shopping bags." And with that, I read up on feudalism in order to be of the most possible help to Ryan. *** Much to my roommate's annoyance, I made sure to keep the door to our room open all evening to check for Ryan's return. At 8:00 he walked down the hall and into his room. Not wanting to be too obvious, I forced myself to wait about 5 minutes, before going to his room and knocking. "Yeah, come in," I heard his deep voice call out. I opened the door slowly, "Hey, Ryan, you wanna discuss feudalism?" I asked. "Sure Chris, come on in," he said in his confident, relaxed voice. We exchanged some vague comments on the history class, and then Ryan said, "Hey, I don't know about you, but I always study better with some refreshments," and he opened his dorm-room refrigerator to reveal a hardy supply of beer. "We've also got whiskey and rum if you're interested." Not wanting to be impolite (but not being much of a beer fan either) I opted for some whiskey. We started off talking about various topics from European History, but as the evening wore on (with Ryan constantly refilling my glass) I got drunker and drunker and we gradually started talking about many different subjects-from music to football to movies. It was unbelievable-I was actually having a conversation with the hottest guy in the school, like we were good friends. By 10:30 I was so drunk that I was sweating and I started repeatedly wiping the sweat off my face. I doubt Ryan knew this about me, but I become pretty obedient when I'm drunk. So when he suggested I might be cooler if I took my shirt off, I did so without hesitation. Ryan chuckled at my slim build and hairless chest, and gave me an ominous grin. "I think there's something else you wanted to help me with tonight?" He asked. Even though I was having the time of my life, I had no idea that he was about to say what he did. "Whaddya mean?" I asked. Ryan grabbed his crotch. "You want to wrap your lips around my cock, don't you?" I was completely astounded. I didn't know what to say. Despite my willingness to blow him, I still hesitated. "Um, no, that's not really my scene," I mumbled towards the floor. I was incredibly embarrassed, but I also hoped he wouldn't let it go at this. "Oh, come on. I know all about you, and I know you want to swing on my cock, and I'm without a girlfriend at the moment, so just come on." He then unzipped the fly of his jeans and pulled his semi-hard cock out to show me. "Don't be afraid, just come here," he said gently. With this bit of encouragement I dropped to the floor and slowly made my way to his crotch on my knees. I took a deep breath and looked up at him. The placid blue of his eyes seemed to be fiery now, ready to use me for his pleasure. "Go on," he said. And with that, I wrapped my lips around his rod and began to caress it with my tongue. "That's it, nice and slow," he moaned as I slid my mouth up and down his tool. He quickly became rock hard, and I struggled to get his entire 8 inches down my throat. I had given head a few times, but never to someone as commanding and powerful as Ryan. Soon my nose was buried in his public hair as I sucked hungrily on his tube steak. After a few minutes, Ryan pulled his dick out of my mouth. "OK," he said abruptly, "lets get a little more comfortable. Take off your pants-now!" With the whiskey in full effect, I didn't hesitate as I quickly ditched my shoes and pants. I now knelt before him in my socks, with my hard cock pitching a tent in my Jockey shorts. "Well, I'm glad to see you're enjoying yourself," sneered Ryan, as he pushed his jeans and boxers to his ankles. It seemed that seeing me completely helpless at his feet got him excited, and he started to be more commanding. He grabbed my hair and shoved his dick back into my mouth, as I stared in his eyes seeking for signs of approval. He smirked at me, eventually saying "that's right bitch, it's time to get to work." So I got to work with all the drunken energy I could find. I lubed the length of his shaft with my spit and worked my tongue up and down his man tool. He persisted in shoving his dick down my throat and working it back and forth quickly. My eyes began to water and I did everything in my power to keep from choking on his thick glistening cockhead. Suddenly he slapped me in the face, and ordered me to suck his balls. I worked my mouth around his slightly-hairy ballsack and sucked them one at a time. Then he straightened my head again, by pulling on my hair, and lightly teased my lips with his cockhead. Ryan stepped back a moment to observe me-sweaty, waiting to service him further, with an obvious tent in my underwear. "Hey bitch, your job is to stay right here, on your knees, with your hands behind your head until I return." Without waiting for a response from me, he pulled up his pants and left the room. A few minutes later the door opened, and following Ryan into the room was his roommate Jack. Jack was a beefy jock who was on the football team with Ryan. Overall, I never really thought of Jack as attractive-he had a thick neck and a crewcut and his face showed a fair bit of teenage acne. I suppose he wasn't that bad, but he definitely paled in comparison to Ryan. Ryan was talking to Jack when the entered, "See, I'm serious. I was right on target, he's a cock-smoking faggot." Jack looked at me (still on my knees) with his mouth hanging open. "No fucking way," he gasped, breaking into a smile, "what will he do for you?" "Anything," said Ryan, "watch." Ryan walked up to me and pulled out his dick. "Make me hard," he said, and without a word I started to caress his cock with my tongue, quickly bringing it back to attention. "Have a seat," Ryan said to Jack, "the show's only going to get better." Then, turning his attention to me, he ordered me to tell him why I wanted to suck his cock. I wasn't sure just what to say, so I stammered, "because it's so big." "Yeah," he sneered, "go on." "It's big and I need to service it," I groveled, staring into his eyes, "I'm just hungry for cock, and you're the perfect master." "Are you a dirty faggot," he asked me. "Yes," I mumbled, staring at the floor. "Say it. Tell me and Jack what you are." I took a deep breath, "I'm a dirty faggot, and I need to suck on your dick," I said to the two of them. When I glanced at Jack, he was sitting on his bed, still not quite believing what he saw. "Dude," Jack said to Ryan, "he has no shame." "Yeah, I knew that he was dreaming about taking a ride on my rod," said Ryan. Then he shoved his pole into my mouth and without warning started to fuck my face-hard. Holding my head in place, he quickly pushed his dick down my throat, and barked commands at me "Suck harder" "Blow me faggot" "You better thank me when I'm done" After a few minutes of this, he withdrew his cock from my hungry mouth. "Look at me, pussyboy!" he shouted at me. I looked at his beautiful face, with my mouth open, waiting to do whatever he said. Ryan took his cock (slippery and wet with my spit) and started to hit me in the face with it. I could hear Jack laughing in the background. Ryan held his shaft at the base and hit me repeatedly in the cheeks, the forehead, and my nose. He took his cockhead and lightly traced the outline of my lips, pulling away when I tried to put my mouth around his dick. "Hey, little fag-boy, don't suck my cock unless I give you permission!" he said, continuing to slap me with his wet rod. I could see out of the corner of my eye that Jack was doubled over on the bed, laughing, with tears running down his face. "Fucking shit, man," he said to Ryan. "This guy is so fucking low I can't believe it. You're beating him up with your dick. I've never seen a chick that would stoop so low for her man." "Yeah," answered Ryan, "but he's just a slave to cock. He doesn't know any better. All his little fag-brain can think about it playing with real men's tools." My face began to burn, but I knew that what Ryan was saying was completely true. I had never had a boyfriend who treated me like this, but I had never felt more horny than I did at this moment. When Ryan was done slapping me with his cock, he went to work with renewed energy, fucking my mouth, and pushing me down on his dick until my nose was buried in his pubic hair. I guess the whole sequence of events had gotten Ryan pretty horny because I could tell he was close to coming. After a few minutes of fucking my mouth, he finally began to tense up and in a few seconds I could feel his jism pumping into my mouth. I eagerly swallowed each spurt, but the onslaught of creamy liquid was so fast and so big that a small trail of cum leaked out the side of my mouth. Ryan pulled is rod out of my mouth and laughed as I looked up at him, silently wishing for more. "You've got cum on your face!" he said and started laughing. I turned red, knowing I looked like a slut, but not wanting to wipe off my face without permission from my new master. Ryan turned to his roommate and asked him, "Do you want to take the little slut on a test drive?" Needless to say they did not consider my opinion in this matter, but I was desperate to suck more cock, so I hoped Jack would say yes. "Well, he's a filthy little cocksucker, but I guess I could go for a good blow," sneered Jack as he got up from his bed. I had never felt any attraction to Jack, but now in my drunken horny daze I couldn't wait to suck on the present he had in his pants. Jack walked over to me, and stared down at me with a nasty look on his face. "Do you know how lucky you are that I'm about to let you play with my dick?" he asked. "Yes sir," I said. "Well, tell me. Grovel, you sorry sack of shit!" "Yes sir. I am such a low-down worthless faggot that I don't deserve your manly cock. But if you wish to use my mouth to get off, then I promise I will do my best to make you happy. I want to service your dick more than anything else in the world." I was panting and pleading, half-scared that I wouldn't get to suck his cock. "Well, let's see what you've got," Jack said, hawking up a wad of phlegm and spitting on my face. "You're gonna suck my cock, but you can't use your hands." Dutifully, I tugged at the drawstring of his sweatpants and lowered them with my teeth. Then I pulled down his boxers in the same manner. Of course there was no way to do this without getting hit in the face my Jack's boner, which caused laughing from Ryan in the background. I felt Jack's spit running down my cheek while Ryan's cum began to dry on my chin. Then I got my first look at Jack's cock and I couldn't believe its size. Ryan had a beautiful, good-sized cock, but Jack's was just plain enormous. Ten full inches long and the absolute thickest schlong I had ever seen, I let out an audible gasp. "Ha! I guess you've never seen such a big dick before," Jack whispered in my ear, "well, this is what real men's cocks look like. Not little-boy dicks like yours." Jack stood up and yelled at me "Well, you know what to do-get to work dirty fag!" I slowly worked my mouth around the enormous log that was staring me in the face. It was so thick that I strained to get my mouth around it. After a few minutes of gently working the cock with my tongue, Jack obviously got impatient and pulled my head down on his rod. For the next several minutes I thought I was actually going to suffocate on the big dick in my mouth. I eventually relaxed my throat enough to get the entire thing down. My jaw ached so much that I began to wish I would suffocate so I wouldn't have to feel the pain any more. "How do you like your new dick, faggot?" Ryan asked from behind Jack. I didn't bother to try and answer since Jack wouldn't let me off of his cock. "Answer me faggot!" Ryan yelled, obviously getting angry with me. I tried my best to say I loved it, but my answer was just a series of grunts and moans as I continued to suck on his tool. "I can't hear you, your mouth is full of cock, you miserable faggot!" This seemed to strike Jack and Ryan as very funny, and they both laughed loudly as I felt my cheeks turn red. Jack then took his dick out of my throat and instructed me to look him in the eye. "Do you realize that you have no shame?" he asked me. "Yes." "And are you willing to let me use your faggot