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Date: Tue, 04 May 1999 01:47:04 PDT From: Chuck Guy Subject: Along The Canal Part 1 & 2 M/t Along The Canal Parts 1 & 2 - by Chuck Root cr_nj@hotmail.com All the usual warnings. I really enjoy jogging along the Delware Raritan Canal tow path. It is so quiet and pretty. The path runs right through the center of New Jersey and offers opportunity for all sorts of activity. There are always joggers, bike riders or folks just walking. It was almost always the same routine for me as I got dressed to jog. I would strip naked and stand in front of the large mirror in the bathroom. After admiring my own reflection I would put on my mid thigh compression shorts made of black lycra. They fit skin tight and when I wore them without a jock (which I usually did) my cock and balls would be gently held in the elastic material. I would again admire the reflection. I would adjust my cock so it was cradled toward the left. I would pull on my heavy T-shirt and finally add my jogger's ID "dog tags" that rattled as I ran and helped me keep my pace. It was on one of these frequent runs that I started noticing a jogger who appeared to be a teenage oriental boy. I first noticed him one warm spring afternoon. His shiny black hair was a long crew cut that framed his face. His fine features would almost make you think his face was feminine except for the well muscled teenage body. His smooth almond skin was glistening in sweat from his workout. The sweat highlighted the shirtless, smooth chest and flat stomach as he approached me. It sparkled on his back that tapered from his wide shoulders down to a narrow waist as he passed me and continued on. I actually thought of chasing after him and then realized how foolish I would seem, making a "U" turn. I contented myself with trying to remember the details of his body. That first night as I lay in my bed, hard cock in hand, slowly stroking myself, I remembered as much as I could of that brief encounter on the tow path. I closed my eyes and recalled the great body and could see his naked chest breathing deep lungfulls of air. I don't know why but I kept seeing his torso and flat stomach. I imagined myself standing beside him after his workout.I could almost reach out and touch the hard flat stomach, gently touch his navel and run my fingers down the few dark shiny hairs that traced a path to the waistband of his running shorts. My fingers pushed into his shorts and cupped his cock and balls that were still held tightly against his body by his jock. In my fantasy I ask if I can suck his cock and he agrees. I start to slide his shorts and jock down and as his cock springs free I realize that the real life me is just about ready to shoot my load. The first time that evening I came so hard that hit my own chest and chin. The second and third times of my sex fantasy hat trick were a little more controlled. On some of the days I would never spot him but on others I would be lucky enough to rekindle my fantasy with a momentary encounter. I once even thought that the young guy actually was checking out my basket. It was three days later that I again encountered the same jogger. He was again stripped down to just running shorts. I said "hi" as I passed him. He smiled slightly and gave a brief nod of his head. In the few moments that followed I started to get both excited and confused. Should I turn...what kind of nut am I trying to make a pick up based only on a nod. As I listened to his footsteps disappearing behind me I made a decision to follow him. I turned and jogged. I cupped my metal ID tags to stop the rhythmic noise they made as I trailed him. I rounded a gentle curve in the path and could see him ahead of me. He disappeared from view several times and we continued down the tree lined path but as I rounded one turn I could see him take a small side trail that forked off from the main tow path. I slowed and almost walked as I approached this little trail. It was only about a foot wide. It had to be a deer path worn into the ground by constant animal use. I could hear my mysterious oriental teen but he was no longer visible. I followed along the trail as quietly as I could. We left the main path far behind and I could still hear him ahead of me as we moved. I realized that the brightness ahead signaled some type of clearing in the woods and as I got closer I became more cautions. I spotted the boy leaning over a fallen tree. He was pulling a large plastic garbage bag out from behind the log. I ducked off the trail, hidden by the bushes. I watched. My fantasy boy pulled a blanket out of the bag. It was now obvious that this was his hidding place and the bag was used to keep the blanket dry. He shook it open and let it settle on the ground. Turning slowly, he surveyed the woods around him and in an almost casual manner he slipped his shorts down his legs. I stopped breathing for a moment, not believing the sight. His tight teen buns were framed by the straps of his jock and the pouch bulged with his teen meat. He pushed on the beige waist band on the jock and slid it down his legs. My strong young oriental boy was naked. His cock was larger than I thought it would be. It poked out from a dark shiny bush of pubic hair and seemed to come alive as he pulled and stretched it the way all boys do after their meat is first freed from the confines of a tight jock or underwear. His ass was so tight and smooth, the skin a shade lighter than his sun tanned back but not white like most bathing suit sun bathers. He turned slowly, stepped out of the crumble of shorts and jock at his feet and layed down on the blanket. I watched as he basked in the sun and pulled on his cock. It grew hard and pointed up along his stomach as he slowly jerked off. My own cock was hard and I freed it and started to quietly jerk off as I watched. I was ready to cum after only a few minutes but panic set in when I heard someone else coming along the same little trail that both the oriental teen and I had just walked. I ducked farther into the bushes as the noises approached. My fantasy boy obviously heard the same noise and looked toward the trail. He didn't seem disturbed by the approach. He rolled onto his side and gazed in the direction of the approach. He was propped up on one elbow and his free hand continued to stroke his hard on. A second teen appeared on the path. He was about the same age as my dark haired oriental teen but he obviously didn't have any Oriental blood in his veins. He wore street clothing instead of jogging shorts and his light brown hair was longer. He passed my hiding place and walked into the clearing toward my fantasy boy. The oriental boy sat up, still naked and still stroking his cock. The second boy approached and talked quietly, unbuttoning his shirt as he faced slightly away from me. He slipped it off and stood bare chested for a moment. He started to lever open his belt. My fantasy boy was now helping him. Moving to his knees, cock hard and sticking out he started unzipping the fly on the second boy's jeans. The jeans slid down quickly. This second boy stepped out of them with help. My fantasy boy reached for the cock that was trying to poke its way out of the white cotton briefs. He stroked it to erectness with one hand and pulled the brief out and down with his other. In just moments this second boy was as naked as the first. He sat on the blanket and like the oriental boy he stroked the hardon that rose from his lap. They were in no hurry as they slowly caressed and masturbated both themselves and each other. My fantasy boy rubbed his own cock head slowly and then ran his hand up and down the erect meat in several slow jerks. He was almost milking precum juices out of the erection. He gathered some of the crystal lub and spread it onto his companion's cock. Both of their hands met on the second boys cock and shared the stiff member. The two naked boys and the tangle of hands was making me harder than ever. I had again started jerking my own meat. Standing in my hiding place I knew I had to walk into that clearing in the woods. I had to join the young men. The thought was enough to push me over the edge. My cock jumped to full hardness as it let go of its load of cum. Creamy pleasure shot from the piss slit and spattered on the bush in front of me. I groaned as my balls tightened and my hot crotch shot a second and then a third time. Cum dripped off the bush and glistened on my fingers. The warmth seemed to fill my body. "OH SHIT!" screamed across my mind. Looking back into the clearing I could see that the boys must have heard my orgasmic moans. They were both quickly slipping into some clothing. My oriental fantasy boy had pulled on his jogging shorts. His jock still laid on the blanket. The second boy had stepped into his briefs and was trying to cram his softening erection off to one side. There was no avoiding it now. I stood up in my hiding place. My own shorts still mid thigh. My cock still in my hand. We looked at each other for a moment and then my dark muscular teen began moving toward me. He was obviously pissed. His friend, abandoning an attempt to put on his jeans, was following. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING MAN?" he screamed as he reached me. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" he screamed again and shoved me backwards. His strength was surprising. His push caught me off guard and with my shorts tied around my thighs I couldn't avoid falling. I stumbled backwards and fell to the ground. I looked up into his angry eyes. "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry." was all I could say. I remember looking at the second boy as he walked up behind his friend and I said it to him also. I sat on the ground with my shorts pushed down and apologized. I found myself staring at their tight teen bodies. The anger had pumped them up and it was exciting to see the anger and sexual tension all colliding in their minds and spilling out into obvious emotions. "GET UP!" he commanded. "GET THE FUCK UP." He repeated. I started to but was pushed back down to the ground. "GET UP!" Each attempt I made was defeated by another push back down to the ground. He turned to his friend, "WHAT THE FUCK PETE; DO YOU BELIEVE THIS SHIT." The second boy hadn't spoken yet but the initial shock was also turning to anger in him also. "YEAH. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING MAN." he chorused. He delivered the next push that sent me back to the ground. Looking at his companion he growled, "THIS FUCK WAS SPYING ON US JAMES." James and Pete. My angry teens were named James and Pete. I felt a nervous laugh escape as I thought, "James. . . how Americanized can you get." In my earlier jerk off fantasy I had imagined all sorts of oriental names and now it turns out his name is James. The laugh only made the boys angrier. "What's so funny you sneaky fuck." said James. "Something funny?" and as I again tried to get up I found my arm gripped tightly. "You think something's funny?" Instead of pushing my down again I found myself being pulled upright by both boys. Pinioned between the two I was now confronted eye-to-eye. "You think spying on us is funny?" demanded James. "You think hiding in the bushes and spying on us is OK?" James looked toward Pete and then back to me. He pushed again but this time his push sent me stumbling toward the clearing in the woods. My shorts were now down to my knees and their tightness tripped me. I slipped from their grip and started to fall. Both boys again grabbed me. Their strength was surprising as they kept me from hitting the ground and directed me to their blanket. "I think we ought to teach you that spying on people isn't real nice." threatened James. I was no match for these two young men. Together they had no problem keeping me from fleeing. A few more pushes and I was at their blanket. "I think we ought to teach you real good." One more push sent me tripping over the fallen tree trunk that had originally concealed James' blanket stash. I was again on the ground. I tried to scramble back to my feet but it was impossible. "Lean him across the tree." commanded James. "We'll show his how Peeping Toms are treated." Pete grabbed my hands and pulled me across the fallen tree trunk. He straddled me, turned me face down and sat down. Naked except for his underwear he pinned my across the tree trunk. My own shorts were now around my ankles and prevented me from giving them much of a struggle. James had appeared in front of me. He held the jeans that Pete had stripped off only minutes ago. He was pulling the belt through the loops and in a sweep of his hand it was free and hanging near my face. James stepped to the side and out of the corner of my eye I picked up the motion as his arm rose and then fell in a quick snap. The belt lashed at the cheeks of my ass and bit sharply into the flesh. "Ouch!" hissed from my mouth. A second stroke lashed at my butt. I again cried out in pain. "Shut the fuck up, man." warned James. He stood in front of me and was threading the loose end of the belt through the buckle. It formed a slip noose. He approached me. "Don't fight it man!" he warned. The noose slid over my head. I felt it tighten around my neck. I was leashed like a dog. "Get up!" was followed by a sharp tug on the belt. He stood behind me and repeated, "Get up!" The young caucasian male that had been sitting on me stood up and freed me. I slowly pushed myself up into a kneeling position. James, the Oriental boy tugged backwards, almost pulling me over. I reached for the loop around my neck. "Keep your hands away from that buddy or I'll tie them behind you." I obeyed. I knelt there, my t-shirt ending at the nakedness of my waist, my ankles tangled in my running shorts that had almost fallen to the ground. My cock was heavy from excitement. The tormentor behind me was out of sight but his companion stood before me. His tight teen body pumped with excitement. Sweat ran down his chest. His cock was still trapped in his briefs that he had hastily pulled on when they discovered me peeping in on their jerk off session. "How �bout it Pete, want a blow job from this guy?" said James. His hand slid up the belt leash and stopped when it hit the buckle. He pushed forward and tightened the noose at the same time. "Right mister! You'd be happy to give Pete a blow job.", he said, pushing me toward his buddy. My face was shoved into the young man's crotch. Sensations flooded my mind. The heat against my cheek. The musky odors trapped in the briefs that had held his cock and balls. The helplessness. Another shove told me that James wasn't kidding. He was ordering me to do what I had only dreamed about. I looked up along the young body that was inches from my face. I felt Pete's hands cradle my head and pull me toward himself. My lips parted and I kissed and sucked on the hardening cock in its cotton package. It throbed against my mouth. My wet mouth tasted the precum that was also soaking the young man's underwear. I nibbled at the fly, the double layers of cloth rich with flavor. I licked at the leg opening on his briefs, that border between the white of the fabric and the tan of his hot skin. I felt the downy hair on his leg tickle my lip. "Suck him man!" ordered James as he again pushed my face in to his buddy's crotch. I reached up for the waistband on Peter's briefs.. ==== HANES ===== HANES ===== HANES ===== was printed again and again where my fingers touched. I pulled down on the front of the underwear. The fine line of hair that started at Peter's belly button widened out as the teen bush around his cock showed. Peter was impatient. His hand joined mine in pushing down the briefs. His cock came free. It stood stiff, pointing straight at my chin. I drop of precum glistened on its tip. It moved with each pulse of excitement, getting harder each time until it now pointed at my lips. Peter's hands let go of his underwear, allowing the elastic to snap tight under his balls. He again touched my head and guided me toward his cock. My lips opened and welcomed his youth. It was warm against my tongue as I sucked it deep into my mouth. I let it sit motionless and tasted the richness until Peter started humping his hips and fucking my mouth. I sucked in time with his excitement hoping to make it last a little longer. My own cock was now feeling a second warmth of arousal. I realized that James no longer had a tight reign on my leash. In fact he now stood next to his buddy with his running shorts down and his own hard cock crying for attention. Two of them side by side. Peter, wet with juices, his balls tight from excitement and the elastic waistband that pushed them up and seemed to offer them to me. A nest of soft brown hair covering them. James, just as hard but without the glisten of juices from my blow job. His pubic hair was black and shiny. I sucked Peter's cock one long stroke and allowed it to pop from my mouth. I turned towards Jame's erection and licked the head. It was amazing. A whole different taste. I began alternating between both boys. I started using my hands to fondle their balls and jerk the base of their cocks. I allowed my fingers to probe that special place deep behind their balls and was pleased to feel each open their legs wider. I reached between their legs and cupped the cheeks of their ass forcing them to stand closer, their hips and legs rubbing each other and their four hands rubbing my head and neck as well as their buddy's body. Peter came first. He moaned and humped harder. His teen cum filled my mouth. I tried to swallow it but some ran down my chin and onto my neck, soaking into the t-shirt that I still wore. I held him in my mouth for a minute and felt him soften. I continued to jerk James and then again turned my mouth to him. He came in only moments. His final thrusts were deep into my throat. His pubic hair rough on my face and his balls slapping my chin. I almost gagged as his cum spilled out of my lips and joined the wet puddle that his buddy had left at the neck of my t-shirt. They both stood there, side by side. Their glistening cocks still large from excitement but no longer hard. I gave each cock a final suck. I pulled my t-shirt up at the bottom and wiped my face and neck. "Take it off." said James. I looked up in confussion. "Take off the shirt and the shoes. Your socks and shorts too." I slipped the shirt off over my head. I waited a moment and James orderd, "Your shoes and shorts too. And don't forget the socks." I unlaced my running shoes and slipped them off. The socks were next. I sat back onto the ground, my own unsatisfied cock hard and pointing up, and slid my shorts off. "Stand up." he continued. I stood and faced them, naked and embarrassed but still excited. He reached for my jogger "dog tags" that still hung around my neck. He grasped them and pulled roughly, snapping the chain. "What are these?" "My ID." I answered. "In case I get hurt or something while running." He examined them for a minute and looking up he ordered, "Get out of here." I started to reach for my clothing and only got as far as starting to lean over. A strong push sent me sprawling on the ground. "Get out of here. Now!" "But my clothes." "Get out of here. Now!" I knew they had me. I backed away from them toward the path to the clearing. I tried to hide my excited cock as I moved into the woods. Looking back I saw the two young men standing there, James naked and angry looking, Peter still with his underwear around his thighs and as determined as his friend. I ran. My feet felt each stone. About half way back to the canal I reached a spot where I could hide until dark. I figured that I would be the only way I could make my way back to my house. I hoped to find something to wrap around me even if it was only an old rag. It was also a chance to jerk off and take care of the hard on that I had. As darkness approached I heard noises on the path. It must have been my two tormentors on their way home. I waited until I was sure they were gone and returned to the clearing where I had been discovered. It looked as undisturbed as when my fantasy boy had first entered it this afternoon. I checked behind the old log but the bag with the blanket was gone. I looked around the clearing. I spotted my t-shirt. It was in a sticky pile where I had left it. It was covered with the juices of the afternoon but it was better than nothing. I pulled on my t-shirt and stretched it down as far as the material would allow. Partially clothed, I worked my way home. I managed to make it to my door without getting arrested. The hidden key got me in. I ran a deep hot bath and stripped the cum covered shirt off. Easing my self into the tub made my body relax for the first time in hours. I found my dick getting hard and started to soap it and jerk off. DING-DONG "Shit." I thought. "My door bell. At the worst fucking time." I got up from my warm bath and wrapped a robe around myself. Walking to the door I looked through the peep hole. IT WAS JAMES AND PETER. DING-DONG It rang again. I opened it with my foot against the bottom. Light from inside spilled out and lit James face. "We had you address from your dog tags." he said holding them up on their broken chain. "We wanted to make sure you got home O.K. Figured we owed you an apology." I stood silent. I didn't know what to say. "Can we come in and may be make amends?"... (to be continued) Chapter II I let James and Peter into my home. I was thinking how foolish I was being but the lust and excitement won out. They smiled and each put a hand out as if to shake. I felt a tingle as I gripped James and then Peter's hand. The greeting seemed genuine and warm. "You surprised us this afternoon. I think we may have over-reacted." said James. He reached into a gym bag he was carrying and held out my running tags in an apologetic way. "But Peter and I got to talking after we left you and thought we should apologize." I took the tags and said thanks. Peter looked much the same as earlier in the day. His casual clothing hung loose on his teen body. James was very much the proper asian now. No jogging clothes but instead a white shirt, open at the neck showing a flash of white t-shirt. His pants were dark and soft looking. Both boys showed a partial hard on in their pants. "I guess we interrupted you. Sorry for getting you out of the tub." My wet hair and robe had given me away. "We're glad you got home o.k. We figured if no one was here we'd go look for you on the canal." "No I got home. A little embarrassed but safe." "We figured if you didn't make it home someone would have been worried and start looking for you." "I live alone." I said...and I was sorry as soon as it came out. James looked at Peter and then at me. "We sort of figured that too. In fact, Pete and I were wondering if in the cooler weather we can sort of meet here instead of along the canal." I was confused. These were two hot guys who had just made my afternoon embarrassing but erotic. They scared me but aroused me. I said nothing. I just looked back at James and Peter. "You can give us a key if you want." I still did not reply. "And we could give you a new chain to replace the one we broke." "I don't think so," was my weak reply. Both boys moved closer. James reached and touched my cheek. His hand traced a light line from my ear to my jaw and down my neck. His single finger now continued to my chest and then robe. He circled my chest and then moved to a nipple. A sigh escaped my lips as his finger circled my hardening nipple. "Are you sure?" My robe began to open and more of my chest was exposed. Peter now touched me. His hand slipped down my back and reached my terry cloth covered buns. It paused at the small of my back and then continued down to caress each cheek. First one then the other. Back and forth. "It would be so nice for all of us," said James. "You wanted to watch. We'll let you." My heart was pounding. James ran his hand down my chest and peeled open my loose robe. My cock actually shrank instead of getting hard. He looked directly into my eyes as his warm hand cupped my retreating manhood. "What do you say? Want to watch?" he asked as he grabbed my cock and pulled on it. I was still reluctant. "Yes." I answered "Yes What...." "Yes please." "Will you give Peter and me a place to meet during the cold months?" asked James. "Yes..." I hesitatingly promised. His fingers now gripping my cock and pulling gently, then relaxing, then pulling again. "I like your name." James said, indicating my name on my runner ID dog tags. "Chuck, as in fuck." He let go of my cock and stepped back one step. "You have to stand right there. You can't touch. Watch but don't touch." My cock was coming out of hiding. I reached to touch it... With a karate quickness James smacked my hand away from my cock. "No touching. That means you too." I was stunned. My robe slid from my shoulders and I stood naked in my own home with two young guys who hours ago had done quite a job on me and now I was again being used. I knew it. I liked it. James turned to Peter and kissed him. Their lips becoming wet. They pulled close to eachother and then turned and looked at me. Smiling, Peter turned back to James and kissed him again. Their hands exploring each other. My cock had hardened as I watched. My breathing had become shallow and nervous. James unbuttoned Peters shirt, grinning first at Peter then turning and grinning towards me. The two young man strip tease was making me reach full hardness. James slipped Peter's shirt from his shoulders and let it drop to the floor. He touched each of Peter's nipples and then slid his hands up to Peter's neck, pulling his lips close. They kissed again. James' hands ran down Peter's back and rested on his teen waist. Peter's white underwear waistband showed above his jeans and contrasted with James' warm looking almond hands. The waistband advertised Hanes again. It was a repeat of my first glimpse I had earlier in the woods. Over and over on the white elastic ... ==== HANES ===== HANES ===== HANES ===== Peter now reached for James' shirt. He unbuttoned the starched white dress shirt and pulling the shirt tails from the dark trousers, stripped it from James. The T-shirt quickly followed leaving James naked to the waist. His smooth Asian chest tapered to a tight waist. The skin seemed to radiate warmth. He wore Calvins!!! The dark black waistband with its bright white letters told me that. A fine dark trail of hair pointed down from his naval. Peter bent over and unlaced his sneakers. He pulled them from his feet and then slipped the white cotton socks off. James only needed to step out of his Docksiders. Both boys now faced me and began removing their trousers. In unison they stripped. Stepping out of each pant leg and dropping them on the pile of clothing collecting on the floor. James was wearing boxer briefs. The cotton legs reaching down his solid thighs and swollen with a growing tube of his teen cock. James cupped his package and smiled. Peter reached for his own cock and balls that were stretching the white cotton pouch of his briefs. His smile matched James. "You like it?" asked James, pulling on his package and then adjusting his cock. I nodded and my eyes moved between the two young men. James again reached into his gym bag. He pulled out a jock. It was obviously the jock that he had worn that day. He let it hang from a single finger as he extended it towards me. "Put this on Chuck." I took the supporter. It was cool and tangled as I stepped into it and pulled it up over my hard cock. My balls and cock filling the pouch that James had filled earlier that day. "Let your cock stick out the top.", instructed James. I did as he asked and let my cock poke its head out from behind the wide elastic waist. He again reached into his gym bag and pulled out a gold necklace. The links of the chain were heavier than the thin chain that had held my runner ID tags and a small padlock, the size of a dime, was attached where the clasp would have been. James approached me and placed the chain around my neck. The little lock clicked closed. "You could easily break this necklace and take it off. But if you choose to do that Pete and I will never come back." Peter now stood behind James. My two underwear clad teens again smiled at me. Peter reached around James and casually traced the curves of his buddy's chest and shoulders. Peter's hand worked its way down James body, touching his navel and then stopping at the Calvins. Peter paused for a moment and then slipped under the waistband and touched the thing that I so badly wanted to touch. Peter pale arms circled James from behind and formed a "V" as he toyed with James' cock and balls. James pressed back into Peter and tilting his head backwards the were able to kiss. "Would you like to help us finish undressing?" asked Peter. He used his hands to now pull the waist of James' boxerbriefs lower. Showing a dark bush of glistening Asian pubic hair. Teasing me by almost exposing his buddy's cock. "Yes." I answered. "Yes, what?" demanded Peter. "Yes, please." "What?" "Yes, please, sir." "That's right Chuck." Peter now stepped from behind James and approached me. He reached and gently grasped the necklace. Pulling lightly he led me to James. A downward tug made it obvious I was to kneel. I was inches from James' black Calvins. His cock and balls bulged toward me, twitching in anticipation. Peter was at my side. I turned and looked first at his swollen pouch. I looked up at my teen "guests" as they towered over me. My hard cock ached with excitement, still pinned to my belly by the supporter's waistband, it began to ooze crystal clear precum. James and Peter faced eachother and kissed. I looked up as their lips touched in a passionate wet kiss. They paused and looked down at me for a moment before returning to their foreplay. I found myself reaching for my aching cock. I touched the head as it poked out of its elastic prison. Precum oozed from its tip. I moaned softly. A slap to my head and cheek snapped me back to reality. "Don't touch!" ordered James. A tear found its way down my cheek. "You don't pay attention," warned James. "Turn away and put you hands on the floor." I turned away, still on my knees. My hands reached out and I knelt on all fours on the floor. James moved to his gym bag and produced a triangular flesh colored butt plug. It was twice the size of a finger. He held it to my mouth. "Suck on this Charlie." He ordered, pressing it to my lips. "Lube it up good so it won't hurt." I opened my mouth and felt the hard invader. I knew he meant to shove it up my ass and tried to coat it with moisture. He worked it in and out several times. I could feel Peter standing between my legs and feet. His hand was petting my exposed ass cheeks. His fingers slid under the leg straps of the jock and moved toward my trapped balls. He gently touched my puckered hole. "You must learn to listed Charlie," lectured James. "I think this is ready Pete," as he handed the spit lubed plug to his lover. "Let's see if it fits." James squated down before me. He reached and cupped my face with his warm hands. Tilting my face up to him he gently kissed my tear streaked cheek. "Will you listen Charlie?" he asked. "Yes," was all I could say. "This is only the start Charlie. Do you understand that?" I again answered, "Yes." I felt Peter probe my ass with the plug. It pressed firmly against the ring of muscle. A feeling of fullness came over me as it entered my ass and filled my bottom. I moaned again. My head dropped in embarrassment and shame. James moved closer. Still squatting before me he pressed his Calvin covered crotch into my face. "Breath deeply," he ordered. "Smell my sex." I inhaled. As my breath filled my lungs Peter pressed one final time and seated the butt plug deep in my ass. My breath escaped in a rush. A wave of pleasure flooded over me. I tightened my cheeks trying to pull the plug deeper. Peter was still behind me. He leaned over my back and pressed his own cotton covered cock against my buns. James leaned toward Peter and they again kissed above me. My face pressed against James' hard cock and my ass and back of my thighs warmed by Peter's presence. They kissed again and then parted. They held each other and rolled to the floor. Both teens stripped each others final clothing off. Peters white cotton briefs were pushed down his legs and they off. James' black boxer briefs followed. Naked and on the floor in front of me they embraced. Turning to a classic 69 they tasted each others cock. Precum glistened on both their cocks and faces. Their lips were wet with their teen excitement. The mutual blow jobs didn't last long. Peter came first, shooting his hot cream between James' lips and onto his cheeks as Peter's cock exploded. James was right behind him. The cum on his lips seemed to trigger his own orgasim. He humped Peter's mouth as his oriental face tightened in pleasure. His cock never left Peter's mouth. They lie there for a moment. Peter gave a final suck on James' cock and let it pop out of his mouth. Rolling toward me James asked. "Did you enjoy watching?" "Yes." "We want to come back again." "Yes," was all I could say. "Come here and clean us up Charlie." I crawled toward the tow naked, spent young men and hovered over them. I dipped my head like an animal at a watering hole a liked a streak of cum from James' face. I kissed his lips as I tasted his buddy's semen. Peter reached and pulled me to him. I kissed his warm cum covered lips also. The tastes mixed in my mouth. Peter pushed my head toward his waist. I felt the fine hair on his belly rub my nose as he guided me to his soft cock. "Clean me up Charlie." I took his hot meat in my mouth and sucked the cum off him. Peter guided me to James and my lips parted to take his almond colored, glistening cock in. I sucked once. I sucked twice. I hoped to arouse him and suck him off but he stopped me. "Now, now, Charlie. Not this time. His fingers rubbed my head and ran through my hair. Both boys stood up. Their soft, spent cocks still half hard. I started to also get up but James stopped me. "Not yet. Stay there." I continued to kneel as the boys slipped into their underwear and street clothes. When they were fully dressed James went to his gym bag again. He pulled out a small video camera. Pointing it toward me I saw a small red light come on. "You can jerk off now," he directed. I hesitated a moment but then did what he wanted. I slipped the jock down enough to let my hard on out. I sat facing them and spread the precum lube down my hard shaft. I worked the head into a purple glistening knob and within moments shot a load of cum all over myself and the floor. "Very good Charlie." He placed the camera back in the gym bag. "I want to leave that butt plug in. Tomorrow you'll jog at 4 in the afternoon. Peter and I will be there. If you can show us that the training plug is still in place we'll come back here." I looked at James and then Peter. I wanted this. I answered, "Yes sir." (to be continued) Chuck Root cr_nj@hotmail.com _______________________________________________________________ Get Free Email and Do More On The Web. Visit http://www.msn.com

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From: duster_15@hotmail.com (D.G. Ross) Subject: STORY: Lord Kinzuburo's Gift (M/b Bond Con) Date: Sat, 07 Feb 1998 06:35:27 GMT Approved: moderated.stories@bigfoot.com Keywords: Xmb Xbond Xcon This tale is a fiction, intended solely for the enjoyment of responsible adult readers. It is copyrighted by its author and may not altered in any way. It may, however, be archived in its present form and with proper credit to the author. Lord Kinzuburo's Gift by D.G. Ross Buto-san the Poet finished his dish of rice and fish and set it on the mat beneath his stool, his eyes on the boy who squatted before him and finished his own bowl of food. Not since his poem on the old emperor's birthday had he received such a gift, and he felt warm gratitude to Lord Kinzuburo for the delicious food as well as this more costly and precious gift. Once more he scanned the Lord's gift-scroll, confirming his good fortune yet again. Jikki was the lad's name, and the scroll mentioned "special skills." He remembered the jovial face of Lord Kinzuburo after the recitation of the long poem of praise and the wry smile of the Lord as he handed Buto-san the scroll and gestured to the boy kneeling to the left and slightly behind the rotund Lord. And now he was alone with his gift in a small but neatly furnished guesthouse just outside of the gates of Lord Kinzuburo's castle. The boy noticed that Buto-san had finished his meal and put down his own bowl. He turned so that, still squatting, he faced his new master. He bowed so that he seemed almost to be speaking to the floor mats. "Would my master desire me to dance for his entertainment?" Yes, Buto-san thought, nodding assent to the boy, that might be amusing. The boy stood and dropped his robe into a puddle of rich cloth at his feet. He wore only the skimpiest silken loin-cloth. His body was small and slender, but strong, with well-defined if youthful muscles, a broadening chest, and a narrow, muscular waist. The boy knelt and opened the gold and silver brocaded sling-bag he had brought with him from the castle. He took from it several onyx jars, their carved lids held in place with embroidered leather straps. Opening one, he took some of the contents and began to smear it onto his body. He rubbed the scented oil into his chest, shoulders, arms, belly, and legs until he glistened and shone in the dim light of the guesthouse. And then he began to dance for Buto-san, the scent of jasmine filling the warm room. Not since Madam Yonawa's house of delight on the river bank at Tanada had he enjoyed the performance of an oiled dancer, and that one had been an athletic girl from the northern provinces. Later, in his room, the girl had furthered his esthetic appreciation of her athletic abilities. Perhaps it was the plum wine, but Buto-san was surprised at how pleasant he thought the boy's body seemed to him as the lad turned and flexed before him. Yes, it must be the wine, he thought, as he felt familiar warm stirrings in his loins. The glassy-smooth body of the boy moved before him in the light of the oil lamps, glinting and shimmering with the sweet-smelling oil that covered him, his fine hard muscles lovely in their strenuous play beneath his smooth honey-brown skin. Yes, Buto-san thought with warm satisfaction, what a fine gift the lord had favored him with. The man's warmth was more than mere satisfaction at his good fortune, and a drop of sweat began to make its way down his cheek. At exactly that moment the boy loosed the silk around his waist and, standing on tiptoe and with arms extended over his head, allowed the cloth to fall to the floor. Buto-san saw at once that the boy's member stood stiffly erect, pointing at the beams of the ceiling. How rude and improper, Buto-san thought, but then found the sight strangely interesting. The boy's member was a thumb-and-a-half of taut flesh, with a generous cap like the full, ripe plums of Fu-ki. His small eggs were tucked beneath his shaft. The boy knelt before his new master and threw himself back so that his shoulders were on the floor-mat. He spread his knees and then rubbed his glistening hard-ridged belly with one hand and passed the slippery hand over the pulsing shaft that pointed toward the wall behind him. Buto-san could not help the sudden thrill of pleasure that ran through him when the boy slowly, slowly drew his clenched and oiled fist up along the shaft of his small pleasure-wand. It was most unseemly that a boy would do this obscene thing before a grown man, not to mention a man of his stature, but Buto-san did not rebuke or attempt to stop him. He was entranced by what he was watching. Without bidding, a poem came up to the surface of his mind, like a fish in a moonlit pond. The bedboy glistens under the moon. Is it oil, or sweat? And now the boy stood before him, then knelt once more, and his hands were gently undoing Buto-san's dining robe. He did not resist, and suddenly the man felt the warm evening air on his private parts and he knew that the boy had seen his arousal. He felt both shamed and exhiliarated, but all thoughts of any kind vanished instantly when he felt the small, warm, oiled hand of the lad on his shaft. A slow, gentle, deferential pull from the base to just below the tightening plum brought a sigh of pleasure and lust from the man, and a smile to the face of the boy who knelt before him. And then the lad was up and scurrying about the room. From a corner he dragged a curious apparatus. A long upright board of polished and carved teak supported a low bench-like appendage, on either side of which extended moveable shelf-like supports. It looked more like a musical instrument of some sort than a chair, but the lad extended his hands to Buto-san and gestured that he was to sit in the thing. In a burst of joviality, and impelled by wine and lustful curiosity, he allowed the boy to pull him to the device and sit him upon its narrow shelf. He let the boy pull his robe away completely until Buto-san was as naked as he would have been for the bath. Soft leather straps of red and green, decorated with silk embroidery, hung from the strange chair. From behind him Buto-san felt the boy's small hands on his wrists, pulling them behind him. At first he reacted with resistance, but the boy's gentle, placating tugs seemed so playful that he felt churlish not to play along with this new game. Soon his wrists were crossed and tied securely, high up on his back and behind the teak upright. The leather strap was then affixed to an ornate knob on the back of the chair. Then the boy lifted his ankles and tied them to the back of the shelf-like supports. They were also tied high, his shins now parralel to the floor. Once he was securely affixed to the chair device the boy again kneeled before him. He reached out and pushed at the shelves and they seperated, dragging Buto-san's knees apart until he was widley displayed for the boy's inspection. He could look down and see that his testicles and now half-hard member had no support whatsoever and hung completely accesible between his widely spread thighs. He pulled against the straps and quickly realized that he was completely helpless: the lad's knot-skill was surely at the very highest level. "A good joke, lad! Now release me!" he ordered. But the boy did not move and did not respond. "Did you hear me! Do you need a taste of the whip, you rascal?" But still no answer from his captor. Yes, he suddenly thought, I am this child's prisoner! How ridiculous and unseemly! And then he saw the boy's hand dip into the second onyx jar and felt the hot-cold slickness of his small hand on his member again. It responded instantly to the pleasant touch and hardened quickly in only a few skilful strokes. He could smell cinnamon and vanilla . Another trip to the brocaded bag produced another soft leather strap, this one reinforced with bamboo strips from which dangled a do-nori-ka knot. In a few more seconds the strap was tightly fastened around the base of his manly gear and when the boy pulled the do-nori-ka knot the tightness of the strap caused his member to surge up even harder than before. He gasped involuntarily at the sudden rinse of pleasure that washed over him like an unexpected wave. Now the boy's slow strokes along his tightened shaft were like fingers rubbing a drum-head. The boy skipped behind him and tuned the ornate knob, drawing his wrists up even further. Then a turn or two on similar knobs drew his ankles up higher as well. The tension was, strangely, not unpleasant, and seemed to match the intense feeling in his groin. He felt the boy behind him, reaching around the teak upright and stroking his shoulders and chest. "What are you doing?" he stammered. "What is happening! Tell me! What will do with me?" He felt the boy's fingers in his hair, pulling his head back until their cheeks touched. And then the boy's lips found his and kissed him deeply and wetly and he felt the lad's small tongue probe into him. Kissing was extremely daring, almost painfully personal, even violative, but Buto-san could not resist the stabbing of quick hot pleasure that the illicit contact gave him, even against his will. His member surged once again against its imprisonment. Now the boy's lips were on their way to his ear, his hands still moving on his chest. The boy's slippery chest was against his bound hands and his hard thigh pressed against his ribs. Then he felt the boy's lips against his ear and heard him whisper but a single word. "Torture!" There was a long pause before he continued, his sweet breath carressing the bound man's cheek. "My master...my old master...has ordered that I torture you. In ways that I am expert in. Exquisite torment! You will see!" Buto-san felt both fear and something else, something strange and new. Something he could not define. Another fragment slipped unbidden into his mind. The slave captures his master. O, strange night! Night of agony and smiles! LORD KINZUBURO'S GIFT : Part 2 By D. G. Ross The whispered word sent a thrill of fear through Buto-san. Torture! The word itself was a blunt weapon against his confused senses. Would he? This boy? This child? Would he do such a thing? He pulled at the soft leather that held his wrists taut behind his back, and at the straps that bound his ankles to the chair-rack to which he had been affixed. They were as unyielding and obdurate as the smiling, handsome face of the boy who watched him for his reaction to what was happening to him. "But why?" he asked. "Why would you... torture... me?" "The Lord wishes it," was the boy's shrugged answer. And then he added, with his warmest and sweetest smile, "And I wish it, too!" Buto-san's heart sank. He was helpless. Whatever this imp choose to do to him, he could. There was nothing he could do to stop it. As if reading his mind, the lad spoke again. "If you promise to do what I say, you can avoid the torture." Buto-san leapt through the suddenly opened door, "What would you have me do?" "You must swear that if I free you, without torture, you will write a poem about Lord Kinzuburo." "But... I have done that already. A fine poem. You heard... tonight..." Buto-san stammered. "No. This one will be different. In this one the Lord will not be a hero, but a stunted and ugly toad. Will you write this poem for me?" the boy cocked his pretty head, waiting for the poet's answer. Alas, the door had not opened into the light, but upon a foul chamber, a place of death and even worse. "No. I cannot. I will not. No!" Buto-san answered. The boy came close to him, ran his small finger down along Buto-san's chest, now steadily slickening with sweat. "Then... Then, I shall torture you until you agree to do what I say!" and the boy returned to his brocaded bag and brought back a handful of objects and spread them out as if for Buto-san's inspection. Before the poet could ask about the objects the boy squatted once again between the man's legs and began to run a single finger up and down the shaft of the man's confined member. The unexpected touch sent hot splinters of pleasure through the man's bound body and his shaft swelled in its prison of bamboo and leather. The boy shifted himself so thathe could cradle the man's hanging stones with one hand while he took the shaft in the other and stroked and squeezed it with careful, oiled fingers. With the fingers of his other hand he lightly and delicately carressed the man's testicles. Despite himself, Buto-san let out a hiss and sigh of pleasure and looked down in time to see the boy's grin of satisfaction. He resolved to try not to react to the boy's ministrations, not to give him that satisfaction of control over him which he seemed to enjoy so much. But it was a terrible struggle: the boy's hands were skilful and cruelly patient and Buto-san had never felt such unrelentingly intense pleasure before. Jikki shifted his strokes from the shaft to his prisoner's swollen acorn, taking it in his small hand like a ripe fruit and squeezing and turning it as if meaning to wring from it its juice. In spite of the confinement of the device strapped to his member, Buto-san felt the rising of his seed and knew that in a matter of seconds, strap or no, his steaming essence would spurt forth onto his captor's chest and he would have the relief he craved as nothing he had ever craved before. Without taking his proobing eyes from his captive's pleasure-contorted face, the boy stopped tickling his stones and placed a single finger behind them, feeling for the little bulge and the tremor it sent forth just before the release of a man's creamy pearls. Feeling the delicate tremble, the boy quickly took his hands away from the sufferer and squatted on the floor with his hands on his shining thighs, watching the man's reaction to the sudden withdrawal of delight. The sudden absence of stimulation was maddening to Buto-san and he pulled violently at the straps that put him at the mercy of such fiendish cruelty. He wanted to beg the boy to give him the release that he needed so badly, that his imprisoned body cried out for. But he knew that to do so would dishonor him. And he also knew that the boy would do nothing for him until he relented, until he had broken under the boy's tormenting hands. He would not break. He could not. No matter how badly he wanted what the boy could give him, he would not dishonor himself by agreeing to the conditions the lad had set. And then his thoughts were broken by the boy's voice. "Swear to write the poem and I will give you what you want, and more-- so much more," he said the sweetness of his smile a taunting mockery to the helpless man. "No!" Buto-san said. "Never! I will never betray my patron!" Buto-san answered, hoping that his desperate lust for what the boy promised was not too evident. But he could not help thinking how easy it would be to say that he agreed to the boy's terms and thereby receive the final bursting pleasure he wanted so badly and then to repudiate the oath and have the boy, his torturer, at his mercy for a just and lengthy revenge. He could even imagine the boy's thin wrists in his hands as he bound them with the very thongs that he used on him. Oh, sweet and delicious! But no, he could not. His honor would not allow him to use such a churlish and repugnant subterfuge. He must endure, no matter what. "Then," the boy said "it must be the torture!" He opened a small roll of silk and took from it a short, bright candle about the size of his own member. The boy lit the candle from a small oil lamp on the floor next to the chair-rack to which Buto-san was strapped. He held the guttering candle out towards the helpless man. "Speak!" he commanded. "Swear to write the poem!" "Never!" said Buto-san, trying to put more conviction into his voice than he really felt. The first drop of wax fell onto his inner thigh and the sudden stab of pain was sharp but not unendurable. The second fell on the other thigh. The boy moved the candle slowly so that it hovered over the man's throbbing member, held throbbingly upright by the tightly knotted harness. The boy looked into Buto-san's eyes, that taunting smile playing along his lips. "Talk!" he commanded. "Say you will do it!" Buto-san said nothing, but shook his head from side to side and closed his eyes against what he knew what was going to happen. The first drops of wax took him low on the taut shaft and the pain was quick and deep but soon over as the fallen wax cooled. Slowly the boy worked the tiny waterfall of rosey droplets up along the oily shaft until a drip took him just below the acorn. There was a long pause during which the man sucked in his breath and waited breathlessly and then a cascade of three or four molten globules fell onto his glans. The pain was once again quick and much sharper and he tensed and pulled with all his strength against the embroidered straps that held him prisoner. Now the boy had taken his member in his hand and stretched open the little mouth at its tip, bringing the candle closer and closer as he watched his captive's sweating face. "WIll you talk?" he asked again. Again Buto-san shook his head, more slowly this time, and waited for the boiling agony he knew would come. But it did not. He opened his tightly clenched eyes to see the boy blow out the candle and set it aside. And then the boy was kneeling before him and loosening the leather and bamboo harness. He could feel the special knot releasing him, the tightness of his straining member lessening slightly. He let out an audible sigh of relief. It was over! He had withstood the boy's torments! He felt elation. "And now you will release me?" he asked the boy, in as commanding an interrogatory tone as he could master. But his hopes were dashed as swiftly as they had flooded over him. "Oh, no!" said the imp. "You rest a bit, then we will have more fun!" The boy left the room and Buto-san found himself alone with his confused thoughts. His member was slowly and reluctantly subsiding and his stones ached from having had no release. Some of his fear at the sound of the word torture had receded. He was now reasonably certain that there would be no red-hot irons or tearing pincers or roughly extracted toenails. But the items spread out on the floor gave token of new and unknown torments from this skilled lad. Into his mind came the memory of the dread lord of the old eastern province. Poems had been written about his legendary cruelty, and about his torturers: twin boys of about eleven summers whose cruelty and the pleasure they took in it brought terror to the lord's subjects. Public punishments were thus doubly effective, as the poor prisoner not only had to endure a lengthy succession of steadily more daunting tortures, but had to recieve them from mere children in the sight of anyone who cared to witness the spectacle. It was even rumored that when the boys had grown beyond being amusing to their cruel lord, he had them confined in his deepest dungeons and gave them for pleasure and practice to their successors, three young girls whose perverse talents he sought to groom and nurture. But Buto-san did not know if any of this were true. What he did know was how often the minds of young ones could be turned by the strange pleasures of having someone helpless and in their power. He remembered the games of his youth, loud and boisterous war-games in which captured boy-soldiers could expect special and prolonged attentions from their jeering captors. Still, as a poet and a collector of experience and sensation, he had to admit that this ordeal, though unbidden and unwelcome, would give him food for thought in times to come. Also, and he found this hard to admit and even harder to put into words that made sense to him, he felt a curious pleasure in what was happening. So far he had not dishonored himself, not placed himself in danger of Lord Kinzuburo's formidable anger, and what the boy had done to him up to now had not been beyond his ability to withstand. The position into which he been bound was tautly uncomfortable and demeaning, but there was something about it that made it... interesting. He could not think of a better word for it. But his poet's sensibility told him that he must find a better word: "interesting" was so insufficient and even evasive. This was something that required thought. Certainly what the boy had done to his member with his hands was "interesting"! The combination of being helplessly bound, having his weapon strapped up as it had been, the warm, scented oil, and the incredible skill of the boy's careful hands had given him more pleasure--even if unfulfilled--than he could ever remember feeling before. Not even the massage-girls of Tagano had given him such feelings. Did he hear soft voices outside the room, the rustle of sandals on the mats of the porch that surrounded the little house? Before he could be sure of what he had heard the sliding door opened and the boy, still naked and glistening, returned to the room. He moved swiftly across the room and stood before his prisoner, hands on his hips in a caricature of an adult pose of authority. "You have had time to reconsider. Will you write the poem, or will you make me give you more torture?" For some reason that he did not completely understand, Buto-san answered his captor not with a shake of the head or a curt denial. The words tumbled out of his lips almost before he knew he was going to say them. "More torture," he said, and immediately felt ridiculous before the sudden smile of the boy whose helpless prisoner he was. The boy produced a cluster of objects from the selection fanned out before the chair-rack. Two or three slender bamboo rods the size of eating-sticks, bound at their ends with withes of pale green reed. A handful of small circlet-clips whose jaws were made of fire-hardened willow wood with tiny internal springs of boiled bamboo. Placing his selections on the floor between Buto-san's widely spread thighs, the boy inched forward until he knelt between the man's legs. He reached forward and took the man's penis between the finger and thumb of one hand, pinching and twisting slightly. The man felt the tingle of pleasure-beginnings, but closed his eyes and tried to think of something else, anything that would distract him and prevent the boy from having his way with his member once again. The Go-mi-ra epic poem: difficult and long--that was it. He began to recite it under his breath. The boy's fingers continued with their work and then Buto-san felt something warm and wet on his chest. He opened his eyes and looked down to see that the boy was softly licking his right nipple! The strange tingle that this caused seemed to fall swiftly into his groin, joining the boy's working fingers there and threatened to expunge the Go-mi-ra from his struggling mind. And then the boy's small white teeth were taking the stiffening nipple between them and biting down, so softly, so gently. Nibbling, pulling, and sucking, the boy soon had the flesh-bud rigid and taut and with a quick movement he scooped up one of the doubled bamboo rods, spread it apart in the middle and let it clamp down onto the seduced nipple. The pain was sudden and sharp and also fell at once down toward his loins in a cascade of sensation. The boy turned to the other nipple, abandoning his finger work on the man's shaft. In a few moments another of the bamboo pairs was affixed to the left nipple, that had similarily betrayed him under the boy's wet and clever mouth. The lad squatted and watched the man's face as he struggled with the sensations emanating from his chest and loins. The poem began to fade from the captive's mind. The boy next took up a few of the little circlet-clips and began to apply them, one by one, to the loose skin along the front of the man's not-quite-so flaccid shaft. He held the member up with one delicate hand while with the other he clipped one of the little pincers at a time in a line up along the shaft. Buto-san felt the sharp bite of each little jaw as the boy placed them carefully and gently on him. The bite subsided quickly as each clip went on, but as the boy reached the top of the shaft the feelings produced by the bottom-most clip began to change into a dull, sharp ache that slowly grew and intensified, spreading like hot dye in still water. And so on with each higher clip up the shaft. The man felt a quick rush of something akin to panic when he realized that the pain from his chest and his shaft was not causing his member to shrink away as might be expected, but that his unruly post was betraying him once again! The boy leaned back and watched the struggle with enjoyment. Slowly his prisoner's penis swelled and rose to horizontal, pointing directly at his chest. As it trembled and seemed to lose its upward impetus the boy rose quickly and moved forward, his oil-slippery chest against the man's causing a sudden twinge from the stick-clamps on his nipples. He took the man's head in his hands and leaned forward, kissing him wetly on his surprised lips and thrusting his small tongue deeply into the man's gasping mouth. There was nothing he could do, the helpless poet felt the epic slip away from him into nothingness and his member surge up into throbbing fullness, tightening and tensing like a ripe-to-burst fruit. Quickly and triumphantly the boy broke away from the kiss and refastened the bamboo and leather device and once again Buto-san's traitorous spear was captured and pinioned for more of the boy's torture-work. The man sighed in resignation and sagged back against the upright of the chair of torment. After a few more minutes, during which the aching of the prisoner's member became an unremitting affliction, the boy carefully passed a silken thread through the center of each of the cliplets that pinched his captive's shaft until they were all fastened together like the beads of a necklace. He then took a tiny ladle and dipped it into one of his jars of oil, under which he had placed a small oil lamp. He poured the ladle of very warm oil over the man's shaft, dropping the oil onto his helemt and letting it run down copiously until it flowed over his eggs and dropped onto the floor. The sensation of the warm oil poured over his penis caused the man to once again tighten himself against his bonds. The boy put down the tiny basswood ladle and took the end of the silken cord where it emerged from the bottom clip. He tugged at the cord and the generously lubricated clip resisted for a second and then popped away from the man's shaft. The sudden slight pain from the clip turned into a burning spreading sensation as blood rushed to the spot. "Will you talk? Will you swear to write the poem?" the boy asked again, the cord help up in ostentatious display. Buto-san shook his head again and felt the string going taut in the boy's hand. He braced himself and felt clip after clip pull away in a rhythm of rippling pain followed by a swelling tide of subtle torment which caused his member to surge even tighter against the constraints of the confining harness. The last clip gone, the boy dropped the cord, reached down and pulled the knot on the harness still tighter. Then he reached down and gave the suffering man one, two, three, four deep and hard two-handed oil-strokes from base to head and back again. Buto-san felt his seed preparing to leap but at the last moment the boy removed his hands and watched the man's vainly thrusting hips, his sweet child-like smile showing how much he enjoyed his labors. He waited a minute or two, llistening to the man's breathing,and then reached forward again and gave him three more delicious strokes. Buto-san felt the boy's hands on him again and could feel both the firmly grasping fists as well as the independently flexing fingers do their ingenious work on him. The riptide of searing pleasure-pain brought him once again to the threshold of gushing and once again the boy stopped just in time. Another one or two minutes of cooling respite and again a few strong strokes, different this time because the boy reversed his hands. Again he stopped just before the poet was able to spew out his captive pearls. This time the boy waited long minutes for the prisoner's tortured lust to subside. He picked up a cylinder of carved ivory from the floor. It was about the circumference of two man-fingers and about two thumbs in length. Into its hollow center the boy dropped a string of five jade beads, each bead slightly larger than the one before, and seperated from each other by a distance of about three inches of silken string. The last and largest bead rested on the lip of the tube and did not enter it. He held the filled tube up so that the bound man could see it clearly. "The Five Priests," he said. "Will you talk now? Swear?" Again Buto-san signalled his defiance. The boy leaned forward, anointed the carven tube with a generous dollop of oil and then Buto-san felt the tube and the first fat bead on its lip begin to push against his most private place. He expected pain, but there was very little. Skilfully the boy rolled and twisted the tube into him and the feeling--not quite pleasure, but something close--caused his shaft to throb and pulse in its harnessed captivity. As he worked, the boy watched his prisoner's face for reactions and was not disappointed as Buto-san fought the sensations of piercing, twisting pressure. And then it was done: the ivory tube was in place. After a second, the boy deftly rotated and pulled the tube, extracting it from the man and leaving the Five Priests deep in his bowels. Buto-san looked down as the lad did this and saw that his own body was as slickly varnished with sweat as the boy's was lacquered with oil. He raised his gaze and looked into his torturer's smiling face. LORD KINZUBURO'S GIFT : Part 3 By D. G. Ross Now Jikki brought forth a bright red box and took from it a tiny thimble-shaped cone of ivory, a hollow tube like the one that had carried the Five Priests but much smaller, tiner even than the tip of the boy's own smallest finger. He brought the device close to Buto-san's face as if to allow his prisoner to appreciate the delicate workmanship of the little tube. Set into the hollow was a rosette of tiny outward-pointing spines of finely carved bamboo, apparently connected to a little axle of thin wood that barely protruded from the back of the tube. The boy jiggled this axle with his finger showing the man how when this was done the little crown of minuscule spikes leapt outward together in an expanding thorny circle. "This is called the Scorpion," said the boy. Buto-san was puzzled. Why was he being shown this toy with such relish? And then the boy took his throbbing member in one hand and brought the little tube toward its tip with the other. The dull fear of realization rose in the man as the boy used his tongue to put a dollop of hot spit onto, and then into, the slit in the tip of the man's rigid shaft. Swift bright pain leapt into him as the boy slipped the tiny tube into Buto-san's sperm-slit. The pain quickly subsided and left in its place a sense of bursting tightness, an insistent pressure that was constant and demanding. After a brief moment of rest, allowing the man to feel fully and completely the fullness of his private places, the young torturer resumed his work. A pair of metal weights were strapped to the man's testicles and playfully swung back and forth. Then Jikki swiftly removed the bamboo pinching-splints from the man's nipples and almost immediately Buto-san felt the most intense and spreading sensation across his chest. Dipping his head he took the tip of Buto-san's penis into his mouth, clamping his teeth gently but firmly just below the small warrior's helmet-ridge. With his tongue he moistened his captive's glans and then fluttered just the very tip of his tongue back and forth across the little axle. The crown vibrated in its expansion inside the sufferer's imprisoned shaft and before he could stop himself Buto-san let out a sudden gasping cry and felt the straps tighten around wrists and ankles. The boy stopped his tongue, held Buto-san's glans tightly in his teeth and paused for perhaps a full minute. Then Jikki's tongue slipped back and forth across the prisoner's glans and then fluttered the axle again and the man felt the tiny thorns of bamboo do their work once more. The combination of small pain and great pleasure was driving the man mad with sensation. Between applications of his tongue on the Scorpion's activating shaft, the boy lightly and playfully pulled on the silken cord attached to the Five Priests, never more than just enough for the man to feel the pressure and be reminded of the intruders. Each gentle tug of the cord caused his member to swell and at the height of its tightness Jikki's tongue would execute another few seconds of rapid fluttering. Too ripe, The pomegranate bursts! Was he mad, like so many of his colleagues, to have verses pop into his head at such a time? He thought that if he were not already so, the devil-boy would drive him there with his infernal skills! How long this went on he could not say, but after what seemed a very long time the boy ceased his wicked labors and squatted back on his haunches and looked into his prisoner's weary and sweat-streaked face. The man's body fairly quivered and trembled from a surfeit of impossibly strong sensations. He was sure he could bear no more of the boy's diabolical craft. But once again he was allowed a respite from his torment. Deftly the boy used a pair of tiny ivory tweezers to remove the Scorpion. He felt a sudden sharp sting and a gentle pull and it was gone. The weights were then removed from his sagging stones, and the acursed harness loosened around his gear. He felt exhaustion flowing over him and sagged in his bounds, the relaxation of his muscles causing his hands to be dragged still higher behind him. He had long ago lost awareness of the cramps in his shoulders and thighs. And again the boy left the room without a word. Despite the overwhelming overload on his senses, Buto-san felt his mind to be as clear and sharp as a mountain pool. Why was this happening to him? Did Lord Kinzuburo actually suspect that Buto-san might be capable of treachery, the treachery of an ungrateful poet? No poet worthy of his noble calling would use his tremendous powers of satire and ridicule promiscuously. Certainly he had never done such a despicable thing, though he knew of others who had exposed former patrons to literary humiliation. He had no doubt that the boy who was tormenting him in these fiendish ways had no real interest in a poem against his former master. Former master? Was this all a trick; perhaps the gift was a sham, a subterfuge. No, impossible. He knew the look of a genuine gift-scroll and recognized the legal language very well. The boy was his--at least he would be when the lad was through with him! And then like a flash of summer lightning he suspected the answer. With a tinge of craft-guilt he remembered a string of verses toward the end of his tribute poem to Kinzuburo. He had thought them a bit excessive, at the very edge of fawning, having the slightest flavor of incipient insincerity. He had marked them for revision in his small-brush shorthand scribbles but had had no time before the dinner at which he had presented the new work. Could that be it? Could the Lord have been subtle enough, despite the copious flow of strong plum wine, to have sensed the poverty of those words? Could his pleasure-torture at the hands of this perversely gifted child have resulted from a fear of betrayal that he himself had planted with clumsy verses? He felt a sense of rightness, a coming-together, about his insight. He sighed with pained satisfaction: his ordeal was justified because he had brought it on himself. So much for bad poetry! The risk to Lord Kinzuburo was negligible: if Buto-san agreed to the boy's proposed betrayal he would surely be remanded to the Lord's dungeons and the boy would return to his original master. If he proved his loyalty and kept his honor, he also got to keep the Lord's gift-boy. Simple and ingenious. He knew that such a boy would bring a prince's ransom among the perverse but discriminating ranks of the wealthiest nobility and samurai. But the revenge he would have on the devil-child--if he was able to withstand the boy's interrogation--would be worth far more to him than the gold he would bring were he to be sold in the secret pleasure-markets of Edo. Once more he thought he thought he heard muffled voices outside the window on the moon side of the little house. He could not be sure, it could have been cicadas or the rustle of a prowling fox. And then the boy returned, moving silently across the matted floor toward him with the lithe grace of a dancing girl or an athlete. He stood before his prisoner and looked down at the sweating man. "Once more I ask," he said. "Will you write the poem I demand? Or shall I resume my work?" Buto-san had no reserves left. The boy had played on his nerves like a musician and he had no doubt whatsoever that his repertoire of artistry was far from exhausted. He also had no doubt that a man could die from an excess of the creative lad's attentions. So be it: if he was to die of unremitting sensual torment at the hands of this lovely boy, then let it be done. At least he would die without dishonoring himself or his beloved craft. "No, boy, I will never write such a poem. Do whatever you will to me, I will not agree! You may kill me with your tortures, but I will never do what you order!" The long speech further exhausted him, and Buto-san dropped his chin onto his besweated chest. The boy was silent and after perhaps a minute of silence between them Buto-san raised his tired head to see what the boy had in store for him next. But the boy merely stood where he had been, his strong legs parted slightly and his left hand slowly and delicately stroking his rising prickle. Back and forth he worked his oily hand on his thumb-and-a-half of awakening member. Buto-san could see the dark, slick bulb of his acorn peeking lasciviously from the slowly pumping fist. The boy parted his lips in a smile and sighed softly in his growing pleasure. The man's well-developed sense of irony and incongruosness caused him to appreciate the almost humorous ridiculousness of the situation: a grown man, a respected poet who had been received thrice by two different emperors was tied obscenely onto a chair-rack by a boy-child who could not be more than twelve or thirteen summers at most. The child then slowly tortures him with skills he hardly knew existed and then forces his helpless prisoner to watch while he rudely masturbates himself in front of him! Absurd! Absurd, too, was the slowly blooming feelings the poet felt in his own loins as he watched the boy pleasure himself with no hint of self consciousness before him. No! He would not again place his arousal at the disposal of his torturer! He fought to regain control over his unruly sex, but the feelings were relentless and then suddenly and without warning the oil-polished boy stepped forward until his chest was against the man's. Buto-san could feel the hard length of the boy's upright shaft on his chest, moving and undulating in the pressure between his own skin and the boy's hard and slippery abdomen. Up and down and from side to side the boy moved, as gracefully as he had danced for him. When? So long ago it seemed! The boy's hands were clasped behind his captive's neck and he leaned forward without stopping his sensuous thrusting and kissed the helpless man again, deeply, thrusting with his tongue, sucking out the last of the man's resolve and feeling with the satisfaction of a craftsman the tickle of the prisoner's member against his knee as it rose once again in traitorous lust. Buto-san was filled with a combination of desire brought on by the boy and disgust at himself for the feelings that welled up in him unbidden. But the lust won out once again and he felt his tortured instrument rise once again to its fullest readiness for whatever the boy chose to do to it. As if sensing that readiness the lad stopped his movements against the man and dropped to his knees between his prisoner's wide-spead thighs. He grasped the man's rigid shaft tightly at its root between thumb and forefinger and with a swift movement of his head took the swollen bulb of the shaft into his mouth. The sudden hotness took Buto-san by surprise and before he could stop himself he had uttered a single groan of pleasured agony. In response the boy moved his head rapidly up and down and from side to side, at the same time laving and caressing the man's acorn with his tongue. This forced another, louder groan of agonized ecstasy from the captive. The pleasure brought him up toward his climax, but at the same time this delight was so intense that he felt its very power would prevent him from spurting. The boy's swift hands lightly kneaded the poets's tightly-tucked stones and tickled his belly and the sides of his thighs while his head moved up and down and his tongue slipped and probed without mercy. And then it was over! The boy pulled away and once again the imp from hell denied him that which he wanted more than he had ever wanted anything. Curse him! He wanted to reach out and compel the lad to resume his work, but of course could not. Oh, this was indeed torture! Now Jikki was behind him, kneeling again, reaching around his waist with both hands and taking his suffering penis and testicles back into his hands. SKilfully he masturbated his prisoner, varying the pressure and the length of the strokes, turning his hands this way and that, pulling the skin of the shaft taut with one hand while with the other he twisted and kneaded the sensitive flesh. Buto-san felt him lean forward and take one of the fingers of his bound hands into his mouth and began to suck and nibble on it! One of the boy's hands found its way to the silken cord again and tugged on it gently but insistently. In the name of the gods, Buto-san thought, I will die. I am going to die! This boy is indeed going to kill me! Oh, I hope that he does! The boy released the finger from his mouth and spoke to his prisoner, momentarily slackening his work on the straining member that pulsed and throbbed in his oiled hands. "You have defeated me, master!" the boy said. "You are victorious--only... only but speak a few words and I will give you that which you crave!" The pleasure-dazed man could hardly respond, his senses so swollen with the incessant torture of unendurable lust. "What...what words? What words?" he stammered. "You must say to me...'Please, Jikki...No!, you must say Jikki-san! Please release me from torture! Finish me, Jikki-san, please!' This you must say!" Beg? Plead with his torturer? Never! But against his prideful will he heard himself croak the words. "Please!... Jikki..." "Who?" the boy interrupted. "Jikki.. Jikki-san!...Please! Finish me! Please? Now? Finish the torture!" The boy seemed satisfied with his plea and Buto-san felt the small hands resume their amazing ministrations. Nothing he had ever felt could compare favorably with what the boy was doing to him. The intensity, the variety, the seemingly infinite range of ever more heightened sensation threatened to dissolve the man's fevered brain into a useless pudding. And then, after some minutes of this burning ecstasy he felt his sperm stirring and rising powerfully within him. The boy must have felt it, too, because he changed his rhythm almost imperceptibly yet the change was enough to cause the man to clench his fists and pull down hard against the straps that held him to the chair while tensing and flexing his thighs against their restraint as well. So hard did he pull that he thought the chair-rack might burst into a hundred pieces, but it held. The boy removed one pumping hand from his straining member and took up the cord to the Five Priests. A slow steady pull and the first of the oily beads popped out of the prisoner. Buto-san's heart stopped and then the second bead, slightly larger than the first was withdrawn, and the boy's devil-hand brought him up to the first surging spurt just as the third and still larger priest left his body. With a loud cry the man flung his first bolt of creamy pearls across the room--further than he had ever shot them in his life! The fourth priest left his body under the boy's steady pull and the second jet of boiling liquid was almost as powerful as the first, and then the third and the fourth and fifth spews, each shorter and less forceful than the one before. The lad's clever pumping had provided exactly the right pressure and tempo to magnify the pleasure of each gush and now the captive's sperm came in small spurtles and drippled milkily over the boy's fist. The torturer now changed his rhythm still again, grasping the man's shaft tightly just under the plum between thumb and two fingers and setting up a vibration of quick, slight movements that caused his pleasure-throe to go on and on longer than Buto-san had known possible. It seemed that it would never stop, but throbbed again and again deep inside his loins as the boy slowly, slowly pulled the fifth and largest ivory bead out of his captive's bowels, bringing on yet another sluice of unendurable ecstasy. Buto-san felt his iron-tensed muscles relax slightly as the boy slowed the vibrating, thrumming ring of fingers and he slowly settled back onto the chair that his flexing thighs had lifted him from in the passion of his orgasm. He shuddered and trembled uncontrollably for a few moments and then it was over and he was spent as he had never been spent before in his life. He felt the boy untying his wrists and the sudden pain of lowering his fixed arms. The ankles, too were released, and sent a spasm of pain through his stiff body. Somehow the slender lad helped him to a soft mat and stretched him at length upon it, on his stomach. Clever, gentle fingers massaged his soreness and gave him relief and comfort, easing him into a fog of sodden sleep and uncaring. He came up slowly out of his deep sleep and was aware of the growing dawn outside the little house. He turned his head to get his bearings and saw the boy sleeping on a mat near his. He felt strangely energized, fully awake. His mind raced back over the events of the night. Had he dreamed what had happened? The sharp soreness of the familiar morning companion between his legs reminded him of the reality of last night's ordeal. Stiffly he rose to his knees and dog-walked over to the boy's mat. He pulled away the coverlet and looked down at the lovely naked form beneath him. The boy lay on his back, his chest rising and falling with the gentle breaths of sleep, his head turned to the side and his lips slightly parted. The poet inspected him from head to toe, the vee of his torso, the slight pads of his smooth chest with the delicate trough between them, the lovely firm lines of his flat belly, and the strong slimness of his thighs and calves. The boy's member, hairless and with the small stones tucked up tightly against the bottom of the shaft was, like Buto-san's, also erect in greeting to the morning and when the poet raised his eyes from it he saw the boy looking back at him, the slightest smile on the corners of his lips. Buto-san scooped up one of his sandals and stripped away its binding thong. He took the boy's arm and turned him gently onto his stomach. The boy did not resist and his smile did not fade. Buto-san straddled the lad's buttocks and brought both wrists together behind his back, palm to palm, and quickly tied them securely with the sandal thong. Neither spoke. The man reached for the other sandal and with its thong he bound the boy's elbows tightly together. The boy grunted slightly from the pressure, but did not speak nor offer the slightest resistance, holding his hands and arms together cooperatively while the man tied him. Once the boy was tied, Buto-san allowed his hands to roam over the lad's body. He admired the satin smoothness of his unblemished skin and the springy youthful hardness of the muscles of his shoulders and back. The boy lay quietly beneath him, apparently enjoying the feel of the man's massaging hands. Buto-san felt his desire for revenge soften and become blunted by the boy's acquiescent beauty and he found his thirst for vengeance becoming a desire to drive his former captor to passionate desperation with slow and fiendish pleasure, as he had done to him. Unlike the boy's thin pad, Buto-san's sleeping cushion had a frame of black lacquered wood and the man lifted the lad, an easy load, and flopped him onto the cushion inside the frame. The boy lay in the middle of the large sleeping cushion, lying on his bound arms, and looking up at the man who had been his prisoner only a short time ago. Buto-san found the embroidered straps with which he had been bound where they lay around the chair-rack and brought them to the futon. He spread the boy's slender legs widely apart and slowly and carefully tied them at the ankle to the corners of the frame, drawing a low groan from the boy as he pulled his legs out firmly to the frame and tied them off. He paused in the process to stroke the strong thighs and calves of his young prisoner who lay, still smiling, under him with his member bobbing above his taut belly where it throbbed and bounced like a caught frog. The boy spoke for the first time since the night of the ordeal. "What will you do to me, master?" he seemed to taunt the man with his grin, the flash of his white teeth, and a sudden swelling of his tawny-hued chest. Such captive beauty! Golden skin, Bedewed with pleasure! Buto-san felt a surge of gratitude for the generosity of Lord Kinzuburo's gift and forgave his patron for his moments of distrust. But what amazed him even more than that, he felt a sudden mysterious flutter of genuine affection for this clever imp who was now, at last, at his mercy. The poet straddled the boy's slim waist again, this time feeling their warm shafts against each other beneath him as he leaned forward and dropped his head to whisper in the grinning captive's ear, just as the devil-boy had done to him the night before... "Torture!" he whispered, and tenderly brushed the boy's ear with his lips. --- Thus endeth the ancient tale of Buto-san the Poet, and the Gift of Lord Kinzuburo. Thanks to the many kind readers who have sent remarks and encouragement. Comments continue to be most gratefully recieved.

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Date: Sun, 18 Aug 2024 14:36:53 +0100 From: Alexander Grey <alexandergrey2424@gmail.com> Subject: Fag Pledge - Chapter 6 VI I stood in the quiet corridor for a moment, wondering whether I should go back to Zach's room and wait for another brother to summon me. I dismissed this option, deciding that Dominic had meant what he said about going into the house. I walked the length of the corridor to the stairs, weirdly feeling much more exposed and self-conscious about my nakedness on my own than I had at any point until then. I think now that was because up until that point I had been in use, serving brothers. I hadn't had any control over what happened to me, but I had known what was going to happen. Now I was just a naked boy, alone, in a corridor, in a house full of young men, any one or more of whom could appear at any moment and fuck me or hurt me, depending on whether they were feeling horny or sadistic. Zach, and what seemed like the rest of the committee and other senior brothers, had their rooms on the top floor of the house so I could stand at the top of the stairs and look down, seeing the four other landings and a slither of the ground floor below. I stood there for what was probably too long, but I no one appeared, and I couldn't hear any sounds from the rest of the house. I guessed that the brothers were sleeping off last night's party, which I had heard continuing long after I was back in Zach's room. It must still have been early, dawn light was still filtering through the windows at the end of the corridor, but I didn't have my watch on so I couldn't be sure. I took a deep breath and started to descend the stairs, slowly at first, but picking up speed as I went down. For some reason I'd decided that I wanted to get to the ground floor without being stopped by a brother. I had just taken my first step onto the last section of the stairs, thinking I'd done it, when a heavy hand came down on my shoulder and a voice said, `morning Fag. Come with me'. I turned and saw a muscle-bound brother, at least 6 foot 4 inches tall, wearing some scrappy jogging shorts he'd clearly been sleeping in, and nothing else, apart from a shit-eating grin. He had short, black hair and green eyes. There had to be some unattractive brothers here, right? But if there were, I hadn't seen them. `Morning brother, how can I serve you today?' I remembered what Dominic and Henry had said about serving well so I made sure I smiled at this brother -- whose name I thought might be Jasper, or Johnny, or Julian, something with a J at the start anyway -- and tried to sound eager for whatever he had in mind. `I need to piss, Fag. I was just on my way to the bathroom when I saw you. Good timing, eh?' he laughed as though we were sharing a joke. I laughed with him and replied, `very good! I'm glad I didn't miss you!'. As I said this, I sank to my knees and opened my mouth to receive his morning piss. Jasper, or Johnny, maybe Jack, nodded approvingly and pulled his cock out over the waistband of his shorts. Even soft I could tell it was a monster, 5 inches and thick. I knew some guys were showers, not growers, but I suspected this guy was both. This view was aided by a vague memory of a massive cock, glimpsed through cum-glazed eyes, when we were introduced the night before. I was getting used to the feeling of a cock head resting on my lips and cum as its owner prepared to piss in my mouth. I made sure to look up into this brother's face, keeping our eyes locked and trying to convey enjoyment, and maybe a sense of honour and privilege in being able to swallow this man's piss. It was only a few seconds before I felt the warm piss gushing from his piss slit and pouring over my tongue, filling my mouth, and flowing down my throat in an amber torrent. From the volume and intensity of his stream, I suspected this guy had been lying in bed for a while, ignoring the demands of his bladder in favour of 5 more minutes, and 5 more minutes, and 5 more minutes. He let out a short groan of relief and the stream turned to a trickle and then stopped. I closed my mouth and licked the head, making sure I got the last drips. I hadn't broken eye contact all this time and I received a smile from the brother. `Good Fag, either you're learning fast or you're a natural'. He ruffled my hair, either affectionately or patronisingly depending on your point of view, and I could feel him starting to grow in my mouth. I took his cock in my hand, removed it from my mouth and asked him whether he'd like me to suck him off. He considered it for a moment and then said, `Nah. I'm gonna fuck you later and want to make sure your ass is full of my sperm'. Feeling daring, I winked up at him and said `I can't wait'. Julian, I was pretty sure it was Julian now, let out something between a snort and a laugh, patted my head again an turned away. Just as he turned, another brother appeared. `Jason', he said, `there you are!' Jason! His name was Jason! I needed to remember that. I doubted any brother would be very forgiving towards a Fag that forget his name, but after the committee members, all the brothers sort of faded into one long line of cum-spewing cocks. `I thought you were only going for a piss, not draining Niagara Falls!' It was only then that the newcomer saw me, kneeling on the floor. `Oh excellent! You found Fag. A much better urinal'. `Yeah, Fag did a good job with my piss. I'm sure he'd be more than happy to help you, Eddie, wouldn't you, Fag? Eddie's my roommate.' `Oh yes!' I replied, desperate to show that all I wanted to do is please. Edward walked up to me, wearing similar sleeping attire to Jason, though his body slimmer than Jason's. He wasn't a twink, but I wouldn't have said he was a hunk either. Maybe a twunk, or perhaps an otter. He had a hairier chest than the brothers I'd spent the most time with so far. Auburn hair framed a face defined by graceful lines and high cheekbones. Unlike Dominic, Henry, and Jason, Eddie didn't look like he'd been sleeping, but as though he'd just got ready for the day and only happened to be wearing an old pair of shorts. If he played a sport, I'd have guessed it was tennis. His long fingers stroked my hair and the gripped it hard, yanking my head back so I was staring up at the ceiling. I let a short, involuntary cry of pain as Edward stood directly over me, my chin resting on the waistband of his shorts. `He'll take my piss whether he's happy to or not,' Eddie laughed, using the hand that wasn't currently wrapped around my hair to pull his cock out. Unlike Jason, Eddie was a grower, or I hoped he was for his own sake. A cock that was all of one and a half inches popped out of his shorts and he angled it towards my open mouth. He didn't put his cock in my mouth but instead arched a stream from his piss slit into my mouth. With my head tilted as far back as it would go, I couldn't see the start of the stream and so relied completely on Eddie to get his aim right. He didn't always do this, and so droplets, sometimes more than droplets, of his piss landed all over my face, and I could occasionally feel splashes on the rest of my body. When he did get it in my mouth, the angle at which the piss hit my tongue and throat made it hard to swallow, and so I ended up coughing and choking my way through his morning slash, my face getting redder and the task of swallowing as fast as he pissed getting harder and harder. Finally, after what felt like forever, the stream slowed and I could breath properly again. Of course the other effect of Eddie stopping was that a trickle of piss ran my chin, down my chest, and onto the floor, a few drops even hitting Eddie's own feet. `Eugh!' he exclaimed, `stupid Fag! Made me piss on my own feet. Lick it up!' He released my hair and I leapt to obey, apologising profusely for a problem I knew was not my fault. I licked the tops of Eddie's feet, making sure I got all of the drops and trying to convey contrition and eagerness, though I'm not sure tongue managed both these things. `Ha!' Jason let out a laugh. `You can hardly blame Fag for that, Eddie! The way you were holding his head back, it's a miracle more didn't get on you. It's your own stupid fault'. That was the first time I learnt that brothers trying to help me can sometimes make things worse. `I like to see Fag's throat in action as he swallows my piss. Sue me. And if I say it was Fag's fault then it was. Stand up Fag'. I sprung to my feet at once, but no sooner was I on my them than Eddie punched me hard in the stomach. I doubled over winded, and went to one knee. `Up!' Eddie snarled. It took me a moment to regain my breath and stand up. Once again, I was barely on my feet before Eddie had slapped me twice across the face. `Whose fault was that Fag?' `Mine, Sir', I gasped. `I'm so sorry. I was careless and it shouldn't have happened. Your punishment is fair and I'll try and do better next time'. Eddie seemed appeased, smiling to reveal small, white teeth. `You see, Jason. Fag knows what's what'. Eddie clapped me on the arm as teammates sometimes do in sports and gave my arm a squeeze. `fancy playing some Madden before we really have to get up for the day?' `Sure,' Jason said `I still think you were harsh on Fag. If you want to hurt him then hurt him. You don't need to make up excuses'. And with that the two of them turned back to their bedroom, for all the world as though they hadn't just pissed down my throat. Jason might have thought the `punishment' was harsh, but it was clear his problem was with the thin excuse rather than the acts themselves. Alone again on the landing, I darted back onto the stairs before any other brothers emerged from their rooms. At the bottom of the stairs I found myself in a large entrance hallway, with what looked like marble-effect flooring. The front door was right in front of me. For a moment, just a moment, I thought about running straight out of it, and back to my dorm room, where I thought I'd be living this year. People would see me, but I was fast, and a naked guy running across campus can't be too strange a sight in the first few weeks of term, right? I dismissed the idea as quickly as it had come to me. Ridiculous. I didn't need to run away and flee. I had a Get Out of Frat House card I could play at any time, and effects of running or of using it would presumably be exactly the same. And anyway, this morning had shown me that not everything would be unpleasantness and pain here. There was also a bigger problem occupying my mind. Hunger. I hadn't eaten since arriving at the frat house yesterday afternoon. My belly might have been full of three guys' piss, but having that sloshing around in there without any food wasn't exactly making me feel great. I decided to find a bathroom to empty my bladder of second-hand piss and then try and find the kitchen. I located a small bathroom quickly enough and stood in front of the toilet. I looked down at my caged cock, took hold of it and tried to work out how best to piss while trapped. I decided that trying to aim while caged would just lead to a mess I'd have to clean up, so I say down on the toilet seat and prepared to do my first sit-down wee since I was a little kid. Once sitting down I used one of my hands to tuck the whole cock below the rim. I wasn't sure what angle the piss might come out at, so wanted to make sure there were no accidents. It didn't take long for me to start pissing and as I heard the ping of piss on porcelain I began thinking about how me and the toilet weren't so different. I wasn't pissing out water I'd used to hydrate myself, or beer I'd used to get drunk, or juice I'd had as a treat. I was pissing out three guys' piss, just an extension of the plumbing. This thought made me feel cheap and dirty, but it also made my cock strain against its cage, even as it emptied my bladder. Humans truly are complicated creatures. Once finished, I washed my hands and went in search of the kitchen, which again I found without too much trouble. I didn't know how food sharing worked in the frat house, but I was also too hungry to care at that point. I grabbed a banana and poured myself a bowl of cereal, then sat at the table and munched my way through breakfast. As I was finished Carter entered the room. He was built along similar lines to Jason, but as though the designer had looked at Jason and said, `everything needs to be bigger'. He was tall, broad, and heavily muscled, the most herculean man I had ever seen outside of those ridiculous body builder competitions, where men looks like parodies and freaks. There was nothing parodic or freaky about Carter. He was dressed in a tank top, shorts, socks, and trainers. `Sneaking some breakfast, Fag, Tut tut. Those Lucky Charms won't do you any good, and we need you in tip top physical condition at all times', he said, as he pulled a tub of powder out of a cupboard and starting mixing it with water in a plastic bottle. `I had a banana as well,' I replied, holding up the peeled skin rather forlornly. `Bananas are good,' Carter said approvingly, `but the charms are absolute crap. And you are what you eat, so if you eat crap you'll be crap, and more importantly you'll end up looking like crap, which we can't have. But don't worry, I'm here now and we'll soon have you on a nice diet that keeps you healthy, happy, and fuckable. You'll also be joining me for morning workouts, to make sure you don't get flabby. No one wants a flabby Fag'. I looked at it, slightly incredulously. I was 60 pounds soaking wet and had never had a weight problem. If anything, I struggled to put it on when I had made a feeble attempt to hit the gym and build some muscle. I started to say some of this but Carter just laughed. `You struggled to build muscle because it's as much about diet as it is about working out. Stand up'. I stood and he started running his hands over my body, commenting on its shape, asking me to flex or relax so that he could `read' my body. `You're a cute twink, and that's a good place to be, but if you sit in this house getting fucked all day, only leaving for class and 2 hours in the library, and eating shit like this,' he waved the box of lucky charms in my face, `then it won't last. Anyways, this isn't a discussion. I'll create a meal plan for you and we'll work out every morning. We're not going to change your body too much, but adding some definition, toning it up a bit, yeah we'll do that'. He chugged down the mixture of water and powder he'd created and smiled at me. `You're a lucky Fag. People would kill to have me as a nutritionist and personal trainer. Ask Sam and Ben. Now come on, downstairs to the gym and let's get started'. I gaped at his retreating back. This hadn't been in the brochure! But knowing I was helpless to resist, I sped after Carter as he walked towards the door which led down the stairs and into the Chapter Room.

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Date: Sun, 24 May 1998 05:43:05 From: acepecs@usa.net Subject: Nick's Big Pecs 3 I first posted "Nick" (Part 1) to the Nifty Archive almost twelve months ago and had such an encouraging response to the story, I have written a couple of new adventures - Part 2 & 3. Please let me know what you think of them. I am also interested in sharing fantasies, stories or real life experiences with guys who are turned on by big muscular pecs or possess a big set themselves. Write me (Dave) at acepecs@usa.net NICK'S BIG PECS (Part 3) For his eighteenth birthday Nick got a one-way ticket home to Greece courtesy of the Greek government and the national service laws. At first Nick was despondent having to leave his family and friends but he also looked forward to the new adventures he would have in what was essentially a new country for him, having spent most of his growing up years in Australia. As he boarded the bus which would take him and his fellow national servicemen the short distance from the airport to the army base he wondered whether he had the balls to last the two full years required of him by law. He chose a seat by a window half way down the bus and surveyed the other young guys as they too boarded the bus and found seats. All, in Nick's opinion, were handsome well-built young studs in their prime. All without exception carried the unmistakable traits of the Greek race - dark, if not black hair, deep olive complexion, with heavy black eyebrows. In addition, they all seemed to have well developed, chunky physiques, but as Nick observed, none of the boys came anywhere close to matching his extraordinary upper body development, and in particular his superbly muscled pecs. Over the past two years Nick had continued to pack muscle onto his already well built body as well as a couple of stone in weight. The previous summer he had entered and won the teenage Mr Victoria bodybuilding championships which was an excellent result given it was his first ever bodybuilding event. Unfortunately, shortly after winning the title he had strained a ligament in his knee which had curtailed his training somewhat but not his eating, the result being his superbly conditioned physique now had the addition of a thin layer of lush fat over his beefy torso, giving his big muscles a more round, well fed appearance. He definitely presented a very sexy picture dressed as he was in a tight fitting white t-shirt stretched impossibly over his big bulging v-shaped torso. A number of the guys who passed him took a second look and gasped in awe at his sheer size, all of them envious of his development. One guy, bolder than the others decided to squeeze into the seat beside the hulking Nick, and extended his hand. "Hi, I'm Jimmy, what's your name?" "Pleased to meet you Jimmy, I'm Nick". Nick grasped the hand proffered to him and gave it a friendly squeeze. "Wow, that's some grip you got there fella," Jimmy said, rescuing his hand from Nick's vice-like grip. "That's sure some build you've got there Nick." Jimmy ran his appreciative eyes from the 22 inch biceps over to the heavy rounded pectorals on Nick's 54 inch chest. In response to the compliment, Nick bunched and relaxed his huge pecs each in turn sending shockwaves across the huge expanse of his chest, and watched Jimmy's eyes closely for a reaction. He wasn't disappointed. Jimmy's eyes grew wide with amazement and undisguised lust, and he licked his lips that had suddenly become dry. Nick chuckled, almost to himself and reaching for his wallet in his hip pocket, said to Jimmy, "Yeah mate, I've been into bodybuilding for a couple of years now. Even won my first contest a few months back. Like to see a picture of me?" He opened his wallet and drew out a shirtless picture of himself and passed it to Jimmy. Jimmy's hands were trembling as they accepted the photo, his eyes glued to the prize-winning pecs casting a shadow over Nick's taut stomach and the plump dark brown silver dollar sized nipples almost pointing to the ground. "Sure wish I had a pair of pecs that big, I'd have to fight the girls off of them that's for sure." "And the guys, Jimmy. You'd be surprised the number of guys who want to cop a feel of these big mothers." Nick placed his right hand under the sagging bulge of his heavy right pec and plumped it up into a sexy breastlike hillock. "They can be soft or hard," he said. "Put your hand here and feel the weight." He pulled Jimmy's hand over and replaced his own with it. He also bent over slightly so the full volume of pec meat filled Jimmy's hand, even through the t-shirt. Jimmy began to knead the muscle marvelling at the fullness and density. "You might like to watch me work out some time, Jimmy. This place we're going to must have some kind of gym where guys can build their muscles." Nick reached his hand over to Jimmy's arm and gave his bicep a friendly squeeze. "Hey, that's a pretty good set of muscles you're packing there yourself, buddy. Come on, really make it bulge for me. Make it rock hard." Nick didn't have to ask twice. Jimmy really pumped his promising arm muscle hoping to impress his new found, very well built friend. Nick oooohed and aarhed as he felt up Jimmy's arm, squeezing the rock hard muscles, but of course he didn't stop there. Nick moved his massaging hand up over the bulging deltoids of Jimmy's shoulder, and slipped his hand inside the collar of Jimmy's shirt and continued to squeeze and rub the well-developed flesh. "You're really getting warm buddy and I can see you're enjoying what my hand is doing." Nothing could disguise the prominent bulge tenting the front of Jimmy's jeans. With his other hand Nick grasped Jimmy's erection which had now snaked down the inside of his trouser leg, searching for an escape route. He alternately grasped and stroked the length of fattening tube steak. Jimmy lay his head against the back of his seat and closed his eyes. With no resistance Nick's other hand deftly undid the top three buttons of Jimmy's shirt and he slowly slid his hand over the promising bulge of Jimmy's left pec. The skin and flesh was so warm and smooth to the touch, and he could see especially around the cleavage between Jimmy's pecs, a veritable forest of silky black hair was sprouting and fanning out to cover most of the expanse of tit flesh. Nick slowly moved his hand all over the right pec and finally cupped it in his hand, the plump erect nipple wedged neatly between his second and third finger knuckles. Although not nearly as developed as his own humongous pecs, Nick was appreciative of the effort Jimmy had obviously put into building himself up. "I love this fur you're growing here buddy," Nick said, "Sure wish I could grow some." "Check out how smooth and bald my skin is in comparison." With that Nick pulled the bottom of his extremely tight t-shirt from out of his trousers and started to uncover the brown lush flesh of his stomach. Jimmy watched as Nick's hands had to pull the material out and over the enormous bulges that were Nick's man-tits. Here Nick stopped, the tight stretched material resting on the shelf created by overdeveloped pecs and showcasing them perfectly for Jimmy's perusal. "Wowee," was all Jimmy could say as he ogled the big smooth spheres. "Yep, not a hair on 'em, and smooth as a baby's butt." Nick grabbed Jimmy's left hand and placed it on his right breast. "Bit more than a handful aint it?" Jimmy was fascinated with the hot, smooth skin, and the stretched sexy brown nipple. He licked two of his fingers and ran them over nipple and its nubbin, which quickly evaporated and caused the nipple to become hard and pointy. It was Nick's turn to become highly aroused with such attention. Suddenly the guys were shaken out of their reverie by the bus abruptly pulling to a stop at two high wire gates, signalling they had arrived at their destination, "Camp Zeus". Nick quickly lowered his raised t-shirt and tucked it back into his pants, while Jimmy did up the buttons on his open shirt. "We'll catch up later and finish this buddy," Nick said to his adoring friend. The bus screeched to a halt in front of what looked to be an induction centre for new recruits. A steady stream of young guys were coming through the front doors carrying what appeared to be neatly folded pairs of trousers, shirts, jackets, socks and boots all in khaki, and heading for a series of huts lined up side by side, and making a border round what looked to be a parade ground. To the right side of the induction centre stood a flagpole with the Greek flag waving lightly in the breeze of this early summer morning. Nick looked in amazement at the large number of guys occupied and undertaking a variety of different activities. Several platoons of men were marching evenly in time to the strains of military music blasting from loud speakers on poles strategically placed round the perimeter of the parade ground. Every time one of the soldiers lost the timing and put a foot out of place, a sergeant with what looked to be a cane in their hand would bellow at the unfortunate soldier and swat his arse. This tactic seemed to have the required effect as for the most part the marching was perfect. Further on to the parade ground other groups of men were engaged in unarmed combat training, while others were attacking dummies with bayonets fixed to the end of rifles. Nick's eyes were brought back to the inside of the bus, as the front doors of the bus opened and a guy about thirty years old wearing a sergeant's uniform came up the steps and glared menacingly at the sea of attentive apprehensive faces. Nick couldn't help giving the sergeant's body the once over with his appraising eyes and was impressed with what he saw. The sergeant's short sleeved shirt seemed to be hugging his torso like a second skin, showing off his thick muscled v-shaped upper body to perfection. This connected and tapered to an impossibly slim waist and trousers, which flared over thick thighs. "What a hunk," thought Nick, his eyes glued to the promising bulge pushed forward by the extent of muscle on his muscle-stacked thighs. "Right, scumbags," he bellowed. "My name is Sergeant Crackass. You will address me as Sergeant. You are now in the army and you will follow all orders to the letter, given you by your superiors or you will answer to me. Is that understood?' Everyone shouted back in unison, "Yes sergeant." After about ten minutes of instruction giving the platoon was led off the bus and divided into three groups of four and informed they would rotate through three activities which would take up till lunchtime - physical exam, haircut, and receiving kit. Nick and three of his comrades were instructed to proceed to physical exam and were led to the hospital by a young male nurse. Once in the hospital they were led to an examination room. The nurse told them the doctor would be with them shortly, and left the room. The guys didn't have long to wait. A young guy not much older than the four soldiers and dressed in a white coat with a stethoscope round his neck entered the room. "Strip to your shorts, and line up on this line," he ordered. The guys didn't hesitate and swiftly stripped off all clothing, including socks and moved to the line indicated. The doc loved this part of the job. It gave him the chance to legitimately feel up the bodies of every recruit that went through Camp Zeus. The doc was especially attracted to young guys into bodybuilding - those with big muscles and bodies like the camp's namesake Zeus. As he watched the guys strip off their clothes, he immediately took notice of a stunningly handsome young man's body as more and more of it came into view. The doc couldn't recall ever seeing a body quite this attractive. His dick began to stir and end with what he knew would be a full erection in a matter of seconds. The doc watched Nick's big shoulder and arm muscles bunching and quivering as he bent over to untie his shoe laces and gasped audibly as he caught a glimpse of Nick's huge pectorals hanging and swaying from his ribcage as Nick loosened his shoes and began to remove is socks. Once removed Nick stood upright to remove his trousers that hugged his thick upper thighs and beefy bubble butt. The doc was mesmerised by the awesome play of muscles doing such a simple and basic task. Nick proceeded to undo the top button and pull down the zipper, his huge mantits bunching together and accentuating the already deep cleavage between them. The top of his red jockey shorts came into view hanging low on his slim hips as he attempted to peel down the material, which was clinging to his heavily muscled thighs. Again Nick bent over, this time to lift each leg in turn and pull the trousers off. Again his heavy hanging pecs started a sexy swaying motion that had the doc's mouth watering. Finally all clothes were removed and the young men stood to attention on the white line as instructed. The doc perused each body from head to toe in turn starting with Nick. His keen eyes judged the well-built youth to be about 220lbs, most of it weight trained muscle. "What an extraordinary physique," he mused to himself, "with such an abundance of bulging pectoral flesh." His eyes moved to the next guy inline and glanced at his clipboard to read the recruit's name - Harry Kiridou. Harry's muscles in contrast to Nick's were long and lean, such as those possessed by a swimmer. Although a couple of inches taller than Nick, the doc guessed Harry to be a couple of stone lighter. Harry's body again in contrast to Nick's had a light covering of silky black hairs over his torso, arms and legs. The third guy in line according to the doc's notes was Yanni Spero. He looked to be a cross between Nick and Harry, a wrestler's body with nicely muscled arms and legs particularly. The doc was impressed. He lay down his clipboard and moved back in front of Nick. He would start his examination by gently moving his hands over the glands in the key areas of Nick's body, searching for any abnormal lumps. This he explained to Nick and began his massage. The doc started just under the jaw and felt his way down Nick's thick neck and onto the trapezius muscles on Nick's broad shoulders. Never had his hands felt such beautifully developed muscles. He gripped them momentarily and moved his hands to Nick's armpits, and motioned Nick to raise his arms slightly so as to examine his armpits. Thick silky black hair grew in a tuft under each deep armpit, and he inhaled the manly aroma which escaped the open prison - such a rich and heady smell, not rank and unwashed, but clean and fresh. Again he massaged the pits, and feeling no lumps moved his hands around the curve of Nick's out thrust pectoral ridge. Nick lowered his arms, which accentuated the bulk and depth of his huge pecs. The doc stopped moving his fingers when they encountered Nick's super stretched large dark brown nipples. He began slowly running his fingers slowly in circles around the nipples. Feeling nothing out off the ordinary, the doc couldn't resist any longer and cupped as much of the pecs as possible in his hands and started to knead the huge mounds of breast flesh. "You have a beautifully developed chest," the Doc said, finally releasing the lush tit flesh and playfully slapping Nick's right pec with his open hand and watching with enjoyment the flesh ripple it caused. He couldn't wait to do the heart test on this recruit and watch the big stud's body in jogging motion. "I bet the girls go crazy over your body." The doc now moved his hands over Nick's trim tummy and to his sides where he grabbed and massaged Nick's blossoming love handles. "Getting a bit plump here though," he observed. "Haven't been able to work out as much as I'd like," Nick replied, enjoying the Doc's hands on his flesh. The Doc's hands moved to the top of Nick's big smooth thighs. "You must have trouble walking with muscles so thick here," the Doc commented grabbing a large handful of silky smooth inner thigh flesh. "Do you have chaffing problems." Nick didn't get a chance to answer as the Doc's hands suddenly grasped the pouch of his red jockey shorts and started to manipulate his balls. Nick's huge thighs thrust his package forward and the Doc had no trouble in getting a good feel. "I'm sure the girls have no complaints with you in this department either," the Doc said, continuing to fondle Nick's balls through the material, and happy that the weight of the package was increasing with the blood flowing into Nick's slowly engorging cock. The Doc halted his manipulation of Nick's equipment and retrieved his clipboard and wrote a couple of notes and then brought from his coat pocket a plastic glove which he proceeded to put on his right hand. "You can remove your shorts now, I will need to carry out a rectal examination to see that your plumbing is working correctly." Nick was now conscious of his thickening dick and what the other recruits, let alone the Doc might think if he sprang a boner. He slowly began the task of removing his jockeys but was having great problems moving the material over his huge muscled thighs and hunky bubble butt, the material almost had to be peeled like a banana over the flesh, his thickening cock also not assisting. The Doc could see the difficulty Nick was having and knelt before him and helped peel the material down, brushing his hands all over the perfect thigh flesh as he did. This only made Nick hotter than he already was. As the Doc peeled, Nick's beer can cock suddenly sprang from its enclosure and pointed directly at the Doc's face. The Doc's mouth was watering at the sight of Nick's big red knob and his piss slit already beginning to leak precum. Any fun would have to wait till later, he reminded himself as Nick's shorts finally dropped to the floor. He moved to Nick's behind and crouched down on his haunches and balanced himself by gripping Nick's huge upper thigh with one hand while he began to insert the gloved hand into Nick's tight bunghole. The Doc loved this part of the medical check and moved three of his fingers through the sphincter and into the rectum. He enjoyed the warmth and the obvious discomfort it caused the recruits. But Nick was different in the Doc's reckoning, this kid was actually enjoying the sensations his gloved fingers were making. Nick couldn't help hunching his hips forward in response to the Doc's prodding, which had the effect of jerking his cock around in the front and banging from time to time against the hand resting on his bulging thighs. The doc had to stop his examination to see what was hitting his hand. He grinned as he removed his gloved fingers and again moved to Nick's front. "You can replace your shorts now soldier. I have finished that part of the examination." Nick struggled manfully to drag the red jockeys again over his massive thighs. The Doc watched with obvious enjoyment at the sight of Nick's cock bouncing in front of him as the material had to be stretched over the muscles. Finally Nick was able to stretch the material over his bulging cock, the Doc and the other recruits in awe of the episode, and if the truth were known just a little bit excited. "Just one more test to go," the Doc pointed to Nick to move to the treadmill which was standing closeby. The male nurse returned and began to hook some wires up to strategic points on Nick's huge chest. The Doc explained the test would involve Nick maintaining a running rate for the required time so that the fitness of his heart could be tested. Nick moved into position and the treadmill began to move. The treadmill began to move slowly at first, Nick easily managing to keep up. The Doc and the other recruits watched fascinatedly at Nick's unusual walking style, which had to compensate for his huge bulging thighs which, pushed his legs out in a wide movement. Even at walking pace Nick's big overdeveloped pecs had started a sexy swaying motion, the flesh rising and falling with each step. Hercules could not have looked any better in the Doc's eyes as he watched the muscles bunching and relaxing. Gradually the belt on the machine moved to a higher gear, and Nick had to jog to keep up with the increasing speed. He started to suck in great lungfulls of air in an effort to keep up, his huge pectorals ballooning with the blood pumping through his body. Instead of swaying his breasts were now bouncing up, down and sideways as his arms were pumping up and down at his sides and his leg muscles were shaking also. A sheen of sweat was now visible over his big body as the exertion was becoming evident. The machine now moved to full speed and Nick's big muscles responded with increased pumping. The Doc now moved closer to Nick and the machine as he thought he saw some of the wires might be coming loose. Actually none of the wires were loose, this was the Doc's excuse to touch some of this heaving muscle in motion, especially those prodigious, oversized pecs. From the side of the machine the Doc reached his right hand out and cupped Nick's huge bouncing pec in his hand. The weight of bouncing tit flesh was awesome, as the Doc's hand took the full weight of muscle on its downward motion. The Doc was in heaven, but not for long as the machine began to slow to rest indicating the test period was over. Nick was panting with the exertion, his huge tits rising and falling with the great lungfulls of air he was taking in. The Doc helped support Nick by putting an arm around his waist and led him off the machine. Nick was exhausted. The Doc seated Nick down on a chair and watched his huge chest rising and falling for a few seconds licking his lips with his tongue at the prospect of giving those heaving sweaty pecs a tongue bath. Alas he had further work to do, but before moving to the next recruit he moved to his desk and made a phone call to his best buddy the camp's commanding officer, Colonel Arias. The Doc and the Colonel had two interests in common - the first being the appreciation of stud physiques especially those belonging to superbly muscled teenage recruits with over-developed chests, and the second being hot body to body wrestling matches between recruits and officers. Over the years the Doc and the Colonel had organised monthly wrestling tournaments for the benefit of themselves and a select number of fellow officers with a similar interest. Indeed the Doc and the Colonel were skilled wrestlers in there own right and had cupboards of trophies won from their teenage years some twenty years ago. The main reason for the conduct of monthly tournaments from the Doc and Colonel's points of view was to test the strength and feel the flesh of the hunkiest young recruits in their charge. The Doc of course was in the best position to check out the most likely of the new recruits, and pass on their details to the Colonel whose job was to sign them up for the tournaments. The Doc dialled his buddy's number and waited for an answer. After a few moments the phone was picked up, and after the usual greetings, the Doc said, "I've just tested the most beautiful hunk of Grade A teenage beef, with the biggest set of tits that I've ever laid eyes on. His name's Nick Koutsoulis. You'll really enjoy getting the claw hold on this one for sure." "Send him over right away buddy, and I'll have my usual little talk. We'll fit him in to the tournament this Saturday," replied the Colonel. Nick was a little surprised to find out from the Doc that he would be required for an interview immediately with the Colonel. After all he'd only been in the camp a couple of hours, and he'd hardly had any time to do anything wrong. He hadn't even had a chance to get his kit or find out the rooming arrangements. He quickly put his civilian clothes back on and followed the instructions given to him by the male nurse to find the Colonel's office. You can imagine Nick made quite a sight as he left the medical centre to stride across the parade ground to the Colonel's office. He had on a very tight white t-shirt which hugged his huge v shaped torso and disappeared into an equally tight pair of 501's which adhered to his thick thighs and round bubble butt. As he walked his big muscular arms, which were bare to the shoulder hung out from his body, forced out by the huge v-shaped lats. His stupendous mantits hung heavily in their cotton covering leaving little to anyone's imagination as to their size and their power packed potential. He received many admiring and appreciative glances as he strode out, his big muscles bunching and relaxing with every movement. He eventually came to the building housing the command post and was greeted by a young and handsome corporal who led him to the Colonel's office. Nick couldn't help noticing how well built the young guy was, even if his body was covered up with drab khaki fatigues. "You must be Nick, I was told to expect you. The Colonel's waiting to see you. Come this way." The corporal gave two sharp raps to the office door, opened it wide, and stood with his back to it as Nick marched in and stood to attention in front of the Colonel's desk. The corporal retreated through the open door pulling it closed behind him. Nick was left alone in the room bar for the Colonel who was diligently writing a paper, his eyes not having risen from the words he was writing. It seemed like ages before the Colonel finally set the pen down and raised his eyes to take in the view before him. And what a view it was. The Colonel's eyes slowly moved over the body of the young man before him - from head to toe, returning always to the stretched fabric covering Nick's overdeveloped pecs. Nick started to feel uncomfortable because as yet not a word had been said, and was getting the feeling his body was being appraised, not unlike a customer at a butcher's shop buying a choice piece of meat. "Stand at ease," the Colonel said in a friendly voice. "The Doc was right to give me a call and suggest I see you immediately. You certainly seem to have the physical attributes which are required for the job I have in mind for you," the Colonel remarked pushing his chair back from the desk and standing up to his full height of 6ft 3in. He had a certain physical presence about him, which excited Nick, but he didn't quite know why at the moment. The Colonel moved from behind his desk and moved gracefully until he was standing beside Nick and studying the beefy young guy's profile. He then walked slowly round behind Nick and admired the flawless v shaped back and jutting bubble butt. "Have you ever wrestled, son?" the Colonel asked, standing again to Nick's side. "Ah, no sir, Colonel. I mean maybe a couple of times but only fooling about nothing serious," Nick replied awkwardly, wondering where this conversation might be leading. "You may be able to help me out of a spot of bother. We're short of a man for our monthly tournament on Saturday night, and there's no one else available with the physical attributes to with stand a long hard fought bout. I hope you don't mind filling in at such short notice." The Colonel paused for a moment. Nick was unsure how to reply and waited for the Colonel to continue. "You have only been in the Camp for a couple of hours, have you not? You will quickly realise I reward generously those who assist me willingly. Those who find excuses or resist me find their yearlong stay here can be so unpleasant. I hope you understand what I am saying to you Nick." "Ah, yes sir, Colonel. I'd be glad to fill in at the wrestling tournament, whenever you require Colonel," Nick replied, realising that to argue or make an excuse would not be appreciated. And the Colonel was right, to get off on the wrong foot could mean some very unpleasant experiences were in store. And what could possibly be wrong with participating in a wrestling bout? It may even be fun, even if it wasn't a sport he was strong in. "That is an excellent decision my boy. You don't know how happy that makes me," the Colonel said, clapping a large hand on Nick's shoulder, his fingers lingering, testing and feeling the bulk of Nick's bulging trapezius muscle. "How much do you weigh Nick?" the Colonel asked, continuing to appraise the young stud's physical attributes. "I'm normally around 220lb sir, but since my last bodybuilding contest I've put on a few pounds," Nick replied, getting more comfortable about where the conversation seemed to be heading. "Bodybuilding, eh, well you should be strong enough to wrestle," the Colonel said, now moving both hands to Nick's bulging and massive right arm biceps and gripping the muscle. "Tense it for me Nick, let me see how strong you are." Nick curled his forearm and started to pump the bulging muscles with blood, the Colonel's fingers opening their grip as the muscles expanded. "What amazing strength you have", said the Colonel, in awe of the beautifully built young man in front of him. "Take you shirt off son, and pose for me. Show me the muscles which win you contests," the Colonel said, leaning back against his desk and watching Nick closely as he slowly pulled his tight white t-shirt from his trousers. He then crossed his arms in front of him and gripping the fabric at the bottom seam, slowly raised the fabric in a slow and sensuous motion over his belly and lower back, exposing inch after inch of lush brown flesh to the Colonel's gaze. And what a mouth-watering sight it was to the excited Colonel, his cock straining to escape down the leg of his army issue boxer shorts. As the t-shirt was pulled past over his chest, the neck of the shirt caught momentarily round Nick's chin and ears, and the Colonel felt the urge to somehow use the t-shirt to bind the arms and hands of the beautifully muscled young man before him and grasp and hold as much of the flesh deliciously displayed before his eyes as possible. He refrained from this lustful urge and watched in awe as Nick's arms came to rest by his sides, the flimsy thin t-shirt grasped in his hand. "Give me that." the Colonel said pointing to the t-shirt. "Now show me what you're made of. I need to know you're big and strong enough to withstand the punishment that could be handed out to you in the wrestling match on Saturday night." With that invitation Nick raised his massive arms into the classic double biceps pose and spread his lat muscles into the perfect v-shape similar to the head of a cobra. The Colonel was salivating at the thought of licking such a mass of smooth silky flesh, and moved from the desk and slowly walked to the back of Nick and studied the mass of curves bumps and striations the flexing motion was producing in Nick's body. Nick held the pose and waited for a signal from the Colonel that he should relax this pose and strike another, but no signal came. The Colonel was fascinated with the shape and thickness of Nick's muscles and moved is hands to Nick's biceps and ran them lightly over the softball sized bulges and then traced the curve to the bulging deltoid muscles capping the top of Nick's broad shoulders. Such shape and definition the Colonel could not recall seeing on another man. He kept his fingers lightly moving over the young man's flesh as if memorising every hill and valley. He then moved the palms of his hands slowly down the broad shoulder blades to the edge of the lats and moved them up to Nick's warm and hairy armpits, which were slightly damp with perspiration. The Colonel edged in closer to see if he could smell any musky odour emanating from this source and was heartened when a whiff of clean sweat rose to his nostrils as his head came close to the back of Nick's neck. He moved his hands down the broad lats finally coming to rest on Nick's love handles which bulged ever so slightly over the belt around Nick's jeans. The flesh here was slightly soft to the touch and provided evidence to the Colonel that the lad had been grazing well on the fat of the land in recent times. Still the Colonel appreciated a bit of meat on his wrestlers and besides it provided good holding points during contests. The Colonel had still not reached the prize, which intrigued and excited him most - it would come in good time, no need to rush things. He slowly moved his hands to Nick's stomach and caressed the skin covering Nick's trim abdominals and counted the individual knots forming the six pack. This was good he thought to himself, he would need to be able to take repeated punching to this area without fainting from pain too early. Now for the part the Colonel had been looking forward to since this interview had started. "You can lower your arms now and relax your muscles for a minute my boy. You have shown me I hope some of the potential you have of withstanding prolonged punishment." As Nick lowered his arms to a resting position by his sides, and relaxed his muscles, he expected the Colonel to remove his hands from his tummy. After all hadn't his tensed muscles passed the scrutiny of the Colonel's touch? Instead the Colonel's hands continued to rest on his tummy. At that moment he sensed the Colonel move in even closer to him and felt the Colonel's breath on his neck and shoulder. Moments later he felt the palms of the Colonel's hands slide upward from his tummy and for a split second he felt no contact, and then suddenly.... "Arrrgh," Nick cried out, surprised at the force and strength as the Colonel's fingers slapped into and grasped hold of his overdeveloped pecs and squeezed the abundance of relaxed muscular flesh. After the surprise of the attack, Nick put all his effort into tensing the enormous belts and slabs of muscle making up his chest, forcing the clenching fingers of the Colonel's hands apart. The Colonel's fingers released their hold momentarily and then Nick felt each hand inturn slap his hard tensed pec slabs. "That's wonderful my boy, you are showing me you have a real man's chest. I wondered about it when I first saw you, such a thickness of flesh with almost a feminine curve around your erect nipples. You can relax your breasts now. I want to feel their weight in my hands and know what it must be like for you to carry such appendages on your body." "Walk with me over to the full length mirror on the back of the door so I can see for myself what it must be like to carry such heavy muscles when you walk around." The Colonel's hands continued to cup the enormous slabs of relaxed pec flesh as Nick made his way to the mirror, feeling the muscles bounce in his hands. When Nick stopped at the mirror the Colonel released his hands from the oversized boy breasts and moved them down over Nick's tummy. "I've often dreamed about possessing pecs this size," the Colonel said, slowly and sensuously stroking Nick's tummy flesh, "And wondering what they would look like on my body. They are a very erotic sight. I wonder if you would indulge me further, my boy, by trying on your wrestling costume you will wear on Saturday night. And so you won't feel awkward, I will put on mine." Nick was extremely excited by this suggestion and was keen to see the body, which he had felt, pressed against his so firmly over the last few minutes. The Colonel returned to his desk and opening the bottom drawer withdrew what looked to be two shiny latex leotard suits. The Colonel returned to where Nick was still standing shirtless, and handed him one of the suits. Nick took a couple of seconds to work out the front of the costume from the back, but in any event it seemed very small. "The suit fits all sizes." the Colonel said, reading the look of disbelief written on Nick's face. The Colonel handed Nick the light blue suit and kept the red one for himself. Nick wasted no time in removing his Nike runners and his jeans and placed them over the back of one of the office chairs. He then proceeded to pick up the suit and step into it. The Colonel was watching every move that the hunky young bodybuilder was making while also hurriedly removing his own uniform. "There's no need for you to keep your jockey shorts on Private. You'll find the suit provides you with all the protection you require. Nick glanced over at the Colonel who had now removed all his uniform and stood completely naked. In Nick's estimation the Colonel looked to be about 6 ft 3in tall, in his early forties with just a few wisps of distinguished grey hair coloring his temples. His dark hair was cut short in typical military fashion, his facial features handsome with a strong jawline. Nick's eyes moved down and took in the Colonel's strong thick neck which was connected to a set of broad shoulders capped with impressive deltoids, and then further down to the impressive barrel chest displaying square cut pectorals and prominent nipples covered in swirls of dark hair. The hair continued down and concentrating in a line running down the middle of his taut looking stomach, a six pack of muscles clearly visible. At this moment the Colonel removed his regulation army boxer shorts releasing a perfectly sculpted thick cut cock and two low hanging balls. Nick could feel his face flush with excitement and his own cock become heated as his eyes were glued to the sexy sight of the Colonel's thickening manly equipment. Nick forced himself to avert his eyes and take in the rest of the Colonel's impressive physique. The Colonel's legs were long and well defined with muscle, again as with his chest, covered in rich dark swirling hair. "What a handsome bear of a man," Nick thought to himself. "I wouldn't mind letting my hands brush through that fleece!" Nick snapped out of his reverie as the Colonel spoke, and then self consciously began to peel his red jockey briefs over his bulging baby-smooth thighs and arse. "Pheeeeeew", the Colonel whistled as Nick's thick cock and plump balls sprang into view and slapped heavily against his hard thighs. "You must have some racehorse in your breeding Private." Nick turned around in embarrassment and reached for his suit presenting the Colonel with a view of his heavily muscled rump and curvy arse cheeks. The Colonel's mouth watered at the sight of so much butter smooth flesh and licked his lips at the thought of rubbing his cock and balls along the full length of Nick's thigh from his knee to the top of his arse cheeks. The Colonel quickly pulled his suit over his legs and hoisted the shoulder straps into position and smoothed the rubber wrinkles from around his crotch area. This done he moved over to where Nick was still struggling to haul the latex material over his thick thighs. "Let me give you a hand with that Private, there's knack to getting into a suit the first time," the Colonel said moving up behind the struggling and vulnerable Private whose arse cheeks quivered deliciously with the movement of his legs. The Colonel couldn't resist pressing his now bulging crotch against Nick's luscious arse flesh and moved his hands to Nick's hips drawing Nick back against his crotch for a moment, letting his bulge press against the soft flesh. He let out a lustful sigh as his cock continued to thicken inside his suit. "If you pull on the front side I'll pull on the backside and we'll have more of a chance to squeeze your body into the suit." With this the Colonel used his left hand to hold the material which had become stuck just below Nick's jutting arse cheeks, while he placed his right hand on Nick's plump asscheek, caressed the heavy jiggling flesh and then proceeded to push the creamy smooth flesh into the rubber suit. Nick now had his left cheek encased in the rubber while the right cheek was still quivering madly with his efforts to pull the rubber at his front. The Colonel at this point could not resist the temptation of slapping the still exposed arse flesh hard with his right hand before grabbing the plump jockflesh and stuffing it into the tight suit. "We'll get the fat off you in no time Private," said the Colonel, now hoisting the leotard straps over Nick's bulky shoulders and smoothing the wrinkles from around Nick's hips. "Now turn around so I can see how the suit looks on you." Nick turned to face the Colonel, his eyes downcast and face red, acutely aware of the massive bulge his genitals were making against the stretched material at his groin. The Colonel could barely stifle a gasp at the sight before him. Never in his life had he been so turned on by another soldier before, his own prodigious tool threatening to burst through the rubbery material. Nick's suit left nothing to the imagination as his fantastic young body was sensuously displayed in the skimpy suit. The Colonel's eyes were drawn to the Private's pectoral pillows, which bulged thickly, the suckable silver dollar sized dark nipples completely in view to the right and left of the thin straps respectively. The Colonel moved his hands to the straps, hooking his fingers behind them at the top of Nick's bulging traps, adjusting them and slowly moving the back of his fingers down the mighty muscle slabs of Nick's chest. At the lowest point of Nick's full chest the straps left his pecs to join the main suit covering Nick's abs. At this point the Colonel's fingers lingered and teasingly rubbed Nick's lush brown nipples into hard points before tracing his fingers further under the thick pectoral curves to where they joined his ribcage. At this point his fingers stopped their downward path and pressed up against the relaxed pec flesh, attempting to test the weight of each, the muscle easily plumping into a sexy breastlike hillock. The ease at which he was able to heft Nick's chest boded well for the likely ease of application of his famous pec claw hold, the Colonel thought. After pushing Nick's heavy chest muscles as high as the Colonel could, he let them drop satisfied of their potential. The Colonel's hands now moved to Nick's softball sized biceps and triceps and gripped them firmly, his eyes now locked on the huge mound of Nick's erection. "I see the suit has the same effect on you as it does on me." Nick's eyes moved down to the Colonel's groin and saw a similar huge bulge straining the latex material to the maximum. His eyes moved up and locked with the Colonel's, each seeing each other's barely disguised lust for each other's body. The Colonel made the first move and drew Nick into his strong sinewy arms, their lips and tongues finding each other and locking, their bodies now grinding together, muscle to muscle. After a minute or so the Colonel stopped their feverish embrace and drew the hunky bodybuilder into the bedroom adjoining his office. "I think we can be more comfortable in here," the Colonel remarked breathlessly, drawing Nick over to the queen-sized bed. Each began to remove their suits in record time, each unable to take their eyes off the other. The suits now removed, the Colonel once again drew the excited and breathless Nick into his arms, his hands feverishly massaging and gripping as much of the buttery smooth flesh as he could. The Colonel collapsed with Nick locked to him onto the bed and immediately assumed the dominant role. This excited Nick all the more as the Colonel reminded him more and more of his father. Reaching over to the nightstand next to the head of the bed, the Colonel opened the top drawer and retrieved a pair of leather handcuffs with velcro fasteners which were open and ready for use. Wasting no time the Colonel grabbed Nick's left wrist and began to twist it slowly, while at the same time raising Nick's shoulder and turning him over onto his front. This done, the Colonel fastened the cuff round Nick's left wrist and drew it next to Nick's right wrist and proceeded to fasten it in the same way. Nick could tell that this was not the first time the Colonel had carried out this manoeuvre. The Colonel then assumed a kneeling position over Nick's beautifully prone body, Nick's hands securely fastened and resting in the small of his back. What a sight to behold. The Colonel swept his eyes up and down the length of Nick's superbly muscled body, his cock throbbing and eager for action. Nick had his head to one side of the pillow and could see out of the corner of his eye the Colonel kneeling over the back of his legs. He could feel the weight of the Colonel's ass cheeks as they came to rest. The Colonel gripped his rockhard 7 inch cock in his hand and began to beat it rhythmically like a drumstick on Nick's right and left volleyball sized ass cheeks. Little flesh tremours rippled as the Colonel's cock made contact time after time, some precum stringing from the slit and sticking to the muscled assflesh. Nick could feel the Colonel's heavy balls nestling in the v of his touching thighs. The Colonel ceased the slapping and slid his body down so his face was level with Nick's big buttcheeks and proceeded to lick, suck and bite the heavy muscles, occasionally dipping his tongue between Nick's pliable buttcheeks to tease his asshole. The Colonel was in heaven, as was the bound Nick whose rock hard cock was grinding against the sheet. The Colonel once again moved his body alongside Nick's and in a push-up position, his hands outside Nick's shoulders, proceeded to rub his cock up the length of Nick's huge smooth thighs and pushing into the softer bottom flesh. After about twelve long strokes of his cock on thigh and bottom flesh the Colonel collapsed his full weight on the length of Nick's muscled body, his cock resting in the deep crevice of Nick's ass cheeks. Nick could feel the Colonel's hard furry pecs pressing down between his shoulder blades. "You are one beautiful bunch of muscles, soldier," the Colonel whispered into Nick's ear as his hands began massaging Nick's thick shoulders and arms, and his hips began thrusting along the crevice between Nick's ample bottom. "Time to feel those big pecs of yours, Private. My hands want to feel their bulk and power, and my fingers want to squeeze your plump stretched nipples," the Colonel gasped into Nick's ear as he raised Nick's right shoulder off the mattress and slipped his hand onto Nick's heaving chest. The Colonel wasn't disappointed as his hand was immediately filled to overflowing with heavy pec flesh. In this position Nick's chest hung heavily allowing the Colonel to appraise the weight of Nick's right pec which he did by mashing the flesh against his flattened hand. "Big fat tits and nipples on you muscle boy," the Colonel gasped excitedly in Nick's ear as his hand repeatedly slapped the heavy muscle and his thumb and index finger twisted the oversized nipple. All the time the Colonel's cock was thrusting against Nick's bubble butt and he could feel he was getting close to climax. He pushed Nick's body again flat to the mattress and this time reached both his hands under Nick's big chest while continuing to maintain his steady cock thrusting. As his hands took hold of the bulging mantits the Colonel's thrusts took on more of an urgency. "Getting close now muscleboy, gonna squeeze some milk outa those full tits if I can." The Colonel's hands were squeezing Nick's sweaty pecs so hard the flesh threatened to ooze between the Colonel's grasping fingers. "I'm cuuummming stud, I'm cuuummming," grunted the Colonel as he pumped a stream of creamy cum between Nick's asscheeks and over his bound hands. The Colonel remained motionless for about five seconds after his orgasm and then slowly turned the sweaty bound Nick over on his back and in one movement went down on Nick's dripping beer can cock deep throating as much of the monster as he could without gagging. Nick thrust his pelvis up to meet the Colonel's bobbing mouth. A further five seconds was all that it took for Nick to blast his load down the Colonel's throat. The Colonel to his credit not missing a drop. If Nick had thought the meeting with the Colonel had come to an end he was wrong. With cum still dripping from his 7 incher the Colonel reached across to the phone and picked up the receiver. It was immediately answered by his hunky blond haired Corporal. "Come through to my bedroom immediately Corporal Greco, I have need of your services." "Yes sir, immediately sir," the Corporal replied with a huge grin. Greco couldn't believe his luck. For the past twelve months he had been the Colonel's personal assistant, his duties largely consisted of satisfying the Colonel's sexual needs, participating in wrestling matches as required, and breaking in new recruits that had the particular physical characteristics the Colonel craved for. The moment Greco saw the new Private come into the office he new he would fit the requirements perfectly. Never had he seen such a stupendous set of muscular pecs on a recruit in his life. Even through a t-shirt the depth and weight were unmistakable. Of course twelve months previously he had been in the same position as Nick. Greco stood at 6 ft even and weighed in at an even 200lb. Years of high school wrestling had given him the physique and power to make a name for himself in the sport, hopefully at the forthcoming Olympics. His attributes were quickly brought to the Colonel's attention soon after his arrival. Whereas Nick's physique was thick and chunky and totally devoid of hair, Greco on the other hand was a little more lithe of frame with a thin coating of blond hair all over his body. The hair did little to disguise the power of his body. Like Nick, Greco had been blessed with a naturally well developed upper body. His mother had been a nightclub stripper for years in the Algiers and possessed a huge 46 inch bust. His well built father who served in the Greek navy had met her while on leave, and one thing had led to another. His wrestling ability became apparent in his mid to late teens. Like most athletes, Greco steered clear of alcohol to keep his body in tip top shape, but regularly enjoyed some A-Grade hashish easily obtainable in neighbouring Morocco. With the need to overcome injuries quickly and keep up with his team mates, during his sixteenth year he had been encouraged to take a course of anabolic steroids. The results had been awesome with muscle added thickly to an already well developed torso. Alas, the course of steroids and the hash parties began to have a side effect not altogether welcome. His average looking quarter sized nipples became very sensitive and began to thrust forward out from his chest by the development of a small amount of breast tissue. The affect was disturbing at first for the macho young Greco who began to be taunted by his team mates and opponents. His average quarter sized nipples had swollen to be the size of silver dollars with very thick pointed nubs. It was also at this time he became aware of his gayness, and had his first sexual experience with his coach, who made it clear he was very taken with the hunky wrestler's sexy bitch tits. In the years till now, the 24 year old had continued to build his body up. His shirtless appearance quite breathtaking, with two very well developed pecs with two very lush looking nipples giving his chest what could be termed an "overripe" appearance. With characteristics like this it was certain the Colonel would have been interested in him. "Come in Greco I want you to meet your wrestling partner for this Saturday night, Private Koutsoulis. While you're at it, why don't you make yourself more comfortable. Strip down and join us on the bed. I believe in team-mates getting to know each other well before a contest." Greco's eyes were glued to the new recruit whose awesome body was propped against the bed head. "His pecs are even bigger than mine," was the first thought that went through Greco's mind. The sight of Nick instantly had Greco's cock rockhard and as he stripped his army issue boxers off, it snapped to attention against his rockhard abs. The Colonel took the bottom position for the next round of sexual activity and instructed Nick, without cuffs, to position his ample ass, taking a crouched position, over his sheathed cock head. Nick had been lubed up and the Colonel's cock was almost sucked up Nick's chute. Nick began to ride slowly up and down on the thrusting Colonel's cock. Greco took a kneeling position behind Nick and circled his arms around the front of Nick's body, drawing himself as close as he could to Nick's back. Nick could feel Greco's big nipples and hard pecs pressing into his back as Greco slowly brought his hands up to stroke and caress Nick's big muscle tits. Greco nuzzled his chin over Nick's right shoulder so he could see what his hands were doing as he progressed to hefting, bunching, squeezing and juggling the huge fleshy pillows. It did not take long at all for the sexy sight of Nick's chest being manhandled by Greco for the Colonel to shoot his wad. Greco moved Nick on his back and knelt one leg on each side of Nick's heaving chest. Greco then positioned his aching cock in the cleavage between Nick's big pecs and began to rub his cock back and forth in long strokes, his hands pressing the sides of Nick's pecs to make an even deeper fuck chute valley. In no time Greco was shooting his load onto Nick's chin while grasping Nick's huge mantits. The Colonel had positioned himself behind Greco and for the second time took Nick's beer can cock down his throat and swallowed another thick creamy load.