mouth however I like?" "Yes," I said, staring into his eyes. "Good," said Jack, "when I cum I want you to take my jiz in your mouth, but don't swallow it until I give you permission." With those simple instructions, Jack went back to work, plunging his long, thick cock in and out of my throat. My jaw was in so much pain I thought I would pass out. Jack and I were covered in sweat from the intense workout, and out sweat mingled and ran down my face and neck. He was so forceful in his thrusts that my nose began to hurt after repeatedly hitting his pubic bone when he forced my mouth down onto his rod. After several minutes (and some encouraging words from Ryan in the background) Jack finally pumped a load into my mouth. Following his instructions I didn't swallow, and kept my mouth open so he could inspect the pool of milky juice he had dumped in my mouth. Jack and Ryan both stood in front of me looking intently at the jism that filled my mouth. "Do you want to swallow my cum?" asked Jack. I vigorously nodded my head. "OK, be a good little fag and drink it down." Obediently I swallowed the delicious salty liquid that had just been dispensed into my mouth from the biggest cock I had ever wrapped my lips around. "Well, you're a pretty good cocksucker," said Ryan, "and it looks like you enjoy doing it." With that he pointed at my crotch. I hadn't even realized it, but I apparently came myself sometime during the workout, because the pouch of my tighty-whities was soaked with my own cum. "You know, it's always good to see a slutty fag who really enjoys his work," said Jack, and the two football players laughed at me while I looked down at the floor in extreme shame. "That's it for now," said Ryan and he tossed me my t-shirt and told me to leave. He shoved me out into the hallway wearing only my briefs, socks, and t-shirt. Luckily no one was in the hall, but I quickly realized that I couldn't let my roommate see me with cum on my face and soaking my underpants. I darted to the bathroom and quickly got into a hot shower to wash the dried jiz off my face and hopefully make me look less flustered. When I got out of the shower I found a nasty dirty towel that someone had dropped behind the bench and wrapped it around my waist. After wadding my clothes into a ball, I walked back to my room and went inside. My roommate was obviously confused as to why I had left over 3 hours ago and just come back after having taken a shower. But he didn't ask any questions and I quickly put on a new pair of underwear and slipped into bed where I dreamed about sucking meaty cocks all night long.

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Date: Sun, 16 Jun 2002 21:30:12 -0700 (PDT) From: Warren Greene Subject: used-by-jock-4 It didn't take any time for the football players to take me on as their team slut. I reported to the locker room every day and waited for their practice to end - that's when the fun would start. The routine was established early on-guys would come into the bathroom and piss on me until the coaches left, and then I was allowed into the locker room. Eric (the senior linebacker who had called dibs on me the first time) was the always the first one to get me - he'd wash out my mouth with soap and then fuck my ass. Then I'd be passed around among whichever of the jocks wanted me that day. I sucked a lot of cock and some of the guys immensely enjoyed fucking me while their teammates looked on. Some of the team members never expressed any interest in me, but others were "frequent customers" and I got to know their turn-ons, favorite positions, and (of course) the intimate feel of their cocks-it got to the point where I could tell who was using me without opening my eyes. Zak was a defense player from California who liked to lay me on my back on a bench and stand over me, making me deep throat his thick meaty schlong. Sometimes he would cum on my face, other times he would make me swallow his load and thank him for the privilege. He hardly ever said anything while he was fucking my throat, he just closed his eyes, went to work, and wiped his cock in my face when he was done. Cory was the kicker, a beautiful blond haired kid from a farm somewhere in the Midwest. He was only interested in my ass, and he fucked it several times a week. He must have had me in every different position over the course of the season. Sometimes he would lie me on my back and make my hold my ankles while he would work my ass. Other times he would shove me against a locker and go to town, slamming my body into the metal door. Unlike Zak, Cory was very talkative. He'd tell me to beg for his dick and while he was doing me, he would tell me what a sick faggot I was and how disgusting I was. He would make me tell him how much I wanted his cock inside me and how I couldn't help being such a fag because I just didn't know any better. Ryan and Jack (the guys who got me into all of this) rarely used me in the locker room, since they lived down the hall from me and I was at their call virtually 24-7. In fact, Ryan and Jack started making me do things in the dorm just to assert their power over me. They put me in charge of doing their laundry and occasionally made me clean their room. It was obvious that I was becoming their personal slut, and I think other people caught on. Anyone who saw me on a regular basis and knew the way I dressed could tell that I was someone's laundry-boy when they saw me in the laundry room carefully folding the athletic workout clothes, sweatshirts, and colorful boxers, all noticeably too big for me. In addition to my housekeeping chores, the two jocks would leave me notes every once and a while commanding me to do some embarrassing thing. One morning I had to spend 30 minutes in the bathroom wearing just a jockstrap (and I wasn't allowed to hide in the stalls). I brushed my teeth, shaved, washed my face, and pretended to wait for a shower - I tried to act like everything was normal, but I was definitely getting some weird stares, walking around in a jockstrap at 8:00 in the morning. Another time I had to put on the skimpy soccer shorts that were part of my "uniform" and sit on the lawn in front of the dorm all afternoon. I couldn't understand how this was really humiliating, until Jack came by to deliver the final instructions - I had to wear a cock ring the whole time. So, I sat for several hours in the sun with a raging hard-on, allowing anyone who walked by a clear look up my shorts at my cock straining against my tighty whities. This kind of thing entertained Ryan and Jack to no end. Jack noticed that my roommate was starting to get suspicious, so he decided to have some fun with that. Ryan took my roommate (whose name is Scott, by the way) to a party on a Thursday night. Before they left to come back to the dorm, Ryan called Jack and told him to get in place for the big surprise. When Scott walked in the room, I was kneeling on the floor, buck-naked, sucking on Jack's dick like my life depended on it. "Oh god," I heard Scott gasp as he turned to leave. "No, man, come on in," said Jack in a friendly voice, "you're missing out on the services that your cock-sucking roomie likes to provide." Scott slowly closed the door and looked at me as I continued to slurp away at Jack's manhood. "Dude," he said to Jack, "I didn't know that you were..." his voice trailed off. "Gay?" asked Jack, laughing a little. "I'm not, by Chris here is so desperate for cock, it's hard to turn him down. He lets me stick it wherever I want." "What? Have you..." "Fucked his ass? Sure, he's got a nice tight little pussy, although the football team's been loosening it up for the last few months." Scott was clearly shocked. "You mean he services the whole team?" "Yeah dude, don't you ever wonder where he is every afternoon?" asked Jack as he increased the pace at which he was thrusting his cock into my mouth. At this point Jack started to fuck my face with more intensity and I started to choke. All I could do was patiently wait for him to cum (I could tell he was close). Ryan took over the task of explaining things to Scott. "I found out that Chris here is a little fag-boy, and since he's always looking for some cock to service, I figured some of the guys on the team might want him around." Scott was still visibly stunned and asked Ryan some questions about why any guy would want a fag sucking his cock, and if there were any things I wouldn't do. "No man, he'll do anything. He even drinks piss," Ryan said, grinning. "Dude, that's so fucking low, I can't even believe it," Scott said, still in disbelief. Jack started longdicking my throat and I could tell he was going to climax at any moment. After a minute or two he started dumping cum in my mouth. "Don't swallow until I tell you to," he told me before he started shooting his load. I dutifully let his jizz pool up in my mouth. When he had finished cumming he had me open wide and show my mouthful of creamy semen to Scott. "He loves drinking this stuff," Jack said. He then turned to me and commanded me to swallow it. I gulped it down, savoring the salty tangy flavor. "Thank you sir," I said instinctively. Scott couldn't believe that I was thanking the football jock for dumping a load of cum in my mouth, and I turned deep red as he stared at me in fascination and disgust. "Fuck, man, I don't know if I can live with this perverted little fag," he muttered. "Come on, lets go have a beer and we'll talk about it," said Ryan. They all left to go to the bar, and I went to bed, tired from the day's activities. Scott came back about 3 in the morning and I woke up as he slapped me in the face. "Wake up faggot, you've got some cock to suck," he said as he whipped out his semi-hard cock. I got out of bed and knelt at his feet. When he nodded, I swallowed his dick and kept sucking until he came - all over my face. Scott never got over his disgust with me and he rarely said anything to me. He would look at me suspiciously when I returned to our room in the afternoons, and sometimes he would make fun of me when I changed into my slut outfit. It turned out that Scott didn't use me as much as the football team, but sometimes as he was getting ready for bed he would tell me what time he needed to be up in the morning. This meant that it was my responsibility to get up before him and wake him up with a morning blow job. I was happy to oblige... *** After the second or third home football game (I can't remember which one) the guys took me to the football party that was at the captain's house off-campus. The team had won, so they were in a good mood. They got me pretty drunk and put me in a bedroom, where guys could come and get a quick blow job if they wanted. After I had sucked 5 or 6 guys Ryan came in with Jack and a few of their buddies and told me to wash up. I obliged, and they then put me in a car and we drove downtown. We stopped in a seedy neighborhood, and Ryan got out of the car and went into a store. He came back in a few minutes and motioned for me to come with him. I followed him into the store and realized it was a tattoo parlor. Ryan sat me down in the chair and told me to take off my shirt. The owner came over and cleaned off my right shoulder blade with alcohol. I realized I was going to get a tattoo, but I didn't dare ask any questions. He turned on his needle and started working on me. After he finished, Ryan made me pay and we left and went back to the party. I was made to strip once we got back to the party, and everyone examined the tattoo on my back and laughed. No one would tell me what it was, and I soon forgot about it as I drank more beer and the pain started to fade. I sucked some more dick, and as a grand finale to the evening, Jack put me on the table in the living room and fucked my ass while Ryan fucked my face. With Jack's cum dripping out of my asshole, I was shoved out the front door, holding my clothes and told to go home. I dressed in the bushes and walked back to the dorm. When I got back I remembered that I had a new tattoo, and went to the bathroom to see what it said. Standing with my back to the mirror, I craned my head and made out the words "Property of Eastern State Football" on my shoulder blade.

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Date: Mon, 17 Jun 2002 13:20:18 -0700 (PDT) From: Mike Subject: The Resort part 02 "Get over here. Take my sandals off and lick my feet." He demanded. "Yes Sir." I answered. I removed his sandals and began lick his feet and sucking his toes. He reach over to the end table to get something, what it was I didn't know until he threw it at my face, it was a dildo. "Shove that up your ass slut boy." He ordered. Again I did as I was told. No lube was offered so I sucked on it to get it wet. Then I sucked my finger and wet my hole, as I continued to lick at his feet and toes. I could tell he was getting hot as I sucked his big toes. He pushed his boxers down to his knees; I removed them the rest of the way. I thought this was a signal that he wanted me to work on his cock so I went for it. He kicked me in the shoulder. "Get back down there." He yelled at me. I went back down to his feet licking at the bottom of his right foot. "Now lick your way up that leg. I want you to wash my whole body with your tongue, but don't touch my cock yet slut boy." He ordered I started licking up his leg making sure I licked every inch working from side to side. When I got to were the leg met the hip I licked around being careful of his crotch I didn't want to touch his crotch. I moved on to his belly I licked all over it. I stopped at his belly button licking it completely clean. Then I moved up and licked at his right tit and it hardened under my tongue. Next was his armpit I licked at it and sucked at the hair. Then I lick down and back up his arm, sucking on each finger. I licked across his neck and backtracked my way down the other side of his body to his toes. I sucked on the big one hoping for his cock. I kept licking his foot and sucking each toe. "Get up here it's time that I milked my slut boy. I don't want you thinking about anything but my cock, if I let you suck it." He said. I moved toward the top of the bed, he made me turn so my head was toward the bottom and my legs toward the top. He made me put my legs up the wall, then hang then back behind my head. The dildo was still in my ass, he gave it a push. I really didn't like it, but was will to do anything for his cock. My cock was right over my face and he tried to force my cock to my lips but it just wasn't going to happen. He took hold of my cock gently playing with it. Slowly he started stroking it up and down; he tightened and loosened his grip as his pace picked up. Soon he had a tight grip and pounding my cock up and down. I didn't last long after that, the first volley of my cum hit my forehead. He adjusted his aim with my cock and hit my open mouth. Moving my cock around he hit every part of my face, chuckling to himself the whole time. When I was done shooting he stuck his fingers in my mouth making me suck them clean. Next he leaned forward and shoved his cock in my mouth. His belly hitting my chin and chest, my nose buried in the flab of his ass cheeks. He held his cock all the way in my mouth for what seemed like an hour, me barely able to breathe. Then I felt him rise up and push back down; he was face fucking me. As his cock slid in and out of my lips I felt the flab of his big belly slapping against my chin and chest. Some guys might think this was gross, that he was an ugly old fat guy, but to me he was the most lovely and sexy guy on earth. He kept up his face fucking and my cock grew in response to how sexy I thought he was. I wanted his cock and cum in my mouth, I wanted his sexy fat belly slapping my chin. I took his every thrust like the slut I was. Then I heard him grunt I knew it would soon be over that I would get my reward the sweet nectar that only a fat guy's cock could give me. I wanted it, needed it and was going to get it, so I wrapped my lips tighter. He responded by moaning and driving his cock harder into my willing mouth. His cock stiffened and started pumping out hot thick man juice. I held it all in my until he pulled his cock from my mouth wiping it on my forehead. I savored his sweet and salty cum, rolling it around my mouth and over my tongue, then I swallowed it. "That's right slut boy swallow my cum. Now get the fuck out, I`m done with you." He laughed at me. I pulled out the dildo, quickly got dressed and went to my room to clean up. It was early still so I took a nap figuring I could go out latter and find another guy to suck. When I was on vacation I was a real cum slut getting as much as I could. The phone ringing awaked me; rolling over I grabbed it. "Hello." I answered. "Hello Robert Summers?" Spanish accented man asked. "Yes." "This is Jose Cortez, the hotel manager. Could you please come to my office on the first floor? There is a problem I must talk to you about. He said. "Sure, what is the problem?" I asked him thinking it must be my credit card. "I rather discuss it in person." He answered. "Okay, I'll be down in a few minutes." I answered. I hung up the phone and got a bottle of water drinking some it down. I was wondering as I rode the elevator if it was only my card why the manager would call me and not just one of the clerks. I went down the hall beside the front counter. Finding his door I knocked on it and was told to come in. I opened the door and seen a young Mexican man maybe 35 years old. "Aha, Mr. Summers please have a seat." He said offering his hand. "Thank-you Mr. Cortez. Is there a problem with my credit card or something? I asked shaking his hand. "No No your credit is find, this problem is much more grave. You have been a very loyal patron of our hotel and this is very deleget. I'm sorry my English is not good and I want to explain this in the right way." He said "Your English is fine much better then my Spanish. You can say what ever it is that you have to." I responded. "Well Mr. Summers there was an incident earlier today at the beach bar that I understand you were involved in." He stated. My mind reeled I knew what I did there, but did he really know? I had to try to bluff my way out. "Yes I was there earlier today, there was only one other person there and the bartender, but nothing happened. Everything was nice to me." I said. "Perhaps if we watch the tape. We are very security concern here and have cameras covering every area of this resort. We are very concerned about our guest safety. We are very open here and don't care what you do privately, but in public areas." He said with a soft voice. "Um whatever you think sir." I returned. My mind was reeling did he really have the whole thing on tape. I could always say it wasn't me, after all security cameras weren't that good. He pointed to a monitor and picked up a remote. The monitor came to life then a tape start to play. It showed everything that happened at the beach bar, me jerking the fat guy off into a glass, drinking it down and then blowing the bartender. The tape stopped and Mr. Cortez turned to me. "Mr. Summers we can not allow behavior like this. The other guest has been removed from the resort, this is first time here and we have had problems with him all week. The bartender has been put on probation and reassigned an inside lounge were we can watch him closely. Now we come to you.... As he talked I thought one thing was strange he had one hand under his desk right in his crotch. ... I know you have been coming here for a few years with no problems, but this should have you also expelled from this resort. Is there anything you can say for your self?" He said "Well sir I'm not going to try to say I wasn't involved, but I was just overwhelmed by the man. I can assure you that nothing like this will happened again. I love coming to your fine resort. Maybe we can work something out, putting me on probation or something. Please just don't kick me out." I stated. "May be we could work something out, I'll be right up front with you. I enjoy getting my cock sucked like any other man and have gotten sucked by gay guys before.... "If that's all, I'll give the best blowjob you ever had." I interrupted. ...wait please hear me out. I don't want just a blowjob. I want my fantasy fulfilled, might you be interested in that?" He asked. Oh shit I thought what could that be, I hope it doesn't involve me fucking or getting fucked. I really wasn't into that, but I've done it just to get the guy's cock latter. I was really a total oral bottom. "Perhaps, tell me about it, but I must tell you I not really into fucking." I said. "No fucking is involved, I'm not gay I don't fuck men, but I find little time to date women and court them until they let you fuck them. This job pays well by Mexican terms, but also is very demanding. I work basically twenty-four hours a day, twelve here and twelve on call. I have to be within a one hour drive of the resort at all times. Here is what I all ways wanted. I've wanted to have a person come to my office first thing in the morning and crawl under my desk. You would lick and suck my cock all day until I was ready to leave for the day. I am capable of shooting multiple times in one day. You would just take my cock out my zipper and work it slowly at first until I told you to get me off. If my door is knocked on or the phone rings you would sit back and just look at my cock. Also if I have to leave, which happens many times, you would put my cock back. When I return you will take it back out and start to work on it again. You must be dressed in jeans and a tee shirt. You will not be allowed to take your cock out and jerk it while you are here. You will be allowed to come out from under the desk from time to time mainly when I'm gone so your legs will not cramp up. Well that's it. Are you willing to fulfill my fantasy or will you be leaving?" He asked at last. I ponder this for just a minute. He wasn't my type being on the kind of skinny side, but to be able to work a cock on and off for twelve hours, getting multiple loads of cum. "Yes, I'll do it." I just stated. He smiled at me. "Okay then be outside the main entrance at ten of eight tomorrow morning. That is part of it me walking in with the person. If you fail to be there I will have you removed." He said. "Don't worry I'll be there. I look forward to it." I said with a smile. "Good. You can go now." He said. I left the hotel thinking about how good the next day would be. The only bad thing would be that I couldn't play with my cock while I sucked him. I knew what I had to do that night. I had to find a guy that would at the very least let me jerk while sucking him. Then I get up early in the morning watch my favorite gay DVD jerking off before I went down. 