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Date: Sun, 24 May 1998 05:43:05 From: acepecs@usa.net Subject: Nick's Big Pecs 5 This story is part of the "Nick's Big Pecs" series and was written in response to Part One by a buddy of mine, John from Chicago. Let me know what you think of the story and I will pass the comments on to John. Also I'm interested in sharing fantasies, stories or real life experiences with guys who are turned on by guys with big muscular pecs or possess a big set themselves. Write me (Dave) at acepecs@usa.net NICK FINDS LEATHER It was such a hot day, Nick realized that it probably wasn't such a smart choice to have decided to jog home from the new public swimming pool. Dad had dropped him off there early that afternoon so Nick could work on his tan and do a few hours of laps, all in preparation for his first try in the Mr. Victoria contest. It was just two weeks away and though he had just turned 17, his Greek body showed him to be much more developed. Nick had been working on bulking up everywhere for months now, which included a special diet to increase muscle mass and lower body fat. Things sure looked like they were paying off handsomely. At 205# he was showing more angles on his hunky body than ever before. Though his chest now measured an amazing 53", with incredibly melon like man-tits with nipples that pointed to his 31" waist which included an eight pack of abs that though smooth and hard on the surface, appeared cut into his body on the edges. Nick was in top form. Though blessed with a hairless chest, he did need to shave the rest of his body in preparation for the contest. The veins on his thighs and calves showed well and though his arms had retained their natural curves, the new exercise and diet regimen had a few very prominent veins along with more bulk. Nick decided to try hitching since it was too hot to run and he wanted to get home and get to his workout equipment. It the late afternoon heat, not many people were out, even driving. Nick began to question whether it was a good idea to have borrowed the pair of jeans from the lifeguard at the pool. He realized right after his father drove off, that he had left his shorts in the front seat in his hurry to jump into the water in his white speedos. Though he didn't think it would be a good idea to jog home in just the speedos and his old t-shirt, right now the jeans, a size smaller than he usually wore, started to feel a bit confining. They were still a bit loose in the waist but pretty tight around his thighs. At that moment Nick heard a rumble, turned to put his thumb out and saw a large black Harley approaching. Nick had never been on a motorcycle and was excited when it pulled over just ahead of him. As he ran to the cycle, the driver turned and watched him through reflective sunglasses. "Hey, thanks for stopping. I was just about to give up. Nice bike! The name's Nick." Nick had walked to the front on the cycle and stared at the sunglasses breathing a little heavily from the short sprint. His pecs rose and fell rapidly enough that they quivered slightly each time he let out a breath. "Steve...,Steve Conley. What the hell are you doing out here in this heat?" As Nick explained, Steve looked him over. The Mr. Victoria training part was easy to believe, the closest body to the one standing in front of him that Steve had ever seen was on a guy he had wrestled with back in college. What was hard to believe was that Nick was only 17. "I'll be on this road for at least another couple of hours so I can take you anywhere, all the way home if you'd like," Steve said as he lifted his glasses. A huge smile spread across Nick's face as he looked into the brightest green eyes he had ever seen. Steve wasn't wearing a helmet and it was then that Nick noticed the contrast between Steve's wavy dark blond hair with his warm friendly eyes, and his angular tanned face with a couple of day's beard growth on it which Nick thought surprisingly heavy for a blond. Steve had a softness and a ruggedness about him that Nick found interesting. His weighty tool began to snake further down his right pants leg, forcing its way out of the speedos. But what Nick was really drawn to was Steve's clothing. It was leather. It covered Steve's entire body like a second skin except his chest where the shirt hung open, unbuttoned, down to where it was tucked in at the waist. It was probably originally some kind of cream color but now with age and road wear was approaching a dark brown, dark enough that combined with Steve's tanned hardness, the mat of short hair covering most of his chest was lighter. The hair appeared to be kind of stubbly but not quite long enough to disguise the bulges of muscles underneath the exposed flesh. Nick had never worn anything made of leather because he assumed it was confining and hot. But he realized looking at Steve's lanky body that he had overlooked just how hot it could actually look to be wearing leather. He was now very curious about how it would feel. Without knowing exactly why, Steve reached with one of his gloved hands and patted Nick's huge left pec, scooted forward, and nodded to Nick, "Hop on, cowboy." Steve had had many opportunities to fuck around with other men, but he had never had the desire. But something about this friendly kid built like a brick shithouse made his dick twitch. "Thanks, Steve." Taking a step behind Steve, Nick quickly readjusted his dick upwards since he thought it might hurt with his legs spread and the pants so tight. He reached underneath Steve's raised left arm, anchored him palm just between Steve's armpit and left pec, swung his left leg over the monster of a bike, and slid in smoothly behind. "Keep your feet on these bars here and here and hold on as tight as you want. I always wondered why I kept an extra pair of shades with me on this hog and I guess now I know. Here, put these on. They'll keep bugs out of your eyes, but you're on your own if they get in your mouth! And they won't just bounce off those pearly whites of yours." "I don't care," Nick laughed, "I've had lots worse things in my mouth." Nick was a little nervous on the cycle and held on to Steve's chest palming each of Steve's tits with a layer of leather in between. Steve opened the throttle, revving the motor, and shot out on to the road as Nick felt Steve's pecs tense with the engine's roar. Conversation soon proved difficult so Nick decided to pay attention to the scenery and the feel of the wind. But he quickly started paying attention to some other things. He couldn't believe how soft and pliable the leather shirt was as he pulled it tightly toward Steve's chest while holding on. He began to move his hands and fingers slowly, mesmerized by the almost liquid feel of the leather on top of Steve's ample tit muscles. Nick also realized that he was pressed tightly against Steve with the base of his dick at Steve's ass crack and the rest of it pointing up Steve's spine. But most of his focus quickly diverted to his chest because as he clung to Steve, he realized that his super sensitive oversized nipples were rubbing against a row of metal studs going across the back of the smooth leather shirt. And the Harley's constant rumble contributed to waves of pleasure coming from these different parts of Nick's body. At first Nick tried to pull away from Steve's back, afraid Steve would get really angry. But his fear of falling off got the better of him and he pressed his hardening nipples into the studs in order to hold on. By this time, Nick's dick was as hard as it ever gets and sticking out the top of the loose fitting jeans. At some point, the wind whipped the bottom of Nick's t-shirt out of his pants and he now found three inches of his dick topped by his bright red head, pressed firmly against the leather shirt. As the precum flowed freely, Nick quickly had the desire and ability to not only flex his enormous dick, but move it around by slowly gyrating his hips. Nick's senses were so overloaded at this point that he almost wasn't aware of what he was doing. He was so overcome with a need shoot his load and the feel and smell of the leather was more intoxicating than any aphrodisiac he had tried. As his hands continued to knead Steve's tits, while jamming his flexing, drooling tool rhythmically against Steve's back, he leaned his head on Steve's right shoulder so that the area below his eyes was covered. One could assume that he was protecting his mouth from bugs, but he was so far gone that actually he had his mouth open and was sucking on the thin layer of leather covering Steve's shoulder blade. Drool ran down the leather beginning to mat Nick's t-shirt to Steve's back. Steve didn't think much of things when Nick first started moving his hands. Actually, Steve kind of liked it as he felt his nipples harden. Then his dick followed suit. He often got excited while on the open road on his Harley. Steve's dick started firming up and lengthening while leaking manjuice down his left pants leg as he became aware of Nick's hip movements and Nick's hardness moving and flexing against his back. Because he wasn't absolutely sure what was going on, Steve decided not to pull over. Besides, he was feeling pretty good. But then he felt Nick's sucking mouth on his shoulder blade and could feel the dampness of his saliva. At that same moment, Nick went over the edge. He popped his mouth away from the sweet leather, leaned his upper body backwards, and let out howl. Cum erupted from his dick over and over in long thick spurts. One shot straight up the leather covering Steve's back, another made it's way up to Nick's face and splattered a line from just below his lower lip to just under his right eye, including a good half spoonful landing in his gaping mouth. The rest sprayed off to the sides as Nick's dick jerked wildly with each pump of cum. Though Steve realized what had just happened, he knew that he could pretend that it hadn't and he wanted to take some time to think about why he was now completely hard and stretched down his pant leg almost 11". He was flexing his dick uncontrollably and realized that it was the closest he had ever been to cumming without any contact. He had screwed around with a lot of women and always found the sex satisfying. But what he was feeling at the moment went beyond anything he'd experienced before. A few minutes later, Steve and Nick heard a loud bang and smoke began billowing behind them. The Harley began losing speed and Steve guided it off the road. As soon as it stopped, Nick quickly jumped off both out of fear of what was going on with the cycle and to check himself for cum splotches. Thinking that he must have gotten some on his t-shirt, he quickly pulled it off. He had no idea if Steve knew what he had just done, but he didn't want to give anything away as Steve squatted next to the Harley. "Shit! We blew a gasket and I don't have enough stuff in my saddlebags to fix it on my own. How far are we from anywhere?" Steve asked as he glanced up at Nick. He quickly realized that he was glad he was squatting because he shot a rod again when he saw Nick's naked torso. Nick was breathing a little heavy as he waited to see what Steve's first words would be to him. Nick's smooth flawless skin was wrapped tightly around his muscular frame. To Steve, Nick's abs looked more like a cobblestone street than muscle. But what fascinated Steve were Nick's spectacular tit muscles that seemed to hang suspended and perfectly rounded. His silver dollar sized nipples hung down the lower curve of the pecs with the very tips looking like drops of sweat about to fall to the ground. Nick's hands were shoved in his back pockets as his biceps curved sensuously in front of the setting sun. "No one lives this side of town. It's about 10 more miles on the road. Not many people seem to be out on the road today. If we cut across walking this way it's about 8 miles. I've walked it before. It's not too bad." Nick spoke quickly in his nervousness, still waiting for an accusation from Steve, and with Steve is his current angry mood with a broken motorcycle, Nick was prepared to start running. A smile lit up Steve's face. He chuckled, "Ah, fuck it. No sense in getting mad, nothing I can do about it. Let's grab some stuff from the saddlebags and start walking." Steve got up and walked the heavy Harley off the road behind some rocks and shrubs. As Nick followed, gradually letting go of his nervousness, he noticed how tall Steve was and how the soft leather seemed to flow along with Steve's muscles, and how it snaked into the crack of his firm looking ass. "You carry this stuff, I'll put the rest in this backpack." Nick noticed that there was a lot more in the backpack. "Want me to take the backpack? I don't mind." "No, I've got it, little buddy. Don't worry." Steve didn't want to give Nick an excuse to put his t-shirt back on. He decided to go with the flow of these feelings he was having toward Nick. Steve had always been secure in his manhood but he was very curious about why he felt such a strong sexual attraction, if that's what it was, toward this man-boy. The sun set quickly, but that didn't change the temperature. After an hour, Steve asked Nick what he'd think about spending the night out in the open. He had some thin mats for sleeping, some freeze dried food, a small lantern, and other stuff. Nick had been working very hard at his training and knew he deserved some time off. Besides, he had often stayed over at friends' houses without letting his dad know till he showed up at home the next day. "Sure, what the hell. I used to camp out around here with my little brother when I was a kid. About 15 minutes ahead is a spot we used to use." "Lead on, Mr. Boyscout," Steve said as he once again patted Nick on his now bare and sweaty man-tits. To impress Steve, Nick tensed his pecs. "Wow! Those things are deceiving. They look so smooth and giving but they're really all muscle. You can make them as hard as the rest of you." Steve ran his gloved hands over both of Nick's tensed pecs and then up and down the bumpy row of abs. "Does it bother you if I do this?" "No, lots of people do. My dad thinks that I have a pretty good chance at winning the Mr. Victoria title because he says I'm built pretty special. He tells me I should be very proud of the body I have and should let others show their appreciation for it. And if that involves touching me, I don't mind." Steve continued rubbing Nick almost hypnotized by the flexing that Nick started doing with different muscles. Before he knew it, his hands were sliding all over Nick's sweaty exposed upper body. Nick slowly stopped the flexing and ended standing with his eyes closed, legs spread, breathing very slowly and deeply. Steve began massaging both of Nick's tits. He started to get rougher with them and just before he would have stopped himself from crossing a line he had never crossed, Nick let out a moan of pure pleasure. His head fell back and his mouth hung open. Steve brought one gloved hand up to Nick's face and begin caressing one of his cheeks, while continuing to work roughly on one of the tits. As Steve moved his fingers on Nick's face, Nick's mouth fell open wider. Steve ran his thumb around Nick's open lips and was rewarded with a louder and longer moan. Steve's thumb slipped inside Nick's mouth and Nick began to eagerly suck it as Steve pulled the thumb in and out of Nick's mouth. Nick unbuttoned his jeans and they fell to the ground. His dick was once again sticking out the top of his white speedos and began leaking. Steve found himself incredibly turned on by how he had this greek god trembling with lust and by the added sight of Nick's smooth yet incredibly muscular thighs. "Fuck me," came out of Nick's mouth as Steve slowing pulled his thumb out of it. Steve stared at the hunky guy panting in front of him and realized that it was what he wanted to do. He pulled the speedos off in record time and began jacking Nick. The feel of the leather covered hand on his dick was something new for Nick and a real turn on. Steve stepped behind Nick without stopping. He pressed his leather covered body against Nick's bare muscled back and plump bubble butt. The feel of Steve's leather covered crotch pulsing against Nick's ass along with the pumps his dick was getting very quickly got Nick off. "Oh, fuck, Steve. You feel so good. Keep rubbing me all over, all over, all over, all over, all over, all over...aaaaaggggghhhh, I'm cumming!" Though he had cum a little over an hour before, you'd never know it from the thick white ropes that shot out of his thick dick. Steve watched over Nick's shoulder and could hardly believe the volume. Nick quickly turned to face Steve with a wildness in his eyes, pulled Steve's leather shirt off, and said, "Please, fuck me. I need you up my ass, now!" Nick fell to the ground on his stomach and began gyrating his bubble butt in the air. Steve stuck his hand in Nick's mouth saying, "Juice me up, buddy." Nick sucked on Steve's fingers and hands like his life depended on it. Steve's other hand rubbed up and down between Nick's thighs. Steve then brought his dampened leather covered hand to Nick's already sweat drenched ass crack and began rubbing up and down. Nick moaned, "Oh, god. Put it in!" Steve easily got a finger in Nick's ass, then two, then three. The two of them were so sweaty at this point that as Steve leaned over Nick, the sweat was almost pouring off his chest onto Nick's back. Steve pulled his fingers out of Nick's ass suddenly and lined up his 11+ inches sticking out of the zipper of his leather pants. As the head popped through Nick's tight ass muscles, Nick let out a howl of pleasure. Steve continued to inch his way into Nick's ass while Nick moaned uncontrollably. He soon found himself all the way inside and had his chest molded to Nick's back. Instinct told Steve to pull out slowly and push in again slowly, which he did, over and over. Nick was whimpering. "Turn me over!" Nick cried out. Because his dick was so long, Steve was able to remain inside Nick and still turn him over on his back. "I need to see your face!" screamed Nick. Steve was again hypnotized by Nick's huge tits. He sat up as well as he could and grabbed a handful of man-tit in each hand. Without changing his grinding fucking rhythm, Steve began to work Nick's tits. Then he noticed that each time he pushed into Nick, he could actually see Nick's abs pop up as the blond's dick snaked in underneath them. Steve's tempo increased as he squeezed and molded the sweaty man-tits. "Let's get there together, buddy boy," Steve said hoarsely, made one final assault, and began pumping shot after shot of cum way inside Nick's body. Nick's ass clamped down on Steve's huge dick, and with a silent scream, Nick pumped out his third load, shooting upwards, strings of cum cascaded downward into Steve's mat of chest hair. Steve fell forward and locked lips with Nick. As they sucked each others tongues hungrily, Steve rubbed his now cum drenched chest against Nick's very sweaty and heaving tits. Nick grabbed Steve's leather covered ass and pulled inward which caused Steve to pulse a few more volleys of cum inside Nick. Steve slowly pulled out of Nick's chute and slid off of his chest. Nick took longer to calm down and Steve's chest hair pulling across Nick's tits didn't help. "I've never done that before but I gotta tell you, you are one hot little number," said Steve as he stood zipping his pants and putting his shirt back on after first wiping some of the cum and sweat from his chest with a towel from the backpack. Nick propped himself on his elbows allowing his ample chest to hang above his cum smeared abs, "I can't remember when I ever felt that amazing. I thought sure you were mad at me." "You mean about what happened back on the bike?" "Yeah. I'd never done anything quite like that. It just felt so good behind you pressed up against all that leather." "Boy, did I notice! You seem to have a thing for leather, am I right?" "Guess I do...didn't know though. I always thought it would be too hot or confining or something but it looks real good on you, real good!" Nick was standing now in front of Steve, eyes locked, and was rubbing the leather covering Steve's hips while grinding his still hard member against one of his legs. Steve smiled. "You are unbelievable! When will your blood go somewhere else and give that joystick a breather?" "Part of the special diet I'm on for the contest includes some herbs my dad read up on. They're all natural but they have many of the benefits of steroids without the drawbacks. What dad doesn't know is that they make me really horny and able to cum just about anywhere, anytime,...and I'm ready now!" Steve quickly pulled out one of the mats and threw it on the ground and decided to let Nick call the shots and do all the work. "Get on the mat on your stomach," Nick ordered, and then fell on top of him. Lining up his tits with the studs on the back of the shirt positioned his dick on the top side of Steve's butt following the natural curve up the spine. With the sweat and cum smeared all over his chest, Nick found himself easily sliding up and down. He spread his legs wide and clamped them on the outside of each of Steve's pressing them inward in a rhythm equal to his thrusts. "Oh, Stevie," Nick moaned, "you're like butter." Steve found himself pushing his butt up against Nick's thrusts. Nick started to speed up and made a grunting sound each time his nipples raked across the metal studs. He suddenly tensed up, tightened himself everywhere to Steve's slippery hardness, and felt the waves of cum pulsate out. Steve was amazed to soon feel cum dripping onto his hands, which were on either side of his waist. There was enough cum that it squirted out on each side.

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Date: Wed, 28 Jul 1999 21:27:37 -0700 (PDT) From: Jackson Amacher Subject: ST: Paintball-5 (authoritarian, outdoors) XI. It had only been a day or so since I'd been in the Green camp, but there had been a lot of changes. The border had moved outward slightly, and it looked like there were a few more tents than before. I saw a bunch of guys, all of them stripped to their underwear or just plain naked, working to build another tent. Looked like slave labor was part of Jeff's strategy now. The Green soldiers marched the nine of us, naked, tied up, and gagged, into the camp. George made me take the lead. We heard lots of cheers and cat-calls as they marched us in towards the prison in the center of the camp. We didn't take a direct route. They kind of marched us around the border of the camp, and then spiraled in towards the prison at the center of the camp. They made sure to parade our naked, bound bodies in front of everyone in the camp. We were popular sights. Even the other prisoners stopped what they were doing and leered at us. In all, there must have been close to a hundred people in that camp staring at my naked body. I had never been naked in front of so many people before. Being tied up, humiliated, and even greased up like a sex slave made it even worse. I tried to make eye contact with whoever I could, so that they would recognize me as a fellow Green and realize that I shouldn't be treated like a prisoner. But whenever I caught someone's eyes, all I got back was this hungry, can't- wait-to-try-that look. Guess no one recognized me with my clothes off-or no one wanted to. If they did recognize me, I wondered if anyone would care enough to do anything about it. Why would they? I was a hell of a lot more appealing to them in this state. I regretted going on that stupid undercover mission more than anything else. They led us into the prison enclosure. I noticed something new: a bunch of wooden posts sticking up out of the ground, stopping at about hip level. The Greens led me over to stand between two of the posts. They cut off the rope that was binding my hands, grabbed my wrists, and strapped each one to a post. When they were done, I couldn't move my arms. I looked around and saw that I was the only one that they had tied to the posts. They had the other eight naked prisoners in a corner of the camp. They picked one and led him off to the command center tent. After a few minutes, we started to hear shouting and screaming. That was when I remembered what that tent was for: interrogation. A big Green with a smile on his face walked up to me. He closed his eyes and took a big sniff, smelling the aroma of the baby oil they'd made me rub on my skin. He reached over and started to feel the contours of my muscles on my arms and chest, then felt my butt and my abs. "You'll do nicely," he said to me. "I'm Tom, the prison director. And your name is now `Reward.'" I didn't get it at first. Then Tom walked away, towards the prisoners outside the enclosure who were working on building the tent. Tom blew a whistle, and they all stopped what they were doing and came to attention. There were twelve of them, nine wearing briefs and three totally naked. I thought about how nice it would be to have those boys at my beck and call. Then, I realized that I recognized one of them: it was Jonas, the guy who'd brought me to this crazy paintball game to begin with. Tom said something to the guys that made them happy. They gave out a cheer and a few claps. Then, they all trotted away from the work site and towards me, in the enclosure. Tom followed them. The prisoners surrounded me. I had never felt so many people touching me at once. Every part of my naked body was invaded by hands, arms, even a tongue or two. It was horrible being that helpless, served up like a piece of meat. "One at a time, boys. You first, corporal," Tom said. Jonas walked in front of me. He was still naked, just the way I'd left him, except now he had a little white armband on his right bicep. Corporal? Jesus. This guy was in charge of me, now? Jonas looked me directly in the eye and smiled. He definitely knew who I was. He reached out, grabbed my balls, and squeezed. I pulled back at the pain, but my wrists were bound so tightly that I could barely move. Delighting in my helplessness, Jonas reached out and tickled me under the armpits. Then he wasted no time. Jonas walked behind me. I didn't turn my head to watch him. I just braced myself. I guess I deserved this. He jammed into me very hard, and started pumping back and forth. I have to admit that despite the situation I was in, I enjoyed it. Jonas took his time and made sure that both of us would get something out of the experience. Two guys had at me after Jonas. Both of them were pretty quick. When they were done, the group walked away, and Tom stuck a gag in my mouth. "Rest up a bit," he said. "There's more coming." Tom walked away, and left me there tied to the posts. I tried to look as dignified as I could, but I was still pretty mortified to be on display like this. I kept looking around the camp to see if someone would recognize me and help me out. Then I saw Jeff walk out of the command tent. He passed by the prison, and stopped briefly to admire some of the boys that were on display there. Then he did a double- take when he saw me. Jeff walked over to Tom, and seemed to be bitching him out. Then Jeff walked into the prison, came over to me and took out my gag. "Nate, I'm sorry about this, looks like George and the guys decided to play a trick on you," Jeff said. "Tom's bringing you a new uniform." Jeff reached over to my wrist and loosened the knot enough for me to pull my hand out. "Thanks," I said, letting my hand fall to my side. Just then we heard shouting around the northern wall. I saw a bunch of Green soldiers pick up their weapons and run towards the northern checkpoint. A lookout guard came up to Jeff. "The Yellows are attacking the northern wall!," he shouted. Jeff turned away from me, ran out of the prison, and started to give orders to prepare for the defense of the camp. He left me with a free hand, so I could easily untie my other wrist. But I didn't do it just then for some reason. There was a lot of commotion at the northern wall. I heard a couple of guys shout with pain as they got hit with paint pellets. The Yellows seemed to be attacking with a large force. Jeff moved most of the guards up to that wall. This was a mistake. There was a charge to the west. A large group of Yellows, mixed with a few Browns, rushed through the under- defended gate. Some of them had paint guns, but most carried long poles that had been sharpened with a knife. Then ran around the camp with incredible efficiency, threatening to shoot or stab anyone who didn't surrender. The Greens at the northern border were helpless; they couldn't defend their fronts and rears at the same time. Within ten minutes, the entire Green camp had been routed. And there I was, naked and tied between two poles. Jeff had freed my left hand, but suddenly I realized I need it tied up. I put my wrist back in the knot and tightened. XII. The Yellows and Browns made their captives drop their weapons, place their hands over their heads, and kneel to the ground. That way, one soldier could effectively watch over four or five prisoners each. This freed up the rest of the soldiers to secure the camp. The prison was their first stop. They took a moment to admire all the naked guys, but quickly set about the task of untying everyone and getting people something to wear. I tried not to look at any of them in the face, because I was worried that they would recognize that I was really a Green. But just then Steve, the other guy who had gone on the undercover mission with me, walked up to me in full Yellow regalia. "Don't worry, man," he said, putting a hand on my shoulder and looking into my eyes. "We'll have you wearing Yellow colors again in no time." He untied me and gave me a pair of Yellow briefs to wear. All of the prisoners were given briefs, if they didn't have them already. They told us that a second wave was on its way, and it would have more clothes for the rest of us. A group of Yellow soldiers entered the Green command tent. We heard some shouting in there, and then a few seconds later one of the soldiers came out, waving the Green flag over his head. All of the Yellows cheered. Right behind him was two other soldiers, who were holding Jeff by his arms. Jeff looked really scared, as if he didn't know what the hell was about to happen to him. They led Jeff to the center of the camp, in front of the prison. The two guys who had his arms let go. Another Yellow walked up to him, pointing a sharpened spear directly at his chest. "Strip naked, slow and easy," he said. The camp was entirely quiet, except for the sound of birds in the trees. The entire Green camp was staring at Jeff, the captured leader. He pulled off his shirt and lifted up his legs to rip off his boots. "I said slowly, dumbfuck," the Yellow solider said, smiling. Jeff slowed down. He bent his naked torso down and untied each boot, one by one, and then pulled them off. Then he pulled of each sock. Then he stood up, unzipped his pants, and pulled them down. He paused for a second. I could tell he was really embarrassed to be in that situation. On top of everything else, he really didn't have the best body. He didn't really have pecs to speak of; his entire torso was just kind of fat and flappy. Particularly with some of the well-built college boy prisoners standing around, he just looked kind of pathetic standing there in his underwear. The Yellow solider with the gun just smiled and nodded towards Jeff's last remaining scrap of clothing. Jeff hooked his thumbs under the waistband and pulled down, revealing a flabby butt and a fairly small cock. Immediately, one of the Yellows produced a camera and started taking pictures of Jeff's naked body. Jeff dropped his hands down to cover his cock, but they forced him to put them up behind his head. He walked all around Jeff, getting shots from the front, rear, and sides. All eyes were on Jeff, fascinated by his humiliation and wondering what would happen next. "So, here's the thing, Jeff," the Yellow soldier said. "We've got your nice flag here. And, to tell you the truth, we've also got the Brown flag back at our camp. Impressed?" Jeff said nothing. "But, you know, there's still two days before the game ends. If we take your flag back to our camp, we'll have won and the game will have to finish early. And who wants that?" Suddenly I got a huge smile on my face. I knew what was coming. "So, here's what's going to happen. All we're going to ask of you is to hang on to this flag for us for a few more days, OK?," the Yellow guard asked, as if Jeff really had a say in the matter. Just then some more Yellows arrived. They had clothes for all of us prisoners. They gave me a uniform and gun like everyone else. Four of the yellows took mallets and stakes from one of the tent construction sites and pounded four stakes into the ground in a rectangle, about five feet apart from each other, sticking out of the ground at angles. They grabbed Jeff and forced him to lie down between the stakes. Then they took handcuffs, and chained each of his arms and legs to a stake. Finally, they took the green flag, and stuck its staff up Jeff's butt. It was only a few feet long, so it jutted straight up from between Jeff's buttcheeks. "What do you know?," the Yellow said to his soldiers. "We take their camp, but they still have possession of their flag. OK, boys, get to it." The Yellows fanned out across the camp. I joined a group of them. We had a few paint guns, but mostly we carried spears. Each group of Yellows rounded up three or four Greens. Our Greens were two college kids and two older guys. We herded them towards the edge of the camp. "Take off your shirts," I said. "Screw this!," the college kid said. "Game's over. You guys won. Excuse me while I head back to the parking lot, OK?" "You aren't going anywhere," one of my partners said, pointing a paint gun at him. "Yeah, that's a great threat right at the end of the game," the college kid. "Please, be my guest, shoot me!," he said, holding his arms out. The three of us took our spears and pointed them right at him. One of my partners got behind him, so he couldn't run. "If you shirt isn't hanging on my spear within thirty seconds, you'll be going to the first aid station, not the parking lot. Now, play along," I said. The guy looked down at the ground. He waited for a few seconds, then reached to his waist and pulled his shirt off and tossed it onto my spear. "Rest of you, too," one of my partners said. Everyone stripped to the waist. They were some nice looking guys, pretty well cut and well-defined. We made them take off their shoes and boots, too. Within seconds, we had all their hands tied behind their backs, and we marched them towards the center of the camp. By now, most of the other Greens had been placed in the same situation. "Hey, Nate," one of the Yellow commanders said to me. "These people fucked you over good. You want to be in charge of them?" This was incredible; was my cover this good? "Sure," I said. "Where do you want them?" "Clear them out of here for now," he said. I scanned through the crowd until I spotted the face I was looking for. I walked up to him, and admired his chest one more time. "Hi, George," I said. George kind of had a smile on his face. I grabbed George by a nipple and pulled him in front of the crowd. I went behind him and untied his hands. A couple of Yellow guards stood at attention with spears pointing at him. "Clothes," I said, holding out my hand. George closed his eyes and pulled his pants down, then picked them off the ground and handed them to me. He was clearly blushing. But he had learned something. Without pausing, he pulled off his briefs and handed them to me. It felt good to be in control again. I pointed at the two posts I had been tied to just minutes before, and George obediently walked over to them. I nodded at two guards, who tied George spread-eagle between the posts. "All right, company march!," I shouted. We forced the Greens, all shirtless, to march towards the northern wall of the camp. "You've got fifty minutes to take this wall down. Stack the boards over there," I said, pointing to a clearing. The Greens just stood around and looked at me like I was an idiot. "These boards are nailed together -- we need tools," one of them said. I walked over to the guy and stood extremely close to him, almost crushing his bare feet with my boots. I reached down to his fly and unzipped it, and with two quick motions pushed his pants and underwear to the ground. Then I slapped the side of his face, knocking him down. "You guys look healthy enough to me," I said. "Put those muscles to use. Slack off and you lose clothes. Work hard, and you get a reward, like George over there, or this guy," I said, pointing at the ground. The Greens started to go to work. At first one or two of them tried to remove the support posts from the ground, but it was obviously not something that even one man could do alone. So they formed entire groups of people to pry the boards apart. It was grueling work, and a lot of fun to watch. The wood was mostly untreated pine, so it did come apart, but not that easily. Four of five guys would stand really close to each other, grab onto boards, and pull away from each other. They were all stripped to the waist, so you could see the muscles straining. They had no tools, and some of them got splinters and scratches. It was a hot day, and before long they were covered with sweat. You could see their stomachs (and on some of them, their abs) move up and down while they breathed heavily. A couple of them were slacking off, though. Whenever they did, Yellow guards swooped in and took their pants off, then made them get back to work. It was even sexier to watch frightened guys wearing nothing but their briefs sweat and work to tear apart their own camp. A few of these guys still refused to work, so we took their underwear, too. After two hours, a large section of the wall was gone and there was a stack of boards on the ground. I grabbed a crew of five hard-working Greens and gave them the job of hauling the boards further out into the woods. I had something in mind for what to do with all that wood. I didn't want to trust prisoners with a hammer or nails, so I recruited a group of yellows to take the wood from the fence and build a bunch of A-frames. They'd take three long boards or studs and nail them together to make a triangle, which we could then lean against a tree in the forest. As the Greens brought more and more wood into the forest, they started to see our handiwork, but I'm not sure if they could tell what we had in store. In another hour, the Greens had finished taking apart the northern wall. They looked exhausted. Most of them had been stripped down to their underwear at this point, and several were naked. I walked in front of the group. "Naked, lazy Greens over here," I said, motioning to the side. The naked Greens did as they were told. I had them all cross their wrists behind their necks. A group of Yellow guards went around with cable ties, tying their wrist together. "Well, it's reward time. Anyone with pants, pick one of them," I said. The other Greens took a while to catch my meaning, but then they caught on. A couple of the guys who still had their pants strolled over, and started examining each of the naked prisoners one by one. When they found one they liked, they pulled him aside and either butt-fucked him or made him suck them off. A lot of the guys with pants stayed behind, though. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to insist, guys," I said. "Come over here." I led all of them over to where George was tied up. George was spread-eagle, but his hands were tied at waist level, so I was able to force him to kneel on the ground. I had the guys form a line. I brought the first guy in line in front of George, and I unzipped the guy's pants and pulled out his dick and made George suck it. George went to work, though it was obvious he wasn't enjoying it. I let it go on for a few minutes until I thought the guy was going to come, and then I made him pull out. I brought him behind George, and had him go to work on George's ass. While he was at work there, I had the next guy in line come receive a blowjob from George. One by one, I made George suck off each of them while he was getting buttfucked by another. I made sure each guy got at least five minutes of treatment on both ends. George couldn't make all of the guys come, but he did give all of them erections so that they were ready to work on his ass. There must have been fifteen or twenty guys total. I had a camera set up to take a photo of George and the two men he was working on each time the line rotated. By the end of it, George looked exhausted. XIII. The sun was beginning to go down. It was the last night of the game. We broke off the merriment in the camp. We left the naked Greens in the camp, tied up. We marched the rest of them into the forest. There was enough A-frames for everyone. We tied their hands together, then tied their hands to the top of the A-frame. This kept their bodies stretched out, secure, and totally accessible from the front and back. Once we had all of them tied up, we went around one by one and started stripping them naked. The Greens gave out surprised cries as we pulled off their pants and underwear. I guess they felt like they had earned them. But all they had been doing was helping us. It was a beautiful sight: row after row of naked male bodies, helpless, bound, and humiliated. I thought about how close I had come to being in their position. A few of the Yellows decided to take advantage of the situation. They walked behind a nice body, unzipped, and went to work. There were a few outraged shouts, but no one outright complained. I walked back to the Green camp. Most of the Yellow officers were gathered around Jeff. We still had him naked, with all four limbs staked to the ground and his own Green flag staff sticking out of his ass. Chris, the head of the Yellows, was there. "Hey, you're just in time. We're trying to get Jeff to formally surrender," he said. Surrender? There was no need; we'd basically won the game. But fun is fun. Chris was sticking twigs into the ground about three inches away from Jeff's flesh. He was working his way around Jeff's body, making an outline of where Jeff was. I tried to figure out what Chris was up to, but couldn't see it. Chris took a match and lit a candle. He dripped a few drops of hot wax on Jeff's back to watch Jeff squirm. Jeff gave out a quick cry of pain, but didn't say anything. Chris took the candle and started setting the twigs on fire one by one. It was fascinating to watch. The twigs burned around Chris, like birthday candles. They weren't close enough to his skin to burn it, but Chris didn't seem to realize that. He started screaming, begging us to put the twigs out. He started to squirm to get away from the fire, but any movement only brought him painfully close to another burning twig. The cute part was that as he squirmed, you could see the green flag sticking out of his butt wave back and forth. I was a little worried that it would catch fire on the twigs, but it didn't. Eventually Jeff realized he should stop squirming if he didn't want to get burned. That left him with nothing to do but try to stay completely still and beg for mercy. "Jesus Christ, put them out! Please!," Jeff kept shouting, over and over. "What will you give me to put them out, Jeff?," Chris asked. "What do you have to offer?" Jeff didn't have an intelligent answer. He just kept on begging. "Here's the deal, Jeff," Chris said. "I put them out, and you're my slave after the game for a week." Jeff didn't say anything. Chris took another twig, lit it on fire, and planted it directly in front of Jeff's face. That did it. Jeff started screaming and crying, and finally shouted out, "I'll do it! Please! Just stop!" Chris had a pail of cold water ready. He splashed it around Jeff, getting him quite wet in the process. Chris inspired me. I walked over to George. He was still tied to the posts. A few Yellows had fucked him since I'd left, but now he was alone. "Hey George, how's it going?," I asked, like we were best buddies now. George didn't answer. "George, I was just admiring your photo collection," I said, and showed George a stack of Polaroids the Yellows had taken from George's barracks. They were the pictures George had taken of me. "Think I could keep these, George?" George gave out a soft moan. Those pictures were his equalizer. Now they were gone. "Hey George, I guess by now you must have a taste for being naked in public, huh?," I asked, patting George on the rear. "Not really, no," George said. "Are you sure? I'll bet when you get back to college, you'll jump at chances to show off your body." "I don't think I ever want to be naked again," George said. "That's too bad. I was hoping I could share all the photos of you that I have with my friends." George lifted his head and looked at me. "No -- please don't --," George started. "Of course it would be easier if I just put them on the Internet. Sound good to you? I'd give you credit of course. Real name and everything. Thousands of guys could see you daily." "I'll do anything," George said. "Just let me have those pictures." "I think I'm going to hang on to them, George," I said. "Only tell you what. You be my slave for the next month, and I'll keep them private." George thought for a while, and then nodded. XIV. The next morning, we unchained Jeff. The four yellows who had led the attack on the Green camp each grabbed an arm or a leg, and we carried him, flag still sticking up out of his butt, into the Yellow camp. As soon as the flag entered the Yellow camp, we let up a cheer. We had won the game! We radioed the news in to the game's administrators. They drove into the game grounds in a group of jeeps, verifying that the Yellows had won the game. When the administrators found our field full of naked, bound men, to my surprise they took out cameras and began photographing the guys! "For our brochures," an administrator told me. We cut the prisoners down, and shook hands. We didn't give them clothes back, though. The administrators collected all the discarded clothes up in their jeeps and drove back to the base camp. All of us -- Browns, Yellows, and Greens - - walked back to the base camp together, making our last admiring glances at the prisoners' naked bodies. George, shy to the end, walked with his hands covering his privates. Poor guy. It was kind of weird being back in the locker room, putting clothes back on again. This was the place where the game had first divided us, but now we were together again. Jonas had been naked since the time I caught him, and he seemed glad to get dressed again. The five of us who had driven out to the camp originally -- Jonas, Me, Jeff, Chris, and Ted -- walked to Jonas' SUV in the parking lot. Jeff wasn't very talkative, perhaps realizing that he had just given his body away to Chris for a week. I caught George out of the corner of my eye. "Hey Jonas, do we have an extra seat in that thing?," I asked. "Sure," Jonas said. I called out to George. He left the group of college guys he was with and came over. I nodded at Jonas' SUV. "Get in," I said. George got in. Before the SUV had even left the parking lot, Chris had ordered Jeff to strip naked, and I did the same to George. We didn't have sex there -- we were all pretty tired, to tell you the truth -- but it was nice to have something good to look at for the trip back.

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Date: Sun, 24 May 1998 05:43:05 From: acepecs@usa.net Subject: Nick's Big Pecs 2 I first posted "Nick" (Part 1) to the Nifty Archive almost twelve months ago and had such an encouraging response to the story, I have written a couple of new adventures - Part 2 & 3. Please let me know what you think of them. I am also interested in sharing fantasies, stories or real life experiences with guys who are turned on by big muscular pecs or possess a big set themselves. Write me (Dave) at acepecs@usa.net NICK'S BIG PECS (Part 2) As Nick finished pumping out his second hundredth pushup, the phone rang. "Is this Nick Koutsoulis?" The voice on the other end was that of an older man, heavily accented. Nick was puzzled. "Nick Koutsoulis, yeah." "Nick I'm your neighbour, Mr Werner from the next street over, Corio Street, No. 31. The mailman left a package here that should have gone to you. It looks like something important." Nick had met Mr Werner one day a month or so back while mowing his backyard lawn. He agreed to come right over and pick up the package. He wiped off the beads of sweat with a towel, which had formed on his big sculpted chest and arms from his exertion. He looked in the bathroom mirror to admire and appraise the results of his effort. His sixteen-year-old body was definitely responding well to his father's exercise regime. He was confronted by a very hunky image indeed - a seemingly overdeveloped set of pectorals capped by nipples stretched to the size of silver dollars sitting heavily atop a well muscled frame. His big muscles were covered by the smoothest olive skin and a thin layer of lush puppy fat, which extended over his hunky upper torso, completing the picture of a handsome well-fed young animal in his prime. Definitely good enough to eat, he thought to himself. He quickly changed into a loose fitting cotton shirt and pair of drill cotton trousers and left the house. He strode up to the front door at number 31 and knocked on it. No answer. He knocked again, louder. "Mr Werner, this is..." The door opened a crack, then wider. Nick peered in but could see nothing in the darkness. "Is anyone home?" He stepped into the room and immediately felt a sharp needle pain in his right calf. He'd been jabbed with a tranquilliser dart. There was no time to react or defend himself. Nick crumpled to the floor and the door closed behind him. The bolt was shoved into place. When he finally began to emerge from his grogginess he was looking straight at a gentleman who seemed to be in his early sixties, dressed in a tweed suit with a tie, sitting in an easy chair about six feet in front of him, sipping from a brandy snifter. A lighted cigar rested in an ashtray at his side. The man smiled at Nick. There was a twinkle in his eyes behind gold spectacles "Good evening, my young friend. This is an occasion I have long waited for." "What the..." Nick suddenly realised that he could not move. His arms were stretched straight out to his sides, his wrists held in fur-lined cuffs. From each cuff ran a length of cable attached to rings in the walls to his right and left. He could not budge. Nick's shoes and socks had been removed and his ankles were circled in leather straps. These were attached to rings screwed into the floor. His ankles and legs were forced wide apart. Looking around the room, Nick noticed a lot of artwork: sculpture, drawings, paintings - all of handsome muscular young studs. There were several table lamps around the room providing subdued light. "Nick, I am so happy you have stopped by for a visit. I have been admiring you all summer. When I watch you exercise in the backyard it is so exciting, I sometimes lose control of myself." Nick was beginning to feel very uncomfortable but at the same time very excited. "Look here, old man, let me go right now and I won't mention this little incident to anyone. Like the police. You've got my word." The old gentleman set his brandy glass down on the coffee table, slowly stood up, and walked over to Nick. He placed one hand on Nick's cheek, caressed it, ran it down around his chin, then with the back of his hand caressed the other cheek. "So smooth your skin is, Nick. So often I have admired the development of your upper torso always from a distance. It is clear to me that you work hard every day to make yourself a perfect body, a body like a Greek god's." Mr Werner ran his hand gently down the front of Nick's shirt, slowly enough to feel the musculature underneath the shirt. He smiled. "Do all the young ladies swoon for you, Nick? Yes, I am sure they must. I know they must." Nick began to break out into a sweat. The room was warm to start with, and all this strange talk was making him more and more apprehensive. The old gentleman's hand came to rest on the top button of Nick's sport shirt and with amazing deftness undid it. Then it dropped to the second, the third, the fourth, and they too popped open, then the fifth and sixth. Mr Werner sighed deeply as Nick's broad bare chest was exposed to his view. The beautiful slabs of pectoral muscle seemed to radiate an aura of virile youth. The old man repeated the motion of running his hand down the front of Nick's chest but this time it passed along bare skin. "Oh Nick, you are so warm, and I begin to smell your excitement, the sweat that is running down your sides." Nick strained to break free his bonds. He made a mighty effort to tear his wrists out of the furred cuffs. Mr Werner watched his mighty chest muscles heave and flex as the young man twisted and tensed and strained his body. In the lowest voice, almost a whisper, the old gentleman said, "Nick, this is a beautiful show you are putting on for me! I could never dream to see you perform in this manner just inches from my eyes! You are making me very happy, my young friend, and even a little excited." Nick noticed with horror that the man's tweed trousers were protruding slightly just below the alligator belt. Now both of Mr Werner's hands were placed on Nick's big bulging breasts, right over the nipples. "My boy, you are becoming so warm. Maybe I can cool you off. My hands are cool." He began to circle the silver dollar sized brown nipples with his thin, cool hands, and the circular stimulating motion soon had the nipples pointing out from their areolas. The man used his manicured fingers to brush lightly against the pert nubs. Nick felt short of breath. His balls twitched in their sac. "And now my friend, I have to release you from the protection of this shirt. I hope you will excuse my liberties." The gentleman tugged the husky sixteen year old's shirt out from his pants, then took a pair of silver-handled scissors and started slicing the back of the shirt from the bottom. With the greatest care he cut a straight line right up along Nick's backbone till he reached the collar, then snipped through that as well. Finally he cut along the shoulder seams of the shirt and the two pieces of cloth dropped silently to the floor. Once again Nick strained to release himself and this time the old gentleman had a full view of his back muscles shifting and bulging under his tanned olive skin. "My dear boy, you make me as happy as I can ever be by the magnificent posing of your body for my pleasure." He placed his hands on the backs of Nick's powerful shoulders and felt the pumping of the shoulder muscles as the young athlete continued to struggle for freedom, uselessly. The hands dipped down under the hairy armpits and lingered there as Nick thrashed around to the extent he could. When Nick had calmed down a bit, the gentleman used his now warmed-up hands to explore and massage the massive sweaty back. At last Mr Werner went back to his chair, six feet in front of the half nude teenager, straightened his tie, relit his cigar and sipped his brandy. His eyes roamed the beautiful body of his captive, to Nick's acute embarrassment. "Is there anything I can get you, my young Adonis? A glass of water, perhaps? A beer? Coke?" The question was so bizarre Nick couldn't think of anything to say. He saw the man leave the room, then return with a wet face washer. Mr Werner wiped the young guy's hot and sweaty face with the cloth, then his neck, and then the huge slabs of Nick's bulging boy breasts. "What incredible development you have here my young friend, so thick and meaty but with such soft skin." The face washer moved in circles over both over Nick's powerful pecs as if polishing a car, the flesh however mounding ahead of the moving wash cloth. Finally he left. Moments later Mr Werner was back, this time with a single-edged razor blade in his hand. "Do not be concerned, my friend, this will never touch your skin. You see, it will help me reveal more of your magnificence without permanently damaging those cotton trousers. I will open them along the seams. Tomorrow you may take them to a good tailor and have them sewn back together." Mr Werner was incredibly quick and skillful with the razor blade. Within two minutes he had sliced open all the trouser seams, and the pants fell in a heap at Nick's feet. Mr Werner tossed them aside and returned to his chair. At this point only one thing protected Nick's private parts, a bright red pair of nylon briefs. Mr Werner feasted his eyes on this very spot. Nick wanted to disappear. "Nick, you need not be modest with me. You see, I have seen you doing pushups in a state of complete naturalness. Believe me, it has brought me endless delight to watch you. Your brother, too, is a gift to my eyes, but he lacks your bulk and muscularity. I love the way you move, the way these huge man breasts ride on your chest and bounce and quiver with your every movement. Like no other boy I have seen in years. But I yearn to have a closeup look at your most precious possession. You will let me see it, won't you?" Mr Werner drew his chair up closer to the spread-legged youth, and sat in front of him. Nick looked down his excitement mounting realising the guy was just inches from the target, practically breathing on it. He shrank back as far as he could, but given his tight bonds that was only about an inch or two. Mr Werner hooked his thumbs into the waistband of Nick's crimson briefs. He tugged the briefs down an inch. Nick flinched. Another inch. Nick writhed in embarrassment. Another inch, revealing Nick's pubic bush of curly black hair. Mr Werner sighed and continued. The next inch revealed the root of Nick's tool. Another, deeper sigh from the now heavy breathing older man. "This I have dreamed to do. For months I have longed to take all the clothes from your body, the body of a young god, a stud. And now I will see the very centre of your masculine being, it is ... here!" With a swift yank he drew the briefs down a foot, and Nick's thick beer can cock bounced into full view. Quickly Mr Werner snipped the briefs with his silver scissors and threw them aside, then sat back entranced. "It is too wonderful! It is big and thick. It belongs on a bull or a horse, yes? You must be so very proud of your manly equipage. Your skin is smooth as a baby but your penis proves to everyone that you are not a baby but a man." Nick stared up at the ceiling as he felt the warm mouth closing around his organ. Mr Werner's fingers played with Nick's big balls as he licked the cock. Just when Nick had reached the point when he wanted to start pumping in and out of the man's mouth, Mr Werner's mouth released him. But the first pump of his pelvis was not lost on the older man. "Aha, you want to fuck, do you, Nick? That is good. You young fellows are made for fucking. You want to do it all the time, yes? You want to go right now to your girlfriend and plunge your stud cock into her, yes? That would be a beautiful sight, I am certain." Calmly the older man walked to the teenager's rear. In a second Nick heard the rustling tweed, of shoes being removed and set on the floor, of clothing being shed and put aside. "I did not think it would come to this, Nick. I was not sure you would excite me as much as you have. Now I think I have the answer." The chunky melon halves of Nick's butt were parted by the older man's hands. Nick lurched forward as far as his bonds would permit when contact was made. He gulped down sharp breaths through his mouth. The touch and the beginning pressure of cock on his anus. . "Ahhhhhh." For once words failed the talkative old gentleman, as he lodged the head of his now sheathed cock inside the young man's asshole. From there he pushed in very slowly and very steadily, keeping Nick in position for fucking by locking his hands together just below the youth's navel. As he plowed deeper into the rectal canal his strength increased in a way that amazed the younger guy on the receiving end of the fuck. Nick was now impaled. His hunky young body strained and sweated, his buns alternately tensed and relaxed, and his butthole widened submissively to receive the fucking intruder. His own cock had reached a bone hard condition with his mounting excitement. As soon as the older guy had inserted himself all the way up Nick's rectum, his hands began to roam all over the front of the young guy's torso, up along his trim silky smooth stomach with just a hint of puppy fat, up over his beautifully over developed chest, across his large super sensitive nipples, and back down, down to his muscular thighs. A low moan escaped the young man as the hungry hands neared, and then bypassed, the centre of sex, came back around it, under it, teasing it but never touching it. "Please," whispered Nick. As the gentleman began gently to pull himself back, then rock forward, back, and forward, he spoke right into Nick's ear. "Please what, my young jock? What can I do for you that I am not already doing? Tell me exactly what you want." Nick was humiliated to be asking, but he could not hold it inside himself. "Please put your hands on me." "On what part of you, Nick. Say it. Say what you want." "I want your hand on my ... COCK!... Please!" His chest was now pressed against the warm muscular back of the young man. His arms encircling the heavy lower chest of the captive, his hands grasping the fleshy tits and nipples, he drank in the sweet smell of a young male, drawing into his being the essence of that youth, that power, that maleness. For now the power was his, and he was savouring every moment of it. "Please take my cock, and hold it, touch it," Nick begged. Mr Werner nibbled the ear of his captive and then his hands swooped around Nick's thick cock and formed into a tunnel for it to penetrate. The touch was light, sensuous, and steady. Now each time Mr Werner thrust from the rear, Nick's own pelvis thrust is cock right into the tunnel of flesh. When Mr Werner pulled back, so did Nick's cock, rubbing once more against the tunnel walls. Nick was on his way to paradise. Each man was fast approaching the point of no return. Mr Werner was the first to cross the line. With a final deep plunging thrust he felt the dam burst and torrents of cum go pumping into the young butt, deep, deep into the male ass. He had passed into a sexual ecstasy, all his fantasies fulfilled, all his youth recovered. His hands tightened over the young cock in their possession. As Nick felt the hands close firmly over his fevered cock, he too exploded. "Oh my sweet Jesus, I'm cummmmmmiiinnnnggg." His teenage cum spewed in long strings across the room, pumping and spewing all the hot manjuice in his hunky young body, draining his adolescent balls of every drop.

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Date: Wed, 28 Jul 1999 21:26:39 -0700 (PDT) From: Jackson Amacher Subject: ST: Paintball-2 (authoritarian, outdoors) IV. I guess I could have let Jonas use his boots to walk to our prison, but I loved seeing him walk around naked and at my beck and call. As we approached the camp, the border guards leapt out, pointing guns at us. Then they saw what was coming at them, and laughed hysterically. "Nate, that's awesome! What team was he from?," "Browns," I said. "Do we have a prison set up, yet?" "Aren't you something else?," one of the guards said to Jonas, and reached over to tease his dick and balls. From behind, I saw Jonas react by clenching his butt cheeks. "Kind of. We didn't expect so many captured this soon. Just take him over there," the other guard said, motioning behind him. We walked into the Green camp. In my absence, they had gotten things a bit more organized, pitching a few more tents and creating a command center, complete with maps and radios. Towards the center of the camp, there was a square enclosure surrounded by a barbed wire fence that the guys had put up pretty quickly. Two greens guarded the only exit. I saw two captured players inside, both of them yellow. They were stripped to the waist. Jonas attracted a lot of attention as we walked through the camp. A lot of guys stopped what they were doing to give a mock wolf-whistle. Jonas looked absolutely moritified "In you go, Jonas," I said. I untied his leash, but left his hands bound behind him with the cable tie. He walked into the prison enclosure, glanced around a little bit, and then kind of squatted down, so you couldn't see his dick or butt. Such modesty. "Hey man, that's my spot," one of the Yellows said to him. "Sorry," Jonas said, and got up and moved somewhere else. "That's my spot," the other Yellow said. "Where the fuck do you want me to sit?," Jonas asked. "We'll think about that later, honey," the first Yellow said. "Stand up straight, let the folks look at you." Jonas stood upright, and I got another good look at him. His arms were huge, with biceps almost as thick as his neck. His chest was broad and thick with lots of muscle, and the faintest hint of some abs at the stomach. One of the yellows reached over to touch Jonas's chest. He reacted strongly, jerking back and stepping away. "Hey, look, muscle-boy, we've got four untied fists and two pairs of pants. You aren't wearing anything but a cable tie. Now stand the fuck still and let us do what we want or we'll demonstrate to you just how helpless you are," the second Yellow said. Jonas stood upright and stared straight forward. One the yellows started to stroke his chest again, then felt his bicep, and gave him a little tickle under the armpit. The other licked his nipple and ran his hands through Jonas's hair, then went down and stroked Jonas's ass. The two green guards just watched all the action, grinning. "Look at how hard that dick is," the first Yellow said. "Let's see how much he really enjoys this." He started stroking Jonas's helpless cock, delicately tickling his balls and moving his other hand around the cock's head. The guys kind of threatened Jonas, but you could see he was secretly enjoying this very much. He stood there, as still as he could, but started moving his pelvis back and forth. By now a fairly large crowd was outside the fence, staring at our new captive and watching the other prisoners torment him. "Look how much he's getting into this," the second Yellow said. He started helping Jonas along, stroking one nipple and slowing inching another hand's finger into Jonas's ass. Jonas grunted faintly, then louder, then closed his eyes as his dick exploded, jizzing all over the prison floor. "Hey, look at the mess you made in our home!," the second yellow said. "We've gotta live here. Get on the ground and lick that stuff up." They pushed Jonas down on his knees and forced him to bend over and lick some of it up. It was a tough balancing act, and Jonas almost fell flat on his face in his own cum. "That's enough," a loud voice said behind me. It was Jeff, the Green leader. Gratefully, Jonas sat back up. "Martin and Will, it's your mess, so you clean it up," Jeff said. Grumbling, Martin and Will bent down at Jonas's feet and began brushing dirt and dust over the cum puddles, starting to cover it up. "No, guys," Jeff said. "Clean it up. Like Jonas was doing." All it took was the guard to point his gun at them again to make them bend down further, stick out their tongues, and lick the cum off the ground. There wasn't much, so it couldn't have been too horrible for them, but it had to have been humiliating for them. "So, looks like you caught us a juicy prize," Jeff said to me. "Yeah, and that's the best way to keep them from running off. Keeps them obedient and friendly," I said. "I'll bet it does," Jeff said. "You've got a great idea here. Doesn't he, guys?," Jeff asked, turning to the guards. The guards smiled. One of them walked into the prison enclosure, and nonchalantly began pulling off one of the Yellow's pants. The guy almost began to resist, but then realized where he was. When the guard was done stripping the first one, he went on to the second, and finally walked out of the enclosure carrying two sets of clothes. Jeff and I left that scene and started to walk towards the command tent. "You three must have had fun out there. Where is George?" "Lost his clothes and insisted on staying behind," I said. "I told him I'd go back with a new uniform." "His old one fell into enemy hands?," Jeff asked. "Yeah," I said. Jeff shook his head. "Well, at least we got one of theirs. Look, take a pair of pants out to him so he can walk back here wearing at least something. But I don't want to risk sending you out there with a spare uniform for the Browns to capture." "Agreed. I'll just take some underwear for him. He'll understand," I said, smiling. "You dog, Nate," Jeff said. "I ought to promote you. Take Jed and Tyler with you to retrieve George. We don't want to leave him out there too long, do we?" I was in no hurry, though. I kind of liked to think about George, naked and humiliated in the woods, patiently waiting for me to give him a small shred of dignity back. About an hour later, I was headed back out to the woods with Jed and Tyler. Jed wasn't a college kid, but he still didn't look too old. Tyler was in his early 30s, and had a neat head of brown hair and big eyebrows. Both Jed and Tyler were pros. The three of us walked in single file, alert to any sound of an approaching enemy. I led them to the general area of where I had left George buck naked, handcuffed and tied to a tree. I didn't tell them that I had left him like that, of course; only that he was trapped out here, bareass naked. When we found George, I could tell that the Browns had found him first. He was still gagged, and the handcuffs that locked his gag shut and kept him from moving his head away from the tree were there. But I had left him with his hands raised up to the tree limb, and tied there. Now, his hands were handcuffed to the tree limb. I didn't have the key. When George saw us, he started making a lot of noise in the gag. He moved his head as much as he could, motioning downward. We looked at his dick. It wasn't erect anymore. His dick and balls had some sort of gel smeared over them. "Christ, that's Ben Gay on his balls," Jed said. "Must sting like hell!" We could tell that George was pleading with us to wipe the stuff off his balls and let him go. "Can that do serious damage to him?," I asked. "No, he'll be OK, once we take it off," Jed said. "The Browns must have been planning to come back to interrogate him," Tyler said. "We won't be able to hacksaw through all those cuffs in time. Better wait and see if we can ambush the guys that show up." George made louder noises and kept jerking his head downwards, pleading with us. "George, if we wipe it off, it will tip them off that we're here and they'll catch us too," I said, tenderly. "Just hang on a little while longer." We took strategic positions about ten feet away, using our camouflage to conceal ourselves but keeping a clear field of view of George and his tight, helpless ass. I got a sick pleasure out of watching him squirm as he tried to rub that stuff off on his legs without losing his balance. It took about ten minutes, but finally we saw the brush ahead fall apart and a Brown came out. Followed by three others. Four Browns: we were outnumbered. "Did you miss us?," the first one said, pulling a towel out of his pocket and wiping off George's dick and balls. "We brought a bolt cutter to cut your gag off so that you can tell us how grateful you'll be that we set you free." Something was up. The other Brown moved behind George, set his gun down, and unzipped his pants. We could tell what was about to happen. "But first, it's been a long day, and we do want to have some fun," the third Brown said. He kept his paint gun squared levelly at George. "We're taking turns, right guys?," the fourth Brown said. The others nodded. I could hear George squeal in protest. The three of us in the bushes could only watch on as the Brown started to go to work on George's tight ass. The other three kept their guns aimed at George, and watched all the action. Finally, the guy behind George cried out as he shot his load. "That's enough out of you, Freddie," another Brown said. "Take a break." Freddie collapsed back on the ground, without even bothering to pull his pants back up. The next Brown moved into position, dropped his own pants, and started to take his turn. "That's two of them unarmed," I whispered to Jed and Tyler. "We can take them." "I don't think so," Tyler whispered. We argued briefly over whether we should save George. The other guys thought that the two guards were still too alert, and they didn't want to risk getting shot to save George's butt. Our decision was made for us when the second Brown came into George's asshole and collapsed on the ground next to Freddie. He and Freddie began to admire each others' exposed members. The third Brown stripped naked entirely, and leisurely walked behind George. "Now!," Tyler whispered. We rushed out. I put the one Brown still holding a gun in my gunsights and shouted, "Freeze! Drop it!" Tyler and Jed ran to where the three naked and half- naked Browns had let their guns fall, collected them, and then covered them all. "Hands behind your heads!," I shouted, and the four Browns obeyed. I kept the one clothed Brown covered while Tyler went over to the other three and pulled off what remained of their pants and shirts. Then he whipped out cable ties and bound their wrists together behind their heads. I pointed my paint gun straight at the fourth Brown's chest. "Strip naked," I told him. He realized I meant business. I watched as he exposed his body stage by stage, first shirt then pants, until he was as naked as the other three. Jed took a cable tie and bound his wrists. Then he made the four captured Browns stand close together, where he could cover all four. We searched through the pile of discarded clothes, and found a ring of handcuff keys along with the bolt-cutters they had talked about. I used the keys to unlock the cuffs that were holding up George's hands. As soon as his hands were free, he bashfully lowered them to cover up his groin. Such a cutie. The keys to the cuffs that fastened George's gag tight were in my back pocket, but since I didn't want to reveal that I used the bolt cutters to cut the gag off George. Finally free to talk, George's first word to me was, "Thanks." He gave a genuine smile. "Where are we going?," Freddie, the naked Brown who hadn't had a chance with George, demanded. "What are you going to do with us?" "Shut the fuck up," Jed said, and gave Freddie a swift kick in the bare ass. "We own you now." "Leave them here," George said. "Leave them tied up and fucking helpless for anyone to use however he wants." "Hey, George, calm down," I said. "Jed, Tyler, you guys OK taking them back? George and I will catch up once I make sure he's OK." "You got it," Jed said. "Move, assholes." Jed and Tyler pushed the four bound guys, getting them to walk in front of them back towards our camp like I had made Jonas walk just a few hours before. "George, are you OK, really?," I asked. "They didn't really hurt me," George said. "It was just really humiliating. Do you have clothes for me? Where's my uniform?" "George, remember our deal? I risk my ass to save you so that you don't have to walk back into camp naked, and then you're my boy?" "And you keep those photos of me hidden," George added. "Yeah, I remember. Nate, please give me my clothes. I'll be your slave for the rest of the game. I swear it." "Kneel down and repeat that." George did. "Beg for your clothes," I said. He raised his hands and pleaded with me. I stared at him for a while, drinking in the sensation of total power. Finally, I pulled out the pair of briefs Jeff had let me take for George. I waved them over George's head. He reached out to grab them, but I jerked them away. "Not so fast. My every command, obeyed immediately?," I asked. "Yes, sir," George said. "Don't fucking call me 'sir,'" I said. "This isn't a game. We are not role-playing. This isn't for thrills. I'm not pretending. You're my fucking slave. You have no idea what I will do to you if you back out of this," I said. "I won't," George said. "Good," I said. "Take my dick out of my pants without using your hands." George strained upwards to unzip my pants with his teeth. He stuck his tongue into my fly, and probed around the front of my underwear, trying to find the penis hole. My dick was becoming so erect that it was already forcing its way out. George pushed the flap to the side with his tongue, and my dick stuck out of my pants. "You know what to do next," I said. It was wonderful. He was totally responsive, taking cues from me without me saying anything. I tried to draw it out as long as it could go, ordering him to slow down, but in no time I came in his mouth. I told him to swallow it, and he did. I figured he had been through enough that night, so I held out the briefs again. "These are all you get, George. Be thankful Jeff didn't make you march home stark naked, like he should have." I dropped the briefs and George caught them. He put them on. I gave him a pat on the butt, and we headed back for camp. V. The border guards only smiled as I marched George into camp in his underwear. To give the guy a break, I didn't make him walk in front of too many guys. I guided him into a tent and gave him the rest of his uniform there. By the second day, our prison had eleven captives. Jeff had taken my suggestion and stripped all of them. (He called it "confiscating uniforms.") Most of them were tied up, too. Our camp had a video camera, and we took a few minutes' footage of each of the guys, earnestly promising to return the tape once the week's game was over. Then, Jeff called a meeting of the command staff and told us his plan for the day. He was worried that we had encountered so few Yellows. They might be waiting for the Browns and Greens to pick each other off, he said. "I want to send a team of spies to check out the Yellow camp and see what's going on," Jeff said. "We only have two Yellow prisoners, so we only have uniforms for two spies. Volunteers?" I raised my hand. So did Steve, a pretty young but hard- core guy. "Good," Jeff said. "You'll need some sort of cover to get in, though. Any ideas?" "We could bring a prisoner with us," I said. "They'd be so happy to see us bringing in someone that they wouldn't look hard to see if they recognized us." "Good plan. Go for it," Jeff said. "But who will be the prisoner?" I turned my head, stared at George, and smiled. He drew back, but knew he had no choice. He was mine. Before Steve and I could suit up, the Green camp was paid a visit by one of the site's officials, wearing a solid, hunter's orange suit. He checked out our prison camp full of naked men. "You guys have got to play by the rules," he said. "You can confiscate uniforms, but you've got to let them keep their underwear." "I don't hear them complaining," Steve said. "That's because they're mostly gagged," the camp official said. He had us there. "Some of those guys came here that way," Jeff said coolly. "That's their problem. But the other guys, you can't keep them naked. Unless they marched in here stripped, they're entitled to a bit of dignity." We told him we'd comply. Satisfied, he hiked off towards the Brown camp. "You'll have to wear your Green underwear under the Yellow uniforms," Jeff said. "That shouldn't be too much of a problem. Just don't get too friendly with the enemy this time, Nate," he said, and winked at me. I took the Yellow uniform back to my barracks to change. George was in there, along with two other Greens. I stripped down to my underwear, and put the Yellow uniform on. It fit pretty well. "Hey, don't you look like something decked out in that outfit!," George shouted. His two friends laughed. "Hey George," I said. "Strip naked." George looked at me, kind of startled, but realized I meant what I said. I could tell that everything in him wanted to tell me to go to hell, but he knew I had the upper hand. Without saying anything, he pulled off his shirt, T- shirt, boots, socks, pants, and underwear, and stood in front of us while his friends whistled. George had lowered his hands over his crotch. "Put your hands behind your head," I ordered. George raised his hands slowly, revealing his dick. It was still a noticeable shade of brown, left over from Jonas' dye yesterday. I knew how much George hated for other guys to see him naked, so I made him stand there for a while. I thought about making him blow me right there, in front of his friends, and them placing him at their mercy for an encore. I thought about marching his naked ass in front of the whole camp. George's friends started making fun of his discolored penis. They reached over and whacked it, watching it flop back and forth. They poked and grabed at his body, tickling him under the armpits and spanking his butt. "George, I want to take some cable ties along on this trip. Go over to the supply tent and bring me back a handful." George reached down to put his clothes back on. I let him put on his briefs. "That's enough, George. Get moving." I had never seen George move so fast. This was a kid who really didn't like people to see him with his clothes off. If I had made him do it naked, he probably would have flipped out right there. I met Steve near the command tent. We were totally decked out in Yellow equipment and clothing, except for our underwear with its green elastic band. "Are you sure George is OK with being the prisoner?," Steve asked. "We may not be able to get him out of there." "He'll do it, and he'll do OK," I said. George came out of the tent, dressed again. We gave him a radio and a map, but no ammo or gun. Then the three of us headed towards the north. We knew from interrogating the Yellow prisoners, and taking their maps, approximately where their camp was. We avoided the obvious routes and major trails, working our way through the brush. It was tough work, with a lot of branches to push away or crouch underneath. After about an hour, we saw a single Yellow up in a tree in a very good defensive position. My first instinct was to shoot him before he saw me, but then I remembered that I was wearing a Yellow uniform. "Show time, guys," I whispered. "Hey down there," the guard said. "Hey," I said. "We caught a Green." I grabbed George and threw him down on the ground. "Jesus Christ, it's a wonder he hasn't escaped already and brought back the entire Green army with him," the guard said. "You guys know Chris' orders about prisoners. Secure him properly." So, Chris had become the head of the Yellow camp. He was one of the guys who had been ogling me in the locker room. I could only guess what his orders about prisoners were. "We had to wait until we got through the brush," I said. "He wasn't going anywhere." I pointed my gun at George and ordered him to strip. I still wasn't tired of watching George take it off and expose his delicious bod. I don't know why he was so shy about public nudity with a butt like that. But the three of us could see the humiliation in his face as he worked his way down, until finally he was wearing only his underwear. George stripped to his briefs, and then paused, his hands on the waistband. I think he was waiting for me to say that was enough. "Prisoner, if you don't pull those things down in five seconds Chris will have every Yellow cock on the site sample your puny glory hole," the guard said. Closing his eyes, George pulled off his briefs. I walked behind him, pulled his wrists behind his butt, and handcuffed him. Then I gave his ass a little pat, just for old times' sake. "Shit, this guy escaped from the Browns," the guard said, staring at George's dyed dick. "He's either a genius, or an idiot for getting caught and stripped twice." "He told us the Greens staged a prison break," I said. I didn't want to give the boy too much credit. "Gotcha. Carry on," the guard said. We marched George up the trail a few hundred yards, naked and handcuffed. When we were a distance away from the guard, he spoke. "Guys, let me put my pants back on, OK?" "I think we should keep him gagged for maximum effect," Steve said to me, ignoring George. "Roger that," I said. I took George's sweaty briefs and balled them up, sticking them in his mouth. I think his mouth was wide open enough that he couldn't just push them out with his tongue, but we tied a rope around his head to hold them in just to be sure. "A fine piece of work," Steve said, admiring George from the front.

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Date: Wed, 28 Jul 1999 21:27:15 -0700 (PDT) From: Jackson Amacher Subject: ST: Paintball-4 (authoritarian, outdoors) IX. George walked down the line of prisoners like a general inspecting his troops. He'd touch everyone. He tickled some nipples, played with a few dicks, and spanked a couple of people. No one was enjoying it, but there was nothing we could do about it. Finally, George got around to me. He looked up and down at my body, then reached down and started to stroke my cock. To my embarrassment, it became erect almost immediately. I couldn't help it; the humiliation combined with that scene in the cabin made it more excited than ever. George pulled me forward out of the line and turned my body so that everyone could see my erection. "Check it out!," George shouted. "He's really enjoying this!" The other guys stared at me and laughed. "This was the guy who made me strip," George told the Green commander. "Could I keep him to myself for a while?" "Sure," the commander said. "After what you've been through, consider all nine of them yours." George flashed a big smile. "Anybody got a camera?," he asked. Just my luck, someone had a Polaroid. George took one or two shots of the nine of us standing there naked, but then turned all of his attention to me. He got a full frontal and a full rear shot. Then he reached up to me to remove my gag. "Say one fucking word and I'll shoot you up the ass with a paint gun," George whispered into my ear. "It's payback time." George grabbed my shoulders, moved me in front of one of the prisoners, and pushed me down so that I was on my knees. "Suck him off," George ordered. "Just make him hard. Don't let him come." Obediently, I went to work. I reached out with my tongue and caught the guy's penis, then brought it into my mouth and quickly moved my tongue back and forth over the head. As I started to pull him deeper into my mouth, George crouched down and snapped another photo of me-a clear shot of me with some guy's dick in my mouth. Finally I could feel that the guy was hard, so I withdrew. His dick was seven inches long hard, and stuck straight out from his body. "Lie down," George ordered me. I laid on the ground, face up, my bound hands behind my back. Then he called over two of the prisoners. He ordered each one to grab one of my legs and pull it back over my head, so that my legs formed a big V with my asshole up there waiting for service. This was a really painful position, with my hands locked behind my back and my shoulder blades pressed into the ground. George pointed to the guy I had just sucked off and ordered him to come over to me. "Fuck him until I tell you to stop," he ordered. The guy gave me an "I'm sorry" look, then bent down and started to jam his erect cock into my helpless asshole. I didn't resist; I relaxed my muscles and took him in as much as I could. George stepped back and took another photo, again clearly showing my face. Then he set down the camera and stood towering over me, his feet almost touching my head. George unbuttoned his inside-out pants, let them fall, and then took his dick out of his briefs. It was still discolored from the dye that Jonas had put on it. He bent down and pushed it into my mouth. "You know what to do!," he shouted. I started to go to work on George's cock. Honestly, I'd wanted to do this ever since I'd seen his nice naked body that first day I met him. It was almost impossible to do right, though, seeing as how his dick was upside down and I was worried that his pelvis was going to crush my face. Still, I pressed on, trying to give him as much pleasure as possible as quickly as possible. He came fairly quickly. I was sure that he got off on humiliating me like this. George pulled out, and now I only had to worry about the guy that was doing my ass. It may have been his first time, I wasn't sure. George walked behind him and started fingering his ass. That made the guy stop for a second, but George ordered him to keep at it. George started criticizing the guy's technique, barking orders at the poor guy. For my part, all I could do was try to enjoy it. Finally, George ordered the guy to pull out. He hadn't come yet. "I don't have time for incompetent people," George said. "You!," he shouted, pointing to another prisoner in the line. "Get over here." This guy was bigger and stockier than the other one. He had a pretty narrow waist, which spread up to very broad shoulders and pecs, with pretty big biceps. He also had a really cute face: well defined cheekbones, nice thick eyebrows. In other circumstances, I'd be happy to have this guy interested in me. But here I felt nervous as he walked up to me, his dick already erect just from watching the scene. This guy didn't need any orders to go at me. He knelt down on the ground and pushed himself into my asshole. >From my position I could see his face, and the big smile he had while he pounded away on my helpless body. To my surprise, he managed to bend forward and lick my right nipple while he was fucking me. This was too much to take. My pelvis jerked forward, and I shot my load. A lot of it hit my stomach and his chin, but some of it must have hit the legs of the guys who were holding me down. "Not bad, guys, not bad at all," George said. "Think I have a career ahead of me as a photographer?" George bent down to show me another Polaroid he'd taken, clearly showing my naked body getting fucked up the ass. "Fun's fun, but let's get a move on," the Commander said. George replaced the gag in my mouth, stood me up, and gave my naked butt a quick spank. X. They tied blindfolds over all our eyes, and then tied leashes to our necks to lead us around the forest. It must have been a pretty sight, the nine of us naked, bound, gagged, blindfolded, and led around like animals. But the walk definitely wasn't fun. Those bastards didn't give us anything for our feet, so every fucking stone, bristle plant, and stick hurt like hell. We were blindfolded, so we just walked forward until someone tugged on our leashes off to the side to tell us to turn. If we got too far off course, we'd get spanked our pushed. I know I got felt up quite a lot, too. People would grab my dick or balls, or tease me by stroking my nipple. Breathing through the gag was tough, so it had to all be through the nose. I'm was in excellent shape, but the difficulty of breathing combined with the ache of my feet made the trip hell. Worst of all was that it was a hot summer day, and I had no water to drink. I couldn't even open my mouth to ask for any. Before long, I was worried that I was going to faint from the exhaustion. Finally, we stopped walking. I could hear guys sitting down and making light conversation. I thought I could also hear water splashing. I just stood there, feeling the wind on my dick. Someone took off my blindfold. I immediately recognized where we were. We were near Boulder Pond, a puddle of dirty algae-infested water barely worth its name. If I remembered the map right, we were about five minutes from the Green camp. Our Green captors were drinking water from their flasks, and some of them were splashing water from the pond onto their faces and necks. George finished drinking his water, and walked over to me. Everyone else got quiet, and people stared at us. George held up his flask of water. "Want some of this?," he asked me. I nodded fervently. I really, really, wanted some of that water. I was ready to collapse if I didn't get some water, soon. "Well, how about that," George said. "Water's precious, you know. What will you give me for a drink?" I couldn't answer, of course, because I still had the gag in my mouth. I desperately looked at George, my former slave, in the eye, pleading with him to let me have some water. "A slacker like you has to do work in order to earn your water," George said. "Look at your buddies, here," George said. He grabbed my shoulders and turned me around to face the other eight naked prisoners. They all looked sweaty and exhausted, like me. Their blindfolds, at least, had been taken off. "See how tired they look?," George said. "Do what you can to make them feel better. It's up to you. If I think you do a good job, I'll let you have a drink. Here, I'll let you have your mouth and hands," he said. He removed my gag and then untied my hands from behind my back. I paused for a second, glad to be able to finally relax my shoulders and take a deep breath through my mouth. I was tired and disoriented, and not at all sure what I was supposed to be doing. "Get to work, dumbfuck! Make your fellow prisoners happy! The clock's ticking," George shouted. I decided that what I would want most was some cool water on my skin. So, I walked over to the prisoner who was closest to the water, led him to the pond, and splashed some water on his face and shoulders. Then I cupped some water in my hands and let it fall down on his back, massaging it a bit. I moved on to the next guy. I splashed some water on his face too, and put some water on his back. But just as I was about to stand up and move on, he gets up first and puts his dick in front of my mouth. "Uh oh, looks like he wants something more." I looked up at the guy's face. The sadistic fuck couldn't grin with a gag in his mouth, but I could see in his eyes that he was happy with the situation. There was nothing I could do about it. George had turned me into less than a prisoner; I was a prisoner's slave. I opened wide and took his dick in, using my best technique to make him cum as quickly as I could. Luckily, he was pretty randy, and came quickly. I went over to the next guy. He didn't even want to waste time with pond water. He just nodded towards his dick. I kneeled down in front of it, but just as I was about to service him he turned around and presented his ass to me. "Guess he needs a different part of his body cleaned," George said. "Do what he wants, cutie." I couldn't believe this. I had never rimmed a guy in my life. I enjoyed it when it was done to me, but the idea of doing it to someone else, especially like this with people watching, was disgusting and humiliating. I closed my eyes and stuck my tongue forward, working it in and out and up and down, trying to do my best not to gag. I didn't know what I was doing, or what I was supposed to do to make him feel good. After a few minutes of this, he just pulled forward to end it. The next guy wanted more of the same. Only instead of standing up, he got down on the ground and laid face down. At first I thought he wanted a standard fuck up the ass, but when I got into position to do that he grunted through his gag and angrily nodded towards the guy I had just serviced. I got the message. Taking a deep breath, I got on all fours between his legs and bent down to repeat the disgusting act I had just performed. Before I even got started, another prisoner got behind me and clumsily started trying to fuck me. He couldn't use his hands to guide his dick, so I had to help him with a free hand. I think that if I had been less tired and less humiliated, I would have enjoyed this three- way, but all I really wanted was for it to end. Finally, the guy jizzed over my back, and the Greens applauded. "Well done, well done," George said. "Here, you've earned it," he said, handing me his flask. I took a long drink. "Go get washed up," George said, pointing to the pond. I waded in and washed some of the sweat off my body. "There's one more thing before we get going again," George said as I walked out of the pond. George had a small plastic bottle with him. He handed it to me. "Rub that all over your body," he ordered. I opened the bottle and recognized the smell: baby oil. Oh, Jesus Christ. Without saying a word, I rubbed the oil all over my skin, starting with the chest, then arms, then legs. I was going to stop there, but George glared at me, so I rubbed the oil over my dick, balls, and ass. I looked down at my chest and saw how the oil made my skin shiny. It was as if they were preparing to put me on display, making my body look as attractive as it could be. I was scared to death. "OK, enough fun," the Commander shouted. "Get them ready for transport, and let's go!" They put my gag back in and retied my hands behind my back. They left the blindfolds off, though. Leashes in place, they led us towards the Green camp.

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Date: Wed, 28 Jul 1999 21:27:01 -0700 (PDT) From: Jackson Amacher Subject: ST: Paintball-3 (authoritarian, outdoors) V. We got to the Yellow camp about three minutes later. The entrance had a big fence, with barbed wire and camouflage fabric to make it impossible to see inside. Very impressive; better than what we had. The border guards immediately went for George. They tickled his nipples and stoked his stomach. When they saw how his dick reacted to that, they yukked it up and started giving George a hand job. They stopped before he could cum, but they left him with a huge hardon. We made him march into the camp that way. George's face and stomach were beet red with humiliation. The Yellows didn't have a prison camp. They had about ten prisoners total, each of them buck naked, gagged, and blindfolded. Each one was tied spread-eagle between two wooden posts, unable to move his hands or legs. Each of their dicks was dyed bright yellow. They were spaced evenly around the camp. No two of them were close to each other, but wherever you were, you could see most of them, and you were always close to one. Most of them were Greens, but some were probably Browns. Seeing us, a team of two yellows trotted over to us, carrying some thick rope. "Good catch, guys, this boy is a cutie. And ready to go, I see!," one of them said, slapping George's erect dick and watching it flop back and forth. "We'll set him up for you. Which one of you gets first crack at him?" I glanced at Steve. "Uh, he does," Steve said. "Great! Give us five minutes." We walked around the camp for a bit. It felt weird to be surrounded by the enemy, pretending to be Yellow when underneath we were Green. We avoided conversation, afraid that we would say the wrong thing and get our asses kicked. Steve grabbed my arm and pointed. "Look," he whispered. There were Browns. Talking with Yellows. Not prisoners, either. They were talking like old friends, like teammates. "An alliance," Steve whispered. Before I could answer, I heard a scream behind us. We turned, and saw a naked green being tortured. They had closepins clamped down on both nipples, and were turning them slowly. I looked at his anguished face, and saw that it was Tyler, the guy who had helped me save George. "How many entrances to the Green camp?," his tormentors asked. "Where are they?" Tyler told them to go to hell. They twisted the clamps some more, and even put one on his dick, but he gave no answer. So, they untied his feet, and put some green underwear on him. You could tell they weren't his: they were about one or two sizes too small. "Holy shit," Steven whispered. They brought a bucket out, and seemed to be picking things up out of it, pulling Tyler's waistband forward, and dropping stuff in. He started shouting for them to stop, and shouted, "Take it out! Take it out!" We inched closer. The bucket was filled with nightcrawlers and earthworms. They also had a jar holding a huge spider with some kind of colored marking on its back, and another jar holding a bunch of black beetles, each an inch long or more. "We'd be glad to strip you again," one of the enemy tormentors said to Tyler. "Just answer our questions." Tyler just swore at them, and despately swung his hips around, trying to shake the worms out of his underwear. But the underwear was too small, and the leg bands were too tight. He was helpless. "I think he's hungry," the other tormentor said. "Maybe after some food, he'll talk." He unscrewed the beetle jar, and pulled one of the big ones out. His friend forced Tyler's mouth open, and they threw the beetle inside and then held Tyler's mouth shut. "Chew and swallow," they said. We could see Tyler's jaw move, and then saw him grimace as his Adam's Apple bobbed up and down. I wanted to do something to help Tyler out, but there was nothing I could do without blowing my cover. "Yo!," a Yellow called out to us. He was standing next to George. I was expecting George to be tied spread-eagle like the other guys, but instead they had his neck and wrists locked into a yoke, like in Colonial Massachusetts. "Game time!," he shouted. A bunch of Yellows gathered in a circle around George and me. "Here's your equipment," he told us, motioning to George. "You're tonight's player?," he asked me. "Yeah," I said. I wondered what the hell was going on. Steve leaned over and whispered to me. "It's a sick game they have. We learned about it from the Yellows we captured. Whoever can humiliate a prisoner the most gets to skip his next patrol shift." "On your mark, get set, go!," the Yellow shouted, and stepped back. George looked at me with terror. I just smiled back. VI. I started out by walking over to George and running my finger under his chin, lifting his head up to look at me. Without saying anything, I unzipped my pants, took out my dick, and pointed at it. George bent down, trying not to hit me with the yoke. He took my dick into his mouth, and began giving me a blowjob. Not quite as well as he had done before, though. "You're no good at this, I said." I turned around, unbuttoned my pants, and pushed them down about a foot, presenting my ass to George. I was careful to hide the green band on my underwear. "Try it there," I said. George really wasn't too bright. He started by just licking my ass cheeks. "No, George. Go inside," I said. The Yellows standing around us really whooped it up at that. I guess no one had thought of that one before. I felt George's tongue enter my anus. I had to order him to stick it in deeper. It felt incredible as he moved his tongue in and out. I keep myself pretty clean there, but I guess he didn't enjoy it too much. I reached around and slapped the top of his head, and he started to go faster. I was coming close to orgasm and my dick was completely erect by now, but I didn't want to end it yet. I pulled away from George, and he collapsed to the ground. I told him to stay like that. I grabbed his legs, and put them on my shoulders, spreading them pretty wide apart. George looked confused; he seriously didn't see what was coming next. I rammed into him, face to face, with his legs bent up and back in that V position. That position kept his ass pretty tight, and let me look at him in the eye while I fucked him. Finally, I couldn't hold it off anymore, so I withdrew quickly and came on the ground. George did the same. To top it all off, I rubbed my foot in the pools of semen, mixing it with the dirt, and then held my boot up to George's face and made him lick it off. George retched a few more times, but finished it off. I had to hand it to him; the whole time, he didn't complain. It was like he enjoyed it. I pulled my pants back up. The guys around us were cheering and patting me on the back. I guess no one even wanted to try to top it off. A yellow guy came up to Steve and I. "The name's Jack," he said. "This one's too cute for the stockades. Mind if I borrow him for a night as our barracks boy?" What kind of operation did these Yellows have? I was on the wrong team. "Sure," I said. "Thanks," Jack said. "Feel free to come by." Jack grabbed George by the shoulders and forced him to march towards into one of the tents. Steven and I watched George go. We knew no one would hurt him, but we felt bad about letting them use him as a sex slave like that. Still, there was nothing we could do. Trying not to be noticed, we walked around the camp a bit to see what was going on. We saw that, unlike our camp, the yellows had a secret weapon: a big bowie knife. They had a guy busily working away at a big pile of tree branches, whittling the tips down to a sharp point to make a pretty savage looking spear. He had a big pile of spears already done. I noticed something else. The official that had come into the Green camp yesterday and told us we had to let the prisoners keep their underwear was in the camp here. Only he was wearing a yellow uniform. They had stolen an orange official's uniform! I looked at the naked prisoners in the stockades, and recognized one of them. These bastards had actually captured an official, stripped him naked, and put him on display. We were dead. VII. Steve and I learned that the Yellows, allied with the Browns, were planning a full-scale attack on the Green camp tomorrow. We debated running back to give them warning, but there was no way to get there in time. Because of our disguise, we didn't have Green radios, either. Plus, we didn't want to abandon George to spend the rest of the game as a kept slave boy in a barracks full of hungry soldiers. We walked into the barracks that night to check up on George. When we walked in, the place had about five Yellows in it. Most had taken off their shirts, and two were down to their underwear, but none of them were naked. George was standing in the middle of the barracks, totally naked, with his hands at his sides. Another kid was standing near him, pointing a sharpened spear at his back. At first I thought the other kid was naked, too, but then I saw that he was wearing a really tiny green loincloth, probably made from a torn pair of briefs. It only barely covered his dick. I recognized the kid from the Green camp. He was named John; we knew he got captured early on George was slowing bringing his hands together, covering up his crotch. "None of that, pretty boy," John said. "Hands behind your head." George didn't move at first. But then John poked him in the back with the spear, and George's hands shot up. "Hey guys," one of the Yellows said as we walked in, "thanks for the loan. We're just about to get started. You want another shot at him?" I shook my head, but Steve, to my surprise, said yes. "He's all yours," the Yellow said. Steve walked around George once or twice, looking at his naked body up and down. Without saying anything, Steve unzipped his pants, took out his fully erect cock, and jammed it into George's ass. The Yellows started to cheer him on as he thrust in and out. If George was used to this thing at all, he definitely wasn't used to taking it standing up like that with his arms locked behind his head. He came close to losing his balance once or twice. Steve took his sweet time with George, pounding away at him for quite a while. None of us could take our eyes off the scene. George clearly wasn't enjoying it at first, but eventually we saw his dick perk up and a bright expression came up on his face. Finally, Steve shouted out in orgasm. He pulled his dick out of George, but immediately grabbed his head to prevent himself from coming. "Turn around and kneel," Steve ordered. George obeyed. "Open wide," Steve said. George closed his eyes and opened his mouth. Steve put the head of his cock in George's mouth and let go, shooting his cum down George's throat. "Swallow that, and lick me clean," Steve ordered. George closed his mouth around Steve, and we could see him obediently licking Steve's cock clean. Steve pulled his dick out of George's mouth and patted him on his head. "Good job, boy," Steve said, like he was talking to a dog. The Yellows took George and laid him face down on a lower bunk, and then tied him spread eagle to the four posts. One of them took out a tube of lube, squeezed out a glob, and spread it over George's helpless anus. "Okay, guys," the Yellow said. "Should the urge grab you, he's ready to go." None of them fucked George right away. A few walked by and gave him a spank or tossed his hair, but most stripped down to their underwear and just went to bed. Steve and I did the same, picking beds that weren't too far from George. Steve was able to go to sleep right away, but I couldn't. Every hour or so, some horny guy would wake up, walk over to George, and start fucking his ass. Finally, about the time it was dawn, they stopped. VIII. The next morning, Steve and I had a quick private talk. We had found out more than enough information about the Yellow camp, and we were worried that sooner or later we'd be found out. We decided our best course would be to get ourselves assigned to a patrol, and then just split. We'd take George with us if we could, but if we couldn't, so be it. But before I went, I wanted to take advantage of one last benefit the Yellows enjoyed. During a paintball game you don't shower every day, of course, but it had been a couple days for me, and after yesterday's action I was literally itching to get myself cleaned up. All three camps had showers, of course, but the ones we had in the Green camp were always being used. The Yellow camp had a shower cabin off to the south side of the camp. It was a nice setup, with a small locker room and a big tiled common shower room with eight shower heads. I walked over to the shower cabin, nodded at the guard posted outside, and walked in. Picking a locker, I stripped down and put my clothes inside, taking care to make sure no one noticed my green underwear band. There were seven other guys taking showers, so I took the last shower head. The other guys were really impressive looking. They all had great biceps and chests, and some of them had really nice abs. The guys across the room from me were facing away from me, so I had a great view of their V- tapered backs and nice tight asses. I squeezed some soap from the dispenser in the wall and began to lather up. Suddenly, I heard a loud popping noise. It came from outside the shower cabin. The eight of us froze: it was the sound of a paint gun firing. There was shouting, and we heard boots stomping. "Shit!," one of the guys shouted, and turned off his shower. He started to run towards the lockers, but he was too late. About ten greens, fully uniformed and armed with paint rifles, marched into the shower room and blocked our escape. There was a lot of panic and confusion. I saw a flurry of naked butts running away from me and flopping penises and balls running towards me as my "fellow" Yellows tried to escape, but it was too late. "Showers off! Turn the fucking water off!," one of the Greens shouted. I couldn't remember his name, but I knew he was some sort of commander. Green soldiers trotted over to the faucets to turn off the few showers that were still on. "All right you naked shriveled pricks, get on the floor now, face down, before we plant paint balls in your rectums for fun!," the commander shouted. Quickly, I looked around to see if I knew any of the Greens so that I could tell them that I was really one of them. To my relief, I saw three: Ted, Jed, and James. I had been on missions with all three. James was closest, so I took a walk towards him. "Guys, it's me, Nate--" I began, but before I could finish James pushed me down onto the hard tile floor. "On the floor, Yellow cocksucker!," he shouted. Someone grabbed my arms and tied my wrists together. I glanced up and saw that Green soldiers were doing the same to the other seven "yellows." A couple of the other guys started shouting for help. The Greens didn't take kindly to that at all. Within seconds, soldiers produced wadded-up Yellow briefs from our locker room and jammed them into their mouths. In the madness of it all, I realized that my Green underwear could prove that I was one of them. But when James came to me holding my Green briefs, he paused for a second, stuck them into his pocket, and jammed some socks into my mouth instead. That bastard, I thought. He knew I was a Green, but he was going to take me as a naked prisoner anyway, Bound, gagged, and completely helpless, they forced us to stand. "Now guys, I know how this looks," the commander said. "And let me assure you, there's nothing perverted like this. If you all cooperate and do what we tell you, we won't lay a hand on you and you'll all get your pants back as soon as we're out of your camp." I didn't believe a fucking word he was saying, but I kept listening. "Sprint for the woods," the commander said. "The border is only twenty yards away, and we've taken care of the guards. If you run fast and don't try anything funny, no one will see you naked. Now, move!" The guards gave us a quick spank on the butt to get us moving. Like sheep, we obediently sprinted for the border. I watched as those tight ass cheeks clenched and unclenched with each pace, and the dicks and balls around me bounced unrestrained. I was terrified, but also highly turned on. We got into the woods, and it didn't look like anyone had seen us or was going to rescue us. "Keep running," a Green soldier instructed us, motioning down the trail. We sprinted about thirty more yards, and came to a small cabin with windows. The Yellows used these as border guard stations. The Green soldier opened the door to the cabin and held out his arm, pointing at the eight of us. "Get in," he said. We looked into the cabin. It wasn't more than five feet by five feet. But the first thing we noticed was that there was a Yellow guard there, stripped naked and tied to the light fixture hanging from the ceiling. He was even more helpless than we were. "What the fuck are you waiting for? Get your scrawny naked bodies in there," the Green guard shouted at us. Four of them went in. The fifth one had some trouble, because there was so little room. Then I went in. Rubbing against these guys was inevitable; you had to squeeze past their muscular frames just to stand. The other three guys squeezed in. "Sit tight and don't make a sound," the Green guard said. "We'll collect all of you for the trip home once we regroup from our attack." Then, he paused, as if he just remembered something. "Oh, by the way," he said. "We could never have caught you if your border guard hadn't screwed up." Then the Green guard shut the door, locked it, and trotted away. It was crowded as hell in there, but we could still see the border guard hanging in the center of the cabin. He was gagged too, like the eight of us, and had this desperate look in his eyes like he was denying that it was his fault that our asses were in Green hands. That alone was enough to completely piss us off. The guy standing in front of him turned around so that his hands could reach the border guard's nads. He grabbed his balls and gave them a squeeze. The border guard jumped in pain, and knocked the guy standing behind him backwards. That guy fell towards me, and his hands and butt brushed my own nearly-erect dick. He caught himself, and took a step towards the border guard. From where I was standing, I couldn't be sure, but it seemed like he started to rub his dick against the guy's ass. The border guard started shouting into his gag, so I guess probably something more was going on. They left us like that for a long time. We were all still wet from the showers. If you tried to move, you immediately brushed up against some other guy's slippery dick or ass--it was that crowded. That many naked male bodies together generated a lot of heat, and the cabin's windows were fogged in. The smell of the sweat, the wood cabin, and the ropes binding our hands was in combination very sexy. We heard footsteps coming towards the door, and it flew open. The Greens shouted at us to get out of the cabin, and we did. Pointing guns and spears at us, they forced us to trot away from the Yellow camp. In the confusion, I didn't get to look around much. After a few minutes of running, all of us came to a halt. There was no way the Yellows would be able to come rescue us now. "Prisoners, stand at attention!," the Green commander shouted. We all stood straight, chests out. They made us line up, hip to hip, so that they could take us all in with one glance. It was really uncomfortable and humiliating to have them leering at our naked bodies like that. For the hundredth time that day, I tested the strength of the ropes that kept my hands behind my back. For the first time I got a look at the Greens. That gave me a shock. There was the original ten that had raided our shower cabin, plus two other guys. Both were naked. One was George, my former slave. This Green raid had been more than a mission to take us prisoner; it was a jail break, too. James reached into his pocket, took out my green briefs, and handed them to George. George thanked him, and quickly put them on. Bastards!, I thought. My last chance at proving I was a Green until I got back to camp was now clinging to George's tight ass. The Greens gave George some Yellow pants and a T-shirt, both turned inside out to hide the colored checks. Wearing clothes for the first time in a day or two, George walked over to us.