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Date: Mon, 02 Sep 2002 11:19:27 +0000 From: Don Mynor Subject: Love Him "Love him, you did not love him. You never did." "Yes I do, I will always love him" I said with tears streaming down my face. "You saw a poor vulnerable man going through a trying time and you took advantage of him. Isn't that the way it was Mr. Donavan?" "No, no, no" I answered still with tears running down my face. I had been reduced to a shameful emotional wreck. "I put it to you, Mr. Donavan, that you are nothing but a queer home wrecker. You..." "Mr. Steinberg that type of behavior will not be tolerated in my court room." "I'm sorry your Honor..." How did I end up in divorce court, on the witness stand, crying like some stupid school girl? Why did I allow this to happen to me? This all started five years ago, and if only I could foresee today I would have never allowed it to happen. I guess I should start from the beginning. My name is Ted Donavan. I am 5' 8" tall. I have brown eyes and dark skin and brown curly hair (product of a mixed copulation) and weigh 155lbs. At 26 years old, I decided to go to school to study computers at the local community college. I had purchased a computer my first year out of high school, and I was hooked. I taught myself to build web pages by reading various books and going to different web sites. I had built a web site for a high school friend, who I had a wicked crush on and still do, for his business before it took off. He expanded to five neighboring states and hired me as his web site administrator. The perfect job, I worked from home and I had free time to do anything I wanted. It was while at the college I met Richard Staminowski. He has amazingly bright, shiny, golden blond hair with incredible blue green eyes. He is 6' 2" 210 lbs., was 35 years old with skin so pale and white it looked fragile. I remembered the first thing I thought when I first saw him was, 'this boy needs a serious tan.' He was not really handsome or really good looking for that matter, but yet he was attractive. He had a sexiness about him that seem to make him attractive, makes no sense I know. It is difficult to explain. He had a look about him; you just knew he was good in bed. I gathered he was married due to a ring scar on his ring finger. I could not figure why he never wore it to class. I guessed he was trying to pick up some young college chick while he was here. We were in two classes together and were paired as project mates in both of them. We quickly became friends. I learned that he and his wife had separated and they were in the beginning stages of divorce, and hence was living with his mother. He and his wife had two kids together. We started going out together, to the movies, out to eat, and generally just hanging out. He quickly became the best friend I never had and I was scared. I'd never had a close relationship with a straight guy before. I somehow never fit in with them. That's how I viewed heterosexuals at the time, them and us. He convinced me to get a gym membership and we started going to the gym together three times a week. That was the first time I saw him naked. He had a nice curved muscular butt, a six inch soft uncut dick. Oh my god, I am falling for a married man. If he ever found out that I was gay or knew that I was sexually attracted to him, he would probably beat my ass to a pulp (that may not necessarily be a bad thing). The first time we had sex, was a Friday night or Saturday morning after we came back from a night club. He'd had too much to drink and since I don't drink I had to drive his car home. He decided that it would make no sense for me to drive him to his parents' house then drive home then do it over in the morning again. It would make more sense if he slept at my house. I put him up in my spare room. My house has three bedrooms one of which I used as an office. When we got there he asked me to help him undress. Was this really happening? I first took of his shirt. He had a light dusting of blond hair on his chest and abdomen. I so much wanted to feel up his muscular arms and chest. Then I took off his shoes and socks. When it came time to take off his khakis my hands were trembling. How many dreams have I had about this? How many loads have I blown late at night dreaming of this god of a man lying in my bed? I slowly undid his belt and then his zipper. The back of my hand "accidentally" touched his crouch. Oh my god was that a boner that I felt. No let me "accidentally" touch it again. It is a hard on. I guess my surprise was evident on my face, because he apologized and said it was because he hadn't had sex since his separation (seven months). "I am so horny I could blow a load right now if I had a hand" he said while staring me in the eye. Was this an invitation? My mouth was watering thinking about sucking that dick that was hiding under those Klein's. Oh what a big bulge it made. Still looking me in the eye he said, "I know you want to. Go ahead take it out and blow me". I did not even think of how he knew I wanted to have sex with him or anything. I just leaned over and started sucking his dick through his underwear. I could taste his precum seeping through the cotton. I grabbed the elastic band of the underwear with my teeth and pulled it down. He raised his hips to ease the removal. Lying on his abdomen was a beautiful nine inch uncut dick leaking profusely onto his stomach. I attacked it quickly before he changed his mind. How could I have gone for so long without this? The taste, the texture, the full feeling you get when it's in your mouth, the taste of the salty sweet prejiz, the moaning, all of it was so wonderful. I deep throated him and he grabbed the back of my head entangling his fingers in my hair and began to fuck my throat. Although he was `drunk' he didn't last more than five minutes. There was not the usual stiffening of the muscles or any extra moaning. His dick just got harder and a bit thicker and began to throb and then blasted thick globs of cum into my mouth. It was salty and sort of spicy. I swallowed every drop. This was the nectar of the gods. I licked his dick clean of my spit and his cum. Just as I was about to leave to go to my room he stopped me by holding my arms and pulling my down on the bed next to him. Pulling my head onto his chest and that's how we went to sleep. I went to sleep almost afraid of what would happen in the morning. Would he be mad and beat the shit out of me? Most of all I think I was more afraid that this would be the end of our friendship. My one true friend and I would lose him because I could not control my urges. I went to sleep that night with the wonderful taste of Richard's cum still in my mouth, and a fear of what sunrise would bring. The next day I woke up first at around 8:30 with my head right where I left it on Richard's chest. I laid there listening to the heart beat of the man I loved. Would this be a one night stand? I would need more than that. Would he wake up pretending to be too drunk to remember last night? I got out of bed as quietly as possible to use the shower in my room. I was somehow hoping that he would not be there when I got out. I guess that was mainly to due to the fact I did not want to deal with the possible end of the best friendship I've ever had. While I was soaping my face I heard the shower door open and I just froze I was slightly afraid that I would not even be able to fend off the blows. He came into the shower and stood behind me closing the shower door. He began to massage my shoulders with soapy hands. I got an instant erection. I had not come last night so I guess it wasn't at all difficult to catch wood. He continued to rub my chest running his fingers over my tits. He pulled me tightly to his chest and began nibbling my ear. I could feel his manhood against the small of my back. His right hand left my chest and started rubbing my back. He put both of his hands under the water rubbing the soap between them. Both of his hands went to my back rubbing down my back to my ass. He began to massage the globes of my ass rubbing the soap in my crack. He soaped his hands some more and again went to massaging my crack with his hands. After a while he stopped at my hole and make circles around it. We had not spoken since he came into the shower. Suddenly he rammed his middle finger up my hole. It hurt quite a lot but he found my prostate on the first try and began massaging it. That made the hurt so good. He added another finger to the finger fucking. He leaned into my right ear and whispered, "This is what you want, something hard filling your tight slut pussy?" "I've seen the way you look at me when I'm naked in the gym, like some dick depraved slut." "Is that what you are, some kind of slut looking for dick to fill your whore pussy?" Smack! He slapped me hard on my ass, "Your man is talking to you bitch. You have to learn your place when your man is talking to you." "Yes, I am a depraved slut I've wanted you to fuck me for so long now please fuck me, fuck me please. "That's better bitch." With that he removed his hands from my hole and rammed his dick full length into my ass. "Aaaaahhhhhhhhhh!! Oh god." I screamed. It hurt so fucking bad but I didn't care, the man of my dreams was fucking me and that is all that mattered. He didn't wait for me to get used to it, he started off like a sprinter running the 100 meter. The smacking of his pelvis against my ass was so loud in the enclosure. I began moaning. "Yea take my dick bitch this is what you wanted now take it you fucking slut." "You pretend to be all high and mighty but you are nothing but a faggot slut and now I know, don't I bitch?" I didn't like the way he was talking to me but it was turning me on like a motha and my dick was so hard I could drill for oil with it. I hadn't touched my dick through this whole episode and I was already close to cumming. When he grabbed my hair from behind and yanked, that did it for me. I started cumming, powerful jets of cum shot all over the shower wall in front of me. "Oh yea slut come with your man's dick fucking you. Your man made you come with just his dick." I shot at least eight times. My asshole began to spasm around his dick during my orgasm and that did it for him. With one brutal lunge he thrust his dick as far up my ass as it would go and started blowing his load. "Aaaaahhhhhhh fuck yes, in your tight pussy. Take my cum you tight pussy bitch. Oh yes, yes. Hah yea whew that's some good pussy you got there." I must admit I didn't feel his load shooting up my ass. All I felt was the throbbing of his dick when he shot. He kept his dick in me while we came down form our orgasmic bliss. When he did pull out his dick I felt a rush of cum leak out of me asshole. He looked at me and said "You need to clean out your pussy. Cum is leaking out of you like a penny whore, slut." I felt humiliated almost to tears. I had fought so hard not to let this happen again and now here I was just gotten fucked and being treated less that a two cent whore. I felt week and dropped to my knees. When he saw this he grabbed my head and turned me around, ramming his half hard dick into my mouth. He started fucking me throat like a jackhammer. "Clean off my dick you ungrateful bitch. Your man just gave you the fucking of your life and you didn't even thank him. You bitches are all the same, so fucking ungrateful." After his dick was clean he started rubbing his dick all over my face. I closed my eyes enjoying this humiliating treatment. Then I felt a warmer liquid pouring over my face. `Oh my god I thought, he was pissing on my face.' Panic stricken I tried to get away. He tightens his grip on my head and continued peeing on my face. "Open your mouth slut I have something for you." I refused to open my mouth. He stopped peeing and suddenly he slapped me hard across my left cheek with his right hand. My eyes flew open to see him angrily glaring at me. He back handed me across the right cheek. This time I was slightly dizzy and I began crying. "Now are you going to open your mouth, bitch?" I opened my mouth. Richard put just the head of his dick in my mouth and continued pissing. I was swallowing piss and I was enjoying it despite my initial reluctance. I was drinking the piss of Richard Staminowski and I was enjoying it immensely. When he finished he said, "What do you say bitch." "Thank you Richard." "That's sir to you bitch." "Thank you sir." "What are you thanking me for?" "Thank you for fucking me, for allowing me to suck and clean your dick and feeding me your piss, sir..." Chuckling he pushed me away from him looking at me with a look of triumph in his eyes. I must have been a sight lying back supported by my elbows with a hard dick, legs spread with cum running out of my distended asshole. Yet after all that I wanted him to fuck me again. Still looking at me pushing his big toe up my ass, he began fucking me with his toe. "Does my bitch want more dick?" "Yes, I want more of your dick sir, please?" "Not now I'm hungry. Clean yourself up and get in the kitchen and make us breakfast." With that he left the shower and walked out of the bathroom. Still lying on the bathroom floor I began to finger my asshole it was a bit sore but it was a good sore. Recalling what just happened between me and Richard I started jerking my dick. It took me less than ten strokes to blow my load all over my chest. After cleaning up I left the bathroom threw on an under shirt and a pair of boxers and went down to the kitchen. He came down a little later, fully dressed, got the newspaper from outside and began reading it at the kitchen table. I served scrambled eggs with ham, bacon, French toast, with orange juice and coffee. Richard was reading the paper. We ate our breakfast in total silence. While I was cleaning up I took the opportunity to tell him how I felt about the names he was calling me when we were in the bathroom. "Richard can I talk to you?" I asked turned away from him facing the sink still washing the dishes. He didn't answer so I proceeded. "I really didn't like the way you were talking to me when we were in the bathroom. I mean I really enjoyed what we were doing, but." He got up and walked over to me still saying nothing. He leaned over to my right ear and whispered, "So you are not a bitch huh, or a slut, or a little faggot fuck boy?" I shook my head no. "Well I am sorry that I mistook you for one." That statement was oozing sarcasm. I could not believe that I already had a hard on and he hadn't even touched me plus I just blew two loads less than an hour ago. "So if I were to check, you wouldn't have a hard on right now right?" I didn't answer. He grabbed my hard dick through my boxers. "Ahhhh real men get hard when a man is standing next to them." He ripped my boxers off of me, "Real men let other men take off their underwear with no struggle." He then put his middle and index fingers in my mouth, "Real men let other men finger fuck their mouths." He removed his fingers and I knew what he was going to do. He shoved his fingers up my asshole roughly and began to twist them. "Now this is very interesting, I have never heard of a real man allowing another man to finger fuck him up the ass and enjoy it, not even telling the other man to remove his fingers, hmm." Richard yanked his fingers out of my asshole. I actually regretted the loss. He walked out of the kitchen and into the living room. "Come here Mr. Real Man." He was backing me looking out the window. He turned around suddenly he face was full of rage. He walked up to me and slapped me hard across the face. "Get down on your knees you fucking bitch." Dropping to my knees again with tears in my eyes I finally realized that maybe I am what he said I am. Why didn't I stop him from doing any of those things in the kitchen when I knew he was trying to prove a point? He unzipped his pants took out his dick and shoved it in my mouth and began fucking my face. "A real man sucking dick how fucking ridiculous," he chuckled. He pulled his dick out of my mouth and asked, "Do you want to stop sucking my dick? I mean since you are a real man and all." I didn't answer. I couldn't answer. He slapped me again across the face again. "A real man just asked you a question bitch, fucking answer." "No I don't want to stop sucking you dick." I responded. "Well now we know you are not a real man. You are nothing but a faggot slut to be used by real men, right Teddy?" "Yes sir, that's all I am. A slut to be used by you, a real man, ny you." I disclosed. "So no more of this illusion you have about being a real man?" "No sir, you are the only real man here." "Good. Now suck my cock, cunt mouth." With that he pushed his cock back into my mouth and started roughly fucking my mouth. He suddenly pull out and started slapping my face with his nine inches of masculine endowment leaving trails of my saliva and his pre cum in its wake. His body went stiff, he stopped breathing and then he was cumming all over my face. When he was finished cumming he used his dick to wipe his cum from my face and feed it to me. Pulling his dick out of my mouth, he just stood there staring at me. "Thank you sir for allowing me to suck your dick, eat your cum, and drink you piss again sir." "You're welcome slut, any time you want dick in you slut mouth or slut pussy let me know." He said with a big smile on his face. With that, he zipped up and left me in the house alone lying on the floor jerking off another load.