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Date: Wed, 28 Jul 1999 21:26:02 -0700 (PDT) From: Jackson Amacher Subject: ST: Paintball-1 (authoritarian, outdoors) Paintball - Part 1 by Jackson Amacher (j_amacher@yahoo.com) This fictional story is for adults only. It will be posted in installments. For the complete story, along with other stories by the same author, visit: http://www.geocities.com/WestHollywood/Chelsea/6257/index.html I'm not an expert in paintball, but I had played a few times before. My friend Jonas knew that, so he invited me on a game at a famous site in western North Carolina with a couple of his friends, and I agreed to go along. We drove out there Friday after work, doing about 90 in Jonas' new Ford Explorer. There was the two of us, plus three other guys Jonas knew. After a quick reception, the camp directors ran over the rules. No big surprises, except that we weren't allowed to bring any gear in except what they provided for us. Also, they would pick the teams. They sent us into the locker rooms. There was a guy who worked for the site there, wearing a bright hunter's orange uniform. "Take off all your clothes and put them in a locker, then shut the door. When you're all done, we'll bring in your gear," he told us. There were a couple of college kids at the end of the locker room near him. One of them asked, "Why, do you guys get a kick out of seeing us naked or something?" "Security. We don't want you transferring anything we didn't give you into your uniform's pockets. This is a totally controlled game. Strip down." Getting undressed in front of other guys doesn't bother me, but I get worried that when they get undressed in front of me they'll be able to tell from the way that I look at them that I'm gay. So, I kept my eyes to the wall. I stripped slowly, shirt first, then shoes, then pants, then underwear, folding everything and putting it into my locker. I resisted the urge to glance around at the other guys while I was doing this. But finally, I was naked. I didn't shut the locker door, because I knew that once I did there was no going back. I turned around, and saw that I was the few guys who was naked. Most of the other guys didn't strip all the way. A couple guys just took off their shirts. That made me feel kind of weird. A lot of guys were kind of glancing my way, trying not to stare. I wondered if I was the only tool who was going to be following the directions today. I thought of going back and putting my pants back on if the other guys weren't going to strip yet, but then I realized that would just look stupid. Only a few of us were naked, but at least none of us had locked our lockers behind us. Jonas was next to me. He glanced at my body really briefly, then bent down to pull down his pants. As he did, his butt knocked my locker door shut. It slammed with a loud metal clang, and you could hear the click of the lock falling in place. Jonas was now wearing only his briefs. "Whoops, sorry. Hey, looking good, Nate," he told me, and smiled. While I was trying to figure out what the hell that meant, he shucked off his briefs, tossed them in his locker, and closed the door. We stood around for a while. It pissed me off that most of the guys were still wearing clothes, and just sitting around talking. I was sure that some of them were staring at me. The uniformed guy was shouting again. "Look, you've got to all strip down. They won't bring the uniforms in here until everyone's naked and every locker is shut. Now, move!" Finally, group by group, the clothes came off, and the guys locked them away. Before long I was in a room of naked men. "So, where's our stuff?," one of the college kids, now totally naked, asked. "Is this just a peep show for you freaks?" "I've radioed it in, they're bringing your stuff." Radio or no, it still took them about ten minutes to bring our uniforms in. Maybe they wanted to give us more time to get to know each other. Finally, they came in with our uniforms. They had them folded into packages, wrapped in brown paper with names written on it. They called out last names, and tossed the packages to you. Problem was, there were only packages for about a third of us. The guys who got packages opened them. They had white briefs with yellow waistbands and camouflage pants and shirts with yellow checks. They all got dressed. "There's still a bit of a delay getting the rest of the clothes to you, but they'll be in soon," the guy in the hunter's orange uniform told us. Thankfully, most of the college kids were still naked. But some of them were dressed, and making trouble. It was pretty immature bullshit. They'd grab a naked kid and put him in a headlock, holding him up so we could all see him full frontal. A couple of guys grabbed one poor kid, held his arms, and gave him a couple spankings. It was another ten minutes before they brought in the next batch of packages. This time it was white briefs with brown waistbands and camouflage shirt and pants with brown checks. There was no package for me. Now I was really uncomfortable. I was naked, and I was in the minority. I'd been in lots of locker rooms before, of course, starting with middle school and working my way through high school, college, and then a number of gyms. But there was something in the atmosphere that made me feel weird. A sort of competition. People checking each other out, getting ready to compete. And all those guys in uniforms staring at my naked, helpless body didn't make me feel like I could beat them. The yellows and browns started to form off into different parts of the locker room. Those of us who were naked took the parts of the locker room that were left. The only guy I knew on my team was Jeff, who was looking very nervous and very cute. It was kind of cold in the locker room, and his nipples were erect. Like me, he had his hands folded in his lap, hiding his crotch. Finally, they brought our clothes in. We were green. At the same time, they brought boots in for everyone. We were ready to go, almost. "Guys, we're really sorry for the delay," the attendant in the hunter's orange uniform said. "Let's head over into the supply room and get you ready." They gave us maps, water, paint guns, and 10 rounds of ammo each. "The rules are simple," the attendant told us. "If you get shot, radio in and we'll bring you out. I don't recommend getting shot," he added. "It will sting, and when you're back here you'll have to just sit on your ass for the rest of the game. "Each team has a flag. Capture the other two flags and you win. You'll find more equipment spread around the site." They loaded us into three busses and dropped us off in our camps in the field. The game was on. II. The thing most people don't realize about paintball is that it hurts like hell when you get shot. Those weapons aren't too accurate, so they make up for it by having them spit out the paint pellets really fast, so they can hit something vaguely in front of your gun. Skin can break; people can get bruises. The second thing that people don't realize is that it's all about taking prisoners. You don't have much ammo. The people that run the games never give much out. The stuff is expensive. They don't want you to make a huge mess by shooting up the entire woods. And it makes the game more fun by making you conserve your ammo. The Green camp was a couple of tents. We chose Jeff as our leader. He had more experience than the rest of us, and he seemed to know what was going on. He set up patrols and scouts. Jeff put me on what was called advance scout duty. Basically, my job was to cross enemy lines and try to see what they were up to. I was new at this stuff, so Jeff sent two experienced guys with me, Ted and James. Ted was one of the college kids, and pretty hard core. James was in his thirties, and in pretty good shape. We left camp, headed west towards what we thought was the brown territory. After about twenty minutes of walking, Ted held out his arm, and signaled for us to hit the ground and freeze. We did. Up ahead was two guys in brown uniforms. From the looks of it, they were posted as lookouts. They were certainly making a hell of a lot of noise. They definitely didn't see us. Staying close to the ground and off the trail, we crept towards them silently. The three of us took positions surrounding them, and lied on the ground, waiting for Ted to signal our attack. "Rick, I'm going to take a piss, be right back," one of the Browns said. He walked in my direction. I was afraid he would see me, but I guess my camouflage worked. With his back to me, I saw him reach in front of his pants to unzip, and then I thought I could see him spraying a tree. "Now!," Ted shouted. I leapt up and rushed towards him, with my paintgun rifle pointed square at his back. A pretty easy catch, really, since there was no chance he could reach for his gun with his dick in his hands. Ted and James covered the other guy, Rick. "Hands in the air!," James shouted. Rick dropped his rifle to the ground and raised his hands. "We surrender!," he shouted. My guy had his hands up, too. "Turn around," I told him. He turned around slowly. I glanced at his limp cock hanging in front of his pants. "Throw your gun down slowly," I said, and he did. "Put that thing away, too," I said, motioning at his dick. He zipped up. We had Rick and the other Brown stand next to each other while we tried to decide what to do. "No sense in wasting ammo shooting them," James said. "But we can't be weighted down with prisoners this early in the mission." "Yeah, and I don't want to walk these guys back to our camp's prison so soon," Ted said. "If they are this close to us already, we need to press on and catch some more." "We can't just leave them here," I said. "They'll run off and reveal where we are." Then Ted got a big smile on his face. "Let's pants 'em," he whispered. James and I nodded. James went over to Rick, and I went to my catch. "What's your name?," I asked. "Bill," he said. "Bill, take off your shirt." Bill glanced over at Rick, his fellow brown, and saw that he was already down to his T-shirt. So, Bill pulled off his camoflage shirt and dropped it to the ground. "That too," I said, jabbing his T-shirt. Bill reached down to his waist, grabbed the T-shirt, and pulled it up over his head and let it fall to the forest floor. "You follow orders real well," I said. "Strip off the rest, just for fun." "Oh come on, this isn't necessary," Bill said. "You can take us back to your camp, or let us go there, or..." "Shut up or I'll plant a wad of paint on your chest. Take it off." Bill bent down to remove his boots, then his socks and pants. That left him in his briefs, with their distinctive brown waistband. "These too?," he asked sheepishly, tugging on his waistband. I nodded. He was pretty cute naked. The cool forest fall air was making his nipples stick up, and the humiliation of the experience seemed to make his cock stand up straight. We marched both of our naked captives about fifty paces from the trail. We had them sit down in front of some tree trunks. James took the laces out of their boots, and tied their hands behind their backs around the trees. For a final measure, we gagged both of them with their own socks. "Ain't they cute?," Ted asked. "We should bring some other guys over to see this." "Looks like they're enjoying the experience, too," James said. He pointed to their cocks, which were both totally erect. "Hey, I've got an idea," Ted said. He bent down and grabbed Rick's cock, and started stroking it. "Awesome," James said. I took a cue and went to work on Bill, rubbing his cock up and down and aiming it at Rick. Bill and Rick started squirming, pulling at their binds to try to break free and stop us, but there was no use. I could feel that Bill was getting ready to shoot, so I started tickling his nipples to send him over the edge. He shot his load and it hit Rick square in the chest. "My guy went first, I win," I said, smiling. "Very funny," Ted said, and increased his speed on Rick's cock. Twenty seconds later, Rick returned Bill's favor. "OK, lovebirds, sit tight," James said. "We'll come back for you later." We left them there, naked and tied to the trees, with cum drying on their chests. III. Before we could leave, my radio went off. I answered. It was Jeff, our green leader. He wanted me to break off from the group and head towards a new location. It was guard duty. I was working with a college kid named George. Our job was to protect a clearing in the forest a couple hundred yards to the west of our camp. It was somewhat boring work, and George was getting fed up. We hung around for a few hours, but no one came by. "I've had enough of this shit," George said. "Let's go further out and scout to see what's out there." "That's a pretty stupid idea, George," I said. "We'll get caught, or shot, without the right backup." "Look, sissy, I didn't go on this game to sit on my ass and wait to take orders. Let's head out," George said. "George, I won't stop you, but I'm going to stay here and guard the post." "Cool," George said. "If I'm not back in fifteen minutes, radio for help, OK?" George ran off, taking his gun and some supplies with him. I was alone now, so I decided to hide up in a tree, where I could get a better view of people approaching the clearing. About twenty minutes passed. Something must have happened to George. I didn't radio back to camp, though. I heard some crunching of leaves on the forest floor. I strained to see what it was. It was George. He was stripped naked. His hands were behind his back, probably bound there, and there was a rope tied around his neck. Holding the other end was Jonas, decked out in his nice Brown camouflage. George was leading the way. As he got closer, I could see how thoroughly Jonas had humiliated him. His hands were handcuffed behind his back, and there was a gag in his mouth. His dick looked like it had been painted brown. Finally, his ankles were tied together, with only about two feet of rope between them, making it possible to walk but not to run. It was kind of scary, but it was still a gorgeous sight. He had nice pecks and beautiful abs. His arms had nice, bulging biceps, which stood out nicely against his muscular, rounded shoulders. Those college boys had time to do nothing but work out and make themselves gorgeous. And now Jonas had caught one. Jonas proceeded carefully. Before entering the clearing, while he was still outside my range, he yanked on George's leash and George halted. Jonas took the gag out of George's mouth. "Sweetie, where's your boyfriend?" "I don't see him. I told him to go back for help if I'm not back in ten minutes. When he gets here with reinforcements, your homo ass is going to be so--" George cut him off, stuffing the gag back into his mouth. He gave George a quick spank and stroked his nipples. George pulled away, but Jonas kept the leash tight and the gun pointed at him. I suddenly noticed that George's cock was almost erect. He was getting a kick out of this! "Let's go find him. I'd love for him to join our little party. You two could have fun together." My dick jumped at that thought. I almost considered letting myself get captured. Jonas pointed the gun at his captive and said, "March." George walked forward, directly under the branch I was in. Jonas followed. As soon as Jonas was under me, I jumped down. I came from above; he didn't know what to expect. I landed on him, knocking his gun out of his hands. I hung onto my gun, and pointed it directly at Jonas. "George, go grab that gun!," I shouted. His leash dangling from his neck, George hobbled over to the gun as fast as he could, and tried to bend down and pick it up with his hands behind his back. I frisked Jonas while he was on the ground, and didn't feel any other guns. "Stand up, Jonas," I said. He did. "No funny stuff. Drop that backpack on the ground, now," I said. Jonas did as he was told. "Take off your shirt," I said, keeping the gun pointed at him. Jonas did nothing, and just smiled. "Don't fuck with me, Jonas," I said. "I'd love to get a kill, but I'd rather save my ammo. And give you, my best buddy, a chance at rescue or escape and one fewer bruise on your skin." Jonas took off his shirt and tossed it on the ground. Then he took off his T-shirt with its brown collar and put it on the ground. His chest glistened with sweat. It rose up and down as he breathed heavily. "Turn around. Hands behind your back," I said. One of the supplies we had found at the green camp was a large supply of cable ties. The people that ran the game gave all of us different supplies. From the looks of poor George, the Browns had handcuffs. I pulled a cable tie from my pocket, wrapped it around Jonas's wrists, and pulled tight. I spun Jonas around and took off his boots and socks. Then I paused, looked at Jonas again, and raised my fingers to tickle and tease his nipples. "You know what comes next, honey?," I asked. He got a nervous look in his eyes. I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pushed them to the ground, and made him step out of them. He looked really cute in his white briefs. They were really one size smaller than they should have been -- no loose fabric anywhere, and his dick very clearly bulging against the front. Jonas's stomach was nice and flat. He looked so damn good in those briefs that I almost let him keep them. Looking at him directly in the eye, I pulled down his underwear and felt his cock jump out and briefly slap me on the leg. Without looking down, I ran my hands along his butt cheeks, along the crack, and then briefly over his balls and dick. George had stood up by now, and he hobbled over to me. He made muffled sounds through his gag, so I took it out. "He's got the keys to my cuffs," George said. "Unlock them and let me wear his clothes." "Oh, are you giving me orders?," I asked. I stroked George's nipples, too. George looked at me with a scared expression on his face. "But we're on the same team," he said. "You ran off. Don't worry, I'll put you back in one piece. But first, I want to have some fun. Jonas, look at what you did to poor George! Clean his dick off." Jonas didn't seem to know what I meant, so I pushed him to his knees. "Suck him, Jonas." This was George's chance to object, but he suddenly seemed into this scene. He moved his legs apart and pointed his dick right towards Jonas's mouth. Jonas bent towards George, stuck out his tongue, and guided George's cock into his mouth. George closed his eyes in ecstasy and started to groan as Jonas moved his mouth up and down George's cock. Jonas seemed to be having a lot less fun. Whatever he had put on George's dick didn't seem to taste good. I got a little bit into the action too, running my finger down George's butt crack and then gently into his asshole. Not too far, but far enough so that he noticed. As George's moans started to get louder, giving the tell-tale signs of an oncoming climax, I pulled out, grabbed Jonas's shoulders and pulled him back. "Let's see how we're doing," I said. I stared at George's cock. It was erect, but still as brown as it was before. "Jesus, Jonas, what kind of paint is that?" "It wasn't paint, man," George said, breathing heavily. "It was some kind of liquid. Really stung when he put it on." "It was a dye," Jonas said. "It'll wear off. In about a week. Until then, his body is marked as ours." "Fuck that! Keep cleaning, man!," George shouted, and pushed his erect cock back towards Jonas's face. "Why George, I don't want you jizzing all over my new toy," I said. "We'll just have him clean other parts of you. Jonas, clean him with your tongue." Jonas didn't have to be asked twice. He stood up and started licking George's chest, then worked his way down to his stomach. I made him skip the dick this time, though it was tough because it was sticking out there so far. I made Jonas lick the dirt and crud off George's feet and legs, and then even let him lick the cheeks on George's butt. "Wasn't that nice of him, George? Why don't you pay him back by fucking him up the ass?," I said, motioning for Jonas to stand up and turn around. "Are you nuts? Do him yourself. Take these cuffs off me," George said. "Look, cutie, you want to be on my good side, here. I'm giving the orders. Do it. Do it standing up." I made Jonas raise his hands to the middle of his back, clearing the way for George to jam his erect cock between Jonas's seemingly welcoming cheeks. George started to pump in and out, getting into the grind more and more. I stood in front of Jonas, and enjoyed the look on his face. He seemed to want to thank me. I reached over and teased his dick a little bit, and stroked his flank. Watching all this action made me feel hot, and I really wanted to take better advantage of my two captives. It was a great combo: a guy in his 20s and an older one, both nicely in shape, both naked, and both totally helpless.. But I knew that I was the only one with a paint gun, and if I occupied myself with more pleasant things I'd be a sitting duck if any of Jonas's Brown friends came by. I ordered George to stop just before I thought he was ready to cum. Hey, I didn't want him to have too much fun. "This has been a lot of fun, guys, but it's time that we get along," I said. "Let's head back to camp." "Nate!," George pleaded with me, panting. "I'm not fucking going to go back there like this. At least let me wear his pants." "I don't have a knife to cut that rope between your ankles off, George," I said, lying. "Besides, our border guards will shoot on sight anyone wearing a brown uniform. If I let you wear Jonas's uniform, you'd be meat." "Then, you two lovebirds go along," George said. "Unlock these cuffs with his key. I'll stay around here and hide in the bushes. Come back for me with new clothes from the camp." "Look, idiot," I said. "I wasn't the one that told you to go off and get captured. More Browns are coming. I don't have time to stand here and rummage through pockets looking for a key. And I'm sure as hell not going to leave you here buck naked, waiting to be captured by the Browns and brought back to their camp to get your dick tortured by sadists like this," I said, spanking Jonas. "Be thankful I rescued your ass. You're just going to have to show it off a little bit, now." "Fuck that! I'm not going back into camp naked. If I'm caught, I won't talk; I promise," George said. I came up with an idea. "Hey, Jonas," I said, sticking the barrel of my gun right up his ass. That got his attention. "Yes?," he yelped. "Tell me where the keys to those cuffs are in three seconds or I pull the trigger." "Back right pants pocket." I opened that pocket in Jonas's pants. I didn't see a key in there, just a couple of Polaroid photos. "What the hell are these?," I asked, pulling them out. They were photos of George. A full-frontal shot of him naked, with his hands clasped behind his head so you could see everything. Another shot from behind. A butt shot of him, with him bending over. A close-up of his dick, before Jonas dyed it. And another shot, just perfect, taken from the side, showing George giving someone else a blowjob. I was pretty sure it was Jonas, but there was no face attached to that dick in the photo. Perfect for blackmail. "Hey George," I said, holding up the photos. "You've really got a pretty hot bod. Maybe we should keep you this way in the camp, and turn you into our little entertainment boy." George's face was red. He just stared down at the forest floor. I had new appreciation for Jonas. At least now Jonas would get a taste of his own medicine. I found the key to the cuffs in that pocket, too. "OK, George, here's the deal," I said. "I let you stay out here. I'll even risk my ass to come back out here and bring you some clothes, so you can walk back into the camp without giving a bunch of guys a bunch of ideas. But once I bring you back into camp, you're my boy. You do what you're told, when you're told. Do it well and I won't show these photos to anyone else. Agreed?" George nodded. "OK, then. Come over here." The gag that Jonas had been using on George wasn't just a rag. The browns apparently had access to high-quality jobs, like you saw in Bruce Willis' mouth in Pulp Fiction. This one had a clasp on the back with two locking rings in it, so that you could put a padlock in it and make it impossible to take off without a key. I stuck the gag in George's helpless mouth. I unlocked the cuffs, but then I took one cuff and locked it through the rings at the back of George's gag. "Now, you're not talking to anyone unless I let you. Let's go," I said. I led George and Jonas away from the clearing and into the woods. I found a limb that was sticking out from a tree horizontally, pretty much parallel to the ground. I locked the other cuff around it. George started to complain through the gag, but I just gave him a spank. "Now you're not going anywhere unless I let you," I said. "Hey, stick 'em up." George looked at me, confused. "I'm not going to admit to doing this to you," I said. "It has to look like the Browns left you here. Give me your hands." I took two lengths of rope out of Jonas's backpack and tied both of George's wrists to the tree limb, really tight. Jonas and I admired my work. There he was, the cute, well-developed, impudent college boy, totally naked and helpless and completely exposed from both front and back. I gave him a spank, rubbed his nipples again, and then had a little fun batting around his brown cock. Then, for good measure, I tickled his exposed armpits, just to watch him jump around. His dick became more and more erect. "The camera is in my backpack," Jonas said. "So it is!," I said, searching through. George really started to squirm then, straining to pull his hands free from the tree. But there was no chance. I took out the Polaroid, and took a shot of George from the front. Then I took a few of Jonas for good measure, making him take the same poses he had put George in. Admiring my photo collection, I sighed. "That's my boys," I said. Waving goodbye, we just left George there, looking more scared than pissed. I could see him trying to move his hands closer together, attempting to escape, but there was no hope. He was there as long as I wanted him to be. I tied a leash to Jonas like he had tied to George, and led him away. When we were away from George, Jonas said, "I don't suppose I can convince you to give me my pants back before all those guys see me." I spanked him, then laid my hand on his butt and ran my finger down the crack while we were still walking. "Now, why would you want that?," I asked. "I just don't like being naked in public," he said. "Oh. You'd better get used to it, then," I told him. I started to stick my finger deeper into his anus as he was walking. I was loving this game.

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Date: Sat, 15 May 1999 01:21:01 -0500 From: 3Q Subject: The Team I came out of the elevators and saw him and lobby. I had seen him before somewhere. It and company until later that had met him at the company picnic last summer when he was probably 15 years old. Today he was sitting over in the weather waiting chairs in a T-shirt and soccer shorts. He wasn't sitting back in the chairs like he was waiting for someone. He was sitting on the edge like he was ready to go. I glanced at him on my way out started walking down the street. I walked down to blocks and had to stop at a light. Looking around while I was waiting I noticed him behind me about hundred feet back. I walked a few more blocks and every so often I would glance behind me to see if he was still there. He was. So I decided to see if he was really following me. I turned left at the next block and walked down couple of blocks. Then I turned left again and walked down a block. As I got to the end of that block I looked back and he was there. Now then he was following me I decided to let him continue with his plan whatever it was. I continued on my way home. I took my mail from my mailbox and went up to my apartment. I closed the door but didn't lock it. I started going through my mail waiting a knock at the door. The moment later there it was. I opened door and there he stood. I said, " hello." He said, "my dad sent me down to see if you had the Williams file." I said, "no, I don't, sorry. Would like something to drink?" "Sure, a Coke or something." I grabbed a Coke from the fridge, and a beer for myself. He took it from me and looked at my beer, so I said, "you'd rather have one of these?" "Sure." I gave him a beer and sat down at my kitchen table. He sat down too. "So, do you play soccer?" "Yeah, for the Westchester Slam." "A club team?" "Yeah. Forward." "You must train everyday." "Just about." "It shows in your legs" "Really?" [He slid his chair back.] He looked down at his legs and I looked at them too. They were deeply tanned and had a dusting of blond hair. They had the typical knots of strong soccer hardened legs, a bulge above the kneecaps, and thick split trunks that ran up his thighs...into shorts so light I could almost imagine them not being there. He stood up, between the window and me and he became unreal for a moment: a vision, a dream. He picked up his beer and chugged it, finishing with a belch. "Thanks, I'll see you later." Dumbstruck, I sat and watched him walk out the door, leaving it open, and leaving my mind overwhelmed by the whooshing of blood in my ears and hormones in my veins. The next day, he was there again, and instead of the round about way home, I just walked home, with him lagging a half a block behind the whole way. When I walked up the stairs to my building, I didn't see him, so I grabbed my mail, and went up to my apartment. I left the door ajar and sat down on the couch to look through my mail, a couple of catalogs and a new Men's Workout. I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing that I knew I heard my door close and lock. I looked up to see him with two other boys standing between me and the window. It was dark outside and I hadn't turned on any lights, so it was just a silhouette of each of them...and there must be someone else who closed the door. He stepped forward and touched his fingertips to my lips, signaling me to be quiet. It was then that I realized that I couldn't move my hands. They were tied with something ... something soft, but tied firmly. My legs were tied too! I didn't know exactly what was going on, but if this was a robbery or a rape, yelling wouldn't help anything except to get me beat up, and, well, you can't rape the willing. They each took a limb and picked me up. There must have been five, because I was held up by each arm and leg, and he was holding me around the waist. They carried me down the hall, and into the bathroom. I lived in a strange old building. My bedroom was no bigger than the bed; I couldn't even open the closet with the double bed in there. But the bathroom was almost as big; spacious for a bathroom. They laid me down on the tile floor, and one of the boys switched on the light. Just then another boy bent down to me, his hair short and brown, his eyes framed by long eyelashes, and his face the strong curved lines of a boy from manly stock (imagine William McNamara when he was discovered). This boy took my head in his hands, and started to kiss me. Long, wet, rough kisses and I heard terrible sounds (well not really so terrible considering): scissors cutting off Armani slacks and a silk Armani sweater. In a couple of snips, there went $500 into rags, and just as quickly, me lying butt naked on the floor (I never did "get" underwear). This was one of those unplanned moments when working out every spare moment paid off. I looked off to see five of the hottest teenage soccer players strip off their shirts and kick off their shoes. I was laying on a towel, or I would have been freezing my cajones on the tile floor. But I could feel the heat from the heat lamps coming down, and an especially hot feeling was surging through my cock. There they stood above me. Five buff, smooth, taut frames covered with lean muscle. My blond and one other, his eyes green the other's blue, two with brown hair with green eyes both, and the fifth, standing at my feet with dark hair and the light mocha color of a young Latino. Then, the next in a line of unexpected events, they whipped out their cocks in unison (well not exactly in unison...it took my blond a split second more to whip out his extraordinarily long piece of meat) and each took a couple of strokes on their half-hard cocks before they let loose with a blast of hot, splattering piss. I could feel my cock throb, and I turned my head towards the stream hitting my cheek from my blond, and let the stream hit me in the mouth; letting the stream fill my mouth and overflow before I took and gulp and opened for more. The streams blasted as they moved them around on my body, splattering their legs and feet while they looked at me and grinned. Then, they finished, and before I knew it, they picked up their shirts and shoes and walked out. Not a word spoken. I heard the door slam and lay there, for a moment, letting it register. Then I turned on my side and wriggled to get my hands free. I pulled them out of the ropes and rolled back onto my back and flogged my rock-hard cock for just a few seconds before I shot a blast that I heard splatter on the wall above my head. I lay there for probably half an hour, running the scene through my head again and again, before I untied my feet and cleaned myself up. I didn't but touch my dick in the shower before I knew I had to cum again, and with another few strokes blew another thick, sticky load all over the navy tile wall. I stumbled into bed and fell asleep. A sound sleep. The Team, part 2 by 3Q I was walking out the door the next day, and as I dashed out the door, I noticed something...something missing. I walked down about five stairs when I decided to go back. I walked back in and looked around the front room. What was missing? I started out the door again, and saw it. Or didn't see it rather. The key. There had been a key hanging on a lanyard on a nail by the door for as long as I could remember. Since Steve. Steve was a long story. An 18 year old who had worked in the mailroom at work and needed a place to stay for a while, and when he left, he left the key. It had been hanging there since. Now it was gone. I walked to work, and on the way took my usual route. I passed a basketball court on the way, and looked at the boys. I looked closer today. Suddenly the boys playing basketball on my way to work, who I usually passed without a thought were in my reality. Like the boys last night, they had crossed from my environment and the thousands of sights and sounds (and smells) of the city and into my reality. Something as real as the towel drying on my towel rack and the ropes still lying in the corner of my bathroom. I looked at them in the cool morning light. It was only nine in the morning, but they were already playing, trying to beat the heat. It was warm this morning, and just as humid as it had been for the last sultry week. There were shirts on the ground, all of their chests bare. Baggy, thin cotton or rayon shorts already streaked with the sweat of their bodies, the result of their hard play. None of them could have been over 17, and they already had the muscles in their chests and arms of men. Smooth chests let the sweat roll down to the sagging waistbands of their shorts; as they stamped and jumped a dick would bang the front of those shorts every so often. There was a blond one who met my eyes a couple of times on my way by. Even in the midst of the playing, he looked me in the eye for a split second, twice. He had dark green eyes and straight sandy blond hair. His smooth stomach was ridged with muscle, and the muscles in his arms twitched as he waved his arms, trying to get the ball. His lips were full and pink, raw and soft. His shorts rode low enough to give me just a glimpse of the glutes that wrapped up his hips, and the Adonis' belt that ran between his glutes and abs down to what must have been a hot, steamy place full of fresh, raw boy smells. And the cock banging around in there was just as full and manly as those arms and that chest. I saw a drop of sweat run down his chest, across his stomach and down into the waistband of those shorts. I sat typing at work. Appearing productive as hell. All the while, the picture of that boy on the basketball court blocking my mind's view of the computer screen and what I was typing. Two worlds at once, work and fantasy. After my eyes opened fully, and the ass of the new mailboy disappeared, I settled in to my mid-morning work, and my mind wandered again. They key. The missing key. Did it walk out the door with the boys from last night? There was no way to know. In fact, it could have been gone for days, and I might not have noticed it. I made it through my day. A long lunch hour at the gym, pumping myself into a full bore workout of weights and stairs. The blood and the sweat moving through me, channels of heat flowing. On my way out of the building, no one in the lobby. On my way home, no one behind me. I got home and immediately pulled my shirt off as I walked to my room to change. I was in my running shorts before my second message finished on my answering machine, and out the door. If I don't embrace the hot, damp heat of a midsummer's day, I end up hating the heat and every fat, smelly body around me. I figured it was like a run and a sauna all in one. It was. I ran the streets, passing cars stuck bumper to bumper with their sweltering occupants inside, cursing their situation and everyone in their way. I ran freely among them, soaking in the sun. When I got home, I headed straight for the bathroom and the cool water of the shower. I rinsed and rinsed, and drank the water straight from the head of the shower. I walked out of the bathroom and stopped dead in my tracks in the bedroom doorway. There on my bed, in just his soccer shorts and a few beads of perspiration was my blond soccer boy. Waiting, calmly, looking at me with the faintest smirk. "Now I know where my key is," I said. "Mm-hmm," was all he said. I stood in the doorway and let the moment set in. I looked at him, his angelic face and half smile, and down his smooth, rippling body. Then I felt a throbbing, and I realized that my cock was quickly standing up to check this out too. Sometimes you have dreams...and sometimes you live them. "Come here," he finally said. I walked up to the corner of the bed and he slid forward. I reached out to touch his head, and he took me by the wrist. He pulled my hand down to his chest and placed my palm flat on his sternum. I could feel his heart beating. He pulled my arm aside and pulled me to the foot of the bed. He took my arms and turned me around and guided me down onto the bed, on my back, and he climbed over me to straddle my hips. My dick brushed against his shorts as he leaned forward, and he pulled my arms up over my head. He held my wrists and stared down into my eyes. That half smile was still there. He leaned back and brushed his sorts and that firm ass against my throbbing member. Then he dropped down onto me and started to devour my neck. I took that as the signal to let loose, and I started to devour him too. His neck, his chest, his arms, his sides, his ears, his cheeks and the softest hair I had ever felt. He slid his shorts off, and I felt my cock gliding between his cheeks. Cheeks that were thick and hard with muscle but covered with the satin of his skin. Dry, smooth, clean and ready. The crack and his cheeks gently stroked me. And while he chewed on my neck, I felt it slide in. No lube, no preparation no nothing, it just slid in. But it was anything but loose. His velvet glove grasped my dick as he pumped back and forth across my stomach. His eyes closed every now and again, and he would lose himself in the feeling. As would I. My dick was inside him. His heat enveloped me. His energy consumed me. I started to buck to meet his thrusts and he let me for a few, and then I felt something strange. I felt something on my ankles. The rope. He sat down onto me completely, and then he lifted himself up with his legs, and I felt my dick slide out. He leaned forward and all the while kept a firm grasp of my wrists, now with the full weight of his body on them. His friend stepped around from behind him, the other blond, with blue eyes, and crawled up onto the bed, pulling handcuffs from under one of my pillows (How did they get there? I didn't even own a pair.). He laid down on his side next to us, a tent pole pushing the front of his blue shorts out a good six or seven inches, and took a hold of his friend's dick. A little laugh escaped from both of them. Then they were both on top of me. The second boy's shorts disappeared. A mass of writhing, hot skin, all around me. Hands and limbs everywhere, we became one being consumed in touching, feeling, rubbing, licking and chewing. Finally as the boy who had started all of this lifted himself onto my dick again, the other boy moved up and placed his knees right on top of my arms, and sat himself down on my face. My tongue knew what to do. I began to taste the warm, sweet smoothness of his ass. I found his moist hole, and my tongue explored as he ground his ass onto my face. He swung himself around, and sat back down on my face, this time facing his pal. Then from the corner of my eye, I could see them both hammering away at their dicks as his ass lifted off of my face. And then they both let out a loud "Rrrraahhhh!" Even in my frenzied rimming of this boy's ass, I heard a splash as their loads hit each other in the chest. Before the first drop hit my stomach, I bucked and thrusted deep into my boy, slamming my dick into his hot ass as my load shot out of my dick with the force of a tidal wave and my orgasm overcame me. I tried to thrust a couple more times, but he sat down with his weight and held me in place. The boy on my face slid off to the side, his thigh across my arms, and they both started to laugh. I could see them both laughing, my hips held firmly in place by the weight of the first boy, my arms held down by the second boy's leg. The one sitting on me ground his ass around and reached out and smeared their cum on my chest and stomach, around and over my nipples, rubbing them with his palm. Then he brought one hand to his mouth and licked his palm and sucked the cum from between his fingers. He planted that hand on my chest again and brought the other one to my face and rubbed it around. I stuck out my tongue and licked some of it off, and then he smeared it onto my forehead and into my hair. He lay forward, and let his body rest on mine, and I felt our breathing slow. The other boy moved around and pressed his body in beside ours, nuzzling in to his friends ear. We lay there for a while, and all fell asleep. I awoke when I felt the boy on top of me roll off onto my other side. Then I heard him speak. "Kyle, you awake?" "Hmmm?" His eyes fluttered open, sleepy in the dusk light coming in the bedroom window. "I'm hungry, are you?" "Mm-hmm?" Kyle reached up under another pillow and pulled out a key. "Should I unlock him?" "Sure." Kyle unlocked the cuffs, while the other boy untied my feet. Then he brought his face close, and kissed me, a gentle kiss. "Wes," he asked, "come here." Wes slid up on my other side, and Kyle kissed him, and then me. Then Wes kissed me, and slipped me a little tongue. "That was great," Kyle said. We got up out of bed, and Kyle and Wes went right to my refrigerator. They rummaged around and brought out three beers. I pulled some pretzels out and we moved over to the couch. Wes picked up the remote and switched on the TV, flipping from one sports channel to another, baseball, basketball, finally settling on, what else, soccer. We sat and munched. We chatted on and off. The boys told me that they were both at the same prep school in Westchester. Their friends from last night were too. They explained that the one with brown hair, and square jaw they called Pike (the result of shortening Pete Crike). The other one with brown hair was Ben, and the Hispanic boy was Mario, the best all time scorer on their Westchester club team. Wes and Kyle took turns getting beers and finally, when a small forest of cans stood on the coffee table, Kyle said to Wes, "Let's go." They took a hold of my wrists and pulled me up. They led me down the hallway and into the bathroom. Once there, Wes flicked on the lights and the heat lamp (my apartment has excellent air conditioning) and they turned me to face them in the shower. They forced my shoulders down, and I went to my knees. They both let loose their streams onto my chest and stroked their dicks as they did. Kyle had a long straight dick, about 7 inches, with a red flushed head and large tight balls. Wes' dick was growing hard stretching it past 6 inches and his upward curve quickly cut off his flow. In mid stream he reached over and took Kyle's cock in his hand and squeezed. Kyle's flow ceased and Wes started to stroke him. He looked Kyle in the eyes and then swung down onto his knees beside me and took it in his mouth. He sucked the length of it in, and Kyle smiled. He rubbed one hand on Wes' head, and reached down to me with the other. He grasped me under my arm and pulled me up to him. He pulled my head to his and kissed me. Then he dropped that hand down and took my dick in his hand. My dick curves down when it's hard (and it was), and my 7 inches stuck out about three inches past Kyle's hand. Then Kyle said, "piss on him," and smirked. I was just as full of beer as them, and in a second I let go with a good heavy stream onto Wes' chest and neck. Then something happened that surprised me. As Wes pulled his head back on a stroke, piss started running out. Kyle was pissing in his mouth while Wes was blowing him. Wes gulped a couple of times, and then pulled off and took my stream in his mouth and started swallowing. He took each dick in his hands and pulled his head back far enough to aim both streams into his mouth. He gulped greedily. Finally when our streams trickled down, he leaned back and smiled. He looked up at us and smiled. "Thank you," he said. Kyle pulled him up to stand, and pulled Wes' head to his and kissed him, thrusting his tongue between Wes' lips, grinding their faces together. Then Kyle dropped to his knees and said, "my turn." He took Wes' dick in his hand and looked up at me. "Fuck me," he said as he lifted his ass up. I got down on my knees and pointed my dick at his ass. As it slid in, he looked up at Wes and said, "OK." Wes leaned back a bit, and thrust his hips forward and let go with a stream of piss. Now was Kyle's chance to drink the golden liquid. He aimed it at his face and sprayed his face and hair, directing it into his mouth for a drink and then showering his face and chest. Then he took Wes' balls in his hand, his other hand on the floor holding himself in the crouch to take my fucking, and pulled Wes' squirting cock into his mouth, the shaft sliding into his mouth and piss bubbling out around it. I continued sliding into Kyle, and started the in and out motion. I held his hips and pulled him into me tight, shoving my dick as far in as I could. Wes and I pumped, faster and faster and watching Wes finally throw back his head and start his grunt, I slammed into Kyle's ass and let go of a huge blast of cum that felt like it was coming right out of my nuts. Wes impaled Kyle's head and shoved his dick all the way in Kyle's face. A couple of last small thrusts from us both and we were done. I slipped out of Kyle with a POP, and Wes pulled out of his mouth and playfully slapped Kyle's face with his dick. Kyle leaned back on his haunches, licked his lips and sighed. I smiled at Wes and he smiled back. Kyle let out another long breath and then he stood up. He turned towards me and waved his dick in my face. "Now me," he ordered in a mock low voice. I took his hips in my hands and pulled him towards my face. I licked around his head, flushed as usual, and licked the droplet from his piss hole. The long sticky string of precum stretched its way from my tongue to his cock head. I took him into my mouth and slid his shaft down my throat. Wes got down onto his knees right behind Kyle, and spread his cheeks and started licking his crack. Kyle was overwhelmed. His took a head in each hand and took turns shoving hard into my mouth and back onto Wes' tongue. We both worked him hard. I sucked and slipped my tongue out to tickle his nuts, and Wes growling as he munched his friend's ass. Then, after several minutes of the best tasting dick Kyle's muscles tensed and he let go with a yelp, and blasted into my throat. I pulled back a bit to taste his cum, and he shoved my head back onto his dick. Wes leaned around to see his friend cumming in my mouth and I noticed he had his hand up against Kyle's ass, his middle finger shoved al of the way in. Kyle finally shuddered and sighed and pulled his dick out. I stood up and smiled at him and he reached around and pulled Wes up, pulling us both to him. He kissed me and then Wes and then me again and shoved a finger into our asses. We stood and held each other for a few minutes, and then Kyle pulled his finger out of us, and reached down and turned on the shower. We showered and washed each other, and the boys got dressed. We stood my door for several minutes kissing and grabbing each other, and then they slipped out the door. The clock in the kitchen said 4:30. I leaned against the kitchen counter for a while, soaking it all in, then I went to bed. When I got up the next morning I saw something strange. Two full cases of beer were stacked outside my door with my newspaper on top. <> <>

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KURT by jamie copyright 1989 ============== Kurt is 17 and just coming out. He's had feelings towards other guys ever since he could remember, but only 7 monthes ago decided that it was time to let others know how he felt. He's just about finished with his senior year at a suburban Boston High School and VERY curious about life as a gay man. Typically, he's really into magazines, photographs and especially video movies. Only recently, he's become entranced by the "kinkier" sides of gay, man to man sexual activities. Things like bondage, mild discipline and toys have caught his attention in a big sort of way. Kurt stands about 5'10" and weighs about 135 lbs (soaking wet). He's got light brown, streaked hair and icy blue eyes that pierce you with every simple glance. Once you get close to him, he's a regular little teddy bear..... longing to hug and cuddle and.......... Our story about Kurt begins on an unseasonably warm early spring evening in the suburbs of Boston. I'd just been introduced to Kurt less than one month before, but the friendship seemed to have started right away. We'd talked a number of times up 'til this point, but it's only been the past couple of visits when he's really expressed his true inside thoughts and feelings to me. Kurt wants me to photograph him (clothed, at least to begin with) and he's been pushing to get started for days. Today was to be the big day. He'd spent hours the day before, picking out just the right outfits and accessories so that he'd be just right, for me and the camera. At 2:00 PM the doorbell rang and Kurt was standing at the door with that classic smile and piercing eyes. "Ready?", he asked. "You bet!" I responded....... and we hopped into my car and head off to the city to take some pictures. After an hour or so of shooting we decided that we were both pretty hungry so we found a nice little cafe to grab a bite to eat and to rest for a bit. While we were sitting at the sidewalk cafe, a friend of mine, who's really into the leather/bondage scene walked by and stopped to talk. Kurt was getting more excited with every word that Thom spoke. He'd spent the night before at an all night orgie in Cambridge. Thom is a hot, muscled bottom who loves to have his cock, balls and tits worked by one guy, while another one works his ass with dildoes, butt plugs and his fists. Kurt was fascinated with everything that Thom was describing that had been done to him last night. Finally, Thom was getting ready to leave, to go back to his apartment when Kurt asked if he and I could follow along to see some of his "toys" and to hear more about the night before. Thom happily agreed and we all were on our way. I don't think that Kurt was fully prepared for what he was about to encounter, but there were certainly no complaints once he'd adjusted to this new found excitement. Thom lives in a basement apartment in the South End section of downtown Boston. Although most of his apartment is pretty "traditional"; his bedroom is more like a dungeon of sorts. The walls are painted black and the window is covered and sealed..... so that the only light in the room is that which comes from two small lamps mounted on opposite walls from each other. A king sized, high posted bed sits directly in the center of the room and has leather restraints and harnesses attached to all four corners. The ceiling is streaked with old, oak beams from which hang a sling (right above the bed) and assorted other restraints, hooks and "tools of the trade". The walls contained hooks which held a variety of harness, restraints, whips, paddles and other toys. At the foot of the bed was an old, oak sea chest. Thom handed Kurt an old key and told him to go to the chest and open it. Kurt did as he was told, enthralled by this point with everything before him. As he openned the chest he realized that this was Thom's "toy" collection. The chest was filled with assorted shapes and sizes of dildoes (from tiny, training ones to huge ones about three inches or more in diameter). One end of the chest had a full set of butt plugs which ranged from about 3/4 of an inch in diameter up to about 4 inches, in varying lengths, too. The top of the chest contained a pocket which held several pairs of rubber, surgical gloves and rubbers. Kurt was trembling, just thinking about what might be done to his tender, young and inexperienced body if he were to let me and Thom loose on him. His young cock was showing as much interest in the thoughts of experimentation into this new found area of gay sex. Both Thom and I realized that Kurt was ready for his first trip into the land of leather and bondage and decided, without exchanging words, to take him there this afternoon. Thom motioned for Kurt to leave the chest for a moment and join us in what appeared to be a bathroom, off of Thom's bedroom. This room was also painted black, with the window covered to keep out the light of day. No distractions. The walls were covered with all kinds of enema gear. Kurt checked it all out, with growing excitement and anticipation. Thom left the bathroom for a moment and I wispered to Kurt that he should take off his clothes...... that Thom and I were going to show him how these toys really worked. A momentary flash of fear of the unknown streaked across Kurts face,,,,,, but then he complied to my direction and began to remove his clothes. Once he was completely naked, I instructed him to properly fold everything and place them on a stool in the corner of the bathroom. Then I took Kurt by the arm and led him to the bath tub and instructed him to get in. He looked up at me, with a certain fear/trust in his eyes and, quietly wispered, "Please be gentle with me". I nodded that it would be OK and pushed him into the tub. I told him to bend over and to reach back and spread his ass so that I could "clean" him out. As he assumed the position, I started the shower douche and brought the water temperature to a nice warm body heat. Kurt looked back in anticipation. I grabbed a jar of lube off of the vanity stand and greased up Kurt's tight butt hole. Then, I slowly began to insert the douche up his young hole. Kurt moaned with discomfort and growing pleasure. His ass was being cleaned out for the first time..... and he realized that he liked what it felt like. I pulled the douche from his butt and let him drain for a moment, then re-inserted the hose up his tight hole..... cleansing him even more. After the third round of this I told Kurt to stand up and to shower off. Then he was to return to the bent over position..... Kurt was about to get his first real enema. He bent over...... ready for what he knew was going to be a good experience.... and I inserted the tube up his tight hole. I told him to grab the rail at the end of the tub and then let the clamp free on the bag. Kurt's young ass began to fill with the warm water from the enema bag..... and he bagan to moan. As the bag emptied, Kurt's abdoman began to bulge with the weight and pressure of the water, flowing into him. He wimpered with pleasure. As the bag gurgled, signifying that he'd taken it all, I clamped the hose off and removed the bag. Kurt begged me, in low moaning tones, to let him release his ass. I massaged his abdoman and ass cheeks, telling him that he'd be allowed to release it when we were ready for him to do so and not before. I left the room, leaving Kurt by himself,,,, and full. A couple of minutes later, Thom re-entered the bathroom and slowly removed the hose from Kurt's tight butt. Then he told him it was OK to release the water. He did. Once emptied, for the fourth time, Thom told Kurt to shower and dry himself off. Once that was done, he was to come into the bedroom and stand at attention..... and he was to wait for us to come in an continue his initiation........ A few minutes later, Thom and I returned to the bedroom to find Kurt standing, hands at his sides, in the center of the room. Thom went over to him, took his hands and strapped leather wrist cuffs on him. I, at the same time, strapped his ankles into similar cuffs. Then we led Kurt to the bed and instructed him to lie down in the center of the bed. His eyes remained closed during all of this, his pulse was throbbing visibly in his thighs. Once centered on the bed, the top sheet was pulled from beneath him to reveal a leather sling harness. Thom and I strapped Kurt into the sling and attached the arm and leg straps to ropes which hung from the ceiling. Raising Kurt just slightly off of the bed, Thom pushed the bed to one side of the room and returned to Kurt. He'd picked up a rubber hood at one side of the room before returning and proceded to pull the hood down over Kurt's head, covering all but his nostrils. Having completely immobilized Kurt, I got down on my knees and began to lick his thighs and slender, tight ass cheeks. Though his moans were muffled by the hood, I could hear his obvious pleasure being voiced as I worked my way towards his tight, young hole. Kurt's ass was one of the most sensitive that I'd ever encountered and he loved it when it got attention. I worked my agile tongue in an out of his young hole, all the while feeling his moans of pleasure increase. Thom, began, at the same time, to tongue his nipples. Working first the left and then the right. Kurt was being taken to higher levels of sensual/sexual pleasure than he'd ever experienced before. As his young, tight body began to swing with pleasure, in the sling, I withdrew my tongue from his pulsing ass and slowly applied a little lubricant..... in anticipation of beginning his initiation into the world of anal pleasures. I selected a small, 7" dildoe which was about 1" in diameter, first.... just to loosen him up and get him ready for what was to come later. Slowly I worked the rubber tool in and out of his hot, throbbing ass adding an inch or so at a time.... finally reaching the full 7"..... Kurt's body was writhing in pleasure..... swing back and forth to get the full feeling of the small dildoe thrusting in and out of his ass. Then I pulled it out completely. Kurt tried to beg that it be replaced, but I told him that it would be returned when I was ready and not before. Kurt moaned in anticipation. I returned to his hot ass moments later, with a much larger dildoe... one modeled after the cock and balls of a favorite porn star of mine. I applied a little more lube to Kurt's tight hole and began to press the new "toy" against it. Kurt moaned and tried to tell me that it was too big..... but I knew that he wanted it and kept at it until..... with a momentary wretch of pain, followed by increasing moans of pleasure, Kurt took the head of the big toy into his wanting hole. As I was working Kurt's hole with the big toy, Thom attached two stainless steel tit clamps to his hot nipples, and then attached them to to ropes which went up over pulleys suspended from the ceiling. He then hooked a weight to each of the ropes so that Kurt's nipples were pulled up and out with the pressure of the weights. Again he began to moan uncontrollably. The only part of Kurt's young body which was more sensative than his ass was his tits. He was loving all of this attention that his young, horney body was getting. I continued to work the big tool into his young writhing butt. All through this new experience, Kurt's boy cock was getting harder and harder. Bobbing with the motion of his hot young body and the swinging of the sling. Finally, after about 30 minutes or so of working the tool in and out of his pulsing hole, I got the full 10 inches of "Jeff-Meat" into Kurt's pleading hole. He was stretched wider than he'd ever been stretched before and was loving it. I worked the big cock-toy in and out pulling it almost out of his hot, burning hole and then thrusting in all the way in..... Kurt's moans were growing louder, even through the hood, as his young boy meat was getting ready to explode. Then, with one final thrust, I pushed the "Jeff-Meat" all the way up his hole and Kurt screamed and shot his load...... he came for what seemed like minutes.... shooting his hot cum all over himself and Thom and me. Then his body collapsed into the constraints of the leather sling...... I pulled the big cock from inside of him and he moaned as the head was released by his newly stretched hole. Thom removed the weights and the tit clamps from Kurt and we replaced the bed and lowered him onto it. Releasing his spent body from the restraints, Kurt collapsed in sexual pleasure, onto the bed and fell asleep. Two hours later, I woke him by kissing his thighs and tight butt. I took Kurt home, then, hoping that he'd enjoyed his first trist with the leather world as much as Thom and I had enjoyed showing him "the ropes". Kurt still has some learning to do and many new scenes to experience but there's no longer any doubt in my mind that this young man boy is ready, willing and without a doubt VERY able. ========================================================================== This story is dedicated to a very sweet and sensative new friend of mine. Someday, perhaps, he'll have his day. Until then, it's just really nice to hold him in my arms and to caress his young, tender body. Sweet dreams, Bill. ========================================================================== copyright 1989 jamie

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Date: Sun, 24 May 1998 05:43:05 From: acepecs@usa.net Subject: Nick's Big Pecs 4 This story is part of the "Nick's Big Pecs" series and was written in response to Part One by a buddy of mine, John from Chicago. Let me know what you think of the story and I will pass the comments on to John. Also I'm interested in sharing fantasies, stories or real life experiences with guys who are turned on by guys with big muscular pecs or possess a big set themselves. Write me (Dave) at acepecs@usa.net NICK GETS TOP TRAINING Ch.1 Gary Bauer had trained a lot of fine athletes at Central High School over the last 15 years in a variety of sports and had a number of fine boys who considered him almost their second dad. Most of them though agreed that his training methods were sometimes pretty harsh or out of the ordinary, but you couldn't argue with the trophies and ribbons his boys brought home to him in wrestling, cross country, swimming, and gymnastics. But what only a few on them knew was that Coach Bauer had been taping the goings on in the showers, locker and weight rooms for years. One of the few sexual rules that Coach Bauer followed was that he didn't touch any of his boys until after they graduated. And even then, he only went after the very best. "Hey, what do you think of this one?" Coach Bauer swiveled around on his chair, "Christ almighty, Scott, get in here and shut the fuckin' door!" "What's wrong? What did I do?" "Come 'ere." Coach Bauer came from behind his desk, grabbed Scott by the back of his head, clamped his other hand on Scott's perfect bubble butt, forced Scott's mouth open with his tongue and began grinding his crotch into Scott's actually lifting him off the ground. Scott let out a moan of pleasure and relief. Though he'd graduated from Central 5 years ago and had been Coach Bauer's all time winning gymnast, sometimes Coach still came down pretty hard on him. He was back now as the Asst Coach in charge of gymnastics and cross country, while training for the next Olympics. When Coach Bauer showed up at his freshman dorm room in college so long ago, Scott wasn't too surprised to find Coach fucking him like a jack rabbit within an hour. He had been gay as long as he could remember and Coach Bauer was very much to Scott's taste in men. Coach B towered at 6'1", had 230# of hard hairy muscle, could just about hypnotize you with his very deep and sensual voice, and from what Scott could see while in high school, especially when Coach wore one of his singlets, a dick to be proud of. What Scott didn't know at the time was that at 5'7", wearing 140# of chiseled gymnast muscle, sporting a smile that could harden just about anyone's nipples, he was a contender for Coach B's wettest dreams. Though Scott was now only 22, he had seen a lot of action with other men. Most of the time, Scott didn't even wear clothes that showed off his body. He had an aura that attracted many people and had his pick of partners throughout college. Occasionally, Scott would put himself on display. Once at a gay dance club, Scott got carried away during a particularly long dance mix and found himself in the center of the room, moving to the music in a manner way beyond dancing that only his trained athletic body could perform, stripped down to a really old and frayed jockstrap he'd worn in high school. When the music ended, and Scott slowed down, panting hard with his hands on his hips, he realized that in addition to being coated with sweat, droplets of cum were running down his muscles from the men who had stood around in a circle watching him, beating off. Some came without even touching themselves. "Scott Ryder, you are one hot little blond bunch of muscle! What is this and where did you get it?" Coach B pulled himself away from Scott to admire what Scott wore. "A college friend works at a fashion house in San Francisco. He knows I'm training for the Olympics and he made some gymnast's outfits for me out of this new synthetic material. It really conforms to your body and as you sweat, it takes on a sheen that makes it look like it glows! It also becomes somewhat transparent, depending on the color used. So when I perform in public, he's made me some with a flesh colored liner that will still allow the sheen to happen but will cut down on the transparency. And the best part is that I don't need to wear a jock! The material actually supports me everywhere I need it, moves with me, and is incredibly stretchy even though it always looks skin tight. He's not going to tell anyone about this and no one else will have one since they always use the cotton/polyester ones. And as you and I know, since most gymnasts have good looking bodies, anything you can do to make yours look better to the judges can't help but add to your points. So, what do you think, Coach?" Coach Bauer had been walking around Scott amazed that just about the only way he could tell that the material wasn't Scott's skin was because of it's whiteness and by the absence of the blond hair by Scott's dick he knew was there. He realized that from 20' away, fans would be still able to tell that Scott was uncircumsized. He'd circled Scott four times before Scott stopped talking. When their eyes met, Scott took in a breath when he saw the wet spot growing somewhere down Coach B's left leg and the wild look in his eyes. "One hundred!" Coach B rasped out. Scott went into auto pilot and began the routine Coach B usually saved for kids caught fooling around in class. It started with 100 jumping jacks, followed by 100 situps, then 100 pushups, and ended with 100 bench presses, weight chosen by Coach. Most kids fell apart during the situps and instead had to come in on Saturdays and wash the gym mats. Scott had been one of the few who could finish the routine, though not without effort. Coach B took his shoes, tank top, jeans, and jock off during the jumping jacks and immediately began stroking his hard dick while drinking in the sight of Scott's pecs hopping up and down while his dick began sneaking out of its cover. Coach continued his jacking while sitting on Scott's ankles during the situps. Each time Scott came up off the mat he found his face inches away from Coach B's now dripping cock. Scott had always been proud of his form during pushups. Each time he went down, he'd barely graze the mat with his nipples and then pump himself back up. But this time, Coach B laid down next to Scott and while still pumping his own cock, he reached under Scott's belly and gently, moving toward rough as the pushups went on, reached up each time Scott came down he massaged Scott's now twitching hardness. By the time Scott got on the bench, he was so drenched in sweat that Coach could see every muscle clearly as if Scott was wearing nothing. Scott was determined to do his 100 reps for Coach. What he hadn't planned on was Coach B shoving a finger up his ass. Meanwhile Coach was transfixed realizing that he was on his way to finding Scott's love button up his asshole, and he was doing it through the stretchy material! Coach found his mark when Scott was barely halfway through the bench presses. He'd only put 80 lbs on which Scott would normally be able to do without much effort, but with the state he was in, both Scott's blood and focus were being drawn to his steel hard pulsing rod. Coach played with Scott pressing up against his prostate every 5 lifts. And each time, Scott's face twisted in determination, while his dick twitched and hopped upward as if it weren't covered with any material. Coach was sweating like crazy as he watched the frenzy that Scott was in. Coach jabbed Scott's prostate while screaming out hoarsely each rep of 90 through 100. By 96, Scott began making one long low noise almost like a death rattle. When Scott dropped the bar in place at 100, he grabbed and twisted his tits, let out a howl, and pumped six shots of cum that flew right through the material onto Coach B's twitching cock. Coach Bauer picked up the almost unconscious Scott and threw him back on one of the mats, face up, sat on Scott's chest, and fed his long hard snake into the blond musclegod's mouth. Subconsciously, Coach Bauer knew that he'd never really hurt any of his boys and that he was so close to popping that he'd be done in no time but he had to get there whatever the cost. Scott breathed through his nose as well as he could as Coach's dick forced its way back and forth down his throat. His face turned red, his eyes started watering, whatever noises he was making came out as a watery gurgle. Saliva pumped out of his mouth each time Coach rammed in. It only went on for about 60 seconds. Coach pulled halfway out, "Scotty, I'm there!" and shot round after round of cum into Scott's mouth. Much of it bubbled up and out of Scott's mouth. Coach scooted back on Scott's body, panting heavily, and discovered Scott was still hard. He began to gently rock his ass cheeks caressing Scott's dick. Soon after Scott came back to his senses and realized what had just happened but before he could take the time to think about it, he once again had his focus drawn to the pleasurable movements in his crotch. Coach reached down and started playing with Scott's pecs. "C'mon, buddy. Make my ass wet and sticky! Shoot that juice, my hard little muscleboy!" Scott was surprised at how quickly the finish line came into sight. He arched his back, lifting Coach off the ground, and did what his coach asked him to do. He came through for his coach, once again. "Well, your friend wasn't shittin' you, Scott. You can see just about everything once it's all wet and when your cum sailed right through it, I tell ya, I'm surprised I didn't shoot right then. Why don't you go take a shower in my stall back here; I want you to look at something afterwards. I didn't hurt you, did I, Scotty?" "No, not really. I know you'd never hurt me, Coach. Everything you do to me and for me, I know is meant to make me a better man and I appreciate it." Scott leaned forward and began to gently nibble on one of Coach B's nipples. "Whoa, horsy! Take off your saddle and go soap up. It's getting late and there's still something I want you to see." Ch. 2 Scott came out wearing a towel and saw that Coach had his VCR set up; he knew what was next. Scott wasn't as much of a voyeur as Coach was, he preferred his sex to be real, hard, wet, and physical. For Coach's birthday 2 years before, Scott talked a few of his friends into making an amateur porno film with him. Though it wasn't the best quality, Coach really liked it. Scott also knew that since Coach B had cameras running in the showers, locker room, and weight room all the time, he usually ended up editing some stuff together that sometimes was pretty interesting. "I've had my eye on this one kid, Nick something. He's a sophomore and only 15 but you'd never know it by looking at him. This guy is built like no other kid I've ever had, but he hasn't gone out for any sports. can't figure that out. His file in the main office says he has a younger brother in junior high, and his dad, that's it, mom died when he was little. His last name is Greek but even without having that, you'd know it as soon as you saw him, that dark hair and smooth olive skin give it away. What can you tell me about him." "You got most of it. He's kind of a loner and I agree that he's got one special body. I've tried to have conversations with him, but he usually seems nervous or maybe not interested. He's physically developed way beyond most college athletes and I gotta tell ya, when I had him while I was student teaching last year in P.E. anytime we played basketball, I made sure his team were the Skins! That boy has some pair of tits; if he were a girl, he'd be prom queen all 4 years of high school. But he's no girl. He's got a thin layer of baby fat in a couple of places but everywhere else, including just underneath the baby fat parts, he's hard as a rock. I had to wear my jock with a cup in it on those basketball days, he made me so hard. Those tits bouncing over his cut abs were amazing. And when he got sweaty, well, I think we all did! Funny thing, the other kids seem interested or something in his pecs also. Anytime he'd make a basket or block a shot, his teammates would congratulate him by patting one of his pecs, sometimes they'd even squeeze a chunk of one." "Well, watch this." Coach hit the Play button. What followed was 30 minutes spliced together of Nick and some other guy who turned out to be his younger brother Gerry doing all kinds of things to each other. Coach B's tapes didn't have sound but even without the moans and grunts that were surely going on, it was one hot tape. The longest segment was the first one, in the shower. They soaped each other up and just watching the hands moving over those 2 manboy bodies was pretty exciting. Gerry, at 13, could have passed for 18 anywhere. He was a little taller than Nick, but not as chiseled. He was on his way though to a great set of pecs! Gerry made his way around his big brother and began finger fucking him. Besides Nick's dick sticking up almost 90 degrees, you could see that he was getting off on the jabbing by the way he held his head back with his eyes glazed. At one point he must have given Gerry an order because Gerry pulled his finger out of Nick's chute, moved back around in front of Nick, and began punching Nick's mantits. Nick kept the flesh relaxed and it was incredible to see how the punches moved out in waves over much of Nick's upper body. Gerry was saying something to him, it looked like he was yelling some derogatory remarks, while punching harder and harder on Nick's pecs. Nick then called something out and Gerry stopped the punching and his mouth bit down on Nick's left tit. At this point Coach switched to the camera that was filming from Nick's rear and you could see by the way his smoothly muscled butt was flexing that he was cumming and cumming and cumming. The shower was on the whole time so we could only see a trace of the cum on Gerry's chest. The rest of the tape was a shorter scene in the locker room where Nick was seen posing naked in front of the full length mirror. He seemed to really enjoy watching himself striking different poses. Coach B grunted each time Nick tensed and then relaxed his mantits, and he seemed to do this a lot. The tape ended with another Nick/Gerry scene in the weight room. It looked like the 2 of them had been working out for a while when the scene started because they were both very sweaty and breathing hard. Each wore gym shoes, white socks, and a pair of baggy gym shorts. Whatever work they had been doing must have been leading up to this final routine. Gerry took his shorts off and got on the bench press. He was hard and pretty big for a 13 year old. He started bench pressing the bar as Nick stripped and then actually positioned his ass over his brother's stiff prick! Nick was saying something as he gradually impaled himself on Gerry's dick. Nick then started moving up and down on his brother's dick and sometimes when fully anchored, he just kind of rocked in a circular motion. At some point they both seemed to be aware of, Gerry stopped lifting the bar up and down and rested it on the brackets. Nick leaned forward and grabbed the weight bar, his tits were then hanging over his brother Gerry while sweat seemed to almost shoot out of his nipple onto Gerry. And then something really incredible happened. Gerry started punching Nick's mantits. This went out for about 2 minutes. Then Nick tensed his pecs. They became rock hard and Gerry started punching them even harder, and faster. Nick seemed to be bellowing and alternately gritting his teeth. We couldn't tell if Gerry shot his load, but Nick, because of the way he was leaning forward, shot his load directly below his chin, which then dripped down into Gerry's hair. It was really hot. The tape ended and Scott realized he had been grinding his fist into his crotch, "God! I've never seen anything like that. You could make thousands just selling that. What's going on here? He's so quiet and nervous around me and he is so uninhibited on the tape. And I had no idea the kid was into this kind of stuff, and I don't think 'into it' even begins to describe this kid's needs. When did he and his brother do all this?" "I was hoping you be interested once you saw the tape. These all happened on weekends when we open up the place to the neighborhood; apparently, these 2 kids are very good at knowing when a room is 'available' or not. This Nick kid has the makings of a real athlete and I want to help him see that. Now that we know all this about him, I have a plan. Do you have any more of those singlets made out of that material?" "I have 2 but I can get more easily." "Good. Get 2 that we'll give to Nick, and get one for me. Make them some color close to his skin color. The only difference between the 2 for Nick is that one should be cut real low in the front, the other just regular, OK? Make mine any color you'd like to see me in!" "No problem, Coach. I can probably have 'em in a week. What's your plan?" "I'll let you know as it develops, sweetcheeks. In the meantime, play dumb. You blonds can do that pretty well, can't you?" "We may be dumb, but I'm only 22 and I can keep my dick hard a lot longer than some old folks I know...." "Why you little bastard, you!" Coach jumped up but Scott was too fast and ran out the door to his office where he could change. Coach rewound the tape and pulled his zipper down. Ch.3 "You wanted to see me, Coach?" Nick stuck his head in Coach Bauer's office. "Sure. Come on in, Nick. Have a seat." Coach Bauer was glad he was seated behind his desk right then because he got hard as soon as he set eyes on Nick in the flesh. The kid really did look like a Greek god, and only 15! He was wearing a pair of cutoffs and a pullover long sleeve t-shirt that did absolutely nothing to disguise the fact that the kid had tits bigger than any woman on the faculty. They swayed sensuously as Nick walked to the chair in front if Coach B's desk. "Thanks for coming, Nick. I won't beat around the bush. I think you've got tremendous potential as an athlete and I'd like to talk with you about maybe doing some training or going out for a particular sport. I've never seen anyone built like you, and certainly no one as developed as you are at such a young age. If you trained here, with me and Coach Ryder, there's no telling what kind of accomplishments you'd make." Nick was embarrassed. He was proud of his body and was always open to doing things that would make people like and appreciate him. But how could he tell the famous Coach Bauer that he didn't go out for any sports because he was gay and afraid that he'd be found out? He knew that he had a great body and was in pretty good shape. In fact a secret dream of his was to win a bodybuilding championship before he turned 21. But that was a plan he shared only with his father. Right now, he had to figure out what to do about what Coach Bauer just said. Coach had figured in many of his jack off fantasies and he was so attracted to Coach Ryder that he almost passed out the few times Coach Ryder had talked to him in the hall. He wanted the coaches to like him, but he didn't want them to find out about his being gay. "I don't know if I'd be any good in any sports. I'll admit, I've thought about it, especially gymnastics. But I'd never be able to come up to your standards, and especially not Coach Ryder who's in training for the Olympics!" Coach Bauer decided that he needed to cinch this by getting close to Nick but he didn't want Nick to see his hardon. He quickly walked around to the front of his desk and squatted next to the chair where Nick sat and put an arm around Nick's shoulders. "Kid, trust me. You've got the build to do just about anything and I've trained a number of all state people in different sports. You're different from everyone who's ever gone to this school. You're more developed than any 18 year old I've ever seen - and I've seen plenty - and you could do well in almost any sport provided you got the right training and you had the desire. I can see desire in your eyes, and I'm offering you the training." Coach suddenly realized that even with all the discipline he had developed while in the marines, he might break a rule with this Nick kid and not be able to wait till graduation. Nick couldn't pull his eyes away from Coach Bauer. "OK, I'll give it a try. What do I do?" "Great!" Without thinking, Coach Bauer grabbed one of Nick's mantits and squeezed it. But he stopped himself from apologizing when he noticed a look in Nick's eyes that said he was content, and Coach's mind flashed back to the tape and the look on Nick's face while his brother Gerry punched those same tits in the shower. "That chest of yours is something else" said Coach B as he walked back around to his chair with his dick pumping our precum like there was no tomorrow, "I don't think I've ever seen a guy with pectorals so developed. Does it run in your family?" "Kind of. My dad thinks it's important that my brother and I keep in good shape. He actually has us on a special diet and exercise program at our home gym...but I still want to work with you and Coach Ryder, really!" "OK, Nick. Be here on Saturday at 10AM and be ready to work off that Greek ass of yours!" "You got it, Coach." Nick walked to the door, then turned back, "I really appreciate your interest in me and I'll do my best to not let you down." Nick flashed a row of perfect teeth at Coach Bauer, and then walked out. After the door shut, Coach Bauer released his aching dick, stared at the door saying, "Nicky, I'm always up when you're around." and pumped himself furiously while images of Nick and him on the weight bench flew around his head. "Aaaagggggghhhhh! Nicky, Nicky, Nicky!" Coach B moaned as he fired 5 long shots of thick ropy cum in the air. As his breathing returned to normal, he noticed that the cum had landed on his desk, "Shit, all over my lesson plans!" Ch.4 Coach Bauer began a regular training routine with Nick that started that next Saturday and then every day after that. Nick seemed so eager to please Coach Bauer and Coach B was so pleased to see what a natural athlete Nick was. After a couple of weeks, Coach B found it somewhat perplexing, and certainly sexually frustrating, that Nick never took his t-shirt off. He always showed up to work in gym shoes, white socks, gym shorts, and a baggy t-shirt. Coach Bauer worked Nick really hard running, calisthenics, aerobics, weights, pushups, situps, chinups, and stretching. Nick would be dripping with sweat when it was over. Three Saturdays later, it got to be too much for Coach Bauer, "Nick, for God's sake, take your shirt off! You've been running around this track for a half hour in this heat, you're panting like a dog in heat, sweating like a stuck pig, and your shirt is plastered to you. Take it off or you'll pass out!" Nick stared at Coach Bauer and then slowly removed his t-shirt. Coach B was not prepared and suddenly he was the one who almost passed out. Nick stood there with his chest heaving. The sweat that had been soaking up in his t-shirt quickly glistened over his upper torso and legs. "I'm sorry Coach. It's just that I feel kinda funny about how I look when other people can see me." Coach Bauer grabbed a very surprised Nick by the back of the neck and shoved him very roughly, "Get in my office...now...you asswipe!" Nick walked quickly toward the locker room, pretty shaken. Each time Coach Bauer caught up with him, he gave Nick a shove, "Keep moving!" Once inside the office, Coach Bauer pushed Nick toward the full length mirror on one wall. "Strip!" Coach B ordered. Nick unlaced his shoes, pulled them off along with his socks. Coach Bauer was really angry. He couldn't wait and he pulled Nick's gym shorts and jock down with one hand. "Step out of them!" Nick did as he was told and Coach B threw the sweaty clothes in a corner. "Now look at yourself. You have got one fuckin' terrific body! Look! You've got muscles on top of muscles and you should be proud to show them off to anyone. These abs of yours are a gift from above. Your legs are magnificent, you could win a horse race with these thighs. Your back and ass are out of this world. And those tits...let me tell you about your tits...those are real mantits!" Coach grabbed one from behind in each hand. "Do you know how lucky you are to have these? There are plenty of people - women and men! - who would give just about anything to have them - or maybe just to be able to touch them!" As Coach Bauer continued to move his hands around Nick's fleshy pecs, Nick leaned his head back on Coach Bauer's chest and sobbed, "I'm just so ashamed." "Ashamed of what! You're a natural athlete, you've got the desire to win, and you've got a body that was made in heaven! I don't get it, Nick, what's the problem?" "I'm gay," Nick sobbed uncontrollably. "So am I, Nicky. Calm down." Coach B continued manipulating Nick's mantits. Coach purred in Nick's ear, "I failed to mention that you have a terrific dick also, shaped just right for fuckin' and suckin'!" Coach reached down Nick's sweaty body and grabbed Nick's lengthening dick. "Look at me!" Nick focused on the reflection of Coach Bauer in the mirror, trying to make sense of what Coach had just said to him and deal with his growing horniness. Nick relaxed against Coach Bauer's chest. Coach B still had his other arm around Nick's chest and began playing with one of Nick's nipples while stroking his cock with the other. "Nicky, you are so fucking gorgeous, and I'd do anything to make you feel good. What do you want me to do, baby?" "Fuck me, Coach, fuck me and make me glad I'm built the way I am!" "OK, muscleboy, first watch me warm up as I do the one hundred." Coach Bauer stripped and did 100 jumping jacks never taking his eyes off of Nick, whose dick stuck up and out in front of him, hard as a steel girder. Coach B then started on the 100 situps grunting each time he sat up and saw Nick's sweaty body in front of him. Meanwhile Nick started pumping his cock and whimpering. The 100 pushups followed. Nick couldn't take his eyes off of Coach Bauer's flexing hairy ass. Heaving for breath, Coach then mounted the weight bench, "Nicky," he panted, "get over here! I'll fuck you now. Straddle me." Nick of course was so excited because he was now living out the fantasy he always had when he did this with his brother Gerry. How could Coach know that this was exactly what he wanted to do? Nick mounted the weight bench and positioned his itching asshole on the tip of Coach Bauer's enormous tool. Nick stared at Coach Bauer's face, smiled, and impaled himself on Coach B's iron dick. "Oh, God, you're tight! Nick, don't move or I'll cum." While Coach B got his breathing under control, Nick continued to flex his ass muscles. Each time he did, he felt a corresponding response from Coach's love muscle. "OK, Nicky, take over!" Nick had dreamed about this for quite a while and even in his lustful state, wanted to relish as much of it as possible. He started moving up and down the dick slowly. He had found out from doing this with his brother that if he squeezed his sphincter on the way down, it caused a tremendous amount of pleasure in the other person. He very quickly had Coach Bauer making short moaning grunts. His own excitement built and he fell forward grabbing the weight bar, as he had done with his brother. He was caught completely off guard and howled when Coach B grabbed his tits and twisted them. "Shut up!" Coach ordered, slapping Nick. Before Nick could react, Coach B started punching Nick's pendulous mantits that were hanging over his face. Nick went into overdrive. He pumped up and down on Coach Bauer's dick faster than you would think possible. As he felt the cum beginning to boil in his balls, he tensed his pecs. They became instantly hard. Coach Bauer, remembering the tape, knew that now was the time to begin punching harder. Nick lifted his head and choked out, "Oh, fuck, Coach. Yeah, yeah. Punch 'em hard. Keep it up. More. Harder. Much harder!" Coach Bauer was beating Nick's pecs as hard and fast as he could. He stopped the moment he felt Nick tense up and sit up straight. Cum started shooting out of Nick's dick like fireworks on the 4th of July! As Nick shot, his anus pulsed over the Coach's own dick, and got him to the point of no return. Nick felt the huge spurts of cum that Coach shot into him. They were certainly more satisfying than what he got from Gerry. Nick fell forward onto Coach B's cum and sweat covered chest. His open mouth sucked hungrily at Coach's tongue. Coach's dick felt really good up Nick's chute and Nick started caressing the softening member by flexing different muscles inside his ass. Coach B moaned through the liplock and got hard again. Nick sat back up, peeling himself from Coach B's sticky hairy chest, and began massaging his own pecs, "C'mon Coach, let's get there again. You can do it. Do it for Nicky. Do it for all your boys." Nick limited his movements to a gyrating motion with Coach fully inserted. "Nick...your body...so hard, so beautiful, so fuckin' amazing!" Coach reached and grabbed Nick by his waist and took over the movements. Nick continued to sit up straight rubbing his tits and moaning. Coach felt more energized than he had in years and actually started lifting Nick's body up and down, controlling the fucking. Cum boiled in Coach's balls and as he felt himself go over the edge, he pulled Nick by the arms toward him and chewed into Nick's left mantit. Coach pulled so hard and fast that his rock hard dick popped out of Nick's ass, leaving Nick's anus wildly contracting, and he began shooting thin watery jets of spunk into space. Nick was too surprised to make any noise. The combination of being ripped from Coach's firehose and the sucking and biting going on at his breast got another load pulsing out of his Greek pillar into the space where his abs meshed with Coach's. Ch.5 Nick and Coach fell into a pattern of hard exercise that always ended in Coach's office with some really hot sex. Nick was now much more comfortable with showing off his body around school and during his workouts. He'd often keep Coach hard and leaking as he told stories about how other people, mainly some of the male teachers and staff, and even a number of upperclass jocks, seemed to really get off just watching Nick. "I swear Coach, I think I end up seeing more wet spots than someone working in a hospital nursery!" Nick was on the mat in Coach's office, propped up on his elbows at the end of 45 minutes of exercises. Wearing just a jock strap, he was quite the sight with his glistening sweaty body spread out before Coach Bauer, sweat dripping regularly from the tips of his nipples suspended inches out over his molded six pack. Coach Bauer walked out from behind his desk, panting and nude, picked Nick up lifting under his armpits, and shoved his cock into Nick's throbbing asshole, while sucking and chewing on the kid's neck. Nick wrapped his arms around Coach B's neck, pressed his mantits against Coach while alternately flexing them. He began mumbling into Coach's ear, "Oh, yeah, Coach, fill me up...lift me up and down, up and down, yeah, that's it. Oooohhh, did you feel me squeeze your pipe? How 'bout that one? Can you feel my pecs bulging? Left, now right, now left, now right...aaaaaaggggghhhhh!" Nick let go a full load and juicing up both sets of abs. His pulsing sphincter took Coach over the goal post. He bit down on Nick's neck, moaning and salivating, while he made a deposit into his boytoy account. Coach Bauer lifted Nick off his rod and hiked him even higher in the air to eagerly lick the juices coming out of Nick's ass and running down his hard muscular legs. He then set Nick down on the mat, went back behind his desk, sat down, and opened a drawer. "In a really short time, Nick, you've shown me that you've got the determination and drive to make it. You mentioned to me earlier that you were interested in gymnastics. Are you ready to work with Coach Ryder?" "I'd love to work with Coach Ryder! But gosh, he's an Olympic contender and there's no way I could come close to meeting his standards." "Stop selling yourself short, Nick. Remember I trained Scott Ryder, and I think I know him well enough to say that you won't have that much trouble meeting Scott's standards. He knows what hard work is and he knows how much it means to show support for young talent. Here, take these." Coach Bauer handed Nick the 2 singlets that had been made for him. "These are something new and they may actually help your training. A friend got them for me and says that they're made of a new synthetic material that gives you support all over, you don't even wear a jock with these!" "Will these fit me, Coach? They look pretty small and flimsy." "Don't worry, the material will stretch to fit any body and it won't rip. Go ahead, take your jock off, and put one on. You'll see." Nick happened to choose the one that was cut higher up on the chest. He was amazed at how it really did stretch yet didn't feel confining at all. He adjusted his dick and started walking around Coach's office. "This feels like I'm not wearing anything but I can see that I am!" Coach smiled as he watched the young Greek parade around his office. The sweat was already making the outfit transparent in spots and Coach B almost started drooling as he watched the muscles all over Nick's body bunch, tense, and release as he walked. "Nick, I want you to wear it for the next few days...24 hours a day, always have it on under your clothes, shower in it, sleep in it. Take it off only to piss or shit. And try not to beat off, will ya? I want you to get used to how it feels and trust the support that I know it will give you. Work out on your own at home. Get really comfortable. Anytime you'd like to switch to the other one, do. It covers up less of you, but the support will still be there. These will help your work. OK, little buddy?" By this time, Nick's sweat had made the material completely transparent and Coach would have sworn Nick was standing in front of him naked as a jaybird. Coach also noticed the glowing that Scott had told him about. It added a strange magical look to the fine piece of young manhood standing in front of him. "Now get outa here before I eat you alive...sorry about the bite on the neck...I went a bit too far." "Don't worry about it Coach. A hickey is a hickey and I'm damned proud that you're the one who gave it to me. See ya in a few days, Coach." Nick smiled and walked out the door. "Ah, Nick," sighed Coach B as he wrapped both hands around his leaky member, "that smile sure can launch my ship, anytime...." Ch.6 NICK: Please stop by my office after school today if you have the time. Coach Bauer tells me that you're interested in training with me and I'd like to talk with you about it. Thanks. Coach Ryder. Nick stared at the note he just took down from the Athletic board. He'd been working out at home for a few days now and had planned to stop by Coach Bauer's office after classes to work out with him and get his rocks off. Besides having done his best to follow Coach B's request about not beating off, he had been feeling particularly horny all that day. Having done his best didn't mean that he hadn't fired his bazooka. Nick quickly adjusted to the new type of singlet and discovered that first day when he got home how it became transparent when he was sweaty. When he noticed it in the full length mirror in his workout room at home, he stopped exercising and stood looking at himself in the mirror. He realized that he looked naked and his dick was throbbing. Trying to keep his mind on training, he got back on the mat and started his squats. Part way through he turned and did them facing the mirror and got really turned on by what he saw. He'd never even imagined what he'd look like doing squats in the nude, but he couldn't take his eyes off what he was watching. The material was so stretchy that Nick's dick was sticking straight out and as he went up and down, he could actually see the clear sticky precum oozing through and flying around the room off the tip of his dick like fishing line. It got to be too much for him and Nick stood straight up prepared to rip off the singlet, grab his tool, and pump the shit out of it. But he was too late, his dick took on a life of its own and began some really fierce pumping as he faced the mirror. The cum flew as if there was nothing blocking it! It splattered over and over in loud thwacks against the mirror. Nick stood there shaking and staring at the white globs as they slid down the mirror. Nick figured that he should go see Coach Ryder but he was very nervous about it. Of course Nick knew nothing about the relationship between the coaches and he assumed that Coach Ryder was straight as an arrow. Once again, fear of his gayness being discovered added to his anxiety about meeting with his blond fantasy man. But he figured that he didn't want to pass up on this chance since it was Coach Ryder asking him to come. "Excuse me, Coach Ryder?" Nick caught Scott as he was walking toward his office. "Nick! Good to see you. I miss having you in P.E. Did you get my note?" Scott eyed Nick and realized that even though he'd only been working with Coach Bauer for about a month, and even with clothes on, he looked even better than Scott remembered him in the tape. His faded jeans were pretty tight and the plaid denim shirt tucked in the jeans made Nick's shoulders look incredibly wide and his waste just as incredibly narrow. And then there were those pecs that seemed at times to defy gravity. "Yeah, that's why I'm here. Did I catch you at a bad time?" Nick couldn't help but stare at his fantasy man who was right in front of him. Scott was barefoot and wore a pair of baggy red nylon running shorts and an old tank top from his college. Nick could tell that Scott's body was really chiseled and knew there wasn't an ounce of baby fat anywhere on his muscleman, something he really envied. Coach Ryder put his arm around Nick's shoulder, "No, I was actually hoping you'd show up soon. C'mon in, guy," he said as he ushered Nick into his office. Coach Ryder's office used to be the dance room till they built a bigger one so he joked with everyone that he asked for it specifically so he could always keep his eye on himself since all 4 walls were covered with mirrors. The sprung wooden dance floor was still there and he had to warn people if they were wearing street shoes that it might be a bit slippery. "So I understand that you might be interested in working privately with me on gymnastics training." Nick's eyes popped open wide, "Gosh, Coach Ryder, when I talked with Coach Bauer, I told him that I had never been very much into sports but that I might be interested in gymnastics. Working privately with you was not really what I had in mind." Scott thought for a minute and decided to take a gamble, "I guess Coach Bauer maybe overestimated your commitment to be a gymnast. I know he thinks very highly of your potential. Guess maybe it was more his desire to see you as a gymnast than your actual desire to be one. I'm really sorry I've wasted your time, Nick." Scott started to walk away from Nick to the chair behind his desk. Nick panicked, "No, no, Coach Ryder, I would like to be a gymnast. But I've never really had any kind of training, and, well, you're so good at it. I mean, heck, you're training for the Olympics! You're Scott Ryder! I was hoping that there'd be a slim chance that you might let me work out with the team. What you said just now about working with you privately kinda threw me. I mean, there's nothing I'd like to do more than get some one on one coaching from you! But there's just no way, no way in hell...uh, excuse my language Coach Ryder, that I'd ever be able to be good enough for you. If you're gonna work privately with someone, it should be someone who's already a good gymnast." Scott felt like ripping Nick's clothes off that very second and giving him the fuck of his life. Those puppy dog eyes looked so forlorn and he just seemed so vulnerable right then. Controlling himself, Scott sat on the edge of his desk, "Come over here, Nick." Nick took a few steps toward his dream god. Scott then stood up right in front of Nick and quickly removed his tank top. Nick had never stood this close to Coach Ryder before, and the sight of so much exposed Ryder flesh pretty much paralyzed Nick. "Look at my body, Nick," said Scott turning a couple of times as he continued, "Yes, I'm in training for the Olympics and I've got a good shot at the team because I've got the right build and I love the sport. Do you see any fat anywhere? Put your hand on my back. Feel the muscles move as I lift my arms up and down? And now my abs, feel them. I'm not even tensing them and they're pretty hard, aren't they, Nick? Grab my pecs. Go ahead, don't be afraid, grab them. See how in their natural state they're pretty firm? Feel how hard they get when I flex them? See how when you put a hand on my thigh, you're touching a couple of muscles rather than what would normally be just your run of the mill thigh?" Nick followed Coach Ryder's instructions as if in a dream. He couldn't help himself from doing a bit of caressing while he was supposed to be just touching. He was drenched in sweat and he felt his dick getting really stiff. "Take your shirt off, Nick." "What?" "I said, 'Take your shirt off', I won't bite. Trust me, Nick, I've got a point to make." Nick took his shirt off forgetting that he was wearing one of the singlets, the lower cut one. It was already pretty transparent." "Where did you get that singlet?" "Coach Bauer gave it to me. It's some new kind of material that's real supportive and real stretchy. He told me that wearing it would probably help my workouts - he got it from some friend." Scott thought to himself, "Why that old devil. He just wanted to see as much of this kid as possible all the time," and said to Nick, "I've got a couple myself that Coach Bauer gave me too. I didn't know he gave some to anyone else. And he's right about the way they help your workouts." "No, leave it, Nick." Scott stopped Nick from pulling the singlet down from his shoulders. Though he wouldn't mind watching Nick naked round the clock, he was fascinated by what this low cut transparent singlet did to Nick's chest. The material of course clung to the hunky kid's body but the strap on either side stayed very thin well below Nick's pecs and pressed them ever so lightly. The strips of material seemed to have little strength yet they held Nick's gigantic mantits in place. The thin transparent strips actually made it look like Nick's pecs were ready to explode away from his body. And the now heavy breathing that the kid was doing seemed to make them move almost in slow motion. "You've got a great body, Nick. If you'd like to be a gymnast, I could help you become one. Turn around. Lift your arms. You've got a really strong back," Scott slapped Nick's back a few times, "Turn around. Your abs are in fine shape and I can see even through your jeans that you've got the kind of legs that will support gymnastic work just fine. Nick, Coach Bauer wouldn't suggest to me that you might make a good gymnast unless he knew you would. And I can tell by looking at you that you've got the ingredients!" Scott stepped closer to Nick, "These pecs of yours are somethin' else. You'd need to be careful that they won't get in the way of any of your routines." Scott finally was able to touch them. He held them up to check their weight and gently bounced them while talking, "How firm can you get these?" Nick couldn't believe that the subject of his so many of his beat off sessions was actually handling his tits and he responded to Scott's question the only way he knew how. "Holy Christ! These are rock hard! They many not be a problem for you after all." It was Scott's turn to be amazed. Though he remembered seeing Nick tense his mantits in the video, it was something different to actually have his hands on them at the same time. Nick's dick was straining against his jeans and pulsing with a mind of its own. Scott saw the wet spot and took advantage of it by continuing to manhandle Nick's pecs, "Relax them, Nick. OK, make 'em hard again. Yeah, that's it!" Without thinking, Nick groaned and shot a load down his pants leg. Scott's playing with his tits was just too much for him. He pumped and pumped, flexing his ass, eyes shut, mouth open. Scott got hard just watching the kid. "Are you OK, Nick?" Scott asked as Nick showed a rather bewildered look on his face, "Did you cum?" "What!!??!" "It's OK Nick, don't be embarrassed. You were just responding to physical stimulation. I shouldn't have been touching you so much. It's happened to me before. Please forget about it. It's natural. Why don't you go home now and think about working privately with me. I would like to work with you, but it's your decision." Nick put his shirt back on, quite shaken, "OK, Coach Ryder, and...I'm really sorry about what I did." "Nick, if you apologize again for your body responding the way any other man's would, I'll beat the shit out of you! You're a teenager! You've got more control over what you eat for lunch than you do over what your dick is going to do each minute. And stop calling me 'Coach Ryder', 'Coach' or 'Scott' is what I'd prefer. OK, kid?" "Sure, Coach, see ya soon." Ch.7 Nick had rehearsed his speech all day, "Come in," said Coach Ryder as Nick knocked at Scott's office door the next day, "Nick, I'm really glad you came back. So, what do you think?" "Coach Ryder, I mean, Coach, I'd really like to work with you. I think you're the most amazing athlete I've ever known and it would be a real honor to be able to learn anything you'd like to teach me." Nick stared hard at Scott's face trying to figure out if what he said was the right thing or not. Once again, Scott found that he had to control himself from jumping on top of this Greek god wearing a pair of gym shorts and a really tight t-shirt, "OK, Nick, let's start the training now. But the ground rules are that you do what I tell you, without questioning it. Understood?" Nick's eyes lit up and he flashed his brilliant smile, " Yes, sir! I mean, Coach, or Scott." Scott walked with Nick to the weight room and took him through a very rigorous set of exercises. He was really impressed at how well Nick did. Of course, Nick would have done just about anything to make his now "private coach" happy. Scott brought Nick back to his office. "This next part is really important. Pay attention." Scott stood behind his desk, doing his best to hide his very hard condition. Watching Nick work out in the weight room was something else. Nick stood in front of Scott's desk wearing only the singlet that he had first tried on in Coach Bauer's office, of course the workout had it completely transparent at this point. The slight glow coming off of the singlet caused Scott to really have to focus on what he was saying. "Spread you legs, Nick, arms relaxed at your side. OK, now close your eyes. Breath as evenly as you can. I'm going to put some music on and I'd like you to start moving around to it. Open your eyes as you start moving but don't focus on anything, just be aware of your surroundings so you don't bump into something. When I stop the music, you stop. When it starts again, you start moving again. OK?" Nick nodded his head. Scott put on a dance mix CD he had borrowed from a deejay he knew at a club he frequented when he was in college. Nick started moving to the music and very quickly revealed that he had a fine sense of rhythm. He followed Scott's instructions and made sure he didn't bump into anything but other than that he was in his own world. And from Scott's observations, that world sure seemed to be a very sensual one. Nick did a lot of gyrating of his hips and would often grab his tits, sometimes twisting the nipples. Each time Scott stopped the CD, Nick went rigid. As he breathed heavily, his pecs would undulate up and and down. Twenty minutes later, it was too much for Scott as he watched Nick and all his reflections in the mirrored walls surrounding his office. He stripped off his clothes and stopped the CD one last time. Nick froze with his arms in the air and his legs spread. His cock had been hard for a while and precum dripped from his tip and his pecs heaved with his breathing. Scott walked up to Nick, put his arms around him, and clamped his open mouth onto Nick's. Nick's body responded by sucking at Scott's mouth and grinding his dick against the hard gymnast's body. "Nicky, I've been wanting to do this for soooooooo long," Scott rasped, "It's OK, Nicky. I know all about you and Coach Bauer." "What the...?" Nick pulled back from Scott. "What the 'what', Nick? I'm crazy about your fuckin' body and I can't help myself. C'mon, buddy, let's get it on, now!" Nick again stopped thinking, surrendered to an urge he didn't completely understand, and locked his mouth back onto Scott's, sucking his tongue hungrily. He couldn't believe that this blond god was so hot for him. "Get that singlet off, now!" Scott ordered. He threw Nick on his back onto one of the mats, "Tongue me!" Scott yelped as he landed his ass on Nick's face. Though Nick had never done this, he stuck he tongue out and began lapping at Scott's asshole. Scott responded by flexing his anus and moaning. Scott flipped around, sat on Nick's mantits as a cushion, and shoved his dick down Nick's throat. "Oh, Nicky, Nicky. Take it! Suck it! Suck the cum right out of me!" Scott pumped in and out of Nick's mouth and throat, very much like Coach Bauer had done to him. The difference here was that Nick really did suck on the dick that invaded his throat. He really wanted to please Scott. Scott put his hands behind him on Nick's stomach, lifted his ass off of Nick's pecs, and pumped his rod faster and faster in and out of Nick's mouth. "Oh, baby, your mouth is sweet!" Scott grunted as he moved in and out. The veins in Nick's bright red neck were bulging and moved each time the gymnast's dick slid in, "Here it comes, babe, suck my muscle juice down." Nick followed orders and while anchoring himself by holding on to Scott's tight little waist, he swallowed so hard and fast that Scott could feel Nick's throat opening and closing around the tip of his dick, as if Nick was trying to pull the dick into his stomach along with the cum. Scott jumped up and stood over Nick, with his legs spread, raked Nick's sweaty body below him with his eyes. Nick propped himself on his elbows, "You knew? I don't get it, and you're gay?" Scott sat back down on Nick's crotch, "Nick, I've had my eye on you since the first time I had you in P.E. last year. You can be a great sports stud if you want, and with that body of yours, why I'd be happy watching you do just about anything. Yes, I'm gay, so what? Is that a big deal for you?" "Coach...I'm gay too. It's just that I never imagined that you would be too. I...I've...I've always really liked you. A lot of people tell me what a great body I have but yours puts mine to shame. I wish all I was was muscle, like you," Nick paused and his eyes dropped from Scott's to the uncut resting cock nested now in the ridge of his six pack. "And I've never seen a guy who wasn't cut. What's that feel like?" Scott smiled and stood up, "Get up, Nicky, I want to show you something." Nick got up and Scott stepped in and put his arms around Nick, kissing him with his mouth open. Their bodies pressed together, mouths and hands exploring as much surface area as possible. Nick was not that much taller than Scott, but obviously had a fuller frame, their dicks were about evenly matched, though Nick's was noticeably thicker. As they pressed their sweaty naked bodies together, their dicks lined up next to each other. Each man also opened his eyes and got even further turned on by realizing how much more they could see of each others bodies by looking at any of the mirrors on the walls. Scott pulled away. "Wha...What are you doing?" Nick slurred as he tried to pull his blond muscleboy back against him. Then he felt Scott's hand on his dick and looked down. Scott had lined up their dicks with the tips touching each other. And then he did something that amazed Nick. Scott held his own dick and moved the loose uncircumsized skin forward, covering Nick's cock! He put his other hand around Nick's back to hold him in place. As Scott moved his foreskin back and forth slowly, Nick got so turned on, he started to shake. "It's called docking, Nick...you like?" Scott said through his panting. Nick's eyes were wide open staring into but yet not focusing on Scott's eyes, a low grunt sounded from his throat and he reached for Scott's nipples. As Nick began twisting the gymnast's nipples, his body began to shake even more. Scott couldn't take his eyes off Nick's huge mantits that had sweat literally spraying off of them as Nick shook feverishly. Scott pumped furiously and Nick suddenly stopped shaking and went rigid. Scott threw his head back, "Uuuuuuugggggggghhhhhh!!!!!!" and shot. Nick couldn't believe the intensity of feeling in his dick right at that moment as he also gave up his load. Nick looked down and watched their combined cum first bulge inside their covered cocks, and then gush out as Scott continued his back and forth motion. The cum dropped to the floor splattering their feet and ankles. "So what new reindeer games are my little boys playing?" Nick and Scott whipped around, unlocking their cocks, to see Coach Bauer standing inside the closed office door. Coach Bauer had just walked in not knowing his two favorite boys would have gotten it on so quickly. Though he had fantasized about the 2 having sex and then his joining in with them, seeing the 2 of them standing there facing him with their eyes looking downward, as if they had just spilled their milk or done something else wrong, gave Coach B an incredible rush. Nick and Scott's naked bodies were running in sweat, the hair on each of their heads was plastered to their skulls with sweat; their veiny cocks along with their ball sacks hung low and heavy, relaxed after their workout. Cum dripped from each tip. Coach B could see their full wide backs in the mirrors behind them and took a step sideways so he could also see how the backs rested on 4 of the tightest and roundest butt cheeks he'd ever seen. "How 'bout letting the old guy join?" Coach Bauer stripped his clothes off and walked up to his 2 boys. He stood between them, an arm around each shoulder, towering over Nick and Scott with his hairy body, "Look at the cum you got all over the floor? You shouldn't waste your spunk like that, shame on you two," Coach B moved his hands around and grabbed a dick in each hand and started pulling on them, "Ah, you two can make this old coach very very happy." Coach Bauer let go of Nick's fat dick, kept pumping Scott's, and eased his other hand up and down Scott's ass crack. Scott greeted Coach B's finger in his ass with a moan. "You want your coach's dick up there, little muscleboy, do you?" "Oh, yes, coach, please," came through Scott's gritted teeth. Coach pulled his finger out, squatted slightly and pushed in slowly. Scott's ass clamped down almost hurting Coach B's dick. Reaching around, Coach B began kneading Scott's firm abs with both hands and put his mouth to Scott's ear and in his low sexy voice said, "Easy, little one. I'm with you, trust me...love me...easy, baby, easy." Scott relaxed and Coach B shot all the way in. He began moving slowly in and out, keeping his hands moving on Scott's tight abs. Meanwhile, Nick stared at Coach Bauer's hairy ass and dripped precum from his rock hard dick as he watched the butt muscles work. He walked up and put a hand on each cheek to feel them working. Coach B felt the hands, lifted his head from the side of Scott's head and turned to Nick, "Go for it!" Nick didn't need any more encouragement. He pressed his dripping dick into the mounds of moving flesh and wrapped his arms around his Coach B. Coach Bauer stopped his movements suddenly, "Nicky, wait a minute! Hold...hold." All three were breathing raggedly. "I didn't think you were that big! OK, keep going...slow!" The 3 gradually found a rhythm that had them grunting in unison, no words were possible. The view each had in the mirror was incredible. Scott's pecs, abs, and thighs looking more defined than ever, Coach Bauer's strong arms working on Scott's abs while his mouth sucked hungrily on one of his ears, Nick's boybutt moving sensuously as his huge pecs flattened out onto Coach Bauer's broad back. Scott was the first to blow. Cum shot out landing 6 feet in front of him. Seconds later, as Coach B felt Scott's ass flexing while he was cumming, he went over the edge and pumped a load deep into the gymnast's body. Nick pulled out of Coach's chute, fell to his knees, leaned forward, grabbed his dick with both hands and scored the final point by shooting his load all over his own pecs. "What the hell did you pull out for, Nick?" Coach Bauer asked, turning toward the Greek god at his feet. He walked up to the now standing Nick and began massaging Nick's cum into his tits, "You shouldn't have done that, Nicky, But these tits of yours are gonna forgive a lot of things. I'm never gonna get over these things, Nicky. Tense 'em for me." Nick did as he was told and was rewarded with a big toothy smile from Coach B. "Scott, get over here. Get on the floor." Scott laid there on his back, fisting his once again hard cock as he watched Coach B manipulating Nick's giant mantits. "Have a seat, Nicky!" Nick spread his legs over Scott, facing him, and then squatted onto the stiff prize waiting to be won. Coach Bauer stood behind Nick with his dick pressed into the back of Nick's head. He reached over and continued to massage Nick's pecs. Nick began pumping up and down on Scott's tool as Scott began rubbing Nick's thighs back and forth. As Nick's tempo increased, he shut his eyes tight and lifted his head upwards. Coach Bauer grabbed onto Nick's mountains of flesh even harder watching how he worked them in the mirror. Scott watched also and as the tempo increased, he actually couldn't tell if Nick was in control of the movements or if Coach B was actually lifting Nick up and down by his mantits! It was an awesome sight. As Nick let out a scream, incredibly, Coach Bauer lifted him off of Scott's dick and help him in the air as both young firehoses sprayed around the room. Coach set Nick down next to Scott, smiled at his boys and whispered, "One hundred, boys...." END

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Uploaded to EYE CONTACT BBS, San Francisco, (415) 255-5972 THE EVENING BY STEVE so I am laying in bed. napping you think, the fun of the previous night ran late, and I guess i was tired. I sleep on my stomach, so my butt is showing, covered with a black speedo, it is framed rather nicely. you can see the bulge from my balls between my legs. You reach out to feel, then hesitate.. Will I wake up? Standing there you decide to cop a feel. The nylon speedo feels good, covering my bubble butt.... Your cock begins to swell, as your mind starts coming up with devious thoughts. I must be quite asleep, as I am not moving. Or am I asleep. You take hold of my left wrist, and put it behind my back, right above my speedo line. Then you cross my right wrist with the left. A piece of nylon strap you wrap around a few times, and knot securely. You are sure that I should wake up my now, but I just lay there. You roll me over, and my eyes are partly open. I have a slight grin on my face, but it is hard to tell why its there. My leather hood is sitting on the bed. I brought it over last night to show it to you. We didn't use it, but it is laying about anyway. Pausing for a moment, you reach over, and grab the hood, then slip it down over my head. The zipper slides down the back, and holds it tight. Now I am ready. You full my legs over the side of the bed and up to the air. I am straining against the strap that holds my wrists, but it is a nice secure feeling. My own cock is already sprung to attention and has produced a small puddle of precum that has spilled onto my furry abdomen. Ready to go, your cock enters and knows the way. THE FEELING IS INTENSE, NO LIGHT, LITTLE sound, and the smell of leather. Your tweaks on my TIT RING AND TUGS ON MY COCK PROVE TO BE TOO MUCH. The pleasure is astounding. I am starting to sweat inside the hood, the feeling is hot, the probing action is hotter. I can feel your cock is starting to bottom out, as your thrusting action becomes more excited. Perhaps you are getting closer. Then I experience the warm sensation of your cum flowing from your cock. thrust after thrust more comes out. Unable to see, my imagination runs wild, and puts me over, as each thrust causes a blast of cum from my own cock. you keep it up, until i am well spent. Done, you drop my legs, roll me over, and leave. There is work to do today!

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Campus Cops By Red Cullions Cops aren't usually hunks, but they generate an atmosphere of menace and suppressed brutality. To moderate that with a certain playfulness, I have a fantasy about "security" cops, the ones on the campus police force. I know most of them. They know me. They catch me working late or on holidays when they patrol the vacant corridors of my building. Sometimes I have to "break in" (it's not hard) when they've locked all the doors after hours. When the building is "secured," half the corridor lights are out, giving the atmosphere a dingy ambience. Let's say I've just "broken in" (with a master key and some jiggering of bolts) and I'm rounding a dimly lit corner when I encounter the security force, two guys nearly as old as I am. One is hunky and short, probably used to work out before he gained the last 20 pounds. He's got greasy black curls and a swarthy complexion, but he's not black, he's Italian: Lt. John Russo. The other is Mike O'Connell, a gray-haired Irishman, fair faced, tall and slender, very distinguished looking. "Halt," he cries. "This building is secured. You're trespassing." "C'mon guys," I say. "You know me. You see me working late all the time." "Hands up, mister." There's a twinkle in his eye. "Got any identification?" "Not on me." I'm wearing navy blue sweats and sneakers, no pockets, no underwear; my keys are in my right hand. "I left my wallet in the car." "Frisk him, Russo." "For crying out loud!" I try to sidestep these flatfeet, but Russo moves his chunky bod hard against my butt, and O'Connell stands in front of me. "Would you be resisting an officer, now?" he says. "Hell, no. Feel me up all you want to." "Up against the wall, mother," John laughs. "Hands above your head, legs apart." When I raise my arms, my sweat shirt exposes my belly. John slips his hands under the cloth and pokes my armpits, then feels my chest and squeezes my nipples. Then he slips one hand down the back of my sweats, tucks a thumb into my asshole, and squeezes my nuts. "Jesus!" I complain. "He's clean, Mike. Except for the smell." Russo waves his thumb under my nose. "C'mon guys. What are you up to? Give me a clue." "John figures you for a swinger. Right John?" "Don't tell me I'm wrong." "Not wrong guys, but a little late. I'm 63. I haven't done any messing around for years. Besides being old and ugly, I'm afraid of AIDS." Mike palms a pack of Trojans, then a tube of lube. "We don't take chances, Doc. How about it?" "You both aim to fuck me?" "Right." "How about security? If we attract an audience, it'll be worse for you than for me." "Trust us. We know the layout. Follow me." We're on the ground floor, which is partly below the turf level outdoors. A door marked "Security Personnel Only -- Fallout Shelter" leads into a tunnel. Russo flicks a switch, and a bare bulb reveals some heavy duty pipes and conduits, with an access path alongside. We go maybe a hundred yards down the tunnel, make a turn, and stop. It's nearly dark here. "This'll do," Mike announces. "You take him first, John. I'll stand guard; if I flick the light switch, get dressed and act innocent." Mike moves back toward the door. Russo gets red in the face, and fidgets. But there's a bulge in the crotch of his uniform. "If you're gonna fuck my ass, Lieutenant," I murmur, "I think I'm entitled to examine the weapon." "Sure." A big grin, and his hands move to his belt. "Let me," I say, unzipping his fly and lowering his khakis. He's wearing a bikini brief, and as I yank that down around his knees, a thick reddish brown cock, slightly twisted to starboard, springs to attention. I tongue the end of it, and Russo moans. "Been a while for you, too?" I say. "Long time. Mike, he always puts me off, talks a lot but won't do it, you know? I don't have anybody else, even to talk to." I swallow as much of John's tool as I can, then lick my way to the root of it. As I mouth and massage each of his balls with my tongue, I slip a finger up the cleft of his ass, and wiggle it into the anus about an inch. John squirms. "You can fuck me some other time," he says. "Take me up your butt now. I'm so hot I'm afraid I'll come before I get it in." I stand and step out of my sweats. John slips a condom over his fat, throbbing penis, then turns to me and squeezes my prick and my balls. He pushes me back against the mound of conduit, and raises my legs around his neck. With a little searching he finds my hole and stuffs it with his fat schlong. It's all I can do not to scream, but I don't want to give Mike the satisfaction. But Mike is nervous, or maybe just impatient. About 2 minutes into the fuck he's back, standing beside us, bitching: "Thought you were hot, John. Don't take all night. I want my turn, too. C'mon, something might happen." "Not if you're on guard, like you're supposed to be," I pant. "Get back there, or you'll never get a crack at my hole." He goes. Russo pumps harder. My load is building, too, and within another 2 minutes we're both spewing, trying not to shout. When we're spent, John lifts me up and hugs me. "I meant it," he says. "You can plug my ass, if you want to." "I want to, John. But not tonight. Mike'll be a basket case if we don't humor him. Get your pants on, and relieve him on guard duty." Russo dresses, and heads back toward the door. But in a moment he's back. "Mike says we don't have time. He says I took too long." "It won't do, John. Unless we get Mike into the act, he just might play the righteous cop and squeal on us. Tell him what a great fuck I am; tell him I'm waiting for him. Tell him you'll stand guard, and it'll be great, fucking fantastic." "Right." I wait five minutes. Finally Mike appears, looking very uncertain. "Look," he says, "I don't know. Don't tell John, but I never fucked a man before. I'm afraid." I smile. "Hey, Mike, it's no big deal. Trust me. Are you horny?" "You bet." "Then it's no problem." I move up to him, and start taking off his pants. He's half hard when I open his boxers and pull them down to his knees. I take half of his medium-sized pink cock down my throat, and give it a muscle massage. It swells. I lick his balls, and lightly finger his asshole. "No," he says. "I'm afraid of that." I stop, and return to sucking his cock. In a couple of minutes it's red and throbbing. I reach into his pockets (on the ground at his feet) and extract a condom, then slip it quickly over the head of his tool and down along the shaft. Then I smear the rubber with lube from the tube of KY. I'm still naked, so I turn, spread my legs, and back up into Mike's erection. Reaching behind me, I guide it to my asshole. "Push," I say. "Won't it hurt you?" "Sure," I say, "but I'm a big boy now; I can take it. Push." It takes a little more encouragement to coax Mike's prong up mine, but we get there. "Now fuck me," I growl. "Surely you know how to fuck." That stirs him, and in a few moments he's pumping the shit out of me. It takes him twice as long as John to get his rocks off, though. When he finishes, he falls on my back exhausted. For a minute I think I may have a heart case, here. But he's just winded. "That's it for tonight, Mike. Let's hit the showers." I'm dressed in a flash and back down the passage to find John. Mike takes a while longer to get himself together. In this private moment, I ask John if he's ever alone on duty. "Thursday nights," he says. "Meet me in my office at eleven," I say. "We have some unfinished business." He winks. "Gotcha."

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From: an1662@anon.penet.fi Reply-To: an1662@anon.penet.fi Date: Sat, 3 Apr 93 01:46:18 GMT Subject: STORY: After hours "After Hours" ......... (A Tiger's Tail) One boring Friday afternoon at the office you receive a letter in the mail. Nothing interesting really from the looks of it. But as you read on, you soon realize that you are, again, being invited to another fun filled weekend at your friend's place, and your mind starts wandering. A big grin comes over face, and a bulge begins to form in your pants while remembering some past parties. Those blond beauties, prancing around everywhere practically in the nude. Almost every man with a gorgeous bod was there that night. Some snuggling, some smooching some groping, and others doing anything else imaginable. As you continue day-dreaming, I walk into the office in need of you to sign something. You are so suddenly startled that you blush and try to muddle yourself out of your predicament. Noticing how red your face just got, I notice something else out of place. It's your piece of meat hanging out of your pants dripping with excitement. Caught by surprise, I say something stupid like, "Am I interrupting something? Or am I in time for lunch?" You give me a quick look-over and see the outline of my hard cock straining against my jeans then give me a knowing nod. I turn around to lock the door then move towards you. I don't quite make it because you have stood up to meet me half way. "Wow look at the size of that thing, it's huge!", I manage to gasp as you french kiss me to a frenzy. As we're kissing you slowly unbutton my jeans while my hand works your foreskin back and forth until you're spilling puddles of precum all over the place. You push me down on my knees and I am confronted with that big monster between your thighs. So tempted, I start to lick on the head and you shudder when my lips touch it. "Oh that feels so good, yeah lick it, suck it.", you groan. And I'm glad to oblige. You start moaning even louder while my hot mouth works on sucking the tip, licking it like a lollipop until it's big and red. You get more excited and wrap your hands around my head and force that rock hard meat down my throat. I don't expect it, and almost choke. But you continue to pump your hips back and forth, fucking my face. Meanwhile I'm pulling on my own meat trying to catch up with your pumping, when suddenly you stop. "We're going to my place." and you start to get dressed. I didn't know what to expect next but watching you stuffing your dripping cock into your pants almost made me come so I figured it might be fun, so why not...It was quitting time anyway. By the time we got to his house, we had been feeling each other up for over an hour in the car. After I settle down on your comfortable couch, you ask me if I would like a drink -"Sure". You dash off and return in a flash with 2 glasses of wine. Soon we both finish our drinks. Why is the room spinning? I've drank before and never have been this drunk so soon. Everything seemingly stops turning and I pass out, hearing a chuckle, "Haha! I knew that stuff would work..." I feel so light headed. Wow, what a wonderful feeling. Seems like I can float endlessly. That's peculiar, I'm undressed--where am I? God I feel horny. Damn my hardon is beginning to get the best of me. I can't help but shut my eyes and give in and start playing with it. Aww it feels so good. I'm rubbing myself, stroking my hard stick back and forth--slicking it with spit, still pulling--flogging my piece of meat--dripping with precum. My whole body is tingling with excitement. A sudden new wave of feelings shoot though my body when I feel a hand grab my tit and start rubbing my ass with the other. Instinctively I open my eyes to behold a breath takingsight. This beautiful look blonde stud is standing over me. He took his finger and rammed it into my tight ass. I moan and buck at the feeling. His tool was over 8 inches long and 2 inches wide--man I was dying to get a hold of it. I got my wish, he took that huge rammer and stuffed in down my throat, I tried to resist and make him slow down, but he stopped only momentarily to pull and pinch my nipple. But wanted so much to shoot that I kept bucking and bucking. He then suddenly slapped me on the face, then again and again, I was so turned on I hoped that he would never stop. I wake up...it's dark but it's not, something's covering my eyes. Stirring suddenly to get up, I find that something's in my mouth and I can't move. Still slightly disorientated, I feel my arms outstretched on what seems to be a table, and my legs tied to the legs of it. I hear a rustling sound. Then a cool breeze carresses me followed by a swift blow across my buttocks. My screams are muffled by what ever is in my mouth. Shit I was still hard as an iron spike having not come earlier. I feel something strange in my ass, but from the spanking, I couldn't tell. We both know that I'm under your complete control. As you continue to tan my hide, I can feel my ass turn beet red. You finally stop, but I sort of miss the feeling. What next?! I'm left alone for what seems like an eternity. I finally hear footsteps again, but heavy ones. I feel some cord around my balls and I feel it getting tighter around them. Your thumb flicks the head of my cock, wiping the precum juices that have spewed from my cock. My stomach seemed to turn. "I see that you're enjoying yourself..Now listen punk, if you scream like a little girl, you'll wind up with more than just a gag in your mouth. And your pretty little ass won't be worth more than a cow that's being whipped. UNDERSTAND?!" I nod in agreement as my cock seems to stretch bigger and harder. "I've been watching you lately, always running around with a hardon you can't seem to hide. Yeah, I see you staring at my crotch every chance you get. You're a worthless piece of shit, thinking that you can get me -when it will be me that will get what I want! " with that you remove the gag and replace it with another before I get a chance to yell (Like I was going to even try? No...) I feel something being draped overhead and you stomping off to find something else. Meanwhile, a warm steady stream of liquid is beginning to come out through the gag. It tastesreally salty. The more I try stopping it, the more it flows. I have little choice but to swallow what was given me. Hmmm.. I like the taste. And I feel myself getting even harder so I keep sucking at it, thirstily drinking all of it. "You learn quick." And I feel the gag being removed. Then all of a sudden I feel as if something were suddenly rammed into my ass, but it wasn't. I felt the shit-water fly from my ass --so that's why I've been feeling this way. The blindfold was next to go. I see myself in the mirror in front of me. The room is filled with chains and leather all over the place. I am tied down to a table, spread eagle. Two enema bags hang on a hook above me, of which, one is connected to the gag. And noticing under the table on the floor is an open can of crisco. Behind me stands you, my captor. I'm a bit awed by seeing you in a policeman's uniform. Tight uniform showing off your throbbing boner, the shirt, half open, revealing your hairy chest and suck me nipples down to those black leather boots. I so much want that tool between your thick muscular thighs. "You want this piece of meat don't you" you growl. "Yes, SIR" I reply. You slowly massage the hardon you're hiding under your pants. A dime spot of precum on the front slowly gets bigger and you finally drop your pants. You continue to slowly jack yourself off as you reach around to play with your ass. I am completely caught off guard when I see your billy club coming out of your ass and back in. You give it one more thrust and take it out. You bend over to get some crisco to grease the stick and up my vulnerable ass. My entire body goes rigid. "You're not getting off that easily.." My ass was in pain from you ramming the lube up my ass. But not as painful as you shoving that hard stick up my dirt road. You keep pushing it, ramming it in to the hilt. But soon I'm trying to buck back and fuck the stick. "Please, SIR, Harder, harder, harder.." You are all too willing to oblige. "Shit, I'm cummming....Awgh umph " I yell as waves of cum splash all over the floor. Jet after jet of my cum flying in all directions. You're still pumping me with the stick and I'm still hard as a rock. You finally remove the stick in one jerk and shove a dirty jockstrap doused with poppers under my nose. It smells so good, sweat and cum along with the poppers. Soon I'm as high as a kite. You get behind me with your rammer on my puckered ring and shove. I'm gritting my teeth taking that huge fucker up my ass. I thought my ass would split because it was so wide. But soon i get use to it and again start bucking like a wild stalion. "Take that fucking cock, punk, that's it, take it...." you slap my ass a few times and keep on thrusting harder while pulling down on the cord tied to my balls, rubbing my crotch while you continue to pump my ass. I'm so fucking turned on by being fucked by this "cop" that I can just about shoot. You keep pumping and ramming it home, hitting my joy spot.. making me sweat with anticipation. Then it finally happens you start cumming. "Take it bitch, take my hot load in your juicy ass. Awww" You give two more real deep thrusts impaling me with your rod, then start cumming deep inside me, I can feel it. "Fill me with your hot cock, Sir.. Harder that's it..come inside me SIR, I want you to SIR yes yes yes.." You keep thrusting and cumming setting my rocks off...spurting again and again like a fountain. Finally we both stop cumming and you stay there for a few minutes. You start pissing inside me, then pull out to soak my entire body with your piss. Finally reaching my mouth, you pry it open and shove that shaft inside and piss down my throat, making me clean off your cock after fucking me. I suck it clean, from the tip to the underside of your cock. While doing this, you get hard again and grab the back of my head and push the whole shaft down my throat...choking me with the scent of your crotch. It didn't take that long before you shot a huge load past my tonsils. I thought I might drown. You then go back to my ass and rim me. Trying hard to suck your load and piss out of my ass. It feels so good. After a little while, you get what you wanted. "Thank you, SIR".. He got up and picked up something off the floor. It is a collar with a chain attached to it. "You're going to be my slave. You do what I tell you to do and when.. got it boy?!" You give me a good hard slap across the face. "YES SIR!..." "Good. I'm going to a party and you're going to be my personal little piss boy" you say while untieing me. As soon as I'm free, I get down on my knees and start licking your boots. "Get up, we're both taking a shower and then getting dressed --well not too dressed.... we'll save what you're doing now for later.." After we get out, I find out it is Saturday evening, already. Gee, I guess dreams do cum true. And we both leave for the party. Upon arriving, I get down on my hands and knees and you put the collar around my neck. "That's a good boy." And the rest of the evening I'll tell about some other time.

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Date: Mon, 17 Jul 2000 21:07:28 -0400 From: Peyton Fuller Subject: Male Rape - Part II (This is a continuation of the story I wrote entitled "MALE RAPE". To read both parts in context and with proper continuity. I suggest you read "MALE RAPE" first and then this story.) It had been some time since my "rapist" had entered my bedroom through the open window leading to the fire escape, and I had just about given up hope that he would ever return. I still left the window partially open, even when the air conditioning was on, and hoped he would again visit me. Last night was as uneventful as all previous nights when, suddenly, I sensed someone leaning over me and then smelled the familiar odor of ether as an ether-soaked handkerchief was held to my nose. I was out like a light but soon came to. When I did, I again found myself on my stomach with all four limbs handcuffed to the bed posts and a firm hard body pressed against my back with a thick large cock wedged in the crack between my ass cheeks. A deep sexy voice said, "Guess what, guy, I'm back for another chance to fuck that hot ass of yours! Same rules apply as last time - cooperate and make it easy for both of us and I'll take care not to hurt you too much; resist me and I'll give you the roughest fuck you have ever had!" I said, "Look, guy, I cooperated the last time and I'll do so again, but you really don't need those handcuffs. I really liked your fucking me the last time and this time I'd like to be fucked while on my back with my legs on your shoulders! How about it?" My rapist was silent for about a minute and then said: "Look, buddy, I don't know whether to believe you or not, but what you don't understand is that half the pleasure to me of fucking you, is to have you totally under my control! I don't want a willing partner, I want one who will at least pretend that I am raping him!" I said. "Man, that is weird, but I'll go along with you. I promise I won't try to pull anything and will do my best to let you feel as if you are raping me! OK?" My rapist just grunted but got to his knees and uncuffed my legs. When I didn't try to move, he first uncuffed one arm and then the other. I quickly rolled over and he cuffed both my arms to the bedposts again, but left my legs free. "OK," he said, "it looks as if you really meant what you said. Cooperate and I'll go easy on you. Make it too difficult for me and I'll give you as rough a fuck as I can so that you won't even be able to sit for a couple of days!" He then got in position between my legs, which I lifted and put on his shoulders. He took his tube of KY and proceeded to stuff big gobs of it up my ass. When he hit my prostate, I writhed in pleasure and he said: "You like that don't you? Be good and I'll have my cock give that gland a real workout!" He then put more KY on his big rigid tool and positioned it over my asshole. He started to put it into my ass and more quickly than either of us expected, his cockhead was inside my ass and about half the length of his long cock was firmly wedged up my ass. I groaned in pleasure. He just grunted and started a slow in and out stroke that feed more and more of his long cock up my tight ass until his heavy balls were banging up against my ass cheeks with every in stroke he made. His thrusts became more frequent and more intense as he neared climax. Finally with a cry of satisfaction, he gave my ass one final thrust and started to pump out blast after blast of hot cum. It seemed as if he had shot a quart of cum up my ass before he was finally pumped out and slowly withdrew his cock. "Man," he said, "you do give one damned satisfactory fuck!" I said it was good for me too, but he said it wasn't supposed to be! I just laughed and lay motionless while he got his breath back. He then noticed that I hadn't come and that my cock was still rock hard and throbbing. "Damn," he said, "I'm really tempted to suck you dry!" I said, "Be my guest, I'd love to feed you my hot load." Before I knew it, he had re-positioned himself and was licking my cockhead. He then moved down to swallow my cock entirely and began an up and down motion that quickly had me writhing under his ministrations. When I was just about ready to come, he said: "Not yet, buddy, I don't want to stop sucking you just yet! Cool down a little and I'll suck some more!" I groaned but wasn't in any position to do protesting. After a few minutes, my cock had calmed down somewhat and he again began to suck me deeply. God, that felt good! Again he brought me to near climax, stopped, let my cock stop its twitching and only then would he start sucking my cock again. I don't know how many times we followed that routine but eventually I reached the point that I thought I would explode if he didn't let me come! I told him so and I guess he took pity on me because he just kept on sucking even when my balls started to contract and my cock swelled up so much that he came close to gagging. With a great sigh of relief, I began to shot blast after blast of my hot cum down his throat. He took it all and continued to suck me dry until my cock became so sensitive that I couldn't stand to have it touched any more and I had to beg him to stop. With one final deep suck, he let my cock slid out of his mouth. He said, "Damn, that was quite a load you feed me! In fact, you've given me another erection! What we are going to do now is that I'm going to fuck your face and you are going to enjoy getting another load of my cum, but this time down your throat rather than up your ass!" He then straddled my chest while I moved up in the bed a little to be able to suck him at a better angle. It seemed as if he had just started when I realized he was about to come and come he did, with blast after blast of his hot cum shooting down my throat. When he was pumped out, he groaned, pulled his cock out of my mouth and said that I was not only a great fuck but that I have a damned good blowjob as well! He then went in my bathroom, took a quick shower and came back to the bed with a wet washcloth. He then carefully washed my cock, balls and ass and said that he was sorry that he didn't trust me enough as yet to take a shower with me, but that maybe next time he would. I said, "Does that mean that there will be a next time?" He said he guessed so but hoped that next time I would resist him a little more and make it seem more like a real rape! I laughed and said that I would try. He then dressed, took the cuffs off my arms and was out the window before I could say anything more. I still don't have even a vague idea of who my sexy "rapist" might be, but I do know I am looking forward to his next visit!

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Biker The day was warm; the sun high. The sleek black machine sped along the macadam, hugging the tight curves and cruising over the long straight-a-ways. My destination? Nowhere. Everywhere! I was on my own; free. No questions to answer; no explanations to make up; no strings attached. Traveling light -- that's me! All I had was packed in the saddle bags. There were no regrets. A few happy moments to remember. A whole world out there to explore. The bike felt good under me. The rhythmic vibrations of the motor, the constant movement of the two wheels over the rough surface -- all these gave me a sensuous feeling. Leather encased thighs tingled as they wrapped themselves around the steadily oscillating gas tank. Warm air rushed though my denim covered crotch, cooling it. My balls savored every motion of the bike, sending sensations upwards to an ever responsive cock. Yeah. It was a warm one. And I knew it was going to get hotter. That morning I had decided not to wear full leather: I had put on chaps. Besides, I liked the way they looked. The sleek black leather reaching from my boots to where they rode low on my hips; underneath, the faded blue Levis showing off my tight firm ass, and good sized basket always ready and willing! Last piss stop I had stowed my shirt in the saddle bag. The leather vest was cooler; and protected my back from the sun. It would catch the wind. Flap against the well developed pecs softly beating the nipples to a state of tantalizing attention. I felt good. Next to sex this was the greatest feeling going. Opening the throttle I really began burning rubber. Caught up in my own fantasy, the real world slipped by. A wailing sound jolted me back to earth! "Shit! Where the hell did they come from?" I asked myself, looking down the business end of a siren screeching police car in my rear vision mirror. "Too late to try to outrun it," I thought, as I eased back on the throttle and drew to a stop. "Well, what do we have here, Hank?" the driver said as he slid from behind the wheel and walked towards me, hand on holster. "Better play it cool. These local yokels look like they mean business," I mused as I waited for them to reach me. "No sudden movements, not the way that guy is fingering that rod!" I tried to smile. The driver was a big bruiser; well built. If a good body in a glued on uniform were the qualifications, this guy was a real hunk. Hank, the other guy, was no slouch, either. A little less muscular, but lean -- and hung! These boys did mean business. "Hit the ground. Face down," ordered the driver. "Spread eagle!" I wasn't going to argue with this goon. I did as I was told. "Now ain't that a sight, Hank?" He roughly kicked my feet further apart as he stood over me. "Moving kinda fast, weren't you, fella?" "Guess, so," I answered. "Oh, you guess so, huh? Maybe you was tryin' to put a little distance between you and Jake's place," he growled at me (I was to later find out that Jake's place was a gas station/store that someone had ransacked the night before). "Cuff him and let's bring him in." My arms were yanked behind me. I could feel the cold steel close around my wrists. None too gently, I was pulled to my feet and prodded back to the waiting patrol car. "Hey, what about my bike? What about my gear?" I asked. "We don't steal out here," the driver mumbled. Hank, for the first time spoke, "We'll pick it up later. It'll be OK." Off we sped, back from where I had come. We came to a wide spot in the road. There was a four corners; a gas station on one of them; no more than a dozen houses at best, and the police station (what there was of it). It was a real dump -- a small wooden building sturdy enough to withstand little more than a loud noise. Once inside, it was no better. A large room, part of it away from the door partitioned off by little more than heavy chicken wire and two by fours; the rest of it was bare except for a couple of wooden chairs, a desk, something that looked like a gun rack (no guns), and miscellaneous assorted hardware fastened to the walls. The "cell" had an old mattress thrown on the floor. At least the place had been swept out sometime in the last six months! "Strip him, Hank." Hank moved towards me. "Hey, what're you guys up to?" I asked. Hank half grinned. "We gotta search you. Drugs and all that crap," he said as he unbuckled the chaps. Then he knelt in front of me, reached under my crotch to unzip the chaps. His hand lingered just a moment too long under my balls. It sent a shiver up my now limp tool. He must have noticed the movement. Pursing his lips, he softly blew warm air at the growing bulge. Then, unzipping the inseams, the chaps fell to the floor. "Get those Levis off him, Hank." "Sure thing," as he quickly unbuttoned the fly. One yank and they were to my ankles. "Sit down," I was ordered. The chief honcho gave me a shove, hand on my chest, and I went down with a thud. "Take it easy. I still got these damned cuffs on!" I retorted. They both ignored me. Hank pulled off my boots. Honcho (never did find out the guy's name) roughly pulled me to my feet and threw me down on the bare desk. My head hit with a thud, dazing me. My limp prick slapped against the side of the desk. Some one was probing my ass. "He's clean," I heard Hank say. There was the sound of a key turning; I felt the steel fall away from one wrist, then the other. "Stand up." Confused, I did so. Honcho spun me around facing the open "cell" and gave my ass a fair boot catapulting me inside. Hank started to toss my belongings in after me. Honcho snatched the Levis from him. "Not these," he said. "Have you gone through them, yet?" he asked. Hank shook his head. "Give him the rest of that crap. We'll hold these out." He winked at Hank, who grinned back. They let me have my boots, socks, and chaps. I still had the vest on. Feeling a little foolish, I decided it was best to put on what I had. At least it was better than standing around bare ass naked. Not much better, but some. Slowly I pulled on first one sock, then the other followed by the boots. Finally I put on the chaps. They fit snugly; but they left my tight ass protruding as a tempting target. My long dick hung down in front. "Now ain't he just something!" Honcho sneered. "Sure is," Hank grinned. "We sure got ourselves a live one this time," he added. "You trot on over to Jake's and pick up some of that grease stuff you like to use. I'll watch this here desperado," Honcho laughed. "I don't think he'll be going nowhere. Not like that." He laughed again. This guy was making me nervous. He had something up his sleeve. Hank disappeared out the door. Honcho turned one of the chairs back to me, straddled it and sat facing me. Tipping his uniform cap to the back of his head, arms folded on the chair back, he said, "What's a nice looking fella like you doing around these parts?" Cautiously, I answered him. "Just passing through." I didn't want to rile him -- any wise answers might not go too well for me. "Just passing through," he repeated. "Now ain't that just dandy. Oughtn't someone know where you're at?" he added, almost a little too solicitously. "Nope. They know where I was and they know where I'm supposed to be. So, I reckon they'll figure out where I am when I don't get there." It may have been the wrong answer. But I didn't want to play him for a complete fool and tell him of course someone knew where I was. That just didn't fit the scene. I knew it. And I was pretty sure he knew it. He just sat there staring at me. "Well, I wouldn't worry none about it if I were you. We'll take good care of you. Now a good looking young fella like you ain't going to go get himself lost, now is he?" Getting up, he walked over near the wire separating us. He'd picked up a ruler somewhere, and he was tapping it slowly against one palm as he spoke. "That's a big one you got there, boy. One of the biggest I ever seen," starring down at my dangling cock. Not knowing what direction this nut was about to veer off on I said nothing. A minute or more must have passed. "Hank, you know, the other officer, he's my brother-in-law. Married his sister, the slut. Hank's taken a hankering to ya," he laughed at his own play on words. "Yeah, I think he really goes for you." Boy, was I dumb. Why hadn't I seen their game before -- not that I could have done much about it. "Yes sir, Hank's real queer. Had a problem with him couple of years back. Made him my deputy. Now he ain't got no more problems. Yeah, he's real taken with you, fella." Honcho turned, walked back to the chair he had been sitting in; tapped it with the toe of his boot. "Yeah, I watched Hank set in this here chair. He'd rub himself up something fierce when he thought he weren't being looked at." He just seemed to drone on, now. "I told him it weren't no good, just rubbing it. Gotta play with it if you want relief." He kept drumming the ruler he held against the palm of his hand. I think he liked the slap of it. "He'd set there, play with it. He'd really like that." Sitting on the desk, he continued almost as though he was talking to himself. "It growed pretty big. Real hard like, and then it would shoot. Yes sir. That sure was a sight. Him jacking off and shooting load after load till it just ran down his fingers." This guy's dancing through a daisy field without all his petals! Swinging around, he advanced slowly towards me, still slapping that damned ruler. "He used to beg me to let him lick mine, while he jerked off. But, hell, I ain't one of them perverts. Kept at it, though." Looking me squarely in the face, he added, "Tell you what I did do, though." He laughed. "Had this here guy in here from the city -- like you. Figured it wouldn't hurt none to let Hank try it on him. "Repositioning the chair close to the wire mesh, he sat astride it again. This time the hand holding the ruler resting on the back; his other hand fell to his crotch. "Happened right about where you're standin'." He was sighting down the ruler right at the head of my arching cock. "Hank took that guy's pecker, licked on it real nice until it growed awful big. Put the whole thing in his mouth, then. That fella sure shook and groaned like he was having the time of his life. Fact is, he seemed to be having so much fun the next time Hank asked I figured I'd let him take mine." Looking up at me, he quickly added, "He'd have to beg for it, ya know!" The door opened. Hank came bursting in. "They didn't have none of that grease you wanted. But Jake said this'd do as well," holding up a plastic jug of corn oil. "Better for ya, too, he said." Hank laughed as Honcho thought this new turn of events over. "He don't know shit!" Honcho mumbled. "You didn't tell him nothing?" he added almost in panic. "No. You said I wasn't to tell," came the dutiful answer. "Get that guy out here. You wanta have some fun, now, don't ya," he winked at Hank. Looking back at me, Honcho added, "You don't give him no trouble and you won't get none. You wouldn't give our guest a hard time, now would you Hank?" The snickers told me just how hard a time I was going to get. I'd had some wild times; real sex orgies. Real swinging parties. Ass, tits, cocks, cunts -- the whole gambit. But these two were a little strange. I'd been in tight spots before. Playing it cool always seemed to be the best bet. Just play along with them. Like judo, you go with the action and let them throw themselves -- then run like hell. That seemed to be the wisest move, for now. They had the upper hand. There were two of them, one of them armed. If sex is what they're after, I could play that game. And, like I said, they both were real hunks. The missing marbles was what worried me. Hank unlocked the door to my cell, motioned me to come to it, "Right there, fella," he said as I stood in the doorway. Honcho leaned back on the edge of the desk fingering his gun (the real one). Before I knew it, Hank had snapped his bracelets around one wrist and had hooked the other end to an eye bolt embedded in the door frame. I started to raise one boot to kick him. "Wouldn't do that, fella," I heard Honcho's calm voice. Like he said, I didn't. My other wrist was secured to the opposite door jam. "Now ain't that a pretty sight, Hank. Look at them balls hanging there. And that pecker. You ain't just a gonna let that hang like that are ya?" With that encouragement, Hank took my cock in his right hand, squeezed it. His left was stroking his own tool. Mine responded to his touch. "It'll be OK," he whispered to me. Honcho couldn't hear him. "We ain't gonna do nothing real bad," he added. "You got that thing hard yet, Hank? Want to see it hard; want to measure it." Honcho brushed Hank aside. He had done his job. My prick was at least at half mast. There was enough of it for Honcho to get his jollies. He put the ruler to it. "Humm. Only seven and a half," he commented almost as if he were reading a water pressure. He took the ruler and not too gently slapped my rod back and forth. "Gotta make it grow. You can do it fella," he said as he continued. Hank had removed his uniform shirt and trousers. Underneath them he had been wearing leather straps that came from around his neck, down across smooth, hairless chest (almost hiding the nipples on his well defined pecs), to a "V" at his rock solid cock. The shaft and the balls underneath were snugly held by a cock ring. He'd put his boots back on. The sight of him made my rod grow another inch! "Eight and a half!" Honcho exulted. "That's more like it. Hank, you get over here and service this thing. I want to see at least nine inches out of it." With that he pulled the chair over near the partition. He took off his uniform shirt, left his visored cap on; sat on the chair watching me from a profile position. Hank had come over, knelt on one knee in front of me. He gently massaged my balls with one hand as he gripped my upright tool with the other. His hands were warm. They slid up and down the shaft effortlessly. They were covered with the oil! Honcho, bare chested, was fingering one of his nipples as he stroked possibly the largest hardon I'd ever seen! His ham sized fist barely covered half of it as he rhythmically moved it -- back and forth, making the well rounded head swell even more. His balls lay in the open "V" of his fly. His hand would pound down against them, rebound up the shaft -- over and over. Hank had reached under my balls, expertly inserted his well oiled fingers between the cheeks of my ass, into the waiting hole. He reached inside, gently probing with first one, then two fingers. I could feel his whole hand deftly guiding itself through the opening; now it was in me! The touch of his gently probing hand sent sensuous thrills to the tip of my cock. It must have grown to ten inches by now! "That's it, boy. Make it grow!" Honcho now had both his fists feverishly working that wondrous shaft. And there was plenty of it left over. Fingers, white from the intense grip he held, flew up and down with fantastic speed. Hank's lips slipped over the throbbing head of my now ten and a half inches. The lubricated hand firmly milked the shaft as the other explored deep inside me, touching all the right spots to send me into orbit. The hand seemed to relax. Oh no! He's beginning to remove it. I moaned with the pleasure as it slowly retracted. I didn't want it to leave. I didn't want him to stop. I didn't want to cum. As gently as it had entered, the hand now withdrew sending an ultimate spasm of joy through me. The other hand had also been removed, and now his lips were sucking all of me deep down his throat. I could feel it close against my aching knob! He held my root firmly as his tongue stroked it. My cheeks were being spread wider and wider. I could feel his fingers at my butt hole again. "Oh please put your fist up my ass," I silently pleaded. Instead, he was inserting a large dildo. It vibrated sending rhythmic vibrations pulsing through me, right up my cock to the very tip, still buried deep in his sucking throat! In, and still further in, the dildo slid. Each pulsing oscillation sent me further and further into orbit. I threw my head back and moaned from the sheer joy. "That's it, boy. Get him real hot!" Honcho's hand was flying now. The knob bounced in its fury for relief. I marvelled at how long he could keep that up without shooting. It must be the tight grip he has on it. The cum can't get out, I thought. The dildo had slipped completely inside me. My sphincter had closed over almost the entire enormity of it. Its rhythmic movement continued. Hank slowly slid his lips along my cock, my aching pulsing cock which was throbbing in unison as the dildo massaged every sensitive spot inside me -- all at once. A roaring hardon, freed against its will from those practiced lips, stretched skyward. Hank gripped it in both of his hands, gently applying more oil. He then stood, turned around, bent over. The strap down his back had a second cock ring by his butt hole. Reaching between his legs, he grasped my tool, kneaded it and my balls through the ring steering the shaft into his anxiously waiting hole. As his tight ass closed over the head I thought I was going to fill him right then and there with hot cum. But the shaft glided onward, deeper and deeper as his greedy ass clutched at every last inch. Honcho got up, tool in hand moved closer to Hank. Releasing his swollen member, he presented the bulbous end to Hank's parted lips. They covered it with warm, moist breath and then sucked it in, pulling the entire length right to its base after it, in one continuous motion. Each thrust I made at Hank's tight ass he returned, convulsing the entire anal cavity around my steel hard rod. The dildo up my ass pulsed; I could feel the cum welling up in my balls. With every stroke they flew against his ball sac. I only hoped it felt as good to him as it did me. It must have, because his oil drenched hand reached back to massage them. He held the pouch, and then he held both pouches in his warm, tantalizing fingers, stroking all four balls in unison. His other hand held his long swollen cock, bending it so the head pointed towards the floor. He pumped it in a full sweeping motion from its base to the engorged cockhead, rubbing and massaging its well lubricated firmness, and then back to the base of the shaft; again and again his hand teased his inflamed piston. Hank's sucking lips slurped around the head of Honcho's cock, drawing juices closer and closer to bursting forth from the tiny slit at the end. Honcho moaned and cried out. He was going to cum. Hank took it all as Honcho released load after load. Hank continued to suck as hot cum escaped the corners of his mouth, ran down his chin dripping in large globs to the floor. Hank pushed harder and harder against me taking every last inch I had deep in his ass. I could feel my knob swell as his grip on it increased with each thrust. The dildo continued vibrating inside me, gently massaging me over the brink of sanity. I couldn't hold it back any longer. I was going to come. With explosive force, I shot my juices into that grabbing cavern, trying to fill it but never succeeding. It sucked for more and I gave it more. Load after load disappeared deep up his ass; and yet he wanted more. He was insatiable! I slowed to a trickle. He continued riding my pogo stick, begging for another ejaculation. "Just one more time, please," I heard him moan. His mouth was now free; dripping white juices, but free, pleading for me to satisfy him. Oh how I wanted to! He was still fondling both sets of balls as he pumped on his own piston. Letting the two pouches hang free to rub and massage each other, his fingers reached under them and found my plugged hole. Deftly, he began moving the vibrating dildo back and forth inside me. New excitement began to overtake my resting rod. It quivered, began stretching to its full length again -- and shooting. Slowly he began extracting the pulsating implement from my ass. Each inch it retreated sent new spasms of cum shooting deep inside him. As the dildo neared the end of its travel, I drove my cock home in one massive thrust. Oh God! This was it! He was coming! And so was I! Together we shot load after load. This time I did fill him to satisfaction. His limp tool hung in his motionless hand; although momentarily spent, it would rise again. "Get him down. We're through with him, for now," Honcho growled. "Throw that creep back in the cell. And while you're at it, clean up around here." He was still bare chested, but had stuffed his well serviced rod back down his pants leg. The tell-tale bulge left little doubt that it was a repeater. Although soft, it still had an inviting outline, showing off all its best features immodestly displayed under the strained twill cloth. Hank turned towards me with a hang dog look. His eyes would not meet mine as he approached to remove the cuffs from my wrists. His lean, well defined chest rubbed up against mine as he reached for one of the bracelets to release it. I could feel his long cock, weighted by its well formed head, hanging lazily between his legs as it thumped against my thigh. As he fumbled with the keys, his eyes met mine. There was a pleading there that was beyond a desire for any physical release. "Why do you let him bully you, Hank?" I whispered. "You don't need that crap!" He smiled slightly, dropped his eyes from mine. Still fumbling for the right key, I felt his manhood press more firmly against my leg. "You sure as hell can do better than this," I added under my breath. "What the hell's taking you so long there? Get to it, Hank. Get your fagot friend back in there." He turned, started towards the door. "I'm going to take a piss." Hank turned and watched him go. He continued to stare towards the door long after the screen had slammed shut. Quietly, I repeated, "You don't need this. You gotta get out of here worse than I do, Hank," I added. "Ain't got nowhere to go," he said as he turned back towards me. He reached up with the keys to release the other arm. With my free hand I gently grabbed his cock, stroking it gently. "You'd have no problem. You'd do fine.!" I slid my hand the full length of the still oiled shaft, gently fingering the slit at the end. "No, you'd have no trouble at all." "Gee, I dunno. Can't. Gotta stay here," he said as he released the other arm. I rubbed my hands and wrists. It felt good to have them free. Placing my hands on Hank's shoulders I looked him squarely in the eyes. I was going to take a chance. "Hank, look at me." I shook him. "Look at me!" His eyes slowly met mine. "I'll help you. I'll help you get away." His eyes widened. I wasn't sure if it was fear or anticipation. It was neither. "How?" he asked. "He's got you here. And he's got me right under his thumb. What can you do?" The resignation with which he said it -- I was afraid the conversation was through. "Where's my bike?" He looked up. "Oh that's OK. When I went out earlier I told Jake to pick it up. I heard him pull up with it a while back, so its outside," he said. "It rides two," I pointed out. "We can double pack and split. There's nothing holding you here." "What're we going to do with him?" as he nodded towards the door. That was no problem. After all, what did they do with me -- and now the tables were turned! The door burst open. Honcho strode in, stopped. "What's going on here. How come you ain't got him back in there yet?" That was all he said. Hank planted a haymaker to his middle and an uppercut to the jaw that would have gotten at least a bronze at the Olympics! Honcho folded. Hank stood there looking down at his mentor. "Want to have some fun?" I asked. Surprised, he looked back up at me. Let's give him seme of his own medicine before we split." I took one of the cuffs from Hank, snapped it around Honcho's right wrist. Hank followed my lead. There was an overhead water pipe at just the right height. Boosting the dazed Honcho, we were able to snap the cuffs over it before he fully regained his senses. His feet just touched the floor. Some rope coiled in the corner resolved that problem. We tied each ankle as far apart as possible to joists on opposite walls. Honcho began bellowing. I was afraid the noise might bring help, but Hank was right on the ball. He opened the desk drawer and pulled out a role of adhesive tape. That properly applied quieted things down quite a bit. He was a lot more meek than before. Now his eyes bulged more than his cock! "You know, Hank, I don't really think he got his rocks off the last time, do you?" Hank shook his head and grinned. He was beginning to shed his subservience; the "slave" was changing stripes! I unbuckled Honcho's belt; pulled it clean out of its loops. It thudded on the floor. One quick yank at the front of his pants did the rest. Pubic hair sprung out in little curls, but his rod remained firmly trapped in the pants leg. Hank laughed. From his pants hanging over the nearby chair he pulled a small pocket knife. Grinning from ear to ear, he slowly opened it and ran a thumb over the razor sharp blade. Cautiously, I watched as he approached the immobilized figure. "No, Hank," I said, stepping towards him. I feared the worst. He looked back at me and laughed, "We can't service the son-of-a-bitch with them pants on, now can we?" With that he slipped the blade between Honcho's flesh and the skin tight pants. In one clean motion the left leg was free; another swipe and the pants fell away. Honcho's balls and cock swung like a large pendulum. Hank snapped the knife shut, replaced it in the pocket from which he had drawn it. He was enjoying the situation. His cock was rising slowly. Taking the oil container, he poured it over Honcho's head. With his hands he smoothed over the taut muscled back as it strained to get free. On down the back glided the hands, lubricating the ass. And then the hole itself. First one finger, then two. The pendulum now swung higher. Honcho seemed to be torn between wanting to get free and wanting to enjoy this new experience. Noticing the ruler still lying on the desk, I could not resist the impish temptation. "Turn about is fair play," I laughed, picking up the ruler. As I approached Honcho, Hank had removed his fingers from the cleft of Honcho's ass and was now rubbing the oil on his pecs, squeezing the nipples. Hank's fully extended cock was teasing the crack between the two cheeks as he slid his body up and down the well lubricated captive. I reached down, took the pendulum, measured it. "We can do better than that," I said as I bounced the head of Honcho's swinging tool gently on the flat edge of the ruler, like a spatula. The swollen knob kept bouncing upwards with each slap of the ruler. "Let's see, has it grown any?" No longer dangling downwards, the robust monster was starting to show some life. "Nope, that's less than before. You've got to try!" It jerked upwards, almost as if he were. "Maybe this will help." Hank had handed me a cock ring. "Ringer!" as I flipped it over the knob on the end and slid to the base of his cock. Gently, I forced the ball sac through. The balls throbbed. The shaft quivered. When getting the ruler, I remembered seeing some clothes pins in the partially open desk drawer. Two of them applied to the nipples might encourage him to get it up, I thought. The plastic clips grasped the nipple, closed on it, holding it firmly. The other one kept slipping off. Too much oil, I guess, as I wiped some of it off with my dry palm. This time the clip held. I wasn't sure which I was supposed to believe -- the look on Honcho's face (wide eyed disbelief) or the evidence between his legs (it was standing straight up, swollen and red). Hank had picked up the belt lying on the floor, flicked Honcho's ass with it. The response was instantaneous. Cheek muscles tightened creating large dimples. Each slap produced the same reaction. The already upright tool slapped crazily against the rippled stomach. Honcho groaned -- was it in pleasure or pain? Will we ever know? Hank was slowly penetrating the spanked ass, his hands placed firmly on Honcho's groin, pulling him onto the anxious implement. He nodded for me to do the same to him. First I knelt behind Hank, tonguing the long crack and slowly spreading the cheeks. Reaching deeper, I found his butt hole, reamed it with my probing tongue. Reaching between his legs, I fondled his balls in their oil soaked sac. He was in -- I could feel a second pouch slapping against my hand. The cock ring was still holding it in place. Rising slowly, my swollen prick glided between their legs, the end rubbing their balls. Hank gripped it between his legs holding it tightly. "Why don't you put that thing where it'll do the most good?" he said over his shoulder. I quickly inserted it just inside the hole I had so recently reamed. I wanted to tease him, however, and very slowly continued. Each movement inwards caused my cock to jump with joy. Hank's reaction was obvious pleasure. With his hand circling the ringed cock, Hank thrust hard against Honcho's tight ass, fucking him for all he was worth. The motion was so strenuous, Hank flew up and down the length of my own shaft. I placed my arms around him, played with the two taut nipples on his chest. "Oh God!" Hank cried out as he thrust himself forward and held motionless except for the convulsive action as he shot load upon load. Hank's ass tightened around my elongated rod, wringing flood after flood of warm, sticky juice from it until I fell exhausted on his back. My spent tool slipped from Hank's grip. I stepped back. "Plop!" Hank's cock came free. Walking around in front of Honcho, I noticed his shaft was still upright, a small drop of white just running down its head. I pointed at it. Hank laughed, "He's good at taking care of that, himself. Besides, he told me to clean this place up!" With that he began wielding his dangling manhood like a fire hose. Pointing it at Honcho, he let loose with a long, golden stream. It splashed off of Honcho's chest, running down those well formed pecs with their nipples still captive. I reached over to remove the clips. But Hank shook his head. "Let him enjoy himself. Help me." With this he directed the stream at the base of the still upright cock. Taking careful aim at the crack between the cheeks where Hank had found so much pleasure, I sent a second stream of warm, yellow liquid cascading over is ass. It felt good. Just the relief of taking a piss felt good. The golden shower completed, we left Honcho where he was to dry out. Hank pulled on his trousers over his oil soaked legs. "We'll clean up somewhere's else. My bible reading sister may show up -- she brings us lunch sometimes. And there'd be all hell to pay, with her preaching and all." I grabbed my pants and we made a bee line for the door. Before opening it, I grabbed Hank, felt that loving piece of meat harden between his legs as I wrapped my hand around it. He bit my ear lope as we clenched. Fortunately, the bike was just outside; the key still in the ignition. Balls flying, I swung my bare ass over the saddle. It started. Hank slipped in behind me and we were off leaving dust flying back through the still open door. Hank wrapped his arms around me hanging on as we sped down the highway. His hand gradually slipped down to my open crotch and took my balls and cock in his hand. "Can't let them get cold," he shouted in my ear. With one hand, I reached behind me, unzipped his fly, and pulled out (to my surprise) a very stiff pecker. Giving it the right angle with my hand, I slowly pushed back on the saddle. It slipped inside. The full length reached up, vibrating from the engine and the road. I could feel the head thickening as it swelled. His hands now held a stiff and excited shaft. His fingers wrapped tightly around it moved with the bike. I don't know how many miles we must have gone before we had to stop to clean the windshield. There were many such stops, many such "hard" miles before we reached L.A.

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Date: Fri, 14 Jul 2000 11:34:09 -0400 From: Peyton Fuller Subject: MALE RAPE Althought I guess you would officialy say this is a rape story of a straight man by a gay man, I think of it more as a "black comedy" or "seduction" story. Hope you like it. I am the author and this is an original story. NCJAY MALE RAPE I'm a 30-year-old straight guy with a face, body and cock that most women found irresistible. I could get just about any woman I wanted to spend the night with me and all of them seemed to really enjoy the ministrations of my cock. I was born here in NYC, went to Columbia and have lived and worked here my entire life. I have a pretty good job and a fairly nice apartment although it is old and has an outside fire escape that you got to by climbing out of the bed room window onto a small balcony and then onto the escape. If I kept the air conditioning on and the bedroom window locked, no one could get in; however, many nights in the spring and fall the temperature drops at night to the point that I like to sleep in the nude with the window open. Well, that proved to be my undoing! I was sound asleep one night (it must have been about 2am) when I felt this body on top of me and a handkerchief that smelled of ether pressed against my nose. I started to say: "What the fuck is going on...." But I was out like a light before I could get that all out. I awoke in a few minutes however; (It must have been a Very light dose). To find myself on my stomach with both my arms and legs spread-eagled out from my body and all four limbs cufflink to the bedposts. At this point, I did say: "What the fuck is going on?" Who are you and what the fuck do you want?" Out of the total darkness (the blinds had been drawn and I couldn't see a damn thing) a deep male voice chuckled and said: "Oh no, my friend, you've got it backwards - you're not going to fuck me - I'm going to fuck you!" I said: "Like hell you are - no one has ever fucked me and I don't intend to let you be the first!" I felt a gloved hand moving up and down by back, massaging my ass cheeks and starting to tickle my ass hole. Again there was a chuckle and the deep voice sad: "This is better than I ever hoped for! Not only do I get to fuck a beautiful ass, I get your virgin cherry too!" He went on to say that we could two this one of two ways. If I resisted him or tried to cry out, he could either stuff my mouth with a couple of handkerchiefs or use more ether to knock me out completely. If I wanted that option he assured me that his big cock would give me the hardest and roughest fuck that he could manage and that I would be so sore I wouldn't be able to sit down for a week. On the other hand, if I cooperated and really got into it, he would lube up my ass, coat his condom with lube and be as gentle as he could. He pointed out that he was wearing a condom, not only for my protection, but to be sure that the only DNA he left behind was my own. I asked him how he could be so sure that I would come unless he jacked me off. He laughed and said that he had a very talented cock and that everyone he fucked always came! I sighed and said: "I'm no fool, if I'm going to be fucked I want to do it the easy way. I won't cry out and I will cooperate as much as I can." He said: "Good man!" and proceed to start to lube up my ass. I could hear him lubricating his cock as well and then I felt a gentle pressure on my asshole. The pressure slowly built up and suddenly his cockhead was inside my fuck chute. Both of us groaned. He said: "Man, do you have a tight ass hole - this is going to be great for both of us!" I said, "Maybe you but not for me!" He laughed and said that by the time he was through I would be begging him to come back for seconds! He inserted his huge cock an inch at a time - giving me time for my fuck chute to adjust itself to his cock's bulk. Eventually he must have had 8 or 9 inches of hard cock up my tight ass and then he started a slow long in and out stroke that pretty soon was driving me wild as sensation after sensation streamed up my body. I never knew that being fucked this way could be as pleasurable to the guy being fucked! I wondered if the women I had fucked had had similar sensations as my cock had plowed their cunts? He could sense that I was really enjoying his fucking and said: "That's right, man, lust relax and enjoy it - you should cum in just a minute or two." Sure enough, within a minute I could feel my balls draw up and without either of us touching my cock, it began to shoot wave after wave of cum. Soon I was lying in a pool of my own cum and he said: "That's right, man, I knew I could bring you off, but hold on, the best is yet to come!" He then picked up his stroke and really began to pump his cock into me - faster and faster, harder and harder. Suddenly he jammed his cock in full length, froze in position, held on to me as if I were a life preserver and began to pump blast after blast of his own cum into his condom while wave after wave of pleasure shot up my body too! I asked him: "Before you go, at least tell me if I know you, do you know me, or was this whole episode just a casual "driveway" fuck?" He said: "Oh, I know you, but you don't know me. I could be the guy that sits across from you on the subway, the mailboy who brings you your mail, one of your office workers, one of the cleaning staff - anyone!" I had to agree he was right. What did I really know about him? I knew he was about my height and weight. I knew he had a fantastic cock that I had enjoyed more than I would ever admit, but that was about it. I had absolutely no idea what he looked liked or even what race he was. He could have been white, black, Indian, Oriental or alien and I wouldn't have known. His voice had no betraying accent and even if I heard it again, how could I prove it was the guy who had raped me? I had no recording of his voice and it would just be his work against mine plus the fact that I would have to acknowledge that I had been raped by a man! Damn! He really had me locked in. With a final groan, he slowly pulled his cock out of my ass, carefully put the dripping condom in a bag he had brought with him, wet a wash cloth he had also brought with him in my bathroom, carefully cleaned his cock off, put the wet cloth in the bag and began to get dressed. I asked, "Hey, Man, I did just want you wanted me to do - you're not going to leave me handcuffed this way are you?" He said, "No, of course not! The cuffs have to go with me in that it was possible they could be traced but, don't worry, I'll just give you a little more ether - you'll fall back to sleep and when you wake up, I'll be long gone along with every trace of me!" I soon smelled the ether held to my nose and was unconscious almost at once. When I woke up and turned on the lights, the room was empty except for me. Nothing was changed except that I was lying in a big pool of my own cum. The window was open and a gentle breeze blew in. I locked the window, changed the sheets, washed myself off and went back to bed. When I woke up the next morning, I wondered if it had all been a dream. Then I realized that my ass felt "strange" and I soon realized that it felt "empty" and missed being stuffed with his big cock! Each day I carefully check out each guy that seems to be paying more than normal attention to me and ask myself, are you the one? I can't explain this, but I have taken to leaving the bedroom window half way open even when the air condition is going, and I wonder when and if I will ever again be awaked with the smell of ether at my nose and a deep male voice telling me to relax. I also wonder how I can let him know that he doesn't need the ether or the hand cuffs anymore!

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Business Ethics James ran his tongue down the inside of Terry's thigh, matting the dark, wiry hairs with his saliva. Terry strained against his bonds, but to no avail. "MMMMmmmmmffff!" Through the gag, that was all James could make out. Terry was tied to the top of his desk. Ties and stockings everywhere. James smiled. "You know," he began, "you DID ask me to do this. You remember, don't you?" Terry nodded as much as he was able, a wild look in his eyes as he realized James wasn't going to give him his release. James looked at the swollen evidence of Terry's lust, bobbing in the breeze from the air conditioner. He reached up with one well-manicured nail and scraped along the ridge of flesh under the head. Terry moaned. James chuckled, deep in his throat. He reached behind him and pulled a feather out of the ornamental arrangement on Terry's desk. Terry's eyes widened as he realized James' intent, and he tried, wordlessly, to stop him His thrashes cut the fetters deeper into his wrists, his ankles . . . he stopped. Slowly James drew the feather along the soles of Terry's feet -- the muscles of his calves, and up his legs. He began twitching . . . helpless in the face of James' dominion. James reached Terry's scrotum, and moved the feather away. He relaxed for a moment, then tensed as he felt the light touch against his navel. Moving the feather up his body, James circled his nipples, pebbled with his lust. A careless brush with the feather had drawn droplets of his lubrication along his skin, and the feather was damp with his juice. Terry watched as James' rough pink tongue gently rasped the traces of moisture off of the feather, drinking in his musky taste. His eyes closed as a thin film of sweat sheened its way across his chest and forehead. His penis bobbed with the thrill of fresh blood infusing the flesh. James a small vibrator out of his discarded briefcase and began to tickle the edges of Terry's asslips with the tip. Terry moaned once, loudly, and shut his eyes again. James struck him. Gently. On his penis. Terry's eyes opened in shock and reaction as James grabbed him by the hair and moved his face into position. "No, sweetheart," he said gently. Mockingly. "You're going to be a good little boy, and eat me." James removed the gag, quickly placing his hot, swollen cock into Terry's mouth -- effectively concealing his moans and whimpers. He began to ride Terry's face. Slowly, with relish. While Terry's tongue lashed the head and shaft of James' cock, he reached into his briefcase again and pulled out a string of beads. While Terry could not see his motions, he carefully lubricated them, and held them out of sight. He moved away from Terry's face, wadding up his shirt again and stuffing it into his mouth. Terry looked at him -- questioningly -- as he moved down his body, his auburn hair brushing his chest. He felt James' fingers, then his lips brush the head of his penis. He went rigid, then began to twitch, trying futilely to bring on his orgasm. It was an attempt destined to fail. "Ah - ah - ah," James said, quickly grasping the root of his shaft in a grip designed to slow orgasm, "you can't do that TOO soon, now, can you?" Terry shook his head in impotent denial, whimpering through his gag. James leaned down, gently running his tongue over Terry's testicles -- the fine, leathery/satin of the skin pulling up tight as his saliva bathed them. The wiry-fine hairs coiling and stretching with the motions of the muscles underneath the sack. He reached out with one well-lubricated finger, inserting it into the tight, hot ring of Terry's anus. Terry's back arched as he began his orgasm. James reached up, clenching his penis barely in time to stem the flow. "You bad boy," he said, smiling. "Now I'm going to have to take more drastic measures." Reaching once more into his briefcase, still careful to hold the beads out of sight, he pulled out a cock-cage with a pressure ring. Once on, Terry would feel both the pressures of cage and impending orgasm, but he would not be able to complete the orgasm. He was helpless -- at James' mercy. James smiled as he fastened it on Terry, one-handed. He moaned, shaking his head rapidly. "Not tight enough?," James asked solicitously, pretending to misunderstand the head-shaking that was increasing in speed. He cinched the straps tighter, giving a wet, purple sheen to the crown of Terry's shaft. Terry screamed into the makeshift gag as the tell-tale bobbing of his shaft indicated he was TRYING to cum, but the cage wouldn't let him. The pleasure/pain was nearly making him weep. James reached down again, ensuring Terry's readiness with his finger, before sliding the six-foot-long silk strand with the beads into his tight, hot ass. Terry's muffled scream echoed in the small room as he began to try to shoot again; but as before, his aim was thwarted, and he was even more frustrated. James lowered himself slowly onto Terry's shaft, feeling the swelling stretching him, scraping the walls of his ass as he clung to Terry's bucking, rolling chest. Terry's legs thrashed, one breaking free of the silk tie James had used to hold it to the oak desk. James reached down, playing with the base of Terry's cock and his tight, swollen balls as he came, splashing his seed all over Terry's chest and neck. Finally, as Terry's voice became hoarse through the shirt, James released the bindings around his cock at the same time he began pulling the beads out of Terry's ass. Terry stilled for a moment, then began flailing with renewed vigor as his pent-up orgasms were finally released. Wave after wave of cum sped into Jame's waiting ass, bathing the walls, flowing back down around Terry's still-swollen shaft to puddle in his groin. Jets of semen smashed into James, pushing him to another orgasm, adding to the puddled come on Terry's body and desk. They lay sated. James leaned down, and removed the shirt from Terry's mouth. They kissed, long and deep, their tongues twining around one another's. James bent, slowly, to untie Terry's hands, feeling Terry's turgid meat slipping out of his abused ass - a soft *thunk* as the cock-cage hit the carpeted floor. When Terry began to sit up, James took his still-tender, swollen penis in his hands. Terry gasped, his hands going to James' shoulders. James smiled. Opening his mouth, he licked his lips and began to swallow Terry, pulling away only long enough to ask, "so, sir. Do I get the raise?"

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From: slick@ican.net (Slick) Subject: Dark Mark (m/m, ws, feet) Date: Fri, 13 Jun 1997 05:59:16 GMT WARNING: THE FOLLOWING IS A SEXUALLY EXPLICIT FICTIONAL STORY. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, OR IF YOU ARE NOT INTERESTED IN READING ABOUT SEXUALLY EXPLICIT SITUATIONS AND ACTIVITIES. DARK MARK (m/m, ws, feet) Mark was very eager to return to school. "Today is the day", he said to himself as he walked into the bathroom and begin his daily 3 S - shit, shower, and shave. He looked in the full length mirror and put his hands on his hips and said, "its not as good as it use to be". Mark was average height, average looks, and trim. But he was finally admitting that he no longer could maintain his 28 inch waist any longer without formal exercise. He drained the 'dragon' then drifted back to when he was 22: "Hey Lee hurry up !! " "Shit, I don't have all day to wait for you to make a phone call". "C'mon already!" Mark hopped down the three flights of stairs like a gazelle, charged for a weekend in the city. And he wasn't gonna let anything stop him from getting to the city before dark. Lee yelled out the window, "Hey wait". Lee came out of the building walking with his jock strut. As he did so many occasions after winning a game. Mark thought to himself, the theory of evolution was wrong, it was football players then man. Lee put his bags in the car and got in slammed the door. Mark was obviously anxious to get going and bothered about the delay that Lee seemed not to care one 'Iota' about. Lee nonchalantly put a cassette in and sang along, "I want my, I want my MTV". You gonna get laid this weekend uh Mark, Lee said. Mark looked at Lee and said does everything have to revolve around sex? Mark once again skillfully diffused anther 'let's choose a sexuality' session. Thus far, he had been able to fulfill the role of the typical American male. He participated in all of the heterosexual activities skillfully. Especially the 'Wop a Toolie' parties his other two roommates often threw. Boy, they would get shit-faced and keep drinking until the garbage can was empty and pass out in the stall, kneeling before the porcelain god. The city was alive tonight and Mark felt the rush that he always got when he was really gonna party. He kicked his leather mocks off and tossed his bag on the bed, turned on the local station and all of the latest tunes were blaring. He nearly finished off half of the gallon of rhine and had at least 10 good peppermint schnapps shots, before jumping in the shower. The telephone rang on cue. But, Mark knew it was his mature male friend. Mark didn't want to answer the phone, because he wanted to get wild that night. Although dinner at their favorite Italian restaurant and snuggling up on the floor in front of the tele was nice and pleasurable; it was not the kind of fun he wanted tonight. As Mark dried off, his cock began to point ten inches North just from the rush of being in the city and needing to partake in the forbidden pleasures. He dressed his body with his favorite cologne from head to toe. Next he put on his favorite, a silver cock ring. It wasn't easy getting his balls in there but the pain was pleasure. Because it made his cock ache and stay hard all night. He put on his leather spiked jock. He looked in the mirror and began to tremble from the thoughts of his plans for the night. He reached in his leather jock and pulled his cock up straight, because it was aching fucking hard as a rock. He was buzzed at this time and knew if he started to rub it he'd fucking come with two shakes at the nob. To get his mind off his hard-on he went to the kitchen and drank a cup of cooking oil. This slowed him down, ugg. But he knew he would drink alot tonight, and he didn't want to pass out. Mark put on his tight fitting black shorts, his black boots without socks, and cut off-tight fitting net shirt. Mark was not a god, but he had a 28 inch waist, broad shoulders, tight ass, long muscular legs, and a big fucking package which he lasciviously flaunted. With a hop skip and jump, Mark was on his way to Belmont street. He immediately saw all the delicious entrees of urban punks, leather men, and techno-fucks. As Mark entered the club he flirted with the man at the door that knew him. Mark pretended he couldn't here what the guy was saying, so he grab his waist with one hand locked his legs on the guys legs and talked in his ear. The guy was saying, "I haven't seen you in awhile, where you been". Mark was skilled at being completely sexual when he's horny. He whispered in the guys ear, which caught him by surprise, "meet me in the bathroom I want some piss". This guy was about 6.3 dark hair with green eyes, dressed in a black leather vest and a black shirt with tight blue jeans and knee length black boots. This gave him a raging fucking hard-on and he put his hands down the front of his jeans and played in his crotch as he held Mark close with the other. Then he pulled his hand out and put his fingers under Marks nose, and said you like those fucking aromas don't you". Mark licked the guys fingers. Crowd was coming in, so Mark immediately started dancing and one his club coolies came over and said, Hi honey, you straight. Then went to the bar and Mark order two Jack Daniels and the two went to the dark corner of the bar and Neil pulled out a small tube and they each took two hits. The rush was immediate and they both said, Crystal is gonna have some fun tonight. Neil was a hot urban boogie, dressed in his army surplus garb and combat boots. He had dirty blond hair and a goatee, 5.10 and slim with a big uncut man meat. Mark always was pleased to see Neil, because often had tons of fun dancing and partying. It was now starting to take full affect and Neil a very dominant male, pulled Mark close and stuck his tongue down Marks throat and force Marks head to his underarms. Neil always carried a very a spicy male body odor. Soon they were off to the bathroom, and had two more hits and Neil pulled his baggy pants down and grabbed Mark chinned and gave him a very wet and sloppy kiss on the mouth and chin and said, put your tongue up this funky box baby. Mark was already licking and inhaling the sweet funky aroma of Neil ass and grabbed Neil's hips and licked his hole and balls hungrily. Neil stuck his hairy-blond ass out and pressed his head against the wall. Lick my shit hole bitch, put your fucking tongue in there. Neil was rocking his hips back and forth and Mark held on tight. Neil's uncut cock was a raging 12 inches at and angle. Neil moaned, yeah lick it bitch, suck it, fucking suck this ass boy. Mark was intoxicated from the ass aroma. Foot steps were heard coming in and someone was trying to open the door, Neil yelled, "what the fuck man". Mark recognized the boots and open the door. It was Sean, the guy from the front door. Neil was okay now and said, "don't stop, lick it freak, yeah lick my box bitch!!" He was ready to put on a show. Sean kneeled down and stuck his tongue in Mark's ear, which drove him ape shit. Mark reach for Sean's crotch. Sean stood up and said, yeah you freak lick that ass boy, while undoing his black leather belt. Sean stuck his hand in his ass and put his ass aroma fingers in Mark's mouth. Neil was going crazy, then he quickly turned around and grabbed his big monster of a cock and pulled back his cheesy precum dripping foreskin and forced his cock in Mark's mouth and filled his throat with a gallon of hot piss, and said drink my fucking piss freak. He pulled it out just enough to see the wide stream of hot yellow piss fill Mark's hungry mouth. Mark was a skilled piss drinker, and let it flow down his gut without gagging. This gave Mark a fucking rush. Mark let his mouth fill with Neil warm piss and held it there while he gave Neil the greatest fucking head. Neil couldn't believe how good it felt to have his cock in a hot mouth full of hot piss. He soon got into the rhythm and grabbed Mark's head with both hands and rocked back and forth until he shot wads and wads of his spunk in Mark's mouth and face. Neil's continued to fire all over Mark's face eyes, ear, chin. Neil kneeled down and began licking each and every glob of his spunk off of Mark's face, and stuck his tongue down his throat, moaning and slurping. Then all of a sudden Sean said evenly, get out punk and forced Neil out of the stall with his pants down around his ankles. Neil didn't protest, because he knew that Mark was gonna be used royally by this notorious, unapproachable top. And got horny thinking about. Sean picked Mark up and gave him deep kisses and held him close very affectionately. And Mark wrapped both arms around Sean's waist and wrapped both legs tightly around Sean's leg. You wanna have some fun baby, yeah, and play some games. Sean took out a vile and took two big hits and gave Marks two big hits too. What is it Marks asked after the fact. Sean, " said you're going to China tonight" Just relax, yeah baby, we gonna have some fun tonight. Mark with an unsteady gait, stared into Sean's green eyes". And he said, can I be your slave master? Sean pulled Mark closer and gave him a kiss on both eyelids and neck. Then pulled Mark's tight black shorts off and to his surprise and delight he saw that spiked leather jock. He took off Mark's shirt and told him to sit on the toilet. Mark did and Sean open the stall door and left with Mark's pants and shirt. Mark sat there on the stool, legs spread and starting to feel really mellow and freaky. The door opened and a tall blond man with tight blue jeans and white shirt that showed off his brick house chest and arm, walked into the stall where Mark was. This guy was a total god. Beautiful from head to toe. Mark loved blonds, but this man looked too clean cut for Mark. Mark sat on the toilet moving his leg in out lasciviously. And the guy said in low tone, Do you mind if I use the toilet. Real polite. Mark said nothing. The man wanted to make small talk: "what time did you get here, did you come alone, etc." Mark just sat there still looking and feeling very mellow. That's a nice outfit. Mark looked at the guy and said, "Do you really, and giggled". The guy leaned against the wall and showed no expression or reaction to Mark's sarcasm. He continued to talk and left the door open. Then he began undoing his shoe string of his black shoes, and took off one off put if under Mark's nose and Mark inhaled deeply and began to play with his hard cock. The guy had a size 12 or 13 foot and he wore no socks. The shoe was surprisingly funky the way Mark liked it. He was surprised at this clean cut guy. Then the guy waited until some guys came in the toilet and he put his funky 13-inch in Mark's face and said yeah smell it, you like that foot odor. He obviously wanted people to watch and Mark wanted it too. The guy said let me sit there for a while and he took off his other shoe and it to Mark to smell. And he told Mark to lay down. And Mark laid down with his legs into the adjacent stall. And the guy rubbed his feet over Mark's entire face and chest and down to his jock. They soon had an audience and the guy took his pants and shirt off and he sported a cock ring around his fat cock and humongous balls. His cock was now over Mark's face and while everyone watched, he pissed all over Mark's face chest and crotch. Mark swallowed some and held his tongue out and lapped it up. This stopped the flow, and but his foot in Mark's mouth. Mark grabbed it with both hands and he was in heaven. The guys watching started jacking off and one guy in the adjacent stall shot his load all on Mark's leg. Then Sean returned to the stall. Although he was in the bathroom the whole time. He walked in and told the guy, get the fuck out prick. He left with no problem. Sean enjoyed having them please him then and throwing them out. Sean told Mark to get dressed and sit on the stool. Sean took out his fat, wide hunk of meat, and with one foot between Mark's legs stood up on the toilet in front of Mark and gave him a long golden shower, from head to toe. The piss filled Mark's leather jock, and he put his hand in there and you could hear the quish quish as he played with his cock. Sean said no, you're gonna save it. Sean got down and put his meat back into his pants and stood in front of Mark between his legs. Mark rapped his arms around Seans legs and buried his face in Sean's crotch. Sean started to piss right in his pants. And Mark held him close and started sucking the piss through Sean's jeans. There was more in stored for Mark that night. Mark and Sean wanted to get wild after those little foreplay episodes. Mark set-up his PC and stereo, put his things away and just then his roommate walked in. They chatted briefly and Mark began to read his daily scripture. Then he looked over his class schedule. John, came in and out daily. They chatted briefly every once in a while. Mark continued to remind himself, its strictly business here and to keep a focus on his studies. Mark was working on his computer one day and John came in and took off his shoes and the aroma filled the room. Mark refused to look or even acknowledge John. John made small talk and noticed that Mark wouldn't look his way. That night Mark fantasized about John and became very frustrated. He did not want to make any advances at this straight man. He wanted John and the aroma from his shoes became increasingly intoxicating to Mark. Mark was studying and in walked John. They said hello and made eye contact and some small talk. How was your day John asked. Before Mark answered John took off his sneakers and laid on the desk in front of Mark. Mark immediately buried his nose and face in the shoe. John now knew that this was the clear for more things to come. John hopped up Mark's desk in front of him and took his cock out and said, drink my piss. Mark open his mouth while sitting and swallowed every drop. Then John ordered Mark to smell and lick his feet clean, and then give a foot massage. You're gonna drink my piss everyday and lick clean my feet daily too. Mark couldn't believe what he was hearing. Mark responded, "your mother called today." He buried his head back into his books and hoped his fantasy about John wasn't written all over his face. DARK MARK Part 2 (m/m, ws, feet) Mark and John awakened the next morning and for the first time watched television together. Something educational: ;-). As Tom screamed after getting wacked by the bull-dog, with a good piece of hickory; Mark thought, Tom is so hot. He knew he have fun with him if Sean wanted him too. Mark and Sean went club-hopping. And the first stop would be Hardware, a club for leather men and slave auctions. It was a warm night and Sean's and Mark's cloth were still damp when they walked in. They went to the bar and ordered a pitcher of beer and 4 JD shots. The urban dance anthem was playing: "Oh work the man pussy". The club pretty crowded with entree after entree of man fuck. After Sean put Crystal away, they began to feel a giant rush. Sean and Mark ordered two straws and at they counted out loud, one, tchoo, twee. The drank the picture of beer down quickly. Sean went in the back office of the club and returned with a present for Mark. A dog collar. Mark got a raging hard-on when saw the present his master had brought him. Sean ordered Mark to get on his knees right there by the dance floor and he ceremoniously placed the collar around Mark's next. Then he pulled Mark up by the leash and kissed him deeply, to let everyone know that this slave was his and only his. Mark didn't know yet, but Sean was very possessive and didn't take to kindly to sharing his new prop with other tops. Sean and Mark danced wildly as the club latest anthem played. They were now hot and sweaty. They decided to take a rest and ordered another pitcher of beer. Sean had another surprise for Mark. Sean took out a knife and cut a hole in the back of Mark's tight black short in an even down cut. Then Sean stood behind Mark embracing him with his arms affectionately. He began to lick Mark's ear and next, and whispered in his ear: "how do you feel baby." This turned Mark on and he got a big fucking hard-on. The club was now shoulder to shoulder, and Sean continued to lick Mark all over. He whispered in his ear: "ummh, yeah baby you're so fucking hot, look at the fucker over there staring at you and rubbing his fuck meat. Sean was now ready to get wild, and Mark could feel Sean's big meat swelling stiff. Sean had a full bladder now and he needed to take a piss. "Ummh yeah baby, you feel good". Sean began to piss in his jeans and his cock was wet. He then took out his wet pissy cock and slowly inserted it into the hole in Marks shorts, and stuck it up his ass. Mark eyes bucked and he took a deep breathe to clear the sudden pain. And then the pain was replaced with warmth. Sean filled Mark's ass with his hot piss. It must have gone on for at least 2-3 minutes. Sean was enjoying the men watching. And he gave them more play. So he pulled his cock half way out and so everyone could see this intimate connection with Mark. Sean then put his hands cupped behind his head, with shoulders out and began moving his hips back and forth as he filled Mark's ass with his hot piss. Sean, began to asked Mark loudly, you like how this piss feel, don't you freak, uuh. Then he grabbed Mark's leash and pulled it like the reins of a horse. Everyone near them were now more turned on after knowing that Sean wasn't just fucking Mark's ass, but that he was filling his ass with gallons of hot beer piss. Mark had to go real bad cause his bladder was now full. Pulling Mark's leash, Sean led Mark to the toilet. And several men followed. Sean took Mark's shorts, shirt, and jock off exposing his tight ass and bulging cock and cock ring. Mark was ready for his show. As the hungry fucks looked on. Mark stood up on the toilet facing the wall and then squatted and began pissing a hot stream of beer and Neil piss. Sean cupped his hands underneath Mark's piss stream and brought his piss filled hands to his mouth and drank it like it was a quencher on a hot summer day from the pond. Then this almost 7 foot top walked in the stall after Sean's okay, and pulled out a monster of a cock. His cock was huge - 12 or 13 inches and curved like an upsidedown ) smile, and uncut. He poked his flag pole at Mark hole. Then he cupped his hand under Mark's piss stream and wet his dick with the juice. Sean ordered Mark to hold the rest until he said go. Then Sean inserted two fingers in Mark's asshole and said, yeah that your master's piss in that hole. As soon as he removed his fingers, Mark's ass began to push out the ruddy colored stream of his master's piss. Then Sean order him to finish pissing. Now both of Mark's holes were letting out streams of vintage piss. The guy with the humongous cock held his cock under Mark's ass stream of piss and kneeled down and began to lap it up like a dog drinking water from a water hose. When Mark was done, and now the three of them had a bigger audience. No one else stepped in, they knew Sean had to give the okay. Mark began to realize that Sean seemed to be well respected in this underground world. Sean then ordered Mark to get off the toilet. Then the other guy stood on the toilet. He head almost seemed to touch the fucking ceiling he was so fucking tall. He had dark hair and Italian features like Sean. Sean ordered Mark to suck the guy's big fucking firehose. Mark starred at its length, grabbed it with two hand several inches apart and chewed and tongue fucked his cheesy flesh at the end. Then he pulled the flesh back and out popped an arrow shaped, blood filled nob. Mark wasted no time and he began sucking like a hungry animal. Sean yelled and slapped Mark on his ass, you like that fucking cock don't you fucking cock whore, suck that fucking dick, suck it bitch. Yeah!! Mark gobbled and gagged because this man's cock was huge. Sean could see the guy ball rearing to shoot his man goo in Mark's hungry mouth, and ordered the man to stop, "Stop you stupid motherfucker, shoot it in his face. And he did. His man goo covered Mark's entire face. Mark's face looked like it he just applied cold cream to it. When the guys cock was finished shooting, he grabbed his fucking meat and slapped Mark's face back in forth with it, "how do you like that you cock hungry slave boy?" Mark started jacking his cock wildly like pee wee herman. Sean was not pleased. So he took his boot off quickly and slapped Mark on the back of his head, back, and ass several times, "Did I tell you to play with your dick, fuck no I didn't did I. Now you need to be punished." They now wanted to use and humiliate Mark. Sean grabbed Mark's leash from behind and pulled him to him, Mark lost his balance and fell into the wall. Sean threw Mark to the floor and took his foot and stuck it in the nasty toilet filled with piss and forced his foot in Mark's mouth. Lick between my toes bitch, swallow my foot, freak. Then kicking Mark in the balls and yelling, you want to play with your cock yeah, motherfucker. Mark was enjoying every moment and he raised his legs up in the air while laying on his back and pressed them on the wall and gyrated his hips like a lewd urban fuck toy. The other guy now followed suit and rammed his foot into Mark's face and mouth. Now Mark had two big funky mens feet in his mouth. Mark was so fucking turned on and freaky, he reached for his cock again to jack it off. And Sean pulled Mark off the floor by his ears and rammed him against the wall, and grabbed his hand behind his back and handcuffed him. Mark thought to himself, ummh, I like surprises. Sean then threw Mark back to the floor and returned his foot to Mark's mouth after dipping it in the toilet again. Then all of a sudden the guy started pissing all over Mark face, crotch, everthing. Sean ordered Mark, swallow it freak, swalllow it. The guy filled Mark mouth with hot thick yellow piss. It was so much, it began to run out both sides of Mark's mouth, and around his next. Sean rammed his foot further into Mark's piss filled mouth. And sheepishly said, yeah its so warm in there. Then Sean joined the other guy and pissed all over Mark's face and crotch, everywhere. Then Sean leaned down and with a joint filled with Ms China Cystal and made him inhale deeply. Sean also did the same and passed it to the other guy. Mark now floated beyond ecstacy and the room seamed to float in warm waves. Mark was pulled off the floor by his leash,and Sean pushed Mark's head into the toilet, and pissed on his head and invited a hot blond and Latin guy in to empty their piss rods on Mark. Sean threw Mark to the floor again, and now Mark was being pissed on the four hot urban man fucks. Mark began to lap up the piss, all the while smiling lasciviously. Sean took his piss-stained pants off and squatted over Mark's face and said, lick your master's hole freak, lick it, lick it motherfucker, stick your tongue in there, chew it mother uhhh mother uhhhhh fucking hot fuck, yeah boy. While Sean grinded his ass over Mark's nose and face, he motioned the other pissers to piss on his crotch and cock and ass. The piss dripped on Mark's chest and neck. Soon Mark was laying in a pool of hot funky urban piss. Then Sean turned around and rammed his cock down Mark's throat and pissed down his throat, swallow it bitch, swallow it, and smacked his face left and right. Sean looked like a filthy assed yard dog humping the neighborhood dog whore, pumping and flexing his tight Italian ass muscles. It was too much piss and Mark gagged and forced the hot piss out his mouth. Sean then quickly leaned down and stuck his tongue down Mark's throat and lapped up the piss. Sean was wild now. The others began to jack off simultaneously on Mark and Sean. Mark started pissing and Sean gobbled Mark's cock to the end and caught all the piss. When his mouth filled, he spit it all over Mark. When Mark was done pissing, Sean grabbed Mark up by the leash and force him to lay face down in the lake of piss. Then Sean rammed his throbbing cock up Mark's ass, and motioned three men to come in. And they began pissing on Sean's ass as he fucked the shit out of Mark's asshole. Sean took the handcuff off and ordered Mark to hold his arm out and pressed his face to the piss filled floor, lick it up you fucking piss bitch. Sean was fucking Mark's ass like a wild animal. Piss was flowing down Sean's ass to Mark's ass, down Sean's back, on the back of Mark's head. Sean rammed his cock all the way in Mark's ass and his balls made a squishing sound as he arched his back pumped his cock three last long strokes and shot his load up Mark's ass. Mark didn't even need to jack his cock now because he came underneath his belly into a lake of piss. "Got a wad for you baby" Mark moaned, "ooh ooo, aaah,thank you mastaaaaaa, oh shittttttt, goddammmm, oh fuck. Before Sean pulled out he loaded Mark's ass with another gallon of piss. They both were now spent, lying face down in a lake of piss. Sean wasn't finished, so he scooted down to Mark's ass and began licking his goo and cum piss out of Mark's ass. He pulled Mark up, and told him to stand up and bend over. Sean sat ass to the floor and back against the toilet and sucked, slurrp, slurrp all of the fuck juice, while jacking Mark's rockhard cock off. Sean knew Mark came while he was on the floor and he wanted to punish his meat and make him shoot again. And he did all over Sean's feet. Sean raised his leg up, all the while slurping and sucking the cum piss out of Mark's ass, and said lick it off bitch!, who told you to come on my feet. Slapping Mark's ass hard, clean it, lick it bitch, suck between my toes, yeah that's it. Mark cleaned his masters toes skillfully. Mark was in heaven. Sean finished licking Mark's ass and stood up and grabbed his boot and motioned a guy over and ordered him to piss in his boot while he sat on the toilet, legs apart with Mark between his legs. Mark rested his head on his master's crotch and rubbed his master's washboard stomach and chest tenderly. Sean rubbed his slaves head, yeah baby, you are so hot, so hot baby. Yeah boy, so fucking hot baby. When the boot was filled with piss, he stood up and ordered Mark to sit on the toilet and lay back. Sean put on foot on Mark's leg and poured the piss out of the boot down Mark's chest. Sean lit the joint again and passed it to Mark. Then he told Mark to lean his head back and open his mouth. He skillfully decanted the piss into Mark's mouth, and ordered him to spit it out. A really cute skinny blonde guy came in with his cock in his hand and Sean slapped him against the wall making him bump his head, and told him, get the fuck out you prick! Mark stood up and they embraced each other lovingly and kissed. They dressed and washed their faces in the sink, rinsed their mouth out with soap and returned to the dance floor. Sean pulling Mark by his leash and walking like Tony Montana from Scarface. Mark was proud also, he knew he had the most sought after top inthe underground. They got another pitcher of beer, 3 shots of JD, downed it and went to the dance floor and danced erotically. As John and Mark watched Tom and Jerry, John said Mark let's do something. With a smile, Mark said, what :-). Get on your knees and drink my piss and clean my funky feet you freak, yeah that's it. I'm going to make you an obedient slave this semester, oooh yeah, drink it all. Mark looked into John's eyes and said, "ooohyes!" John looked at Mark and thought to himself, he sounded fucking horny, I just asked him if he wanted to go out and get a pizza and grape sodas later, ummm". He scratched his goatee. Mark realized he was off again and looked worried, and thought, I never thought that Tom and Jerry could be such a turn on", and chuckled under his breath. He knew that sitting anywhere near John got him bothered because he wanted him badly but didn't want to jeapordize their relationship or create tension in their living quarters. Mark grabbed a pillow because he had a big erection growing. So he hugged the pillow as if it were Sean. John was beginning to wonder about Mark. But he was not sure, not wanting to let on that he was fucking horny. And bringing up the sex subject was not a good idea. Mark wondered if John was straight. He seemed like it, right. "Ummh?" End of Part 2

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The following is a work of fiction and the standard caveats apply. If you are 18 or younger, please do not read this. If you are disturbed by men making love with men, consensually, or, in this case, consensually but nonconsensually, please do not read this. If you like to read about men making love with men but you think that binding and gagging your partner cannot be an act of love, please do not read this. If you do like bondage made with love, then welcome and please read on. A WOLF IN CHIC CLOTHING by Henry Pouchett I first saw him at a crowded party. I was there really just because I lived in the building and the host was an acquaintance of mine from passing in the lobby and exchanging pleasantries. I caught sight of a man across the room just as he was reaching into the back pocket of his trousers, and I watched intently as he pulled out a big, white pocket handkerchief and used the thick pad of soft cloth to pat his moustache dry from his drink. As I watched him do this, growing instantly excited by his action, I took in that he was a dapper fellow who appeared to be in his late fifties. Stocky, fit-looking, he had a well-shaped, bald head, bright, intelligent eyes under heavy white eyebrows, a thick white moustache and goatee, and bony, long-fingered hands. He was dressed in gray dockers and a navy plaid shirt under a gray tweed sportscoat. A silk handkerchief of navy and maroon paisley spilled out of his chest pocket in a lolling puff. He let his gaze travel around the room, and I waited until his eyes met mine. He studied me for a moment and then dropped his eyes to his drink. The fellow looked up once more before I could wind my way through the crowded room to his side, and I saw that he recognized my intention. When I came up beside him, he brought his gaze to meet mine. At a couple of inches over six feet and one-ninety, I seemed to myself burly and almost over-sized next to him, but the wide smile he gave me seemed to say that he liked what he saw. I'm told that I'm easy enough on the eyes. At forty-five, I keep myself in shape with regular workouts at the gym, and I've been lucky to keep my hair, still thick and wavy although now heavily shot with gray. I confess to dying my thick moustache to match my still reddish brown eyebrows. My eyes are blue, very blue and almost intimidatingly intense, I'm told. Anyway, as I looked down at this man, I had a difficult time thinking clearly. Insistent images of suddenly seizing him, binding his hands behind his back and stuffing that big white handkerchief of his into his mouth as a gag kept distracting me. "Hi," he said in a deep voice, raised a little to carry through the noise of talk and music thumping around us. "Hi, yourself, dandyman," I said in a drawl meant to be heard as put on. He smiled shyly. "I saw you across the room," I went on in my normal tone, persuasively mellow and deep--my "radio-announcer voice", as my friends say--"and I wanted to come over here and meet you." I was being very direct, I knew, but something about the shyness of his smile coupled with the way he had turned his back to the room to fully face me and me alone told me that here was something I had better not chance missing. He nodded. "I saw you looking." He chuckled. "Actually, I saw you when you first came in and greeted Jack (Jack was my acquaintance and our host) and I thought, Gee, he looks nice." I smiled, flattered, if skeptical. "But I'm not nice, you know." I said. "I'm a mean hombre who kidnaps sexy guys like you and carries them off to take advantage of them in his private hideaway." He looked up at me. I was telling him a half-truth, of course. I'm not a mean hombre, I'm actually a very nice fellow and a gentle lover, but I do like mock kidnapping and mock raping my partners. I saw that he wasn't sure how serious I was. He ran the tip of his tongue across his upper lip nervously, and then jerked out, "Well, I wish you would." Immediately he dropped his eyes, and then he once more reached into his back pocket and took out his handkerchief. Absently, he patted his moustache while I watched and tried to control the surge of excitement that thick pad of clean white cloth raised within me. "Just like that?" I managed to ask. His gaze flicked up to mine, flicked away, and then came back to hold mine steadily. He drew a deep breath. "Yeah. Just like that." I reached and took his drink from his hand and then put both our drinks down on the bookcase behind me. With one hand firmly gripping his arm, I began to steer him toward the front hall of the apartment. He moved with me unresistingly, and in a moment, we were standing in the corridor outside Jack's front door. We stared at each other. After a moment, I spoke. "Still game?" He nodded. Nodding in return, I lead the way to the elevator, and once we were aboard, pressed the button for the top floor. He looked at me questioningly, and I grinned at him. "That's how I know Jack. I live in the building." The elevator stopped and we stepped out into the corridor. I lead the way, and then, having unlocked and opened the door to my flat, gestured him inside before me. As soon as we were in my front hall, dimly lit by the lamp I had left turned on in the living room, I took him into my arms from behind, clasping him close against my chest with my left arm while with my right hand I covered his mouth, feeling the thick moustache and goatee tickle my palm. "Mmmph!" He was startled, but he didn't resist me. After the first second of surprise, he leaned back into my embrace, his eyes closing. A deep sigh escaped him, the warmth of it blowing over my hand. I bent close to bring my lips to his ear. "My hideaway," I said softly. "Where I take sexy guys like you, and tie them up, and do terrible things to them." My words might have seemed frightening, but my voice was low and gentle. I was almost crooning into his ear. The scent of him--clean, soap and water smells, and crisp, freshly laundered clothing smells, and woolen tweed smells--filled my nostrils, and I looked down over his shoulder to where that big paisley silk handkerchief lolled on his chest. "Mmmmph! Mugulummmph!" He mumbled against my muffling hand, and he twisted slightly within my encircling arm, but he made no real effort to free himself. Still holding him clasped to me, still with my hand closed tightly over his mouth, I began to force him slowly down to the floor. He buckled against me, and, with me half-supporting his weight, he let me ease him down until he lay on his side on the thick carpet. I lay behind him, still holding him close, still gagging his mouth with my hand. For several moments we rested there. My cock by now was rigid, pressing up and forward inside my briefs, struggling to stand free. After a moment, I eased myself up to lean over my companion from behind, my hand still over his mouth but my other arm now supporting my weight on the far side of him. His eyes were open and he looked up at me. "I'm going to gag you now," I said quietly. He stared back at me for a moment and then he nodded. I reached behind and under him, and I forced my hand into his trousers pocket, dragging out his big handkerchief. Working a little awkwardly with my one hand, my other still closed firmly over his mouth, I shook open the handkerchief and spread it on his chest. It was, as I had thought, quite clean and also quite large, a good two feet square, but still not enough by itself for my intentions. Smiling down at my companion, I reached up to open the top drawer of the little oak chest that stood in the hall, and I pulled out several large gray bandannas. All the while, he watched me. He lay quietly on the floor, his arms at his sides, unstirring except for his eyes as his gaze followed my movements. Taking up one of the bandannas, I shook it open and laid it out on his handkerchief, and then I gathered the double layer of cloth in upon itself, forming it into a thick, soft wad the size of my fist. I took up that big wad and bent closely over the man beside me. "I'm going to stuff your mouth with this ball of handkerchiefs now. I like to stuff my partner's mouth up nice and full, so you just be a good boy and open wide." I took my hand from his mouth and brought the huge wad of soft cloth to his lips. "Please," he said softly, "kiss me". I smiled down at him. Moving the hand holding the big gag aside, I slowly lowered my face to his. First brushing his lips lightly with my own, then pressing my mouth close over his, I finally kissed him long and deep, sucking his breath into my throat and bruising his lips with mine. Slowly then I pulled away and reached up with my free hand to cup the back of his head while I brought the huge wad of the gag to his lips once more. Obediently, then, he opened his mouth wide, and I thrust that huge and smothering ball of soft cloth deep between his jaws, forcing him to take it all in and stuffing his mouth from back in his throat to his lips. "Mummph! Mummmmphumph!" The sounds he made, slightly turning his head from side to side, were much more muffled now, guttural, far back in his throat, choked back by that huge gag. My cock went more rigid so abruptly in response to his muffled cries that it pushed above my briefs and pressed hard against the lap of my trousers. A small spot of precum spread in the fabric. I swallowed and fought hard to overcome the urge to seize the man beside me in my arms and bring myself off against him immediately. I wanted to take this slowly, and, after a moment, I had calmed myself enough to go on. Taking up another of the bandannas, I shook it open and then folded it on the diagonal, folding it again and then again to make a wide bandage. My companion still watched me, his dark eyes intent, their gaze moving from my hands to my face and back. Bending over him, I bound the bandanna over his mouth, pressing the thick middle of the band between his jaws and over the huge wad of cloth stuffing his mouth and wrapping the long ends around his head to cross them behind his skull and pull them into as brutally tight a knot as I could manage. My pulling the bandanna so tight forced the gag even more deeply into his mouth, and he mumbled half-protestingly, but I ignored his moans and finished off the knot tight and hard. "Mummmgulump. Mummmmph." Gently I stroked the side of his head with one hand, gazing down into his eyes with a half smile on my lips. "Shuts you up, doesn't it, sexy man?" I murmured to him. My face was inches from his, my eyes looking directly into his. I could feel his breath on my lashes and moustache as it flowed deeply through his nostrils "Gags you, my handsome dandy, gags you very well, doesn't it, that nice big wad of your handkerchief and mine?' "Umm hummph." His agreement was a much muffled mumbling into the gag. "But I'm not quite finished," I said softly. He looked up at me, clearly puzzled. Did I mean not finished with his gag? But he already had a huge wad of handkerchiefs in his mouth half choking him. How could he be more gagged then he was? I patted his bandanna-swathed cheek gently. Taking up another of the bandannas, I shook it open and laid it out on the floor. Then taking a second and, only unfolding it enough that it formed a several-layered and rectangular pad, I laid it in the middle of the first. Then I folded the first into a broad bandage on the diagonal, enclosing the second bandanna to make the middle of the bandage thick with its own folds and the second bandanna within. Finally, I took up yet a third bandanna, and this I shook open and gathered into a puffy wad, smaller than the one that already filled my companion's mouth but big enough, nonetheless. Bending over my partner, I stuffed the soft wad of the third bandanna between his lips and in front of the bandage pressing his gag back into his throat. Holding it in place with one hand, my companion watching all the while and now beginning to understand, I took up the folded bandage that I had just fashioned and pressed its thickened middle over his mouth, bringing the ends around his head as I had done with those of the first bandage and likewise tying them behind his skull in a brutally tight knot that rested below the first. He was now doubly gagged, the bigger wad of his handkerchief and my bandanna filling his mouth and bound in place with a single bandanna, and the further stuffing of the wad of one bandanna bound in front of the first with the bandage of two bandannas. That second bandage was wide enough to completely cover his crammed full mouth, forming a smooth seal of black and white patterned gray cloth in a swath around his head that covered his cheeks and reached from his nostrils to his bearded chin. "Now I'm finished with the gag," I said, looking into my companion's eyes. "Mmmmm. Mmmmmmmm." His mumblings were completely inarticulate now, choked and smothered by the wads of cloth stuffing his mouth and sealed in by the layers of bandannas bound round his head. "Mmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmp." I smiled at him. Gently now, and slowly, I began to caress him. I ran my hands softly over his hard, clean skull, down his lean throat, up again over the thick binding of cloth that sealed his mouth, down his throat once more to his chest. Settling myself beside him, pressing my body close to his, I curled his head and shoulders into my chest. With my free hand, I continued to caress him, running my fingers now lightly, now more firmly over his face, and then under his coat and over his chest. I could feel his torso beneath the crisply ironed cloth of his shirt, his muscles firm but yielding, his ribs at the base of his chest cage hard and rigid. His breath, whispering through his nostrils, came deep but a little hurried. Playfully, I pinched one nipple through his shirt and singlet gently, just nipping it with the tips of my fingernails. He moaned into the huge gag and shifted helplessly in my embrace. "Mmmmmmmmmm. Mumummmmmmm." I withdrew my hand from inside his coat and reached to toy delicately with the handkerchief he wore in his chest pocket. The silk was cool to the touch, heavy, almost liquid, a richly patterned lobe of dense cloth, the complicated pattern of navy and maroon paisley made the more complicated by the folds of its arrangement in his pocket. As I played with that soft puff, I turned my gaze from it to my companion's answering gaze. My cock, never slack during all this time, stiffened yet more under the stimulus of touching and handling that dandy puff in my companion's chest pocket. He watched me, lying quiet in my arm, seemingly content to let me set the pace of our love-making, savoring, I hoped, the enormous gag that stuffed his mouth so fully, relaxing, I also hoped, into the safety of my arms and my control. Taking the heavy swath of silk into my hand, I gently pulled it from my companion's pocket. I held it up and let it slowly cascade from my fingers, keeping at last only a corner in my grasp, the rest of the handkerchief spilling over my partner's chest. It was a very large handkerchief, bigger than a bandanna, and made of a heavy yet flexible silk twill. Still holding the handkerchief in a soft drape just below my companion's face, I looked into his eyes with a slow smile. "Quite the dandy, aren't you, buddy?" I said softly. "A real sharp dresser, a real dude." A slight frown started between his heavy eyebrows. "I like that," I reassured him, bending my face yet closer to his and looking steadily into his eyes. "I'm a dude, too, or didn't you notice?" I glanced down at the show handkerchief of heavy, brown foulard silk that filled the patch pocket of my own sportscoat to bursting and rose up in a big triangular lobe on my chest. His eyes followed mine, and he nodded. "Mmm hmmmm." My cock jumped at that muffled sound. No sound is more erotic than the smothered mumble made by a man with a big handkerchief gag stuffing his mouth. "Yeah, I'm a dude," I said softly. "And I like fancy-handkerchief-wearing dudes like you," I went on. "I like to see a handsome, sexy guy like you dressed up with a big silk handkerchief puffed in his chest pocket. I like to see that he has a nice big white handkerchief in his pocket, too. When I saw you this evening, when you took out that nice clean handkerchief that's gagging you right now, when I saw you take it out and pat your moustache, I wanted to throw you on the floor and truss you up hand and foot with yards of rope, and stuff a gag as big as a football into your mouth, and rape you right then and there." I was staring into his eyes as I spoke, and my voice was trembling by the end, a harsh whisper that revealed almost more than I wanted this man to know. He was staring back at me, and, as I spoke, he made a low moan and pressed himself more deeply against my side. I had let go of his handkerchief, which now lay tumbled on his chest, and I took him in both arms, holding him close but still looking into his eyes. "Mmmmmmm? Mmmmmmmm?" His moans, smothered and muffled by the huge gag, where questioning now, pleading. I drew back from him a little, calming myself, determined still to take this slowly, to move step by step into making this man my helpless captive, gagged, bound, yearning, and in my control. I pulled myself up to a sitting position beside him and took up the handkerchief from where it lay on his chest. "Put it back in your pocket," I said quietly, holding the handkerchief out to him. Slowly he took the big square of heavy silk from my hand. His hands trembled, and he fumbled with the handkerchief as he began to stuff it into the chest pocket of his coat. I reached out and grasped his hands in my hand, halting him. He looked up questioningly. "Slowly," I said firmly. "Slowly. Take your time, and do it slowly, the right way, so it makes that big dude puff you had before." He looked back at me for a moment, and then he nodded. His hands still trembled, and his motions were still fumbling, but he arranged the big handkerchief carefully, folding and stuffing and prodding and pulling until it rose up and then spilled from his pocket in a heavy and lolling puff. He looked up for my approval, and I nodded. "Nice," I said, caressing his bandanna-swathed cheek with one hand while I reached to heft the big lolling lobe of silk with the other. "Nice, real nice." My companion reached tentatively to touch the big silk puff in my chest pocket and looked up into my eyes. A frown creased his brow, and he was plainly struggling to put something into words for himself. I watched, amused. He gently pushed at my handkerchief, and then looked down at his own. Looking up again to meet my eyes, he struggled with the gag. "Mummmmmhulgmmmph? Huummm himmmm hulgmmmmph?" He was trying to speak words now, not just moan, but of course the huge gag defeated him completely. I gathered him into my arms, first tenderly, then more fiercely, whispering into his ear. "Yes, buddy, we'll talk, but later, buddy, later. Now," I went on, easing my embrace to hold him a little away from me, "now I'm going to tie you up within an inch of your life." My companion struggled with the gag once more, found himself as utterly defeated by the layers of soft cloth filling and binding up his mouth as before, and then nodded. Slowly I pulled us both to our feet. "Turn around, dandyman," I said softly. After looking once more into my eyes, he obeyed. I took several lengths of clothesline from the chest and began to bind him. First I pulled his arms behind him, bringing his wrists together. With quick movements, I removed his wristwatch and set it in front of him on top of the chest. Then, using a fairly short length, I wound the rope in several slightly slack coils around his wrists. Then I passed the rope between his wrists and around the coils, pulling this loop snug and tightening the coils into rope handcuffs. I tied the rope off with a secure knot. Taking up a longer length of rope this time, I first folded it to find its midpoint and then I knotted it by its midpoint to the ropes that bound my companion's wrists. Taking the two long ends thus left dangling, I passed these around his waist, crossing them in front of him and bringing them back around to his wrists again. I pulled the ends tight, forcing him to bring his bound hands snugly up into the small of his back, and then I tied off the rope. I now took up a much longer piece of rope, which I folded upon itself to make a double strand. I passed this double strand first around the front of his left upper arm and then across his back, then around behind his right upper arm and then across his back to pass it around the back of his left upper arm. I now had a figure eight, with my companion's upper arms inside the rings of the figure. I pulled the ends snug, and then pulled them a little tighter, and then a little tighter, with each pull forcing my companion's elbows further behind him and together. At my third pull, he moaned into his gag. I eased the tautness of the rope just a little and then, after winding it twice more in the same way and pulling it snug, tied it off in a secure knot. Taking out some further lengths of rope, I slung them over my shoulder as if I intended to go mountain climbing, and then, taking my partner's shoulders in my hands, I turned him around to face me. There was little to show from this angle that the man was bound. The ropes on his wrists of course were not visible, and his arms were pulled so far behind him by the tight lashings that the coils on his upper arms hardly caught the eye. He looked almost as if he were merely standing with his hands clasped behind his back. Except, of course, for the tight swath of the bandanna bound so tightly over his mouth. And his arms were pulled unnaturally far back, when you came to think about it. Having a man bound in this way was a favorite of mine, since it forced him to throw out his chest and thus to thrust the handkerchief puffed in his pocket into exaggerated prominence. And now was no exception. My cock jumped and pumped at the sight of the fellow before me. He looked up at me, his dark eyes seeking mine, the look in them, I knew, asking for reassurance that he was helpless but safe. The sight was almost too much for me. Handsome, pleadingly vulnerable, his mouth brutally and thoroughly gagged, stuffed full of those huge wads of handkerchief and bandannas, swathed tightly with the bandannas, his arms and hands bound tightly and mercilessly (well, almost--I had eased the rope a little; I am, as I said, a gentle rapist), that huge puff of a silk handkerchief thrust out and lolling on his chest--I nearly grabbed my cock to jerk myself off right then, and I shuddered with the effort it took to control myself. With a quick movement, I took the man into my arms, caressing him, running my hands over him firmly but tenderly, murmuring into his ear. "You're mine, now, dandyman, buddyboy, aren't you? Yeah, you're mine, little buddy, you're all gagged and tied and helpless now. There's nothing you can do, is there, all you can do is mumble into that big, big gag and struggle in those ropes. But you aren't going anywhere for tonight, little buddy, tonight, little buddy, I'm going to hold you and love you and caress you, and keep you all trussed and gagged until we both go over the cliff, little buddy, up over the moon." As I spoke this silliness, prompted by the rush of tenderness the sight of his willing vulnerability raised in me, he pressed himself into my embrace, tried to push himself closer against my chest, and moaned softly into his gag. "Mmmmmmmmm. Mummmmm." The sound of that gagged moan excited me yet more, and I suddenly clasped him even more tightly against me, holding myself still, willing myself not to climax. Slowly I calmed myself to a lower plateau of excitement. My cock was still stiff, but I was able once more to continue moving slowly into making cruel love to this man. Gently I eased the two of us apart. "Come with me," I said softly, and, taking him by one bound arm, I lead him into the living room. I took him to where two wing chairs stood on either side of the fireplace, and gently seated him in one of them. Working quickly, I took the ropes from my shoulders and proceeded to bind the man's legs. I bound first his ankles together, and then his thighs above the knees, making sure that the bonds were snug but not too tight. As I rose up from tying off the last knot, I gently pushed the man back into his chair. For a long moment I stood looking down at him, and he sat looking up at me. He was now, I knew, and I knew he knew, completely helpless. Tight coils of rope lashed him into a bound state in which he could do no more than squirm and wriggle. Thick layers of soft cloth stuffed and sealed up his mouth so that he could make no more noise than a faint grunt or moan. He was totally my captive now, vulnerable and unable to protect himself from anything I might choose to do. I choose to lean into the chair and take him into my arms. I felt him slowly relax into my embrace, and a familiar contentment mingled in me with the excitement of having him gagged and bound and puff-handkerchiefed. I wanted his trust, knowing that, in the end, I deserved it, even though he did not yet really know that himself. I had promised nothing, but I sensed that, eager as the man in my arms had been to be swept away, carried off, made helpless, he did not relish pain nor had he courted it by allowing himself to become subject to my mercy. He wanted what I had to give him--a rape both brutal and tender, brutal to seize and subdue him, tender to seduce and persuade him. I pulled him more securely into my embrace and then, slowly, I stood up. The man swayed helplessly in my arms, dependent on my strength to hold him upright. Suddenly, I surprised us both. Counting on his small build and my own overwhelming excitement, I hoisted him into the cradle of my arms and took two strides across to the couch. Setting him back on his unsteady feet, I lowered him down onto the cushions, turning him as I did so that he was half-kneeling into the sofa, his back to me. "I'm going to tie you up a bit more comfortably now," I said softly. Quickly I loosened the rope that bound his arms so rigidly, and then I loosened the rope that bound his hands. I eased him up onto the couch, turning him again to face me. Immediately I began to bind his hands once more, this time using lengths of rope to secure each wrist separately to either thigh. Then I took a long length of rope and, doubling it, I bound his upper arms securely to his sides, winding the rope between and around his arms and his chest and pulling it tight before I tied it off in a hard knot. He resisted me enough to play his part of victim and captive, but let me overpower him easily. As I finished the final lashings that bound his arms, he lay back passively, moaning into his huge gag. His bonds complete again, I again stood over him, taking in the image of him, vulnerable, captive, smotheringly gagged, helplessly bound. Reaching into my back pocket, I drew out my handkerchief--as clean, as white, as thick a pad as had been my companion's before I had taken it to fashion into his gag--and patted my own moustache. The sensation of mimicry--of repeating the gesture that had drawn my eager gaze to the man who now lay bound and gagged on my living room couch--was mingled with the sensual memories the feel of the soft fabric of my handkerchief aroused, memories of other men likewise trussed, likewise gagged, of myself gagged with just such a huge handkerchief wad, often fashioned of my own handkerchiefs. Hastily thrusting my handkerchief back into my pocket, I sank down beside the couch and took my captive companion into my arms, straining him to me, my hands pressing him close against me, chest to chest, my lips mouthing his throat, his bandanna-bound cheek, his brows, his ears. I was murmuring words to him, words meant as much to arouse me as to reassure him, calling him my little buddy, my dandyman, my sweet prisoner. Even as I spoke, I lost track of my thoughts, my meaning, began mumbling fragments of sentences, half articulated evocations of my obsessions and my fetishes. I whispered , "Bandanna gag, handkerchief gag, gag, gagged, gagged, gagged," with a fierce intensity, grasping and ungrasping my companion's arms and chest, chanting a mantra of obsessive arousal into his ears. In my straining arms, the man struggled and moaned, writhing helplessly in his bondage, whimpering uselessly into his gag. I broke off for a moment, gripping his shoulders in either hand, holding him off from me, staring through half-closed eyes into his face, my breathing ragged and hoarse. He returned my gaze, his head lolling back of the cushion of the couch, his breath loud through his nostrils, a mewling moan struggling through his gag, a yearning for neither of us knew what in his eyes. I pulled him to me once more. With hasty, jerky movements, I reached down to tear open the fly of his trousers, thrusting my hand inside the zippered opening, fumbling to push aside his damp--with sweat? with precum?--briefs, striving to hold his hard cock. As my fingers curled around his stiff member, he shuddered. An agonized cry trembled in his throat, choked back by the huge gag. He began to shake uncontrollably. I held my hand tight but unmoving around his cock, refusing to give him yet the release he so desperately wanted, delighting in my refusal, staring intently into his eyes where I saw tears beginning to well up. "You're my little buddy, now, aren't you?" I whispered fiercely. I shook him, watching his head loll from side to side, his heavy silk puff tremble. "You're my dandyman, my captive, my handkerchief gagged, silk-puffed prisoner, aren't you?" He nodded and then drew himself together to struggle frantically while I watched, gloating over his helplessness. Suddenly able no longer to restrain myself, I snatched my handkerchief from my back pocket and thrust it into my own mouth. Beside me, my companion watched, his eyes wide, still struggling and mumbling. I pushed him down onto the couch and then I lowered myself onto my bound captive, taking him into my arms and pulling him tightly to me. He struggled, his gagged shouts more anxious now and more frantic. I lifted myself up for a moment and tore open my trousers fly and awkwardly, desperately shoved my trousers down. I jerked down my bound captive's trousers, and I positioned his cock and mine against each other, and then I lay down once more over my companion and began to rub my cock rhythmically against his belly. For a few moments I rose higher and higher, my sensations and feelings kaleidoscoping in a confusing whirl. I stared at the man beneath me, at the silk handkerchief hugely puffed in his pocket, at the smothering gag that he fought helplessly even as I watched, at the bound up, gagged, dandified, helpless but struggling whole of him, captive and vulnerable in my arms. I thought of him as I had first seen him, wiping his mouth on the soft cloth of the handkerchief that now choked his cries into guttural moans. I thought of myself and the sensations I had felt as I fashioned his gag and stuffed it so deeply into his mouth. I savored my own gag, experiencing his pleasure as my own. As I rose closer to climax, I remembered the times when my former lover had seized me by surprise, thrust a gag of my own handkerchiefs into my mouth, and sealed up my mouth with yet another of my own handkerchiefs and then bound me, leaving me to lie helpless for hours at a time while he read or listened to music, all the while enjoying the pitiful struggles and pathetic moans of his captive, myself. Beneath me my captive struggled and mumbled, and I found myself falling forward, as if to tumble down into those dark eyes staring up into mine above the brutal gag. For a long moment, all I seemed to see was this man's face, his yearning gaze, his gagged mouth, and then I saw as if in double vision the huge puff of silk at his chest as it dimpled and lolled with my rhythmic pumping. I began to shout, my words muffled and distorted by my handkerchief in my mouth, fragments again, names of my obsessions, "Gag, gag, gag, handkerchief, gag, bandanna, gag, bondage, handkerchief, gag ..." Beneath me, my captive bucked and struggled, and then I fell into a black tunnel and burst through into a bright light and my shout forced itself past my gag and I heard him cry out beneath me and I felt his hot cum spurting out with mine and I gave one more thrust and one more and one more and I thought my heart in my chest would break through my ribs and then I was with him once more and I fell down on him and crushed him in my arms and I felt my breath reflected back into my own face from the hollow of his throat and the tears I wept burned as they fell from my eyes to soak into the bandanna that held his gag in his mouth and it was over but he and I were there, he and I, for that moment we were there, we were there, we were there. =============================== Comments, compliments, complaints, or brickbats, e-mail the author at dbrown@ggu.edu