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Date: Thu, 26 Dec 2002 02:10:39 -0500 From: Don Mynor Subject: Love Him 2 The day after I saw Richard last, Monday, I was miserable. He hadn't called me and I was really missing him in the worst way. I know it may sound kind of sick that I would miss him after the way he treated my over the weekend. I wanted to call him but I honestly thought he would call first to apologize. (I know, I know). By Tuesday noon I was ready to climb the wall. I caved in and called him. "Yes this is Richard Stankowski." He said when he answered the phone. "Uh, high Richard it's me, Ted." I said timidly. "Yeah, what do you want Ted." "I was just wondering if you wanted to do something tonight, I don't know dinner, movie or something." "We won't have time tonight; you know it's our gym night." Did he say `our gym night' he was still including me in his life's activities. "Yeah, well I guess you're right." I said. "So see you tonight at the gym." He said and then hung up. He'd said nothing about what happened over the weekend. His attitude towards me had not seemed to change in the least, and that made me very nervous. I was expecting him to tell me never to call him again. Or, he never wanted to see me again. At the gym nothing was different. We worked out as usual, and then showered (of course I took my regulatory peeks, and he pretended not to notice). After the gym he said that I should go home and order a pizza and he would stop off at the liquor store to pick up a twelve pack. He did or said nothing that would have left me to believe that the occurrences over the weekend had changed our relationship in any way. When he got to my house, I put the beer in the fridge. He had also stopped by the video store and picked up two movies, I knew they were porn, because they were in those, unmarked, translucent plastic covers that the local adult video store used. I knew then that I would be getting fucked tonight. My asshole was twitching in anticipation. No man had ever turned me on like this since my mid to late teens and it made me excited. True he did not treat me as an equal during our encounter over the weekend, but there must have been some truth to what he said. Maybe I was really some faggot slut who liked to be used my men in any way that pleased them. If it wasn't true, why did I call him first? If I truly did not enjoy the way he treated me, I would never want to see him again. Yet my short time away from him was total misery. I knew then I was definitely in love with him. It was almost as if I would not be able to live without him. I was already half hard when I saw the tapes, although I had a pretty good idea that they were straight. I gave Richard a beer while we waited for the pizza that was already 10 minutes late. The pizza came during his second beer. We ate while we watched a news magazine show on cable. When we were finished I cleaned up and we sat in the living room. "Ted put in one of those tapes, would you?" My dick was hard before I sat back down on the sofa. On the tape was your usual straight porn with a stupid plot and good looking men with big dicks. The scene on the screen was of a hot little blonde bimbo giving head to a total hunk, who was hung like a horse. I glanced at Richard crotch and it already looked full to capacity. "My dick is hard bitch, come over here and blow me." I hurried over to him got down on my knees unbuckled his pants yanked down the front of his briefs. As I was about to lick the head of his dick, he grabbed me by my hair with his right hand, yanked my head back and slapped me on the right cheek with his left hand. "You forgot your place already, bitch." He screamed. "What makes you think you can walk over to me and just pull my pants down without asking me?" "Huh, whore." He said backhanding my left cheek. "Uh, sorry sir I just got carried away. It is just that I missed you so much I couldn't wait. I'm sorry." I said with tears running down my cheek. "That's better slut now put my dick back in my shorts and buckle up my pants and go sit down." I regretfully did as he asked. "Now that you remember your place crawl over here and give me a blow job." I got down on all fours and crawled over to him. "May I please suck your dick sir?" "Well only if you really want to." He said chuckling. "But if you must, unbuckle my pants with your teeth this time." I unbuckled his belt and brought his zipper down with my teeth. I could already smell his pubic musk. I was hard as rock and leaking pre cum like a faucet. The front of my pants was a sticky, gooey mess. I took off his shoes and socks. Then I took his pants completely off. He yanked off his shorts himself and grabbed my head the rammed his dick down my throat. I was gagging like crazy. He did not care. He was only interested in the pleasure he was receiving from my mouth. He released my hair to remove his shirt. "You better get that dick well wet, because I am fucking your whore pussy next." I was sucking him for about ten minutes when he stopped me. "Take your fucking clothes off." When I was finished, he said. "Get down on all fours." When I did, he got behind me and started rubbing his dick up and down my crack. I was feverish for him to fuck me. Every time his dick touched my asshole, I would hump back against his dick. "Anxious to get fucked huh, slut." He spit on my asshole a few times and used the head of his dick to rub it in. He would just push the head in and then pull out again. I was going crazy with anticipation. "Please sir, push it in." I begged. "That's right bitch, beg your man for his dick." "Please sir, please fuck me. I need your dick so bad. Please put your cock in my ass and fuck me, please." "What?" He said angrily. "Put my dick where? I don't fuck men bitch I will never put my dick in a man's ass, only faggots do that shit. Are you calling me a faggot, bitch?" While he said this, he entangled my hair in his fingers and yanked back on it. The look on his face told me he was serious. He pulled painfully on my hair and brought me to an upright kneeling position. After spiting in my face, he started slapping the shit out of me. I started crying begging him to stop. My face was stinging like crazy and my head from where he was pulling my hair was on fire. "That will teach you to call me a fucking faggot, you fucking bitch." That statement was punctuated by a swift kick to the stomach, which was all the more painful because I could not lean over after the blow because he was still holding on to my hair. "Oh no sir no faggots here, only a real man and his bitch." "So do you want my dick in your pussy, bitch." I was beginning to think I should change my name to Bitch or Slut. "Oh, yes sir, I want your cock in my pussy sir. Please sir may I have you cock, sir?" "And how you want me to give you my dick?" "Sir, it's your pussy to fuck how you please." "Well since you insist." With that, he rammed his dick all the way into my ass. "Ahhm, oh god." I screamed. "Shut to fuck up bitch, you wanted dick in your slut pussy, now you're getting it." I had almost forgotten how much pain was involved when a man penetrates that roughly. He started as if he was racing. There were no preliminaries or consideration time (allowing me to get used to his dick in me). It was just quick, bam, bam, bam, form the get go. Then he was slapping my ass cheeks in time with his inward thrusts. I was enjoying this treatment. This time I did not question why. I went along with the flow and enjoyed the ride. My dick was hard as usual, that's a given. He roughly pulled out of me, and then gave me one last slap on my right ass cheek. "Get on your back bitch; I want to fuck you like a whore now." Oh, gee I guess he was fucking me like a slut before. His reentry was as expected, a rough, hard lunge impaling himself fully back into my ass. This time I did not scream out, but I know the look on my face must have told him of his achievements. His look in return was a smug, satisfied look. Then he started fucking me rough, fast, and hard again. On every stroke, in and out, his dick head would brush my prostate. I was in glorious agony. There was still a bit of pain form the initial entry along with the pleasure of his dick head brushing against my prostate. "Is this what you wanted bitch?" He asked. I was in such ecstasy I found it difficult to talk. He suddenly pulled his dick out of my pussy and gave me a very stern look. "I asked you a fucking question you fucking slut. Answer me." "Yes oh god sir, yes please, put it back in me please." "Do you deserve my dick in your worthless slut pussy?' "No sir I don't." "Then why the fuck should I continue fucking you?" "Sir because you are such a wonderful person sir, although I don't deserve your dick in my pussy you generous enough to give it to me and I know I can never repay you" "Good answer bitch." For the third time he rammed his dick in my pussy. "Ahh sir!" I screamed. "Just have to remind you that you are being fucked by a real man, and not some faggot." He retorted. We were a sweating heap. His musk was very strong in the room, and that made him even more sexy and irresistible. We had been fucking like animals for an hour and a half and my pussy was sore and I loved it. Every time my pussy would get too dry, he would spit on his dick on the outstroke to replenish the lubrication. I was on the verge of an orgasm and I had not touched my dick the whole time we were fucking. My body stiffened, my pussy tightened tremendously around his cock, my pupils rolled up into my head, and I was in absolute ecstasy. What was more important was that the man I loved brought me to ecstasy. I wanted to scream out how much I loved him, adored him, how he was the center of my world, but I didn't. I know by doing so I would have lost him, because if he didn't want to acknowledge his fucking a man, imagine how he would take me professing my love for him. Even with these thoughts running through my head, my impending orgasm was still coming strong - pun not intended. "You're gonna come aren't you bitch?" He said. "Oh, yes sir, I'm gonna come." He pulled his dick out of me completely, and then rammed it in very hard and rough. That did it for me. I screamed out at the same time my dick just exploded. Cum was flying everywhere. My chest and stomach was a riverbed of cum. Richard proceeded to fuck me harder if that is possible. When he was about to cum, he ripped his cock out of me, grabbed me by my hair and brought my face to his dick. He rammed his cock down my throat and just let loose with a river-load of cum. "Swallow bitch, swallow." He said as the third shot was being ingested and the forth was in my mouth awaiting its turn. After the sixth shot, he pulled out of my mouth and jerk the last three shots over my face, which he proceeded to smear all over my face using his dick. When he was finished, he reinserted his cock into my mouth to clean. "Now that's a good bitch, cleaning my dick so well. Since you did such a good job I have a reward for you." He said just before he relieved his bladder down my throat. When he was finished, he said. "Now go get me a beer." I hurriedly went off to the kitchen to fetch him a beer. After the beer, he went and took a shower then left. I would have like him to stay the night but if he did I might have been fucked at least twice again during the night. I don't think I could have handled getting fucked more than once that night, my pussy was that sore. After he left I went and took a shower myself then went right off to bed. I slept that night like a baby, albeit a baby with a sore pussy.