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Date: Wed, 05 Jan 2000 00:10:41 PST From: Guy Trache Subject: Birthday Suite Birthday Suite By Pfantazm ~~~ Author's Note: This story is fictional. It was not based upon people or events from ReaLife [TM]. So if the plot sounds like something you've done, then lucky you. This story was inspired by, and is dedicated to, an on-line Outlaw who recently got a New Age himself. All my stories these days are inspired by my boyfriend. If you liked it, and you want to see more, I have now weaseled my way into the Prolific Authors section of the Nifty Archive. So thank you, David, David, and David, respectively. The characters in this story use a condom when having anal sex. So if it does turn you on, you really don't have any excuse, now, do you? If you want to write to me, make sure you spell my name as badly as I do. It's got an eff and a zed. Write to pfantazm@hotmail.com . ~~~ Ryan checked his watch again for the fifteenth time in an hour. He paced the floor of the apartment and wondered why Jamie wasn't calling. He reassured himself that it simply meant that Jamie was on his way home, but if that were so, then where *was* he? Ever since he'd been assigned that new client, Jamie's boss had been pushing him to work extra hours. Ryan didn't object to this, as such. After all, it meant good things for Jamie if they liked his new campaign, but on the other hand, Ryan hadn't really been able to spend as much time as he would have liked with him. They'd moved in together nearly a month ago, but they were apart often enough that Ryan had hardly noticed a difference. Tonight was going to be a change. They would go out to a nice dinner, then come home and spend a late evening in. And it would all begin when Jamie got home. Ryan checked his watch again. He was glad they hadn't needed reservations where they were going. About forty minutes after the liberally estimated time when he'd be home, Jamie showed up at the door. Ryan took one look and, of course, all was forgiven. His tie was loosened around his neck, over a blue dress shirt, his jacket hanging from two fingers. Straight, reddish brown hair was matted and spiky across the top of his head. His face was flushed, like he'd been running. His dark green eyes were dull with worry. Ryan cracked a crooked smile and took him in his arms. "There was an accident on the highway and the A/C broke again," Jamie explained. "I need a shower." "You have time," Ryan said tactfully. Jamie wasted no time getting to the bedroom, and getting undressed. Clad only in sweat and a smile, he returned, rounded the corner and hopped into the bathroom. After about fifteen minutes, Ryan poked his head inside. No point in locking the door, after all. The shower shut off. Ryan picked up a towel and let gravity unfold it. The shower curtain twitched aside. Jamie's hair was all plastered back. He smiled at his boyfriend. Ryan covered him with the towel as he stepped out of the shower. Jamie allowed himself to be dried off. Soon Ryan was just holding him tight. With the door standing open, the steam escaped into the apartment and the misty mirror slowly revealed two men in love, beginning with their stomachs. Behind the one with the auburn hair stood a taller man with black hair, wire rimmed glasses and, though they weren't open, eyes that were almost as dark as his hair. "This is nice," Jamie remarked, "But are we ever going to get to dinner?" "Aren't I allowed to spend some time with you first? Spending time with you is the whole point of tonight." "Okay," Jamie agreed easily. "Either I get dressed, or you get undressed. Which is it going to be?" Ryan's tummy grumbled. "That settles that," Jamie said, patting his lover's shoulder as he went to get a fresh set of clothes. * * * Jamie lo-o-o-o-oved Italian. Ryan was much less picky about what he ate, and indulged Jamie any time he wanted. He decided on the manicotti over the tricolor tortellini and set his menu aside. The work of the moment taken care of, Ryan took in the restaurant. The place was designed to give the appearance of piazze that no longer quite existed in Italy now, and were supposed to be from some period of recent history that could not quite be pinned down. The effect wasn't carried off very well, but the place had excellent food. Ryan spotted their waiter in conversation with the patrons in one of the booths. He'd noticed the guy had a killer smile, and was noticing now what a cute butt he had. "Are you checking out our waiter?" Jamie asked over his menu, sotto voce. It was obvious that this was exactly what he was up to, so why deny it? "Yeah," he said with a grin. "What do you think of him?" Jamie blinked, then said, without looking, "He wasn't bad." Ryan decided to let the matter drop. The waiter came back to their table. They ordered. He left. Staring into the bottles clustered at the center of the table, Jamie asked, "Do you want to do it with him?" Ryan didn't know what else to say, so he told the truth. "I was actually thinking of doing it with you *and* him." "What?" "You know. At the same time." This did not seem to help the situation. "How come you've never said anything like this before?" "It's just never come up before. Fantasies and stuff like that. I just assumed it would in its own time." Jamie stared after the waiter on his way to some other table. Ryan worried. He did not look like he was taking this new information well. The conversation from there, what there was of it, was very stilted, and was only on neutral topics. * * * The drive home had been ominously quiet. Neither Ryan nor Jamie wanted to get intimate once they were back in the apartment. Jamie sat in bed reading a novel. Ryan puttered around the apartment, tidying up. He gathered plates and glasses left on the tables and the desk near his workstation. After that he wandered back and forth from one end of the room to the other, picking up clutter, but not actually getting anything done. His mind was elsewhere. Had he said something wrong? Ryan didn't think he had. This was a real fantasy of his, and one that he wanted to share with Jamie. It would have come up eventually. It was rather tactless of him to gawk at the waiter, and the explanation could have been handled better. Still, it wasn't a matter of looking at a cute guy to replace the person he was with. He *loved* Jamie, and he was very happy with the way things were moving. Had been moving. Jamie's feelings were obviously hurt. However it had happened, that much was true. Ryan needed to do something about that. He went into the bedroom. Jamie sat in bed in a T-shirt, reading. Ryan went over and sat on one leg by his side. "Jamie?" he said. Jamie set his book aside, rolled over and mumbled a "good night." Something in Ryan's body reacted. There was an odd feeling, like something in the very core of him constricted. Then this wave of sadness flowed out over him, finishing at his head, where a tear started to form. Jamie had never rejected him like that. They had been seeing each other for half a year and they'd had fights, but Jamie had always been willing to listen. Wordlessly, Ryan went and prepared for bed. He undressed, set his glasses on the nightstand and climbed into bed. Worry kept him awake. About every ten minutes he would have to roll over to a new position. Jamie was already asleep, but every time Ryan stirred, Jamie was disturbed. So Jamie was sleeping, but Ryan was keeping him from getting any real rest. He looked over to Jamie, his face strangely glowing in the green light of the clock radio. His soft features were untroubled now, and his breathing was even. Ryan knew what it was now, that odd feeling. That was why people said what they did. His heart had broken when he realized just how much he'd hurt the man he loved. He leaned over and gave Jamie a peck on the cheek, then got up as carefully as he could. Ryan fetched a pillow and a blanket from the closet to let Jamie get his rest. He owed him at least that. After several long, miserable hours on the couch, Ryan got to sleep himself. * * * The next day, a Friday, was one of just going through the motions for Ryan. He had enough work as a web designer just then that he could pass the day, just hammering out code without having to think too hard. The time passed slowly. Ryan cooked dinner. Half of it got cold. It grew dark outside. He wondered when Jamie would be getting back. When Jamie did finally get in, barely two words were exchanged. He did little more than collapse into bed. Ryan resigned himself to another night on the couch, since Jamie was obviously very tired, whatever his emotional state was. What was he thinking? Was it just a bad coincidence that he'd had to work so late that night, or was he avoiding him? He'd find out tomorrow. It was Saturday and Jamie didn't have to leave the apartment if he didn't want to. * * * Ryan was up early and sitting at the kitchen table, most of a bowl of now- soggy cereal in front of him. Jamie, in his bathrobe, appeared around the corner. He seemed surprised to see Ryan there. "Can we talk?" Ryan asked. Jamie set the apple juice on the counter and nodded. "What's happening to us? I mean, ever since the restaurant you've been avoiding me. I realize you might just have been working late yesterday, but on Thursday...." Jamie looked at Ryan with watery eyes. Ryan leapt up and hugged him. Jamie hugged tightly back. "I'm sorry. If I'd known the thing with the waiter was going to upset you like this, I never would have brought it up." Ryan was almost in tears himself. "Ryan, I'm just so glad you still want to be with me," Jamie said around sobs. Ryan looked at him, obviously not understanding. "I thought I wasn't good enough for you anymore, that you wanted someone else." "No," Ryan said. "That's not it at all. Here, sit down, hon." Jamie sat in one chair and Ryan scooted up to him in the other and took his hand. "It's not that I want somebody else, it's just a fantasy. I think it would be a fun way to spend an evening for *both* of us. I certainly don't want to do it without you." "What about you going off and sleeping on the couch, then? I thought you didn't want to be with me." Ryan explained how he was keeping Jamie from sleeping properly. "You need your sleep, so I went on the couch." Jamie started laughing. "What?" "I woke up in the middle of the night on Thursday and found you were gone. I thought you'd left and I was up half the night. I woke up Friday and I was late in to work. When Karen called in at nine p.m. and found out I was still there, she said I should take some time off. She didn't want me burning out before I'm thirty." Ryan smiled. "Your boss is a smart lady." "She is." "Jamie, it's only a fantasy I have. It never has to happen. You're obviously not comfortable with it, and as long as we're still together, and I hope we are for a good, long time, then we don't do it. I'm perfectly okay with that. Do you understand?" "Won't you still think about it?" Jamie asked. "Yeah, probably, but it won't be in any practical way. I won't go looking for anyone, if that's what you mean. Look, right now, it's coming down to a choice between keeping you happy and the fantasy. You'll win every time." Ryan kissed Jamie's hand and Jamie blushed. "Hasn't there ever been a fantasy you've had that you couldn't fulfill? I mean other than making it with the Backstreet Boys all at once or something." "Well," Jamie began, "I *have* always wished you'd, um, tie me up." Ryan was caught off guard. "Oh...." "And I remember you said you weren't really into any of that, so I just never brought it up." Ryan was frowning. "I just can't understand why anybody would want to have that done to them." "I know, and I can't really explain it myself, so I guess I just won't get to do it again." "Again?" "(whoops)" "What do you mean, 'again'?" Jamie's face clouded over. "When Rick and I were together, we did that." Ryan had met Jamie's ex. "Rick? Are you crazy?! The man is a psycho." "He wasn't like that when we were going out. He went through a bad time and he changed. I couldn't trust him anymore. It's why I broke up with him." Ryan got down on his knees in front of Jamie. "You said you couldn't explain why you'd want that to me, but you have to try, baby, 'cause you've got me real scared here. How could you let him do that to you?" Jamie looked down at him. "It's easiest to start with why I don't do it. "There are some people who actually are in it for the pain and abuse. That's not me. And some people have their roles of master and slave in effect all the time, even in public, and that's a little much for me, too. "It's an expression of trust. Of knowing I can put myself in someone's hands and that they're not going to hurt me and that everything will still be okay. "I know it can be that way with you, Ryan. I do trust you that much. That's probably why I reacted so badly when you looked at that waiter. It was like a betrayal, but it wasn't and... I'm sorry. I overreacted." Jamie pulled Ryan up and into his arms. They kissed deeply, after two days of torturous separation. Ryan tried to sit in Jamie's chair, half on his lap. "You said," Jamie continued afterwards, "that you don't do it when we first started having sex, so I just went right on without it." "Which is what I'm willing to do about the threesome," Ryan added. "It *is* the same thing isn't it?" he said, sounding down. "Oh, God, I screwed this up, didn't I?" "You can make it up to me," Ryan said, smiling. He ran his hand across Jamie's right breast. "Mmmmm, you think I could?" He felt the soft cotton at the crotch of Ryan's track pants and felt a wonderful hardness. Ryan reached up and under Jamie's bathrobe and felt much the same thing. "I know you could." He picked Jamie up bodily and carried him, like a bride, to the bedroom. Jamie laughed. "You're not worried I'm going to drop you?" Ryan asked as he rounded the corner out of the kitchen. "Of course not. You could probably carry me all day." Ryan was built like a football player. "You're not the least bit - concerned?" he teased as he let Jamie drop a couple of inches. Jamie just giggled. "I know you wouldn't. Not on purpose." "Well, you're pretty confident, aren't you?" Jamie nodded. Ryan dropped him gently onto the bed while he squealed. Ryan took off his track pants and shirt. Jamie undid his bathrobe and jumped back into his lover's arms, his heels hooked behind his back. Jamie's butt hovered over Ryan's very stiff cock. Ryan rubbed it against him as Jamie squirmed, rubbing his own penis against Ryan's stomach. They kissed again, heads tilted to the side, and their passion for each other rose again. Ryan gripped Jamie tightly, one arm around his back, one hand in his hair. Jamie was right; he did not want to let him go. He laid him carefully on the bed and got down beside him. He pulled Jamie back against him and they kissed again. Jamie allowed Ryan to lead, and Ryan's tongue plunged far into Jamie's mouth. The taste of him was sweet. Ryan's strong tongue tried to grip his own. When Ryan came up for air, Jamie hugged him tight to welcome him back. Then his silent apology began. He pushed Ryan onto his back and straddled his body. Ryan's face, smiling up at him melted his heart. Jamie flexed his cock involuntarily and it thumped against Ryan's stomach. Jamie buried his face in the hair that covered Ryan's chest and dug down to his nipple. He lapped at and teased this treasure, and got Ryan groaning. Ryan's hands were moving across the surface of Jamie's back and sides. Jamie's hand ran through the thick, curly hair that covered Ryan's front. Ryan grabbed Jamie's ass, squeezing his cheeks. Jamie arched his back and groaned, raising his backside in the air. Like this, their members overlapped, almost tip to tip. Ryan reached underneath and grasped both of their cocks in his hand. He pressed them together tightly and rubbed them against each other. Ryan gingerly skinned back the hood on Jamie's uncut penis. The head of it was wet with juice. He rubbed the two heads together, sending shivers down Jamie's spine. "Oh," Jamie pleaded, "let me have it, Ryan. I want it." Ryan let go to find out what Jamie was after. He spun around and started sucking him off with a vengeance. "Oooooooh... ohhh yehhhh,..." Ryan breathed as Jamie descended onto his manhood. Jamie's cock was hovering over Ryan's head, and he snapped it up in one gulp. They nursed at each other's cocks, each doing what he knew the other liked. Jamie steadily bobbed up and down on Ryan's thick cock, and it went partway down his throat on every stroke. His tongue followed suit, licking along the crown and shaft as he went. Ryan just held Jamie in his mouth and worked his dextrous tongue over the very sensitive head and skin. He licked it all over, like a lollipop, and Jamie's precum was as sweet to the taste as any candy. Jamie moaned into Ryan's crotch. He knew what that meant. He scrubbed at the crown of Jamie's cock with the flat of his tongue as Jamie's moans pitched higher and higher. There was no holding back. Jamie pushed into Ryan's mouth and spurted jet after jet of cum into Ryan's throat. Ryan himself managed to hold off a bit more. He relaxed and just enjoyed Jamie's work without having his attention divided. He sighed, "Oh, yeah," and rubbed Jamie's body down, stroking his torso and legs. Jamie sped up. Ryan's legs tensed up, pointing straight out. Jamie took a chance and poked underneath, reaching for Ryan's hole. When he realized what Jamie was done, Ryan spread his legs. Jamie was surprised. Ryan didn't often go for this sort of thing. Jamie sucked on his fingers, getting them good and wet. He entered his lover with great care, slowly, very slowly, easing his finger past Ryan's sphincter. Jamie went down on Ryan again, sucking him in and letting him slide out of his mouth rapidly. His finger stretched deep into Ryan's body. Ryan sucked air past his teeth and squirmed underneath Jamie. His seven and a half inches lanced down his boyfriend's throat as he was invaded. It was a rare moment when Ryan could enjoy the sensations that finger was bringing him, but his desire for Jamie broke barriers. Finally, the pleasure had built up too much to be contained any longer. Ryan's legs stretched out to their fullest, and he squeezed down on Jamie's finger. He pumped a healthy amount of semen into Jamie's gullet, which was happily gulped down. After the last few imaginary traces of cum were lapped up from Ryan's cock, Ryan collected Jamie up in his strong arms and held him close. "I'm so glad to have you back," he said. "I'm glad we're together again too," Jamie replied. "I love you, honey." "And I love you. Let's don't fight like that again." Ryan gave Jamie a squeeze. "It's a deal." The two young men spent that whole Saturday playing with each other like that. Jamie even got to fuck Ryan. They celebrated each other's bodies, making up for lost time and misunderstandings. * * * Ryan sat down at his computer to work one morning, a few weeks later. It was part of his daily routine to clear out his web browsers' caches so that any pages he loaded up would be loaded fresh. The Netscape cache was full of JPEG images from sites with 'sex' and 'male' in their URLs. Jamie must have gone online while Ryan was at the store yesterday. Intrigued, he opened a few of them. The first was a black-and-white photo. A muscular, hairy man was being tied hand and foot to some kind of wooden building, standing up. His back was to the camera, but he looked back over his shoulder at the other man in the picture, who was just finishing off an ankle. This second man wore jeans, boots and a Stetson. 'Cowboys, Jamie?' thought Ryan, amused. The next batch of pictures was much like that. Rope or leather straps. No pain or distress, mock or otherwise. Some of the "victims" were so intricately tied up that it looked like they'd been attacked by a macrame enthusiast gone mad. Either these men were very willing (and patient) participants, or they'd been quite heavily drugged and rolled over several times to get the right effect. Sometimes the bound man was alone in the shot, other times the man who'd done the tying was there. Sometimes they were lashed to a bed or a vertical frame, spread-eagle, and for others they were simply bound like a mummy so they couldn't move. Ryan leafed through them, trying to figure out what Jamie got out of them. His assumption had always been that the one doing the tying was acting out of malice and the ones tied were shy victims who were browbeaten into it. But these photos and Jamie's own story belied that, at least in Jamie's own case. Ryan still hadn't figured it out when he came upon a series of photos from a different site. The first featured a naked man standing up. He was sucking a second guy off, a third guy was sucking the first off, and the fourth was rimming the first. The file was titled 'airtight.jpg'. No one was wearing a harness or rope. It was a vanilla group sex pic. Ryan started getting aroused. He looked at the next. About half a dozen men snaked around the edge of a pool in one long daisy chain. Ryan couldn't believe his eyes. Where did he find this stuff? The next twenty or so pictures were like that. Threesomes, foursomes, and all-out orgies, without a hint of bondage. Ryan smiled. 'He's doing the same thing I am,' he thought. 'He's trying to understand.' An idea formed in Ryan's mind. * * * 'Finally,' Ryan thought as Jack appeared at the door of the diner. The place was busy. It was downtown and the dinner hour was quickly approaching. The weather was only making a half-hearted effort to cool down for the evening so far. Ryan beckoned his friend over to his booth. Jack's face lit up in recognition. He ambled over and sat opposite Ryan. "Alright," Jack said, smiling, "I'm here. What were you so anxious to talk about?" Ryan wasn't sure how to begin. It was one thing to fantasize about a three- way, but another to ask a friend to join one. "At the poker game last week, I saw you checking Jamie out," he began. "Hey," Jack said, starting to rise, "I never touched him, I swear...." That Ryan outweighed him by around sixty pounds was likely to be at the forefront of Jack's mind. "Sit down. It's alright," Ryan said. "I didn't think there was anything happening between you two. Relax." Jack sank back onto his bench, and started in on really sticking to the leather seat. "But would you like there to be?" "Hunh?" "Jamie's birthday is next Tuesday and I'm cooking up a surprise for him." Ryan filled Jack in. "Do you want to be the third?" "Yeah! I'm honored that you asked me." "There's just one more problem," Ryan said. "I think we may need a fourth person." Ryan had known Jack since college, where diving was Jack's sport. He was no longer competitive - Ryan could see leg hair below Jack's walking shorts - and he had kept his physique with exercise, but he wasn't strong in the way Ryan was. "I'm not sure the two of us could handle it alone," Ryan explained. "I'd rather it just be the three of us for the real action. Can you think of anyone who might help?" "I think so," Jack said after a moment. "It would depend on if he could get to your place in time, and whether he'd agree to it in the first place, but yeah. Tony could be your big brother." "And he wouldn't mind being left out of the fun?" "Not at all. He's totally straight." Ryan grinned. It was perfect. * * * It was Jamie's birthday. Ryan and Tony waited together at the side. Ryan chatted nervously. The big account with that special client Jamie was successfully completed, and Jamie was working normal hours again, but he still came home late on occasion. The waiting was hell. The scraping sound of a deadbolt opening interrupted their hushed conversation. It was starting. Jack was just inside the door to the apartment and to the side. His role was crucial. If Jack messed up, the whole thing could be over before it began. Tony and Ryan put on their ski masks. They were decked out in all black, which hadn't been wise since it was the height of summer. They heard Jamie set his briefcase down. "Ryan? I'm home." There was the sound of a scuffle. The two bigger men came around the corner. Jack was just tying the gag behind Jamie's head when the reached him. Jamie's eyes were wide with fright and he was pulling at the bandana at his mouth. Tony and Ryan grabbed him quickly and immobilized his arms. Jack finished the gag and quietly shut the front door. All through this Jamie was struggling, bucking, and tossing his weight around, trying to break free. This was why the fourth man was needed: to keep Jamie from hurting himself or one of them. As an added precaution, the three were wearing protective cups, just in case. Jack was very busy. He blindfolded Jamie next, then went around and undid his tie. This he used to bind Jamie's wrists behind his back. He also unbuttoned his shirt, but had to leave it on, crumpled around his hands. "Pick him up," Jack commanded, in a gravelly voice. Ryan took Jamie's upper body and Tony lifted his kicking legs. He managed to get them mostly still. Jack removed his shoes and socks. Next he undid his fly. Jamie cried out as best he could through his gag. He found new strength to squirm against the men holding him. It pained Ryan to see Jamie so scared. He hoped Jamie would understand. When Jamie was naked except for his dress shirt, Jack ordered, "Take him into the bedroom." The commands were for Jamie's benefit. Everything had been carefully arranged in advance. They lugged their captive into Ryan's bedroom and laid him on top of the blankets. The two "henchmen" held Jamie down, while Jack tied his feet together with rope. It was still daylight outside, but with the blind and curtains drawn, it was as dark in the room as they could make it. Everyone removed their masks. "Alright, boys," Jack growled, "I can handle him from here." Both Ryan and Tony left. Ryan saw Tony out and lock the lower lock on the doorknob as quietly as he could. Then he stripped and sneaked back into the bedroom. His entry was covered by the sounds of Jack undressing and talking in his disguised voice. "You know, man, I've been wanting this for a long time now, and I've finally got you." Ryan could see Jamie trembling terribly. Jack was running his hands over Jamie's body. He caressed his very erect cock. "Looks like this has got you excited. You like being tied up?" Jamie gave no answer. He just tried to twist away. It was time to bring Jamie in on the fantasy. Ryan signalled Jack to stop talking. He walked over and leaned into his lover's ear. "Jamie," he said. "I want you to listen very carefully to my voice." He was still shaking. "Jamie, my love, please listen. Do you know who I am?" He stilled. He made a passable attempt at saying, "Ryan?" through the gag. "I'm going to take this off you now." He reached behind and unknotted the bandana at his mouth. Jamie spat fibres. "Are you okay?" Ryan asked. "Oh, yes, I am now," Jamie answered him. "Happy birthday, baby," he said, kissing him deeply. On that cue, Jack licked Jamie's dripping cock. Jamie broke the kiss and gasped. There was someone else in the room.... "That," Ryan explained as Jack started blowing him, "is someone that you know. A friend of ours. He likes you an awful lot, Jamie. I surprised you with a lot of this, but you get the final say. Do you want to stop, or should I join him?" "No," he moaned, "don't stop. Ohh, ohhh,..." "I'm glad you like your presents, Jamie. Enjoy." Ryan climbed upon the bed and took Jack's place. He inhaled Jamie's thick cock in one swallow, making Jamie writhe and toss his head. Jack lifted Jamie's legs up onto his back and separated his knees. He buried his nose in Jamie's ass and feasted on his hole. Jamie made little whimpering noises of pleasure. Ryan pulled back on Jamie's uncut cock. He was so erect that the very tip of him poked through his hood. Ryan burrowed his way in with his tongue and tried to lick under his foreskin. Jamie was chewing his lip and saying, "Mmmm, yes, mmmm, yes,..." While Ryan was giving him head, Jack had managed to work his tongue partway into Jamie's ass and was fucking him with it. Jamie swivelled his hips to get right down onto his muscle. Ryan, meanwhile, peeled down the skin covering the crown of his boyfriend's cock, and took the head into his mouth. He let his tongue trail over it, touching it only very faintly. Jamie shook his head violently from side to side. When Ryan pressed the soft flesh of the inside of his lips against Jamie's hypersensitive glans and turned his head to rub it around, Jamie lost all control. "Ooh, shit!" he yelled and came in Ryan's mouth. He took Jamie right inside and drank it all down, savoring every drop. After his orgasm, Jamie was panting heavily with his mouth hanging open. "Well, Jamie, did you like that?" Ryan asked. "Yyyesss." "Then I think you really ought to thank our guest for his part in all this. Don't you agree, friend? See there, he's nodding his head. What do you think of that, Jamie?" "What do I do?" Jamie asked submissively. Ryan went around to the bedside table. Jamie heard the familiar sound of a drawer opening and foil crackling. "Don't worry, babe. These are for me. I am going to fuck your tight little ass and watch you suck off our very good friend, here." He dragged Jamie down the bed, taking half the bedspread with him. Ryan bent him over the edge of the mattress, knees on the floor, then lifted his upper body. Jack got into position. He sat near the edge so that when Jamie was lowered again, his face was in Jack's lap. Jamie nosed around until he latched onto Jack's cock and began demonstrating his gratitude. Ryan undid the tie around Jamie's wrists and bound them once more, this time locking his hands around Jack's back. Ryan put on the rubber, the squirted out a good amount of lubricant onto his hand. He made sure his passage into his lover's ass would be smooth. If Jamie had any doubts as to who was where before Ryan began entering him, they were gone now. Ryan's familiar seven and a half inches slid effortlessly inside of him. Jamie took it all in one long stroke. Jack was just as thick as Ryan, but at least an inch shorter. Jamie's mystery guest was a perfect mouthful, and his lover a satisfying assful. Jamie squeezed his rectal muscles to let Ryan know he was ready. Ryan laid his hands high on Jamie's back, and started to swing his hips back and forth into the depths of his love's body. He watched as Jamie's auburn-haired head jerked and rotated as he explored another man's dick. Jamie had little to go on; Jack could only grunt or moan, not speak, but he communicated well enough. The look on Jack's face was great to behold. His head was tipped back slightly. He smiled and watched Jamie suck him, and he watched Ryan take Jamie's ass. Ryan's fantasy was happening. Maybe not quite in the way he wanted, but that might come later. For now, he plowed into his boyfriend. Watching Jamie go down on someone else made him harder and hornier than he could ever remember being. He gripped Jamie's shoulders and jammed his rigid manhood into his ass with a great ferocity. Jamie got very vocal around Jack's cock. Jamie pulled off a second to yell, "Towel, Ryan!" It took Ryan a second to figure it out. Jamie was about to cum again. He didn't have anything nearby to save the sheets so he just cupped his hands in front of Jamie's dick. "I'll catch it, baby. I'm close too. Unh, unh, unh!" Jamie came with a force Ryan could feel in his hands. The thought finally tipped the scales and Ryan began filling the condom. "Oh, yes," Jack whispered as he pushed Jamie up and off him and started rubbing his wet member furiously. He repositioned Jamie's head. Jack grimaced and spurted cum all over Jamie's face. There was no choice, really. He didn't want to shoot it into his mouth without permission, so his seed splattered against Jamie's boyish features. White gobs hung from his nose and cheeks, and dampened the blindfold. A little even landed in his hair. Ryan had pulled out of Jamie and was discarding the rubber. He saw Jack help Jamie up, still in a forced embrace around Jack's body. Their guest licked his own cum off of Jamie's face until he was clean. Ryan opened the blinds and let the fading sunlight fill the room. Then he removed Jamie's blindfold while Jack kissed him. Jamie blinked and backed up to see who he'd been having sex with. "Jack! Holy shit, man!" he cried as he took his friend into a real hug. Ryan freed Jamie's hands while they talked. "Hey, Jamie. Happy birthday!" "Now how did Ryan talk you into this?" Ryan grinned as he started undoing the rope. "Well, he explained about your fantasies and about how he thought that combining them would please everyone." "That," Ryan added, "and I once caught him checking you out, so I know he'd be interested." "Oh, thanks," Jamie said to Ryan as his ankles were freed. He stood up and went to Ryan. "Are you okay?" Ryan asked, worry written across his face. "I'm a little stiff, but I'll live," Jamie replied, smiling. "Did I do good?" "You did great. Thank you so much." Jamie kissed Ryan and hugged him. He looked back to Jack, who was grinning from ear to ear. "I guess you enjoyed yourself. C'mere." He held out an arm to make room for him. Jack came over and hugged them both. "Oh, yeah, I did. I had a couple of fantasies of my own come true today." "A couple?" Ryan marvelled. "Wow. Care to share?" "Well, first, I got to watch you suck Jamie and fuck him. I'm something of a voyeur, and you two were great." "Aw, shucks," Ryan said. "'Tweren't nothin'." "What was the other fantasy?" Jamie wanted to know. Jack got bashful all of a sudden. "I don't know if I should say...." "What, that you got to have sex with Jamie?" Ryan said. "That's no secret, Jack. I don't mind." "That's not it," said Jack. Jamie squinted his eyes at Jack. "I think," he said, "that you've got it backwards. I think he has the hots for you." Ryan stared at Jamie for a second then studied Jack's reaction. He was blushing bright red. "Is he right?" Jack hesitated, then nodded. "Yeah, he is. I've had sort of a crush on you since college. I just didn't think you were interested in me." "Why?" Ryan said. "You were on the football team. You'd gone to Europe and Australia and had all these adventures from high school. You were always telling these cool stories about what you'd done. I've never been anywhere. I was a science geek, either at diving practice or studying most of the time. I was just glad you wanted to spend time with me at all." "And you never said anything," mused Ryan. "I didn't think I stood a chance. I figured, what could I add to your life?" He sat on the bed frowning. "You could have added love," Jamie said, joining Jack on the bed. "Humor. Passion. You've got a lot to offer the right guy, Jack." "I wish I'd known, Jacky," Ryan said, kneeling next to them. "We could've had some fun times." "Yeah, but it's too late now." Jack put an arm around Jamie. "You found the right guy for you. Maybe I'll be lucky like that one day." He looked from Jamie to Ryan and back again. "I should get going." He stood up. So did Ryan. "Are you leaving my birthday party so soon? Can't you stay for dinner?" Jack just looked at Jamie. "We can order pizza or something. I mean, you and Ryan haven't actually had sex with each other yet," he said, grabbing both their asses, "and that is something I think I'd like to see." He winked at Ryan. "Do you mean it?" Jack said. "Sure. We can tie Ryan to the bedposts, you can have your way with him, and *I'll* watch." Ryan laughed. "I'm serious. What goes around, comes around, right?" "Uh," Ryan commented. Jamie slid up close to Ryan and laid a hand on his chest to go with the one on his butt. "You trust me, right? And Jack's your friend. He won't hurt you. You'll be safe, I promise." Jamie looked him right in the eye. "What do you say, Ryan? You can say no, and that's alright." He touched Ryan's cock, which had risen to hardness once again. "But I don't think you want to say no, do you?" ~~~ TO BE CONTINUED ~~~ Afternote: I hadn't *planned* for this story to go on, but as we've just seen, we don't always get what we expect from something.

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From: j_amacher@yahoo.com (Jackson Amacher) Subject: New Story: Stripped in the Woods (M/M/M) (bondage, humiliation) Date: Thu, 15 Jan 1998 04:08:48 GMT Approved: moderated.stories@bigfoot.com Three Stripped in the Woods by Jackson Amacher [This work is fiction. It contains scenes of humiliation and of sex between men.] I fell in love with Ed, but he was straight. I hate it when that happens. He knows that I am gay; I've been out of the closet about being gay since I started college (though not out of the closet about being a bondage freak). And I'm damn sure he is straight, or at least I WAS sure he was straight. He let on by our third conversation that he had a steady girlfriend in another city. But Ed was gorgeous. I didn't think so at first, it's true, and a lot of my friends never saw that in him. But the more I got to know him the more beautiful I thought he was. He has red hair and you can tell he used to have freckles when he was a kid. His body was incredible; a classic mesomorph shape, with thin waist, very broad shoulders, and pecs so big you could see them under his shirt whenever he wore a T-shirt or polo shirt. But what could I do? I was dying to see him with more of his clothes off. Once, when I was checking into the gym for a workout, I looked over at the basketball courts and caught a really quick glimpse of his face. His back was turned to me, and he had his shirt off. He kept his back to me, and I felt bad about pretending to watch the game just so I could leer at a straight guy's chest. It was a beautiful back, though. Last week I was jogging alone through Kameny Woods, a large city park next to the campus that is a bunch of jogging and hiking trails through the woods. I was using a different route than I normally take. It was really cloudy, though, and I was speeding up because I was afraid it would rain. I was halfway through my route, deep into the woods, when something white caught my eye. Too white for the forest. It was about fifty feet off the trail. I don't like to leave the trail, but I was curious and started walking towards it. It was Ed, stripped to his underwear, blindfolded, and his hands handcuffed above him to a tree limb. His chest was as gorgeous as I had hoped. His stomach didn't really show any abs, but it was nice and flat. His legs had a lot of muscle. He was wearing only some white Champion briefs, which concealed a noticeable bulge. His hands were stretched out above him, and handcuffed over a low but firm tree limb "Hello? Who is that?," Ed said. "Can you help me, please?" I almost answered him, but then I thought I should keep quiet. I started walking towards him, and he could hear me walking. "Please help me. These guys did this to me. They, uh, taped the key to the handcuffs on my body. Can you help me out?," Ed said. He was moving his head around, trying to rub the black blindfold off his head, but it was on there too tightly. Taped the key to his body?, I thought. I couldn't see it. I still didn't say anything, but I started to think about which of Ky's friends might have done this to him. I didn't know everyone he hung out with, but I knew he wasn't in a frat or any group that would have this as an initiation. Maybe it was just a joke on him? "Come on, please? They taped the key to my penis," Ed said. My own penis jumped. I thought it was cute that Ed used that word, so proper and medical. I stepped right up to him and didn't say a word. His nipples were small brown circles against his soft white skin. I reached out and touched one, stroking it slightly. Ed jerked back, but I saw his dick move slightly also. I stroked the other one, and then let my finger slide down his flank, across his belly, and then up to the other nipple again. It was too much to take. I had to have fun with him before letting him go. I ran my finger around his waist, right above the elastic underwear band. Ed didn't say anything, but he was breathing more heavily and the bulge in his briefs was even bigger. I ran my fingers lightly across his neck, and then along his clavicle bone to his armpits, where I tickled him gently. Ed jerked at that and said softly, "Please, please." I moved my finger down his chest, across his nipple again and then through the ridge between his pecs. I ran it down his stomach and across his navel and then stopped immediately above the elastic waistband of his briefs. Ed didn't say anything, but just nodded. I put my finger under the elastic waistband of the underwear, and ran it around his body again, feeling the slight layer of sweat that had formed under there. I could feel some of his pubic hairs as I ran my finger back around the front of his helpless body. Then I pulled my finger out of there, and started running my hands from his triceps down to his biceps and then across his armpits again for another tickle. Ed shook again and smiled. He was enjoying this as much as I was, and he had no idea who was doing this to him. I hooked my finger under his elastic waistband and pulled forward, stretching it out and giving me my first view of his cock. Sure enough, the key was taped to it, with black electrician's tape. Who could have done this to poor Ed? I had to thank them once I found out. The excitement of having his dick exposed made Ed go fully erect now, and his long penis stuck straight out from his pelvis. I moved my hand around his waist again, letting the elastic cover his dick again but now taking a view of his butt. It was excellent; tight and small, soft white humps. I let the elastic band snap back to his body with a satisfying sound. Then I pulled back and looked at Ed again. He still hadn't said anything, but he was still smiling. As long as he was happy and wasn't saying "no," I didn't see anything wrong with going ahead. Without a word I grabbed his underwear at his waist with both hands and pulled it down to his knees. His dick flopped slightly, but stood there at attention. I made him wait like that for a while, helpless and totally exposed, and then stuck out my tongue and licked his nipples. "Yes," he whispered. "Please, please." I took that ridiculous key off his cock and put it in my pocket. Then I went down on him and started sucking his cock. I wasn't an expert at this, but there's not much to it. Ed started moaning and moving his pelvis back and forth, toward and away my mouth. I reached around and grabbed his butt as I worked, then moved my hands up to feel more of his body. Finally Ed let out a gasp and I took his dick out of my mouth and watched him cum over the forest floor. Ed was breathing heavily now, and it was great to watch his stomach heave in and out. But I wasn't done yet. I spat on my finger, and then started to rub it over Ky's asshole, lubricating it. "Oh Jesus," Ed said softly. I was a little uneasy about stripping naked in public, so I just unzipped my pants and took out my erect cock and jammed it into Ed. He didn't make a sound. I made love to him for a good ten minutes, withdrawing when there was a danger of my coming too soon, and then finally pulled out and shot my load on the ground. I didn't want to be too presumptuous, after all. The sex wasn't everything I had hoped for, because I was still dressed. I would have wanted to go longer, but I started hearing thunder and I knew it was about to rain in less than a minute. When I was done, I took a final look at Ed and burned the image into my mind. Then I pulled his underwear up and gave him a quick, playful pat on the rump. Then I walked away. "Hey, wait a minute!," Ed shouted out. "Please let me go! You've got the key!" I just jogged away. It started raining then. I jogged out of the park and took shelter in a bus stop for about ten minutes. Then I jogged back into the park, retraced my steps, and found Ed again. He was just like I had left him, except now he was completely wet. His white briefs were soaked and clinged to his body. It was even more gorgeous than before. "Hello! Who is that?," Ed shouted out. "Ed!," I said, doing a damn good job of trying to sound surprised. "Hey, get me out of this!," Ed shouted. I took off his blindfold. He blinked a bit. "Where's the key?," I asked. "Where are your clothes?" "These guys I ran into did this to me. I think they left the key around here," Ed said. I realized the key was still in my pocket. Stupid! I should have dropped it on the ground before taking off his blindfold. "Let's look around for it," I said. "I don't think I can break that tree limb." "No, I've been trying, too," Ed said. He started scanning the ground. I walked behind him, pretending to look for the key. His briefs looked fantastic wet against his butt. With his back to me I dropped the key, still stuck on the electrical tape, onto the ground. "Hey, is this it?," I asked. "Stuck to a piece of tape?" "Yeah, I think so!," Ed answered. I took the key off the tape and unlocked the handcuffs. "Ed, what the fuck happened to you?," I asked again. "Can we talk about it later? I want to get out of here. Can you loan me some clothes?" "I live near here. Let me go back to my place and bring some back to you," I said. Ed twisted his face and kind of moved his hands to cover his underwear. "You don't have to do this, but are you wearing anything under those sweat pants?," Ed asked. "Yeah, I'm wearing biking shorts," I said. Then I pretended to look at him, kind of shocked. "I'm not running back wearing only biking shorts," I said. "Can I borrow them, please? Then I can come back with you without being too embarrassed. I'm worried someone is going to come by and see me. This is a pretty dangerous situation for me to be in," Ed asked. I pursed my lips. "Yeah, OK." But just then we heard a group of people in the distance. They were shouting, "Ed! Ed-boy! We're coming!" Ed looked at me. "We've got to hide, fast!" Still wearing only his briefs, he ran off into some bushes, and disappeared so far into them that I couldn't see him anymore. He took the handcuffs, key, and tape with him. "Come on!," he said to me. I ran into the bushes, too. It felt good to be that close to Ed. We couldn't see much in the clearing, but we could hear the voices coming closer. "Oh shit!," one of them said. "I can't believe it." "He got someone to let him go!," another voice said. "He's a cute little boy, I wouldn't put it past him," said the first voice. I could recognize that voice; it was Steve Billings, who was perhaps the gay man on campus with the most satisfied sex life. He was well known in the "out" community for being very good at identifying closet cases and dating them. "We'll catch up with our little twink later," I heard Steve say. Twink? I looked at Ed again. He didn't look at me or say anything. After Steve and his party left I poked my head out of the bushes. "All clear," I told Ed. "You still want to do this?," Ed asked. I shrugged and said, "Might as well." I pulled down my sweat pants, and Ed looked away. I pulled off my spandex bike pants, as fast as I could, and then put on my sweats. My cock was still partially erect from all the excitement, and it seemed happy to get that brief breath of fresh air. "Here you go," I said to Ed, handing him my bike pants. "I really appreciate this," he said, taking my pants with his left hand. While he spoke, he pulled his underwear off with his right hand. That was a pleasant surprise; it was good to see Ed naked again. He took his time getting into the bike shorts (they were small for him), and I pretended to look away. Ed was still underdressed, to say the least, but it wasn't unheard of to go jogging in bike shorts with no shirt. The two of us jogged back to my apartment. I caught a couple of girls smiling as they stared at Ed, but he didn't seem to notice. II. When we got up the stairs, I grabbed a towel to dry off my hair and offered Ed a towel. I noticed that he had a lot of scratches all over his body from crawling into the bushes so fast. "Let me take care of those," I told him. I sat him on a stool and took some band-aids and peroxide. I started to rub peroxide on each cut and cover it with a band-aid. He brought up the subject first. "Ed, I'm really glad you came by," he said. "Thanks for not asking how I ended up that way." "I figured there must have been a good explanation. Could you lift your arm?," I said. He lifted his arm and I dabbed a scratch by his armpit with peroxide and got a band-aid ready. "It was pretty scary," Ed said. "I was jogging through the woods, and those guys jumped me. They told me to give them my wallet, but I told them I didn't have one. They said they wanted to check for themselves, and forced me to strip naked." "Jesus," I said. "Were those the guys who came back, the guys we were hiding from?" "Yeah," Ed said. "When they had me naked, they searched through all my clothes and saw that I really didn't have a wallet. So they left me there like that, forced to beg someone to let me go." I decided to call Ky's bluff. "That's horrible! We need to report this to the police. I think I know who those guys were," I said, walking towards the phone. "No, that's OK," Ed said. "I'd rather keep this kind of secret, you know? And it ended up OK. It was just a joke." So now it was just a joke. I had him. "Oh shit," I said. "Do you feel that thorn stuck into the back of your leg, right about here?" I rubbed a circle around a small scratch on the back of his right calf. There wasn't a thorn there, just the scratch. "Uh yeah, I think so. Is that a thorn?," Ed asked. "Yeah, let me go get some tweezers," I said. I got up, went to the bathroom, and came back with the tweezers. Ed stood up off the stool and tried to bend around to see it, but he couldn't. "Here, help me keep the skin around the thorn tight. Can you reach behind your leg with both your hands and pull the skin to the sides?," I asked. Ed reached his hands behind his back, then lowered them to his calf and pulled the skin to the sides. I reached over to the table to grab the tweezers, but picked up the handcuffs instead. Ed couldn't see what I was doing. He had his hands behind his body, his wrists close together. It was easy. Two quick snaps and he was mine. "Hey!," Ed shouted out. I grabbed the bike pants and pulled them down off his body, leaving him naked. His cock was erect once again. "You little liar," I said. "Preston and Steve weren't mugging you, were they?" "What the fuck are you doing?," Ed said. "Let me go!" I spun him around and gave him a kiss straight on the lips. He didn't resist. God, that felt good. When I was done, I pulled back and saw that his dick was rock hard. "Preston and Steve are friends of mine. You asked them to do that to you, didn't you?," I said. "I don't know their names," Ed said. "I met the blond one he suggested we go into the woods and have fun." I looked at him up and down. "Stand still," I ordered. I ran my hands over his body, every inch. I tickled his left nipples and the bottom of his scrotum at the same time, then ran my fingers over the crack in his butt. "You were the one who came by in the woods," Ed said. "Yeah," I said. "I get off on this, do you?," Ed asked. I reached down and stroked his dick a few times. He moaned and said, "Let's do it again." I wasn't ready just yet. "Steve and Preston didn't force you to strip in the woods, Ed," I said. "They told me to do it. I had to," Ed said. I started running my finger down his chest again. "Why?," I asked. "They've got a videotape of me," Ed said. "I've got to do what they say." I said nothing, but picked up the blindfold and put it on Ed again. Then I went back to my room, got my 8 mm video camera, and set it up in the corner of the room. I led my naked, blindfolded, handcuffed captive back to my bedroom and had him kneel down. "Do me," I told him, shoving my cock towards his mouth. Unable to see or use his hands, he opened his mouth and felt around for my cock with his tongue. Finding it, he pulled it into his mouth and began to suck while he ran his tongue up and down my shaft, and then nimbly around the head of my cock. He was incredible. I had shot off a few hours before, but I felt it coming back. The sight of this hunk I'd had my eye on for so long now reduced to obeying my commands gave me a power trip that was a huge turn-on, too. And it was all on tape. Right before I came, I pulled out of his mouth and shot him in the face. He was blindfolded, so I don't think he realized what had just happened to him. Before he could complain, I ordered him to turn around. Still on his knees, he awkwardly waddled around until his back was facing me. I had a flashback to that time I saw him in the gym but couldn't pretend to leer. I took a few moments now just to stare at him. I took the key and unlocked his cuffs, and told him to get down on all fours. Pulling his ass cheeks apart with my hands, I penetrated him for the second time in one day. It was even more satisfying, because I could hear him yelp and see him react, all helpless and totally at my mercy and yet loving every minute of it. I rammed in and out of him, getting more into it each time there on my bedroom floor with the camera rolling. I withdrew at just the right time, and shot over his back. I sat back for a second to catch my breath, and then put my dick back in my pants. I went over to Ed, still on all fours, and pulled the blindfold off him. "You look disgusting," I told him. "Go shower." He got up without saying anything and walked into my bathroom. I heard the water running for about three minutes. While he was in there, I rewound the tape, brought my camera into my living room, and started to make a copy with my VCR. When I heard the water stop running, I stopped the dubbing, rewound the VCR, and hid the camera. Ed came out of my bathroom wearing a towel wrapped around his waist. "Come over here," I told him. "Sit down." He sat on the sofa, looking at the TV and VCR. I pushed "Play" on the VCR, and Ed saw what he had just been doing with me. The shot was set up so that you could tell it was him, but you couldn't see whose dick he was working. "Ed, looks like there's two videotapes of you now," I said. He looked up at me with a cute, scared look in his eyes. I reached over and grabbed his towel away. III. Ed told me that Preston and Steve made him do things in Kameny Woods almost every Sunday, around noon, usually in the same spot where I had found him. The next week, I dropped by the spot and set up my camera a few minutes before noon, pointing it at the clearing. Then I left. The camera and tape could record for about three hours, and I figured that would be enough. I took another "jog" through the woods at about 3 pm. I passed Preston and Steve on the trail, and we nodded to each other. Maybe a hundred feet down the trail, I ran into Ed. Ed was stripped to the waist, wearing only his pants and his shoes. "Ed, what happened?," I asked. "I... can't talk right now," he answered. He looked scared. I let him go,. I retrieved my camera, and brought it back to my apartment. I rewound the tape and watched the show. For the first ten minutes, the tape just showed the empty clearing. I fast-forwarded. Ed came into the shot, dressed in his pants and a white T-shirt on it with a beer logo. Preston and Steve followed him in. "Take off your shirt," Steve said, pointing to Ed. Ed paused for a second, and reached down to pull the T-shirt off his head. "Not like that," Preston said. "You're a manly man. Tear it off your body." Steve laughed. "Yeah! Do it!" Ed gripped some of the fabric in each hand and pulled, but the shirt didn't give. "Use the seams, idiot," one of the two boys said. The tape showed Ed grabbing the right-front of his shirt with one hand and the right-back with another and pulling apart. There was a rip, and the shirt tore. Ed started to take it off. "Not so fast!," Preston said. "Jeez, you're eager to get naked, aren't you? Don't worry about that." Preston's face wasn't in the shot, but I knew he was smiling. "Keep tearing that shirt off." Ed ripped the other side of the shirt. Then he tore the collar off. The shirt could no longer hang over his body, and it fell to the ground. Ed caught it, and tore it once more. He really was strong, stronger than his build let on. "Real good, Ed," Steve said. "Now hand over the rest of your clothes. Fast." Ed pulled off his shoes, and then his socks. He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, and pulled them down along with his underwear. Ed gathered all the clothes into a bundle and handed them to Steve, who threw them on the ground. I saw on the tape that Ed was visibly uncomfortable being naked around Preston and Steve. He clasped his hands in front of his crotch, and bent his elbows so that they covered his nipples. Preston and Steve glanced at each other. "Me first, this time," Preston said. He reached down and picked up the shreds of Ky's shirt, and led Ed over to the tree where I had found him last week. Using Ky's own shirt fabric, Preston tied Ky's hands over his head to the tree limb, leaving him totally exposed. Ed was erect, so I felt less sorry for him. Both Preston and Steve started stripping. Preston got naked first. I'd never seen him in the buff; he had a great chest, a nice small ass, and a giant dick. Preston walked behind Ed and started fucking him. Steve was at the edge of the clearing looking out into the woods. A lookout, I guess. I could only see Ed from the front, and he didn't look like he was enjoying it. He just had a blank look on his face, and moved back and forth with Preston. Preston stopped and came out in front of Ed, turning towards him and presenting my camera with another fine view of his butt. "What's the deal?," he asked. "You don't seem into this anymore, Ed," he said, with a mocking tone in his voice. "Maybe he found someone else," Steve said, laughing. "Very funny," Preston said. He walked over to Ky's pile of clothes and picked out his underwear. Then he walked over to his own pile of clothes and got a knife. "Ed, this is how it works," Preston said. He held Ky's underwear in front of his face, and then slashed it to pieces. "Give us a good time like a good slave, and you'll be able to go home with at least some of your clothes left. Continue to piss us off, and..." his voice trailed. Preston got behind Ed again and started fucking him again. This time, Ed swayed from side to side, pretending to break loose from his bonds and occasionally begging Preston to stop. This seemed to turn Preston on a lot more than the previous session of vanilla sex, and he cried out orgasmically after only two or three minutes. Ed came, too, and squirted his juice on the forest floor before him. Watching the tape, I started to get a serious hardon myself. These guys were far more hard core than I thought. I would never be this nasty. It was Steve's turn. He borrowed Preston's knife and cut Ed down. Ed rubbed his shoulders for a bit, but then resumed his previous posture, trying to hide his crotch and body from prying eyes. "Lay down on the ground, slave," Steve said. Ed obeyed, lying face up. Steve took a strip of cloth and bound Ky's ankles together. "Flip over," Steve commanded. Ed flipped, and Steve bound Ky's elbows as close together as they could go, forcing Ky's arms to stick out at his sides. "See your mess all over the ground there?," Steve asked, pointing to the area where Ed had jizzed on the forest floor. "Clean it up. With your tongue." Ed was a few feet away from his mess, so he started to squirm towards it. Steve, already very erect, started stroking his cock as he watched Ed. I was getting off watching the tape, too. Ed reached the area and started sticking out his tongue to lick up his stuff. Steve started to squat over Ky's butt, rubbing his cock on both his own hand and on Ky's lower back while he watched the fun. But then Ed gagged, and it looked on the tape like he spat something out. "Gross!," Steve said. He stood up, went to Ky's pile of clothes, and took one of Ky's socks. "This is your second warning, Ed," Steve said. He took the knife and cut the sock to shreds. "You don't have much left to cover your body with on the walk home." Ed started squirming some more, trying his best to lick up as much as he could without gagging again. Steve started stroking himself harder, and resumed his position over Ky's butt. After five minutes, Ed panted and said, "All done, sir." "Not yet, Ed," said Steve. "The leaves. Eat them." Ed seemed to pick up the first leaf with his teeth, pull it into his mouth while he chewed, and swallow. The grimace on his face was visible, and he seemed to gag again. "You're really pissing me off!," Steve said. "I want you to enjoy this! Final warning!" Steve grabbed Ky's last sock and cut it to shreds, too. "Eat faster!" Ed grabbed a second leaf with his mouth, chewed less this time, and swallowed more of it whole. "Your fucking pants are on the line, Ed. Eat faster!," Steve said. Ed grabbed several leaves at once with his mouth. His nose and chin were covered with mud by this time, and he had to deal with Steve hovering over his asshole ready to pounce. I felt bad watching this guy I liked so much being so utterly humiliated, but it was a huge turn-on for me to watch all of this. Ed chewed all the leaves at once and swallowed. This seemed to be enough for Steve. He let out a little grunt and penetrated Ed. The force of his body on Ky's knocked Ed to the ground. Steve pumped in and out of Ed for a moment, then pulled out and jizzed all over Ky's back. Steve quickly reached out and grabbed his own cock. "Flip over, fast!," Steve barked. Ed flipped over. His chest and face were covered with mud. Steve let go of his cock, and jizzed again, this time on Ky's chest. "Congratulations, you've earned your pants," Steve said. Steve laid back and panted for a bit. Preston left the lookout and started to get dressed. He handed Steve his clothes, and Steve got dressed, too. Preston grabbed the knife and cut Ed free. "You eat dirt well, Ed," Preston said. "Let's see you clean yourself with your tongue." Ed stuck out his tongue and started to lick the dirt off his chin. "That won't work, dear," Steve said. "Use your paws, like any dog." Ed licked the palms of his hands and used the spit to wash the cum and mud off his chest. He seemed to just smear stuff at first, but as he got wetter he got cleaner, too. Just then, my tape ran out. I rewound and started making copies. The tape ended a little early for me, but I think I could figure out the rest. IV. I called Preston the next night to see what was up. We chatted for a bit, and I invited him and Steve over to my place. We talked about stuff around campus, guys we'd slept with, the performance of our college football team (on and off the field), and other shit. Eventually I picked up the phone and called Ed over. I thought he'd enjoy our company. Ed came over, and I gave him a drink. He didn't look at Preston or Steve, and they acted like nothing was unusual. "Hey, you guys want to see a tape I have?," I asked them. And I popped it in and pushed play. I'd seen the tape enough times already, so this time I watched Preston and Steve's faces. "Holy shit," Preston said softly. "Hey Preston, I can't quite spot your technique in this scene," I said. "Were you spanking him just then to tighten Ed up, or -" "Shut up," Preston cut me off. "What do you want?," Steve asked quietly. "It's a pretty tolerant campus. Ed might not be comfortable being out, but we three know everyone accepts gays here, right guys?," I said, not waiting for an answer. "But this - this is kind of different, right? They might not like that you guys did this to poor old Ed," I said. "What do you want?," Preston asked. "Strip naked," I commanded. "All of you." I watched them all strip. Preston and Steve were even better in person. When the three were done, I ordered them to stand there passively. I went back to my room, and returned with my camera again and a blank tape. Ed wasn't the only one who was uncomfortable being naked. All three of them were standing with their hands covering their cocks. "Hands behind your heads. All of you," I said. I shot some good footage of all three of them standing there buck naked, just for my scrapbook. I ordered Preston and Steve to get down on all fours. I took a condom and rolled it over Ky's erect cock. "Go to it, boy. I want to see them wince." Ed got down on his knees and started to fuck Preston. As he worked him in and out, I ordered Steve to get behind Ed and clean Ky's asshole with his tongue. Watching the three work, I walked around all of them, videotaping everything. Just when Ed seemed ready to come, I ordered him to stop, and I made Preston and Steve switch positions. Preston seemed really disgusted with what I made him do, but who was he to complain about being humiliated? Finally, Ed came. I figured I had rewarded him enough. I ordered the three naked men to lie face down on the floor. They were facing the TV, which was still showing the tape I had made. I got two handcuffs from my room. I handcuffed Ky's right hand to Preston's left, and Preston's right hand to Steve's left. The handcuff attaching Preston to Steve was the same one they had used on Ed the day I first found him. I stared, and admired the three naked men lying face down on my floor. Then I stripped myself, rolled on a condom, and started to work on each of them, going left to right. Ed was familiar territory by now, and I didn't want to stay on him too long. I had never done Preston before, and he was a good fuck - at least considering the circumstances. I had done Steve once before, and he was everything I remembered. By the time I had finished with all three, the tape had run out and all you could hear in the room was static from the TV, heavy breathing, and some whimpering. It was about 4 AM, and I had had enough for one night. "OK guys," I said. "Stand up." That was fun to watch. The three dudes had trouble getting up. Finally they managed to all pull their legs in, switch to a kneeling position, and then straighten up. I took out one set of keys and uncuffed Ed from Preston, and then fastened the loose end of the cuff on Ky's other arm behind his back. "Go to my bedroom, Ed," I said. He did. I grabbed Preston and Ed by the shoulders and pulled them to my front door. I opened it, and pushed them into the hallway. "Christ, someone will see us!," Preston whispered. "You both look like you're about Ky's size," I said, ignoring him. "You two owe him for two sets of clothes, by my count. And I owe you for one pair of handcuffs. Looks like we're settled." "Let us go. Please," Steve said. "Why don't you two hot fellas make your way back to Kameny woods and spend your time looking for the key to those cuffs? I left them there," I said. Then I slammed the door in their faces. Through the peephole, I saw them slink away, wearing nothing but their own handcuffs. Going to my bedroom, I found Ed sitting on my bed, expectantly. I stroked his shoulders as we both looked out the window onto the street. Sure enough, we saw Preston and Steve run across the street, in a mad dash for Kameny Woods. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Approved for posting - Mykkhal - ASSGM Moderator ASSGM Guidelines/FAQ: http://www.geocities.com/WestHollywood/Heights/8885 ASSGM Archive: http://members.tripod.com/~assgm ASSGM Mailing List: to join, send the command word: subscribe in a message (not the subject, but the message body!) to: assgm-request@duh.org In the words of an ASSGM subscriber: "Hopefully jacking off is healthy. If not, I'll die soon." -------------------------------------------------------------------------

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MASTER OF DISCIPLINE ''get on the massage table, kid. Hurry.'' Larry jumped on the table and laid back. Don, grabbed Larry's hard cock and pulled the jock down his legs. Then he went to his desk drawer and pulled out a tube of gel and smeared it all over Larry's dick. still wearing his distented jock, he climbed up on the table and straddled Larry's hips. Reaching behind him, he grabbed Larry's cock and aimed it at his asshole. Slowly he lowered himself onto the bigguy dick. Larry looked down to see his cock disappearing into the young coach's butthole. The coach's jock was soaked with precum jizz. ''fuck me, kid! Fuck me good and hard....yeah....that feels great all the way up in me.'' the coach said honestly. Larry's body was trembling with the need to cum. For five minutes he pumped his dick in and out of the coach. Al the time the coach talked dirty to Larry driving his excitement even more. ''fuck me good guy. Yeah. I want to feel you blast a load of teen cum up my hole. Make that teen prick feel like a million. Every since I saw your cock hardening in that jock when you were inspecting Henderson's sore ass, I knew I had to have it crammed in my butt.'' ''I can't hold back...I'm gonna cum.. I am cumming...'' Larry screamed. He bucked wildly as his dick fucked deep into the phys ed instructor's slick, hot butt. Pow! Pow! Waves of sexual torment wracked through his body as he shot a big load of cum into the man. Larry looked down at the instructor's bulging jock pouch and saw the coach was cumming to. Right through his tight White nylon jock pouch. the hot jizz oozed right through the material and dripped down the outline of his cock shaft. He cried out and squeezed Larry's shoulders as squirt after squirt of manfuck juice saturated the jock pouch. Pulling himself off of Larry's prick, he leaned up and forced his cum soaked pouch into Larry's face, smearing cock cream all over the guy. Larry opened his mouth and welcomed the instructor's jock into it. He sucked the juices out of the pouch with a rage. The sweet salty taste and the smell exhausted Larry. When he'd sucked out all the juices that he could salvage from the wet pouch, the coach collapsed on top of him. they laid in that position for a few minutes and then hit the shower together. Larry was on his way back to his assigned dorm at the Reformatory. his mind was numb recalling each of the male sexual encounters he had had over the last three days. Especially, the coach. Suddenly, the door of a dorm he was passing swung opened and a young stud burst out and ran directly into Larry. Larry's School books flew up into the air as Larry fell to the pavement. His accidental attacker also fell to the pavement. The other guy jumped to to his feet ,''I'm sorry, man. I was in a hurry.'' ''freeze! Both of you!'' a firm voice came from an approaching guard. ''you know the rules regarding fighting! Both of you go directly to your dorm's. I'll be in contact with you in a few minutes.'' ''but we were not fighting. I accentally knocked him down!'' cried Larry's attacker. ''that's right!'' Larry agreed. ''bullshit!'' shouted the guard. The guard took their names off of their nylon wrist straps and ordered them to their dorm rooms. Larry hurried into his barracks, as the dorms were called by the inmates. Upon entering, he rushed to Jim to tell him what happened. The other guys in the dorm gathered around. ''oh, shit!'' Jim said to Larry. ''if you're caught fighting they send you to the dean!'' ''the dean?'' Larry asked. ''the dean of discipline.'' Jim said. ''this is really bad, Larry.'' The other guys offered sympathy to Larry's situation then wandered back to their bunks. Larry fell back on his bunk. It was 7:15 pm. At 8pm sharp, the guard who nabbed Larry came stomped into the dorm and ordered Larry to report to building 86 at once. The guard ordered Larry to don a jockstrap and his pants. No shirt and no socks. The guys watched as Larry changed his clothes quickly and followed the guard out of the door. The guard led him to the door of building 86 and opened the door for the guy. ''this is it, kid. When you come back out of here you won't feel like fighting for a year!'' Larry heard the door close and lock behind him. A cement staircase was ahead of him. There was no way out. He slowly climbed the stairs lit only by bare light bulbs. At the top of the stairs was a sign with three words on it: attitude adjustment center He opened the door beside of the sign and walked into a room where six other guys were sitting on wooden straight back chairs along one wall. the room was stark. A set of double doors held a sign reading ''dean.'' He looked at the other guys and they looked up at him. Fear was in all of their eyes. Suddenly fear came over Larry too. He sat down beside the guy he had encountered to get into this mess. ''I'm Ron voight. I'm really sorry I got you into this mess. you'll never forgive me for this, I know, but I'm really sorry.'' the guy seemed very sincere. ''it's not your fault. It's the guard's fault for being so stupid. now, exactly what are we in for?'' ''I've only heard rumors of what goes on here,'' Ron said. One of the youngest guys, a blond young kid, was whimpering. He looked up and said,''none of us have been here before but I hear it is terrible what the 'dean of discipline does to guys.'' The double doors opened and a guard came through them into the waiting room. ''I see you are all here. You've all probably heard stories of how we are forced to deal with those of you who just can't adjust to our facility. What you will experience throughout the rest of this night is done to adjust your behaviorial pattern. If you offer any, let me reinterate, a n y resistance you will find it will be the worst mistake you've ever made. You are all to go into the room now and line up facing the desk in the room! Move!!!'' The guys rushed into the room and lined up facing the desk. The room was dimly lit but the guys could see that the big room was filled with all kinds of tables and equipment. A large first aid kit hung on one wall. From the rafters hung several sets of chains with wrist clamps at their ends. They heard the double doors close behind them. Then it's lock was secured. The guys stood facing the desk for fifteen minutes before any- thing happened. It was the last fifteen minutes of peace they were to enjoy for many, many hours. A booming voice from behind them shouted ''turn around, fools!'' the guys did an about face and their eyes feel onto a huge hulk of a man dressed in black leather from head to toe. Moreover, he wore a leather mask so the guys could not identify who the dean of discipline was. The dean walked up to the guys and inspected each one. ''take off your pants!'' he shouted. The guys scurried to get thier pants off. All were soon again lined up wearing jockstraps. ''bend over and grab your ankles!'' the guys complied as the dean walked behind them. He inspected each of the guy's asses. He ran his leather gloved fingertips over some of them. When he got to the young blond who was whimpering in the ante room, he ran his fingertip up and down the crack of his ass and then asked, ''what's your name, guy?'' ''Glenn, sir. Allen Glenn.'' ''well, Glenn, I think you and me are going to be real good friends tonight. That is...if you cooperate like a good little lad,'' the dean said. ''yes, sir. Whatever you want!'' ''very good, guy. Now, I am going to start off by spanking each of your friend's asses. But, they won't feel the pain as much if thier asses are not wet. So, Glenn, I want you to get behind them and spit on their butts then rub the spit in real good with your tongue. Got it?'' ''yes, sir.'' the youth jumped up and ran behind Larry first. He spit twice, once on each bun and then squated down to lick Larry's butt. the dean was right behind Glenn. Somehow, the feeling of the guy's tongue on Larry's ass excited Larry until he felt the dean's hand come crashing down with great force against his butt. He was hit with such force that he fell forward, flat on his stomach. Before he could get up the dean had knealt down and slammed another spank onto his ass, then another and another and another. Larry cried out in pain as hard blow after hard blow was unleashed on his butt. ''now, get up and shut up!'' the dean ordered. The next guy was prepared for the blow. Though he maintained his stance, he screamed out in pain as his butt was thouroughly beaten by the dean. Young Glenn continued to spit and lick each ass preparing it for the dean. The dean went down the row until he'd finished with the last guy. He then looked down at Glenn. ''shackle them!'' the dean ordered. Glen led each guy to a pair of the shackles hanging from the ceiling and clamped their wrist into the metal locking devices. There was no order to the way the shackles hung and guys were strung up all over the room. As the guy locked each of the other guys into place, the dean checked the locks on each of their wrist and then checked the welts he'd put on their butts. Larry pulled on the chains attached to his wrist. He tested their strength and determined that there was simply no escape. After the dean verified that each guy was secured he looked at Glenn and said,''guy, come over here. Take off my gloves and my boots.'' The guy complied quickly. He crawled over to the dean, somehow he just didn't want to stand and walk. He found that he was somehow enjoying being the servant of the dean. He first pulled off the dean's boots and then pulled off the gloves. The dean reached out for the gloves and the guy handed them to him. The dean looked down into the beautiful innocent face of the young guy. He reached down and gently rubbed his bare fingers over the kid's cheeks. Then, surprisingly, he took the gloves in his left hand and slapped the guy across the face with them. The lad fell backwards but didn't cry out. ''what did you do to end up here tonight, Glenn?'' the youth once again climbed up on his kness and said,''I refused to suck off a cook when I was on kp duty, sir. He told me if I didn't he'd report that I stole food, sir.'' ''why did you refuse to suck his cock?'' the dean asked. ''because I don't like him.'' ''do you like the guys who are here tonight?'' The guy hesitated a minute and then mumbled''..yes, sir.'' ''then I want you to go to each one of them and suck on their jockstrap pouches while I give them more discipline. Any questions?'' ''no, sir. Whatever you want, sir.'' The guy immediately got crawled over to Larry who was hanging closest to him. Somewhat reluctantly, he pressed his face into the full jock pouch and began moving his open mouth all around the sweaty cotton pouch. He pulled back and wetted his tongue and then began running his tongue over the bulging mound. Larry looked down at the youth's face. He was becoming aroused. This surprised Larry considering the circumstances. the dean was also watching the performance of the guy's tongue on Larry's jock pouch. The dean walked over to Larry and squeezed his nipples very hard. Larry's face became contorted and twisted, yet he made no sound. The dean walked behind Larry and began spanking his ass again. Each spank on Larry's butt pushed his jockstrap pouch harder and harder into Glenn's mouth. Larry looked down and saw Glenn's jockpouch tented with a full hard-on. The kid was really getting into this scene. Again and again the dean's hand spanked into Larry's asscheeks. Finally, the dean and Glenn moved onto the next guy. Larry's ass burned. He wished he could rub his cheeks...somehow that always relieved the heat after a spanking. Not that Larry had had that many spankings. He looked over at Ron who was being serviced by young Glenn and spanked by the leather hooded dean. Ron's jockpouch was fully extended from the guy's mouthwork even those he was getting a very hard spanking from the dean of discipline. Then the dean went onto the next guy and then the next. Larry could watched as each of the others got their jocks sucked and their asses reddened. One of the guys, a tall, lanky kid had a har-on in his jock. As the dean spanked him harder and harder the guy moaned as he forced his jockpouch into Glenn's mouth. The cock stretched the jock so far from his groin that Larry could see into it from the sides. when the dean finished spanking his ass, he walked to the front of the guy and pulled Glenn's face back from the crammed pouch. ''looks like you get turned on by spanking and pouch suckin', kid'' ''yes, sir. I just can't help myself,'' the guy told the dean. ''Glenn,'' the dean said,''take this guy's balls out of his jock and suck on them in front of all the other guys.'' Glenn pulled the elastic pouch away from the guy's crotch and reached in and pulled his balls out to the left side of the pouch. The kid's cock remained concealed. The balls were big and almost hairless. Young Glenn cupped the big balls in his small hand then stuck his tongue out and began bathing them with it. The jock covered prick pushed against the ball licking lad's forehead and hair. ''that's good, Glenn. Get them real wet and slippery. Yeah! Now, lick up under them where the jock's straps meet . Good guy. Now try to get both of his balls in your mouth at once....keep tryin' guy....guess you just can't do it. Balls must be packed with a lot of cum....'' the dean of discipline commented. The dean looked down at blond Glenn and ordered him to go to all of the other suspended guys and take their balls out of their jocks and lick their balls too. After receiving the order, Glenn stood up. The youth's own cock was rock hard in his jockstrap too. ''wait a minute, Glenn. Come stand in front of me!'' the dean ordered. He turned the guy facing the suspended guys and from behind the lad, he reached down and began feeling up the guy's hard cock through his tight White jock. The dean began grinding his own crotch against the guy's ass. The sight was turning on all of the other guys. One by one the guys all sprung up hard cocks in their jockstraps. Finally the dean let go of Glenn's cotton covered crotch. A large wet blob of precum juice had oozed from the young guy's piss slit and soaked the jock's material. His prickhead was clearly visible to the other guys. ''looks like you're damn well excited, Glenn. Now, go lick the prisoner's balls. Get them spanking clean!'' the dean ordered. Larry was the first to have his balls cleaned up by the kid. Larry's prick surged to full erection as he watched the young man working his mouth over Larry's balls. Glenn looked up into Larry's face and then winked and placed his mouth right over the head of Larry's bulging cock and ran his tongue over the sensitive head a few times. Larry threw his head back in pleasure. But, it was short lived as the guy moved onto another guy and gave him the same treatment. Larry watched each guy getting his balls washed by Glenn. Glenn turned Larry on. He liked the guy. He liked him a lot. He knew if he got out of this torture chamber alive he was going to have that guy to himself. Glenn looked around the room at the bound guys. He knew he was going to get fucked for the first time in his life and all of these other guys were going to get to watch. ''stand up, guy!'' the dean ordered. Glenn jumped to his feet. The dean leaned forward in his chair and reached for the guy's jockpouch. He kneaded the guy's prick through the guy's pouch for a few minutes. He then reached up and pulled the waistband down to just under the kid's balls. Glenn's young prick snapped to attention. It was uncut and about five inches long. The dean wrapped his right hand around it and began jacking it causing the head to be capped and uncapped. lots of precum juice oozed into a big glob at the guy's piss slit. The dean gathered the guy drippings on his index finger and then pulled the guy back into the spanking position. Larry was mezmerized when the dean spread Glenn's ass cheeks and spread the guy's own precum juices right in the guy's own asshole. The dean worked in the first and second joints of his index finger. Glenn squirmed on the dean's lap as he felt the finger going deeper and deeper into his guy ass. Within a afew minutes the guy's body seemed to stop tensing and began relaxing. Suddenly the guy's body quaked strongly as the dean's finger touched the guy's prostate. The guy surprised Larry when he leaned up to the intruding finger and relaxed again...the guy repeated this act until the dean took over control again and started ramming his finger in and out of the guy's ass rapidly. The dean finally pulled the finger out and ordered the guy to stand. ''you liked that didn't you, kid?'' ''yes, sir. I liked it, sir.'' the guy answered. ''now look around at your buddies. I want you to chose one.'' Glenn looked over all the guy's hanging around him. ''that one!'' the guy pointed at Larry. ''release him from the bonds, Glenn.'' the guy picked up the stool he'd used to stand on when he chained the guys up and placed it beside of Larry. The guy stood directly in front of Larry while he unlatched the wrist shackles. The guy's naked hard cock poked into Larry's face. He could not help himself from taking a quick lick of the hard guycock. His tongue was treated to a hot gush of prefuck jizz. Soon Larry was released and was also standing beside of Glenn directly in front of the dean. The dean's prick was standing at full attention under his leather jock. A lot of precum had worked it's way from underneath the waistband. The dean looked at Larry's body. He ordered Larry to turn around so he could see the results of the spanking Larry took. Then, facing the dean again, Larry dropped his arms to his side and stood erect. ''what's your name guy?'' ''Larry, sir!'' ''Larry, you understand that we've got to train Glenn? We want him to remember this night so he won't steal again?'' ''yes, sir!'' Larry replied to the dean. ''Glenn, strip Larry's jock down.'' Larry dropped to his knees. He tried to grasp the waistband with his teeth but the straps were so tight it was difficult. He placed his mouth right above the protrusion of the dean's cockhead and firmly grasp the jock and pulled it down over the great man's prick a few inches. finally he was able to work the jock down under the balls and down over the dean's thighs. The dean looked into Larry's eyes. The expression of almost pleading was in Larry's face. The dean knew Larry wanted to take the huge manprick in his mouth. The other guys as well as Glenn looked at the largest prick they'd ever seen. Easily eleven inches long and about eight inches around. The dean ordered the guys to stand and remove the chair. As they complied, the dean lowered a black leather sling from the ceiling. He picked up Glenn and laid the guy back in the sling. Then he secured the guy's ankles and ordered Larry to strap the guy's wrist. The sling had no head support so the guy's face dropped back directly into Larry's crotch. The guy's ankles were tied so far above him that his ass cheeks hung slightly over the end of the sling revealing his ass and butthole. ''Larry, get around here. '' the dean ordered. Larry stood in front of the dean. Larry looked at all of the other guy's suspended around them. He knew he was going to do private things in front of all of them but he no longer cared. He wanted only to please the dean of discipline. ''Larry, you and I will make this night a permanent memory in Glenn's mind. I have to fuck him. I want you to prepare my prick for the fuck. Sometimes guys cry out pretty loud when they take my cock for the first time. So, when I start fucking him I want you to cram that hotrod of yours down his throat. Now, get on your knees and get my prick ready for the fuck, guy!'' Larry dropped to his knees and began licking the dean's fat balls. they felt like they were packed with jizz anxious to blast into young Glenn's butt. He worked his way up the shaft kissing and sucking on the sides of the huge dick. Further up until his tongue circled the head of the big cut cock. Larry paid special attention to the spot directly under the head of the backside of the dean's cock. Circumcized guys always were most sensitive there. The dean shook from excitment as Larry worked up to the pricktip. A gush of precum emerged from the tiny hole at the tip. ''leave that there, Larry. I'll use it on his ass,''the dean said as he pulled away from Larry and aimed his spit covered cock toward Glenn's ass. Larry ran into position at the guys head. Glenn opened his mouth to accept, willingly, Larry's dick. All of the guy's watched as the leather hooded dean pushed his cockhead against Glenn's virgin butthole. As he pushed into the guy, Glenn began twisting and trying to get away. Muffled cries were coming from his cock crammed mouth. There was no escaping the fuck. The guy knew that. The dean withdrew the two inches of cock he'd shoved into the guy and allowed him to relax a moment. The guy's cock was soft for the first time in a few hours. It was wet and gooey but soft. After a moment the dean again shoved the two inches into the guy. then another and another. The guy began to twist and squirm again but this time, instead of pulling out, the dean just stopped pushing anymore and allowed the young kid to relax with four inches of cock buried in him. Larry began a fucking motion in and out of Glenn's mouth. Suddenly, a cry was heard from one of the guy's shackled to the ceiling chains. His jockpouch was fully stretched and his prickhead protruded two inches above the waistband. As all of the others watched, his prick erupted shooting wads of fresh hot cum arching into the air landing on Glenn's stomach and chest. ''way to go, mark!'' one of the other suspended guys shouted while his own cock throbbed in his jock. The dean paused during the fuck to watch mark's cum fly. It excited him all the more. He shoved again and again into young Glenn. Finally, with a great shove he sent his cock all the way into the guys ass! Glenn try to scream but to no avail. His throat was filled with cock and it was all he could do to breate. After a full moment of tension his body began to relax. But then the dean pulled his prick out and shoved it in again. ''there's nothing like fucking a guy who ass is freshly spanked. I like this feeling of his hot asscheeks shoved against my groin and thighs,'' the dean admitted to the guys. Soon Larry and the dean were fucking the guy in harmonic motion. in together, out together. Both from opposit ends of the kid. Within a few minutes the guy joined in the fucking motion, the first indication that he was enjoying this, his first fuck. The dean looked down at the guy and saw that his kidcock had sprung into full erection. He wanted to stoke it for the kid but his hands were firly grasping the guy's ankles. ''okay, Larry. Let's give this kid our loads. Let's fill him full of hot cum. Pull your cock out of his throat and just have the head of it in his mouth when you shoot. That way he gets the full benefit of your jizz.'' ''yes, dean, sir. I'm ready to pop right now.'' Larry said. The dean began to pump his dick harder into Glenn. Glenn tried to fuck back but was not too successful considering his bounds. ''here it comes, Glenn! I'm cumminggggggg,'' the dean screamed as a torrent of jizm shot from the base of the huge cock, up the tube to the end of the prick and shot into the young kid. Larry tried to pull his cock from the guy's throat and into his mouth but in the excitment Glenn dropped his head and Larry's prick popped out of his mouth just as Larry began shooting off. Larry 's screams of ecstacy blended with the dean's. ''I'm squirting, Glenn. I'm squirting all over your face. I'm shooting cum into your open fucking mouth. Kid....I cummmming......'' The dean screwed his jisming prick deeper and deeper into the guy. the guy's own cock began shooting off without even being touched. His thin young load of man juice shot everywhere. On the dean's stomach, over onto Larry's chest and onto his own body. The guy's face was covered with cum. He hung his mouth open trying to catch each volley of hot fuck juice that Larry shot at him. Finally, the fuck was completed and the three body's relaxed. The dean pulled his cum slick cock out of the freshly fucked guy. After regaining his breath, the dean spoke to the other guys. ''now, I've shown you how to give a kid a good fuck. I want to make sure you all know how. So, Larry will take off your shackles and each of you are going to fuck Glenn. None of you can cum in his ass! you'll line up and fuck him till you're ready to cum. Just when you're about to shoot, you'll go around the sling to Glenn's face and Larry will jack your load into his open mouth.'' Part iii some time in the future watch for it!!

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Date: Wed, 15 Mar 2000 18:04:07 -0500 From: FF Subject: First Night FIRST NIGHT "I'm shaking!" I said to my friend, as we walked through the front door of his house into the living room. "Are you sure your wife won't come home?" I asked. "She probably won't come home till late tonight." he said. "Relax. In a couple of minitues it'll be like you've been doing it for years." he smiled and said as he sat on the couch. For the past few weeks he'd been joking around with me, making silly bets, then telling me I owed him a blowjob whenever I lost. At first I'd laugh it off, but the past couple of days I'd tell him I was a virgin and would probably do a lousy job. 'Practice my boy' he'd say, 'that's all you need.' My wife is quite beautiful, sexy and horny too, and after 12 years the excitement we find in each other is better now than ever. Sex with a man was the furthest thing from my mind, why the hell would I! Yet for some reason, out of the clear blue, my best friend started joking about me blowing him every chance he got. After awhile, I started thinking he might be serious, and really wanted me to suck his cock, now after nearly two months of keeping it up it seemed like there was no doubt. At the beginning, I thought he was trying to be funny so I'd play along and banter with him, tell him shit like 'I was booked for the day or it wasn't my day to suck, just fuck'. But then when he wasn't around, I found myself thinking about him telling me I owed him a blowjob more and more. Little by little, each time I thought about it, I found myself dwelling on it longer and longer. His constant prodding had slowly worked it's way into my head, causing me to think about it and imagine what it was like, then, slowly,without realizing it, the wonder changed to fantasy. The more he worked on me, the more I thought about it. I started thinking, 'what if I did blow him, I wonder how'd I'd feel with his cock in my mouth'. Whenever I thought that to myself, I noticed a strange feeling come over me, a feeling that I had come to like, and it scared me a bit. He bet he'd be ontime picking me up, and he was. "You owe me a blowjob." he said as we drove off. "Right on time!" As we drove near his house my body suddenly rushed with adrenalin, "If your wife's not home, I'll blow you now, but I have to warn you, I've never done this before." I blurted out. In an instant, I was in his living room, and he was sitting on the couch naked with his legs spread. "I can't believe I'm doing this." I said to him as I knelt. I leaned foward and looked at his cock as I guided it into my mouth. I thought of how it felt in my mouth, soft, meaty, slowly swelling as I sucked on it. It soon hardened and I was now bobbing my head over him as I watched it slide through my lips into my mouth and push against the back of my throat. This is what it feels like to give someone a blowjob, I thought as I pushed his cock in and out of my mouth. I wonder how it'll feel when he cums, I thought. All the thoughts I'd had and all the times I'd wrestled with myself I knew were worth the price to get here. I liked feeling his cock in my mouth and I especially liked the way I felt doing it. "I think I like this!" I looked up at him and said, his cock falling out of my mouth. "I think I like it alot!" For the next half hour or so I moved his cock in and out of my mouth and throat, which I surprisingly found a real turn on, thinking about how I had been slowly and gently coached into doing this. Now I know anything's possible, I said to myself, chuckling and thinking about me there with my mouth full of cock. I wondered if I'd know he was going to cum. Actually I didn't have a clue, maybe because it was my first time, but I soon found out how much of a turn on it was to feel a cock move in and out of my mouth as it gushed and dripped cum. I love having my mouth filled with cock and cum, I kept saying to myself as I pushed his cock in and out a little faster as he came. When I felt his cock beging to soften I stood up,looked at him and smiled. "Imagine me doing that!" I said. "I knew you'd be a natural." he said. "All that brainwashing you did paid off didn't it." I laughed and said. "I'll go get some beer." he told me pulling on his pants and getting up. "I'll be right back." I sat watching tv, thinking about how I got the balls to suck his cock, when I was startled by a voice behind me. "Jill!" I said, looking at her with my mouth open. It was his wife. "I thought you were out." "I'm sure you did." she said, sitting next to me on the couch. She placed one hand on my knee and leaned closer, her face only a foot away. "I don't know what turns me on more." she said in a soft sexy tone. "Watching you suck on my husband's cock, or seeing cum drip down your face." I didn't know what to say, I just looked at her as I wiped the cum from my mouth and chin. "No one has to know, just do what I tell you from now on and it'll be our little secret." she said, in a sly and sexy tone finishing with a commanding look on her face. Jill told me we were going out together and be sure to do as she said, immediately changing her tone of voice to one of insistance, commanding rather than stating. We got up and left, driving to a friend's house, she told me on the way. Inside, she told me to sit, she'd be right back. In a minitue she walked in and introduced me to Rick. "He's a close friend." she told me. We sat and had a drink, making small talk, nothing being said about her catching me blowing her husband. After 10 minitues or so, Rick got up and left, returning shortly, followed by a woman and some men. They all sat down, then Jill started to speak. "Rick and his friends are gay." she said to me. "Patsy is a good friend." looking at her then back at me. "He didn't know I was home and thought it was safe to give his first blowjob." Jill said to them. "To my husband." she added. "He liked it so much he just had to stop in the middle and tell my husband." Jill said, laughing. "I told him no one would ever know. His secret is safe with me." Jill went on. "With me, Patsy and the five of you that is." she teasingly added. "Be nice to them for me, will you. For Patsy and me." she said, looking at me. Watching the five of them take off their clothes turned me on I realized. I'm going to blow them all, I thought, one after the other. That turned me on even more. It excited me to sit in a room with a group of people being the one who was going to suck their cocks, I knew it and they knew it. I was the sucker and I liked the way it made me feel. Moving from one to another, I listened to the casual conversation around me as I sucked cock after cock, my mouth filled with cum again and again. Not only had I found out I liked sucking cock, but I especially liked the way I felt when I was on my knees in front of a group of people, especially when my mouth filled with cum. Finally we left and Jill drove me home. "I think I'll come in for a few minitues." she said. "Say hello to Dawn." my wife. Inside my house, Jill, my wife and I we sat in the living room together talking about nothing, all the while waiting for Jill to tell her about our night. It was driving me crazy. But they just went on and on. Then the doorbell rang. It was Jill's nephew who was staying with her for the summer. He'd seen her car as he walked past, so he decided to stop and ask her for a ride home. Dawn offered him some soda but found we were out, so said she'd go to the market and get some. "I'll be back in a half-hour." Dawn said as she went out the door. As my wife closed the door, Jill said, "For 16, he's got a huge cock.", looking right at me. I knew what was on her mind. In less than a minitue, her nephew stripped and I was kneeling with his cock in front of my face in the middle of the living room. Jill was right, his cock was huge. Bigger than all the others that night. I sucked away as Jill watched, feeling it swell in my mouth. What a turn on, I thought, sucking her nephew's huge cock in my living room while my wife goes out for soda. His cock was so big, my mouth seemed to just suck on the head. I turned and looked at Jill. "I'm going to swallow all of it, just for you." I said. I began lunging foward and felt my throat fill with his huge cock again and again. The combination of feeling myself being stuffed with a huge cock in my living room, thinking we'd soon be sitting there with my wife as if nothing happened and sucking on a 16 year old kid, turned me on incredibly. Not until until cum gushed into my throat and mouth did I slow down. Not two minites later Dawn walked through the door. I sat thinking how close I'd been to her catching me. As Dawn walked into the room with a glass of soda, Jill placed her hands on my face, rubbing, looking at my wife and telling her what a dear I was. It wasn't until she was leaving, when she whispered into my ear, 'you had cum all over you. We didn't want to let her know our secret now, did we!', did I know why. "Your husband has offered to show my nephew around." she said as they were leaving. "You're so lucky to have such a caring man." she said to Dawn, smiling at me then leaving. "He's such a nice boy." Dawn said to me after they left. "So big for his age." "He's huge for his age." I said to her smiling. "It'll be a pleasure to take care of him." Jill and I continued our newly discovered partnership. Funny, I never thought of her being so strong minded before. Then again, I never thought I was the type of guy to be controlled either, but with Jill it came natural. Jill took control and I eagerly went along. Because of her the unknown need for me to please was fullfilled. Jill happily and constantly provided groups of men to suck and boys as well. For nearly two years we secretly carried on together. One day, unbeknownst to me, Jill had decided on a course for the two of us. She had arranged a group of ten men or so and one or two of her close girlfriends, to meet at her house with us. As usual, I stripped naked and sucked the men in the center of the room so everyone could see. After two hours or so, from my vantage point in the room, which was on my knees with a cock in my mouth, I noticed Jill standing to my side, my wife with her. Not knowing what to do, I kept still until the guy finished cumming. Before I could move another guy immediately started shoving his cock in my mouth so I immediately began sucking it. When he finished cumming, my wife was gone. When I returned home later I found her leaving with suitcases in hand. Jill had purposely brought her to see me, knowing she would leave me and get a divorce which is exactly what she did. Soon after that Jill dumped her husband as she had planned, leaving the two of us single. Jill and I are now married, the absolute perfect couple. Jill entertains often, friends who I found to be very easy to get close to. I think back about how diffent things would be if it wasn't for Jill's husband's success in getting me to blow him. It's amazing how people usually have no idea what's inside them. A gentle push in the right direction is all it takes sometimes to open the door. Maybe you like what lies behind the door and maybe not. But if you can somehow overcome the fear that opening the door brings and open it, you might open a life you'd never dreamed could be so rewarding. I was lucky. Thanks to Jill's husband and her, the door opened for me and I was changed forever. I suppose, some people might think that being someone who likes being on his knees in a group of people, sucking their cocks one after the other, feeling your mouth fill with cum again and again, dripping out your mouth so everyone can see it on your face, and someone who has a wife that makes you her suck slave, someone who time and again finds his mouth full of huge cock spurting cum into his throat, forced to suck 16 year olds with incredible cocks in front of people, and who is married to a woman that tells you how much of a special thrill it is when you quietly obey and kneel in front of her as she watches some guy piss in your mouth, is not their idea of fun, well tough shit for them. Jill is perfectly content with the setup and me,.... I wouldn't have it any other way!

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Date: Fri, 15 May 1998 18:52:11 -0700 From: dbrown@ggu.edu Subject: Staking a Claim STAKING A CLAIM It was funny. somehow. He was still a good-looking fellow, or so he'd been told often enough, even if he was pushing forty so hard it was about to turn around and hit him back. But being butch and good-looking and a nice guy didn't seem to make it any easier to find a friend. There was only the one saloon in town where men like him went, and he'd either been with every guy who'd offered, or not been because he didn't want to. New men came in all the time, new hires on the surrounding ranches, or drifters from the mines in the mountains, but Bill often wasn't interested in fellows of their sort. Most of them were young kids, and he didn't have much of a hankering for the young ones, or else they were broken old buggers who wanted the kids and would settle for him, and he didn't want that any more than he did the other. So when this older fellow, looking hale and handsome and like he had a brain somewhere other than his pants came in tonight, well, he'd been real watchful for a while. And the guy was a looker, at least in Bill's eyes. Tall, taller than Bill himself, with a shock of white hair and a thick, well trimmed beard that was white on his jaws but still grizzled dark in his moustaches, and grey eyes set deep under thick grizzled brows. He was dressed like a miner, boots to his knees, worn denim pants and shirt, a brown leather vest under his dun- colored wool coat, a big faded blue bandanna knotted around his neck, and a broad-brimmed brown hat slouched over his face. He'd ordered a drink and then taken a chair at a table in the back, watching the crowd as it gathered for Saturday night. He'd taken off his hat and dropped it on the table in front of him, and his coat he slung over the back of his chair. The table where he sat was under the shadow of the balcony above the main room, and he sat quietly, nursing his drink and studying the crowd. Bill had felt an instant interest in the other man. He had been standing at the bar, and he had watched in the great mirror on the wall behind it as the fellow came in and took his place. Now he had turned to stand with his back to the bar, one leg bent, boot up on the brass rail. The man was off to his left, and Bill was careful not to look too often in his direction. He saw others among the regular crowd note the fellow's presense, but nobody took the trouble to go up and start a conversation with him. After a long while, the man got up, leaving his hat where it was, and his coat, and returned to the bar for a second drink. He came and stood close to Bill, waiting his turn. The cowboy got a closer look at him then. He looked weathered, no, seasoned was the word that came to Bill's mind. His clothes were worn but clean, and the man himself looked and smelled clean. Bill wasn't keen on days' old sweat. When the fellow had his drink, he paused and looked at Bill deliberately, taking him by surprise. He hadn't thought the man had noticed him much, but maybe, he thought, he'd been wrong. The fellow didn't smile, but there was a twitch at the corner of his mouth, and then he gave the younger man a slow wink. And went back to his seat. Bill had stood up straight from his slouch at the bar then, about to start wending his way across to the man's table. Just then, Jack and two of his friends came in, and they stomped right over, slapping him on the back and generally carrying on. Bill hadn't known what to do. They weren't friends of his, really, but in a small town and a smaller group like this, it didn't pay to be rude. And Jack was all right, just a bit rambunctious for his taste. Besides, he thought the other fellow might be watching, and he didn't want to look like some spoilsport or something. Just then, the place started to really fill up, and groups of men, laughing and joking and drinking and occassionally singing along with the music, packed what was only a small saloon, and the crowd blocked Bill's sight of the fellow. Jack and his friends saw more of their cronies, and shouted them over, and it was near to ten minutes before he could ease himself off and try to work through the other men towards the table the new fellow sat at. Through a gap in the crowd, he thought he saw the man, but when he got there at last, it was somebody else, a whole other group of fellows occupying the chairs, and the miner not to be found. He spent near a quarter hour moving from place to place in the room, but he never could see the man again and concluded he must have gone. Bill was pissed with himself. He wasn't sure what he should have done else, but he felt he'd lost the chance to meet the man and done it to himself. He was disgusted, and he pushed his way through the crowd and out the side door of the saloon. It was suddenly cooler, in the night air, and darker in the side alley. The only light was what spilled through the open door of the saloon, and his eyes, unaccustomed to the dark, saw things dimly. Still upset with himself, he started to stomp down the alley, headed for the livery stable where he's stalled his horse. He'd only gone a few steps when he heard the doors behind him swing open with a bang. Turning, he saw Jack and three of his cronies come stumbling down the side steps, laughing and yelling. "Hey, Bill," Jack called, and Bill stopped, a grim look on his face. The four cowboys strode up to him, and Jack put a hand on his shoulder. "Where ya off to, so early?" "I'm tuckered out with the noise and such," Bill said glumly. "I'm goin' home. "Aw, com'on, Bill, " Jack said, "don't go and do that." Bill shook his head and turned to go, but Jack tightened his grip on his shoulder and tried to pull him back. Bill was annoyed, and tried to shake the other man off, but Jack held on. Bill reached up and shoved Jack's hand away, but, to his surprise, one of the other men, who had mostly been joshing and shoving among themselves, said angrily, "Don't do that!" Bill glared at him. "Buzz off, you," he said and turned once more to go. He didn't make even a full step, however, before he was grabbed from behind and dragged back. Suddenly he found himself spun around, two of the men twisting his arms behind him, and Jack standing up close, the man's dark-bearded, handsome face close to his own. He grinned nastily. "I asked ya to stay, Billie boy." Bill jerked and struggled, but the two men held him tight. "Let me go, you damned skunks," he said hotly. Jack glanced at the other men, still with that nasty smile, and nodded. To his surprise and anger, Bill felt rope bite into his wrists, and he realized that Jack's third companion was tying his hands. He fought and struggled, but it was three against one, and in a moment his wrists were secured. Then, to his increased indignation, rope was flipped over his head, and pulled tight, drawing his arms close to his sides. He struggled, knowing it was useless, but unable to stop himself. As the coils were pulled tight and knotted, he glared at Jack. "You no-good, rock-headed, white-livered excuse for a maaaagulummmmmph! Mugulummmmmmph!!" Jack cut off his curse in the middle, snatching a big wadded bandanna from his hip pocket and stuffing it into Bill's mouth. "Mmmmmululummmmph! Mugulllllummmmmpghghhph!" Even as Bill fought the gag, the hand of one of the other men appeared over his shoulder, holding another big bandanna balled up into a soft wad, and Jack took that and forced it into Bill's mouth in front of the first. "Mmmmmph! Mmmmmmmmmph!" Bill felt half-smothered by the double wads of cloth and his desparate shouts were choked off into muffled grunts. From behind his head, one of the other men brought down a bandanna rolled into a thick bandage and pulled it hard between Bill's jaws, dragging the long ends back to knot them tight at the base of his skull. At a hurried order from Jack, the men dragged the now helpless Bill back down the alley, ignoring his useless struggles and choked moans. Half-way back down the building, a wooden staircase rose up to the second story, and they forced Bill with his back up against one of the supporting posts and bound him there. When they had done, they stood around their captive, grinning, Jack in front of him, his hands on Bill's either shoulder. Above the tight bandage holding in his gag, Bill glared at the other man. "Mugulmmmmph! Muggggggummmmmph!" He jerked at the ropes that held him, but he was tightly bound and helpless. Jack dropped one hand down and thrust it into the other man's groin as the others watched. Taking Bill's balls in his fingers, he began to squeese. "You boys having fun?" a deep voice asked. The Jack and his friends turned quickly and Bill twisted toward the sound. The big miner from the saloon stood a few yards away, watching. "What's it to you, old man?" Jack said. The other man shrugged. "Nuthin', if yer friend there don't mind being trussed up like a calf." He grinned suddenly. "Seems to me I've played with more than one cowpoke who liked to be hog-tied for fun." The smile faded quickly. "But I ain't sure this boy's one of'em, and even if he is, it didn't look to me like ya guys played fair with"im. Four boys against one boy ain't too square, to my way of thinkin'." Jack's friends had exchanged glances while the big man spoke, and now they looked at Jack. Jack glanced at Bill, who glared at him impotently above his gag, and then back at the miner. "He's a stuck up bastard," he said sullenly. "Thinks he's too good for the likes of us, always acts uppity, and like he knows things we don't." The miner smiled grimly and shrugged. "Maybe he does, ya know? But either way don't give you rights to truss and gag the boy like you done. "Hell," Jack said. "We were just funnin' him. We didn't hurt him none." As the two men were speaking, Jack's friends had eased themselves around behind Jack. Now one of them pulled at Jack's arm. "Com'on, Jack," he said in a low voice. "Yeah," another chimed in, "let's get goin', Jack. Com' on." Jack looked over at Bill and then allowed himself to be drawn off. Muttering amongst themselves, and glancing back at the big miner as they went, the little group moved off towards the front of the bulding. By the time they had reached the side door of the saloon, they were laughing at some remark of Jack's, and they pushed each other up the steps and back inside. Before he was last in, Jack called back, "He's all yers, buddy," and then gave a mocking yip and jumped through the door. Bill had watched them leave. Now he turned and found the big miner standing beside him and looking at him with an odd expression on his face, half-quizzical, half-sympathetic. "Mmmmph." Bill mumbled into the soft wads of cloth stuffing his mouth. The miner grinned. "Got ya pretty well gagged up, don't they, son?" he said gently. Bill, to his atonishment, found himself nodding. The miner nodded in return, and then srorked Bill's cheek with a gentle hand. He shook his head. "There's somethin' about a big, nice-lookin' boy like you, all tied up and gagged up and helpless-like that does somethin' to me." His fingers continued to caress the younger man's face lightly, stroking his cheek, his jaw, his chin, the thick roll of the bandanna tied so tightly through his mouth. Strangely, Bill found the touch of the big man's fingers soothing, and he seemed to forget the discomfort of the ropes and the gag. He was hardly surprised at all when the miner moved in close to him and embraced him, wrapping one long arm around his bound torso, stairpost and all, and cradling his head against his shoulder with the other. "Ya know ya're all right with me, don't ya, son? even tied and muzzled like ya are, don't ya?" Bill tilted his head back and looked into the man's gray eyes. He suddenly realized that his sex was hardening in his jeans. Jack and his friends taking him by force that way had scared him, but to be bound and gagged with this man was different. He had been tied, and gagged as well, for love-making many times in his life, and knew he liked it, when he trusted the man who trussed and muzzled him. He was being foolish, he thought, with this man, with whom he'd not exchanged even one word, yet he felt himself relaxing easily into submission with the tall miner. As he thought this, the other man reached behind his head, and he felt the knot in the bandanna tied through his jaws loosen. The thick roll of cloth fell away, and the miner tucked it into a pocket of his coat. He grinned at Bill. "Come in handy, latter." Then he gently drew out the wads of cloth from cowboy's mouth, letting the younger man ease his jaws. Despite the relief, Bill realized he wasn't entirely happy about having the gag removed. The miner moved behind him and he felt the rope holding him to the stairpost loosen, and then the miner was back in front of him again, coiling the rope to sling it up his arm and over his shoulder. He made no move to free the younger man's hands and arms, however, as the he straightened up. With a grin, the miner took him by the shoulder and turned him toward the foot of the stairs. "I've got a room up there, for tonight. Ya wanna see it, son?" Bill looked up at the taller man for a long moment. Then, slowly, he nodded. The miner nodded in return, and then guided him up the stairs to the second floor back door of the hotel. He took a quick look down the dimly lit hall before leading the bound man inside and in the first room at the back. The man took off his own broad-brimmed hat, and his companion's as well, and took them with him to drop them with his coat on a chair near the door. Then he struck a match and lit the kerosene lattern that stood on a little table beside the iron bedstead. He returned to draw the other man into his arms. Bending down slightly, he pressed a warm kiss onto Bill's mouth, crushing the man to his broad chest in a bear hug. When he pulled away at last, Bill's cock was harder then ever, and he pushed up against the miner, eager to stay in his strong arms. The miner grinned down at him. "Ya're a handsome cuss, cowboy. And that was a sweet kiss. But now ya know what I'm gonna do, don't ya?" As he spoke, he stroked the side of Bill's neck slowly with the strong fingers of his right hand. Bill nodded. "Yeah. Ya're gonna gag me." "That's right, son," the man said in a low voice, "that's what I 'm gonna do, son. I'm gonna gag ya. Ya want me to gag ya, don't ya?" Bill looked up at the older man and realized it was true. He did want this man to gag him, and to finish tying him, and to take him on that bed across the room, all tied and gagged and helpless in his big arms. He nodded. "Yeah, I want ya to gag me." He said it softly, his eyes dropping from the other man's gaze, a little ashamed at saying it out loud. But he knew it was true. The man bent down and kissed him on the mouth again, cupping the back of the younger man's head in one hand and ruffling the short hair above his neck with his fingers. Then he crossed over to where some saddlebags hung over the the footstead of the bed. He took out a couple of big bandannas and returned to where the bound man waited. The other man stood docilely, as eager and excited, now that he had acknowledged it, to be gagged by this man as he had been angry and frightened to be gagged by Jack and his cronies. The miner took the wads that the others had used to gag Bill from his pocket, and wrapped them up together in one of his own bandannas to make an enormous wad of cloth. Cupping the back of the cowboy's head in one big hand, he thrust the wad into the younger man's mouth, stuffing it fully in to pack his mouth solidly from throat to lips. As the gag filled his mouth, Bill felt his cock stiffen. He moaned hopelessly. The gag was enormous, a huge wad of soft cloth. He was torn between the heart-quickening excitement he always felt when another man gagged him this way, and the suppressed panic he always felt at his realization that he was truly gagged now, silenced and helpless. As he looked up at the big miner, his jaws distended around the big ball of cloth, the soft lobe of it just thrusting out a little under his thick mustache, the other man deftly rolled his other bandanna into a thick bandage. Bending close to the younger man, so close Bill felt his warm breath on his eyes, in his hair, the man pressed the middle of the bandanna roll between his jaws, forcing the huge gag in deeper. He was looking down at his companion with an expression that made clear to the yoiunger man that gagging him like this was a fierce and overwhelming need for him. Bill felt his own arousal rise in response to the strength of the other man's desire. As he gazed up at the big miner, he felt the man wrap the long ends of the bandanna around his head and drag them into a hard, unyielding knot at the back of his head. For a moment, then, the miner held him, one arm cradling him closely against his chest, the other lifted, the fingers of his big hand gently caressing the bandanna bound so tightly through the man's gag-filled mouth. Bill looked up at the other man, slipping deeper into his own arousal at being so helpless, so tied, so gagged, so utterly at the other man's mercy, At the same time, his own excitement was increased by his amazed and wondering realization at how strongly just the act of gagging him excited his big companion. He was somehow not surprised when the older man suddenly began to drag him towards the foot of the bed. "I got to do it, son, I just gotta," the miner said in hoarse voice, He pushed Bill against the bedstead and reached into his saddlebag, dragging out several more bandannas and dropping them on the bed. The bound man surrendered gladly as the big man tied them, all three of the big squares of soft cloth, over his mouth. Before, the man had done his work methodically, slowly, with careful attention to what he was doing. Now the big fellow was almost in a frenzy. He snatched up each big bandanna, hastily folded it on the diagonal into a broad bandage, and tied it tightly over Bill's mouth, forming a thick, triple layer of soft cloth over his lips and around his head, sealing his mouth from nose to chin. Though he had been gagged before by men who liked having him thoroughly silenced for love-making, Bill thought he had never yet been gagged so thoroughly and so lavishly, nor by a man who so obviously found the very act of stuffing and tying a huge gag into his mouth so arousing. As the big miner finished knotting the third bandanna around the cowboy's head, he pulled the younger man tightly into his arms and held him there, crushed against his broad chest, stroking the fellow's thick hair with one calloused hand. "Mmmmmph. Mugummmmmph. Mmmmph." Bill moaned helplessly into the soft gag, his face pressed close to the man's neck. He was beginning to loose himself into the caresses of the man, into his helpless submission to the fellow's attentions. As if he sensed that, the older man guided him to the side of the big bed and half eased, half forced the man down onto it. For a moment they stayed that way, the cowboy lying back half on the bed, gazing up with an almost puppy-dog look of grateful arousal on his handsome face, the big miner looking down at him with a look of tenderness strangely mixed with triumph. Then the older man reached down and took off the other man's spurs, letting them drop with a jingle to the wooden floor. He swung the bound man's legs up onto the bed. From the head of the bed, he took down some rope. Working again with his former methodical manner, he bound the other man's feet together, lashing the rope around his ankles and then down between them and under his bootsoles close against the heels and back up once more, repeating this several times before knotting it off tight. Then he used another length to bind Bill's legs together below and above the knees, securing the man throughly. When he was done, he stood for a moment looking down at the younger man. Bill was utterly helpless now, at the man's mercy, and he knew it. The ropes Jack and his cronies had used bound his hands and arms behind him, and the ropes on his legs were tight and unyielding. The gag was the most effective gag he'd ever met with, filling his mouth with a huge, packed in wad of soft cloth that was bound in securely by the multiple bandages of the miner's big bandannas. He tugged at the ropes, excited to feel how they held him secure, hardly giving in response to his struggles. He took a deep breath and tried to shout, but the gag defeated him, smothering his cry into a choked grunt. The miner looked down at him, and there was something in the intensity of his gaze that told him that the man found his struggles immensely arousing. With a movement that seemed surprisingly agile in so big a man, the miner climbed onto the bed and over Bill, to stretch out beside the bound man and take him gently into his arms. The dimlit lamp was on the yonger man's side, so that the light shone on him. For a long while, the older man did nothing but hold his bound and gagged companion in his embrace, gently stoking him on his head, his jaw, his chest, his belly. It seemed to Bill that for now, the miner was content with this possession of him. To have him helpless in his arms, tightly bound up with lashings of rope, thoroughly gagged with the bandannas stuffed and tied into his mouth, and to caress him gently wherever he pleased, that seemed enough. Bill found himself staring up at the man in a drifting state of arousal that demanded for the moment nothing more than to be as he was, tied up, gagged, helpless in the big man's arms, soothed and yet excited by his slow caresses. After a long while, the big miner began to speak, his deep voice low and controlled. Bill, pressed so close, could feel the fellow's voice rumble in his chest. "I'm gonna have ya, cowboy," he said softly. "Ya know that, don't ya, son? I'm gonna have ya. I've got ya all tied up now, all roped up, hands and arms and legs all bound up with that rope. Ya can't get away from me now, cowboy, even if ya'd a mind to, but I'm sure hoping ya don't. Ya don't, do ya, son?" He bent close to the other man, his bearded face inches from his, his gray eyes staring down intently into the younger man's blue eyes. Bill sighed and moaned hopelessly into his huge gag. He shook his head slowly. "Umm ummmmmmph. Umm ummmmmph." The miner smiled, showing strong, clean teeth. "I'm glad, son, real glad. I want ya so bad, cowboy. Ya're such a handsome galoot, so tall and strong, but there's something like a kid about ya, and I like that, cowboy." While he spoke, he went on stroking Bill, who lay in his bonds close beside him, helpless, silenced by his gag. "Ya got a nice head a' hair, cowboy," the miner went on softly, "I noticed straight off in the bar, and that nice mustache over that sweet mouth of yers. God, I'd like to kiss ya again, son, but I want ya gagged like ya are even more, son, oh my yeah, I want ya gagged." He ran his fingers gently over the thick swath of bandannas that were bound over Bill's mouth and around his head, sealing in his big gag. "Ya really are gagged, aren't ya, cowboy, that's a gag and a half, ain't it?" Bill moaned. "Mmmmmph. Mugulummmmmmph." As he did, he felt the miner's arms tighten around him, and the man moved against him caressingly. "O cowboy," the big man said in a voice that held a tremor in it, "when ya moan like that, son, when ya make them muffled up, gagged sounds like that, ya get me so hot, so hard feeling, so damned excited, son, it's all I can do not to take ya right now, right NOW," and he squeezed him tight, "but no, son, I wanna take this easy and slow, ya're too good to waste on rushing fast, cowboy." He stroked the man's thick hair back from his brow, and simply feasted his eyes on the bound and gagged fellow, a glow of deep arousal lighting up his face. Then he began his caresses once more.. After a long moment, Bill realized that the man's touch was more directed now, that the man's hard fingers were still gentle, but they had begun to pause over his nipples and to caress them through his clothes. Then the miner would run his hand all over his shoulders and side again, and then he would bring his hand back to his nipples. A few moments later, the bound cowboy felt the older man pushing his vest aside, and working slowly at the buttons of his heavy denim shirt. The man slipped his hand inside, and he gently pinched Bill's nipples through the rough cloth of his longjohns. Then he drew his hand out and returned to caressing the younger man all over, and he roughed up the fellow's thick hair, rubbing the strands of it between his tough fingers. A little while later, his hand slipped inside Bill's shirt once more, pinching his nips, a bit harder this time, and he repeated these motions for a long while. The cowboy writhed in his bonds and moaned into his gag, but he was helpless to influence the other man's pace, could only lie there and allow the miner to stimulate him or not, as he pleased. Some time went past, with Bill growing slowly more aroused, and the miner undid the buttons of the bound man's longjohns and slipped his hand inside against his naked skin. He had been silent for some time, but now he began to murmur at Bill's ear again. "Fuzzy, ain't ya, cowboy? Got a nice little crop a' chest hair, ain't ya, son? I like that. I like that ya're a man, cowboy, even if there is that bit of a kid in ya. I like the kid in ya, yeah, I do, son, I really do, but I like that nice fuzzy chest a' yers, too." As he spoke he rubbed his rough palm against Bill's nips. The younger man's nipples were tender now, from all the attention they'd received before, and even just that slide of rough palm against them touched him off, and he struggled in his ropes and moaned. "Mmmmph. Mugulummmmmmph. Mummmmummph." "O yeah, son, ya just do that, son, ya just moan into that nice big gag I've got in yer mouth, cowboy. I like hearing ya do that, I do indeed, cowboy." He pinched the bound man's nipples with sudden ferocity, and he jerked helplessly in his ropes and grunted. "Mugugggumph!" The miner went back to gently caressing the other man's nips for a while, and then he drew out his hand and caressed Bill's hair and throat and shoulders once more, stroking gently. He followed this with a sudden attack on the man's sensitive nipples, evoking the reponse of struggles and grunts again. For a while then, he followed this pattern, alternately caressing and pinching, at uneven intervals, so that his bound companion was unsure what to expect at any one moment. After a time, the miner started to let his hand roam far down Bill's side, stroking and palpitating, and squeesing the firm flesh and muscles of his waist and hip and flank. Once in a while, he gave the man's side a slap, and Bill saw, through half-closed eyelids, that the bearded fellow was grinning down at him. A slap was usually followed by a gentle caress of his nipples, but sometimes it was followed by a firm pinch, and Bill twisted in his ropes and moaned into his gag. His cock had been straining hard in his jeans for what seemed hours now, and the big man had so far not even grazed it. Suddenly, on one long sweep of his hand, pressed hard down his side, the miner slipped his big fingers into Bill's groin and palpitated the other man's hard cock for a moment. "Gettin' hard, cowboy, ain't ya? It makes ya hard, don't it, my tying ya up all helpless, and stuffin' a big gag in yer mouth, and playin' with ya like this? It gets me, hard, cowboy, I can tell ya, real hard." "Mmmmmmph. Mmmmph!" "Yeah, son, ya just keep moanin' into yer gag like that." The big miner squeezed Bill's cock once more, and then went back to caressing his head and chest. And then was back at his groin once more, He was gentle with the other man's cock at first, stoking it firmly but slowly through the man's jeans. But after a time, he began to squeeze harder, and Bill found himself encouraging the man, striving to press his groin against the fellow's fingers and moaning into his gag. "I got ya almost ready now, don't I, cowboy? Yer're gettin' real hot and bothered, ain't ya, son?" Bill found himself moaning into his gag and nodding. He was hot, as the man said, hotter than he'd been in a long time. The way this big man had made him so helpless, had bound him and gagged him so that he was utterly at the fellow's mercy, and then had made such long and half rough, half tender love to him, it had all raised him to the edge of excitement. He felt the man's fingers working at the buttons of his fly, and then at the buttons of his longjohns, and then the rough fingers curled around his hot and aching cock and squeezed it, and he cried out into his gag. "MMMMPH!" The miner jerked him harder into his embrace and he pressed his bearded lips close to the bound man's ear. "I'm gonna take ya now, son. I tole ya I was gonna have ya for mine, and I meant it, and I am. Ya're such a good-looking cowboy, son, such a handsome buckaroo, and ya're gonna be mine, I'm gonna have that sweet ass a' yers for mine, son, just fer me." As he crooned this and the cowboy thrashed helplessly in the hard circle of his embrace, the older man was slowly winding his companion over onto his side and pulling him in close. Bill felt the man unbuckling his belt and tugging at his jeans, and soon the miner had pulled the heavy denim pants down towards his knees. Then he felt the man working at the buttons on the back of his longjohns, and soon the flap of them was pulled away and down. As he took the firm muscle of Bill's backside into one hand, the miner sighed heavily into the fellow's ear. "What a sweet ass, cowboy, what a sweet round ass ya got, cowboy, and I'm gonna take that ass, ain't I, son, yeah, I'm gonna take that sweet as a' yers, and ye're gonna let me, huh, 'cause ya ain't got much choice, do ya?" He pressed even closer to younger man, his lips right against the his ear. "Ya want me to take yer sweet ass, don't ya, son, ya want me to?" His voice was almost a whisper, low and crooning. Bill nodded his head and moaned. The man's firm lips kissed his ear, and then he turned Bill's head towards his own, and he kissed the other man all over the side of his face, his lips hard, his tongue soft. "That's my sweet cowboy, yeah, son, ye're my sweet cowboy, all tied and gagged and helpless like a calf, ain't ya, and ye're mine, ain't ya?" Bill nodded frantically and moaned his submission into his huge gag. Suddenly but for half moment only, the miner was gone. And then he was back, and Bill heard the soft plop of a jar opening, and then he felt the miner's fingers slipping something cold and slick against his asshole. He struggled a little, and moaned into his gag, but the miner held him close with one arm while he went on greasing his asshole with the other. First he simply rubbed his finger agaisnt the tight seal, and then he began gently to work one fingertip inside, lightly and then more firmly prodding, pressing insistently but not forcing. Bill let him in, and then the finger eased in deeper, and came out, and probed deeper and then out, and then it was two fingers, and the cowboy tightened a little and moaned softly into his gag. And then he eased again and the miner slide his two fingers in deep and probed and rubbed and Bill moaned with pleasure now. The miner eased out and in and then it was three fingers, but that eased sooner than before, and then Bill heard the miner whispering into his ear. "I'm gonna have ya now, cowboy, ye're gonna feel my hot cock in that sweet ass of yers, cowboy," and as he spoke, the bound man felt the firm tip of the man's cock pressing against his opening, and then suddenly it was in, and he jerked and moaned, and then the man was slowly, so slowly pressing his cock in farther, and pausing, and pressing, and pausing, and the cowboy found he was pressing back, and he felt the miner's lips curve in a smile against his ear, and the man whispered, "O son, yeah, now ya give yerself to me, all tied and gagged and helpless, but ya give yerself, don't ya, O migod, ya've got such a sweet ass, cowboy, O migod, cowboy, O son, O yeah, let me into ya, son, O yeah." And as he crooned into Bill's ear, he brought his slick hand around and took Bill's stiff dick in the curl of his hard fingers, and he began to run his tight hand up and down the younger man's cock while his own dick thrust in and out of his ass. Bill's moans began to fade into whimpers now, and he pressed back against the older man, who used his free arm to pull him in close, pressing his thrusting groin hard against Bill's tough ass. He felt the big man begin to pump harder, and he whimpered into his gag, and he felt his own desire gathering to a head in his taut balls, and then it was coming. The miner pumped in a wild quick frenzy into his ass, and Bill felt the man's hot cum spurting inside him, and almost at the same time, as the man's hand squeezed convulsively around his cock, he felt his own gism shoot up and burst in hot streams from his cock, and he cried out and whimpered into his gag and twisted in his ropes and the man's tight arm, and then he jerked and spurted again, and then he threw himself back against the man and lay there, spent in the fellow's embrace. For a long while, the two men rested there, clasped close by the miner's arms. After a time, the miner slowly eased his embrace, and he twisted himself up to bend close over his companion. He gazed down at Bill for a long moment, saying nothing, just looking, running his deep gaze over the man who lay so docile beside him, spent, satisfied, still tightly bound, still securely gagged. Slowly he got up, dragging himself across the room to where a little wash stand stood. He wet a towel in the water from the pitcher, and came back to the bed with it. Tenderly, stroking the other man even as he did so, he cleaned the cowboy, wiping his front, and his ass, and then wiping himself up before throwing the towel back in the direction of the washstand. For a moment more, then, he stood looking down at Bill, who lay looking up at him, lost in his cum daze still, half asleep, stunned at what had happened, aching to be held close in the other man's arms again, wanting and yet not wanting the big man to loosen his ropes, to take out his gag. The miner bent over Bill and began to free him from his bonds. He started at his feet, and he worked slowly, methodically, neatly coiling the ropes when he had unknotted them and unwound them from younger's feet and knees and chest and arms and hands. All the while he had a quiet smile on his face, and he paused a few times just to look down at Bill where he lay. When the ropes were untied, coiled, and hung on the bedstead, he sat down on the edge of the mattress beside the other man's chest. Gently he reached behind the fellow's head and untied the outermost bandanna, loosening it and laying it aside. He did the same with the next, and the next. And then he loosened the bandanna that was dragged back between the younger man's jaws. Finally he put long fingers in the cowboy's mouth and tenderly eased the huge gag out. Bill swallowed and wet his lips with his tongue. "Wait there," the older man commanded. He crossed the room and returned with a glass of cool water. He batted Bill's extended hand away and gently gave the younger man a drink, a few sips at first, and then a long draught. Finally, the cowboy let his head fall back and looked up almost shyly at the big man. "Thanks," he said. The miner nodded, and stroked his hair. "Thank you, son." Bill looked up at him and smiled. For a long moment they simply looked at each other. Suddenly the miner stood up and started stripping. He did so with the same slow surety he had done everything else, and in a few moments he stood naked beside the bed. He had a firm, muscled body, broad and strong, with a thatch of graying hair on his wide chest, and fur on his thick, strong-looking arms and legs. He bent over Bill. "Com' on, son," he said, "let's get ya outa them duds." "Can I stay the night with ya, then?" Bill said quietly. The miner, who had been about to pull off Bill's right boot, looked up at him. "Ya just try and leave, cowboy," he said gruffly, "and if ya think I tied and gagged ya tight before, ya'll see how tight I can tie and gag ya if I've a real mind to makin' ya stay." Then he jerked off first one boot and then the other. As the miner pulled off his socks, Bill reached to finish unbuttoning his shirt, but the big man leaned over and pushed his hands away. "Leave off, son, that's my job." Bill was surprised, but lay docilely as the other man took off the rest of his clothes. He stripped off the younger man's jeans, got him out of his vest and shirt, and untied and laid aside his big bandanna neckerchief. He gave Bill a wink doing that which told the younger man that he saw it as another bandanna for a gag. When he reached to undo the buttons of the younger man's longjohns, Bill felt a little shy. But the man simply unfastened the long row and then stripped the top back off his chest and down, and heaved at him to get him to lift up and let him get the underwear down his legs and off. Completely undressed, Bill lay back, his eyes dropped down. He felt the older man leaning close and he looked up at last to meet his eyes. The miner shook his head with a smile. "Such a sweet-lookin' cuss, that's what ya are, cowboy." Bill stared at the man. "Ya're so handsome. O god, ya're handsome," he said feelingly, now that he could speak. "An' I don't even know yer name." The man held out his hand. "It's Tom, Tom Ryker. What's yers, son?" "Bill Toliver." The man nodded, not letting go of Bill's hand. He reached calmly to take up one of his folded bandannas. "Put yer hands together, son." Wondering, Bill obeyed him, and Tom used the rolled bandanna to tie his hands in front of him. Then he took up another of the folded bandannas and this he pressed gently between Bill's lips and knotted behind his head. "OK, son, up so's I can get ya under the blankets." Bill tugged slightly at the soft bonds of cloth on his wrists and mumbled into the snugly tied bandanna between his jaws. "I ain't letting you get away, son," Tom said quietly, and he motioned for the other man to stand up. A bit clumsily, Bill followed his order, and soon he found himself under the blankets. Tom blew out the lattern and then crawled in beside him. The big man wrapped a long arm around his companion and pulled him into himself, the younger man's rump tight into his groin. He settled himself close, his head pressed against the back of the other's neck. He nuzzled and tongued his ear. "Come mornin', cowboy," he whispered, "ye're gonna get hog-tied and gagged real good again. But that hobble and bit will keep my sweet-assed cowboy where I want him for tonight, right, son?" Bill nodded and pressed himself back into the big man's arms. "Umm hugummmph!" he said into his gag. ------------------------- Complaints or compliments, brickbats or kudos: dbrown@ggu.edu

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ICE TIME The position was intensely humiliating. But, then of course that was the goal all along. Brad sat relaxing in the leather chair, reading the Sunday Times while drinking a hot cup of black coffee. He didn't even have to look up to check on Kevin. The moans filtering through the bit-gag assured him that his personal weekend slave was still concentrating on some tougher problems than the Sunday crossword puzzle. Hearing a particularly sharp yelp made Brad's cock stir against the smooth shiny material of his gym shorts. . Kevin looked to be in great pain. If you looked at him from the front, it was hard to see the reason. Stripped, he was on all fours on the cold floor. His arms and legs were held apart at a regular distance by steel rods attached to ankle and wrist cuffs. He was unable to lean to one side, or to squat down. The simple steel rods forced him to stay dog- style on his knees and hands. A heavy black leather belt was around his naked waist. Pulled quite tight, it made breathing an uncomfortable and difficult act. His dog-collar (with the little spikes inside-like 1000s of little incessant mosquito bites) was attached tightly to the belt by a strap running from the rear of the collar over his back to the belt. This kept his head in an upright position, no chance to let it hang or rest throughout the torment. Still, the true center of the torture lay hidden. . Looking from behind, the secret was revealed. A 50 pound weight was sitting atop a large block of ice. The block had come from an industrial ice supplier, and was a slick, blue, slowly melting cube over a foot high. The 50 pound weight was attached to a hank of clothesline, which in turn was running up to a ceiling beam and then back down to Kevin's nut-sack. Kevin's crotch had been shaved by Brad in an unexpected and unanticipated act of humiliation. A pet clippers had been used, taking large swaths of Kevin's pubic hair along with each buzzing pass. His caged balls were snugly held, but not stretched by the current position of the cord and the weight. Not too much pain, or at least not too much pain as of yet. . This was going to take all day. Brad intended to finish the Sunday Paper, do some schoolwork and fix himself lunch. By the time Sunday Football was over, the diabolical scheme should be fully at work. As the block of ice slowly melted, the ice water would run forward against Kevin's feet, ankles, and hands. Keeping him chilled and increasing his discomfort. Moreover, as the block melted, the weight would gradually, imperceptibly move lower, millimeter by millimeter. And the result would be slow certain pressure mounting on Kevin's slave balls. Brad raised himself from the chair, and walked over to his slave. "Nice Day, isn't it Kevin?" . Pouring the last few drops of his coffee into Kevin's eyes, Brad stood in back of the bound guy. "I really drank too much coffee, now I gotta piss." Kevin stirred perceptibly. Girding himself for the onslaught of more liquid. "No, man, not what you think." laughed Brad. Brad began pissing on the block of ice. Kevin moaned knowing that the warm fluid would only serve to speed up the melting process for a time, and then return the block to it's previously slow melt. Feeling wicked, Brad reached forward and grabbed Kevin's slavedick. . "Bet you'd like to feel good right now Kevin." . He began slowly stroking the hardening shaft. After seeing chills run down Kevin's chest, Brad abruptly stopped and snapped his fingers onto the slave's nuts. . "But, of course you won't get any more." . "You haven't earned it, yet." . With a swift kick to the ass, Brad returned to his chair to finish reading and drink a fresh cup of coffee.

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Date: Sun, 24 May 1998 05:43:05 From: acepecs@usa.net Subject: Nick's Big Pecs 1 I first posted "Nick" (Part 1) to the Nifty Archive almost twelve months ago and had such an encouraging response to the story, I have written a couple of new adventures - Part 2 & 3. Please let me know what you think of them. I am also interested in sharing fantasies, stories or real life experiences with guys who are turned on by big muscular pecs or possess a big set themselves. Write me (Dave) at acepecs@usa.net NICK'S BIG PECS (Part 1) CHAPTER 1 Many years ago now when I was in high school there was this Greek guy by the name of Nick who really became a very good friend of mine. I don't know whether its a genetics thing, but there's something about Greek guys that has them easily able to really develop their bodies at an early age and mature faster than others of the same age. Nick was an early developer and had a body to die for. At sixteen he had the body of a Greek god with the biggest set of overdeveloped pecs I had ever seen. Dolly Parton wouldn't have had breasts that big at that age! It was not only the girls who were impressed by Nick's outstanding physical development, I can tell you quite a few of the guys were in awe of his physique, especially his chest development. During the day, guys would come up to him and greet him with a pat on the chest rather than on the shoulder or the arm, and their hands would linger momentarily, to test the density of muscle there, the thumb gripping the under portion of his pec to give him a mild squeeze. It didn't seem to matter what kind of top Nick wore, his pecs were always stretching the fabric to the max and showcasing them perfectly. It seemed everyone was interested in copping a feel of Nick's bulging pecs. In Phys Ed classes, Nick was always held up by our teacher as an example of the perfect sprinter's physique - a huge muscled upper body, with a trim waist and bubble butt, followed by thick tree trunk like thighs and bulging calves. Warm up sessions would often involve short sprints, which Nick would always easily win. The best sessions were when we played basketball, and because there was no way of distinguishing what team you were on, one of the teams was required to play "skins" or shirtless. I reckon the coach more than often picked the team Nick was on to play shirtless because he was interested in copping a look at the sight of Nick's bulging muscles, particularly those over developed breast-like pecs. You can imagine the crowd of onlookers that would seemingly come from nowhere when Nick was on the court. All eyes on his shiny, sweaty breasts bouncing in time to the ball as he ran down the length of the court, finally to rise and finally fall heavily as he jumped and basketed the ball. The guys on his team surrounding him to congratulate his goal, patting and groping his huge heaving pecs. As I said Nick's whole body was very well developed at an early age. He had particularly thick thighs, a bubble butt and a slim waistline, with just the hint of lingering puppy fat, which extended over his lush but very muscular boy breasts and broad shoulders. One hot day we were at swimming practice at an outdoor pool, and we were waiting for the instructor to arrive. After ten minutes in the hot sun, Nick's big smooth pecs were relaxed and supple, the nipples stretched to the size of silver dollars because of the heat and the weight of his thick muscles. Every movement he made, ever so slight producing a tremor and swaying motion in his boy breasts. I couldn't keep my eyes from ogling the lush golden flesh. As we waited on the grassed area away from the pool, I was trying to think of a way that I could legitimately get a feel of Nick's hunky bod, especially his luscious looking pecs. My overactive mind didn't have to think long. "Hey, let's have some piggy back fights while we're waiting," I suggested. As it was a game we played regularly in the schoolyard, albeit not semi-naked, there was almost unanimous agreement. The object of the game being to dismount the rider of the opposing horse/rider pair. I teamed up with Nick of course, my good buddy and object of my desire. For all his obvious physical attributes, Nick was by and large, a quiet, shy guy who preferred to follow rather than lead. I suggested that Nick, being the bigger, stronger guy should take the horse role, and I being the slightly lighter guy the rider role. So far, so good, everything was going to plan. Winning or losing was of no great concern to me, although the longer we kept winning I realised, the longer contact I would have with Nick's humpy body. Nick and I were in the first contest, matched with a couple of smaller but still well muscled guys. Nick was an awesome sight as I mounted his broad back, the thick belts of muscle dancing under his perfect unblemished skin. I marvelled how soft it was as I gripped initially his pumped deltoids for support. His big arms gripped my legs just up from the knees and hoisted me to a higher position on his wide back. We were ready to go into battle, and I was ready for some serious groping. Nick's agility even with my additional weight was amazing. As we moved into contact with our opposition my right hand reached out to grab hold of my rider counterpart. I struggled to dislodge their rider because with bare skins it was difficult to get a hold and maintain it. We were also starting to work up a sweat, making my body tend to slide across Nick's back. The solution to the problem was obvious, and with my left hand I reached over Nick's shoulder and grabbed the biggest handful of fleshy teenage pec you can imagine, marvelling at its fullness. I couldn't have found a better handhold. With such a firm hold, our opponents fell in easy succession. I would occasionally swap my hand over to Nick's other pec. I loved the feeling of cupping that great belt of bouncing muscle as Nick jogged and jostled into position. The sight was not lost on the guys who were spectators, or on our opponents. Nick began getting wolf whistles and comments from the other guys. "Hey Nick, you need a bra for those tits." "Look at those breasts bouncing about, wish I could have a feel of them." "I bet his tits are bigger than any of the girls!" Needless to say Nick wasn't too impressed with the comments, and was reluctant to continue the game. He went to where his towel lay and draped it over his wide shoulders and covered his heavy hanging pecs. I told him not to take any notice of them and said they were only jealous their chests were no where as well developed. He half-heartedly agreed but I couldn't help noticing from that day on, Nick was kind of self-conscious about baring his tit muscles around the other guys. I would have to change this and waited for an appropriate opportunity. CHAPTER 2 Yeah, my buddy Nick was a very hot young guy as well as being a good friend and I wanted to be around him every chance I could. I was round at his place a couple of weeks after the swimming pool incident because his dad had asked him to remove a tree from his backyard and he thought I might be able to give him a hand. Nick's Mum had died in a tragic car accident a couple of years earlier, and his Dad had to work long hours to support the family. Much of the work around the house fell to Nick and his brother Gerry who was two years Nick's junior, but already showing signs of possessing some of Nick's genetic attributes. When I arrived I was glad to see Nick was on his own and wearing a white body hugging t-shirt which proudly stretched over his awesome big pecs and fat perky nipples, the sleeves having being cut off near the shoulder to accentuate his bulging biceps. We quickly worked out what needed to be done and got on with it. You can imagine cutting, sawing, chopping and digging can be pretty hot and thirsty work especially in the heat of summer and Nick was already starting to show some sweat marks round his armpits and the neckline. I removed my t-shirt to cool down and suggested Nick do the same. I had been watching the movement and play of those big pecs through his t-shirt while he was sawing some branches and was eager to see those heavy slabs uncovered to the light of day. He hesitated at first, looking at me almost pleadingly as if to say, please don't make fun of my tits. After a few moments, the t-shirt came off to reveal a very sexy sight, a hairless young torso with two seemingly overdeveloped pecs with large and prominent dark brown nipples suspended above a taut and relatively trim tummy. I enviously ogled the golden skin covering such a treasure, and said to him. "That chest of yours is awesome. It's really bulked up over the last few months. What's your secret?" At my question, Nick looked around furtively, avoiding eye contact with me and went as if to put on his t-shirt again. "Hey, don't do that." I exclaimed, pulling the shirt from his hands. "You don't try and cover up your best assets. You should be showing them off at every opportunity." Bashfully he raised his downward gaze, and said, "Yeah my Dad says the same thing to me all the time. Part of the reason they're growing so fast is that my Dad insists I follow a strict training and diet program." I pricked up my ears with that statement, but decided to question him on that at a later time. "Come on, show me how big you can make them. Have you measured your chest size recently?" Proudly he flexed his pecs together and then separately, one at a time to show the degree of control he had over their movement. He replied that he hadn't but was willing to find out. We decided to take a break from our work while Nick went and found a tape measure from inside the house. All the physical exertion had pumped his muscles to the max and as he sauntered to the back door the bulky boy-breasts set up a sexy heaving motion all of their own that had me instantly hard. When Nick returned I said I would be glad to assist him with the measurement and proceeded to unravel the measure and reach around his wide back finally to bring the end of the measure to the deep space between his thick bulging pecs. After I'd made the measurement of his chest, which was 53" in expanded state and 50" in natural state, I commented that to get a truly accurate picture of the size of his pecs we should measure their depth with a ruler. At this suggestion he remarked that we would need to go to his desk in his bedroom to find one. With that we grabbed our shirts and went inside. The ruler Nick pulled from his desk was a steel ruler with the marks etched in to the surface. He flexed it a few times then handed it to me indicating I should get on with the measurement. I hesitated for a few moments as I surveyed the scene in front of me. His pecs in a relaxed state appeared quite soft looking and I proceeded to grasp his mammoth right pec with my right hand, marvelling at its fullness, bulk and elasticity, burying my fingers into the relaxed flesh. I did the same with his left pec wondering which I should measure first. I decided to put the ruler down for a moment, deciding it was really a two handed job. "These tit muscles are incredibly heavy," I said to him, as I cupped their mass in my hands, and appraised their weight, pushing each huge pec mound to the highest point on his chest and letting them plump down. "I wish I had a chest as huge and heavy as this." I said. An awkward silence followed as I continued to grope his boy-breasts. Nick looked steadily into my eyes and then suddenly tensed his big tit muscles, instantly making them rock hard. "I'm no woman," he declared and forcefully brushed my hands away from their grip on his breasts. To further prove his point he challenged me to a submission-wrestling match, there and then in his bedroom. I was surprised with the challenge given that Nick was aware of my wrestling prowess and knew I could beat him whenever I chose. I quickly accepted the challenge knowing this would be another opportunity to feel up that muscle bound body and grab a hold of those heaving boy breasts. As we squared off Nick started to dance on the balls of his feet, the thick muscles in his thighs bunching and relaxing, his heavy pecs rising and falling in time to his dancing. What an incredibly sexy sight! As he danced about I managed to back him into a corner of the bedroom to which he couldn't easily escape. As he bounced about, I reached out with my open hands and teasingly slapped each of his bouncing boy breasts, setting up another tremor of flesh movement in opposition to that already in motion. I drank in the sight becoming increasingly aroused. "You're going to enjoy this," I said to him as I reached out and grabbed his head, and placing it under my arm proceeded to throw him over my hip, my body landing heavily on his stomach. A great whoosh of air escaped from Nick's lungs as the weight of my body forced the air from them. He lay quite winded gasping for air, his mighty chest rising and falling. I quickly seized the moment and reached for a singlet lying on his bed to tie his wrists behind his back. There was surprisingly little struggle from Nick who finished up lying with his broad back sitting up against my knees, me in a kneeling position. His great arms lay limply at the side of his prone body, his lungs still gasping for air. His huge pecs hung low on his chest, totally exposed and vulnerable. Not wasting any time I thrust my right arm over his shoulder and grabbed the bulging boy breast in my hand, squeezing so hard the flesh threatened to ooze through my fingers. "Hey, not so hard," Nick gasped. I released the grip only momentarily in order to get a firm hold on both of his enormous sagging breasts. The flesh was more than enough to fill my hands as I moulded and kneaded the thick relaxed muscles. Nick moaned, not in pain but in ecstasy as he enjoyed the rough manipulation. I still had plans for Nick as my hard dick threatened to split my shorts. I quickly shucked the shorts releasing my burgeoning penis and pushed Nick onto his back, his boy breasts thrust high on his chest. I straddled Nick's upper torso, my seven-inch throbbing tool lying in the valley between his hefty pecs. "Look at the size of these tits," I said to him, as I proceeded to mound each of his pecs around my throbbing cock and thrust it back and forth. As you can imagine it was no time at all before my cock erupted with thick spurts of gism across his chin and neck. As my climax subsided I reached for the steel ruler lying on the bed and started to lightly hit the mounded breast flesh. He moaned with delight with each touch of the cold steel on his hot skin. I sensed I had uncovered one of Nick's little secrets. CHAPTER 3 In the afterglow of my sexual release I lay beside Nick on the floor, fully aware of Nick's thick as a beer can erection mounding the front of his shorts. I wasn't disposed to release his pent up sexual energy just yet. My rough handling of his boy breasts had considerably reddened his flesh and his fat nipples appeared to be swollen and sat up about a half inch from his meaty pecs. I put the ruler down and lightly massaged the flesh around his nipples, marvelling at the softness and resilience. I remained absorbed in this task for several minutes finally mounding and releasing the plump tit flesh. I moved my lips to his huge right tit and began circling the nipple with my tongue, giving it a thorough bath. The salty taste was delicious. My lips finally locked on to his erect nipple and I nipped, teased and sucked it for all I was worth. Nick arched his back in response, thrusting his bulging pec against my hungry lips. I opened my mouth as wide as I could to take in as much of the hot breast flesh as possible, both of my hands moving to the enormous pec to mound the flesh for access to my voracious, sucking mouth. I was in heaven as I trailed my tongue over to his other mounded pec and savoured the soft skin. This time I opened my mouth to take in a sizeable chunk of breast flesh and bit into the soft meat. This I repeated several times, Nick moaning each time with the pleasure. "God you're beautiful," I gasped. "I just love your breasts". Reaching down to his shorts I released the buttons holding them in place and roughly hauled them over his super thick thighs. Nick wasn't wearing underwear and his short but very thick cock sprang to attention and slapped against his soft belly skin. It twitched uncontrollably begging for my hand to grasp it, but it would have to wait. My cock again was rockhard and begging for release. "Roll over on to your stomach," I ordered. "I want to see that bubble butt of yours." Nick dutifully complied, his big muscles shuddering as he rolled over. His gorgeous butt, the size and shape of two perfectly round rock melons came into view. I gave his muscle butt a playful swat with my hand and then untied his hands, allowing his arms to fall by his sides. I then lay my body down the full length of his beautifully muscled torso to feel as much of my skin touching his as possible, and started to move my hands slowly up and down his incredible shoulders and arms, feeling up the bulky sculpted muscles. My hips were lewdly gyrating, my cock wedged firmly between his deep butt cheeks leaking its juices. His hips and butt moving in time to mine. I slowly brought my hands to his sides and stroked his heavy v-shaped lats, and then moved them under his heavy chest until they were covering his stupendous man-tits. I began stroking and kneading his meaty pecs while my cock ploughed the crevice between his soft but muscled ass cheeks. My fucking tempo increased steadily and so did the grip on his huge muscle tits, the flesh beginning to ooze through my fingers. "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h", I cried as I spurted cum for the second time, the juice puddling in the small of Nick's back. I continued squeezing Nick's breasts long after my orgasm had subsided marvelling their fullness and weight. Finally I sat up and rolled Nick over to find a puddle of cum under his tummy. "Well now, it looks like you've had your fun, doesn't it", as I gathered his cum in my fingers and proceeded to rub it over his bulging tit muscles. "Time we got cleaned up stud," I said moving to the bathroom. "I've got plans for you and time's a wasting. CHAPTER 4 Nick came out of his bedroom to where I waited for him in the kitchen. He'd changed his gear and was now wearing an oversized loose fitting long sleeved shirt, tucked into a pair of baggy jeans. "Hey, what gives," I said to him pointing at the baggy and unflattering shirt and trousers. "You're a stud. My stud. From now on I'll tell you what you can wear." With that we both returned to Nick's bedroom and I quickly found and tossed him the smallest and tightest looking pair of shorts I could find in his drawers. "And you wont be needing this for a while," I said, roughly gripping his oversized shirt and pulling it over his head. "From now on when you're with me you go topless, understand?" "But ,but, people will stare and make fun of my tits," he groaned. "I told you they're just envious." I said, moving in close to his body and grasping the full-blown tit muscles in my hands and caressing them lovingly. "I wouldn't let anyone make fun of you." With that I put my arms around his broad back and hugged him tight to me, feeling his thick mounded pecs pushing against my not insignificant chest. "You're mine, remember?" As we headed out the front door it occurred to me I had no other plan in mind than to be out in public with Nick, and watch the stares and listen to the comments made by passer bys. You can imagine Nick made a pretty extraordinary sight in just a pair of tight shorts, his big built smooth hairless chest thrust forward and bouncing with his every step. I decided to head to the shopping centre to buy a drink, and to show off Nick's best assets. We hadn't got more than halfway along the bike path which followed the creek at the back of Nick's street than I saw approaching us along the path, four very rough looking skin head type guys dressed in dirty looking t-shirts and jeans. They looked to be in their late twenties, all pretty skinny and unattractive with unkempt hair and three days growth of stubble. Two of the guys carried chains, which dragged clanking along the ground, the other two carried baseball bats over their narrow shoulders. As we came up to them on the path they made no attempt to make way for us to pass. My heart was really pounding in my chest with me thinking these guys were up to no good, but I was also excited by the possibilities. The ugliest one of all spoke up first and as he opened his mouth I noticed three of his front teeth were missing adding to his ugliness. "Well, well what have we got here." His eyes travelled up the length of our bodies from head to toe and came to rest on Nick's incredible chest. In fact all their eyes were staring greedily at the sight before them. "Hey guys, cop a look at the build on this kid." said the ugly one. "I've never seen tits this big on a guy before," said his mate. "Yeah, they can't be real man." "Hey, let us pass guys," I said with a shaky voice. "Not so fast," said the ugly guy, giving Nick's huge hanging pecs a shove with his hands, his fingers sinking into Nick's ample chest flesh. "We mean to have us some fun first." With that the two guys with chains swung them over our heads before we could react and started wrapping them round our torsos, trapping our arms by our sides. They pushed me to the ground in a helpless heap, unable to move my legs or arms. I gazed on in excitement as all four of them surrounded the equally helpless Nick. I noticed the chain wrapped round Nick had been wound round Nick's trim waist, leaving his big boy breasts exposed and unencumbered. Nick tried to hobble out of their reach but couldn't, his heaving round pecs bouncing up and down with his movement. "Look at the size of these mothers," one said, reaching out gripping hold of Nick's oversized rich brown silver dollar sized nipples. He held them between his thumb and index finger rolling the thick nubs between his long thin fingers. He proceeded to pull them up and away from Nick's breasts, obviously getting turned on by the discomfort and yet excitement Nick was showing on his face. When they were pulled several inches from Nick's already bulging chest, he started to shake the nipples up and down. This produced the most amazing tremors in Nick's surrounding tit flesh and really turned on the mean looking dudes, their dicks beginning to bulge massively at the front of their puny looking hips. Nick tensed his huge muscles in an attempt to loosen the chain's hold on his arms but to no avail. If anything the chains tightened around his waist as his arms and shoulders pumped and bulged with the effort, his tit muscles bunching and relaxing time and again with the strain. The four guys moved in real close to him on all sides mesmerised by the awesome display of strength., their hands reaching out to feel up his sexy smooth torso and rub their bodies and rock hard cocks against his flesh. Hands were squeezing and grasping his pecs and biceps while others rubbed his ample arse and soft sensuous inner thighs finally undoing the zipper of his tight shorts to release his hot and hard cock. Nick was incredibly turned on by the man handling he was getting, his cock thick, rigid and throbbing now in the open air. The men continued their horny assault on Nick's hot and now sweaty torso, their tongues licking his neck, face and earlobes, sucking on his neck leaving little love bruises on his flesh where they had sucked for too hard and too long.. Nick had now completely relaxed and resigned himself to enjoy whatever was going to befall him. Two of the guys had moved steadily down from his neck and were licking and slurping all over his bulging breasts and finally locking onto and nursing on each plump nipple. The other two guys stepped back and removed their t-shirts and exposed their skinny, puny looking upper bodies. It was quite apparent neither of them had been near a gym in years, if ever. They pulled the other two guys from Nick's chest and one said, "It's time to see just how much punishment this guy's chest can take." He moved his hand to Nick's overdeveloped right pec and appraised its weight by lifting it high on Nick's chest and letting it flop back down to its natural relaxed position. "It almost seems unnatural for a guy to have tits this big and round," he said looking at his own and his buddy's totally flat chests then back to Nick's highly contoured torso. "I bet he plays with them a lot, and lets his mate massage them for him. Is that right dude?" he said, curling his thin fingers into fists and slowing pushing them against the huge pectoral mounds in front of him. "Yeah, I bet that's right." He began a series of, at first, light punches to the thickest and fleshiest part of Nick's hanging boy breasts. Nick tensing the huge muscles to take the punishment. "Relax them, tit boy," he ordered. "I want to see the flesh shake and I want to feel my fist deep in the muscles. Do you understand?" Nick didn't need to give a verbal response. He relaxed his tit muscles and the assault resumed, this time flesh tremors rippled all over Nick's upper torso as the blows rained on him. This was a huge turn on for the guys and each took it in turns to give Nick's big tits a workover, while the others stroked their cocks. Pretty soon the excitement of the situation was too much, and as they neared climax, they halted the assault on Nick's exhausted body, and lay him down at their feet, and resumed their beating off. Ten seconds at the most was all that was required before thick spurts of creamy cum started to splatter over Nick's red and swollen looking breasts. With their dicks spent the skinheads became aware of the need to get moving before someone might happen across the scene. They quickly zipped their trousers, put on their t-shirts, and while two of them stood over Nick and I with baseball bats at the ready, the other two removed the heavy chains. "That was great fun guys," one of them yelled as they began to run off down the path, leaving Nick and I to pull ourselves together. I decided that after that experience we might leave our visit to the shopping centre till later and so we wandered slowly back to Nick's place, me with my arm around his waist to support him, both of us still in a highly aroused state.. CHAPTER 5 Nick was still pretty weak so I decided to help him have a shower and clean up. Both of us sported enormous erections as we entered the shower and bath recess, both looking for release of our sexual energy. I started by soaping down Nick's broad v-shaped back, loving the feel of the soft texture of his golden brown skin. I worked my way down to the small of his back and the sudden flare of creamy soft buttock flesh, which jutted out like soft pillows from his narrow hips. I paid particular attention to soaping up the crevice between his chunky cheeks, the soap and my hand almost disappearing completely with the depth of muscular boy butt. Nick seemed to be enjoying my attention to this part as well because he pressed his buttocks against my lathering and massaging hands. I then proceeded to soap up his thick flared thighs, the skin here also soft and creamy and work myself around to lather the soft flesh of his inner thighs. I couldn't help but notice Nick's thick cock was standing to attention, his plump teenage balls nestling at the base, and surrounded by a lush patch of black hair. My soapy hands grasped his rigid dick and proceeded to soap it up thoroughly. Nick thrust his hips forward in an attempt to use my hands as a fuck chute. I knelt down at his feet to get more comfortable and after washing the soap from his cock opened my mouth wide to take in as much of it as possible. This was proving difficult given the girth of it so I was happy to suck on the enormous flared head and first couple of inches. Nick's hands were holding onto my head while his hips hunched forward. I was trying to see his face from below but his oversized pecs were so deep and thick they formed a shelf jutting out from his ribcage which obscured any view beyond. My attention was drawn back to his immense breast-like pecs with the deep cleavage between. Both his silver dollar sized nipples were pointing directly at me, stretched to their full size with the weight of muscle above them. They looked at this moment incredibly suckable, with the water cascading over them. The kneeling position was becoming uncomfortable so I released Nick's cock, stood and motioned Nick to sit on the edge of the bath so I could get into a good position behind him to lather up his thick upper torso. Nick's broad shoulders hunched over, his huge arms relaxed at his sides. With the soap in my hand I reached down and ran the soap over the twin pleasure domes of his mighty chest, the skin soft and smooth as silk. After making a thick soapy lather, I put down the soap and with my two hands began a slow and sensuous massage of Nick's ample breast flesh. The sheer weight and density of relaxed muscle amazed and excited me. With a breast cupped in each hand I began a sexy juggling game, hefting each thick pec one at a time as if juggling a pair of rock melons. The big pecs flapped madly in my hands, producing an incredibly sexy feeling. I moved round to Nick's front, my seven-inch rockhard cock at his tit level. I brought the head up to one of his nipples and pressed my piss slit over his erect nubbin. With the slit securely over the nubbin I proceeded to nipple fuck him. This was easy with tits the size and depth of Nick's, as I was able to thrust firmly with my cock, which buried several inches into plump breast flesh. I was incredibly turned on by this action and moved over to his other pec to repeat the procedure. After several minutes of nipple fucking I stopped and holding my stiff cock in my hand began to whack his teenaged breasts with it, amazed at the movement I was able to generate in his pec flesh. I came in about ten whacks flat and spewed gism over each bulging breast. Nick's hand had been busy stroking his beercan thick cock during this attack on his tits and released his creamy thick load seconds after my release. We dried ourselves off and each put on a pair of shorts and retired to the kitchen for a drink. This activity was sure thirsty work! I decided that now was as good as any to question Nick on his earlier comments about his Dad's insistence on him following a strict training and dietary program. "So what kind of training does your Dad put you through?" I asked him. CHAPTER 6 "Would you like to see for yourself?" he asked. "I sure would," I replied. "OK, come with me now. You're going to have to promise me that you'll tell no one what you end up seeing tonight. Understand?" he said, leading me to what seemed like the garage at the back of the property. "Of course buddy. You can rely on me." I said, following close behind him. Nick drew a key from the pocket of his shorts and unlocked a padlock to a side door of the garage. After opening the door, he switched on a light. I was surprised that a light would be needed being such a sunny day, but the reason became apparent as I entered and saw that all the windows were covered in a black plastic material. I looked around and was amazed at the large open space before me. In one section was what looked to be a weight training area. There were racks of barbells, dumbbells, and free weights closeby what I recognised to be a benchpress and other weight training machinery. As I took in the range of equipment I quickly realised what it was for. "It's no wonder your tits are overdeveloped," I said to him. "This equipment is almost exclusively for building the upper body and particularly pecs." He nodded and led me to the area adjacent to the weights area. Here were half a dozen armchairs placed in a row and facing what appeared to be a massage bench and beside that a dentist's chair, complete with velcro strap fasteners at the waist, neck, ankles, and wrists. "What are these for," I said, pointing to the chair and bench. "You'll have to wait and see," he replied, with a mischievous grin on his handsome face. "Which wont be too long." he said, glancing at his watch. "Dad and some of his mates will be here really shortly, I'll need to get ready." With that he led me to what looked to be a kind of old wardrobe. "You'll have to remain in here," he said, opening the door. "There's a hole been drilled just big enough to give you a great view of the proceedings. You'll have to be very quiet though, cos Dad would be furious if he thought anyone else could see what goes on." My curiosity, to say the least was activated by his secrecy. I willingly agreed to his terms and entered one half of the empty wardrobe. The other half contained a rack of what looked to be the skimpiest and sexiest of latex bodyhugging workout gear. Nick selected a pair of black skimpy arse hugging shorts, a small looking white cotton t-shirt, and what could only be described as a kind of rubber harness but little more than two figure eights joined together in sequence. He swapped the shorts he was wearing for the black rubber ones and proceeded to don the black harness, which he seemed to have a deal of trouble getting into. I gave him a hand by stretching the rubber straps round the contours of his huge teenage breasts. I stood back and drank in the sight of Nick dressed in skimpy rubber gear. The shorts adhered to his bulging rump and thick upper thighs like a second skin, the outline of his thick cock evident on the inside of his right thigh. The harness in fact was a type of bra with straps but no cups. The effect was breathtaking, the straps showcasing and accentuating the thickness and roundness of his heavy pec flesh, almost looking as if the breasts had been pushed through the strap openings. "You look good enough to eat," I said to him, giving his chest a couple of playful swats with my hands. "You better get into the wardrobe quick smart," he said, "They'll be here soon and I've still got a few things to do first." With that he locked the wardrobe leaving me in the dark, so I quickly zeroed in on the hole where light was streaming through. I saw him then walk over to a fridge, which was in one of the corners, open the door and take out what appeared to be a syringe and a vial of liquid. He placed them on the bench, then reached for the small white t-shirt and proceeded to stretch the fabric over his huge upper torso. The bottom of the shirt about two inches short of the top of his black latex shorts, which left a sexy brown, strip of creamy smooth belly skin exposed. A number of car doors banged close by followed by some masculine voices. They seemed to disappear into the house. Nick came over to the wardrobe and whispered to me through the closed door. "They'll be here shortly, they're just getting themselves a drink." In no time at all the back door banged and the voices became louder as they approached the garage. I saw a dark thickset man of about forty enter the door. I was struck immediately by the handsomeness of his features from his long hair, dark eye brows and thick sensuous lips, to his incredibly broad shoulders, thick chest and narrow waist. This just had to be Nick's Dad, the likeness quite uncanny. He was followed by three equally good looking and built men of about the same age. "I see you're prepared my boy", said his father his eyes moving over every detail of Nick's hunky body and being finally drawn back to the two enormous bulges stretching to the max the front of Nick's white t-shirt. His right hand reached out and started to stroke the outline of Nick's left breast. "These are progressing very nicely," he said, "I'm very proud of you." He gripped a handful of breast flesh and drew Nick in close to him and gave him the longest and most sensuous kiss on the lips. He finally broke the kiss and said, "Come and greet our friends." The men had put their drinks down and were waiting in line for Nick to approach each of them in turn. They were openly leering at the stretched fabric covering each of his overdeveloped boy breasts and the considerable bounce they were producing as he approached them. As Nick's father had done each man in turn grabbed and squeezed a handful of overdeveloped pec flesh and kissed Nick passionately on the lips before releasing their hold on him. "Time for our little exhibition my boy." With that his father led Nick to the bench and beckoned Nick to sit up on the bench. This he did. Nick's father then gripped the neck of Nick's t-shirt with his two hands and with great strength tore the material right down the front of Nick's body exposing the golden brown breast flesh and the deep cleavage between. In a sitting position Nick's breasts sagged considerably under their weight. His father pulled each side of his torn shirt away and over Nick's shoulders exposing for the first time the fullness and roundness of Nick's breast flesh to the gasps of disbelief of his father's lustful and admiring friends. Nick's father reached for the needle and syringe and checked to see there were no air bubbles. He then proceeded to grip the lower portion of Nick's huge left breast and raise it so it plumped up into a sexy hillock on his chest and without further ado plunged the needle into the breast flesh and emptied the contents of the syringe. "A special formula of breast enlarging hormones and anabolic steroids," said Nick's Dad turning to his mates. "The proportions are critical as you will see later. Now, to pumping these pecs to their absolute capacity. Move to the equipment and begin your workout, son," he said to Nick. "These gentlemen can spot you with the heaviest lifts. You may even like to test the pump he gets. He really responds to encouragement as you will see," he said to the men. Nick moved to the bench press and loaded the bar to 200lbs, a suitable warm-up set. He quickly pumped out a set of fifteen reps to the obvious appreciation of the three guests, and then reloaded the bar to 280lbs. "I'll need a spot for this set," he said. "Stavros, can you stand here and support the weight if I need it in the last couple of reps," Nick said, pointing to the position he wanted Stavros to take up. Stavros quickly moved into position behind the benchpress and waited for Nick to begin. As before Nick had no trouble pumping out the first ten but slowed considerably at eleven, and required Stavros' assistance on twelve to get the bar back into position. Nick rose to a sitting position on the bench, and his father passed a small jar, which contained what looked to be a cream to Stavros. "Apply the cream to his breasts. It will avoid stretch marks appearing on his skin and also promote muscle growth," said Nick's Dad to the admiring mates. Stavros didn't need to be asked twice, and placed a dollop of cream high on each of the huge slabs of beefy tit flesh and proceeded to use both hands to massage in the cream, working his hands round and around the breasts in circles. Eventually the cream was all worked in to the skin, but Stavros was content to continue the massage, as was Nick, whose eyes were closed and obviously enjoying the attention. He cupped the full and heavy tits in his hands and appraised the weight of each. Nick's Dad signalled that Nick should continue with the exercises and he moved to the pec deck apparatus which worked the inner pecs and provided a defined and deep cleavage. Again a spotter was required, and the second of his father's friends was chosen to assist. Again more cream was required at the end of the exercise which was lovingly applied this time by Costas. Nick's pecs were really beginning to balloon with the intensity of his workout as he moved from exercise to exercise. Each of his father's friends assisting and massaging when required. As each set of exercises was completed Nick was progressively looking more tired and exhausted. At the completion of the last exercise Nick had to be assisted from the apparatus by Stavros and the third man, George. Each of Nick's arms was placed around their necks as they supported his weight and walked him back to the massage table where he was put in a seated position, his huge arms were relaxed by his sides. These seemed to be dwarfed though by the enormous dimensions of Nick's pumped and overdeveloped mantits, as they hung heavily on his ribcage. His already large nipples were now engorged and stretched by the workout and the hormone treatments. His father seemed to be studying them intently and hefted each heavy pec in turn to get a better view of them. He began to knead the swollen pec flesh, working his strong fingers from the outer area of the pec slabs, slowly kneading towards the engorged and swollen nipple. Finally his fingers were close to the nipples and he gripped the breast flesh round the nipple with a renewed intensity. To my amazement and the amazement of the three onlookers Nick's nipples started to erupt, each squirting what appeared to be a watery milky liquid. Nick's father wasted no time and brought his open mouth close to the squirting nipples to catch the milk. After about five squirts he stopped the breast kneading and swallowed the liquid. He turned to his mates and declared, "I've discovered the fountain of strength and vitality. I can feel the goodness coursing through my body. Care to join me in drink?" he said to each of them. Stavros and Costas each moved to a side of Nick's body but instead of squirting the milk from the nipples to their open mouths they chose to apply their lips to each fat and engorged nipple and suck out the milky goodness. This continued for about half a minute until George was frightened that there would be very little left for him. He dragged Stavros from Nick's left tit while Nick's father pulled Costas off the right. Milk continued to ooze from the juicy looking nipples, but not for long as the waiting men locked their lips round the tits and began to suck. Nick seemed to be totally relaxed and enjoying the whole experience as he curled his hands around the base of his huge melons and pushed them towards the men. After a couple of minutes of such intense sucking, Nick's breasts started to dry up and the men withdrew their mouths, licking their lips with their tongues to ensure no drop was missed. With Nick's tits emptied of milk the men farewelled him and retired to the house, leaving him to tidy up the garage. He wasted no time in releasing me from the wardrobe. I couldn't help staring with a new appreciation at his overdeveloped pecs and the marvels and possibilities that they held. I tenderly touched some of the milk, which was still oozing from his nipples and placed it on my tongue, the flavour more rich and creamy than I expected. "They only produce milk after I have an injection followed by an intense workout," he commented. This explained to me why his breasts hadn't squirted earlier with all that intense tit play we had had. I helped him remove the rubber tit harness from his chest and he went to the wardrobe and selected a new white t-shirt, which he pulled over his hunky torso. As we left the garage we passed a lit window in the house over the back fence. Nick turned to me and pointing to the window said, "I had an amazing experience with the old guy who lives in there a couple of weeks back. I'll have to tell you about it some time." "Tell me now." I pressed him. "In fact, tell me on the way home to my place right now." He agreed and admitted that his Dad's friends would be there for quite a while yet and he wouldn't be required. As we walked out the front gate he began his story which I will relate to you now.

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From: D One Subject: HAND and BUTT Date: 27 Mar 1999 00:00:00 GMT For some reason, Joe always remembered being held in the palm of a hand. A big, wide hand almost surrounded Joe's entire butt..and he remembered being held up high while squeeling with delight. So much so, that his Dad kept doing it until Joe got to heavy or big. Joe remembered being told to pull my pants down when he got spanked too. Usually it was when he had done something really bad..overtly disobedient. The other times he got belted or spanked with his clothing on. It was during the beginning of his teenage years that Joe was told to "drop em" and he lay across his Dad's lap...getting whalloped. It hurt, it was embarassing and he even cried. But when he stood up, Joe's Dad saw another effect. Joe's penis was rock hard. "He's getting too old for that" Joe's Dad told his mother. And Joe knew why. It was years later when Joe, once again, was told to "drop em". His cock was already hard..and as he got the first spanking he had been given in years, his entire body convulsed and Joe orgasmed. His butt, though reddened and sore, trembled at the hands that then massaged and grasped each cheek as his butthole was invaded. Joe closed his eyes as the pain became pleasure and on the mental movie screen saw himself naked being held up high while adults looked and laughed. And he squeeled with delight as once again, an orgasm shook his entire body. And he knew why.

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The following story is intended for adults over age 18 interested in male to male sexual fantasy. If that's not you, please read no further. The following story depicts unprotected sex. As said, it's fantasy. You are reality. Practice safer sex. All characters in this story are fictional with no resemblance to any real persons implied. Fireworks (M/M/M authoritarian, muscle, interracial) By LenZelig@aol.com It was the Fourth of July and I wanted some fireworks. Not the 'Safe and Sane' type that were all that were legal in my state, but the real thing. I wanted to get a real bang for my buck. There was a stand where the highway passed through the nearby Indian reservation. The tribe was not subject to most state laws and sold alcohol and tobacco from stores along the road year round. For the Fourth they set up fireworks stands where my buddies from school said you could get almost anything. I pulled my bike up to the stand about 8 o'clock. The place was almost sold out. I didn't see any of the big stuff. One of the Indian boys saw my confusion and asked what I was looking for. I told him. "We're sold out here and are just closing up," he replied. "But, if you want to take a little ride, I think we have what you're looking for at our cabin." I agreed and watched as the two Indians locked up. The one I talked with got into an old pickup and opened the passenger side door for me to get in while the other lifted my bike into the bed and got in beside me. As the truck pulled onto the highway I was sandwiched between the two young men. I had seen they were big guys from the moment I arrived, well over six foot and easily above two hundred forty pounds. Under their shirts and jeans it was obvious they were well developed. Now squeezed between them on the seat I could feel their big muscles pressing against my body. The driver appeared to have arms that topped twenty inches and a big deep chest with muscular pecs spreading his shirt that had the top three buttons undone, providing a tempting glimpse of reddish brown skin. His buddy on the other side was only slightly smaller. At five nine and a hundred sixty pounds with letters in swimming and track, I'd never felt physically insecure, but I was a bit apprehensive riding with these big Indian braves that I'd only just met. After a couple of minutes they turned off the main road, taking a dirt track that led up the mountain. As the vehicle bounced over the rough ground I was thrown alternately against the hard bodies of the boys beside me. The guy on my right reached around my back with a powerful arm and held my body against him to keep me from jostling his partner who I thought was driving much too fast for the poor conditions. The heat, the masculine smell of the Indian boys' sweat, the close contact with their powerful bodies and the motion of the ride was starting to affect me. I felt my dick start to stiffen in my shorts. I tried to think of other things like I had done during swim meets, but it didn't seem to work. These guys couldn't be affecting me I told myself; I like girls and they like me. I had had a few blow jobs and a couple of fucks. Women found my eight inches really impressive and I got off on the excitement I could generate. But my big stick was embarrassing me now as it grew near full size, tenting my crotch. I hoped they wouldn't notice. "Hey, the white boy has a hard-on," announced the Indian boy holding me, dashing my hopes. "You like Indians?" he asked squeezing me tighter to his taut body. "I think he does," answered the driver who had clasped a strong grip over my aching boner. "His little boy dick knows it is with some real men. Is this what you're after?" He grasped my hand and moved it irresistibly between his muscled thighs. I couldn't look because the other one had mashed my face to his firm pecs, but I felt a thick tube of flesh along the inseam of his jeans. He pushed my hand along its length from egg sized balls down inch after inch. It grew harder and longer as I touched it. "Do you like mine?" asked the one holding me as he rubbed his hand along the shaft. He pushed my face down toward his lap as he brought his piece to full size. My lips were pressed to its cloth covered flanks. It was as thick as a cob of corn and seemed to extend almost to his knee. "I think this is the firecracker you really need. Do you want me to explode inside you?" I couldn't say anything. After a few more minutes bouncing along the road with my face pressed into his thigh the truck stopped. The boys piled out and I was pulled from the vehicle and tossed to the ground at the foot of the boy who had held me. I could see a big wet mark on the middle of his thigh where my mouth had rested and a smaller spot six inches further down where the denim clad head ended. A few seconds later the driver came up behind me and hauled me up. They roughly stripped me out of my clothes and a couple of minutes later I found myself securely tied hands and feet to two poles set like a giant X into the ground. I was facing a small cabin set beside a mountain brook where it broadened into a pool about a 100 feet wide before continuing down to the valley. A corral containing a couple of large horses was set to the side. "We'll show you how we celebrate the Fourth of July, white boy," snarled the large Indian that had driven the truck . "My people used to have this entire area to live and hunt. Now we are allowed to own a small portion." He continued his tirade, but I wasn't paying any attention because I was too engrossed with what was revealed as they started removing their clothes. Both young men could be champion bodybuilders. They looked like brothers. As their shirts came off I could see their strong wide chests with muscular pectorals, broad shoulders and arms that topped twenty inches. Their smooth hairless skin was deeply tanned to a uniform dark red brown. Their tits stood out proud and firm, even darker. A thick neck supported a classic face, deep black eyes that pierced me with their gaze, all framed with straight, shoulder length dark hair. Their wide trapezius muscles tapered dramatically to a narrow waist that sported three rows of firm abdominals without a hint of fat. As they unbuttoned their jeans I saw the top of a black bush of pubic hair. Pushing their pants lower, the top of two thick fleshy poles came into view. Inch after inch was revealed as they slowly exposed their manhoods as I watched with mouth agape. I could see them watching me watch them, pleased with the awe they saw reflected in my features. They were almost to their knees when the large mushroom shaped heads popped free allowing the stiff poles to snap up vertical against solid stomachs. Both shafts easily outreached their navels by several inches. Scared as I was to be so helpless, I was excited as well. My own eight inches was sticking out horizontal as I contemplated the sexual power of equipment more than half again bigger. One of them hoisted a barrel, his muscles standing out in sharp relief from the effort. It thudded down solidly in front of the frame to which I was tied. He jumped upon it, placing his groin at the level of my face. Beginning a chant he started a dance swaying his hips in front of me. As he moved his sex tool slid along my face, caressing me. When he pressed his tightly packed balls against my lips I licked them without prompting. As he lowered his body I continued up the long length tasting the salt from his sweat and inhaling his musky male aroma. When the flared head was in reach I massaged the rim of its crown with my tongue. The head had come fully clear of its sheath. He pushed it against my lips. I knew what he expected and opened wide to allow him to get inside as I continued to work his monster intrusion with my lips and tongue. He held my head in his powerful hands and speared the shaft into my mouth. He was less than half in when I felt the tip enter my throat. I started to gag. He eased a couple inches out and adjusted the angle of my head to align it with my throat and tried again. After a false start, I felt it slip downward as I reflexively swallowed down more and more. Up and down, in and out, he worked himself into my straining gullet. As his last few inches pushed in it felt like the shaft had forced down the full length of my throat and into the top of my chest. With my nose pressed into his groin I had the full hot length of his throbbing flesh embedded in my body, over thirteen inches. As he started to stroke himself through me, I felt a new sensation. Strong fingers were probing my ass. One stiff digit was pushed up through my ass ring. It explored up inside as I shifted my hips the few inches allowed by my restraints. I resigned myself to the attentions of the Indian boy behind me and the rape of my ass that would shortly follow. When I relaxed around his finger he added a second. My senses were divided by the action at my mouth and ass. The fingers were removed and a cold liquid squirted up inside me. The finger fuck began anew, spreading the fluid over my guts. He touched a sensitive spot and I let out a grunt of surprise that was muffled by my stuffed mouth. He played with me, roughly massaging my pleasure button. My own dick was bouncing with excitement. Soon a third finger was added, spreading my soon to no longer be virgin ass even further. When the fingers were removed, I felt empty. I felt something much thicker than three fingers spread my ass cheeks. A blunt shape pressed against my hole. The Indian youth behind me reached around me with his mighty arms. He pressed his muscular chest against my back and I felt his breath against my ear. He slid his hand lower on my body, leaving a slick trail of my ass juices. He grabbed my shaft by the base and pulled my groin back. The cross of the poles holding my ankles and wrists pressed into the small of my back as my hole spread inexorably from the pressure of his steely shaft. A sudden thrust stabbed the head of his monster member through the ring of muscle that guarded my intimate depths. My body convulsed in silent pain as this barrier was ripped open by his irresistible force. I gasped for air around the intrusion that my other assailant was using to dominate my mouth. More pushed inside me, stretching my guts to accommodate his massive dimensions. When the huge head touched the sweet spot he'd manipulated before, I lost it, overwhelmed with sensation, my prick spasmed in the hand of the man fucking me. I felt my cum spurt again and again as, weakened by orgasm, I slumped in my bonds. I recovered with my face held tightly to the muscular body of the first Indian, my mouth straining around the thickness that speared my throat. The other one must have used my collapse to push in even deeper as I awoke feeling him pressing my abs from the inside. When they realized I was alert they started to push their massive meat through my body. It felt like I was being pulled inside out when the guy behind me started to withdraw. They coordinated their movements, starting with short strokes, four or five inches, and building up until they were moving their full tremendous lengths through my quivering body. As their fuck poles pistoned my throat and ass the pressure in my gut would build forcing the air from my lungs, escaping around the thick shaft even as it plunged deeper in my body. On the out stroke their absence vacuumed my guts and my lungs were forced to inhale in a weird sexual variation on artificial respiration. I didn't fight it, but instead gave myself over to the new sensations. The taste and smell of the powerful young man filling my mouth and throat, the massage of my ass and intestines as the other one filled them to bursting with his dominating presence, the straining of my own inadequate member as it was stroked by a strong hand, all competed for my attention. I felt helpless before their might, a boy being used by men even though they were probably no older than I. But I wanted to be used by them, to give them pleasure, to feel them have their way with me. As I drifted awash with these strange feelings, I dimly perceived that something was happening. The boys had plunged in to the max and a throbbing beat was building through my body. I could feel the first spurt of cum course through their buried flesh as it flew past the muscles of my lips and ass, squeezed by the constricting flesh of throat and gut, finally spurting forth like liquid fire deep inside me. A second, third and fourth followed and then I lost count while somehow realizing that my own dick was shooting in sympathy. I must have passed out. I came to sprawled on the grass. I had been cut free. The remnants of my bonds still were around my wrists and ankles. It was dark. The Indian boys were sitting by a fire eating. My face neck and chest were coated in drying cum whose unusual tangy taste still lingered in my mouth. My abused ass felt empty. I rubbed it, feeling the fluid that was seeping out the tortured opening, a mixture of cum, blood and ass juices. Noticing I'd come around, they invited me to share their meal. The biggest Indian boy, the one who fucked me, was sitting by the fire with crossed legs. He grabbed my hips and forced me on to his lap with my legs spread over his thighs. The length of his thick cock pushed into my ass crack. Even half hard as he was it was over 10 inches long and the head stuck out beneath my balls half way along my own stiff eight inches. His thighs were twice the size of mine and it felt like I were sitting on a marble statue. My motion on top of him provided enough stimulation to cause him to come to full erection. As I watched his sex tool expanded to its full size, outreaching my own piece by half an inch even though the first six inches of shaft were pushing through my ass cheeks. The head popped clear of his stretched foreskin, bright red and shining in contrast to the darker tone of the heavily veined shaft. Heat flowed from his manhood to mine as they strained side by side. His a mighty trunk over twice as thick as the twig I sported. His arms reached around me. I felt his muscles work as they pushed against the skin of my back. He tore off a piece of the animal they had cooked and pushed it into my mouth with strong fingers. I ate it hungrily and he let his fingers lingers until I sucked off the tasty juices. He alternated feeding himself and me. I was fed as I hadn't been since I was an infant, but I accepted this because I certainly felt as helpless as a baby among these strong men. They other boy told me a bit about themselves. They were brothers. The oldest, who was feeding me, was nineteen; actually a few months younger than I. The other just eighteen. They'd been living on the mountain for a couple of years since their parents died, run down by a drunk driver on the highway that crossed the reservation. They get most of what they need hunting and fishing, but take odd jobs to earn money for a few luxuries of white civilization that make life a bit easier. I asked him what they're called. Master was the answer. I was to be their slave. I think I had already figured that part out. The younger brother then broke off the conversation, announcing it was his turn to fuck me. With that the guy holding me leaned back, pulling me with him until I rested on his solid trunk. He gripped my knees and pulled them to my chest, popping his pole from my ass crack and exposing my hole. Looking through my legs I saw the younger brother approach me, his own sex hard and ready, just slightly smaller than his sibling's that I could still see standing straight and tall beyond my crotch. The youthful Indian boy used two hands to push down on his taut pole to align himself with my quivering hole. As his big brother held me tightly I felt my ass expanded by his irresistible sexuality. I convulsed with the pain and pleasure of penetration held in an unbreakable embrace. As I adjusted again to the massive invasion of my body, helped by the pleasure spread from sensitive points within me, I glanced down to check his progress. At least half a foot of firm flesh had disappeared. Behind my drawn up balls I could see my dilated ass ring clinging tight around the dark spear stabbing my guts. My surprise came when I saw that in penetrating me he had sat upon his elder brother who was in at least as deep in him as he in me. The boy beneath me started undulating his hips, shoving his stick into his brother while forcing him deeper in my ass. The exquisite sensations of being stuffed and overstuffed by hot flesh returned. I was in heaven, writhing in ecstasy on a bed of muscles. I could feel the younger brother's powerful prick buck inside my gut each time his ass was plugged with the fourteen plus inches. I leaned my head back on cannon ball shoulders and gave myself over to sheer pleasure. I saw in the distance the sky rockets from the celebration in town. Each pillar of fire seemed connected to the shaft rocketing up my ass. The explosion in the sky matched by an explosion in my gut as it bottomed out. As the display in the sky built to a climax, so did I. Explosions followed one after the other, inside and out. As fire spread across the stars, liquid fire spurted in my gut. My cum sprayed over my body in a feeble attempt to cool overheated flesh. Our passion seemed to slow time to a crawl, fading slowly as the lights in the sky dimmed. The young brave leaned forward to sandwich me between the two muscled boys. His softening but still massive member remained inside while our breathing slowly returned to normal. "I think our little slave is turning into a sex addict," observed the upper boy to his brother. "You like serving us, don't you?" "Yes, Master," I replied softly. It was true. I would have been willing to do anything just to keep feeling the pleasure they could generate within me. Satisfied with my sincerity, the young brave raised himself off the pile of flesh. I felt him slide from me as I squeezed my ass muscles to enhance the friction. As he cleared my hole his brother popped out of his own firm butt. Some of the copious loads deposited in each of us spilled from the ravaged openings. Mine coated the older brother's groin and his spread down the inside of his own taut thighs. I cleaned up the mess, every last drop, with my mouth and tongue. They showed me the pool formed by the brook that was used for bathing. It was chest deep for me, only a bit over the waist for them, and cold from snow melt higher up in the mountain. They fooled around in the water for a while. One game seemed to be a variation of water polo with me as the ball. If I weren't being almost torn in two, I was in danger of drowning as their supreme strength was pitted against each other for control of my body. The younger boy won. I was to be his for the night. Preparing to turn in, they showed me where to go to relieve myself, squatting on a flat rock where the stream flowed swiftly after exiting the little lake. After cleaning off in the flow, the victor hoisted his prize over his shoulder. As he carried me to the cabin with my torso draped down his broad back, one hand patted my butt, a strong finger slowly exploring the tender skin around my hole. The cabin only had one bed. I was deposited in the middle and my young master wasted no time getting in bed behind me, rolling me on my side and entering my ass. I felt complete as the empty feeling inside me was filled with hot man meat. The other boy got in facing me. My dick, stiff again, rested along side his much larger one as I used his bulging biceps as a pillow. The bed creaked as the fuck motion started. We built to another delightful explosion and I drifted off to sleep with his hot jizz warming me deep inside. I dreamed of fucking and sucking these beautiful, strong, dominating men-boys all night. I awoke in bed alone. It was day. I looked around seeing no one. I calmed down when I caught the smell of breakfast wafting in from outside. I was covered front and back with drying cum that even formed small pools in spots on the mattress. Perhaps not everything last night was a dream? I went out to serve my masters. They kept me for a week before telling me I could go. I didn't want to leave. I begged and cried and they relented. I went home, calmed my worried folks and within a week moved back to the mountain. The outdoor life and energetic sex has been good to me. I've gained twenty pounds of muscle, but they each still have sixty pounds on me. I lost my tan line. I work in town and my income supports us all. My masters each carved lifelike wooden dildos and one is inserted up me each day I leave for work. It makes the motorcycle ride on the rough mountain road real fun even though I know it will be hours before I get back to the real thing. I like my life.

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Date: Sun, 03 Dec 2000 12:02:37 -0500 From: Phaedrus Fantasies Subject: The New Hire 12/3/00 This a work of fiction called The New Hire. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it. I welcome all comments and correspondence and ask they be sent to: Phaedrus Fantasies at email address: aytouns@hotmail.com THE NEW HIRE ============ The Set Up ---------- You've an important job interview for an executive marketing position with an established New York advertising firm. You've long been hoping for this opportunity and you're certain to dress in your best suit and tie, checking your appearance multiple times before you head out for your interview at the World Trade Center. You're looking and feeling sharp and ready for the future to open for you! The interview takes place in a large, private office and is conducted by a handsome, courteous man named Stephen who appears to be in his mid- thirties. By his appearance and the comfort of his office he looks to have done quite well. Stephen eyes you keenly as you respond to his probing questions about your work habits and attitudes. He's a good looking, well dressed and impressive man who relaxes you with his smooth and confident manner and you're surprisingly relaxed and comfortable while speaking with him. You believe the interview to be going well and sense your chances of being hired improving the longer the interview goes. Around 11:45 Stephen stands from behind his desk and you're discouraged to think he's concluding the interview. Instead he says, "We've run a little longer than I'd expected. Since I'd already planned to lunch with Mr. Walters, the Department Head, perhaps you would you like to join us? You look like the type we need around here and I'd have recommended you return for a second interview with him. Perhaps you two can talk and get to know each other over lunch. Is that fine with you?" "Certainly" you reply evenly, all the while thinking how well things are progressing. A second interview already! For the briefest of moments, Stephen gives you an intense gaze - causing you a bit of unease, but something within you offers back an equally strong gaze... "Good, let me get him then. Please make yourself comfortable on the couch over there, I'll be but a few minutes" and with that he leaves the office. A short while later, Stephen returns with Mr. Walters - a tall, older, good looking man, dressed very professionally who quickly and cordially gives you a firm, two handed handshake. "Pleasure to meet you, I'm Walters, I can see why you've so impressed my man Stephen here" he says holding you firm with his grip "shall we speak some over lunch? I'm starved"! "My pleasure sir..." and with that Walters offers you to walk ahead, out of the office. You have the oddest sense that they are exchanging glances. Offering silent opinion of you. Well, that's only natural you decide given the circumstances... It's in the crowded and long elevator ride down that you gain a true appreciation of the height of this building. "I wouldn't want to have to take the stairs" you say in a hushed joke. Many in the car nod and chuckle in agreement. Lunch is an interesting affair. You have to continually remind yourself to remain on your best, most professional behavior because your lunch partners are rather insistent on relaxing and actually don't speak much of work at all! Multiple rounds of drinks are ordered and you battle to keep sharp! All the conversation is friendly and personal in nature and more than a few occasions Walters reaches out and touches and holds your arm when making some point. You're finding yourself more and more comfortable and relaxed. Occasionally, Stephen will gives you appraising, direct looks and you find your own glances remaining on him after he's turned away. More drinks are ordered! "My God, you think to yourself, I won't be able to put two words together if this keeps up," but the lunch and relaxed conversation goes on... Finally, a truce is called! "Why don't we head back and conclude this in the office" Walters offers with a smile. Is it your imagination, have you really had too much to drink? These good looking men seem to be seeing right into you with their eyes! Passage ------- Back inside the building, the three of you step to the rear of the elevator. The rush of those returning from lunch moves your group into the back corner. Stephen is pushed up against the back wall, Walters against the side wall immediately to his left and you're standing in front of Stephen. The crush of people pushes you into and against Stephen "Sorry" you whisper and try to move, but no room is allowed. He doesn't move at all. As the elevator doors close and you become aware of the tightness of these quarters. You're brushing against Stephen's thighs and your mind acknowledges their firmness. Walters silently stares down at you... As the elevator lifts, you feel something brush against your ass but due to the cramped space, you put it out of your mind. Then, you feel it again... firmer... but again, you say nothing. Then, unmistakably you feel a hand take a firm hold or your ass and begin to caress it! Your mind starts racing - "How can this be?" The massaging continues uninterupted. Your conflicted - not wanting to make a public scene and not necessarily wanting the action to stop just yet. You slowly glance behind you and find Stephen grinning slightly as he stares forward. "I can't believe this" you're thinking, the anxiety you feel in the pit of your stomach is offset by the unmistakable swelling in your crotch. Reflexivly your eyes close as the length of your crack is traced by Stephen's hand and you realize that Walters can probably see the growing bulge in your pants that you're now helpless to control. You want to say something, but can't. You're unwilling to resist and as your rod stiffens completely you realize you wouldn't if you could. Weak and breathing shortly, you glance to Walters and confirm his attentions. A downward glance to this crotch confirms his intentions! Fully aroused now, you realize that you want these men. Their scent close to you, their tongues probing your soul. Although you've never been with a man, you'd fantasized of it often and wondered. You're now surrendering to that fantasy that will be real. Your lips will soon wrap around a cock for the first time! The promise of this causes your rod to throb. You slowly "adjust" yourself to ease the tightness in your crotch and also to please Walters who is watching you. You've leaned into Stephen entirely now, your need for his attentions complete. A pride comes over you because of the strength of the bulge in your pants and the need it proves "I want what you want" it tells them "I'm with you" it declares. A river of sweat runs down the center of your back. Precum flows down your shaft, collecting in a cool, damp pool around your balls. Your need for their caresses is definite! Your need for release immediate! The irreversible course that you're now on has your passions hotter than you've ever known them. Your head is swirling, your heart is pounding and your cock is throbbing full and hard! Stephen grabs your supple ass feverishly now, he himself squirming against the back wall! Finally the elevator stops on your floor. You've become so weak, you must steady yourself from falling. Without a spoken word, the three of you head urgently toward your needs. Walking through the general office you bypass all other realities, guided strictly by your lusts for each other. "Hold my calls" you hear someone say and then the office door closes behind you... In a moment Walters has your head back and his tongue is deep within your accepting mouth. As you lean back, Stephen quickly works your belt, drops your pants to the floor and buries your raging cock down his throat. Finally you are joined! A flood of passions rage over you all at once. Your needs are great - your strengths greater. You have surrendered yourself to the strong embrace of Walters who slowly lowers you back against the couch your mouths working furiously all the while. Stephen has complete command of your cock and doesnt miss a beat with his tormenting tongue! Within minutes, you explode! Releasing a thunderous, convulsive load of cum, from deep within you. So long denied! So long repressed! Finally, you've given in to your truest needs! Finally, another man has released you to what you'd silently yearned for all these years! Walters quickly straightens up and tears off his clothes. It's then that your new found freedom becomes clear. You're staring in a trance at a beautiful large cock. No longer ruled by guilt, you're not self conscious or feel the need to look away. Instead, you're transfixed by a red and throbbing rod that glistens with precum, With a freedom of action you didn't think you possessed and an ease you never thought you'd enjoy, your hand finds his thick shaft and guides the dickhead to your hungry mouth! He straddles you, his cock extending into your devouring mouth! This is what you've so long sought. This is what you've denied yourself too long! You swirl your tongue around his cockhead with fury while pumping his shaft..."empty into me..". you say to yourself as you suck your first, magnificent cock. Stephen has spread Walters asscheeks and buried his tongue into his hole! Walters eyes close, he's a complete prisoner now to his lovers attentions and his needs for them. His knees buckle once and the assault on his manhood continues, again he weakens and then finally in a spasm of passion his rod hardens to its fullest and spews a load of hot cum into your mouth! With a hunger you'd never before shown any cunt, you work his twitching shaft and drink him like an animal. You work his cock for all it's worth! This is your defining moment. You have finally found yourself and the freedom so long sought. Your own cock grows again. Its need spoken by its increasing rigidity. Stephen wastes no time and is on you quickly bringing you to full attention and desire by sucking your dickhead and squeezing your balls. He doesn't complete you though. Rather, he simply steps back. You realize the instruction given without any spoken word and you turn onto your knees and lay across the couch. The time has come for you to lose your true virginity, the one that all men have. Not the false one, lost so easily so many years ago. Stephen buries his tongue in your asshole and sucks and you begin to moaning lowly as he sucks your mancunt. Walters has sat on the couch beside you and watches, stroking your hair and back. He rubs his balls gently, bringing his cock back to attention. You spread your legs, lower your back, offer your ass up high and soon Stephen's long and slender cock is smoothly pumping your ass! "Ahhhhh" you have finally discovered yourself and your own rod pumps cum to mark your passage! You position yourself better - you know what to do. This is the only way you could ever please yourself with a woman - by taking them from behind. Your own emptiness led you to believe you couldn't satisfy them anyway. They may have realized your own needs better than you and suspected that you were fantasizing it was a man's ass you were holding and fucking. That's how they knew that putting the heel of their foot at your asshole, allowing you to grind on it would bring forth your cocks full passion. Only did you become fully and completely hard. Only then would you spew your misdirected cum. No more. Your reality is clear now. Your hungers exposed and acknowledged completely. You motion to Walters to slide over and sit before you and you lose your mind sucking his cock. Your soul was crying out "Make me whole today." You are lost in the pure and uninhibited passion that only men who love other men can ever know. In numerous and different ways you exposed and satisfied your truest needs to each other that afternoon. What began as an opportunity for a new career, instead became passage to an entirely new and self realized life! Training Sessions ----------------- Needless to say, the job was yours! Although never able to quite put your finger on it, looking back you feel that the first body rocking load of cum you emptied into Stephen's mouth may have closed the deal! Or perhaps it was the third swallowed by Walters... Regardless, now it was time to learn your true duties. Now you must learn how to truly serve the firm. As instructed, you'd lied to everyone. Packed a bag and headed out for the airport in route to Dallas - a week long training seminar... The car was parked just where you'd been told it would be. The precision of this company was truly securing! Parking your own car, you transferred into it and drove off with a good looking but unknown and silent man. To where you didn't know. For what, your mind raced excitedly to know. But just as you'd surrendered into his arms on that first day, you sensed Walters somehow directing this, and recalled the promise made..."I'm with you.".. The chamber was expansive and lit primarily by spotlights. Being large and circular, your eyes had to follow along the wall in order to take in all its contents which at first glance looked like a gym. A number of racks and "machines" were affixed to the wall which upon closer viewing made you realize different kinds of "workouts" took place here! You saw entrances to adjoining rooms, a kitchen, shower and sleeping quarters. "No expense spared here..." you thought.. "Welcome to your home away from home" a voice from behind said deeply and just as unexpectedly in stepped Stephen wearing a black robe and sandals. You're pleased to see him again and smile warmly, but he takes no notice. "This is where you will stay for the next week. While we train you," he said while walking to the center of the room. "We've liked what we've seen so far and intend to nurture your abilities to the fullest" That anxious feeling returned to the pit of your stomach...you wondered if Stephen realized how hot he made you! Just the sight of him wanted you on your knees servicing him! He allowed his robe to open exposing the firm body you loved licking - olive skinned, manly and tight, your cock jumps at the sight of his tight ass in those that skimpy, black panties..."let me chew them off"...you beg silently - he looks to you, staring coldly, but teasingly he begins to handle his sizeable bulge, eyes intent on yours. "Good" he says soflty, gauging your reaction as his cock stiffens to attention. In a moment you're on your knees before him, kissing his crotch. You pull the front of his panty briefs down under his balls, raising them to your ferocious hunger. "Mmmmmmmmm.....very good," he says watching you devour him. Your mouth wildly alternated between sucking his shaft and kissing his balls and you whispered back in a voice hoarse from passion "Mmmmmmmm... teach me Stephen." Grabbing the back of his panties, you pulled them up and wedged them in his crack, exposing his tight buns. He moaned and raised up on his toes as you jerked upward, lifting his cock further into your mouth. Working him like a puppet, you rocked him to oblivion. The role of teacher and student was blurred in a frenzy of male passion and submission. Although a strong-willed and successful man in the firm, Stephen has strong submissive desires as well. Walters chose and trained his men well...and it seems, Stephen could mark his man just as well. "Ahhhhh...suck me you bitch..." he moaned as his cock reached its passion point... "Ohhhhhhh..." he released! Jets of cum streamed down your throat from his twitching rod. You sucked him down hungrily, pulled his panties up hard in back, tormented his dickhead with quick and hard swirls forcing him to surrender more and more of himself to your mouth. Slowly and deliciously you drained him of all he had and looking up to him wryly asked, "Did I serve you well?" - he responded quickly by plunging his tongue deep in your mouth. With hands on both sides of your face, he sucked your tongue into his mouth with fury. Your cock, which had poured cum in your shorts strained for attention! Stephen reached under and grabbed you and gauging your distress. "Come, clean me off..." With that he guided you to a large shower room with multiple shower heads and benches. Finally stripped of your own clothes and naked, your rod jumped and bounced as you practically ran after him, your truest source of need and passion! As instructed you lathered him well. He relished your caresses and you were certain to massage and clean him everywhere. Raising his arms, palms against the shower wall, he turned and you obligingly worked your soapy hands over his tight ass and crack. "Mmmmm..." he squirmed and swayed under your touch, relaxed completely in the hot steamy room. He stepped his legs apart - you captured the instruction and inserted your finger up his ass..."Ahhhhhhhhh...good, so gooood" he said and you buried your finger to the hilt. Sliding easily in and out, his cock stretched into a beautiful rod, but you ignored it, content to please him with a loving finger fuck. Finally you couldn't resist him any longer. You pushed him down onto one of the benches and slammed your cock up his sweet ass! His back arched up and you're were one at last! "Fuck me..." he begged softly as you worked your stiff rod into him. Your own passion had been too long tormented and delayed and after just a few minutes of excellent fucking you burst a heavy flow of cum into him. "OHHHHH" you moaned together, both working to bring you off completely. His asshole grabbed at your rod tightly, his cheeks closing on your shaft and he drew every drop out of you! You'd surrendered back to him allowing him to work your spewing dick like a true Master! "Take me..." you whispered in his ear, "I'm yours.". and following your instruction he continued to drain your vein dry! Collapsing in a steamy mass, you clutched at each other and held each other close. It would be some time before either of you would release. Important lessons had been conducted...and the training session hadn't officially begun yet. You could only hope those still to come would prove as educational! Settling In ----------- Life was moving along quite nicely now. Professionally, everything was going very smoothly. You enjoyed your job immensely, your co-workers were all pleasant and hard working and the excitement of working in New York City got you up and out of bed looking to attack each day. You were often put to work on projects where you found yourself working under Stephen's direct supervision in his capacity as the "team leader." You found the irony humorous... Personally, you were actually spending some weekends at Stephen's comfortable home, were he seemed all too eager to make you Lord of the Manor and relinquish control over his fine ass. Being that he was your direct superior, you followed his lead. You never want to disappoint your boss. Although a management leader, Stephen desired anything but in his personal tastes. Rather, his cock grew hardest, his pleadings loudest and cumshots the furthest the greater his submission to your will. Isn't it odd how that sometimes is the case and how irresistibly pleasing as well! After attending to his swollen cock on numerous occasions, the inevitable "office gossip" began pouring out as well. As it happens, Stephen was the favorite of Walter's, the department head who used him to release and satisfy his own darkest hungers. Those his wife simply couldn't understand or hope to relieve. How could she? Over the course of time, Stephen had become very familiar with Walter's 10" cock as his ass lovingly reduced Walter's resolve and authority to convulsive streams of passionate cum. Your own mind and soul stirred as you recalled how pleasing that cock had tasted in your mouth. Its warmth felt against your cheeks as you kissed and tasted its shaft. Walter's moans echoed in your ears as you recalled assaulting his dickhead and bringing out his sweet juices. "Yes" you thought, "I will have more of that!" Possibilities began emerging in your mind... In the meantime, life with Stephen had become quite enjoyable. It was his house...but he allowed you to rule the roost. He was capable of seeking your instruction on most any matter and you grew more and more accustomed to tendering it. Stephen's usual attire around the house consisted of little more than the tightest bikini underwear and T shirts, both of which displayed his muscular torso and deliciously hard ass. Your own cock was kept in a constant semi-hard state...except on those numerous times when it was captured between Stephen's ass cheeks, pumping your soul into him! He doted on your wants and needs constantly and after time he began jokingly and lovingly calling you Sir! Little did you know how great life would become when you had sent in that resume! Your boss wanted to be your bitch! The combination of Stephen's compliant nature and your own personal and professional hungers, had you envisioning rapid advancement within the firm... But one step at a time. You needed first to cement your relationship with Stephen. Bring out, kiss and fondle, his deep desires to submit to you while firmly establishing your dominance over him. It would be easier to get to and deal with Walter's that way and again get hold of Walter's great weakness, that magnificent cock. Reversal -------- Stephen was on his knees before you, hunched over and laying across the footrest. His hands were tightly bound behind him while his ankles were tied to ropes leading off in diagonals making his beautiful ass spread invitingly and beckon your affections. A ball gag silenced him and stifled his increased breathing while a blindfold left him nothing but "visions" of the mind and soul. It had taken less liquor than you'd expected for him to accept your directions and succumb to his weakness. He would come to understand and love the pleasure/pain of submission. The throbbing of his cock and the gifts of cum he would spew would mark your role changes... "Ahhhh Stephen, you sweet bitch..." you said softly as you admired his helpless beauty. Your own cock was fully erect and yearned to assault him, but not yet, there were chores to attend to first. Your hand caressed your simmering passions... Kneeling, you proceeded to oil down his entire body. Running your hands over him, you could feel each muscle react to your strong, stoking motions. Your own breathing shortened since your own need for this man was powerful, but you controlled your inner fury and continued to rub him down. Stephen had virtually melted into your hands and his moans rewarded your actions. His glistening ass was truly a thing of beauty and you took more time caressing each firm cheek. Pouring oil down his crack, your hand ran the length of it and massaged and squeezed his balls lovingly, lubing and prodding his asshole. "I'll have this soon..." you were thinking. Your heart pounded as you fingered his hole bringing out deeper moans. Stephen added to his shiny appearance by breaking out in passion sweat as you slowly, sweetly, finger fucked him. "Mmmmmmmm you will be mine shortly..." You tasted the precum flowing from your cock "Just about ready" you thought! Grasping Stephen's straining cock you stroked its wet length in time with your ass action. "Ahhhhhhh..." he moans through the gag, his legs trying to spread and afford you greater access. When he reached his peak of passion...when one more touch would bring forward rewarding release...you stopped. "OHHHHH..." was Stephen's muffled cry. "No slut, you will not cum until I demand it now. I have some more love to give you..." Running the whip bundle across his body, you made him aware of its presence and forewarned him of the pleasures to come... You gently hit him across his ass. He jumped forward and you caressed him soothingly. You realized you couldn't keep your hands off his butt. "There now...sweet thing" Again you hit him, this time with greater force across his mid-section "Mmmmmm, he winced. Sweat covered him now, beading up on his oiled body. "I want you Stephen... NOW!" Again with the whip, hard across his butt. His ass cheeks bounced back as if seeking more attention...You hit him again, and yet again. He was panting heavily now through his gag, cum drained from his cock as his mind forced complete surrender to you. You grabbed an erect nipple, twisted and pinched it hard. His body jumped up with as if hit by an electric jolt, his cock shooting off a last stream of cum! A few more quick strokes with the whip across his ass was all you could muster before you surrendered to your own needs and attacked his ass savagely! Your cock finally found what it needed when it was planted deep within him. As much as his binds would allow, Stephen moved his ass in rhythm with your furious pumping. Never had you fucked a man this hard and with such abandon. Your eyes closed as your only reality became the sweet ass dancing on your dick. "Ahhhhhhhh bitch!..." Stephen was entirely yours now in body and soul. His back arched as he met each of your impassioned jabs with his own thrust. You'd worked yourself into a mindless frenzy fucking him. "Cum for me..." and he was, spewing uncontrollably so powerful was his passion, so complete his surrender. Your own shaft became rock hard and your whole body shook as you unloaded your soul into this man's glorious ass! Cum rocketed off in convulsive spasms of male dominance! Fucking him, filling him, owning him! "AHHHHHH..." you both cry out, eyes closed to the world, souls joined. You'd pulled out and collapsed onto the floor gasping for breath, your cock still twitching. Gathering yourself, you move the footrest which Stephen had used for support during your assaults and sit spread eagle in front of him. You removed his gag and blindfold and his eyes became fixed on your cock, the object of his core need and love. In moments his mouth was on you. Sucking, kissing, lovingly cleaning your cock. Lapping at you, he was bringing you back to complete erection by his mouth alone. "Mmmm sweet Stephen..." you stroked his sweaty hair. He began to pump your growing rod with his lips. You closed your eyes and accepted his worship. He sucked you down, his tongue making your cock twitch and jump each time it swirled the highly sensitive head "Ohhhhhh..." your dead legs twitched. "Mmmmmmm... sweet..." you murmured. He had you now. Your cock firm, dickhead expanding, he sucked you in harder head jerking furiously... "AAAAHHHHHH..." you cried as your cream flowed smoothly into his hungry mouth, his lips bringing it up. "Suck me Stephen..." you moaned your command as you slowly passed out. He obeyed as was his true nature and without delay made love to your cock like no man's ever before it. This he lovingly realized was his Master's cock. Author: Phaedrus Email comments/correspondence to: Phaedrus Fantasies - aytouns@hotmail.com

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Date: Sun, 27 Aug 2000 17:14:27 EDT From: jaybob23@hotmail.com Subject: Good boy Warning: This story contains graphic depictions of hardcore sex featuring consenting male adults. If this turns you off, don't read it. This is fiction; the characters are not depictions of any real persons, living or dead. It was after graduation and I didn't know what I wanted to do with my life, so some friends and I packed up the car and headed off for a cross-country road trip. Things went pretty well until a few weeks into the trip when we took a wrong turn and found ourselves on a deserted stretch of Iowa back-road. My buddies wanted to turn back and head for home. I didn't. After a heated argument, I grabbed my pack and my friends left me by the side of the road. I had no plan, other than hitch a ride out of the state, and fast. It wasn't until the car had disappeared over the darkening horizon that I realized, in my haste, I had left my wallet on the back seat. I was in the middle of the cornfields, with nowhere to go, not another car in sight, and not even a dime to call for help. Not that there was a phone anywhere in one hundred miles. I was screwed. I must have walked for an hour or more without seeing a single car. I sat down in the dusty road, my head in my hands, alone and really rather afraid. Just then a pair of headlights appeared in the distance and as the lights grew closer I discerned an old Ford pickup heading toward me. The Ford stopped abruptly. "What the fuck are you doing?" called the driver from behind the wheel. I stood up slowly and ambled over to him. As I approached, the form of the driver took shape before me. He was a hard, burly man, maybe forty, tan, with dark wavy hair, an iron jaw, and a stubbled chin. I immediately forgot what I was planning to say. I could only mumble, "Sorry." "Sorry? Shit. Ain't you got any sense just sitting in the middle of the road like that? You're damn lucky I didn't just punch the gas and flatten your stupid ass." I hung my head, saying once more, "Sorry, sir." My obvious dejection--or was it my saying "sir"?-- must have struck a chord with this hunky fellow because he smiled warmly and reached out his big hand. The sleeve of his work shirt pulled up to reveal a massive bicep, which I could tell was attached to a solid, muscular frame "My name's Earl," he said more kindly. "Need a ride son?" "Yes, please," I said. I was so happy to be rescued, and by such a brawny stud that I quickly added again, "Yes, sir." I was very tired by now and was glad Earl didn't seem to want to talk. We drove on through the silent darkness for quite a while. I hadn't told him where I was headed, and he hadn't asked. Whatever had to be done, I just hoped he'd take care of it. I must have fallen sound asleep, because the next thing I knew it was morning. I awoke in a large, comfortable bed with Earl standing over me, watching me sleep. He was wearing old jeans and a flannel shirt that was nearly bursting at the seems from the thick muscles beneath it. Earl still hadn't shaved, and sight of this fine specimen of man--now fully revealed in the morning light and standing by my bed--made me shiver with delight and anticipation. "Rise and shine son. There's work to be done," he announced. "What?" I asked groggily, half asleep and slightly disappointed. "Work?" "Damn straight boy," he said a bit more sternly. "Breakfast is on the table. Get dressed, eat, and meet me in the barn in 15 minutes. Don't be late or I'll take it out on your ass." Despite his tempting offer, I still made it down to the barn in under fifteen minutes. Earl glanced at his watch and smiled approvingly. I don't know why it made me feel happy to know he was pleased, but it was a feeling I was going to know again. "Put this on," he said throwing me a pair of overalls. I started to turn and undress when I felt the wide palm of his hand swat my ass. "No need for modesty son," Earl said. "I've seen plenty of dick in my life. Yours won't be a surprise. Here let me help you." Then much to my pleasure and embarrassment, he began removing my clothes--slowly, methodically. By the time I was down to my briefs, I was hard, and it showed plainly. "Looks like I've gone and rescued me a sweet little fag boy. Must be my lucky day," he laughed and squeezed my package through my tight briefs. I blushed down to my balls. Earl clucked his tongue approvingly. "We don't get much boy butt around here," he said grabbing the thin cotton by the seams and tearing off the last stitch of my clothes like tissue paper. "That's more like it," Earl continued, with a wink. "Just watch that dick of yours, son. Hate to see it get stuck in something around here." Earl handed me a pitch fork and we got to work. I spent the day buck-naked doing whatever menial chores Earl required. We stopped only once, at noon, to eat a sandwich. Earl sat on a low stool and I squatted by his knee in the cool of the dark barn. By the late afternoon every muscle in my body was exhausted, except one. The tantalizing sight of Earl's sweat-soaked shirt and his tight, faded jeans clinging to that muscular body, was making my exposed dick harder than ever. Earl didn't help matters, slapping my bare, eager ass every time I bent over, leaving red marks on my cheeks. "That's enough for now son," Earl announced at dusk. "Time to wash up." I followed him sheepishly to the front yard where a coiled hose had been lying in the hot sun all day. "We're going to clean you up right, inside and out." With that this hot farmer began rinsing me off. The water was scalding at first. As the water cooled, Earl placed his hands on my back and bent me forward roughly. "Spread those sweet cheeks, son," he ordered. Although slightly afraid of what I knew was coming, I did as I was told. Earl licked two fat fingers and began prying me open. I moaned deeply as I began to loosen up and enjoy the sensation. Suddenly he shoved in the spurting hose nozzle. My ass clamped shut hard as ice-cold water shot up into me. After removing the hose, Earl tied my hands behind my back with a thin strip of leather, expertly and without comment. I was so anxious to have his cock warm my shivering ass that I didn't even think to object. Earl took me by the shoulders and turned me around. His crystal blue eyes were twinkling and his lips were curling into a sexy sneer as he held my chin in his powerful hand. "O.K. boy, if you want me to keep you around, here's what's going to happen," he explained. "From now on you'll be naked and ready for whatever I demand of you. You're going to service me, and whoever I tell you to, every day, every night. When you behave, I'll feed you my cock. But when you are bad, you'll be punished. Understand?" "Yes sir," I answered, nearly swooning. I couldn't wait to get fucked. "Good boy. Now, get into that first stall, on your knees, and wait. And don't go taking care of your own business while you wait." He gave the strap around my wrists a tight pull to punctuate that order. He struck my ass so hard I squealed, and gave me a shove towards the barn. I waited on my knees for Earl to return, as ordered. I knew he'd keep me waiting, but I didn't expect it would be quite so long. Kneeling on that hard dirt floor made my knees hurt and the hay strewn about scratched at my legs. With my hands tied behind me, there was no way to scratch. My dick was aching too but there was no way to take care of that problem either. Desperate for relief, and fearing that Earl would leave me there alone all night, I scooted forward and pressed my body against the rough wall of the stall. Although it wasn't easy to do, I managed to get into a position where my cock was resting against the wall. I was barely able to rub it up and down, humping at the barn boards. As awkward as the position was, it didn't take long before I felt that familiar tightening in my sack. Then I began painting the inside of that barn with my own personal whitewash. Earl appeared suddenly and pushed me backwards, cursing at me even as my cock sprayed onto the dirt floor. "Fucking bitch. I told you not to cum," he shouted, storming out. I lay there with loose hay plastered to my wet, sticky sides and legs, feeling lower than I ever had. I had disobeyed Earl, the man who had rescued me. I was so ashamed I nearly began crying. Earl returned to the stall with his hands behind has back and a look of disgust on his face. I crawled toward him and began begging his forgiveness. "You really sorry, boy?" he asked sternly. "Yes sir, please forgive me. I was bad. I am so, so sorry sir," I cried frantically, nuzzling his crotch with my face, wishing my hands were free to caress that denim-clad bulge. "Please let me show you how sorry I am. Please sir." "No. I don't think so. You were a bad little faggot so you don't get any cream tonight. If you're really sorry, you'll have to prove it. You'll have to prove you're worthy of this cock." "Please sir. I'll do anything. I'll behave. I promise," I pleaded. He took his hands from behind his back and presented me with a huge dildo, at least 10 inches long and two inches in girth. I gasped at the sight of it, thinking there was no way I could take something so huge, fearing it would tear me apart. "You take this for a while," he said evenly. "Then, after you've been punished, maybe I'll give you a little taste of what I keep in my jeans." He pushed me back into the scratchy hay and grabbed my legs, spreading me wide and tying my ankles to the bars of the stall gate with two more leather straps. Earl lubed up his hand and began forcing his way into my hole. The strength of his hot hand, and my desire to be a good bitch for my new master, allowed me to open up and take it all. When I was sufficiently slick and ready, Earl shoved the massive dong deep inside me. I was stuffed full. Then he flipped a switch and powerful, tingling waves flooded through my ass. Earl just walked away. The night became darker and still the fat dildo hummed on. With my hands tied and my legs splayed open, I could do little more than lie back and bear it. The pressure on my cock was enormous and I began begging, first silently, then with increasing volume, "Please come back sir. Please sir." Hours passed and still the vibrating tool kept up its brutal assault. I tried to be brave though, to make Earl proud of me. I began drifting in and out of consciousness--dreaming, fantasizing, hoping my master would return and release me. As the sun cast its first light in through the open doors of the barn, I awoke to the sound of the rooster crowing. I was alone, in the same uncomfortable position as the night before, and with that meaty dildo still buried in my hole. The batteries must have run out at last. The long night was a blur of unrelenting pleasure, and my rock hard dick and well-stretched hole were still painfully reminding me how badly I needed Earl to return and forgive me. I heard Earl's voice coming nearer and, to my dismay, I heard other voices. I could only lay there spread-eagle and dripping with sweat. I was terrified of being found like this but also secretly hoped my master would approve of how well I had taken my punishment--hoping he would grant me the right to serve his cock. "Over here," I heard Earl announce, "is where I'm keeping my new bitch." I looked up to see three young, randy farmers peering into the stall like they were examining a prize filly. "Not bad," said a rugged looking man in a red cap, with a wad of tobacco tucked into his cheek. He was, like Earl, superbly muscled and tan. "He's easy on the eyes Ed, but the bitch sure tries my patience," Earl replied. "Looks like you're still breaking him in," said another handsome buck who had a single stalk of tall grass firmly held in his teeth and was slowly adjusting his ample equipment. Like the others, he was looking not at my face, but at the solid dildo stuck between my swollen ass lips. "Nice hole. How does he suck?" he asked. "I don't really know yet Jim," Earl replied. "He's been a bit uncooperative. He's still not broke in proper I guess. Think he needs more experienced trainers than me." Then Earl turned to me and said gruffly, "What do you think, faggot?" It was the first time Earl had spoken to me since I had disobeyed him last night. Although I was in a humiliating position, I was so thankful. "Yes, please sir. Whatever you say sir," I answered quickly. " I'll be good." "OK bitch. Just so we don't have a repeat of last night, I'm leaving you with Jim, Ed, and Carl. They've broke in plenty of boy-bitches. They'll teach you how to be a good little cock-slave." "How do you want us to handle it?" asked the third man. He was the youngest of the three, perhaps not yet thirty and built like a prize-winning bull at a state fair. The way his white, sleeveless T-shirt stretched across his wide, hairless chest made me lick my lips unconsciously. Even my ass responded by squeezing down harder on the dildo. He looked me squarely in the eyes as he spoke to Earl. "You want him broke in easy?" Earl rubbed his stubbled chin and chuckled slightly. "Hell no Carl. I plan to ride this fucking whore hard everyday. He's got to live for my cock. He's got to be craving my cum from sun up to sun down." Earl smiled wickedly. "Do whatever you have to do fellas." Then he walked out. The three brawny studs untied my legs and dragged me across the cold barn floor and out into the sunlight. My eyes were stinging, adjusting to the brightness, and my ass was smarting from the hard dildo still lodged deep inside. Carl, the younger man, allowed me to kneel in the grass. "Let's get started son," he said, roughly taking a handful of my hair in his fist. "Time to teach you how to please your man." He pulled my face into the big lump in his jeans and I began instinctively to gnaw at it, rubbing my face into the rough cloth. At his command, I undid his zipper with my teeth and awaited further instructions. Carl pulled down his jeans, revealing an old, stained jock strap. The soiled pouch was full and stretched to its limit. Again I was allowed to nuzzle my face into his package. Soon I began trying to free that throbbing cock and his big sweaty balls. "Not yet bitch," Jim commanded, slapping my ass sharply. "You get to suck when Carl says. Understand?" Another slap sweetened my sore ass. "I'm talking to you, you stupid bitch," he yelled sharply. "Yes sir," I answered wincing in pain and breathless with anticipation. "OK." Carl said, "Lets see if you're worth all this trouble boy." He slid off his jock and that long beefy log sprang up, striking me squarely in the chin. He held it there, inches from my face, as drool started to form at the corners of my mouth. Carl's hard shaft looked so damn tasty, I couldn't wait to suck it down. A single glistening drop clung to the bulbous head as he flexed it up and down, wagging it in my face like it was a juicy bone and I was a hungry mongrel bitch. "Wait for it boy," Carl commanded. "Wait for it." Just then Ed's undid my bonds and threw me forward. I couldn't bring my arms around fast enough to stop from falling. Lucky me, I fell directly onto Carl's dick. The long shaft slid neatly into my mouth like a hand into a warm glove. Then another slap stung my ass "I said not yet, faggot," Carl cursed, removing his sweet cock from my mouth, a long strand of saliva still connecting me to that hard dick. "What do you think fellas? This faggot can't even take simple instructions? You've got a lot of learning to do, cocksucker." "I'm sorry sirs. Please forgive me," I said looking up at Carl hungrily. "OK boy," Carl said. "I believe you. Now suck." I threw myself at his pole eagerly, wantonly. It was the best tasting cock I'd ever sucked. The flesh was rigid, and the skin was taught and smooth. I took it as far into my throat as I could manage, not caring that I was nearly gagging and tears were running down my cheeks. Then I pulled back, keeping my lips wrapped tightly around it, my cheeks hollow. My tongue ran in circles around the tender cockhead, dipping into the piss-slit whenever it could to extract another drop of his precious nectar. "Not bad cocksucker," Carl said approvingly as he bucked his hips. "Feels so fine. You love it don't you pig?" I moaned thankfully, my mouth too full of cock meat to speak. Behind me Ed and Jim were hard at work. Ed began removing the dildo, unscrewing it slowly so I felt every inch completely. Each time the head was about to pop out and my ass was almost free of it, Ed rammed that mammoth tool back in full force. Jim took my swinging sack in his left hand and with his right hand began slapping at my low-hanging balls. He never touched my dick, which had not had relief since the night before when I had disobeyed my master. Both men took turns slapping my ass and twisting my nipples tightly until my body felt like it was on fire. Even though I was on the front lawn of Earl's farmhouse in broad daylight, getting brutalized by these hot farm studs, it was the thought that I had let Earl down that made me most ashamed. All I wanted was to prove I was truly worthy of pleasing him. The unimaginable abuse my backside was enduring was the complete opposite of the rapture my mouth was experiencing. Carl's dick was so hot it was nearly burning my tongue and I was loving every glorious morsel of precum that leaked out. As these three men continued rape me, I kept picturing the look on Earl's face when he would see me again, this time eagerly submitting to his every desire. I gobbled happily at Carl's fat cock for a long time, and at last felt some relief when the huge powertool was unscrewed fully from my ass. As the puckered lips of my ass began closing up again, I felt a blunt cockhead touching the edge of my sloppy hole. I couldn't see, but gauged that it was Ed's prick getting into position for a hard fuck. "Ready boy? Take my fat dick," Ed growled as his hot piece broke through my ass in one unforgiving lunge. I let out a desperate scream, but Ed just laughed; he wasn't about to stop now. He grabbed my hips and began pummeling that hard pole in and out viciously. I hadn't seen his cock, but judging from the way it was making my feel, I bet it was at least 8 inches, and thick. After every few thrusts he held it deep in me while sweeping my ass from side to side, essentially stirring my hole with his cock. I spread my legs and arched my back as the sharp pain subsided, giving way to a sweet sensation that I hoped would never end. There was no doubt about it, this man knew how to fuck. Each time the swollen bulb of his cockhead struck my prostate my toes curled up and I let out a low, rumbling groan. "Must have found your sweet spot," Ed said with a chuckle as he continued to bang it into me. "Damn, my cock looks so hot pounding your hole, boy." Looking up at Carl it was clear that he was enjoying the sight of his dick ramming in and out of me too. Soon Carl's hands were around my head and I could tell from the frantic pace as he fucked my mouth, his plump balls bouncing off my chin, that he was almost ready to blow. I couldn't wait to taste that fresh batch of cum. Carl looked down at his submissive cocksucker saying, "You ready to swallow my load faggot?" "Yes sir. Please sir, let me taste it," I begged. As Carl stuck his slick cock back in, Jim released my sore ball sack so he could watch me get creamed. Jim placed his hand to my neck and kept me down on his buddy's big hunk of dick. In my cock-hungry state he didn't have to bother. I couldn't wait for the jiz to start flowing. My tongue was lapping madly around Carl's cock as he drove it through my lips and down into my throat. My rear end was still being brutalized by Ed's fucking monster but I knew I had to concentrate on Carl's hot dick now. At that moment I wanted to please him more than anything else in the world. I wanted him to dump that salty load down my throat and to watch me as I proudly sucked him dry. Then it happened. The first shot of cum was a thick, sweet surprise. The second pulse that ran across my tongue was even more powerful and plentiful. I was torn between wanting Carl's slippery goo to slide warmly down my throat and wanting to run it over my tongue forever, savoring his rich, briny cock juice. The flavor was too much to resist and within seconds Carl's squirting dick was plunging through a mouth filled with its own cum. "Eat it up bitch! Swallow, you fucking cocksucker!" Carl ordered through clenched teeth. I obediently complied, slurping and sucking with all my might to get every pearly drop that his fat balls pumped out. "Hungry little bitch. Loves that man-cream, don't you boy?" Jim purred in my ear as Carl spewed and spewed. Just then Ed plunged forward full force and shot a steaming river of cum into me. Even as he was cumming, Ed slapped at my cheeks and sent a few more sharp, violent thrusts tearing through my hole. I could feel my distended ass muscles rippling along his pole, milking every last drop. Carl's dick stopped spraying at last, but I continued to suck even harder, more desperately. I was so reluctant to give up on his cock, he had to pull it forcibly from my lips. "Not bad, boy. You like the taste of my cum, don't you?" he said, wiping his forehead as I licked the sweat from his spent balls. "Yes sir. Thank you sir. Please sir, I want some more," I answered licking the sugary, salty residue from my lips and bucking my hips back into Ed's tool. I was in ecstasy but still wondered how long I would have to wait until I had another hard dick in my mouth and another syrupy load to swallow. "Fine piece of ass. You boys ready to try some from this end?" Ed groaned as he withdrew his thick, wet pole. "You bet," replied Jim, who had 9 inches at full attention and ready to fuck. Ed scooted around and offered me his slimy meat to clean. Remembering painfully how well he had just used this weapon on my defenseless hole, I was happy to oblige. "Let's work this bitch hard and fast. I've got to empty my nuts quick," Jim announced as he shoved his big tool up my buttered hole. Although Jim's dick was not as long as the one that had just finished fucking me, it had a broad, upward curve and a thickness that stretched my ass in a deliciously unexpected way. It only took a minute for me to adjust myself to the new sensation and begin driving my hips backwards to meet his fucking. Carl sat back on his haunches to my right, watching as his two buddies crammed me full of dick. His own cock now dangled lazily, halfway to the ground. "You see boy, this is how it works," he said over the pounding of hard man-flesh and my own muffled squeals. "You need cock. And your master is generously offering to feed you his, in both holes. You're one lucky bitch. You know that?" Although I was busy gulping down my meaty meal and grinding my ass into that massive pole at my backside, I was listening. And with every ass-reaming, throat-filling plunge, I knew he was right. I had never felt so lucky as I did at that moment servicing these big cocks and knowing if I pleased them I would become Earl's slave. "We all know you're a horny cocksucking pig," Carl continued. "You want to be Earl's bitch and he needs a new hole to stick it in. It's as simple as that. If you keep him happy, you'll be happy too. Now when we finish fucking the shit out of you, you're going to go back to that stall, assume the position, and wait for your master. Understand?" "Someone's talking to you, faggot," Ed said, pulling his cock out of my mouth. "Yes sir. I understand sir," I replied quickly, waiting for Ed to put his dick back where it belonged. "That's right," Ed said as he slipped it down my throat again. "Now swallow this, your fucking whore." His hard dick tensed and began erupting a long, viscous stream deep into my throat as Jim slammed his spurting cock hard into my now flaming chute. Hot, slippery cum spurted from both ends and even though I hadn't come, I didn't care. I was their slut, their cum-hole, a fucking pig to be poked and reamed raw, a horny, hungry bitch born to serve cock. The burning, blistering pain in my well-stretched ass and the slick jiz now coating my throat, face, and chest told the whole story: This bitch was broken and ready to give himself to his master without question or complaint. These three hung studs didn't care that I was thoroughly broken--I was wet, warm, and wide open, so nothing else mattered. They continued shooting their loads up my ass and emptying their balls down my throat all morning. I quickly lost count of who fucked me, and how often, and where. Soon I could no longer distinguish which hard dick belonged to which hard man. All I saw, all I felt, all I knew, and all I wanted was cock. I became a fuck-hole: when one cocks was through using it, the hole would shut and another cock would open it up again. By the time they were finished with me, I was a quivering, cum-drenched mass, exhausted and whimpering. Even so, I stayed on all fours---swaying and slightly dazed--hoping for one more good hard fuck. "What are you waiting for boy?" Carl called out. "Get back to your stall and wait for your master. Move bitch." Carl's word's roused me and suddenly all I wanted was to go back to that barn where there was another big dick waiting to fuck me, where I would feel my master inside me at long last. I tired to stand and my legs buckled and shook. It was the first time I had been allowed up since the day before and my legs gave way under me, pitching me face-forward into the grass. "Get up, cocksucker," I heard Ed yell as I rolled on the ground, confused and disoriented. Although I was already fucked full, I still craved more. So strong was my hunger for cock, that I began crawling toward it like a bitch in heat. "Wait a minute fellas," Jim said rubbing his firm, rippled torso. "We can't just ride this boy hard and put him back wet. Least we can do is clean him up a bit." Jim lifted me off the ground and threw me bodily over his shoulder like a sack of feed. With my red, stinging ass in the air and my arms hanging limply, he carried me across the yard to the back of the barn. He tossed me into an old galvanized tub used for watering livestock. The water was warm, having sat in the sun all morning while I was getting plowed. Ed and Carl came around the corner and together they began cleaning the long, sticky ropes of cum off my shaking body. Jim scrubbed my back as Carl began soaping my quivering legs. Ed sat back leisurely and lit up a smoke. The feeling of their big, powerful hands rubbing my soapy flesh was heavenly, and when Carl poked his finger in my insatiable ass, I moaned and instinctively slid further down on it. Jim's arms held me above the water and began caressing my slick chest and hard nipples. "This boy does have a hot hole. Don't he Jim?" Carl said with a devilish laugh. "Still tight after all that reaming." I closed my eyes and rocked my hips in time to his flexing fingers while Jim screwed two fingers into my mouth, allowing me to run my tongue over them and to dream of sucking his big cock again. Ed tossed his cigarette aside and knelt by the tub. Reaching out he took hold of my dick in his rough, callused hand. My ass raised out of the water to meet his firm stroking. The feeling was so intoxicating I could have died then and there and my asshole would still be twitching as they lowered me into my grave. "You like this, faggot?" Carl asked, as his hand curled into a solid fist and began punching slowly into my well-used ass-chute. "Yes sir. Thank you sir," I gasped. "You'd like this everyday, wouldn't you faggot? Getting fucked and fisted by three hot studs." "Yes sir. Thank you sir." I repeated, bucking my hips. "What do you think about coming home with us, boy? Be our whore?" Carl asked. "Always at least one cock ready for you to sit on or suck on." At that moment, nothing would have pleased me more. I wanted to live on their hard cocks. I wanted to be fucked over and over by these beefy studs, to devour their meaty poles and milk them dry everyday. My own dick was now straining and my ass muscles were clenching and releasing spasmodically as Carl drove his fist in further. "You want to come home and be our bitch, boy?" Carl asked, his forearm now plunging in and out with gusto. Before I could answer I suddenly pictured Earl, the man who had rescued me, the man who had made this rapture possible, the man I was born to serve. I knew the answer, but it was too late: I was about to cum. "No! Noooooo!" I screamed as my cock jerked fast and exploded in Ed's hand. My cum sliced through the air, landing across my lips. "No," I cried, as water splashed violently around me and great arcs of my cum launched into the blue sky. "I'm Earl's bitch. Stop. No." I slid back into the warm water, allowing my head to submerge. I had again cum, without my master's permission. I wanted to stay beneath the water forever so I wouldn't have to see Earl's face and that look of disappointment. A pair of strong arms reached beneath me and firmly pulled me up. I turned my head to the side, too ashamed to be seen. Then a rough but familiar hand turned my head, and I opened my eyes. There, just inches from me was Earl's strong, kind face. In his blue eyes I registered not a look of anger or disappointment, but to my surprise, a look of pride. He smiled that sultry smile and said simply, "Good boy."