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Date: Wed, 16 Oct 2002 10:56:51 -0700 (PDT) From: Mike Subject: The Resort part 03 The Resort part 03 That night I went out and got lucky at a bar. I found this supposedly straight chubby guy who cried to me that his wife had cut off sex about five years ago. I always played these guys; I learned how a long time ago. He let me pumped my cock in the flab of his belly and shoot on his cock and belly. Then I licked it up and sucked him off swallowing his small load. The next day I was out front about 7:35. I wanted to be early, not wanting to miss him, not wanting to miss the first time I serviced a guy for twelve hours. I was looking forward to it even if he was not my prefect guy, a guy with a big belly. He arrived at 7:50 smiling when he saw me. "Good morning Mr. Summers, I'm glad you are here; today should be enjoyable for both of us cocksucker. Follow me stay two steps behind me." He said with a smirk on his face. I followed him thinking what the fuck is going on here. He went to the front desk and picked up his mail, other papers saying good morning to the entire staff. He headed down the hall to his office. He stopped and turned to me when we got to his door. "Wait here cocksucker until I come get you." He ordered. I stood there for about ten minutes. The door opened and he stood aside to let me in. Then closed the door. "Well, what are you waiting for you know your place you faggot cocksucker get there now." He yelled at me. I walk over to the big desk the chair was pulled out there was plenty of room for me under the desk. I got under the desk and Mr. Cortez sat down moving the chair in. I had to reach out from under the desk to unzip his dress pants. As I took his cock and balls out he moved his tie out of the way. "That's right help yourself fag boy. Today you worship Latin cock and balls, lick it, lick under the skin cocksucker." He said. Taking hold of his cock I held the skin over the head leaned forward licking the outside edge. Then I pushed my tongue in between the head and the skin. Swirling around the head brought a moan from Mr. Cortez. I felt his cock harden in my hand so I licked down and around the six inch shaft to his balls. I licked back up to the head, which was fully exposed. A small drop of pre-cum on the piss slit was like honey when I licked at it. That put me into my cum hunger mode, now I had to get some cum into me. I figured his first load would come fast, then I'd really show him what a cock slut I was. I only hope his cock wasn't too sensitive after he shot. I love to keep a cock in my mouth after a guy shot his load. As my lips wrapped around the tip of his cock I felt his hand on my head pushing me down. He held my head in place slowly pushing his hips up. He kept this up for about five minutes and let my head go, stopping his hip humping. "Now just lick me fag boy." He told me. I did as I was told figuring he didn't want to cum yet, wanting to just enjoy my tongue. It had only been about thirty minutes since I first got under the desk. I heard the phone ring and let go of his cock leaning back on my heals. He spoke for a few minutes then told me had to leave. I stuff his cock back in his boxers and zipped up his pants. He pushed his chair back stood and walked out locking the door. I climb out standing next to the desk. A few minutes later I heard the door being unlocked and I went back to my place. When he sat down I unzipped his pants pulling his now only semi-hard cock and balls out again. My tongue and mouth went right to his balls, licking them and sucking them into my hot, wet mouth. This got his cock going so I licked right up the cum shoot to the head. My thumb following my tongue did just what I wanted. As my tongue hit the head my thumb pushed out a glob of pre-cum. Licking it up I wrapped my lips around the head and slid down his shafted. Mr. Cortez let out a loud moan. "Suck me, suck me hard cocksucker." He said. I did just that wrapping my lips tight and bobbing my head up and down the shaft. I'd bury my nose as far as I could into his fly. On the up stroke I'd bring my lips right to the base of the crown then flick the tip of my tongue at the head. I wanted a load of his cum and I wanted it now. He grabbed my head shoving it down on his cock. "Yeah that's it fag boy suck the cum out of my balls." He shouted. I swirled my tongue around the shaft feeling it pulse and throb in my mouth and throat. His cock exploded with two quick volleys of man juice. He was looking down at me so I pulled my lips back opening my mouth and jerking his cock. I let him see the rest of his cum shoot into my open mouth. Then I closed it and swallowed his load down, rubbing the remaining drops of cum on the tip of his uncut cock across my lips. "You really are a cum pig. No woman or real man would do that. Well you're going to get plenty of what you love so much today. Now just hold my cock in your mouth until I get hard again cum pig." He said softly. I quickly obey and just knelt there under the desk holding his cock in my mouth. I thought I'd be a real sight if anyone could see me. I felt a few drops of liquid drip onto my tongue at first thinking it was some leftover cum, but then a slow flow began. He was pissing in my mouth right there with his cock hanging out his dress pants. He had good control so that I could swallow it all as it came out so none got on his pants. "Just what I thought you're a piss pig too well your belly will be full of cum and piss before you leave here fag boy." Looking down and smiling at me. In about ten minutes his cock started to harden again so I swirled my tongue around. I stuck the tip of my tongue inside his foreskin licking across the piss slit made his cock jump. Soon he was fully hard and I started work up and down his entire shaft, I wanted his cum in my mouth again. Then there was a knock on the door it opened and closed. I let his cock fall from my mouth and leaned back. He talks to someone in Spanish, then the door opened and closed again. "I have to leave, put my cock away." He said. I put his cock back in his pants and zipped them up. He left and didn't return for about thirty minutes. When he did I took his now soft cock out and started sucking again just like before. I took his cum then his piss. This happened one more time, so I had already had three loads of his cum and piss. I knew it was getting late as his cock got hard for the forth time, I was thinking this guy was unreal. I never had a guy get off four times in my mouth, but he was hard again then came the knock on the door. I let his cock fall from my mouth wanting to get him off again so bad. I heard him say to come in and the door open. "Good evening, is everything ready?" He asked. "Yes boss all moved." A man's voice said. "Very good, now the party can start." Mr. Cortez stated. What party, what was he talking about. Then he pushed his chair back and stood with his hard cock still hanging out his fly. "Come out here Mr. Summers." He ordered me. I slowly claimed out and turned around. Sitting on the couch was Tom the chubby guy and the bartender. Now I knew the whole thing was a set-up. They stood and started to strip. I turned to Mr. Cortez. "What the fuck is going on?" I asked him. "Mr. Summers don't get nasty with me. Your room has been changed and these men were kind enough to move all your belonging. Now they deserve to be tipped for all their work and you are going to give them what they want or should I have them bring your stuff to the lobby? Mr. Cortez stated. "Okay, I'll suck them off." I said. They were removing their shirts as I walk over to where they were standing and dropped to my knees. I decided to start with Tom, I removed his sandals as he undid his shorts. He let them fall to the floor and I removed them. I licked up his leg to his crotch. I sucked on his ball sack then took his cock right into my mouth. "Look at the cocksucker go right for my cock." Tom Said. "Yeah, He likes you fat guys." Mr. Cortez said. I kept sucking Tom enjoying his cock sliding in and out my mouth and his belly riding across my head. I felt a hand on my head pulling me to the side, I knew it was the bartender, so I let Tom's cock fall from my mouth. "Yeah get over here and suck my big cock, I'm going to choke you." He said. I licked across the head and wrapped my lips around the head he shoved his cock into my throat. I took it all as he started the face fuck me. After pumping in and out of my mouth about ten times he pulled out. I went to go for Tom's cock again. "Strip fag boy I want to fuck that white ass of yours" the bartender said. I knew there was no point to refusing, so I stood and stripped and got on my hands and knees. "Get on your back, I want to see your face when I shove my big black cock into you." The bartender told me. He moved behind me and spread my cheeks and spit on my hole a couple of time, then rubbed the head of his cock at it. He grabbed my hip, shoved forward popping the head into my tight hole. I cried out in pain, he just kept pushing more and more of his cock into me. When I felt his balls against my ass he stopped and held it there. Tom moved over and knelt above my face, taking both hands he spread his cheeks. I lifted my head and started licking at his hole without having to be told. While my ass was slowly being fucked. I moved down Tom's crack to his balls sucking them in. The bartender was picking up his pace moaning about how tight my ass was. As his moans got louder Tom pulled his balls from my mouth and shoved his cock in. The bartender grunted, shoving his cock all the in me I felt a blast of cum. Then he pulled out still shooting as he moved up body, leaving a trail of cum. He pumped his cock shooting his load on my lips and Tom's shaft which he pushed into my mouth. Tom pulled his cock from my mouth and it was replaced with the bartender's for me to suck the last drops out and clean it for him. Tom was jerking his cock as the bartender moved out of the way. Then Mr. Cortez join Tom jerking his cock over my face. I opened my mouth after swallowing the cum that was already there. Tom started shooting all over my face and then Mr. Cortez. When they were done I cleaned both cocks. Then using my fingers I scooped the cum on my face into my mouth. "Get up and get dressed fag boy. Tom takes him up to his new room in the service elevator the pig is a mess." Mr. Cortez said. I got dressed and followed Tom up it was the same room that Tom had claimed was his. When I got to my room I was so horny and tired. I stripped and lay on the bed jerking my cock off shooting all over my chest and belly. I rubbed it all over, then just fell asleep. Nothing much really happened the rest of the week. I sex with five or six more guys. About three months after I got home I received a small from Mr. Cortez. When I open there was a letter, check and VCR tape without a label. The check I could tell was for the total cost of stay at the resort. I turn to the letter from Mr. Cortez, he said that they had made a movie secretly of me and that if I accepted the check that the movie would be released. At first this pissed me off, then I watch the movie. It got me so hot, watching myself having all that sex. He also asked me to call him if I wanted to come back next year; He asked me if I could change the week by one that I came. He said that the producers that made the raw footage into the movie would be there and like to have live entertainment. I called Mr. Cortez the next day and told that I would like to visit for two weeks next year. He said that would be wonderful and that he looked forward to feeling his cock in my mouth again. Comments to rocketman1969@yahoo.com