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From: UZGY49A@prodigy.com (Stephen Smith) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: One hot cop story M/M Date: 7 Jul 1995 18:05:05 GMT Organization: Prodigy Services Company 1-800-PRODIGY Lines: 212 Distribution: world Message-ID: <3tjt0h$qjg@usenetw1.news.prodigy.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: inugap2.news.prodigy.com X-Newsreader: Version 1.2 For adults only.............. I was driving to Colorado to visit friends and wanted to do most of my driving at night as I figured there would be less chance of getting a ticket. I was doing 80 mph thru Nebraska, which is real easy to do. Before I knew it, I saw flashing lights in my rear view mirror and I proceded to pull over. The cop got out and walked up to my car window and I handed him my license and registration. He went to his car to run a check and came back and flashed his flashlight over my body before telling me to get out of my car. I got out and he told me to turn around and place my hands on the roof of my car. I did so and he had me spread my legs further apart before proceding to pat me down. I have to admit this cop was hot looking, but I was still scared cause I know they can be such assholes. This cop was tall and well built and very goodlooking. When he first came to my window, his dick was at my eye level and I could tell he was very well hung. Anyway, he asked me if I was hiding any drugs on my person and I said no. He then ran his big hands over my chest and down my stomach to the top of my jeans. Telling me he hated this part of his job, he began to squeeze and feel around my cock and balls. I gasped at this and I heard a chuckle come out of him. He began running his hands firmly over my ass mounds and then up and down the insides of my thighs. I was sweating and beginning to breath heavy at this point and I have to admit I had a raging 7" hard-on. He gave my cock and balls one last heavy squeeze, discovered my hard-on (I'm sure), and said, "I have reason to believe you are hiding drugs on your person and I'm taking you in for a strip search". I began to stutter out a protest when he pulled one of my hands behind my back and cuffed it. He wrenched my other arm behind me and soon my wrists were cuffed behind my back. He told me to just shut up and it would all be over soon. I was led back to his patrol car and placed in the back seat. I was kind of shaking at this point as I was so nervous and ashamed and he patted my thigh and said, "You'll be okay" before shutting the door. We got off the interstate and I was only thinking of the embarrassment I would feel when I was forced to strip naked. I wondered if there would be a body cavity search and, if so, how it would be carried out. The next thing I knew, the car came to a stop and I looked around me. We were at a deserted farm house and I became puzzled. Why here? What's going on? He got out of the car and opened my door. He pulled me out and told me to stand still. He then went to the trunk of his car and pulled out a battery operated lantern, then pushed me ahead of him towards a nearby barn. When we got inside, he turned on the lantern and it cast an eery glow all over the barn's interior. He uncuffed me, warning me not to be so stupid as to try and run. I told him I would do whatever I was told and this made him chuckle again. He told me to take my clothes off and hand each piece to him as I took it off. My sweaty shirt came off first and I handed it to him. He held it up to the light as I worked on my shoes and socks. I was nervous as hell but still kind of excited. I was then shocked to see him sniffing my shirt and this was the first clue I had that there might be a sexual dimension to all this (call me clueless). By the time I got to my briefs, I had a raging hard-on again, and he noticed. "Good boy", he said. I pulled off my briefs and he let out a low whistle, saying "I'll bet you are one hot fuck" (by the way, I am 25 y/o, 5'11", 170lb., blonde/brown hair, hazel eyes, smooth body). I could only gulp when he told me he would have to cuff me again. After cuffing my hands behind my back, he turned me around, put his hands on my shoulders, and lowered me to my knees. Saying "I know you really want this", he unzipped his pants and pulled out a huge, fat, 9" monster of a cock. I knelt there, mesmerized, and he began to slap his big dick against my upturned face. After a few moments of this, he pulled his dick up and rubbed his balls against my mouth. They were sweaty, hairy and hot and my mouth fell open almost involuntarily. I began to moan and mouthed his bloated balls. I licked and sucked on them, becoming intoxicated by their salty, musky taste. He was groaning and before long let go of his cock so it plopped down on my face. He then grabbed the back of my head and pulled it back so he could begin to ease his big cock into my anxious mouth. My own cock was throbbing and dripping pre-cum as his huge tool began its maiden voyage. I was beginning to choke at the 6" mark but he didn't care. He began thrusting that big dick in and out of my hungry mouth as my throat gurgled against this massive assault. After a few more minutes, my throat relaxed, and by leaning forward I could take all 9" of his manhood deep within my throat. I was beside myself and my saliva was drooling from my mouth, coating his balls, which slapped rhythmically against my chin. His cock massaged my throat and he placed a hand on my throat so he could feel his cock bulge in my throat with each in-stroke. It was an intense scene and the sounds of his orgasm soon filled my ears. He pulled his fat, bloated cock from my mouth to squirt stream after stream of hot stringy cum all over my face and hair. My face was coated with his jism as he slid his cock back in my mouth so I could lick it clean and suck it dry. When he finally pulled out of my mouth, he rubbed his right hand over my face and then had me lick his cum off of his fingers. I eagerly took it in and savored the taste of this cock juice. Even after all this, he still wasn't thru with me yet. He pulled me to my feet and switched the cuffs around so my hands were now in front of me. He finally took his uniform off and it was my turn to whistle. This guy was buff, heavily muscled and with great definition. He told me I still hadn't learned my lesson, and took me over to a support pillar in the middle of the room. There was a hook about 6 1/2 feet up and he hooked the chain of my cuffs up over it so I was facing the pillar, my backside fully exposed. I was quivering with excitement again when he bent down and picked up his belt. I looked over my shoulder just as the first whack of his belt whipped against my smooth, white ass. I let out a yelp and was rewarded with another stinging blow of the belt against my butt. It hurt and I yelled. Next thing I know, he is stuffing one of his leather gloves in my mouth and warning me that it better stay there. I nodded in fright and braced for the inevitable. He proceded to whip my ass with heavy, stinging blows and my whole body became coated in sweat. I knew my ass had to be bright red and raw, it hurt so bad. My chest was heaving and I could feel the sweat just pouring off of my poor tortured body. Just when I thought I might pass out, he stopped. I looked over my shoulder again to see him picking up his nightstick. Now THIS scared me. He rubbed it over my ass and between my ass cheeks. It felt cool on my hot stinging ass and I moaned. He then slid it between my ass cheeks and forward under my balls and worked its entire length over my tight hot hole. Before long I was beside myself again and writhing under his ministrations. He then stopped and pulled the glove out of my mouth. I gasped for air and he placed the tip of the stick in my mouth. "The wetter you can get this stick, the easier time you'll have of it", he said. I knew exactly what this hot cop was getting at and I proceded to generate as much spit as I could all over this thick wooden stick. He finally pulled it away from my mouth and I braced for what I knew was coming. I felt him spread my burning ass cheeks apart and then the stick was pressing against my throbbing, virgin hole. He pushed it in hard, at least 8 or 9 inches, and my body lurched at this forceful invasion. He worked that big hard stick in and out of my tight, burning ass for at least ten minutes. My bowels were churning and I finally begged him to stop and please just fuck me with the real thing. With the stick still lodged far up my ass, he leaned forward and whispered in my ear "My pleasure". He pulled the huge nightstick out of me with an audible plopping noise and began rubbing his enormous cock over and between my ass mounds. I was gasping for air again and regained my hard-on quickly. I felt the head of his cock as he positioned it against my hot throbbing hole and the newest invasion began. I arched my ass to give him better access and felt his monster dick slide into me inch after agonizing inch. He began working it in and out of me and reached around to start jacking me off. I came almost immediately, all over his hand. Without missing a stroke, he fed me my own cum, slathering it over and into my open gasping mouth. He soon had his full 9" pumping in and out of my tight hot ass and I could feel his sweaty, beefy balls slapping against me. I soon had another hard-on and he began stroking my cock again. He was ramming my ass like mad at this point and I was growing delirious. My cock was throbbing and my body was rocking back and forth with the powerful forces of a hot, heavy, serious fuck. With each inward stroke, his pubic hair rubbed against my raw, whipped ass and his balls actually slapped against mine; so deep and furious was his penetration. All this soon had me on the verge of another cum. Just as I began to shoot, he pulled out of my poor aching ass and shot a huge, heavy load of sperm all over my ass and back. I could feel some of it dripping down the crack of my ass as he collapsed against me, and his cum seemed to glue us together. He asked me if I had finally learned my lesson. I gasped that yes, I had. I couldn't take any more of this. He kissed my neck, got me down off the hook, and uncuffed me. We dressed in silence and walked back to the patrol car. He told me I could sit in front this time and we drove back to my car. I got in my car and drove to the nearest motel. I needed to clean up bad and recuperate too. I couldn't let my friends see me with my sticky hair and I am sure I just reeked of cum. Also, my ass was too sore, inside and out, to be sitting and driving for any length of time. THE END. .....

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Date: Fri, 23 Jun 2000 21:55:23 PDT From: Casey Jordan Subject: Uncle Donovan - 7 Disclaimer: The following is just a fantasy. All the characters in the story are fictional. Please do not go further if you are under 21 and/or you are not looking for stories that explicitly describe men-to-men sex. Copyright by C. Jordan, 2000. Special thanks to all of you who have sent me emails. They have been very encouraging and supportive. Your comments and suggestions are greatly appreciated. I'll do my best to reply to your emails. Also, please feel free to visit the web site specifically created for this series http://communities.msn.com/HotmenTheCastofUncleDonovan. Enjoy and many thanks again! Uncle Donovan --- 7 Sitting beside Dr. Douglas in the Jaguar, Kurt was still very nervous. He soon realized that they were not on their way home. Instead he found his stepfather was driving toward the UCLA campus. The college boy was getting both tense and horny at the same time. His cock was rock-hard and started to leak precum. He tried to rearrange himself so his stepfather wouldn't notice the bulge in front of his jeans. "What the hell's the matter with you, boy? I asked you to do something simple, just get me some fucking magazines from that store --- but somehow you had to screw it up!" Dr. Douglas howled. "You're such a dirty little slut boy! What the fuck were you thinking, flirting with that kid outside the bus station?" Kurt kept his mouth shut. He knew he was going to get punished again. His tight college boy hole had been aching and hungry for weeks for the "double" punishment. He remembered his first time well... * * * * * * * * * "Well, well, well, I don't want to intrude, but what do we have here, doc?" Terrence Brock chuckled as he pushed open Kurt's bedroom door. The 42-year old UCLA campus security chief was about 6' tall with 198 lb. of solid muscles. He slowly took off his uniform as he walked toward the bed. By the time he was standing in front of Kurt, he was only wearing his cock-stretched pants. "What takes you so fucking long, chief?" Dr. Douglas screamed, "You should have seen this slut boy earlier. What a fucking cock hungry slave boy he is!" Dr. Douglas had been the chief's therapist since Brock caught Jeff and Jason furiously sucking each other seven years ago. Being married and "straight" at the time, Brock was both confused and concerned as he found himself getting extremely turned on while watching the two young studs going at each other inside Jason's CRX. Since then, the psychologist had been experimenting many unconventional therapies on the security chief. "You've been busy little whore, haven't you?" Brock said, lifting Kurt's head and firmly pushing his gigantic basket against the boy's lips. "You've been eyeing my fuckin' bulge ever since I came in. So do it, you little faggot, I got a real big daddy bone for you to choke on!" "I know you want more cocks, baby. I can see it in your eyes. Tell us what you need, whore," Dr. Douglas whispered to his stepson. He was ready again. He bit Kurt's neck as he thrust into his stepson, his 11" monster dick still slick with his own cum. The psychologist very slowly pulled his cock out until only the tip was inside the boy's quivering hole.. He then pushed forward again and forced through his son's resistance. With each thrust he slammed the length back into the wet, hot and tight boy pussy. Kneeling on all fours, Kurt licked and chewed on the security guard's bulge while enjoying his stepfather long-dicking him from behind. After a few minutes, he opened the zipper on Brock's pants with his teeth. The chief pulled out his 9" erection and slapped Kurt's face with it, smearing precum across his cheeks. "Suck my cock, pussy boy," Brock demanded. "I've never done that before," Kurt replied sheepishly. His eyes were glued to the thick pole of flesh just two inches away from his virgin boy mouth. His cock was starting to get stiff again. "Filthy little fag boy! You pussys all say that when you don't want to put out," Brock yelled as he grabbed Kurt's head and forcefully pressed the boy's face into his crotch. He closed his eyes and savored the bristly feel of his pubic hair against the college boy's smooth face. " Suck my cock NOW!" "Come on, son, it won't bite," Dr. Douglas cheered him on. "Show your Uncle Brock what kind of hot cock sucker you REALLY are." Before smothering the slave boy against his groin, Brock pulled Kurt away by the hair and forced his jawbreaker deep into Kurt's eager mouth. "That's it, boy. Suck my dick!" the chief said dreamily. "If you're good, I'll flood your mouth with a nice load of my thick cum. That's what you want, isn't it? A fucking big load of hot man cream?" Kurt took the chief's dick into his virgin mouth. He hungrily licked the thick cockhead and paid special attention to the piss slit. In no time the cock tip was covered with his natural oral lube. The throbbing rod twitched in his mouth as his tongue worked over the sensitive tip. When he tried to take the shaft up more, he inadvertently scratched it with his teeth. "Goddamn, bitch! Watch out for your teeth!" Brock yanked Kurt off his cock. He then spat at the college boy and smacked him hard on the face. "Sor...sorry, Sir," Kurt murmured. Tears began to roll down his face as he tried again to suck on the thick dick. He sucked hard and then backed off until his puffy lips curled around the fat cockhead. He tried every trick he'd learned about cocksucking from X-rated gay magazines and videos. As inches after inches of the fuck pole disappeared down into his throat, Kurt choked trying to swallow all 9" of the hard rod. "What's the matter, slut boy? Too much for you?" Brock sneered as he slid his jawbreaker from Kurt's mouth. He slapped his cock hard on the boy's cheeks and rubbed the head over his swollen lips, teasing the boy. "Come on, son, show Uncle Brock and Daddy just the kind of hungry cocksucking little faggot you are," Dr. Douglas said as he spanked his stepson's butt and rammed his ass-splitter deeper into the boy's sloppy fuck chute. He plunged all the way into that steaming hot boy pussy. Kurt was in a sexual trance as his eyes were shut tight. He loved being a sex boy-toy --- to be used, humiliated, and fucked by two powerful, manly and oversexed grown-ups --- his stepfather and chief Brock. After a few tries, he was finally able to take all of Brock's 9" down into his throat. "Cocksucking little shit, you love my huge cock in your mouth, I know it." Brock said, with a smirk on his face. Thrusting slowly at first, he began to fuck the scorching hot mouth. Each shove brought a gasp of ecstasy from Kurt, and as the pumping grew faster the boy's gasps turned into whimpers. Kurt's hands gripped Brock's taut ass tightly as if he wanted to stuff even more man meat down his throat . "That's it son, oh yeah, god this feels so good!" Dr. Douglas grabbed his stepson's hairs and continued shoving his cum-coated prick full length into the twin mounds of squirming butt flesh while Brock kept plowing Kurt's throat. "Suck it, oh you little slut boy! Suck that big piece of fucking meat. Ohhhh yeah, your mouth is so damn hot, so good," the chief moaned. "I want to watch you stuff it all in your naughty faggot mouth." The two men started to rabbit fuck Kurt like there was no tomorrow. Their power fucking and the rhythmic slaps of their giant balls against Kurt's ass and face finally pushed the boy over the edge. Kurt came like never before in his life, without even touching himself. "I love fucking your face, fucking that hot mouth of yours, baby. Oh god damn, I love feeling your sweet lips around my dick. Arggg...gawd... I'm gonna cum in your mouth, ohhhh...you little cocksucking shit, take my fucking load... Ugh, agh, yes, eat my cum!" Brock plunged his cock deep down the boy's throat, making sure that his man juice only had one place to go. He shot his load and Kurt gulped it down as fast as he could. Brock then pulled out his prick which was glistening with his own fuck juice, and started spraying his thick and creamy cum all over the boy's face --- on his hairs, eyes, eyelashes, cheeks, chins and lips... Some of the hot jism oozed out of the corners of Kurt's mouth and smeared onto the chief's balls. Kurt eagerly slurped that up in no time, like a thirsty kid drinking his favorite milkshake. He then turned his cum-spattered face toward his daddy, as though looking for some kind of approval. To his surprise, Kurt felt Dr. Douglas spin him around to face him. As he turned, his stepdad's hard cock was still buried deep inside his boy cunt. "Hold on to me. Put your legs above my shoulders and wrap your hands around my neck NOW," the psychologist commanded as he lift the boy from the bed. "Follow us, Brock," Dr. Douglas stood up. He grabbed his stepson's narrow hips and began to push his huge dick up the tight hole again. Prevented from falling, Kurt wrapped himself tightly around Dr. Douglas's muscular body and impaled himself onto his daddy's 11" monster cock The college boy could not believe the intensity of pleasure when that giant fucktool pounded its way in and out of his ass while his stepdad walked toward the study. This gave him a completely new kind of sensation. Once they arrived at the study, Dr. Douglas sat down on his office desk with his thick pole of flesh still deep inside Kurt's tight asshole. Brock spat on the palm of his hand and began to slowly stroke his member while watching the father and son intently. "Come on over here, Brock. You gotta sample my son's boy pussy, it's so fucking tight and hot, man! Get that fucking piece of horse meat inside my boy NOW, you dirty motherfucker!" the psychologist said as he quickly cleared the top of his desk so he could lie down on his back while his stepson sat on his large fuck stick. Brock was really getting excited just thinking about double-fucking Kurt's small boy hole. Soon his dick was rock hard and ready again. Before Kurt knew what had hit him, he was pinned to his stepfather's body face down. Brock pushed him from behind until his daddy was all the way inside him. Then to his horror, Kurt felt Brock's fucktool was at the entrance to his boy cunt, drawing a startled gasp from the boy. When Brock started to ease into him, the college boy screamed in pain as his tight hole was stretched by not only one, but two big cocks! "Oh god, no, Sirs, please don't! I can't..." Kurt pleaded. "You can't wait, can you, slut boy?" Brock sneered. "Well, let's see how that pussy of yours is doing." "Oh NO, please daddy! Ple...please...take it out... There's no way they can fit...ugh...you two are way too big...ouch...It hurts too much," Kurt was crying and begging. "Don't be shy, boy. Just relax and open up!" Dr. Douglas yelled. He then pressed his lips against Kurt's to muffle his cry. "Bet you'd like more wouldn't you, whore" the chief looked down at Kurt's slender body as he continued to plow into the boy hole. His cock ridge finally passed the sphincter and he was surprised at how good it felt, with two huge cocks pressing against the anal walls and against each other. It was unbelievably tight around his hot rod. "You like that don't you, son? You were born to be fucked. You were made to be daddy's boy pussy, right? That's what you are --- a fucking little slut always hungry for big cocks." Dr. Douglas slapped Kurt's ass as he saw the excruciating pain on his stepson's face for having taken 19" of mean and roaring hard cocks so abruptly. He could see the college boy gripping the edge of the table tightly to bear the pain. "Oh, baby, this feels so fucking good. I can tell you college boy loves my huge dick. Likes it nice, juicy and hard. All of you do. I bet you'd love to watch me fucking the shit out of those college boys in my office, huh. They're all like you --- act like a puss until I kick their legs apart, ram my cock up and shoot my load in their hot tight asses. Then they just keep coming back for more." At first, Kurt cried out at every raping thrust into his fuck chute. His boy cunt was on fire with pain and heat. He whimpered as the two cocks slide in and out of him alternately. Some warm fluid, which he guessed was probably blood, began dripping from his ripped fuck tunnel down onto his stepfather's lap. Then the two men shoved their cocks to the hilt at the same time, and held still. Kurt felt their hands gripping his hips and knew that they were going to start fucking the shit out of him. They did, with powerful deep lunges. The friction was causing a burning sensation in his boy pussy. His eyes rolled back as the two men kept feeding punishing lengths of hard cocks deep inside his tight ass. "Oh goddamn, bitch, I knew you wanted it, you fucking little slut. Now start working your tight ass up and down on those fucking big cocks, boy. Get that hole of yours to work NOW!" Knowing that he had no alternative, Kurt began to thrust his ass into the two ass-splitters Even though he could still feel the pain, it was less excruciating now. He gradually got used to being double-fucked. His groans and grimace slowly changed to painful joy of animal lust. He started to enjoy the feeling of having two big dicks slide in and out of his burning boy hole. His prick was getting very hard and was dripping copious amount of sweet precum. "Fuck me DADDY, please! Fuck your son's tight butt." Kurt moaned. "Please ram those big cocks deep in my boy pussy, SIRS!" "Louder, boy! Let us hear what you want." Brock egged him on. "Tell your daddy and Uncle Brock what makes you little slut boy cum." "Ugh, I need juicy big dicks in my tiny boy hole," Kurt begged in a throaty growl. "Oh Uncle Brock, you're such a fucking stud, and your cock is so hot and hard, give it to me. Fuck me, fuck me harder, plea...please! I really need it, Uncle Brock." "Mmm...my son is lovin' it! Oh yeah, take our fucking cocks, you little hot fuck!" Dr. Douglas moaned. ""Say it again baby. Oh son, hearing you talk dirty really turns daddy on. Your daddy is gonna fuck your brains out and make you feel REAL good, boy." As the two men accelerated their ass-splitting thrusts, the constant rubbing of Kurt's prostate was churning the pent-up new load inside his aching nuts. The college kid knew that he was going to cum soon. He became more aggressive and started to throw his ass back to suck in the two cocks all the way deep inside him. He felt like they were in his guts but he didn't care anymore. "Yes daddy, pump me harder. Oh yes, daddy, I need daddy's big cock in there. Screw your boy's tight butt...harder...yeah...faster...ugh...agh...I'm cumming. Oh god, I'm fucking cum...cumm...ming...". Kurt screamed. His head was moving from side to side from all the ecstasy of this "double" punishment. Soon globs after globs of white hot cum involuntarily squirt from his dick all over his stepfather's muscular torso. "Yeah boy, come for daddy. Cover daddy with your sweet boy cum, baby! Fucking spray daddy with that hot boy juice now! Cum for me, SON!" Kurt's sphincter muscles tightened around the two monster cocks as he continued spattering cum on his stepdad. The added pressure on their pricks had the two men close to the edge. In no time the they were shouting deliriously and their cocks stopped moving. The college boy knew that they would soon burst their hot loads inside him.. "Ah fuck...damn...your Uncle Brock gonna fucking shoot his load up your tight butt, boy. Oh fuck, here it cummmmmmmmmmmmmssssssss...aghhhhhh shit..." "Oh yeah, I'm fucking cumming too, son! Daddy's gonna spray your hot boy hole with his thick and creamy man juice ...that's what you're asking for, right, you little slut? Daddy's gonna blow a fucking huge load of white cum up your tight ass... shit...ah shit...take it boy, take daddy's fucking hot cum...ughhhhhhhhh..." Gush after gush of scalding men juice were furiously pumping into Kurt's well-fucked boy pussy. Brock laid his hot, sweating body over Kurt's back and embraced him from behind while Dr. Douglas pulled his stepson down for a deep and passionate kiss. All three were panting and sweating hard as they lay together on top of the office work desk, each trying to catch their breaths. End of Part 7 To be continued... If you have any comments, please write to cjordanwa@hotmail.com. Thanks!

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PORNMAN III (The day after PORNMAN2) by Sean M. I can feel a hand slowly tickling the right cheek of my bare ass. It's working it's way around my thigh and the small of my back. I'm easing out of a deep sleep and enjoying the gentle massage I'm receiving. As I pry my eyes open, I see Scott smiling, his eyes are puffy with the sweetest stare gazing into my eyes. He leans forward and gently kisses me. "Morning". Scott says in a gravely voice, clearing his throat afterwards. "Mornin', what time is it?", I ask. "About ten after two". Scott said. "Shit, my Mom is gonna be pissed. I've gotta go". I said, stretching out, flashing my taught chest and abs. "Don't go yet", Scott pleaded, "Stay here today". "I really have to go. I'm sorry. But my Mom will freak if I don't come home and let her know I'm alright. Can we do something tonight?" I asked. Scott looked over at Seth, who was still snoozing away. "I don't know. I'll have to ask Ben". "He can really throw a party". I said, grabbing up my underwear. I noticed Scott watching my every move. He was staring at my body as I dressed. "Ben was pretty cool last night. I liked seeing him fuck you". Scott said, as he scratched the backside of his thigh. "Well it felt great from what I remember". I said with a puzzled look on my face trying to recall the fuckfest. "What would you think about doing a video for us?" Scott asked hesitantly. "What do you mean?" I asked. "I don't know...maybe come over sometime and let Ben videotape you jackin' off or somethin'". "I don't know". I said. "Call here later so we can talk. I'm spending the day here and will probably spend the night. I want a piece of your ass again". I was wanting to smile really bad but my headache and my worrying about what my Mom was thinking kept me from it. I soon was completely dressed and was standing in front of Scott's nude body. He didn't appear to be the least bit modest. His dick hung down and I couldn't help but stare at his wilting pole that I'd enjoyed so much last night. "Well think about us doing the video and let me know one way or the other". Scott said, in an attempt to get me to give him an answer. After a long pause of thinking, I said, "I'll do it if you'll do one for me". Scott's eyes opened wide as he put his hand on my shoulder. "Promise?" "Yeah. Better yet, just give me a copy of the videos you've done already". Scott walked over to his dresser and opened the drawer, pulling out two video tapes. "Here, take these". Scott said, extending them towards me. "What if Ben looks for them?" I asked. "These are copies. Ben has the originals". I took the tapes from him and stuck them under my shirt. "Well I'm outta here". I said, going for the door. "So you'll come back tonight and let me video tape you?" "Yeah, give me a call and let me know when". I said, as I twisted the door knob and pushed the door open. I looked back at Seth's sleeping naked body as I left the room. It was so beautiful. When I got home, no one was home. Mom was apparently out and there wasn't a note saying where she was. I went into my room and put the video tapes on my dresser. I was anxious to watch them but knew if I did, I would be tempted to jack off and wanted to save my load for tonight. I sat on my bed and the next thing I knew, I was waking up. It was quarter to seven and I sighed at the thought of sleeping the whole day away. The phone rang around 7:30. I had just plugged the video in and was watching it. It was Scott on the floor sitting on a dildo and jacking off. My dick had flung to attention and was in the mood to sling jis. My Mom had answered the phone. I had stopped the VCR when she knocked on my door and opened it. "Telephone", she said. I picked up the receiver as she looked at me in her usually strange way and closed the door. "Hello?" "Sean?" said the voice on the phone. "Yeah". "This is Ben. Scott tells me you want to do a video. Is that right?" "Yeah, I guess. What's going on tonight?" "Well, we'd like for you to come over tonight and if you can, bring a friend". "Like who?" I asked. "How about your friend, Philip?". "I guess I could. I'm sure he wouldn't mind". "Well call and ask him if he can and then get your butts over here". Porn Man demanded. "We'll be waiting". I hung up the phone and dialed Philip's number. Luckily, he answered the phone. "Philip, this is Sean. Listen, what are you doing tonight?" "I'm supposed to go to a party at bitch Rachel's house but I can ditch...why?" "Porn Man wants us to come over". I said. "Really? What for?" "I don't know. I don't think it's going to be a big party or anything but I do know Scott is going to be there and I'm sure there will be some doobage". There was a long pause. "Okay, let me call Rachel and tell her I can't make it. What time does this thing start?" "I'm not sure. He just called and told me to get my ass over there and to bring you". "Did he invite me personally?" "Yeah, I think your were the only one he could remember". "Okay, I'll see you in a few minutes". I hung up the phone and got undressed to take a shower. While I was in the shower, I got a hardon thinking about the video I'd watch earlier as well as what had happened last night. I wanted to jack off so bad but I knew I didn't have much time and needed to get ready to go. I finished showering, dressed and got ready to go. Philip showed up a few minutes later and we left for PornMan's house. On the way, Philip and I talked about last night. I told him about Seth and Scott and about PornMan fucking me. He told me he'd been horny all day and that I wasn't helping things by talking about it right now. We approached PornMan's house and knocked on the door. The door opened and there stood Scott. "Hey, it's about time. Come in". We walked in and were soon greeted by Seth, Scott and Ben. The house was it's usual temperature. Freezing. We weren't there ten minutes before a bong was in front of us. We fired up and were heading for a fucked-up buzz. I noticed a video camera in the corner of the room. I couldn't see the light flashing so I knew he hadn't started recording yet. The conversation slowly moved from music to sex. Porn Man began talking about last night and how good my ass felt. He told Philip about what he'd done do me and thankfully, Philip pretended that it was news to him. I still thought it was weird that Ben (PornMan) was Seth and Scott's Dad and there was no tension while talking about sex...much less, having sex. The room was very dimly lit. The ambiance was very relaxed and calming. Once we were completely and totally stoned, PornMan suggested that we get more comfortable and undress down to our underwear. Scott was the first to get down to his briefs. I was the second... then Philip. Seth had disappeared to another room. Philip's raging boner was very noticeable through his white cotton briefs. I kept mine covered with my hand. Pott had a strange effect on Philip and caused him to get violently horny. He'd already begun to stroke his dick through the soft cotton material. Music was pouring out of the speakers and filling the room as well as our heads. PornMan blatantly told me to take my underwear off. I looked around at the others and slowly slid them off my hips. My dick flopped up on my stomach and throbbed from the excitement. Philip soon followed suit. Scott was sitting there watching and rubbing his dick. PornMan then leaned over to Philip and whispered something in his ear then stood up. Philip soon began massaging his hand over my dick, caressing it and stroking me up and down. PornMan walked over and grabbed the videocamera. Scott was gliding his hand over the length of his cock. I was beginning to press my groin into Philip's motions. I was really getting into it. Before I knew it, Philip mouth was engulfing the head of my dick and making slurping sounds and I was immediately fucking his mouth. PornMan had the videocamera in his hands and the light was blinking. He was recording every move on tape. The next thing I knew, Scott's dick was at the opening of my mouth. I flicked my tongue over the head of his dick and shaft. I took the whole thing into my mouth, causing him to shudder and thrust his hips further into my mouth. His tight little chest was shining in the little bit of light in the room. His abs were flickering with each thrust of his hips. PornMan walked closer to the dimmer switch on the wall to increase the light. Everything was now in better view. Philip was now sucking me off and I was giving Scott's dick a thorough sucking. PornMan stopped the camera and whispered to Philip again. Philip revealed a tube of K-Y out of nowhere and squeezed a small amount on his finger. He lubbed up my hole and the head of his dick. I was about to be fucked and knew it. At this point, I was really wanting it. The next thing I knew, Philip was in the fuck position at my hole and the light on the camera was blinking. I was the star of PornMan's own porno show. Scott's dick was darting in and out of my mouth at warp speed as Philip plunged my ass repeatedly. "Fuck him harder!!!" PornMan demanded. With that, Philip began slamming his hips into my ass at deeper and faster speeds. It was hurting like hell but I was really loving the pressure and pain in my euphoric state. Scott's dick seemed to grow in my mouth as Philip pounded away at my opening. "Harder!!!" Porn Man commanded loudly. Even in the freezing temperatures of the room, Philip was beginning to sweat as he thrusted his groin down onto me. There was no new sensation. Only heavier pressure on my body. "Scott, get down there and see if you can do any better!!!" Philip pulled his cock out of me and was soon replaced by Scott. Scott's dick slid into me without additional lubrication and began plowing into my hole. I felt no improvement. Scott's dick was longer but no new feelings overwhelmed my body. "Fuck him, Scott. Fuck him harder!!! I wanna see pain on his face!!!" PornMan shouted. "I am. He's loose. I'm not even hitting his insides". Scott replied, as his pelvic bones slapped against my ass cheeks. "Here". PornMan gave Scott the camera and began removing his clothes. His big man-dick looked huge as it swung back and forth in mid air while his legs kicked his underwear off onto the floor. He walked towards me stroking his dick to a massive towering erection and moved it towards the opening of my ass. I was soon filled with extreme pain as Porn Man slammed his adult-sized cock into my hole. I was wincing and pushing up on the couch with my arms. The feeling was excruciating. I resituated myself on the couch in an attempt to avoid pain and pressure. It wasn't working. I noticed Scott's dick drooling long strands of precum while it stood at attention about a foot and a half below the camera. At this point, I had been plowed by everyone except Seth. If his little boy dick was to make an attempt, I wouldn't have known it. Seth was sitting back on the couch and was massaging his hard little cock. PornMan looked over at him and demanded that he prepare himself to shoot off. "Seth, get yer ass over here and cum on Sean!!" Ben yelled as he continued jabbing his meat into my ass. "No!". Seth replied. Porn Man stopped penetrating my hole and leered over at Seth. He was pissed. "What did you say?" Ben asked, in a mean, hoarse voice. "I don't wanna do it like that". Seth whined. This was the first time I'd ever heard PornMan speak in that tone of voice. It was a little scary and yet a little exciting. PornMan withdrew his dick and walked over to the couch and violently grabbed Seth by the arm, pulling him up onto the floor. Seth stood there with a frightened look on his face. PornMan still had a firm grip on Seth's upper arm with his right hand and was tearing Seth's little boy briefs down with his left. We were all a bit scared at this point. Our dicks were all getting soft as PornMan cursed at Seth. "When I fuckin' tell you to do something, Goddammit, you... do...it!" Each word was combined with fist punches in his back and butt. I was really feeling uneasy. I then remembered seeing the half empty bottle of Montezuma Tequila on the kitchen counter when we first arrived. And I knew that Scott had said PornMan easily loses his temper and can get dangerously sadistic when he drinks tequila. "Now get yer fuckin' ass over there and cum on Sean, ya' little shit!!". All of our expressions faded when PornMan turned back around and headed back towards us. We sure as hell didn't want to make him madder by looking at him like, "what's your fucking problem?" PornMan still had a raging boner. I looked around me and noticed that Philip's dick was like a steel railroad spike. He obviously was getting off on seeing Seth manhandled like that. Philip liked that kind of stuff. As PornMan approached me, he grabbed both of my heels and quickly raised them into the air, exposing my ass to the sky. "Start jackin' off, Seth". PornMan cruelly commanded. Now PornMan again was ramming my asshole and this time he wasn't being careful at all and it was hurting. I was trying to scream but only loud throaty groans were coming out. I didn't notice but I assume Seth still wasn't jacking off. The pain immediately stopped. Porn Man was standing up and had reached over to grab Seth again. This time he pulled him down on top of me and we were in a sixty nine. PornMan then flipped him over by twisting his arm around until he was on his back. Seth's frail boy body was trembling and we were soon laying the same way. Our asses were pointing towards PornMan. "Get the hell out of the way, Sean!!!" Porn Man yelled, pushing my legs off to the side of the bed. I sat on the floor and watched as everyone waited to see what the next command was going to be. Porn Man stood up and told everyone to get onto the floor. Philip and Scott hurriedly moved down to where I was sitting. Seth was just laying on the bed like a beaten dog. "Move!!" PornMan screamed at Seth. Still there was no response from Seth. "C'mon Seth. Come down here". Scott careingly said. Porn Man grabbed Seth's legs and pulled him to the foot of the bed and off onto the floor. His naked little body hit the floor really hard. Porn Man looked over at us and sneered. "Scott!!! Get over here and fuck your brother". PornMan said, letting go of Seth's leg. With no delay, Scott got up and walked over to Seth's helpless frame. Scott lovingly grabbed Seth's ankles and carefully raised them up even with his head. He leaned over on top of Seth and whispered something then cautiously guided his semi-hard prick to the opening of Seth's tight hole. "I need some K-Y", Scott said, looking up at Ben. "Fuck it dry", said PornMan. "It'll hurt him". Scott replied. PornMan looked over at me and Philip. "Which one of you is man enough to fuck him dry?" Porn Man said, pointing back and forth at Philip and myself. My dick was hard again from seeing Scott's naked ass poised at Seth's quivering hole but I was in no shape to put Seth through more pain and torture. Before I could say anything about not going through with this, Philip was on his way to Seth's ass. We were all still very much stoned but I could still reason. All I could think about was the size of Philip's dick. It was larger than mine in both length and circumference. And he was going to fuck Seth's young little butt. I didn't agree with this whole thing but was so stoned and horny that I wanted to hurry up and get off. And it was obvious that Philip did too. No sooner did Philip get into the position than he was beginning to hammer away at Seth. Seth's arms were swinging around trying to hit him and push him away. The only thing keeping Philip from shoving the whole length of meat into Seth was the tightness of his hole and the lack of lubricant. Seth's arms were unsuccessfully swinging towards Philip. The screams from Seth were both a turn on and a horror. Porn Man walked over and stood on Seth's hands. We could hear Seth's knuckles crack from the weight of PornMan's body. I was totally in a trance at this sight. I suddenly snapped out of the daze I was in when I heard my name. "Sean, get over here and stick your dick down his throat!! Shut him up". I could've understood a command like that coming from PornMan, but this was Philip saying this. "Yeah Sean, C'mon man. Good idea Phil". PornMan said, bending over and raking his hands once through Philip's hair. Philip was still trying to poke his rod into Seth's ass but was having trouble. I got up and walked over and stood between PornMan and Philip. I put one foot over Seth's body and stood facing PornMan. I could smell my ass on PornMan's long dick as I slowly got down on my knees and lowered my dick towards Seth's mouth. The second I was in his mouth, Philip must have taken his first jab. I could feel Seth's screams vibrating my balls. My dick was going as far as it could down the burning hot walls of Seth's throat. He felt great. Each thrust of Philip's meat caused Seth's body to raise off the floor and almost knocked me into PornMan's legs. "Are you all the way in yet?" PornMan asked Philip. "Almost. He's tight as shit." Philip answered breathlessly in between stabs. "Well if you feel yourself about to come, pull out and shoot it on his stomach. We're gonna cover him and let him dry. The same thing goes for Scott and Sean. Scott, start jacking off". Scott sat up on his knees and slowly began beating his meat. His eyes were focused on Seth's ass and the abuse it was receiving. Everything must've been okay because his fist pumping sped up and he was starting to really get into it. Soon he was standing up and in front of me. His dick was right in my face. I began slamming my dick into Seth's face as Scott's dick slipped in and disappeared into the opening of my mouth. I looked up at Scott while he drove his pole into my mouth. He'd grabbed the back of my head and was pulling my head onto his rod meeting his thrusts. There was a perfect rhythm going in the room. Philip was now pounding away at Seth. I was pounding away at Seth's mouth. And Scott was pounding away at my mouth. I felt hot drops of cum splatter on the small of my back. Philip must've finished. I took my mouth off of Scott's dick so he could jack off and so I could see how Seth was doing. When I turned, I noticed Philip still pounding away at Seth's ass. It was Seth who had shot off. He hadn't even made a noise. I turned back around in time for an closeup view of Scott's load pouring out of his piss slit. Most of it landed on Seth's face but some had hit my chest and left arm. I was so wrapped up in the sensation of Seth sucking me off and seeing Philip pound away at Seth's ass. I pulled my dick out of Seth's mouth and vigorously began to beat it. Within seconds, I had emptied my juice onto Seth's face and neck. Before I was finished, I heard groaning from behind me. I turned to look at Philip. He was still inside Seth and was taking longer and deeper strokes into Seth's asshole. He'd pull halfway out then abruptly ram his cock right back inside. Once he was all the way in, he'd press his hips into Seth's ass cheeks and rock them back and forth as if to try to go farther. After about ten more thrusts, Philip's groans became louder. He suddenly pulled his cock out of Seth's worn hole and had already started to shoot. Once the end of his dick was visible, it shot about 4 more globs of cum onto Seth's dick and he was through. I stood up on my weak legs and sat down beside him. Porn Man then moved to where I was and frantically jacked his meat over his young son's body. It wasn't long before PornMan grunted a low pitched growl and emptied his adult seed all over Seth's limp body. We were all exhausted and sat back and waited to see what PornMan was going to do next. He walked over to the closet and pulled out two old neck ties and a pair of handcuffs. He threw the handcuffs at the foot of the bed and told Philip to put them around the leg of the bed frame and then fasten them on Seth's wrists. As Philip began this task, PornMan was busy tying the neck ties to Seth's ankles. Seth was about to be hogtied to the bed and couch. Within time, Seth was bound. There was absolutely no slack in the ropes or handcuffs. I felt sorry for him but not half as sorry as I felt when Porn Man returned by his side and began smearing all five loads over the entire area of Seth's body. It was as if it were some sort of body lotion. The smell of cum had filled the room and was intoxicating. Everybody started laughing and joking saying that Seth looked like a glazed donut. PornMan stood up and headed for the door. "Okay, boys let's go. We'll let him dry and check on him later". PornMan said, attempting to twist the doorknob with his slippery cum coated hands. ---the conclusion coming in PornMan4.txt

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Date: Sun, 30 Apr 2000 05:01:41 PDT From: Casey Jordan Subject: Uncle Donovan - 2 1:56 AM 30/04/00 Disclaimer: The following is just a fantasy. All the characters in the story are fictional. Please do not go further if you are under 21 and/or you are not looking for stories that explicitly describe men-to-men sex. Copyright by C. Jordan, 2000. Uncle Donovan --- 2 I was brought back to reality by mom. "I'm OK, mom. Oh sorry, Uncle D. I'm just a bit tired, that's all." "No problem, Casey. I understand. You must be working late shift again last night." "Oh yeah, the restaurant was very busy too. So I'm still kind of tired. I don't mean to be rude..." "That's alright. No need to apologize. So what do you think about my suggestion? Do you need more time to think about it?" "Oh no...I mean yes, I'd love to stay at your place while I'm studying in LA, if that won't cause you too much trouble." "Silly boy, there is no trouble at all. But before you make up your mind, why don't you come down to visit me next weekend. See for yourself, and if you don't like it, you would still have plenty of time to look for alternatives." "That sounds great, Uncle D! Mom, is it OK for me to go next weekend?" "Sure, why not!" "Thank you mom. Thank you so much, Uncle D!" "Well, see you next weekend". Throughout the whole week, I have been very horny all the time fantasizing about Uncle D. This morning before I left for LA, I bent slightly forward in the shower, exposing my virgin hole which was already well lubricated with lots of Vaseline. I rubbed my soapy left middle finger up and down my hungry ass-crack, circling around my small, pink rosebud, probing and opening it ever slowly. I moaned in ecstasy as my finger completely disappeared inside my college boy chute. Then I gradually inserted my index finger until it was totally sheathed by my hot and moist virgin hole. I moved my fingers around inside me. I closed my eyes, savoring the sensation of having my tight ass stretched and penetrated so deep. I sucked in a breath from the pain of finger-raping myself. I picked up the speed while stroking my raging hard-on with my right hand. "Oh, Uncle D, fuck me. Yeah, shove that fat and juicy dick all the way inside my tight butt. Oh yeah, give it to me." I heard myself begging. My 7" cut cock was dripping so much precums by now. I wiped some of those sweet precums off the tip of my dick with my right index finger. Licking my precum-coated finger and tasting my own hot teen juice really turns me on. My cock was throbbing so hard that I increased the pace of fucking my boy pussy onto my own fingers. "Your ass is so fucking tight and receptive. I'm going to cum soon, Casey. Your Uncle D is going to flood your virgin hole with his hot man juice." I seemed to hear Uncle D whisper to me from behind. Suddenly I sensed that familiar urge in my balls. I heard myself breathing faster and louder. Then it happened. I shot loads and loads of hot and creamy teen cum everywhere: in my hand, on my legs, the shower wall and the floor! I was tasting my own juice when I heard mom outside the bathroom. "Oh hon, are you ready yet? You better hurry up. After I drop you off at the bus station, I still have to go to work at the store," my mom was knocking on the bathroom door, getting impatient. "Just a minute, mom." I replied. "Well, I'm going to wait for you in the car then." "OK, mom." I quickly finished rinsing off the soap and dried myself with the towel. Then I put on my favorite jockstraps, a white tank top and a pair of shorts before returning to my bedroom. I packed some clothing and a few "personal" things in my bag before heading out to the garage. "Is that all you're bringing to LA, hon?" "Yeah mom, I'm just going there for a week anyway." "Why don't you bring more stuffs..." "Mom, if you don't start driving soon, the bus is going to leave without your son and you're going to be late at work." End of Part 2 To be continued... If you have any comments, please write to cjordanwa@hotmail.com . Thanks!

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Date: Mon, 22 May 2000 07:28:59 PDT From: Casey Jordan Subject: Uncle Donovan - 5 Disclaimer: The following is just a fantasy. All the characters in the story are fictional. Please do not go further if you are under 21 and/or you are not looking for stories that explicitly describe men-to-men sex. Copyright by C. Jordan, 2000. Special thanks to all of you who have sent me emails. They have been very encouraging and supportive. Your comments and suggestions are greatly appreciated. But I'm sorry that I won't be able to reply to all your emails. Many thanks again! Uncle Donovan --- 5 Sitting in front of Jeff was Jason Rhodes, a boyish-looking blond with innocence gleaming in his blue eyes... * * * * * * * * * When they first met seven years ago, Jason was a freshman and Jeff was a senior at the ROTC. On that fateful September night during the orientation week, the two met at a frat house party organized by the California Lambda Chapter of Gamma Phi Epsilon at UCLA. Jeff was instantly attracted to the very same pair of blue eyes he was looking at now, and they hit it off right away. By the time they left the party, both were pretty drunk. Soon they found themselves half-naked inside Jason's red CRX. As they were furiously sucking each other in a 69 position, they were caught by two campus security guards, Terence Brock and John Pulver. The two guards immediately reported the incident to the ROTC administration. In a desperate attempt to avoid a scandal, the school administration convinced the two students to withdraw "voluntarily" and promise to never apply for admission again. In return for their cooperation, the record of the incident would be sealed permanently. After that incident, Jeff and Jason went their separate ways. Jeff went on to graduate with a degree in Exercise Science from the USC in 1994. He was eventually recruited by the Los Angeles Liberty College to become an assistant coach of the men's tennis team in 1998; one year after Jason graduated in the computer arts and graphic design program from the same college. Jason now works as a graphics designer for a computer game company and lives with his boy friend, Officer Cedric Knight in Portland. Jason was the guy inside the stall on the far left when Jeff and I entered the men's room at the Portland bus station earlier on today. He saw us through the small crack between the door and the partition, and immediately spotted Jeff, his "old" buddy. After Jeff hurried me inside the stall on the far right corner, Jason quietly got into the next stall and stood on top of the toilet seat so that he could spy on us. In the heat of our passion, both Jeff and I were oblivious of the fact that someone was watching us. Jason watched us for a good five minutes before he decided to play a game with Jeff. He then called his boyfriend Officer Knight who was more than happy to play along. * * * * * * * * * At 25, Jason still had a trim and teenage boy-like body with a fair complexion. His body was almost completely hairless. He even shaved his pubes, asshole and balls. His 6 1/2" dick, rock hard by now, was standing upright against his stomach. Its tip, bathing in precum, rest against an Egyptian eye which was tattooed right above his belly button. "You still tasted so yummy," Jason remarked. His tongue licked the last drop of Jeff's creamy man juice off his lips. "You can say that again, J," Officer Knight nodded as he untied Jeff's hands. "He's fucking delicious!" "Well, Jeff, are you still man enough to take on both of us?" Jason said with a mischievous grin on his face while playing with his own pierced nipples. "We should really finish off what we have started." "Come on lover boy, you know me," Jeff replied. "I'm ALWAYS ready." Although Jeff has already cummed three times today, he was dying to bury his throbbing and juicy big cock deep inside a velvety fuck tunnel. He needed to shove that thick and angry ass-splitter all the way inside a soothing and silky man cunt badly. He wanted to feel his monster man-rammer stretching a tight asshole to its maximum and filling it with his hot cum. Jeff's eyes were glistening with lust. The veins on his dick were dilating. His cockhead was swollen and well-greased with natural fuck lube. He was more than ready! Jason's tight manhole was equally hungry for some serious pounding. As he tried to lower himself down on Jeff's raging hardon, he was stopped by Cedric. "Hold on, J," Cedric pleaded while staring at Jeff's mean-looking piece of man meat, "Let me try that on for size first. I got to have it." Even before Jason could utter a single word of protest, the cop aggressively impale his jock ass onto Jeff's shaft, engulfing the whole 9 1/2" hot rod in one swift movement. The abrupt entry of Jeff's thick cockhead into his tiny anal opening made Cedric groan deeply. "Oh fuck, it's so fucking big! Ahhhhh...damn it...it fucking hurt like hell!" The pain was sharp and intense. Since Cedric was usually a top, his man pussy was still pretty tight. He could feel that Jeff's fat dick was tearing his delicate inside apart. The invading prick forcefully pierced through the inner walls and pushed his taut ass muscles aside. It penetrated him so deep that its entire length was buried to the hilt. The cop remained motionless for a moment while trying to get used to the girth and length of Jeff's huge monster cock. "Oh yeah, sit on my dick, man," Jeff moaned. "Hmmmmm...fuck yeah...it feels so fucking good to have all my 9 1/2" up your tight butt!" As the shearing pain subsided, Cedric began to bounce up and down on Jeff's man-rammer. His upward motion was swift and decisive, leaving only the thick cockhead inside his anal ring. His ass then slowly gyrated all the way down onto the shaft. At the same time, he would close his eyes savoring the sensation of having almost 10" of man meat crammed inside his tight cop pussy. Jeff could feel the alternate squeezing and relaxing of the cop's hot hole that was giving his dick indescribable pleasure. The fuck tunnel was warm, smooth and silky. When it gradually sheathed his entire ass-splitter, he could feel its moist membrane caressing every vein and nerve on his cock. "That's it, ride my dick with your tight butt!" Jeff shouted. "Oh man, I love to fuck that tight cop ass!" "Oh yeah...is it tight enough for you...you stud?" Cedric shrieked while furiously stroking his own eight-incher. "Do you like my tight hole? Yeah...fuck me, man...ram that thick cock up my tight ass!" "You want it... you want my big cock...huh?" Jeff uttered. "Yeah, I bet you love it...oh yeah... I bet you love to have my big dick shoving all the way up you cop ass...ohhhhhh...I'm going to fuck the shit out of you!" Not wanting to be left out any longer, Jason plunged his ass down onto Jeff's face. "Lick my fucking hole, Jeff. Eat that ass. Make it wet and ready for your big cock." Jeff was in ecstasy. He was busily rimming Jason now. He buried his face into Jason's firm butt. He sniffed up the hot, tight hole and loved its musky smell. He then stuck out his tongue licking up and down the hungry ass crack. After probing the small, pink rosebud with his tongue in a circular motion, he started to push his tongue deep inside Jason. "Hmmmmmm..." "This feels so fucking good, oh yeah...that's it...eat my fucking ass," Jason was getting really turned on as he was tongue-fucked. The three kept at it for about fifteen minutes until Jason decided it's time for him to get fucked. "Come on, Cedric, I want to have a piece of that too". Jeff got up from the bed after Cedric reluctantly let go of his manhood. He had Jason lie on his back and lift his legs over his shoulders. He then positioned his fucktool right against Jason's man cunt and lunged forward with his full weight. He rammed his cock deep inside Jason who was shocked by the sudden and forceful assault on his manhole. "Oh fuck, you're so fucking tight," Jeff said dreamily with his eyes closed. "I love that tight man pussy wrap around my big and juicy cock. Oh yeah...this feels so fucking gooooood." "Yeah...fuck me Jeff...fuck me harder...faster..." Jason howled. "Rape me...rape my tight hole, Jeff!" "You want it harder, huh...like this?" Jeff was slamming so hard that one could hear his giant balls banging on Jason's firm asscheeks. "Feel it man...feel my big fucking cock raping your hot tight ass! Oh...yeahhhhhhhhh...you like it like this...huh...so fucking deep!" While Jeff was pounding Jason's ass frantically, Cedric quickly moved to the other side of the bed to force open Jason's hot mouth with his 8" roaring hardon. "Suck my dick, J. Yeah, suck on it," Cedric demanded as he pinched Jason's pierced nipples. "Oh yeah...put it all the way down your throat...ahhhhh...your mouth is so fucking hot. It's so fucking perfect for sucking big cocks!" "Hmmmmm..." The sex was raw and electrified. All they wanted now was just to have their primitive sexual needs satisfied. They fucked like wild animals for more than half an hour, then Cedric was the first to cum. "Oh shit...I'm going to cum, J," the cop screamed. "I'm going to shoot my load down your throat. Ahhh...here it comes...ahhhhh...shit...yeahhhhhh...take it...swallow it all... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...eat my cummmmmmmmmm...ahhhhhhh..." "Yeah...oh yeah...me too...I'm cummmmmmmmmmmmming..." Jason bucked and grunted underneath Jeff's sweat-soaked body. "Fuck...oh damn...ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk..." As Cedric flooded Jason's mouth with six jets of hot cum, Jason was spewing his loads all over Jeff's and his own bodies. Globs of the thick and creamy man juice landed on Jeff's broad chest as well as his muscular six-packed abs. Some even hit as far up as Jason's left eyebrow. When Jason climaxed, he tightened his ass muscles, squeezing and milking Jeff's prick for all his worth. The grip on Jeff's cock was strong and intense. Jeff knew that he couldn't last much longer. He rammed his big ass-splitter in and out of Jason's tight hole like a well-oiled piston. After several quick jabs, he exploded violently. He thrust his entire 9 1/2" deep inside Jason and stayed there. Before long spurts after spurts of steamy man juice gushed out from his cock, spraying and coating Jason's well-fucked love tunnel. "Oh Jason, I'm fucking cummmmmming...I'm gonna fill your tight ass with my hot cum! Ohhhhh...shoot...I'm gonna cum inside your hot man cunt...oh fuck...fuck...take my fucking load...oh yeah...milk me dry...take my fucking load like a man...ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." End of Part 5 To be continued... If you have any comments, please write to cjordanwa@hotmail.com . Thanks!

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Date: Sat, 29 Apr 2000 07:52:01 PDT From: Casey Jordan Subject: Uncle Donovan Disclaimer: The following is just a fantasy. All the characters in the story are fictional. Please do not go further if you are under 21 and/or you are not looking for stories that explicitly describe men-to-men sex. (C. Jordan, 2000. Uncle Donovan --- 1 When I was 15, my dad died in a car accident because he was drunk driving. I was very angry with him because I felt abandoned. Mom was of course devastated and very upset as well. That was when Uncle Donovan came from Los Angeles to visit us trying to provide some support and stability to our family. Uncle D is my mom's younger brother. At age 28 (he was ten years younger than my mom), he certainly was a gorgeous hunk! He was 6' tall and about 190 lb., with a solid, well-tanned body. His short dark hair and piercing green eyes made him even sexier. Even though I had this major crush on him, I dared not do or say anything because I was afraid of getting mom even more upset (mom didn't know that I'm gay). During his stay, Uncle D was very supportive of us and both mom and I felt a lot better with him around the house. After two weeks, he had to return to his job as a college swimming coach in LA. Before he left, he promised my mom that he would continue to help us in any way he could, even financially. True to his words, Uncle D sent us money on a monthly basis in the last four years. I also have been doing part-time jobs in order to help out a bit financially. Since my dad did not have any pension and insurance policy, mom has been working very hard trying to keep our house. Even now, she holds down two jobs: working as a bank teller during the day and as a cashier in a local supermarket at night. Last week, I was so happy that high school was finally over. My mom was very proud of me because not only that I did well in school but I also received an entrance scholarship to UCLA. She called Uncle D to tell him the good news immediately. He congratulated both mom and me on the phone, and then offered me to stay at his townhouse since he has an extra bedroom anyway. Before I could say anything, mom accepted the offer right away. She explained that it would be nice to have Uncle D look after me while I'm away from home studying in a new place. Also, this arrangement would help us save some money. While listening to mom, I was getting very excited thinking about moving to LA and living with my Uncle D, the stud in my recurrent fantasises in the last 4 years. In all those fantasies, Uncle D fucked my tight teen ass in every imaginable position. I could really feel his thick and huge man rod pressing against the moist membrane inside my hot hole, sliding in and out of my boy pussy, and stretching it to make more room for deeper penetration. He rammed and hammered my ass with his big dick so hard that it hurt. But it hurt so good feeling him all the way inside me. It felt so fucking good to have his giant balls banging at my ass-cheeks. We could see the pure animalistic lust in each other's eyes when he bent forward to kiss me. His tongue forcefully opened up my mouth and then we were in a deep, passionate tongue kissing. I tightened and relaxed my ass muscles rhythmically to squeeze his invading cock, making him moan and pump me harder. Then he started ramming his cock inside me in a series of fast-jerking motion, and finally he plunged it so deep that I felt like I was going to split open. We both screamed in lusty joy when he exploded, his cum shooting through his roaring man cock all the way inside me. Spurts after spurts of his thick, white and steamy man juice splash against and coat the inside of my delicate, tight and hot teen ass. Finally, I was pushed over the edge by his cum-shooting hot rod that I came so hard without even touching my own cock. I shot my cum all over our bodies, some landing on my lips, eyelashes and hairs! I tasted my own cum... "Casey, are you OK? How come you're so quiet? Your uncle is still waiting for your answer! Well, what do you think? Are you going to move in your uncle's place?" End of Part 1 To be continued... If you have any comments, please write to cjordanwa@hotmail.com . Thanks!

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Date: Sun, 04 Jun 2000 18:02:25 PDT From: Casey Jordan Subject: Uncle Donovan - 6 Disclaimer: The following is just a fantasy. All the characters in the story are fictional. Please do not go further if you are under 21 and/or you are not looking for stories that explicitly describe men-to-men sex. Copyright by C. Jordan, 2000. Special thanks to all of you who have sent me emails. They have been very encouraging and supportive. Your comments and suggestions are greatly appreciated. I'll do my best to reply to your emails. Also, please feel free to visit the web site specifically created for this series http://communities.msn.com/HotmenTheCastofUncleDonovan. Enjoy and many thanks again! Uncle Donovan --- 6 Jeff's body shook erratically as he forced out the last jet of thick man cream up Jason's cum-soaked ass. He gave a long shuddering sigh as he felt Jason's slick ass convulsively grasped his meat. Finally Jason gently eased himself off his spent prick, but Officer Knight's hot mouth and velvet-like tongue immediately replaced Jason's tight hole. The cop greedily lapped the sides of his cock from its base to tip, slurping up every single drop of the delicious mix of Jeff's fresh fuck juice and Jason's natural ass lube. "Oh fuck! Hoooooooly fuckin' shiiiiiiiit. Take it easy, man!" Jeff was panting and pleading with Cedric as his cock became extremely sensitive after it emptied its loads the fourth time that day. Then he saw Cedric quickly slide underneath Jason and aimed his mouth for the sloppy loose lover-boy ass. Soon the cop's face was buried between Jason's firm butts as he ate out the cum-overflowing asshole for all he was worth. Officer Knight just loved those white, thick and creamy hot cum, cum that was freshly brewed inside a scorching fuck chute and dripping from the red-hot puffy asslips. The cop was now licking, swallowing and eating cum to his heart's content. "Ugh, agh, babe, ohh baby it feels so good. Yeah, eat that cum, ohh...your tongue feels so fucking good, " Jason cried out. "Oh, baby, save...save some for me, I want some of that too! "You --- want it? You want fucking hot cum, eh, don't you? " Cedric got up and whispered in his lover's ear from behind. "You're a dirty little slut who can never get enough, aren't you? Come and get it, then, you cum-thirsty slut!" Jason turned and planted his mouth on Cedric's, digging his tongue deep into the cop's cum-filled throat. Their tongues poked deeply into each other's mouths mixing, sharing and tasting the remainder their natural oral lube and cum together. Then, they cuddled and lay silently together, enjoying a moment of intimate tenderness after their passionate lovemaking. "Sorry dudes, don't want to disturb you two love-birds, " Jeff said teasingly. "but I gotta go." "Shut up, you hot sexy mother fucker!" Officer Knight barked with a broad smile on his face. "What's the rush? Why don't you stay here with us for the weekend?" "Thanks, dude," Jeff replied. "But I think I have to take a rain check on that." "Well, well, well...someone here just can't wait to get back onto the bus to help himself with a piece of young tight virgin ass." Jason sneered. "I wish," Jeff said. "But seriously guys, I have to get back to LA soon for a staff meeting on Monday morning." "That's too bad. Your loss, man!" Cedric uttered with disappointment. "Why don't we get something to eat first and then drive you to the bus station. I think there is a bus leaving for LA later on tonight," Jason suggested. "Sounds great, baby," the cop replied. "Let's get going then." "Wait a minute, Officer Knight, are you forgetting something here?. You're not going to just walk out like this...butt-naked, are you?" Jason said jokingly as he gave his lover's muscular ass some playful spanking. The three looked at each other and burst into a roaring laughter... * * * * * * * * * It was almost noon by the time I arrived at LA on Sunday. I felt cranky and tired. Who wouldn't after a 28-hour bus ride? Plus, I really missed Jeff. "Where the hell did he go? Why did he leave without saying goodbye? Why...," I was completely immersed in my own thought as I paced up and down the sidewalk outside the bus station waiting for Uncle D. Then it happened. As I turned, I just walked right into "him" --- a boyish-looking guy about my age with light brown hairs in a crew cut. His eyes were also brown, and they looked so innocent. He was shorter than me, about 5' 6" tall with a slim to medium-build. His face was turning red when I started to speak to him. "Sorry," I apologized as I realized that he had dropped some magazines on the pavement. "I'm so sorry. Let me help you with that." "Oh, I...I...I'm okay. Don't worry," he stuttered. He nervously bent over and picked up the pile of magazines scattered on the ground and as he did I watched intently. He had firm bubble-butts that filled the seat of his tight jeans well. The sight of his two mounds of taut asscheeks was so tempting and delicious that I began to sport a large hardon. My cock was oozing precum and there was a huge wet stain on the front of my white shorts. From where I stood, the covers of the magazines that he was desperately trying to put away were well within my sight. They were X-rated gay magazines: Honcho, Jock. Torso, Numbers, Blueboy, Playguy... "Wow, he sure looks hot," I said while picking up the last magazine and pointing at the model on the cover. As I handed the magazine to him, he lifted up his head and looked me right into the eyes for a few seconds. His face was turning beat red and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat. He was about to say something to me when he was interrupted by a metallic blue Jaguar pulling in to the side of the road, right beside where we were standing. "Kurt, what's the matter with you? What takes you so fucking long? Get your sorry ass in the car, NOW!" the driver barked impatiently. Like a frightened puppy, Kurt was trembling all over when he hurried himself into the car. In his haste, he left behind the last magazine that I was still holding in my right hand. "Hey, Kurt, you forgot this one," I shouted. I waved the magazine in mid air trying to get Kurt's attention, but to no avail as I watched the car speeding down the street. It was at that moment that I felt a hand on my left shoulder. To my horror I saw Uncle D smiling and standing right in front of me as I turned around. He opened his arms and gave me a big hug. "Wow, look at you," Uncle D said with an approving smile on his face while squeezing my arms, "you really have grown into a fine, handsome young man." As he looked me up and down, I really felt like digging myself in a hole. "Here I am, the first time I see Uncle D for the last four years, what happens now?" I thought to myself. "I get caught with a hardon, a wet stain in the front of my white running shorts and an X-rated gay magazine in my hand. What an idiot I am?" "Hmmm...tha...tha...thanks, Uncle D," I stuttered. "Tha...thank you for com...coming here to pick me up." My face must be turning various shades of red by now. "Oh come on, Casey, this is no big deal! I'm your uncle, remember?" Uncle D said. "Anyway, who's in that car? Someone you know?" "Oh no, not really," I quickly replied. "I only met him here a few minutes ago. He dropped this and I was just trying to return it to him..." With a puzzling look on his face, Uncle D first glanced at the magazine, and then at me as I tried to explain to him what had just happened. When we reached his black Ford Sport Explorer parked opposite the E 7th Street station, he finally broke his silence. "Well... Casey, what're you going to do with the magazine then?" Taken aback by his blunt question, I froze up and gaped, searching desperately for an answer... * * * * * * * * * Sitting next to his stepfather in the Jaguar, Kurt Wiles was growing uneasy at the long silence. He could hear his own racing heartbeat. The 20-year old college boy stared into the distance and avoided looking at his stepdad's direction. Kurt wondered what was going to happen to him once they got home. Soon his mind wandered back to two summers ago, the day of his high school graduation ceremony... * * * * * * * * * Kurt grew up in boarding schools. His dad left his mom and him when he was only 16-months old. Since then, Kurt never saw his biological father again. His mom, Jessica Wiles, was a celebrated jewelry designer who was also the owner/operator of the successful Jessica Jewelry Gallery on North Rodeo Drive in Beverly Hills. However, the relationship between Kurt and his mom was never close. On the day of Kurt's high school graduation ceremony, he got a surprise from his mom ---she told him that she just got engaged to Dr. Cliff Douglas, a world-renowned clinical psychologist and a professor at UCLA. The two got married six months later. Kurt soon found out that his stepfather had long been recognized as a leading expert for his work in psychological research on intimate relationships, ever since he published the landmark study (his Ph.D. thesis), "The Enigmatic Appeal of Sadism: Why Men Desire Aggression and Domination in Sex". At 45, Dr. Douglas was now at his prime not only academically but also physically. He worked out in the gym regularly, at least three times a week. The ripped muscles of his abs, his solid chest, strong arms and muscular legs, as well as his overpowering 6' 3" frame all accentuated his dominating appearance. He clearly knew his effect on both men and women, and used it to his advantage whenever he felt like it. Although he had fucked countless number of students, university staff and faculties, as well as patients over the years, the oversexed psychologist realized that only a few of them could handle and satisfy his 11" monster cock! When he first met Kurt one and half year ago, he knew immediately that he had found the ultimate sex toy for himself --- his 18 year-old stepson. The boy's nice bubble-butts were so smooth and fuckable. In spite of his stepson's apparent shyness, the soon-to-be college kid was in fact craving for wild, kinky sex in the inside. The psychologist, based on his professional observation, knew that his stepson lust after him. Even though Kurt himself was not fully aware of his own complex sexual lust for his stepfather, Dr. Douglas was certain that the boy wanted to be dominated --- he wanted to be his sex slave! One week after Jessica and Dr. Douglas returned to LA from their honeymoon in Europe, Jessica was away in Japan for a business trip. On that fateful Tuesday night around 1:00 AM, Kurt woke to find himself being pressed underneath a solid and hairy body. Both of his wrists were pinned down onto the bed by a strong hand. He tried to scream but a strong arm pushed his face into the pillows. Kurt was terrified, yet he was also extremely aroused. He felt a huge and thick piece of cock meat rubbing up and down the cleft between his small, rounded firm butts He began to involuntary thrust his 5 1/2" dick into the bed sheets below. "You eighteen year olds are horny little fuckers, aren't you?" Kurt heard his stepfather whisper into his left ear from behind. "Daddy, yes Daddy, I'm your slutty little boy. Oh fuck me Daddy. Talk dirty to me Daddy, please." "Oh move your tight hot ass boy. Come on, show Daddy how much you fucking little whore wants daddy's big dick up your virgin boy hole." "Agh, Daddy, shove that monster cock up my small slut boy pussy, please," Kurt begged as he raised and pushed back his smooth ass for the imminent onslaught. He reached back and spread his firm young asscheeks, exposing his virgin pink hole to his stepfather. "Yeah, Daddy's going to fuck you raw. No lube, no spit, no nothing! You really like Daddy's big cock raping your tiny boy cunt, don't you? Sure, you do. Yeah, your Daddy is gonna fuck the shit out of you and make Daddy feel real good, baby." Dr. Douglas yelled as he grabbed his stepson's narrow waist and pressed his gigantic cockhead at his dry asslips. He then leaned over and in one quick push, he rammed all 11" of his fucktool inside the college boy's scorching not-so-virgin tight hole. The psychologist closed his eyes and gaped at the immense heat and friction from his stepson's taut boy pussy as his giant ass-splitter pierced through inches after inches of delicate ass muscles. "Oh god Daddy, Da-da-daddy, you're so fucking big! Oh please, please don't hurt me!" Kurt cried out as his stepdad's 11" man-rammer broke into his virgin boy hole. He was shocked by the intense pain and tried to break loose but the much stronger Dr. Douglas overpowered him. Tears started to flow from his innocent eyes, yet his dick was still rock hard, dripping copious amount of fresh precum. "That's what you want, isn't it? That's what you're asking for, right? Oh baby, Daddy can tell what a fucking cock-hungry slut boy you are. You love Daddy's dick in your butt. You want Daddy to fuck a huge load of hot cum into your fuck chute?" Dr. Douglas shouted as he continued power pumping his stepson. Kurt's wide-stretched fuck-tunnel was now on fire. He felt that his boy hole was probably by now bleeding from the constant assault by his stepdad's monster cock. Every single centimeter of his taut ass muscles was sore. Kurt never imagined that losing his virginity would be so painful. Yet as the pain subsided, he began to enjoy his stepfather long-dicking him from behind. The giant piece of fuck meat was giving him indescribable pleasure whenever it rubbed against a certain spot inside his boy cunt. Kurt was in ecstasy. He knew that it wouldn't be too long before he'd have to cum. "Ohh Daddy it hurts so good." "Yeah, baby, feel your Daddy's fucking big dick pumping your boy pussy. Daddy's going to tear your tight boy hole all up with his hard cock." "Oh god Daddy I'm gonna shoot soon, fuck me Daddy, fuck me harder!" "You gonna' cum boy? You gonna' cum for your Daddy?" "Ugh, agh, yes, Daddy, you gonna fuck the cum out of me. I...I...I can't hold back any more! Oh damn, I'm cummmmmmmmming Daddy, your little slut boy is fucking cum...cum...ing...ahhhhhhhhhh..." When Kurt squeezed his ass muscle, his stepdad threw his whole weight into his dick. Dr. Douglas started to pump in and out as fast and deep as he could. Within minutes, his cock erupted and began to shoot loads after loads of white and steaming hot cum deep inside his stepson's well-fucked boy hole. "Oh baby, Daddy's cumming in your tight ass now. Take your Daddy's fucking load, boy. Daddy's shooting his man juice in his little slut boy's tight butt. Take it, ahhhhh...oh fuck...ahh...take my cum...bo...boy." Suddenly, they heard someone opening Kurt's bedroom door... * * * * * * * * * End of Part 6 To be continued... If you have any comments, please write to cjordanwa@hotmail.com. Thanks!

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Date: Tue, 02 May 2000 15:12:44 PDT From: Casey Jordan Subject: Uncle Donovan - 3 Disclaimer: The following is just a fantasy. All the characters in the story are fictional. Please do not go further if you are under 21 and/or you are not looking for stories that explicitly describe men-to-men sex. Copyright by C. Jordan, 2000. Uncle Donovan --- 3 It turned out that there weren't too many people travelling that early (it was 7:35 am) on a Saturday morning. I did a very quick scan of the passengers as I got on the bus. An old couple probably in their 70's were sitting in the front seats, right behind the stairs at the bus entrance. A 30-something woman was holding a baby who seemed to be falling asleep in her arms. She settled down in the middle section of the bus. Right after she put her stuffs away, she took out a hat to cover the baby's face loosely, protecting the baby from the bright sunlight. Walking in front of me was a middle-aged man in a 70's style polyester brown suit. He looked like the typical travelling salesman, carrying a brief case and a piece of upright luggage with him. He chose a seat one row diagonally behind the woman. It was indeed a nice June summer day. I could feel the warmth of the sunray through the window touching my skin as I walked down the aisle. I sat all the way back, choosing the last row of seats at the end of the bus where I could have more space to stretch out. After I put away my sports bag, I placed my backpack on the seat next to me. My mind started to drift away thinking about Uncle D, "what's going to happen when I get to LA?" As I lost in my own thought, I didn't realize that the bus was beginning to pull out from the downtown station at Stewart Street. Then I heard someone banging at the bus door. Someone was running alongside the bus trying desperately to get on. The bus driver eventually stopped the bus momentarily and opened the door to let that passenger in. "Do you know it's very dangerous for both you and me to stop the bus like that, sir?", the driver complained. "Sorry, man,", replied the new passenger. "But thank you for stopping." The voice of the new passenger was very deep and sexy. As he walked down the aisle, I couldn't help but notice what a hunk he was! Appearing to be in his late 20's, he was about 6'1", 200 lb., with slightly curled dark brown hair. The overnight stubble on his face and his sunglasses accentuated his cool look and ruggedness. I found myself attracted to him at first sight! As he walked closer, I could see that he was only wearing a white tank top (almost the same as mine), a pair of loose cotton running shorts and a pair of sneakers. His broad shoulders and muscular torso filled out his tank top to its fullness, as if his jock-muscled body was going to burst into my face in any minute. He kept moving toward the end of the bus and finally approached me. "Excuse me, would you mind me sitting here?", he pointed to a seat in the same row where I was sitting. It was only three seats away from mine. As he bent slightly toward me, I could smell his body scent, which was so masculine and erotic that I started to have an instant hard on. I was totally intoxicated by his manly musk! I also noticed that he wasn't wearing anything underneath his shorts as his cock was poking a proud outline in front. I couldn't help but stare at his oversized basket. "Helloooooo...?", he took off his sunglasses and gazed at me with a big devilish grin on his face. "Well, do you really want it?" "Oh...of course not...I don't...I don't mind at all," startled by his question and embarrassed by being caught staring at his bulge, I blushed and stuttered. "Thanks, dude," he sat down and placed his duffel bag on the seats right beside him. He then turned to me and extended his right hand, "Hi, I'm Jeff...Jeff Davenport. Nice to meet you!" "Hi, Casey Jordan, nice to meet you too," I replied while shaking his hand. His hand was gigantic and he had a strong grip on mine. His handshake was both confident and powerful. I felt like he was pulling me toward him. While we were still shaking hands, he boldly squeezed his chest with his left hand. I could clearly see the outlines of his erect nipples underneath the tank top. He then slowly moved his left hand down to adjust his huge basket that seemed to keep growing every minute. His penetrating blue eyes never left my face during the whole time. I was once again intoxicated by his virility. After we stopped shaking hands, he laid back on his seat with his legs spreading wide, allowing me a complete and unobstructed view of his crotch. He then blatantly displayed his raging hard on and started rubbing it up and down. Soon his fat, mushroom-shaped cockhead was sticking out through the opening of his shorts. It was purplish red and had a big drop of clear precum on the tip. I was in lust. I wanted to bend down and taste his precum so bad. I wanted to stick my tongue out until the tip barely touched against his piss slit, licking that big drop of fresh man cream off his cockhead. I wanted to roll my tongue around that fucktool, swallowing it in my warm mouth and bathing it with my hot saliva. But just as I wanted to fulfill my fantasy, the bus stopped at Tacoma and more passengers came aboard. Jeff very quickly readjusted his basket to conceal his "weapon". It wasn't easy but somehow he found and pulled out a magazine from his duffel bag to cover up his crotch. When I looked at the front cover of the magazine, it read "Combat". Apparently it was a military magazine. "So are you in the army?", I was curious. "No, not really. But I used to enroll in the ROTC at UCLA," he said. "That's cool.", no wonder he has such a great body. "So where are you going today?" "I'm going home to LA. I just visited a buddy of mine in Seattle for a week. It was his birthday and we really had a good time together, just like the good old days. How about you?" "Oh, that's great, I'm going to LA too, " I tried to contain my excitement. "I have an uncle there and he offered me to stay at his place while I'm attending UCLA." "Good for you. So I guess you start at UCLA this fall, right?", his eyes lit up. " Is this your first time to LA? Maybe I can show you around the city sometime." "That sounds great. Thanks!", I replied. "I was wondering what I'm going to do during the weekdays when my uncle is working. Perhaps we can do something together". I have decided right there that I was either going to lose my virginity to Uncle D or to this stud during this trip in LA. Waiting nineteen years is way too long for anything, especially when it comes to having SEX with MEN! We continued our conversation until we reached Portland around noon. I found out that Jeff is an assistant coach of the men-tennis team, Jaguar, at the Los Angeles Liberty College (LALC) where Uncle D is the head coach for the men-swimming team, the Sharks. For some reason, I didn't tell Jeff about that. Maybe it was because deep inside I was afraid that Uncle D might find out from Jeff that I'm gay. I'd rather keep my homosexuality a secret from Uncle D if he were not gay. I didn't want to disappoint or upset him (and mom)! We got off the bus at the Portland bus station. There was a 45-minute layover time for us to have lunch and rest a bit. Jeff and I grabbed a quick bite at the station cafeteria. We finished our lunch in just 25 minutes, carrying on a good conversation. Afterwards, Jeff suggested that we went to use the washroom. I was getting nervous but I followed him anyway. There was just no way I could resist this hunk! Once we got into the men's room, we realized there was nobody there except that one of the stalls on the far left was occupied. He hurried me into the one on the far right corner and once inside, he quickly locked the door and threw his duffel bag on top of the toilet tank. Without speaking a word, he forced me to sit on the toilet seat. Then in one swift motion, he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts and pulled it down, revealing a thick cock that was at least 7" in length and 5" around. He grabbed my head and pulled me toward his hot rod. I loved that after-sex odor of cum musky smell, which was emanating from his groin. I guessed his buddy and he probably had lots of wild sex in Seattle last night and that he didn't even have time to take a shower before leaving this morning. "Suck it, boy," he commanded. "I know you want it real bad. " "I've never done this before, Jeff", I looked up, not sure exactly what I was supposed to do. "God, how much I love to break in a virgin mouth", he whispered. "Too bad we don't have more time, otherwise we can do something that will make you feel even better. Just go ahead boy, lick and suck my dick for now." Even without his urging, I've started licking his cockhead already, spending lots of time swirling my tongue around his piss slit. He was dripping a lot of precum, which tasted somewhat salty but it was so fucking hot! I then use my tongue to caress the underside of his massive cock, lubricating it with my virgin teen oral juice. "Oh yeah, I know you are a natural!" he moaned. "Now suck on my big fucking meat. I love watching my thick and juicy cock swallowed inch by inch by a hot mouth, especially a virgin mouth of a young hot guy like you. It really turns me on!" "Jesus, I'm finally going to suck my first dick and it's so fucking unbelievably HUGE!", the thought really excited me. But when I tried to grab my own dick to start jerking off, he stopped me dead. "Don't touch yourself unless I tell you to do so!" he ordered. "Now just focus on worshipping my cock!" His cock has grown and it must be 9 1/2" by now. What a fucking massive jawbreaker! I tried to swallow it as much as possible, taking care not to scratch it with my teeth. But I was only able to take in about 5 inches before I started to gag! "It's too big," I whimpered. "There's no way I can take the whole thing". "Don't be a puss! I know you can take it," he demanded. "Look at you, I don't even have to tell you to watch out for your teeth. You're born a natural cocksucker. Open you mouth wide NOW!" Getting impatient, he rammed the whole 9 1/2 inches inside my mouth, all the way down to the back of my throat. I gagged and tears started to come out from my eyes. But Jeff didn't care. The only thing in his mind was to satisfy himself with my hot teen mouth. Strangely enough, being dominated and used by this hunk was making me even more aroused. My cock was getting so hard that it actually started to hurt! "Oh yes, that's it, boy. Keep eating my dick. Yeah, it feels so fucking good with your hot mouth around my big cock," he moaned. "Do you like it, boy? Like having your virgin mouth broken in by my fucking big and juicy cock? I bet you love having your throat stuffed with this big piece of man meat, huh? Yeah boy, your mouth is just perfect for sucking cocks!" He started fucking my mouth with long and powerful lunges. His golf-sized balls were slapping my chin. He would plunge his prick deep inside my mouth and then pulled it out all the way. He kept this up for about 10 minutes without stopping his verbal assaults. All of a sudden, he sank his massive cock deep down my throat and kept it there. I could feel his cum rising out of his nuts and forcing its way toward his piss slit. "Oh fuck, I'm cummmmming. Ahhhhh...I'm going to fucking shoot my load down your throat. Take it boy. Swallow my cum!", then he exploded. Spurts after spurts of hot and steamy jism hit the back of my throat. I started to choke but Jeff held my head so tight that I couldn't move. So I tried my best to swallow every single drop of his cum. I wanted to suck him dry, eating all the cum this stud was pumping down my throat. But he must have shot huge loads of cum inside me because I could feel his hot man juice dripping out of my not-so-virgin mouth. It took me a few seconds to realize that I have just shot my own load inside my jocks. I was exhausted after such an intense encounter. But I felt fucking great because I have just done a blowjob. It was at that moment that Jeff pulled me up and turned me around. He quickly pulled down my shorts and jocks, and ordered me to bend forward. Without thinking, I did exactly what he wanted. Then he stuffed my mouth with my own cum-soaked jocks while forcefully stuck a well-lubricated butt-plug into my virgin ass. I wanted to scream but my jocks and his left hand muffled my scream. "Keep the plug in, boy! Don't you dare pull it out," he whispered to my ear. "It will hurt for a while but you'll get used to it soon. I know you're going to like it up your tight teen virgin ass. Now clean up yourself and you have five minutes to join me on the bus!" Then I heard the washroom door swung open and Jeff was gone. End of Part 3 To be continued... Sorry guys, the next installment will not be available for a while. Hope you enjoy the story so far. If you have any comments, please write to cjordanwa@hotmail.com . Thanks!

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Date: Mon, 15 May 2000 14:45:57 PDT From: Casey Jordan Subject: Uncle Donovan - 4 2:46 PM 15/05/00 Disclaimer: The following is just a fantasy. All the characters in the story are fictional. Please do not go further if you are under 21 and/or you are not looking for stories that explicitly describe men-to-men sex. Copyright by C. Jordan, 2000. Special thanks to all of you who have sent me emails. They have been very encouraging and supportive. Thank you, all! Your comments and suggestions are greatly appreciated. Uncle Donovan --- 4 When I got back onto the bus, Jeff was nowhere in sight. Two minutes later at about 1:05 p.m., the bus began to pull out from the Portland station at N. W. 6th Avenue. I kept looking out of the window hoping that Jeff would show up and join me on the bus again. But he never did. The butt plug in my tight virgin asshole kept reminding me of my brief encounter with that hot, muscular and dominating stud. I wondered what could have happened to him. Needless to say, I was very disappointed. Feeling a sense of loss and emptiness, I couldn't stop myself thinking of Jeff. "Maybe I'll give him a call when I get to LA," I mumbled to myself. What I didn't know at the time was that someone had been watching us from the stall next to ours in the men's room earlier... * * * * * * * * * Officer Cedric Knight, a Portland city police, was waiting outside when Jeff stepped out of the men's room. The cop quickly read Jeff his rights as he put him under arrest for indecent exposure and performing lewd acts in public. Taken aback by the sudden turn of events, Jeff offered no resistance. "Put your hands behind your head. Then turn and face against the wall," Jeff was told as the cop proceeded to frisk him in the standard fashion, "Spread your legs." When Officer Knight got to Jeff's crotch, he lingered a bit too long. Jeff knew for sure that the cop was feeling him up, groping his cock and balls. He soon felt the cop squeezing his ass and poking into his ass crack. Jeff started to get a hardon but there was nothing he could do to conceal the enlarging bulge in the front of his running shorts. Before long his hands were handcuffed behind his back. "Step back here and get into the cruiser," the officer demanded. As they walked toward the cruiser, Jeff took a good look at Officer Knight for the first time. He was impressed with what he saw. The cop, who appeared to be in his mid-20's, was stunningly handsome. Jeff found himself admiring the young cop's chiseled face, short black hair and emerald green eyes. Although the officer was not as tall and muscular as Jeff, about 5'10" and 170 lb., his toned body was in great shape. Underneath his uniform was clearly a strong and beautiful physique, the result of years of hard workouts. His broad shoulders and solid 42" chest tapered off in a perfect V-shape to a trim 28" waist, which was complemented by the twin mounds of firm butts. His ass curved seductively. Jeff also noticed that the officer had a sizable basket, which packed nicely between his powerful legs. "Get in the back," Officer Knight ordered as they reached the car. Jeff did exactly what he was told. The cop then got in the front and pushed a button to lock all the doors before he put the car into gear. Soon Jeff found themselves travelling north on US 30 leaving downtown Portland behind. About 45 minutes later, the cop pulled off the highway at an exit that eventually led to a deserted industrial site on the outskirts of the city. Jeff had no idea of where they were but he was certain that they weren't going to a police station after all. "Hey, what's going on here?" Jeff asked as he looked around seeing no sign of any police station. "Aren't you supposed to bring me to the police station?" "Just shut up and sit tight," the cocky cop replied as he meandered through the industrial site. Jeff continued his complaints, but to no avail. Finally, the cop slowed the cruiser and stopped in front of an abandoned old warehouse. He got out of the car, opened the back, grabbed Jeff's arms and pulled him out of the cruiser. Jeff had an uneasy suspicion as he saw another car, a red CRX, parked outside the warehouse about 50 feet away. The CRX looked familiar and reminded him of someone that he knew seven years ago from the ROTC in LA. He could tell there was a person sitting on the driver's seat but the blinding sunlight made it impossible for him to see any more details. "Hey, what the fuck..." Jeff began to protest again but stopped as soon as he felt a gun pointing at his forehead. "Turn around and face the side of the car," the cop said surly. "What're we doing here?" Jeff said as he turned around. "Stand still and shut the fuck up!" the cop responded authoritatively. "Speak only when you have my permission to do so." Soon Jeff was blindfolded, his mouth duck-taped and his ankles chained by a second set of handcuffs. He became increasingly apprehensive of the situation he found himself in. But he also got more aroused at the same time. The straining, prominent bulge in his crotch was doing little to conceal itself inside his running shorts. The cop led Jeff into the warehouse and some thirty steps later, he pushed Jeff forward and ordered him to stop. Jeff was totally bewildered. His heart beat was racing, knowing that he was not in control there. He then heard some footsteps coming from the direction of the warehouse entrance. "This must be the driver in the CRX ," Jeff thought to himself. All of a sudden, Jeff felt a sharp knife pointing at his throat. "Don't try anything stupid, okay? Or I will hurt you REAL BAD!" the cop barked while standing in front of Jeff. Soon afterward, Jeff felt the cold blade of another knife touching the warm skin on his right thigh. He was alarmed. A cold chill rippled through his spine. He could sense that someone, probably the mysterious CRX driver, was kneeling behind him. The blade was moving upward very slowly along Jeff's thigh. There was no doubt that the person behind was teasing him. Finally, the knife stopped moving. Jeff could feel it right underneath his scrotum through his flimsy running shorts. Despite the danger, Jeff became more aroused. His cock was almost fully erect. It was oozing precum like a leaky faucet. A large wet stain was clearly visible in the front of his shorts. Suddenly, both his tank top and shorts were cut open. They were then yanked from his body. Jeff was now completely naked and exposed. His rock-hard 9 1/2" fucktool was proudly sticking out in front of him while his cum-filled golf-sized balls were hanging heavily between his powerful legs. Jeff was perplexed by the situation. He felt both horny and vulnerable as his naked body was exposed to two strangers. "Just do what we say and everything's going to be fine, understand?" Officer Knight once again reminded Jeff of who was in control as he held a gun at his head. "We're going to take off the handcuffs around your wrists and ankles now, but don't you dare try anything on us." Jeff was then pushed backward and forced to lie down on his back on an old and well-used king-sized bed. His dick got even harder as he smelled the strong and familiar odor of musky cum emanating from the mattress. Within seconds his two captors tied him to the bed poles on the four corners in a spread-eagled fashion. Jeff's wrists were tightly bound to the poles while the ropes around his ankles were loose enough to allow his legs to move quite freely. In the next several minutes, Jeff heard the rustling sound of clothes being removed and dumped on the cement floor. "Fuck, is this real? They are getting fucking naked!" as the thought came across Jeff's mind, the purple veins on his raging hard-on seemed to expand and become more visible. His fat mushroom-shaped cockhead was angry and red, roaring with copious amount of delicious precum on its beautiful tip. His shaft was hard as steel. His heavy sacs were churning with loads of hot man cream. Jeff was ecstatic in anticipation! Soon he felt a hot mouth engulfing his giant cockhead. Once the tip was inside, a velvet-like tongue was greedily licking the tasty precum off his piss slit. At the same time, his legs were raised and another fiery tongue was whipping his small and tight asshole like there were no tomorrow. A stifled lusty moan escaped from Jeff's throat involuntarily. He was in a sexual trance. After removing the duck-tape from Jeff's mouth, the stranger who was sucking him started to explore his muscular torso. His hands moved across and caressed Jeff's expansive hairy chest. He pinched and twisted his nipples intermittently causing Jeff to groan with pain and pleasure. By now, Jeff's puckered rosebud was well-lubricated with the spit from his second captor. He tightened his sphincter muscle to prevent the invading finger from penetrating his virgin man cunt (Jeff has always been a PURE TOP). However, Jeff's resistance was futile. His second captor kept on thrashing his anus with his powerful tongue, making the small and tight hole relaxed and opened up in no time. Once inside, the assaulting finger forced its way through the taut ass ring until it was completely sheathed by the moist and scorching fuck tunnel. "Take it out, it fucking hurt," Jeff protested half-heartedly as he felt a new sensation stirring up inside him. He felt the knuckle of the invading finger at the opening of his man pussy. The finger was slowly sliding in and out of his virgin ass. It was rubbing inches after inches of the inner walls of his fiery love tunnel. The snaky finger, moving in a circular motion, eventually found his prostate and began to massage it causing him to squirm and moan softly. Jeff was truly enjoying his first and exhilarating experience of being finger-fucked! "Ahhhh...It hurts soooooo fucking good!" Jeff uttered dreamily as he felt the fingers squeezing and pulling his nipples. He found the pain, through the sensitive nerve endings on his nipples, very stimulating. His nipples were by now erect and roaring red. "Oh yeah, suck my big dick. Suck it man. That's it, put it all the way down your throat, oh yeah, eat that fucking huge cock!" Jeff screamed as he felt the tongue slurping up and down his raging hardon. The mouth sucking his dick was hot and receptive. Its full lips brushed against every veins and nerves on his cock as they engulfed inch by inch of the entire 9 1/2" monster fucktool. Jeff's cock was throbbing in that hot mouth like it never did before. His nuts and virgin man cunt were slick and coated with saliva. He felt his man juice steaming and boiling in his balls. The pleasure was just too intense... "Damn, I'm going to cum...ah...ah...I'm going to fucking shoot my hot load in your mouth," Jeff shouted. "I can't hold it much longer!" "Oh yeah, shoot it, Jeff! Fill Jason's mouth with your hot cum," the cop cheered him on. "Give it to him, man! He wants it! He needs it BAD." "Oh fuck, yeah, eat that cum. Swallow my fucking cum," Jeff groaned deeply as he was getting real close. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh...yeah, take it all, you cocksucker!" "That's it, man. Fucking spray his mouth with your hot sperm," Officer Knight urged. "Shoot your white, thick man cream down Jason's throat. Let him have it!" "Oh, fuck...ah, fuck...fuck...I'm cummmmmmmmmmming...," Jeff yelled. "Oh yeah, eat my cum. Swallow my fucking cum, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Jeff, breathing heavily, finally exploded. Torrents of hot cum gushed out from his cock. Five huge loads of thick and creamy man juice sprayed the back of Jason's throat. Jason tried his best to swallow them all while Officer Knight helped by slurping up any hot jism on Jeff's shaft that was dripping out from Jason's lips. As the spasms subsided, Jeff started to slowly relax. His breathing gradually returned to normal. "This feels fucking great, man!" Jeff said in a post-orgasmic bliss. "So, is that really you, Jason?" "What takes you so long to figure out, Jeff?" Jason replied, with a smirk on his face. "Let me see you," Jeff pleaded. "I want to see you, man." "Okay, if you insist, "Jason said as he took the blindfold off Jeff. "But that won't be as much fun." "I can't fucking believe this. It's really you, Jason!" Jeff exclaimed as he watched Jason licking off his fresh cum from his hot lips. End of Part 4 To be continued... If you have any comments, please write to cjordanwa@hotmail.com . Thanks!

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Subject: Short story Date: Sun, 28 Jul 1996 23:06:18 GMT From: xonx@newreach.net Organization: Zippo Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.gay The phone rang and it was Jerry. Every time Dave heard Jerry's voice he became excited because he knew that the only reason Jerry called was because he wanted his big, uncut cock serviced. Jerry did not call all that often, not nearly as often as Dave would like but Jerry knew that he could call anytime and that Dave would do anything to get ore of Jerry's action. One experience with Jerry was enough for Dave to know he wanted more and Dave made that clear both verbally and by being totally submissive to Jerry so that Jerry could get his cock serviced just the way he wanted....any time he wanted. The sessions with Jerry were never longer then 10 to 15 minutes but they were hot and intense. Jerry knew what he liked and what he wanted and he was not shy about getting what he wanted and that was part of the reason Dave found him so exciting to service. Jerry knew how much Dave wanted his action and taunted him and verbally abused him and maybe that is why he did not call more often. All that mattered to Jerry was his cock and his balls and his asshole and his climax and it did not bother Dave that Jerry never even touched his crotch. Later, Dave would jackoff while enjoying the lingering smells and tastes of Jerry's cock, asshole and cum and memories of the way Jerry used him for his sex would be enough for future jackoffs. But Dave was always excited to hear Jerry call. The normal sessions began within seconds of Jerry's arrival. He would pull out his soft cock and instantly demand that Dave "get on it" and Dave would eagerly do so. The first few moments were always when the smells and tastes of Jerry's cock were most pungent and Dave would enjoy them and tongue under his foreskin for remnants of sweat, piss and cum that might be there for him. But freedom of movement was not usually Dave's for very long as Jerry would take hold of his head and control how his cock was to be sucked. Frequently he would hold Dave's face tight against his crotch and fuck Dave's mouth as his cock grew harder and longer until it was deep in Dave's throat. Only then would he pull the mouth away to kick off his shoes and take off his pants and then order Dave back to suck his cock and to lick his balls and the rest of his crotch. If he was standing, he sometimes would rest one foot on the desk while Dave worked on his crotch but also teased Dave with access to the smells and tastes of his shithole. If he was sitting, he would do the same thing by raising his knees and exposing his hole and Dave would take darting licks at it with hopes of being invited to more. When Jerry was turned on enough he usually orders Dave to lay on his back and Dave would know that it was ass eating and throat fucking time. Jerry would squat over Dave's waiting mouth and finally Dave would have access to Jerry's shithole and he would sniff, and lick and finally drive his tongue deep into it. Jerry loved having his hole licked and rimmed and while he is stroking his hardon, he would order Dave to do it faster, deeper and better. Shifting into a push-up position, Jerry would tell Dave to take a deep breath and he would ram his hard cock deep into Dave's throat where he would fuck until he thought to pull out to let Dave gasp for another breath of air. Going back and forth between fucking face and getting rimmed, Dave knows that Jerry is about to cum and he is anticipating it. When the moment comes, Jerry raises up and points his cock down and shoots his cum all over Dave's face and in his open mouth. Jerry shoots a big load and Dave always tries to get as much of it as possible. While Jerry could have his sex any way he wanted it, this is what he usually wanted. But today would be slightly different as Jerry told Dave that he would be bringing a buddy with him. Earlier, in an effort to get more of Jerry's action, Dave had told him he could bring a buddy but this was the first time he was going to do it. Dave was willing to service two cocks if one of them was Jerry's. After making sure the doors were unlocked, Dave stripped naked and watched out the window for Jerry to arrive. The other man was tall and burly but Dave could not really see him well. Dave got on his knees and listened and he heard them come in the outer office door and lock it and then they came into his office. The session started in the normal way with Jerry quickly putting Dave on his soft cock and fucking his face. Dave was aware of the stranger standing nearby but had not gotten a good look at him. For a short while, all Dave could think about was the cock in his mouth that was getting bigger and bigger but then he felt the stranger's hand sliding down between his ass cheeks and probing his fuckhole. "So this is the bitch you were telling me about" he said in a very low masculine voice. The stranger's hand went for Dave's balls and with a tight grip he pulled and twisted them until Dave was groaning into the cock that was gagging him. Jerry's cock was full hard and Dave was taking it deep when the stranger took him by the hair of his head and pulled his mouth into his crotch. "Suck this you bitch" he said and Dave started servicing his half hard dick. Unlike Jerry, the stranger let Dave suck and do all of the head motions to work the length of his cock while he continued a verbal assault. It was obvious what the stranger had in mind when he said things like "I'm going to fuck the hell out of you faggot" and "I am going to breed you bitch". Dave serviced both cocks, back and forth as the stranger directed and finally Jerry told Dave to lay on the floor. By then, both men were naked and before Dave could get a good look at the stranger, Jerry's ass was sitting on his face. That day Jerry's shithole smelled and tasted exceptionally good to Dave and within moments, he was pulling Jerry's cheeks apart and with his tongue, he was fucking his hole like never before. The stranger raised Dave's feet and pushed them up and over his shoulders which raised his fuckhole into a very fuckable position. While Jerry held Dave's feet, the stranger got ready to fuck and Dave managed to verbalize his request. "Please put a rubber on Sir". The stranger laughed and replied, "I aim to breed you bitch, but since you aren't likely to get pregnant, I don't need no damn rubber". With that, Dave screamed into Jerry's hole as the stranger rammed his hard cock into him. With his cock buried to his balls, the stranger let out a grunt and began to fuck. He set the pace with his fucking motions and the rhythm became faster and faster as he fucked hard and deep. He leaned into Dave's legs and pinned Dave to the floor as he raised and lowered his ass in strong fucking strokes. Both men were grunting and groaning but not saying a word as they used Dave in different ways. Jerry's hole was twitching and Dave knew that he was about to shoot and from the sounds the stranger was making, he was about to shoot his load of cum as well. Jerry delivered first. He raised up some and shot his hot cum all over Dave's face and open mouth. Soon, the stranger began to repeat "take it bitch" and then he drove his cock in and with several short jerky motions, shot his load of sperm into Dave's fuckhole. The moment was intense and the men were sweaty as they held their positions for a few moments and then pulled away leaving Dave laying on the floor. Jerry was standing and slowly fisting his bloated dick so Dave crawled over to him and gently licked the head of his cock as cum was milked to it's end and onto his foreskin. Jerry's cockhead gets super sensitive right after he shoots and Dave knows that he cannot put it into his mouth but he stays there licking the end of it until there is no more cum to lick off. The stranger was sitting on the floor regaining his composure so Dave crawled over to him and began licking at his spent cock to see the stranger's reaction. The stranger did not stop Dave so he sucked the cock into his mouth and began to clean off the cum and ass juices but Dave could also taste the cum that was still dribbling out of it as he sucked. As long as the stranger would let him, Dave would suck. "I'm warning you bitch. If you get me hard again, I will fuck that pussyhole of yours again and this time it will be twice as long and twice as hard". The stranger meant it as a warning but Dave took it as an opportunity and he sucked with a purpose. Dave thought that maybe if he got the stranger turned on again, he would also get another load from Jerry. The cock was responding and when the stranger took Dave by the hair and began to face fuck him, Dave knew the decision had been made. The stranger had Dave stand up and bend over and he had Jerry trap Dave's head between his thighs for support. Within moments, the stranger rammed his hard cock back into Dave and he rode like a wild bull. He rammed it, rotated it, jabbed it in at different angles and kept his promise to fuck twice as long and twice as hard. Jerry's balls were bouncing on the back of Dave's neck because his dick was hard again and he was fisting it towards another climax as well. This time, without Jerry's asshole to muffle it, Dave's thoughts were being verbalized. "Make your big dick feel good Sir". "Fuck your cum into this bitch Sir". "Yes Sir, that fuckhole is yours Sir". "Yes Sir, thank you Sir". It took a long time but finally the stranger delivered his load of cum with as much gusto as he did the first time. His cum went directly from his balls, through his fucking cock and directly into Dave without it ever seeing the light of day. Then the big surprise was delivered as Jerry was ready to shoot. He pulled Dave's head up and shoved his cock into Dave's mouth and for the first time ever, Jerry shot his load of cum directly into Dave's mouth. For the first time ever, Jerry's load came directly from his balls and into Dave's mouth without seeing the light of day. Dave was not even aware of the cock up his ass when Jerry began to shoot into his mouth. All Dave could think about was the mouthful of cum he was getting from Jerry. For the first time Dave was getting all of it and he would eat it all. The second round was better than the first! Dave made the rounds to both cocks to lick and clean them as before but this time there was no new response. Since the stranger did not seem to mind, Dave stayed crouched between his legs with his soft cock in his mouth for some time. Finally the stranger pushed Dave's head to the floor with orders to stay there and both began to dress. "I know this kind of pissant and he will do anything you want him to do" said the stranger. He took a grip on Dave's balls from behind and pulled them up well past his fucked fuckhole until he was almost lifting Dave off of his knees and added "you can do anything you want to him as well....isn't that right bitch?" Dave's groans turned into a weak "Yes Sir". The stranger pulled higher and said "I can't hear you bitch". Dave shouted back "Yes Sir". He pulled even harder and Dave thought that he was going to pull his nuts right off. "Yes what bitch?" To that Dave shouted "Yes Sir, I will do anything you want and you can do anything you want to me Sir". With that the stranger released his grip and Dave froze wondering what was next. The stranger put his boot on the back of Dave's neck and pushed it into the floor. "What is your phone number pissant?" he asked. Dave responded "555-6846 Sir". The stranger repeated the number and then told Dave to be at his phone Wed. evening at 6. He lifted his foot and said "I have plans for you bitch". Dave did not move a muscle but stayed huddled on the floor as the two left his office. As they were leaving, Dave heard Jerry ask "What do you have planned for him on Wedsnday?". The stranger chuckled and said "Anything I want".