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Date: Sun, 5 Aug 2001 12:10:50 -0700 (PDT) From: Warren Greene Subject: used-by-jock-3 A few days after Ryan and Jack introduced me to some of their fellow football players, there was a knock on my door. My roommate was studying at the time, and was surprised to see that Ryan was at the door, asking for me. I silently followed him down the hall to his room where he ushered me inside and closed the door. "So, bitch, you still ready to be the football team's cockslut?" I swallowed hard. I loved my sessions with Ryan, and he had helped me to learn that I was truly a submissive whore at heart. Nothing could please me more than sucking and being fucked by straight jocks. But still, letting the whole football team use my ass was a big step. I was scared about what was to come, but I knew I needed to try it or I would never forgive myself. "Yes sir, I'm ready." "I knew you were. I can tell you can't wait to wrap those lips around some more cock, you little perv." I tried to look Ryan in the eye while he was talking about me, but his gaze was too powerful and commanding. I shifted my eyes and looked at the floor. "OK, listen up. We finish with practice at 5:30 every day. You are to arrive at the lockerroom at 5:15 and wait in the last stall of the bathroom, kneeling on the floor. When the coaches leave, we'll come and get you. Can your perverted little faggot brain remember that, or are you overwhelmed by the thought of all that tube steak?" "Yes sir, I can remember," I said, feeling my stomach churning around. "Oh, one more thing. Be sure to wear this outfit when you come, but as soon as you get to your stall in the bathroom, you have to strip. Totally naked, no underwear." "Yes sir," I said, as I took the bag of clothes Ryan handed me. As soon as I was done in his room I went to the single bathroom on the floor, where I could look in the bag without my roommate watching. Inside I found a muscle shirt, a pair of soccer shorts that were a size to small, flip flops, and a pair of boys briefs that were about 5 sizes to small. I thought the underwear was a strange addition, but I was told to wear the whole outfit, so I determined that I would. The next day at 5:00 I got ready to go to the locker room. I took a shower, brushed my teeth, and made sure my ass was clean. Then I put on the outfit. I'm not sure how I looked to others, but I felt very exposed in the small shorts and skimpy shirt. I didn't ever dress in athletic clothes, so I felt unnatural. The first few steps I took, I could hear the sound of my too-small underwear tearing slightly. It was so obvious to me that I was going to service a bunch of jocks, that I felt like everyone could tell I was a whore on my way to suck some dick. I began to walk to the athletics building. The sensation of my dick and balls being squashed together by the tighty-whities started to give me a hard-on. I was deathly afraid that my stiffy was poking down below my shorts (I never had the guts to look down and check). I wanted to run the rest of the way, but I couldn't run in the damn flip flops. Finally I made it to the football lockerroom, and I entered the bathroom as I was instructed. I made my way to the last stall and prepared to strip. My sexual experiences with Ryan and Jack had been exciting and they allowed me to do things I had never done before. But NOTHING had prepared me to get naked in a public bathroom and wait for an entire football team to use me for a workout. I started breathing rapidly, and my stomach tied up in knots. I couldn't tell if I was going to puke or pass out. I leaned against the metal wall of the toilet stall and slowly collected myself. I knew that I was going to love being the team whore, and I took a deep breath and began to undress. Once I had stripped off all my clothes I hung them on the hook in the stall and waited for the team to come back from practice. Apparently the bathroom had gotten plenty of use that day because the floor still had several wet spots where guys had missed the toilet, and someone had tracked in plenty of dirt on their cleats. I slowly bent down (to assume my instructed position) and I knelt in the muddy puddles of piss on the bathroom floor. While I waited my knees started to ache horribly from kneeling on the cold tile floor and I started to shiver. I leaned back on the toilet to relieve my knees, but soon I heard noise outside. I straightened my body and prepared for the onslaught of jocks that I knew was coming. Sure enough, after a few minutes I heard the bathroom door open, and Jack appeared at the door of my stall. "Aren't you the obedient little cocksucker! Looks like you're ready for action." I simply nodded as I ogled Jack in his tight football pants. "Well, I'll tell the guys you're ready for them, but first I've gotta take a piss. Open up." It hadn't occurred to me that I would be used as a toilet, but I immediately understood what was going to happen, and opened my mouth. Jack positioned his limp cock inside my mouth and began to unleash a torrent of piss. "You better swallow you sorry bitch, or you'll be licking my piss off the floor." The prospect of having to lick the filthy floor terrified me, so I gulped down the salty yellow liquid as fast as I possibly could. It kept coming with amazing force, and I became lightheaded as I practically stopped breathing in order to drink down the copious amounts of urine. I had never felt particularly turned on by the thought of guys pissing on or in me, but I surprised to find intense pleasure in the degrading act of Jack using me as a toilet. I could feel his piss filling my gut, and my cock began stirring and started to get hard again. Once Jack had emptied his bladder and wiped the excess off onto my cheek, he went to the locker room to tell some of the other guys. The coaches hadn't left yet, so I couldn't leave the bathroom. Other guys started to come in and relieve themselves after their hard practice. Some guys pissed in my mouth and made me swallow, some pissed on me, hosing me down with their urine. Ben (who I'd met in Ryan's room) pissed on the top of my head, and laughed as he watched his piss run through my hair, and down my face, some of it dripping off my chin. In total about 10 guys pissed on or in me, and I was soaking wet by the time Ryan came and told me it was time to meet the rest of the team. I got up from the small lake of piss that I was kneeling in, and followed Ryan into the locker room, staring at the floor. I could hear the hoots and hollers of the team members when I walked in, with my hard cock bouncing in front of me. I was a sorry state, covered in piss and hard as a rock. "It's time to meet Eric," said Ryan, "he called dibs on you." I was hoping Ryan might be the first one to use me in front of the other guys, because at least I was familiar with Ryan's cock and his preferences, but since Ryan was a freshman, he had lost out to Eric, a senior linebacker. Ryan lead me to the showers and left me standing in front of Eric, my head still bowed, afraid to look up. "Oh boy, my fag's here," said Eric. I finally looked up. He was big, but muscular, with light brown hair, cut close to his head. He had a light crop of body hair, and his cock was 7 inches, flaccid. I could tell right away that he was going to be rough with me. He didn't have a mean look like Jack, but he was clearly in the mood to get out his aggressions after practice. "You're filthy," he said, looking at me, "you gotta clean up before I touch you." He handed me a bar of soap and turned on the shower next to him. I quickly obeyed his orders and rapidly cleaned my entire body. "OK, piss breath, give me the soap," he said after I had rinsed off. I handed him the bar and he instructed me to open my mouth. I knew what was coming, but I hesitated. I had never had my mouth washed out with soap as a child, and I didn't particularly want to start now. "Look, faggot-ass, none of us wants to stick our dicks in a toilet, so we're going to have to clean your filthy mouth." I slowly opened my mouth, and Eric held the back of my head with one hand as he shoved the bar of soap in with the other. I immediately gagged from the foul taste, and tried to spit the soap bar out, but Eric held it in place. Sensing that I was going to be persistent, he held my head against the wall, mashing my face against the tile, so I couldn't spit out the soap. He held me like this for several minutes while I gagged and choked on the foul-tasting soap. Finally he removed the soap from my mouth and I stood under the shower head for a minute trying to rinse the taste out of my mouth. But Eric was ready for some action, and he grabbed me and swung me around to face the middle of the showers. There were two rows of shower heads, separated by a waist-high tile partition. Eric roughly bent me over the dividing wall and spread my buttcheeks. I couldn't believe it, after all the talk about cleaning my mouth, he wasn't even going to use it! But I quickly forgot about that, as I readied myself for the assault that was about to start on my ass. Eric's dick was quite big when it reached its erect state. The head felt like a gigantic, smooth mushroom, as it pushed against my hole. "One. Two. Three," he said, and then began to drill his way into me. My ass wasn't prepared for this sudden attack, and I let out a low moan/scream as he proceeded to bury his cock inside of me within a few seconds. He had a firm hold on my hips as I writhed, trying to adjust to the torpedo that was in my gut. "Stop squirming, it'll go faster," he barked at me, as he pulled back an inch and then rammed back in. He repeated this pattern for a while, pulling back a little further each time until he was going the full length of his cock, pulling back and then nailing me with breathtaking force. A few times he accidentally pulled all the way out, and I could hear the slurping noise that my asshole made when his head passed all the way out-it almost sounded like my ass was begging for more cock, and Eric was always sure to pop right back in and continue ramrodding my butt. He kept it up for what seemed like forever, and the constant pounding started to take its toll. My hips got sore and started to bruise from being constantly pounded into the tile wall that I was bent over. I honestly started to think that Eric would never finish, but I guess he was ready to get dressed and leave, because he quickened his pace and I could tell he was going to dump his load soon. He worked himself up to the point of orgasm and then pulled his dick out and came on my back. I tried to maneuver over to the shower head to wash it off, but he grabbed me and pushed me into the lockerroom. "Hey guys," Eric addressed his teammates, "this here's a good piece of pussy, you should try it." The guys laughed and made me walk around so they could look me over. They thought it was funny that I had Eric's jizz on my back, and they asked me how it got there. I blushed. "Eric fucked me," I said. "Why did you let him pork you," a voice called out (I recognized it as Jack's voice). "Because I'm a horny faggot," I said, prompting an uproar from the team. Some of the players talked to each other and worked out the order of who got to have me. I sucked 3 cocks and two guys fucked me that afternoon (in addition to Eric). I knelt on the tile floor and serviced the meaty, sweaty cocks and moaned as they dumped more cum into me. The last jock that I serviced was Pete (the backup quarterback) who gave me an intense assfucking session. He finally blew his load into my gut and pulled out, making me lick off his rod. When he left, Ryan walked up to me and told me to hurry the fuck up. It turned out that since he was a freshman, he was responsible for staying until everyone was done with me and then making sure I left. He shoved me towards the bathroom and told me to get dressed. I hurriedly put on my slutty outfit and he pushed me out the door into the outside world. I realized that I had massive amount of dried cum in my hair and on my face. It was obvious what I had been up to, and I looked around for a water fountain or anything to wash off with, but I couldn't find anything. I could tell people were giving me weird looks, and I hurried back to the dorm as fast as I could. I ran to the bathroom in the lobby of my dorm to clean up before I went to my room, but my roommate still stared at me when I walked in in my skimpy outfit and my face all red from the scrubbing I had just given it. The whole time I had been servicing the team, I hadn't gotten to cum myself, so I went to the bathroom and took a long shower, jerking off twice. I had never had such intense sexual pleasure as I had experienced that afternoon being used my several meaty athletes. I hoped they would continue to require my services-sure enough, my hopes were to be answered.

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