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Date: Wed, 16 Dec 1998 17:02:31 EST From: George Subject: Human Plaything I opened my eyes and looked around. There were about forty of us packed into a tiny room. Every one pretty much looked the same. That is, we were all about the same size. I am 5'7", 125 lbs., basically the size description of everyone else around me. It was a dark blue room. The carpet was dark blue, the walls, everything was. I got scared because for a moment I couldn't remember how I got there, but then it all came back to me. I was alone in a coffee bar. The same one that I go to every night. As I got my coffee and walked back to my regular table, I noticed these two guys staring at me. It wasn't an unusual occurrence, considering where I was. Guys always checked each other out at the Fantasy Cafe, and I'm a pretty good looking guy, despite my little boy's body. Anyway, I put my coffee down at a table and I went to use the toilet. Then I came back and drank my coffee, as I perused the night's merchandise. When I was done, I left and went back to my apartment. As I was going up the stairs in my building, I began to feel a little faint. Finally, I got to my door and everything started to go dark. Just before I blacked out, I saw the two guys who had checked me out at the coffee shop. They picked me up off of the floor and put me in this bag that one of them was carrying, and that was the last thing I knew. So, now I woke up and found myself I this dark blue room with all of these other men who looked just like me. Through the wall I could hear a lot of loud clanking sounds and the murmur of men talking to one another. I turned to the guy next to me and asked him what was going on. He told me his story and it sounded a lot like mine. All of a sudden I started freaking out. I ran towards the door and there I was met by the one guy in this room who was definitely out of place. He was enormous. He must have been 6'6". He was wearing sweat pants and a tight wife beater shirt. His arms were folded like slabs of beef across his huge, jutting chest. His thick thighs were hugged by the flimsy sweat pants he was wearing and his bull cock was ballooning out from his crotch like a overgrown sausage. As I ran towards the door he threw his arm out and caught me, lifting me easily off the ground and throwing me over his shoulder like a rag doll. "Where do ya think you're going, little guy?" he asked me, in a most condescending tone. "Why I am here?!! I want to get out of here!!" I started screaming and kicking like a baby. "Don't you worry. We'll let you outta here when we're good and ready. Until then, you'd make things a lot easier for yourself if you just do what we tell you to. Got it, slut?" As I slung over his bulging shoulder, he smiled and tightened his bicep around my waist. I felt more helpless than I ever had before. I couldn't even flail anymore, his grip on me was so strong. This other little guy came up and tried to run out the door like I had done, but Mr. Olympia (as I fondly call him) just reached his arm out and picked him up onto his other shoulder. With one of us in each arm he started bench pressing us over his head to show all of the men in the room who was boss. Then with a little laugh he threw us down on the chairs that lay around the perimeter of the room, and shook out his huge muscles. After about fifteen minutes there was a knock on the door that Mr. Olympia was guarding. He opened it and there stood one of the biggest men I've ever seen. He must have been 7 feet tall, easily, and at least three feet across. He was covered with dark thick hair in all of the places that I like: his chest, his pits, his legs, and I had to assume other areas remained consistent. And I have to admit, aside from that he had the most beautifully structured face I'd ever seen. He looked like an overgrown ad for Calvin Klein. He was wearing workout shorts and a tight little white tee shirt. His clothing could barely contain him. The short sleeves barely stretched around his shoulders. His shirt came up just below his belly button and soft fur stuck out from under his shirt. His shorts clung to his massive thighs, and his package protruded out from his crotch like an angry bull. He was all MAN. Curiously enough, there was a crowded gym behind him. I couldn't have been more confused. Here I was trapped in this room, and just outside of the room there was a workout gym. I saw all of these humongous men in the background, working their overgrown muscles on the weight machines . Anyway, this guy entered the room and looked around. As he walked, his trunk-like legs pulled at the thin mesh of his shorts. He casually strolled around the room inspecting all of the little guys that were there. He stopped at one of the little men and reached down, lifting him up by the back of his underwear like a doll. He ripped the smaller man's underwear off and ran his huge hand across his tight little ass. Then, with disappointment, he threw him back down on the chair and continued around the room. When he got to me, he stopped. I didn't know what the hell to say. I stood there, eye level with his enormous pecs and stared up at him in awe, fear, and I have to admit, a tiny bit of excitement. "What's your name?" he asked in a low soft voice. "M--M--Mark." I muttered. I'd never had so much trouble answering that question. "I'm Greg." He extended his bear-like hand and completely enveloped my own hand as I tentatively shook it. I looked up and saw his bicep bunching and flexing as he shook. It looked like the tenuous fabric of his shirt was ready to bust. He looked over at Mr. Olympia. "I'll take this one" he muttered. Then he wrapped his hands clear around my waist and threw me onto his shoulder. I could feel through my clothing that he was drenched with sweat from working out. I had no idea what the fuck to do. I couldn't scream, I couldn't kick, I couldn't even move. All I could do was wait. So I did. I looked around at the other men in the room and they looked up at me with fear and helplessness in their eyes. He sauntered over to Mr. Olympia and slipped him some cash. Then he casually sauntered out of the blue room and into the gym. As he walked through the gym, all of the hulking men smiled up at him as he passed. "Way to go!" one of them shouted. "Looks like you got the winner!" One of them held up his hand and Greg slapped him five as he passed. Then he brought the same hand around and slapped it clear on my ass. His thick fingers covered the whole hing and he gave it a good squeeze. I looked down and saw the ground many feet below me. I only hoped he was going to put me down gently. As we reached the other side of the gym, there was a row of doors with numbers on them. He went to room 105 and pulled a key out from his pocket. He unlocked the door and kicked it open. It was a fairly small, bare room. There was a light, a mirror on one of the tan walls, and a bed. Call me stupid, but it was only then that I realized what was going on. In retrospect, I don't know why I didn't see that coming. He threw me down on the bed and proceeded to take off his sneakers. I felt so stupid because while I was more scared than I'd ever been, I was also kind of excited. I was staring down at his size fourteen sweat soaked sneakers, and I couldn't help but feel like I had waited all my life for this. "Stand up." he ordered. I did as I was told. I stood in front of the bed and he walked right over to me so that his giant body towered just in front of me. My face was nearly buried in his protruding chest. His width completely filled my peripheral vision. I could smell his strong spicy aroma and I wanted him so badly. "This isn't so bad, is it?" he asked with the first hint of a smile. I couldn't answer him. I had no idea how to respond. Here I was randomly picked out to be this God-like man's plaything. Was that bad? I wasn't sure. He reached his giant arms out and folded them around my back thrusting my face into his sweaty T-shirt. He smelled so good, he felt so good. In a weird way, I began to feel so safe. "Here, let me help you out" he said. He brought his hands to his shirt and in one strong movement, tore it right off of his torso. I swallowed deeply as I stood face to face with this hairy, hulking, giant. I reached my hands out and ran them through the layer of hair that covered his busting tits. I squeezed the mounds of soft muscle. While my fingers were feeling the deep crevice in between his pig pecs, he flexed, trapping my fingers in there. Then, he gave out a soft chuckle, as I realized how powerless I was against this man. To him, I wasn't even human. I was just there for his enjoyment, and he toyed with me like a cat with a mouse. He flexed his pecs and they tightened like boulders. I tried to poke them but I couldn't even make a dent. I moved down to his hairy stomach and as he flexed that, I grabbed at his jutting abs. "You like that, huh?" he asked me with obvious humor in his voice. "How `bout these?" He brought his arms up and flexed his basketball sized biceps and I thought I was going to blow my load right there. He leaned down and motioned for me to sit on his arm. I straddled his enormous bicep and he stood up. As he flexed and unflexed his arm, I bumped up and down like a rodeo rider. It felt so good to mash my hard dick into his bulging muscle. "Ride that big bicep!" he laughed. "I could crack you like a nut with these arms." I got scared for a moment, so I jumped off of his arm and tried to run for the door. Before I knew it, he reached his hand right down into the back of my underwear and lifted me off the ground and into his arms, cradling me like a baby. "Not so fast, little guy. I'm not gonna hurt you." I took a deep breath and fell back into the moment. "Let's get rid of these clothes," he said. As I raised my arms, he pulled my shirt off. Then he squatted down and put his huge hungry mouth over my briefs which concealed my hard dick. He sucked strongly through the fabric and I let out a soft moan. Then with his teeth, he bit the fabric and tore it off of my body. I stood there naked and I felt kind of silly when I looked in the mirror and saw this giant man standing next to me. I looked like a little kid. "You got a cute little body," he said. "That's just what I like." It was at that moment that I realized I wasn't the only one with a boner. His cock was rising up through his shorts and tenting the flimsy material. The shorts were so tight I thought his bull cock would tear right through them. It had to be a foot, at least. It poked right above my belly button. "Wanna sit on it?" he asked. It was an interesting thought. I'd never considered it before. "Yeah..." I whispered. He wrapped his hands around me and hoisted me up onto his stiff dong. It slid right in between my butt-cheeks. It felt so good. I reached my mouth up and kissed him hard on the mouth. I wanted to just rub my face all over his body. He flexed his cock and I bounced up and down. He let out a soft laugh. I spotted his huge nipple and went right for it, sucking the huge head of it. He reached his hand around my ass and squeezed hard. His fingers lingered just outside of my hole and it set me off like an animal. I jumped off of his dick and got down on the floor. I ripped his gym shorts right down to his ankles and his cock sprang up looking bigger than a can of Lysol. His hairy balls hung like weights from his dick. They were so large, just like the rest of him. In fact, his entire package looked just slightly out of proportion from the rest of his enormous body. His mushroom head looked more like the end of a baseball bat. His piss slit was oozing with precum. His cock looked hungry. It was angry and salivating, and so was I. He brought his cock to the side and slapped it across my face. I felt so little and pathetic, next to this donkey dong. I stretched my mouth as wide as it would go and I gorged my self with hot, pulsating dick. I started slowly, running my tongue over the thick vein that protruded from beneath his cock. I tried to tease him, licking and kissing, but it didn't last. He put one huge paw around my head and thrust his dick all the way in my mouth. At first I gagged, but as I relaxed I found I could happily manage. I sucked and slurped and he thrust his pelvis to and fro, jerking himself off with my face. I felt his giant head massaging my throat and I thought he was going to break my fucking body open. We went faster and faster. Me sucking and him thrusting. I couldn't think about anything but sucking. Then, as he climaxed, he rammed his cock all the way down my throat and blew his enormous hot load though my body. We were suspended in time. I felt the warmth ooze through me. I fell back onto the bed and nearly fainted, as he removed his cock form my mouth I smiled. To Be Continued...

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Date: Sat, 26 Aug 2000 13:09:15 +0100 (BST) From: "[iso-8859-1] Thoby Johnson" Subject: ST: "Sweat! (4)" Warning: Contains unsavoury aspects of male-to-male relationships. This is episode 4 and does not, unfortunately, contain any sex - just implausible story progression and a tough athletics coach. Episodes 1-3 were posted to ASSGM and the Nifty site. Primary themes of episode 4 are; 'authoritarianism' and 'athletics'. Minor themes are; 'underwear' , 'cross-generational', and 'spank'. thobyj@yahoo.co.uk "SWEAT! (4)" And so, presently, Marmaduke and Eric departed the city on a long road-trip to a summery, fantasy-land awaiting them. They conveniently left behind material obligations. Marmaduke had easily quit his job on the construction sites (but had kept his construction boots) and loaded his bike into the back of Eric's car. They drove north, leaving behind Marmaduke's appointment with a magistrate - an element not overlooked, gentle reader, merely held-over as a useful plot- device for a future adventure. Mundane details were dealt with. The long trip was made. Petrol was sought, and, as with Sir Gawain and the details of his journey to Bertilak's castle; *"It would be too tedious to tell a tenth of them."* Let us make haste, instead, to meet Frank Wrath (see "Sweat! (3)"), who, for the benefit of those readers with a bent for such things, will be giving young Marmaduke's life some direction with a firm dose of athletic training. On arrival, a nice little beach house was rented, where Eric could tend the garden and contemplate the isolated stretch of beach. Marmaduke unpacked his gear and found space for his collection of lycra and spandex. He padded backwards and forwards, from car to bedroom, in an old pair of holed jeans (yes, jeans are out of fashion, but cargo-pants have not had time to embed themselves into the psyche. Youth can swap fashion more easily than the lovers of youth. Besides, denim clings when wet) and a slightly too-small T-shirt that was purple and threadbare, soft from many washings, seams beginning to part. Eric watched, admiring the abject perfectness of the adorable kid. The lovely, sinewy, brown arms. The long, bare neck and boyish, moptop hair, and the glimpses of bare skin at the narrow midriff, between jeans and T-shirt. They cooked and ate dinner. Eric was amazed anew at Marmaduke's appetite. The next day, they met Marmaduke's new coach, Frank Wrath. They were both in for a series of surprises. "Of course, you know of his reputation as a . . . disciplinarian," said Eric during the drive over to Frank's house. Marmaduke, wearing once again his jeans and charming little purple T-shirt, said; "I know what he's supposed to be like, Eric. Look, I'm ready for any crap he can dish out." "Are you sure? We didn't drive all the way up here - get a house and everything - all so you can pike-out." "I won't pike-out, Eric!" Frank's house also overlooked the beach. Surprise number #1: Frank Wrath's residence - in this small, gay enclave of a community - was a neat little weatherboard doll's-house. It looked as though a granny lived there, or perhaps an old, retired sea-salt. Marmaduke got out of the car and sniffed the sea air. He could hear the waves crashing and felt the sandy, salty mist wafting across from the beach. The air was sharper, and colder than in the city. For the first time since arriving, he felt the fog in his head lift. A stifling, jadedness departed and he realised he should have come somewhere like this earlier. But, he was thankful Eric was with him and as he breathed deeply from the wet, misty air, Marmaduke silently promised himself that he would persevere with whatever efforts Eric, and this Frank Wrath - and his new life - would require of him. Surprise number #2: Frank Wrath seemed like a nice guy. At least, compared to what Marmaduke had heard. They shook hands. "So," said Wrath, standing in his small, neat living-room. "The young lad who's going to become a triathlon star and win us all some cash!" Marmaduke shifted uneasily and stared down at his feet. "How old are you, lad?" asked Frank Wrath. "Seventeen." "Seventeen. Good. A good pair of legs, I hope, for cycling and running. And a good set of shoulders for swimming." Despite all this friendliness, Frank Wrath displayed outwardly a slightly differing image. Marmaduke knew it well enough; leather and denim and the smell of cigars. There was a well-worn, black jacket and a hefty, studded, leather belt on the man. A weathered cowboy hat shaded an equally weathered face. At least it wasn't a black peaked hat, of the type favoured by SS officers and ageing fetish-queens. Wrath looked about forty or forty-five. "And your name's Marmaduke." "Yes." "Well, Marmaduke, we'll have you trained-up like a prize greyhound. If you're good enough, that is." "Oh, I'm good enough." "That's good, lad. Now, let me ask you something . . ." Wrath placed a firm hand behind the boy's neck and felt the jutting shoulder- blades. Marmaduke was slowly guided to the window where the vista of deserted beach opened up before them. There were small ornaments on the window-sill. "That beach out there, is where you'll be whipped into shape. As quickly as possible. And it'll be hard work - running - swimming - cycling. No surfing, no skateboarding, no video-games, no fun - just me and you and our single goal of bringing you up to standard. Understand?" "Yes . . ., I understand," said Marmaduke. The hand was still on the back of his neck. Frank continued. "I don't take any shit. There'll be no complaints. You'll do as I say. If I'm not satisfied with any aspect of the standard of your performance, you will work to *make* me satisfied." "Okay," Marmaduke gulped. "I'm telling you this so you know beforehand, what you're getting into." "Yeah. Okay," said Marmaduke. "Now, what I want to ask you is - and think carefully, son - is; are you ready for it? . . . Can you stomach it?" "Yeah, I can take it," said Marmaduke with admirable bravado. Frank leant in close to Marmaduke's ear and whispered, so that Eric couldn't hear: "We'll see, you pretty little faggot!" Marmaduke shivered, and felt Frank's strong hand squeeze the back of his neck. "What sort of condition are you in?" Frank said, returning to nice-guy mode. "Pretty good," Marmaduke replied. Eric interjected from behind. "I think he's in really great shape, Frank. At least, he seems to be when he's . . . erm . . . swimming in my pool." Frank gently guided the boy away from the window. "Okay. That's good," he said. "Strip down." Surprise number #3: If Frank Wrath had seemed, however briefly, like a nice guy, he probably wasn't going to stay that way, which shouldn't have been a surprise, really. But both Marmaduke and Eric had been lulled. Marmaduke paused, wondering momentarily whether Frank actually wanted him stripped. Then he slid off his T-shirt revealing the hairless, lynx-like torso that always made Eric a little bit mad with jealousy. This time he was to be jealous of Frank. Next came the shoes, kicked off petulantly. Then the jeans slid easily, with a *'wiff'* sound, from the narrow, lean body. "You can leave your jocks on." Well, that was something. Still, he felt funny standing in Frank's living-room in nothing but his small, white cotton briefs. They were a g-string, actually. "Get on the beach." Marmaduke realised what was going on. He was being taken for a test run. Oh well. He knew that this was never going to be a picnic. "When I tell you to get somewhere, you *run*, lad. Now, *run!* And wait for us on the beach." Marmaduke ran. Outside, a cold wind came off the sea. His nipples hardened and his bare skin came alive. Sand crunched underfoot, pleasantly massaging his soles. It was cold and he shivered, yet something glowed inside of him - something that had begun to burn hotly in his belly when Frank had grasped him, and steered him quite firmly. Frank had told him . . . *ordered* him . . . to strip. Like that time in the police-station - except this time there were no rules to protect him and there was no way of knowing how far it would all go. He looked down, checking himself out. His hand traced the delicately rippled cut between his pecs, and slid down across the six-pack of his sucked-in belly. The tight, little briefs held his cock to one side and he cradled his maleness - his cold-hardened balls and thick, coiled meat-snake - with his hand. The wind blew sand-grit against his skin and into his mouth. Frank and Eric followed, rubbing their hands together in the cold wind. "Up to that far point. Around the post on the end, and back," Frank yelled. "As quick as you can, lad. Show me how fast you are." Eric watched the near-naked boy take-off, sprinting like a gazelle to get warm. The two, neatly-muscled little buttocks tensing alternately with each running stride. The cotton g-string disappeared between them, as if *sucked*. Eric hoped Marmaduke could somehow stay warm. "He's a pretty one, Eric," said Frank. "I didn't think you cared," Eric laughed. "No, I don't. But is he going to be tough enough?" "I don't know, Frank. What are you going to do to him?" "Oh, nothing a real man shouldn't be able to handle. And that's what I'll be doing. Making a man of him. Undoubtedly, that'll be what he needs after a soft life with you." Eric chuckled and watched wistfully as Marmaduke receded swiftly up the beach. He hoped Frank wouldn't be *too* tough - and that neither Marmaduke nor himself had underestimated the fierceness of the boy's new trainer. Shortly, Marmaduke was back, having rounded the distant post as instructed. He was puffing as he jogged towards them, his eyes expectant - wondering what was next. "Now, swim," yelled Frank before Marmaduke had stopped. "Out around the buoy and back here. Move it!" Marmaduke sped down towards the surf, his feet leaving temporary, dry prints in the hard wet sand. He plunged in. Eric shivered. The boy freestyled easily through the surging foam, his bare backside appearing briefly just before he dipped under each wave. "Did he bring a bike with him?" Frank asked Eric. "Oh, yes." "It's at your house, is it?" "Yes." "What sort is it?" "Uh . . . I've no idea, Frank. You'll have to ask Marmaduke." At that moment, Marmaduke was emerging from the water. He flicked his head, spraying droplets from his hair and padded nimbly across the sand towards Eric and Frank, rather pleased with himself. His brown skin - covered in sparkling water-pearls - rippled, cold, alive, aglow. The small, cotton briefs had almost disappeared in a wet sheen of transparency, making his cock all too apparent as a thick, pink, folded sausage. "Do it again!" Frank bellowed, startling both Marmaduke and Eric. "Around the post. Back here. Around the buoy. Come on! Hurry up!" Eric and Marmaduke's eyes met momentarily. The boy's look was dark through his shaggy, wet fringe. Then he was off again, pelting up the beach to the post on the point. For Eric, it was time to go back to his own, rented house. "Don't wait for him," Frank said. "I'll send him home when I've finished with him." "Oh, by the way," Frank continued. "I'll give you a list of his dietary needs. He's got to eat properly so don't let him eat McDonalds or any other garbage. Also, don't drive him any where. Anywhere he needs to go, he can run to. I don't want to see him in town frigging around with other boys . . . or girls. He's got no time for that. "When I send him home to you, I expect he'll sleep. I'll make him tired enough so that you can screw him without waking him up. That'll be easier than listening to his pretty mouth yammering on." "Jesus, Frank!" Eric laughed nervously. "I was hoping to occupy his mouth in my own way." Eric drove back to his house. He snooped in Marmaduke's room and found a treasure-trove that sent him breathless. Brief briefs that were crusty and yellowed, and smelt of stale sweat and musk. Nylon Speedos, their soft, cool texture sending electric tingles into his skin. Short running-shorts which he'd seen Marmaduke in previously (and they were *short*). Also, those tight lycra shorts, which should be underwear but which Marmaduke wore in public (and which only someone with Marmaduke's backside, waist and thighs could get away with wearing). Eric masturbated into a pair of Marmaduke's Speedos and then popped them into the washing-machine. From the living room, the lovely view of the beach included a distant Marmaduke making his way, hurriedly, to the post on the rocky point for the third time. * * * Marmaduke, meanwhile, concentrated on regulating his breathing. It was impossible to pace himself when he had no idea how many times he'd be sent on this post/buoy circuit. He kept to the hard, wet sand, it was easier to run on. His legs pumped and he found stride, running fleetly. Luckily, the beach was all but deserted, as the tiny g-string was a slight embarrassment. There were a couple of people here and there, but they were a fair distance off. Anyway, this was supposed to be a notorious, gay haunt and pick-up area. No doubt there were a few drooling perverts in the scraggly bushes on the sand dunes. There was something else to all this; Marmaduke puffed the fresh, cold air, filling his chest, and relished . . . nay . . . almost *melted in exquisite relief* at the feeling of being subordinated, for once. He was free to do just as he was told. By Frank. He had in fact, he thought, fallen in love with Frank instantly - in a certain kind of way. Or maybe with the way Frank made him jump in surprise when he barked an order. Marmaduke was determined to be 'tough enough'. It was corny, but he felt completely ready to be subjected to Frank's training, and he was happy. "Your sugar-daddy's gone home, lad. It's just you and me now. So you can get over here and get ready to learn a few things," Frank said as the boy approached after his third, tiring circuit. "First: Stand there. Now get your feet apart. Wider. Wider, I said. Now stand up straight. Hands behind your head. *Behind* your head. Clasp your fingers. Get your chin up. Stand up *straight*. Elbows back. Back. Back. *Back*. Pull your belly in. Suck it in, lad. "Now, stay there. Don't move. *Get your fucking elbows back!* "Right. That is called *'Position'*. Remember how you are now, and when I say *'Position'*, that's how I want you. Understand?" "Yes, sir." "Right. That's the second thing. I'm *Sir*, and you will address me as such. Not all the time. You'll know when. When you're in *Position*, for example. "Third: When you're calling me *Sir*, when you're in *Position*, when you're under discipline; you will speak only when spoken to. Is that understood?" "Yes, Sir." "Listen up, lad, because I'm only saying these things once. You're under my discipline now. Do you know what that means?" ". . . Not really, Sir." "It means you'll do as you're told - exactly as you're told, instantly. This is a lot different to the life you're used to. And you'll learn quickly. Reciprocally, I'll train you - firmly and fairly - in discipline and obedience, as well as athletics. You will need them all to win triathlons. Is this sinking in?" "Yes, it is, Sir." "Don't say 'yes it is', or 'not really'. Say *'yes, Sir!'*" *"Yes, Sir!"* "Stand up *straight*, damn it!" Marmaduke flinched and his played body stiffened. He forced his elbows back and curled his toes into the sand. "Good. Now . . . it's not always 'Sir' and *Position*. We need to get along. We'll be friends. It's just that I must maintain control if you're to be trained properly. I know you'll make mistakes. You'll regret them and won't make them again. "There's more, but you'll learn everything in time. See that shed near the house?" "Yes, Sir." "Get in there and wait for me. In Position." Marmaduke dashed off. Up the steep, sand embankment, across a stretch of coarse grass and through the door of the musty, wooden shed. It was slightly gloomy, compared to the bright day outside. It smelt of hay, dust, . . . leather, and . . . a horse snuffled. It was a fine looking animal, not that Marmaduke knew anything about horses. "Meet *Kiara*," said Frank, entering the shed. "She's a fine horse etc. etc. etc. and you'll become somewhat acquainted with her during the equestrian aspects of your training." Marmaduke was slightly confused. He stood diligently in Position, his feet planted firmly and wide on the compacted, earthen floor, hands clasped behind his head, his elbows forced back. Frank gestured expansively at an array of saddles and other paraphernalia hanging over the high fences enclosing the horse's stall. "I'm afraid you'll be spending a lot of time caring for all this leather. The sea air does it no good at all." Frank gave a friendly smile. "Also, my lad, I hope you enjoy shovelling manure. There's plenty of work around here for a stout, younker like yourself! Marmaduke felt acutely a total contrast between the beach, the sand, the bright, barefoot athleticism of his triathlon training - and this dark world of oil-soaked leather and 'equestrian' mysteries. A light film of dust was beginning to coat his wet skin. "Have you ever used a surf-ski?" Frank asked. "No, Sir . . . I mean, yes, Sir . . . I used one once when I . . ." "All right, all right. You'll be using one here. It's good for the upper body. Go and get it out from under my house - this side of the carport." Marmaduke was out of the shed in the blinking of an eye. Minutes later he returned, awkwardly bearing the eight-foot, fibreglass ski. It wouldn't fit through the door easily, of course, but Frank was emerging from the dark anyway, mounted on Kiara. "Put it across your shoulders, longways," he yelled from the frisky horse. "Grab onto the straps in the footwells and the handles at the other end." Marmaduke stood with the heavy surf-ski across his back like a crucifix. He shifted it on his shoulders, getting the long, man-powered aquatic vehicle comfortable. "Run, boy!" barked Frank, gesturing like a victorious knight on his mount. Marmaduke ran - as best he could. He thudded onto the dry sand breathing hard, Kiara and Frank following. He could hear the hooves and the loud, sputtering horse breath. This was not really what Marmaduke had expected when he first undertook to be coached by Frank Wrath; to be driven like a cross between a racehorse and a pack-mule - with a *real*, full-sized horse bearing down behind him. They made their way along the beach in the opposite direction to the point, Kiara lolloping easily, Frank shouting encouragement to the loaded, running trainee. Marmaduke laboured steadily for purchase in the soft sand. His breath burnt in his chest and he was no longer concerned by the cold. Sweat stuck his splayed fringe to his eyes and trickled down his neck. The weight across his shoulders - the chunky surf-ski - quickly became a horrible load, bearing down, dragging him backwards. "Keep moving, boy. You'll be carrying that thing a few more miles before you're ready for a triathlon!" Marmaduke's tormentor yelled. Just maybe, Marmaduke was not really in *love* with this guy anymore. They continued. The ski had to be constantly balanced. Marmaduke's arms ached terribly. He consciously steadied his breathing and focused on the passing ripples of sand two metres in front. Veins stood out on his arms and legs and athletic body of the youth tautened all over with effort. "Keep it *moving*, boy! Keep up the pace or you'll get a boot in the backside! Don't let me tell you again!" Marmaduke had no breath spare for a reply. He screwed his face in pain and picked up the pace. Kiara's hooves thudded behind him and to his left. He could still hear the horse's breathing, forcing him on *faster, faster*. His outstretched arms felt like they would never let go of the thing on his back and be normal limbs again. He knew it was better to run on the hard, wet sand near the water's edge, but Frank had him running in the dry, soft stuff that made squeaking noises as his feet landed. Frank kept the pace inhumanely brisk. Head bent forward by the ski on his back, Marmaduke's view was limited so that he could only *hear* the crashing and hissing of the cool, wet sea. They left the beach and hit the dunes. The sand stuck to Marmaduke's sweat as he pounded upwards, stumbling, slipping, and rolling/falling down one side, and then up the other side of the next dune. He became covered in white, sweat-stuck sand - arms unable to stop falls, occupied as they were holding the wretchedly heavy and awkward ski. He fell and copped a mouthful of sand but was not allowed to stop. They were on the hilltop flat of the peninsula at the other end of the beach, the long grass brushing the sand from Marmaduke's legs. There was a little wind up here on the exposed end of the point. The sweat dried. A free hand would have snatched at the g-string in his rear crack, but he had no such free hand and the sandy, gritty, elasticised cord continued to chafe and irritate his anus. The area was isolated bushland. The horse, rider, and running, laden boy made their way painfully across a scraggly-grassed wasteland towards a densely foliated swamp. Marmaduke felt trees brushing at his surf-ski and wet mud between his toes. The air was suddenly cooler and Frank called him to a stop in a shaded area near the edge of the bayou. Marmaduke panted heavily and Kiara sniffled and snorted, moving around. "Hang onto that ski, lad. We're not finished yet. I just need to mention a few things," said Frank, dismounting. Marmaduke tried to stand still but his bare feet slipped unsteadily in a patch of mud. The ski on his back waved from side to side and he placed the point on the ground to steady himself. His puffing was subsiding. "Stand up, boy!" Marmaduke groaned inwardly, unwilling to vocalise objections. "This swamp, Marmaduke. . ." "Yes, Sir." "Don't fucking 'Yes, Sir,' me in the middle of a sentence, boy!" Marmaduke gulped. ". . . Sorry, Sir." "This swampland is where you'll be training when I decide you need some attitudinal adjustment or extra anaerobic tempo. It's an unpleasant place to train, that's partly the reason I use it sometimes. An important part of your curriculum here will be development of your internal fortitude, endurance, and discipline. "I'm not talking about punishment. There *will* be punishment - I make no bones about that - but this swamp and this surf-ski on your back is for you to imbibe the correct perspective. It's only natural that you have to be hardened - mentally and physically - and regularly." A monstrous blowfly buzzed around Marmaduke's face. He wriggled his nose at it like a rabbit. "PAY ATTENTION, BOY!" Frank's voice rattled through the trees. Marmaduke jumped. "Get your feet apart! Hold that thing straight! I'm talking to you, for fuck's sake!" There was a pause. Marmaduke desperately wanted to shed the thing on his back and would do anything that might make Frank show some mercy. "Now, there's something else . . ." said Frank, moving towards Kiara. He withdrew from a saddlebag, a Lite-Carbon buggy-whip. Marmaduke froze. Something heavy and hot, and . . . delicious . . . dropped from the pit of his belly almost into his balls. He sucked in through his nose. The whip was black, and long. Balanced in Frank's hand, swishing gracefully, it was obviously lightweight. The handle was stiff and machine-wrapped with special tacky tanned black leather. It tapered and curved, then coiled, into a long, thin cracker-end of soft, plaited hide. Frank had bought it by mail-order as a bit of a departure from the traditional hand-made crop, although he had plenty of those. Marmaduke, on the other hand, didn't know one type of whip from another. What he *did* know was that the sight of this one made his throat close up. "Once again, this is not for punishment, Marmaduke. It's just to give you a little tickle when you need hurrying-up. That's all. It doesn't hurt - just reminds. It's nice and thin and has the reach, so I can flick your behind from horseback." Frank looped it in his hand and lightly brushed a few drops of sweat from the boy's fluttering tummy with the coiled arch of it. Marmaduke felt how soft and fine the leather was. "You may as well get a taste of it right now, as a matter of fact. We're going for a swamp-run so you can find out what my coaching will be like - to see if you're man enough for it!" Frank remounted. "MOVE IT, BOY!" The thin whip whizzed in the air and caught Marmaduke squarely, and expertly, across both cheeks of his bare rump. It stung like hell. "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOW!!!" Marmaduke wailed in full, dumb surprise. "STOP YOUR SQUEALING, LAD! HARDEN UP! AND *MOVE*!!!" Marmaduke skittered on the slippery mud and crashed headlong in the direction Frank had indicated. The muddy water enveloped him coolly as he forced his way through it. His rear-end was hot, - not hurting anymore - the warmness spreading to his body and limbs.

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Date: Sat, 9 Sep 2000 09:53:29 +0100 (BST) From: Thoby Johnson Subject: "Sweat! (5)" SWEAT! (5) This contains the usual: gay pornography, disciplinarian fetish, and suitably idiotic situations - so if, by chance, you *shouldn't* be reading this, or *don't want* to be reading it, then please *don't* read it. Simple! Thanks so much to those who emailed me after episode 3 and episode 4. I really like getting comments. My address is thobyj@yahoo.co.uk. The story so far is that Marmaduke is a right sexy little so-and-so and is subsequently being subjected to some harsh athletic training and discipline from Frank Wrath - Etonesque triathlon coach. And all for our lecherous benefit too. Also, something about a guy called Eric who's older than Marmaduke and has a thing for Marmaduke's Speedos. Or something. Oh, dear. Anyway, we find Marmaduke where we left him last time. . . . . .feet splashing in the shallow, flea-infested bog. The surf-ski he was carrying across his back weighed him down into the mud. It was knee-deep, then waist-deep, and then suddenly chest-deep, and he wallowed in the brown murk. The soft mud rose again underfoot and he ran on. On horseback, clear of the spraying, dirty water, Frank wielded the Lite-Carbon buggy-whip. It whistled - and with remarkable accuracy, scored a second, thin, red stripe across Marmaduke's little rump. *"KER-RACK!!!"*, it went. *"OWW!!! SHIIT!!!"*, Marmaduke went. "Shut the fuck up! You whiny-arse cry-baby!" went Frank. Marmaduke increased his pace. The burden across his shoulders unbalanced him and caught awkwardly on tree branches and vines. Something underwater snagged on his jocks and ripped them off. "Let's go, faggot! Show uncle Frank what you're made of!" yelled the mounted coach cheerfully. For a third time, the stinging whip whistled and neatly popped the backside of the youth with a loud *crack!* Marmaduke wanted to curse, but could only grunt with effort as he fell into another submerged hole. Eventually, they began skirting the whole swamp. In the shallows, Marmaduke could run properly without needing to half swim, his dangling cock slapping against his thighs - and Frank could direct a well-aimed swish at the naked lad's tail-end. The lithe, muck-slick youth slip-slopped along resolutely, disturbing frogs and attracting mosquitoes. They made grinding, unpleasant progress. If only *this part* of his training ordeal could be gotten through, Marmaduke thought, the rest wouldn't be so bad. *Couldn't* be so bad. He pushed on, his arms aching with strain and his legs humming with effort. His breathed wheezed. A slight stumble a momentary slowing of pace and . . . . . . *swish*. . .*KER-RACKK!!!* . . . the smack of man-made whipcord on bare, wet skin. He didn't hear what Frank yelled. His own twisted mouth bitterly grunted a curse and his bottom lip quivered in pain and outrage. The disgusting morass underfoot gave way to grass, then to sand. They were heading back, the tortuous run due for completion. With Frank's house in sight, Marmaduke put on a spurt of speed and outdistanced Kiara's thudding hooves. Every muscle screamed for relief. He mounted the grassy embankment and plonked the surf-ski onto Frank's lawn. As Frank and Kiara arrived, he was leaning on his knees trying to get breath back into his lungs. "Not bad, lad. You might just have the right kind of stamina. Not a bad effort at all," said Frank kindly as he dismounted. Marmaduke looked pleased. "And get rid of that," Frank continued, nodding in passing at a half-turgid erection on the boy. "If you've got that kind of energy left in you, it means we're not training you hard enough!" Marmaduke's thick, fleshy appendage twitched horizontally - half-heartedly seeking attention, then quickly drooped, embarrassed. Marmaduke was shown a short piece of hose protruding from the exterior laundry wall. He showered under it, hurriedly but blissfully, rejoicing in the cool, splattering wetness. Then he was allowed to retrieve his jeans and t-shirt from where they had been dumped on Frank's living-room floor. Still wet, but dressed at least, Marmaduke found that he had more to learn. He cleaned the dirt and mud from Kiara's saddle and tack, and applied a coat of pH conditioner and fat. It rubbed in smooth and greasy, making the leather supple and shiny. Only when Frank was satisfied that the entire leather riding kit was cleansed of the damaging water, was Marmaduke allowed to go home for the rest of the day. He hotfooted it back to Eric's, tired limbs feeling hollow. He was also horny. Back at the house, he peeled off his t- shirt and Eric saw how quiveringly agitated he was. "How was it, Pumkin'? You look fit enough to bounce off the walls!" "Yeah. OK." Marmaduke's breath was shallow and hot. His chest heaved excitedly. Eric's hand went there, to find the boy's skin warm and only very slightly moist. He pinched one of the delicate nipples - it was as hard as bubble-gum. The hand traced down lightly to the darling melon of the narrow tummy, and four fingers slipped easily into the waist of the wet jeans. Eric pulled the boy to him, and Marmaduke complied, supple and ready. The head of the lascivious lad bent-backwards exposing an expanse of throat where Eric placed his face and breathed in the beautiful, milky aroma of fresh, young skin and flesh. The hand at Marmaduke's jeans fumbled - a little desperate now - with the metallic buttons. "Jesus, Kiddo! You're trembling. What did Frank do to you?!" "He whipped me." "Ha! You wish! You little brat!" "No. He really did. . . Fuck! Get my jeans off! I'm gonna come!!" An over-excited young cock jumped forth from the its denim opening. The cut, purple end of it dribbled clear fluid and Eric could see the big, blue vein down its side, pulsing. Now, the whole organ was starting to jerk. "Relax! Relax! Don't come, Pumkin'!" entreated Eric, a little worried. Marmaduke moaned; "Ohhhhh Nooo! Ohhhh Shiiit!" "Don't grab it! Just relax! Relax and push. As if you're doing a piss!" Poor Marmaduke bit his lip and shut his sweet eyes. The spasms subsided. He had not come. "It worked!" he gasped. A sticky glob of clear juice squeezed out from the eye of his engorged penis and bungee-jumped slowly to the carpet on the end of a long strand. Eric gently held the boy's head and sucked on his supple, rubbery, lower lip. He let go. "Alright. Now get your pants off, Sexy," Eric said, softly ". . . Holy shit!" "What?" "He *did* give you a whipping!" "I told you he did! But did you believe me? Nooooooo!" sang Marmaduke precociously. "Oh, shutup! Brat!" Marmaduke's bare rump was cross-hatched with a number of skillfully placed, thin lines of a rather attractive, rose coloured hue. Eric's hand reached out, fascinated, - but didn't touch. "You can feel it if you want. It doesn't hurt," said Marmaduke nonchalantly. Eric cocked an eyebrow and placed his palm, ever-so-lightly on the twin, rounded, red-lined buttocks. Together, they were no wider than the span of his hand - and were as hard as marble. There were little dimples in the skin just above each smooth orb. "That bastard!" said Eric, amazed but not angry. "My word! Are you sure it doesn't hurt?" "It doesn't hurt, Eric. It's all part of the training. Don't worry about it! Now come and play with my dick!" Eric knelt down on the carpet before the boy's outstanding prong - and came close to it. It was shiny and glazed with pre-semenal fluid. He touched it. It was slippery and fat, and throbbed visibly. He placed a hand on each of the boy's bony hips and began to gently lick. His tongue darted in and out, tasting and tantalizing. He licked the underside of the upstanding shaft, tasting sweet sweat, musk, and oily effusion. Marmaduke groaned. His dick twitched and throbbed, smacking quietly and wetly into his belly. Eric took the head into his mouth and nibbled gently at the edges of the glans. His tongue probed and twiddled, burrowing into the v-shaped recess where the underside of the head joined the skin of the shank. Marmaduke groaned again. Eric let the blood-stiffened meat pop out of his mouth. He put his cheek - then his lips - against the tidy and hairless skin of the thigh, where he fancied the muscles twanged like guitar strings. His fingers tickled the back of the boy's knees, then slid upwards, dancing lightly across the hard, little muscles at the back of the thighs, until his hands cupped the buttocks in a firm, fleshy grip. Eric stood up and brushed away Marmaduke's hand, stopping the boy from stroking himself. "Don't touch it. It'll be better if you hold off." Marmaduke seemed less sure. Almost sobbing, he moaned, ever so softly; "I'm gonna come I'm gonna come I'm gonna come I'm gonna come. . ." his soft lips pouting in sexual distress. "Think about racing cars." "Oh, fuck. . ." Marmaduke whimpered pathetically. Tiny beads of sweat prickled Marmaduke's bare skin. It seemed that his insistently throbbing penis could erupt at any moment. It strained and arched, begging for attention, refusing to be ignored. "Come into the kitchen," said Eric, dragging the naked and highly aroused stripling by the wrist. "Why?" "I'm going to rub some moisturizer into your backside. Those welts look rather disfiguring." "Fucking hell! Don't worry about it!" In the kitchen, Eric had produced a huge plastic bottle (which had been conveniently at hand) of a UV factor +15 skin-care product, popular in sunny climes. He waved it happily at Marmaduke, as if to say; "look what I've got for you!" "Eric, why are you messing around with that large bottle of globby, creamy, cool, lubricating stuff which would make me oily and greasy if applied liberally, when I'm standing here on this easily-cleaned linoleum kitchen floor, hot and naked, and desperately in need of servicing?" Marmaduke asked in a single, uncharacteristically complex sentence. "Why don't you just place it precariously on the edge of the table here. . .?" Marmaduke snatched at the bottle, grabbed it, and momentarily struggled with Eric. The lid inexplicably flew off and of course, the UV factor +15 moisturizer went everywhere. It slopped down onto Marmaduke's head, shoulders, and chest, and spattered over everything else. "*Now* look what you've done!" "*I* didn't do it! Give it here!" Eric grappled with the lubricious teenager and attempted to tickle him - but Marmaduke, nude and covered in great gobs of the runny fluid from the bottle was as slippery as a greased swine. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! - WHOOOOOPS!!!" Marmaduke squealed like a girl. They both skidded over onto the floor, Eric on top. Their lips continued the struggle, desperately. Marmaduke tasted of the bottle's contents; tea-tree oil - calendula - chamomile - hypericum - rose oil. Shit! It was an expensive product they'd just sprayed everywhere! Eric's hands slid over the writhing boy's slick flanks and around his torso. He sneaked an oily finger into Marmaduke's anal passage. Marmaduke flinched, shuddered, and moaned; "Oh shit I'm gonna explode I'm gonna explode!" Eric grabbed his supple little waist and flipped him over easily. The boy complied, awkward limbs all clumsy angles. Now, Marmaduke positioned himself on his elbows with his bottom in the air. His knees slipped on the greasy floor as Eric grabbed his hips and hoisted them further upwards. Eric unzipped and breathlessly unholstered his primed cock. Marmaduke's pink hole puckered in waiting. He leant over the boy and gently nudged the hard, rounded end against the tight, little quoit, testing the resistance. Then he penetrated, smoothly and adroitly. Marmaduke opened and accepted and they both moaned in unison and flattened to the floor, Eric breathing into the kid's ear while he bored from above - slow and controlled. Eric held him, deeply shafting in and out. In the quiet of the kitchen, their hard breathing and the soft, wet *smack, smack* of their well-lubed fucking could be heard. Marmaduke skidded on the floor a few times but braced himself, moving in rhythm. Presently, Eric came and withdrew his prong. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" he moaned in post-coital relief. Marmaduke flipped over, his glabrous, shiny young body taut and ready to go. He arched his back off the floor as Eric reached for the purple erection straining against the excited youngster's belly. The oily hand stroked gently, bringing him off. When Marmaduke came, it was with a long, long spurt of white, boy-juice, shooting horizontally over his shoulder. It was prolonged and audible - like a healthy, white piss. Marmaduke grunted and unloaded in hot, streaming jets, one after the other. Uncontrolled, muscular spasms jerked his body. His jism mixed with the creamy stuff already all over the place and he sank back, exhausted, onto the wet floor. "You can have the first shower, you little grub," Eric said affectionately to the expended, still groaning boy stretched out on the filthy linoleum. Dripping gunk, Marmaduke made his way to the bathroom, steamed himself clean under the nozzle and put on a decent set of clothes. The pair of them cleaned the kitchen and spent the afternoon in the warm sun - Eric reading Plutarch's 'Lives' and Marmaduke complaining that he didn't have his computer with him. "Frank said you wouldn't have time for any of that stuff," Eric said, referring to Marmaduke's repeatedly voiced preference to be playing 'Gran Turismo'. Eric scratched the boy's bumpy back and admired his twisting, droopy shoulders. "Don't whine like a brat, please, Marmaduke. Maybe I'll buy you a new computer. If Frank lets you have one." "Hmmmmmmmm," said Marmaduke, remembering that Frank wanted him ready for training quite early the next morning, but that will wait 'till next episode.

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Date: Wed, 19 Jul 2000 09:08:34 +0100 (BST) From: "[iso-8859-1] Thoby Johnson" Subject: "Sweat! (2)" (M/t) "Sweat! (2)" contains male-to-male sex and is pornographic in nature. It is unsuitable and probably illegal for minors to read it. Copyright remains with the author. You may freely transmit and distribute this story UNALTERED. Author's note: The story contains sex between a 17 year-old and another man. The first episode, "Sweat! (1)", was posted to alt.sex.stories.gay.moderated and the Nifty archive in July 2000 under "beginnings". Again, I would love to receive feedback and comments. I intend subsequent episodes to explore many different types of situations, both light-hearted and grim, with the 17 year-old hero. Please let me know what you think. Thoby Johnson. thobyj@yahoo.co.uk "SWEAT! (2) : In which Marmaduke gets to wear his construction boots." The story so far: During Marmaduke's encounter with the older Eric, of whom there shall be more, we discovered that our hero looks mighty fine in bike-shorts, and mighty fine *not* in bike- shorts. Now, Marmaduke is on the prowl for something closer to his own age. Read on! Marmaduke was confident in the inner-city scene. Perhaps a little *too* confident. Yes. *Definately* a little too confident, as the ending of this shameful episode shall prove (wait for "Sweat! (3). He had no trouble at all obtaining access to any gay nightclub. No trouble at all, even if he was wearing track-suit pants with the wrong number of stripes and a bomber jacket. The doormen of these establishments took one look at his wide, expectant eyes and innocent, slack mouth - and waved him in. Luckily, they didn't ask his age either. Often, they didn't even bother to look at his face, being occupied, as they were, viewing his approaching, slender figure. Then they turned to watch him as he passed through the door - the narrow little buttocks rubbing together under tight fabric, as he disappeared up (or down) the stairs. Attesting to Marmaduke's confidence in this noisy, inner-city nightclub scene of predominately queer orientation, was his habit of wearing his construction boots, out on his Friday night fun. The same, paint-splattered boots with steel caps that he wore during the day on the construction site. This, despite the despotic and arbitrary dress-codes applied along the district's main street. It was probably that which Marmaduke *didn't* wear that greased his entry to these ridiculous places. Sometimes he wore jeans - the pockets were handy - but often he wore something a little less practical. Although, minuscule, tight, lycra shorts were *perfectly* practical for a night of sweaty gyration, both on and off the dance floor. How minuscule could they get? Marmaduke *had* found out, but only with the aid of a pair of scissors, and in the privacy of his tiny flatlette (the experiment, in pursuance of a possible 'jungle-boy' look, was a failure). On the particular evening we will be examining, Marmaduke had chosen a comfy pair of black and white striped duds. Real short and cute. There was a matching top with high-cut sleeves, and small enough to just expose his navel. Thick socks and his work boots completed the ensemble. "The white stripes will show up nicely under the ultra-violet light," he thought cleverly to himself. Then he decided that a fully-charged boner in the tight shorts could be embarrassing, so he put on underneath, a little G-string. It would go some way toward keeping his unruly dick in check, and not show up as a pant-line at his rear. Attired splendidly thus, Marmaduke shoved his wallet into one of his socks, checked quickly for zits, and stepped out. In the lift of his apartment block, he shoved his hand down the back of his shorts to check his anus was properly clean. Skid marks simply wouldn't do! And another boy would be putting his dick in there tonight, no doubt. "Cleanliness is always an asset," he thought to himself, smelling his finger and simultaneously noticing the lift security camera. The sweaty dance floor at 'Spike' was its usual, writhing cauldron of massed bodies, hoofing it to the latest Euro-noise. Sometimes the DJs would slip in a set of uplifting, singy 'dance-classics' from a couple of years ago. It was all the kind of thing that these gay crowds loved. Marmaduke paid eight dollars for a trendy energy drink mixed with vodka and surveyed the scene. The racket was a 160bpm thump that could be heard downstairs on the street. It actually rattled windows of nearby shops. Inside, green laser-beams sizzled in the fake smoke and the air dripped with the fumes of amyl-nitrate. Stupid boys danced wildly on podiums, waving their arms around. Marmaduke leant on a brass rail in the smoky dark and felt a hand slide onto his hip. He looked. "Ta-ta Pops. Try for one of the rent-boys on Victoria Street," said Marmaduke to the queer who had made the hopeful pass. The hand slapped his lycra hip bitchily and flounced away. Marmaduke was after a good-looking boy and not in the mood to fight off the familiar queue of 'try-their-luck' types (readers: see "Sweat! (1)" for the account of a nice man who *did* get lucky with Marmaduke). In the next five minutes, more hands brushed against his bum, someone standing on the other side of the rail managed to bump his cock with the back of their hand while engaged in a conversation, and a handsome, dark-haired boy clutching a Midori and lemonade walked up to him and said; "You look so ----- standing there!" and then walked away (Marmaduke missed the full sentence in the noise). A big hand grabbed his elbow and forcible, but gently, turned him around. He came face to face, or rather, face to chest, with a towering, white-faced drag-queen, with beautiful blue plumage shooting up from the top of her head. Marmaduke stared, gog-eyed, as the big transsexual pursed her brightly rouged lips, appraising him up and down. Her eyes lingered on Marmaduke's hefty front-packet. Then she moved on. One of her following entourage licked a finger and wiped it horizontally across the bare gap of skin on Marmaduke's tummy as they passed. He'd had enough of being available. He went for the young man who had spoken to him. The one drinking Midori and lemonade. Marmaduke slid next to him at the bar. "Are you my fuck, tonight?" asked Marmaduke, leaning backwards on the bar like Humphrey Bogart, head to one side. "Maybe, darling," the husky-voiced guy said, sipping his drink. "You know you'd pick-up just as easily if you were wearing some pants." Marmaduke looked down at his ridiculously small shorts. The outlined, folded snake of malehood was clearly visible and hardly decent. Then he looked up at the guy. "How about I get into *your* pants?" Marmaduke said wittily, smiling, and drawing closer, trying to get his crotch to touch the guy's jeans. "You're on heat, sweetheart. I should pour a drink on you," the guy said, smirking. Marmaduke knew now that they'd have sex. The only matter remaining to determine was how *quickly* they'd have sex. This guy looked about twenty-five, and was wearing an expensive jacket - he was noticeably effeminate and sophisticated. "Do I need to know your name?" said Marmaduke. "It's Rodney. You?" "I'm Marmaduke." "No, you're not." "Yes I am! I can prove it!" "Listen, honey; if your name's really Marmaduke, that's simply divine. Why don't we get on the dance-floor and wiggle about a bit. I'm tired of bar-talk." And so they did. It will suffice to recount that suitable gyrations were performed over a period of time, and athletically amorous gestures exchanged between the two. As they approached the bar again, Rodney shuffled up close beside the now sweaty, glaze-limbed boy and firmly gripped one buttock. It was shockingly firm. Hard little muscles undulated under his grasp as Marmaduke walked. They faced each other at the bar. Close. The music was loud and the air was dirty with smoke. Hot breath was exchanged briefly, then their mouths forcibly met. They pressed into each other, Rodney groping at Marmaduke's hot, sticky skin - Marmaduke reaching under Rodney's jacket and embracing. "How come Rodney's wearing a jacket and jeans, and yet *I'm* the one who's hot and sweaty?" wondered Marmaduke, the spoilsport. Who cares? Let us consider, instead, Rodney's wandering forefinger which had probed down into the back of Marmaduke's shorts, into his warm, rearward cleavage, where the two rounded buttocks of the boy pressed together. The finger found the lucky bit of elastic cotton which formed the vertically stretched *string* of Marmaduke's G-string. One quick loop around the finger - and that taut piece of cloth was jerked upwards, *sharply*, out of its warm and moist, dark, narrow abyss. The stretchy little thong of cheap cotton zipped across the surprised sphincter. Marmaduke broke off the kiss with a jump, his eyes wide with boyish startlement. Then he lunged back, forcing his tongue into Rodney's mouth. Rodney had him by the hair, his other arm slid up Marmaduke's wet back, under his lycra top, kneading the ridged spine and cat-like shoulder-blades. "Hang on, Marmy-duke," said Rodney turning his head to one side to light a cigarette. "I need one of these." He turned back to the figure of top-choice boyhood, holding his cigarette aloft, blowing smoke to the side. "Congratulations on those thighs, Marmaduke darling. Where did you get them?" "Let's go somewhere," said Marmaduke, breathless with desire. Rodney dropped his cig' and stubbed it with his foot. "I know a place. Turn around and march, soldier." He gave Marmaduke a playful smack on the bum as they set off towards the door. Out in the street there were plenty of people. Leathermen, arm in arm, strutted past. Drag queens with luridly coloured feather boas wafted along, and drunken, teetering girls in stupid shoes stumbled by, their straight boyfriends in tow. Marmaduke and Rodney headed purposefully up Oxford Street, then turned right, then left into a little lane. Marmaduke knew where they were going - the 'Mineshaft'; a sex-on-premises venue. They went through a door, paid at little window-booth, were each issued a white towel from a pile and a locker key, and were allowed entrance to a multi-layered facility crowded at each turn with prowling men. Marmaduke followed Rodney. He hadn't been to these kind of places too often. They were in a tiled change room full of aluminium lockers and furtive, sideways glances. With a couple of flicks, Marmaduke had quickly and lithely stripped and chucked his boots and lycra things into the locker with a 'clunk'. In here it was warm and the air was moist, in contrast to the chill of the street outside. "Let's find the spa," said Rodney, and they wound their way down a wooden staircase, towels around their tragically slim waists, past a constant line of men of all ages and shapes moving up, in the opposite direction. They went hand in hand, to avoid some of the wantonly obscene approaches that were coming their way. The spa room was slippery and steamy. They shed their towels and sunk slowly into the wonderfully warm, bubbly water. "Aaaaaaahh!" said Marmaduke, purring softly with pleasure. The other occupants seated around the circumference of the spa had all looked blatantly at the two boys' half-turgid dicks, just before they slipped into the bubbling soup. Marmaduke now manoeuvred himself on the submerged bench, finding a jet of bubbles to aim at his cock. He stiffened underwater immediately. Leaning over, he embraced Rodney and they wetly kissed, Rodney chewing and sucking on Marmaduke's lower lip. Together they wiggled happily, sliding their hands quickly over each other. Rodney's hand went under Marmaduke and poked a well-aimed finger upwards into the tight boyhole there. Marmaduke shuddered in his hands. The finger pushed in further. Rodney licked and sucked the pouting mouth of the softly moaning Marmaduke. He nibbled his earlobes and whispered; "Don't come in the spa, Marmy-duke, for God's sake!" It was no good. Rodney felt Marmaduke's sphincter contracting repeatedly and fast, with knuckle-bruising strength. The boy came. White strings of semen presumably reacted with the heavily chlorinated water (heavily chlorinated for good reason, it is plain to see) and were sucked immediately away by a hugely efficient filtration system, hopefully. "You're a silly sausage, Marmy-duke!" berated Rodney, his hand resting on the grimacing boy's wet shoulder. "I was going to suck all of that up myself! Why did you have to come so quickly?!" "I couldn't help it!" Marmaduke looked crestfallen. Then he contritely slipped underwater totally. Rodney felt an extremely adept, enveloping mouth engulf his erect cock. He gasped. Ecstasy came in seconds. Marmaduke was a *very skilful* sucker! Rodney gripped the edge of the spa. "Gaaaahhhg!" The noise strained from deep within him somewhere, his mouth open wide. Some of the others were hopping out of the spa-bath in disgust. Others stayed. Marmaduke surfaced like a whale, gasping. "No!" said Rodney, and forced Marmaduke back down, pressing his head under the surface and onto his demanding meat-prong. Marmaduke struggled , his mouth full. Then he stopped struggling and began working his mouth breathlessly, fast, feeding desperately on the engorged cock. Rodney came and let him up. He surfaced for the second time, gasping and retching. The struggle had caused plenty of splashing and the two boys lay back on the edge of the spa, gasping for breath, the waves they had created lapping at their chests. Rodney reached over and grabbed Marmaduke's wet, tousled hair. "C'mon spunk. Let's go upstairs." They left the spa. Naked and dripping, and hand in hand, they made their way back up the spiralling, wooden staircase. Marmaduke shivered but the warm air soon dried his skin, leaving a pleasant prickling over his body - residue from the chemical mixture in the spa. Up and up they went. Rodney had been here before but for Marmaduke, every level unveiled a new, erotic scene. There were pool tables and TV rooms, and rows of cubicles which enclosed all manner of debauched goings-on. Marmaduke wanted to see - but Rodney tugged him onwards by the hand. There was, amazingly, an actual coal mine with realistic rocks and shirtless, dirty he-men in miner's hats, who shone their flashlights on the two naked boys as they passed. There was a kind of bondage room, with a hefty set of middle-English stocks. "Look at *that*!" cried Marmaduke in astonishment, his eyes wide and bright. "Can you put me in the stocks?!" he pleaded. "Come *on*!" said Rodney impatiently, dragging Marmaduke by the arm. "Oh, pleeeeeeeeease?!" Marmaduke wailed, insufferably, like a child. His cock had jerked to life again. Rodney hauled him onwards to the next upward-winding staircase. Finally they arrived at a sort of 'cowboy' room which featured, most notably, a mechanically bucking pickup-truck loaded with loose bales of hay and bare-chested, Stetson-hatted boys, whooping wildly. It was a remarkable sight. One young cowboy jumped to the floor. "Lookee here!" he yelled joyously at the two naked young stallions. Marmaduke was given a loud *smack* on the behind. Rodney pulled and pushed his speechless, erect-membered companion to a large pile of hay. They buried themselves, rolling together in each other's arms in the dark, feeling the prickly hay on their bare skin. Marmaduke took over. He rolled Rodney over underneath him and stabbed with his stiff prick. It went home into Rodney's rear passage, then Marmaduke commenced humping, gripping Rodney's shoulders and driving wildly with his narrow hips. *'Slap! Slap! Slap!'* went the violent, skin-on-skin thrusting of desperate boyfuck. Hay flew. The two lithe bodies, now sweating again, writhed - and gleamed - in their rapidly dispersing nest of hay. Limbs shone slipperily under the subdued light. Finally, Marmaduke came, not as effortlessly as the first time, but with rending, grinding intensity. He groaned loudly and held Rodney still until his testicles had emptied. Both were exhausted. They crawled under the hay and, like innocent cherubs, slept. It was some time later that the two emerged onto the street, showered and dressed. In fact, it was daylight. "What now, Marmaduke, dear?" said Rodney. "What adventures are we going to get up to today, with our dicks?" Marmaduke yawned. He indicated that he needed his beauty sleep. His clothes were sticky from the previous nights cavortings, and looked pretty stupid in the light of day. Rodney agreed. He wrote his phone number in greasy eyeliner on the waistband of Marmaduke's sexy little shorts and they parted, each walking their separate ways in the pleasantly warm morning sun. Nightclubs still thumped as Marmaduke strolled down Oxford Street, gradually emptying of their unwashed, human contents, so he didn't feel entirely out of place. As he moseyed along thoughtfully, his lovely, bicycle-tuned thighs springing into their lean, boyish definition of musculature at every step, something across the street caught his eye. It was an old, old public amenity. Years before Marmaduke had been born, men and women in the city had been able to attend to their personal 'toilet' at one of a number of public lavatories. These facilities, however, had become the type of places with which many are now familiar for the less savoury type of activity within. In years gone by, gay men had found them to be acceptable venues, before enlightened times saw cruising become a more open (and lawful) pastime. But for some, the fascination still held. Marmaduke knew this. The particular public toilet he had spotted was long closed by the council as a health risk. Its above-ground opening stood as a relic of a time when folk had no fear of using it for its intended purpose. "Men," said the broken old glass sign above the stone monument. A rusty gate closed-off the steps leading down . . . into darkness. Marmaduke crossed the road at a trot, thighs flashing, heart beating. He took one look at the (uncannily) easily-vaulted gate, the dark orifice inviting him underground, the off-white tiles on the structure's exterior - like the tiles in an old pub - and the dead leaves lying on the steps of the condemned shit-hole. He hesitated once, and then was over the gate, clonking downstairs in his workboots, feeling a warm updraft on his bare arms and legs. To be continued in "Sweat! (3)".

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Date: Sat, 29 Jul 2000 04:15:35 +0100 (BST) From: "[iso-8859-1] Thoby Johnson" Subject: "Sweat! (3)" (M/t)(oral)(humil) "Sweat! (3)" contains male-to-male sex and is pornographic in nature. It is unsuitable and probably illegal for minors to read it. Copyright remains with the author. You may freely transmit and distribute this story UNALTERED. Author's note: This is the continuing story of a 17 year-old having sex with other men. "Sweat! (1)" and "Sweat! (2) were both posted to alt.sex.stories.gay. moderated and are at the Nifty archive under "beginnings". Some feedback I have received suggest that the 17 year-old hero should explore some seedier, and rather less lighthearted situations - and some want him to resume training for his sporting endeavours. I will try to fit both scenarios in. I am always grateful for feedback and comments! Please let me know what you want. Also: The location of the story is, loosely, a real city. However, it is extremely doubtful whether the following could actually take place and whether the police of that city would behave in the described manner. Thoby Johnson. thobyj@yahoo.co.uk "SWEAT! (3) : In which Marmaduke comes head-to-head with a big sergeant!" The story so far: Marmaduke has just had a big night out with his new friend, Rodney. Now, on his way home the next morning, he is diverted by the possibility of an adventure in a filthy, condemned public toilet. Now read on! * * * Marmaduke moved forward slowly in the pitch-black of the decrepit, underground toilets. There was a warm, earthy smell. Any lingering manifestations of sewerage had long since departed. He shuffled, waiting for his eyes to adjust. Something moved. Yes! It was an active pick-up spot. How many were in here? In this close, musty atmosphere? How many would Marmaduke have sex with? He decided to simply resign himself to the dark, to be led to whatever encounter crossed his path. A shape emerged dimly. A large, man's hand took hold of his neck. Marmaduke felt the rough, callused fingers feeling his skin. The hand moved down, fingering his T-shirt and squeezing his chest, pinching his nipples. And down. Now there were two hands. Prodding him in his bare belly, lifting the T-shirt, jerking it around. Marmaduke lurched and managed to keep his balance as he was yanked forward. The hands went down. His genitals were lifted impolitely - and squeezed. His backside was fingered. By the waistband of his stretchy, lycra shorts, Marmaduke was drawn, firmly, into a toilet cubicle. He bumped into the wall once and then felt the closeness of another body. A fairly big body. He felt the breath on his face. When he reached for the unseen body in the dark, two big hands grabbed his wrists and gathered them together in a single, iron grip. He was pushed down to his knees. The old, tiled floor was cold. His wrists were held above his head. He shifted, getting comfortable, and heard the slow, rasping *"zip"* from four inches in front of his face. The musk stench hit him first - then the heavy piece of smelling flesh slapped him in the face. Foul meat pushed at his lips. It was too big!. He was shaken roughly by his arms. The thing forced its way into his mouth and he tried to take it. Diligently, Marmaduke opened wide, and received this big guy's cock. It stuffed him to the tonsils and tasted putrid. The man in the dark had to hold him still, by his arms with one hand and by his hair with the other. "Mghhh! Mghhh!" said Marmaduke, trying to breath, his cheeks bulging with cock. He fought off the gag reflex, forced calm, and concentrated on bringing this guy off. His tongue was flattened to the floor of his mouth and couldn't swirl around - which would have helped. The rancid meat was too wide to allow his mouth to do any work. He felt as if his jaw was about to dislocate. He gagged again, and jerked. The guy yanked on his hair, holding his impaled face close to the coarse, pubic bush. "Luckily, I have a big mouth," Marmaduke thought to himself. Then the guy started pulling out and pushing back in again. Marmaduke used the opportunity of a partially empty mouth to develop some spit - to try to lubricate. The dick was sliding in and out, nice and slow at first, but then in a savage, lunging action. Marmaduke's head had to be held tightly by the hair to hold him still. He felt his knees skinning on the floor. "Mghhhhhh! Mghhhhhh!" he said, panicking, the huge cock-head pressing into his throat. The thing exploded in his mouth. Come flooded directly down his throat. He gagged, spluttered and retched. More white muck came out from his nose - the stuff his fucked mouth couldn't swallow. He remained clamped around the slowly receding piece of flesh, gagging repeatedly, come dribbling. Then the thing slid from his mouth and he spat onto the floor violently, still coughing and retching. He was drawn to his feet by his hair and pushed, face first, against the wall. The guy still had hold of his wrists, but now they were behind him. He felt something cold and hard. *"Snick!"* went the handcuffs in the small of his back, echoing sharply in the dark, tiled room. His cuffed wrists were jerked upwards and his cheek was pushed against the cold tiles. "You are under arrest. Anything you say may be used against you in a court of law. Thanks for the head-job, cocksucker." The world took a surreal turn as Marmaduke was marched back up the leaf- blown steps into the daylight. He squinted. There were more, uniformed police. He heard: "Big Sarge has bagged himself an early-morning faggot!" ". . . Didn't have to wait down there long. . ." "A pretty one, too." "You like sucking cocks, faggot-boy? There's plenty more where you're going!" "Looks like a fit bastard. Don't let him go!" One of them slapped a hand into his crotch and grinned leeringly into his face. His cross-cuffed wrists were lifted again, making him bend forward. He looked down, focusing on his construction boots. There were early-morning shoppers about, looking on in curiosity. He kept his head down, the come drying on his face. The big guy - the sergeant - who had treacherously received Marmaduke's oral ministrations, gripped Marmaduke by the jaw and snapped his head up. The young captive's eyes flashed angrily. "You got a good mouth for sucking, faggot-boy. And a pretty face. That's good. We gonna see if we can bang you up for public lewdity or something so we can fuck your face some more!" Marmaduke was frog-marched some four blocks to the station, wrists lifted painfully and head held back by the hair. The indifference of the passers-by matched the indifference of the bright, blue sky. The police-officers joked amongst themselves and pushed him along. Up the steps of the station and through the automatic, glass doors he was marched, and then paraded into the busy reception. It was air-conditioned and the dry atmosphere was cool on his bare limbs. A young, female officer sitting at the counter peered over her spectacles at the newly arrived prisoner. Her eyes settled on the prominent bulge in Marmaduke's tight shorts. He felt embarrassed, but had already decided to tough this out. The counter reached as high as his waist. He was placed against it and forced forward, his torso and chest lying across the bench-top, feet on the floor, his restrained wrists jerked upwards - near his neck. With his cheek flattened against the laminex surface of the counter, Marmaduke could see under the woman's computer keyboard at eye level. A small bottle of Liquid- Paper teetered near his nose. "Name?" demanded the woman, curtly. Marmaduke gave it. There was a pause while she typed it in. "Address?" He gave that too, his voice slightly distorted due to his face being squashed sideways into the surface of the counter. "What's he arrested for?" she asked someone else. "Committing an act of public lewdness," came the answer. "Is that all?" "There was `indecency' and a `public sexual act' as well." "And trespassing. Those toilets had been closed off by the council." "Okay. I'll put down all of those." "Hang on. If he was *trespassing*, how can we pinch him for *public* acts of indecency?" "Fuck it! It doesn't matter. Let the lawyers sort it out. And make sure you put `resisting arrest' too!" "Yes, Sarge." There was further typing, then Marmaduke was hauled upright. He placed his feet wide apart to keep balance against the painful jerking around of his hair and bent-upwards arms. "Now, faggot-boy, you're in more shit than Batman," a youngish policeman sneered. "We better get you off to a cell so you can be fucked up the arse! You'll enjoy that, won't you faggot-boy?" "I wouldn't even notice being fucked with *your* little dick!" said Marmaduke. That was a mistake. He was punched hard in the stomach. Winded, he doubled- over to the floor. "Not a smart thing to say, pervert!" Again, he was hauled to his feet, and again, he was punched. The breath went out of him with an "urgh!" and as he went down to the carpet for the second time, Marmaduke resolved to keep his mouth shut from now on. "Take off your clothes!" he heard. What? Were they serious? Yes they were. Quickly, Marmaduke undid his bootlaces - difficult when handcuffed from behind. He sat on the floor, twisted his arms through his legs and shucked off the boots and socks. Encircled by a ring of police-officers, not wishing to incur further wrath, he hooked two fingers into the waistband of his shorts and G-string and sloughed them both down his legs. He needed some help with his T-shirt. It was pulled off backwards over his head, down his arms, and hung behind him from his cuffed hands. His skin goosebumped in the cold air. "He's got a nice big donger - for a faggot," said someone. He saw the policewoman's eyes go there, and he felt acute, buttock-clenching shame. "Cavity search!" Marmaduke hit the counter-top again, his face shoved into the same place. The policewoman looked down at him and their eyes met. His breath was ragged and fogged the patch of shiny laminex near his mouth. Rubber gloves snapped. Marmaduke shivered. His feet were kicked wide apart and a sheathed, lubed finger was inserted into his hole. He blinked, shifted slightly on the counter, and said, "ah!" breathlessly, as the probing finger searched around inside him. The finger slipped out and Marmaduke was pulled to his feet. The same finger was used to search under his tongue and around his mouth. "Pick up your clothes!" He managed to gather them all up, crouching and feeling around on the floor behind him. "At least this'll make a good story to tell Rodney (see "Sweat! (2)") and Eric (see "Sweat! (1)")," Marmaduke thought to himself. Soon, thankfully, he was led away, penis swinging, down into a cold, white corridor where his nipples went hard from the chill. He looked straight ahead as they passed barred cells holding a motley few other miscreants who whooped and yelled lewd comments at the naked, boy. The bare call was bare indeed - and small. The barred door clanged shut and there was nowhere to sit but the floor. Marmaduke got his shorts back on, a struggle because his wrists were still cuffed. The T-shirt had to stay wrapped around his hands, behind his back. Tiredness from his strenuous exploits the previous night eventually overtook him and he curled up to sleep. Fitful slumber was not forthcoming. The hardness and coldness of the floor kept him from dozing, and the discomfort of the stainless-steel handcuffs didn't help either. How long he'd been lying on the floor he couldn't tell, but presently, the bars swung open and he was prodded to alertness with a booted toe. His arrest had been processed and he was now allowed a phone call. Who to call? Rodney's number was still scrawled on waistband of his dirty shorts - but Marmaduke wasn't sure how much help Rodney would be in this situation. Yes. There was only one person who would be willing to respond to the distress call of the incarcerated Marmaduke: Eric! Marmaduke had seen clearly the adoration in Eric's eyes (see "Sweat! (1)"), the infatuation with the fit young stripling with the defined pectorals and the slim little waist. Surely, Eric would not mind driving all the way from the outer suburb of Dee Why, all the way to Darlinghurst, to bail the boy out of jail! Marmaduke somehow remembered his number. "Hello?" "Erm . . . hello Eric. It's Marmaduke." "*Helloo* Marmaduke!" Eric gurgled happily. "I'm in a spot of bother here, Eric . . ." "Oh?" Eric was regaled with the tail of poor Marmaduke's tribulations and readily agreed, as Marmaduke knew he would, to fetch the wayward little urchin from the clutches of the law. Marmaduke was placed back in his cell to wait. He waited while Eric negotiated northern-suburbs traffic and found a parking spot in Paddington. He waited, oblivious, while Eric walked to the police station, argued with the big sergeant, signed a ream of forms, and agreed to the required financial impose. "Hello, Marmaduke." Marmaduke looked up. Finally! Eric stared at him through the chrome bars. "Eric!" "Christ! What have they done with your clothes?" "What? Oh. This is what I was wearing." "What were you doing in those public-toilets?" "Oh, Eric. What do you *think* I was doing?" "You should know not to . . ." "Are you going to get me *out* of here?" "I have to go back upstairs and sign more forms. How much trouble did you cause? I'm having a hell of a job getting you bailed out." Marmaduke pouted and put on a little-boy-lost expression. His liquid, doe- eyes looked ready to overflow. "Oh Eric! Please get me out! *I don't like it here!*" Marmaduke nearly sobbed, calculatingly. "Yes, of course, my puppy!" said Eric, and they embraced through the bars. Eric ran his hands over the bony ridges on Marmaduke's bare flanks, feeling the teenager-hard body writhing at his touch. Eric had to go back upstairs, leaving the boy forlornly in his cage. The correct papers were signed and finally a policeman unlocked the cell-door and Marmaduke was allowed to proceed past the smirking staff, out into the carpark with Eric. "You'll have to front up to a magistrate on the 25th of whatever month seems appropriate in view of plot-progression," said Eric. "I have the paperwork here. We'll worry about it in another episode." "Fine," said Marmaduke. "Can I come to your place?" "Of course you can! You poor thing. I suppose you're feeling a bit shaken up after all that." They stopped at Marmaduke's apartment. Eric sniffed the stale air whilst Marmaduke dragged on a pair of jeans, and grabbed a jacket and some other things. Once again, the pair drove north to Eric's house (see "Sweat (1)"), Marmaduke fidgeting in the passenger seat, Eric marvelling at his luck. Marmaduke was thinking about Rodney, and whether he should be allowed to meet Eric. He guessed that it would be all right, seeing that neither Eric nor Rodney were full-time lovers, and that they were completely different ages and therefore fulfilled different needs. They were silent for a while, then Eric said; "Was the screw in the public toilet worth it?" "All I did was give a copper a head-job." "And then he arrested you?" "Yes." "Bastards! . . . You should stay out of those places, Marmaduke." "Yeah . . ." Marmaduke whined disconsolately. ". . . I know." "Marmaduke . . ." Eric started, carefully. ". . . I'd be an idiot to think that you are . . . exclusively mine. I know what it's like . . . you're young . . ." ". . . dumb, and full of come!" Marmaduke chipped in brightly. Eric smiled. "It's just that . . . I've become very fond . . . It seems silly. We've only seen each other twice. I wouldn't mind seeing you some more. That's all." "Oh, Eric . . ." Now Marmaduke smiled. He put his hand on Eric's leg, and then slipped out from his seatbelt and laid his head down, lovingly, in Eric's lap. "Christ! What are you doing?!" said Eric. The car swerved slightly. "Nothing! Just concentrate on your driving!" Eric blew air out from his cheeks. The boy cuddled his thigh, his head resting there like a melon on its way home from the shops. Eric gently stroked the boy's splayed, lollipop hair. "Marmaduke?" "Yes, Eric?" "What plans have you got?" "I want to eat your cock." "No. I mean, what plans for the future?" Marmaduke rolled his head and sat up. "I don't know." ". . . *ahem*. . ." said Eric, broaching a subject. "You said you'd done a couple of triathlons." "Yeah." ". . . and that you needed a . . . er . . . coach." Eric cleared his throat again. "Can *you* coach me?" Marmaduke asked. "No, no, no," said Eric. "But I *know* someone who can. In fact, he's had quite a lot of experience . . . coaching likely young lads . . ." "What are you talking about, Eric? Is this guy a proper athletic trainer? Or some kind of . . ." "Oh yes, yes. He's done a lot of coaching in those triathlon things. What are they? Swimming . . ." "Swim, cycle, run," said Marmaduke. "How do you know him?" Eric grinned sheepishly. "Well, I'm sure you're aware, Marmaduke, that I like looking at young fellows with good figures . . . in Speedos." "So this guy is gay?" "Oh yes - but at the same time, very . . .er . . . *potent*. He lives at Byron Bay. You'd have to go up there and stay with him." Marmaduke did not look at all sure about what Eric was getting at. Was this person some kind of kinky nut? Was *Eric* a kinky nut? And did Marmaduke even *want* to get back into training? Moving to Byron Bay would be a big decision. "What's his name?" "Frank Wrath." "Oh shit . . .!" "What? Do you know him?" "No. But I remember someone mentioning his name back home. He treats his athletes like they're in the army." "That's Frank." "I haven't even thought about this, Eric. And in any case, I'm in trouble with the law. I need to get that sorted out before I took off up the coast to Byron Bay." "Yes," said Eric. "That's what I was thinking about. There'd be no more wild gallivanting if you were being trained by Frank Wrath. He can be very strict." "That's what I heard. Shit! Even his *name* makes him sound angry!" said Marmaduke. "Yes. It does, doesn't it?" said Eric. Marmaduke had plenty of food for thought during the remainder of the journey to Eric's house. He had heard Frank Wrath was a cigar-chomping cowboy of a man - and not a man to be trifled with. Marmaduke imagined himself under Wrath's authority. Yes. *That* was something to think about. To be continued in "Sweat! (4)".

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Date: Thu, 21 Sep 2000 13:49:51 +0100 (BST) From: Thoby Johnson Subject: "Sweat! (6)" Okay. Here we go again. WARNING: This story is a load of crap - and is really quite rude. It starts off boring, but in the middle, young triathlete Marmaduke gets into a fight and performs oral sex. And at the end, coach Frank gives him a good flogging with a razor-strop for naughtiness. That should make a few people happy. AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is episode 6. The others are at http://nifty.org/ I think, and probably archived at the ASSGM website somewhere. I'd be most obliged if someone could tell me where this story is headed. I've got a few ideas but it'd be nice to hear from someone willing to go into details. TO THOSE WHO HAVE SENT MESSAGES: Thanks everyone! I'm trying to fit in the bits you've asked for, but gee! I don't want to be too cruel to poor old Marmaduke! He cops a real hiding this episode. I think he's due for a break soon. I answer all emails (there aren't that many) and would be interested in any ideas you have. thobyj@yahoo.co.uk * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * "SWEAT! (6)" Eric stirred. Sunlight streamed into the bedroom. He yawned. Another beautiful day in this place, wherever it was. The blankets were warm, the bed was warm, and the boy beside him was cuddly warm. He snuggled up to beautiful Marmaduke and wrapped his arms around the sleeping angel. Breath moved in and out of the boy's innocent mouth, and a strand of saliva steadily streamed out of the kid's gob, forming a pool on the pillow. Marmaduke snuffled, brought his arm up, grunted and, still sleeping, jerked around, rolling the blankets around himself. Then Marmaduke enfolded Eric in all four of his gangly limbs, dozily cuddling him. Eric felt peace and serenity lying in the unconscious youth's arms. Then he felt what Marmaduke was doing. The boy was moving, sliding up and down - humping a wad of bedclothes. Eric could feel the rod of harness down below, grinding into his leg. Oh dear!. . . Oh, well. It didn't matter. Eric kissed Marmaduke on his sweet, parted lips. The breath was coming faster now and the boy was making little noises. Then Eric felt the warm flood of come in the bedsheets. There was an enormous wet patch. Marmaduke woke up. "Oh, shit!" he said sleepily, yawning. "I had a wet dream again!" "Never mind, Sweetheart. I'll wash the sheets today." Marmaduke groggily climbed out of bed. His hair was sticking up. So was his cock. "What time is it? I have to be at Frank's place." He pulled on a pair of Speedos and trotted out the door, not bothering to shower or eat any breakfast. "See you when you get back, Puppy. I'll have some breakfast waiting. Some more of what you had yesterday." Eric called, meaningfully ('yesterday': see the last episode). Marmaduke's fine little backside disappeared out the door. The air was cold, the day not yet having really begun. Marmaduke's erection quickly subsided in his togs. He ran along the edge of the sand dunes, warming up. He was nervous. His first dose of athletic training the day before had been a shock. It was a serious business. Nevertheless, when he thought of what had been done to him, he felt a kind of virtuous enrichment, and excitement. Frank was in a more benevolent mood than had prevailed the day before and Marmaduke made a good effort to impress. He attracted no further chastisement - only a couple of wolf- whistles from strolling queers. He was thankful that he was not being eyed by strangers in the state he'd been in yesterday; i.e. butt-naked and yelping at every slash of Frank's buggy-whip. Nevertheless, the training session was hard, as expected. Marmaduke had to run like a greyhound and was urged, in no uncertain terms, not to dawdle. A slow, long distance swim beyond the breakers served to cool him down and wash the gritty sand from his Speedos. As he emerged from the surf, he exchanged a meaningful look with a good-looking, dark-haired boy standing nearby in the wet sand. But Marmaduke couldn't linger. Frank bellowed from a hundred metres away and shortly, Marmaduke was hurrying back to Eric's house to get his bike. Eric looked up, surprised, as the wet, gleaming youth burst in. "Back already, pup?" "I need to get my bike." "It's in the carport." "Yeah. I know. I need a spanner to put the front wheel on." "There might be one in the car." "Can you get it?" "Of course," said Eric, leisurely. "Just as soon as I finish breakfast." He lingered over a piece of toast. "Now please, Eric. Frank's waiting!" "All right, all right. Can't keep old Frank waiting, can we?" Eric admired, almost painfully and with a gulped swallow of dry toast, the exquisite turn of rounded thigh on the boy. As he squeezed past in the doorway, Eric brushed against Marmaduke's wet skin and not accidentally, fingered the bulging, nylon front-pack of the boy's genitals. "You look lovely in Speedos, sonny," said Eric with his mouth full. "But you looked better the other day in your little g-string!" "You're going to see me with nothing on and my arse licked red-raw again if you don't hurry up and get me that spanner!" said the agitated Marmaduke. "Will I, now?" said Eric, thoughtfully. Marmaduke fixed up his bicycle and sped furiously away to keep his appointment with the impatient Frank. He was kept very busy in activities that, whilst wearying to relate, nevertheless administered to our need to keep our young hero in peak physical condition. Part of the curriculum imposed by Frank was, as those familiar with the story will be aware, to make sure Marmaduke imbibed the right form of traditional discipline. Perhaps this segment of the training was not being as effective as Frank would have liked. Later in the morning, as Marmaduke made his way back to Eric's, he found himself powerfully aroused by the memory of the other boy he'd seen on the beach - and the brief look he'd been given by the two big, brown eyes. As Marmaduke pedaled his bike, a long bead of sweat made a line down the middle of his back, trickled into the rear of his Speedos, found its way into his crack, and mixed with the sticky humidity between his pumping legs. The sweaty bike-seat ground between his hard, toiling little buttocks. He was as eager as a cat on heat. His cock had twitched to life and was making a large, banana-shaped protrudence in his stretched Speedos. Curse his rude organ's disobedience! And after he had fucked the bedsheets only that morning! Marmaduke evaluated his three choices: One; go home to Eric, mess around with whatever lubricant he had a fixation on this week, suck his cock and probably end up ejaculating all over something that he'd have to clean up afterwards. Two; Get off his bike right here and jack himself off with his hand whilst crouching behind that bush over there, lubricating his thick, meaty shaft with spit and spilling his seed unproductively in the dust while thinking of that boy's eyes. Three; Turn his bike around, go find the dark-haired boy, and fuck him backwards. Our tousle-haired, slick-skinned boy cleverly chose the latter option and rode back along the beach road, his taut, fine muscles springing with anticipation and his firm penis pushing demandingly against his Speedos. He pedaled up and down - around and around, looking for the boy who had excited his fantasies. They found each other on the sparsely vegetated hillocks back from the beach. They said nothing to each other, their purpose purely that of two horny boys seeking relief. Communication was, at first, by clumsy wrestling as they figured out who would do what to whom. Marmaduke went for the zip on the guy's jeans. He pushed him onto his back on the sandy ground and lay down on top. The guy desperately wrenched his jeans down and flicked his erect dong out from his underpants. He grunted and waved it in Marmaduke's face. Marmaduke got down over it and took it into his mouth. It tasted sweaty and meaty. He licked smoothly and quickly, moving his head up and down. Then he cupped his hands into the small of the guy's back, rested on his elbows and moved the guy's hips up and down in time with his own oral servicing. The guy moaned. Marmaduke enveloped the boy's prong completely with his mouth, continuing to lick and make the guy grunt. He stopped to clear some pubic hair from his teeth. "Keep going, fuck ya!" the guy said, anguished. Marmaduke got back to work and felt the tell tale jerking and contracting of the testicles as the other boy prepared to come. "Oooaahgh!!" The guy said, thrusting with his hips. Marmaduke gulped, and somehow kept his mouth fixed to the wildly bucking torso underneath him. A hot torrent of sperm gushed forth. "Splurmphgh!!" said Marmaduke as the spewing, white muck raced into his throat. He gagged and pulled away - but the guy was still coming. He pushed Marmaduke's head savagely back onto his spitting cock. "Suck it suck it cocksucker!. . . You fucking little cocksucker. . .!" the guy said, not very nicely. When the flow had subsided into dribbles, Marmaduke was able to lift his head from the slimy flesh-pole. He spat wads of come into the sand and retched. "Nice going, prick," said Marmaduke disgusted. "You nearly suffocated me with that rotten little fuckstick!" "Dry your eyes, princess. You're privileged to swallow my tasty jism. Don't you know that?" "Like fuck! You owe me! Open your stupid gob and suck me off now!" Marmaduke demanded, a little optimistically. "Fat chance, cocksucker! I don't suck faggots who wear Speedos and prowl around looking for dirty old men!" The guy laughed. "Why, you. . .!" Marmaduke lunged at him. They grappled viciously and rolled around in the dirt, struggling. The guy had Marmaduke's hair, and wrenched his head back. Marmaduke grunted and managed to get a hand around the guy's throat. He choked him mercilessly, the guy's face going purple. Marmaduke was stronger, and was already on top. This, coupled with the fact that the guy's jeans were around his ankles, allowed Marmaduke an early advantage. He sat up on the other boy's chest and pinned his arms to the ground. Marmaduke's Speedos had ripped, and his bare body, scratched with grass-stains, was sweaty and itchy. He breathed heavily from exertion. "Now you're going to get it, fuckface!" he pronounced through bared teeth. Deftly, he brought his stiff cock up in line with the guy's grimacing face. "Swallow it! I swallowed yours! Now you swallow mine!" The erect, male-organ was shoved bravely and unceremoniously into the guy's yowling mouth. But not for long. The guy bit down on it. Hard. And now it was Marmaduke's turn to howl. "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWW!!!!!" he bellowed at the sky. The other guy moved. He shoved Marmaduke hard in the chest, toppling him. As Marmaduke tried to nurse his bitten dick, the guy managed to do up his jeans and send his adversary sprawling with a well-placed, sneakered foot in the shoulder. That was enough for Marmaduke. He leapt, and floored the guy with a body-slam. "Oomph!" they went, onto the ground. The fight was on again - and again, quickly, Marmaduke gained the upper hand. They struggled together, breathing hard, more desperate than ever. Then, there was a far-off howl of high-revving motor bike engines - which rapidly got louder, and nearer. Two riders on dirt-bikes came cutting across the sandy, bumpy ground, spraying muddy water from a few puddles. Marmaduke didn't look up until the bikes were circling the fighting boys. The din was deafening. The engines were stopping. The riders dismounted. "Hey! Wayne's getting' his arse kicked by a faggot-boy!" Marmaduke heard one of them yell, gleefully. Uh, oh! This situation was not getting any better! Marmaduke was dragged backwards, off his opponent. A motorbike boot claimed him hard in the belly, painfully knocking all of the wind out of him. He curled up, clutching his guts, moaning in agony. They grabbed his arms and spread them. The one he'd sucked - 'Wayne,' - punched him and sent him sprawling again. "Give it to 'im, Wayne!" "Little, fuckin' cocksucker. . .!" Another punch hit him in the guts. Bruised and naked, Marmaduke lay disabled on the ground. Thankfully, they'd stopped hitting him. "Hey, pretty-boy! You're fucking great at sucking cock! You'll have to do it again sometime!" laughed the objectionable object of Marmaduke's former lust - the obstreperous 'Wayne'. "Come on, spunkrat!" cried one of the leather-clad riders. "If you like sucking, then you won't mind sucking on *my* lollipop!" A horrible, spotty penis extended from the guy's leathers. He waved it at Marmaduke who still lay, sore, on the ground. There was no fucking way Marmaduke was going to suck anyone else's dick today! He took aim - and landed the sole of his foot, real hard, into the guy's crotch. He felt the soft nuts squash - and heard the sickening *thump*. The guy went down like a sack of shit - and boy, did he yell! Marmaduke was smart enough to know his continued presence would be much less conducive to good health than it had previously been, even. He jumped up and ran. His bike, lying in the sand, and his torn Speedos were left behind. He headed with much haste back to Frank's house - it was closer than Eric's. A kickstarted dirt-bike's high-revving shriek told him that the other biker was coming after him. He sprinted hard, feet pounding in the sandy ground and ears pounding with pumping blood. The bike roared past and circled back onto him. He ducked behind some scrub and scrambled up a dune. Perhaps. . . perhaps he could be agile enough, and speedy enough to outrun and outwit the dolt on the bike. The bike speared into the sand behind him. He heard it rev hard. A glance behind told him all he needed to know. The idiot had bogged himself and was spraying sand from his rear wheel. That gave Marmaduke enough distance to race across the top of the dunes and scoot across Frank's yard. He was safe! The sound of the bike had subsided into the distance. And there was Frank. "What happened to *you*, lad?" ". . . I got beaten up!" Marmaduke puffed. "Who. . .?" "These guys. . .! I don't know!" "What. . .? Where?" "Back there!" "In the sand dunes?" "Yeah." "What were you doing? cruising?" "No. Er. . . I. . ." "I asked you a question, boy," Frank's tone was stern now. "*Were you cruising for a fuck?*" "No. I wasn't. . .!" "Where's your swimmers?" "They got ripped off. . .! Honest Frank! I got mugged!" "I'm not going to mess around with you, boy. Get in Position." Frank pointed sharply at Marmaduke and then at the ground near himself, where Marmaduke was to adopt the *Position*. Marmaduke slumped, pouted, and gave a whining "aaw!". "GET IN POSITION!!!" The boy jumped. He quickly got into the pose he had been instructed on the day before. He hadn't forgotten: Feet well apart - hands clasped behind neck - chin up - back straight - elbows back. "FEET FURTHER APART! STRAIGHTEN UP!. WHAT DID I FUCKING TEACH YOU YESTERDAY?" Frank barked. Marmaduke stiffened. "NOW STAY THERE!" There was a lengthy pause while Frank fumed. Marmaduke curled his toes into the bristly grass - waiting. Frank spoke. "Now, listen up, son. First; you went sniffing around for some boys to fuck. I've got a remedy for that. Then; you tried to lie to me about it. I've got a remedy for that too. Would you like to find out what those remedies are?" "Frank. I promise I. . ." "You just made your third mistake, boy. If you open your mouth once more, it will be a very - big - fucking - mistake. Got it?" "Yes, Sir." "GOT IT?!!" "Yes, Sir!!" "I tell you something *once*. Not *twice*. There'll be no discussion. This is not political-correctville. This is done *my way* or not at all. What did I tell you yesterday about this?" "You said I shouldn't be messing around, doing shit. And that." Marmaduke whimpered. "You just forgot to say 'Sir.'" Marmaduke snapped to a different tact. "SIR! I fucked up, SIR! I'm sorry, SIR!" "How many mistakes have you made this morning, boy?" Marmaduke's lips moved quickly as he counted in his head. "Four, SIR." "How many mistakes do you think I tolerate in one day?" "None, SIR." "At least you got *that* right." Frank reached out and grabbed a handful of Marmaduke's hair. He slowly, thoughtfully tilted the positioned boy's head back until Marmaduke was looking at sky. "Are you going to hang around long enough for me to get you properly disciplined, Marmaduke?" said Frank, his tone now quieter, but no less menacing. "Yes, Sir." Marmaduke bent back, arching his back as Frank pushed his head away. His feet gripped the ground. "You need to be whipped into shape, the old-fashioned way, don't you, lad?" A forefinger prodded hard into the teenager's firm belly, enunciating every syllable, i.e.: "You (prod) need (prod) to (prod) be (prod) whipped (prod) into (prod). . ." and so on. "Yes, Sir." "Ask for it, sprig!" "Please whip me into shape, Sir." Marmaduke was suddenly jerked upright by the fist in his hair. He kept his position as he was lifted painfully onto his his toes. "ASK FOR IT!" "SIR, I NEED TO BE WHIPPED INTO SHAPE! I NEED DISCIPLINE REAL BAD! PLEASE DISCIPLINE ME SIR!" Two fingers of Frank's free hand slapped Marmaduke's penis sideways, hard, with a *smack*, making it bounce between his thighs a couple of times. Frank let him go. "Get into the shed! MOVE!!" Marmaduke scurried into the wooden shed and got straight back into *position*. He smelt the dry wood and leather. Oh shit! He'd fucked up, big time! If only he'd gone straight home to Eric! Frank came in. his words were stingingly curt. "Turn around. Get against the rail." Marmaduke instantly spun, and lined himself up against the large, wooden, horizontal beams of the horse pen. He put his arms over one beam and felt the others at intervals down his body. "Spread your legs. Hold on to it." He did so. Frank shoved a rough, folded strap of dark, oiled leather under Marmaduke's nose, lifting his chin with it. "This is what you're getting, lad. Let's hope you learn a valuable lesson from it today." Marmaduke felt it and smelt it, rather than saw it. "For your information; it's a studded razor strop. Usually effective. Think yourself lucky you're not getting the horsewhip." Marmaduke shifted slightly, and held on to the rough, splintery wooden beam. He promised himself that he wouldn't yell, and that he'd take the punishment bravely - and then that he'd never fuck up with Frank again. "Ready?" "Ready, Sir." The razor strop was in the air before Marmaduke spoke - and landed, one tiny fraction of a second after he'd finished the word "Sir," evenly across his naked backside. The sound - the *CRACK* - as it made contact with bare skin, was enough to shock. The horse in her stall skittered. The pain was much worse than that which he'd received from the buggy-whip. He howled in outrage. "FRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNK!!!" When the second, blazing lick landed, Marmaduke could feel, somehow, that the flying leather strop was being placed expertly in slightly different places on his fiery rump. This stroke had, indeed, placed a wide, sizzling stripe up high - where his buttocks joined his back. Again, he cried out. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!" "Stand up straight, boy!" said Frank. Marmaduke shifted, raised his arms, and braced himself against the fence. His body broke out in a sweat. With the arrival of the third stroke came a sincere oath, on Marmaduke's part, that Frank would never have reason to chastise him again - Just as soon as this whole thing was over! *Please* let it be over! "Stop wailing, boy! This doesn't leave permanent damage! Take it like a man!" "Aaaaaaaaaawwwwww!!" moaned Marmaduke loudly and pitifully, as he realized there was more to come. And indeed, there was. Three more strokes were laid, evenly, one on top of the other, across the boy's red-hot backside. With every stroke, Marmaduke committed himself solemnly to making sure this would *not* happen again. Six times, the wicked razor strop had flown in the dusty atmosphere of the shed. Six loud *CRACKs* of traditional correction, laid on in six, searing strokes. Six reasons not to upset Frank again. Marmaduke slumped against the fence, his arms over one of the horizontals. He hadn't blubbered, for which he was proud of himself. "Turn around, boy." He about-face slowly and faced the man who had deigned to leather his rear with that vicious weapon, in a form of punishment outlawed in all states. "Come here." Marmaduke went to him, not knowing what to expect next. Frank placed a hand on his shoulder and shook him gently, affectionately. "You took that pretty well, lad. Will you be making those kinds of mistakes again, do you think?" "No, Sir! No, Sir!" said Marmaduke, breathlessly. "Good lad." "I'll try to be, Sir." "Now what did you do wrong? What were you just punished for?" "I went messing around looking for some action when you told me. . ." "And what was the second thing you did wrong?" "I lied to you about it." "Right. For that, you get six more. Get up against the fence." "What. . .?! Oh no! Come on, Frank!. . . *Please*. . .!" "Do you want to disappoint me, lad?" "No. . .!" "Then get up against the fence. Now!" Marmaduke saw he had no way out. Tearfully, he ran back to his place against the fence, for punishment. He gripped it tightly with his arms and squeezed his eyes shut. "Frank, wait." "What?" "After this. . . no more, please!" "Okay. No more after this." "I promise not to disobey again!" "Good lad. You need to understand I don't tolerate the kind of nonsense you got up to this morning." "Yes, Sir. I understand now." "Good. So you understand why you're getting these next six." "Yes, Sir." "In that case, you can count them out for me. Count 'em out nice and loud, boy. We don't want to miss any!" "Yes, Sir." Almost instantaneously, the strop whistled in the air - and the frightful *SMACK* of it sent that intense stinging through Marmaduke's thoroughly chastened butt cheeks. "ONE!!" he yelled. It came out: "WUUUUUNNN!!" as a shriek. "you didn't say *Sir*." "ONE, SIR!!" "We'll start again." Tears squeezed from under his eyelids. He whimpered. The 'first' stroke flew through the air again - really the second - really the eighth. It cracked home like a cut from hell. "SIR! ONE! SIR!" "Don't mess up the count again, boy." He didn't. The remaining five strokes were counted out very loudly and very definitely. Finally, Marmaduke cried; "SIR! SIX! SIR," to indicate his thirteenth, impossible stroke. "That's it, lad. No more." Frank said, laying the wretched strop-whip to one side. Marmaduke turned around, emotionally flushed, but not cowed anymore. Frank drew the boy to him with a leather gloved hand behind the neck. He was gentle. Marmaduke put his wet face into Frank's leather jacket. He trembled uncontrollably in the man's arms. The sweat of suffering glazed his naked body and Bits of straw stuck to him. Frank smoothed the boy's hair, brushing away strands of hay. "Learnt anything, lad?" "Yes, Sir," said Marmaduke, nearly sobbing. "All right. You can stop calling me 'Sir' for now. How's your bum feel?" "Hurts like all fuck." "We'll cool it down with some water." "I won't be sitting down for a long time!" "Never mind, lad," Frank laughed. "You're no use to anyone sitting down, anyway." Marmaduke sulked. "Yeah, well that fucking hurt a lot, what you just did. I want to go home!" Marmaduke pushed away and went outside. Frank followed. "Boy." Marmaduke stopped. "Get back inside the shed," Frank said, gently. Marmaduke obeyed. "Get in *position*." Frank's tone was still gentle. Marmaduke adopted the *position* in the middle of the dirt floor. Sweat ran from his armpits and from his neck, down his chest and back. Trickling, salty droplets traced down the twin curves of his buttocks, making them sting all the more. Frank spoke. "There's not many that can voluntarily take a second licking with the razor strop, like you did, Marmaduke. You've done well. I'm not angry anymore, but by God, I need discipline from you, boy! Don't sulk like a spoiled brat. Grow up! "Now listen. Here's what you're going to do: Run back and get your bike before it gets pinched. Bring it back here and stick it under the house. Then get back inside this shed, get back into position, exactly where you are now, and stay there. I want you to stay in position for a good while so you can have a think about why you've been punished. Got that?" "Yes, Sir." "I'm going to phone Eric and tell him you won't be back until tomorrow. I've got some work for you around this place. Oh, and we'll do something to cool off your bum. Okay?" "Yes, Sir." "Right. Off you go then. Hurry up, lad!" With that, Marmaduke dashed off. Frank, it seemed, had no regard for the boy's modesty, sending him off naked. But it could be argued that Marmaduke's lack of clothing was his own fault, anyway. He ran fast, backside aflame, hoping to avoid anyone - especially anyone riding a dirt-bike. He had no time to dawdle, but all the same, his sexual appetite, aroused that morning, had not yet been sated. Two loaded balloons of young-man's jism dangled freely and heavily between his running legs. He hacked some spit into his hand and yanked his pendulous organ to full erectness while he ran. Within seconds, he was pumping glassfuls. He grunted and stumbled over onto his hands and knees, still strumming his erupting penis. Sand stuck to his sweat and to the thick gobs of warm, splattering come. Then he got up and ran on. Frank was waiting.

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Date: Sat, 15 Jul 2000 12:23:07 +0100 (BST) From: "[iso-8859-1] Thoby Johnson" Subject: Story: "Sweat! (1)" (Thoby Johnson) (M/t)(oral) "Sweat! (1)" contains male-to-male oral sex and is pornographic in nature. It is unsuitable and probably illegal for minors to read it. Copyright remains with the author. You may freely transmit and distribute this story UNALTERED. Author's note: "Sweat! (1)" is a stupid name for this story which doesn't have much to do with sweat, unfortunately. It contains sex between a 17 year-old and an older man and has been categorised by the author 'M/t' and 'M/M' because the 17 year-old is technically a teenager, but not a child. I would love to receive feedback and comments. I intend subsequent episodes to explore many different types of situations, both light-hearted and grim, with the 17 year-old hero. Please let me know what you think, and whether there should be more *sweat*. Thoby Johnson. thobyj@yahoo.co.uk "SWEAT! (1) : In which the story begins." He was new to the city, new to the scene - and who isn't new to everything at seventeen? Real things anyway. He was old enough to have a job, live by himself and wear what he wanted. But young enough to be pretty - and pretty confident. Young enough to know everything. Have a job? Sure. There were a multitude of construction sites in this town and all of them needed labourers. Developers were throwing up cheaply built residential shitboxes in all directions in the tail-end of a housing boom. It paid for the one-room apartment in Darlinghurst and gym membership - and a nice, new racing bike, his most expensive possession. The apartment? Just as you imagine, a fetid, teenager's bedroom of a place, festooned with smelly socks and horrible magazines. Still, it was a place to keep his stuff. His clothes, hanging from various objects in the room, were mostly of the ill-advised, provocative gayboy ilk. Small, tight lycra things that looked fantastic on Oxford Street on a Friday night, fantastic in one of the bars or on one of the dance-floors, or just fantastic in broad daylight flaked out next to a dustbin in Green Park. Fantastic anywhere, in fact. But only if worn by someone under twenty with the waist and backside of a ballet dancer. His name is Marmaduke and, in accordance with his existing forum, his purpose is to entertain us with his adventures. And adventures is what he intends to have. And so we will adopt the accepted protocol of *past-tense* from here on. Certainly, in the past he'd been sticking his dick in places he shouldn't. Now, he wanted to seek places where he definitely *should* stick it. Imagine Marmaduke as you think him best. For example; he may have trendy, stepped, shining blonde hair, brown eyes like two mud-pies, and pouty, kissable (but somewhat susceptible to drying out and chapping) lips. Then again, maybe it would be best if he had liquid dark hair and twinkling eyes, pinpricks of bad attitude. Whatever. Some details work - some are best left for the reader. Specifically though, Marmaduke is tall and athletic, slim as a reed, and with smooth, cycler's thighs. Thighs, in fact, that are the envy of anyone laying eyes on them. Thighs from another planet, as his aunt used to say. No real stranger to low-key cruising, Marmaduke cycled to Centennial Park and sped around and around the long bike track. Then he rested picturesquely under a tree, his winsome, gleaming limbs folded casually, waiting for something to happen. Of course, that something did happen. A new, expensive sedan glided to a stop on the narrow, shaded road that wandered through the park. The electric window descended. Marmaduke had thought, perhaps, he might find himself another boy, for furtive sex, dog- style, on the grass. This man, however, was older, but seemingly well- moneyed. He had what we will call a 'pleasant' face. "Do you want a shower, son?" the man asked. "Why? Have you got one?" came the cheeky reply. The man smiled. "Well, yes I do, at my house." Now, Marmaduke smiled. "That's a sensible place for it." He saw the man's eyes dart to his crotch. His penis twitched in his spandex bike shorts. Marmaduke got to his feet, wanting to be in this guy's car sitting down before an erection came on. It was a mistake not to wear any jocks. His irresponsible member was uncoiling itself, stretching, and laying itself out flat, obviously and embarrassingly, sideways across the top of his right leg. He moved to the car window, bike shoes clattering on the road. "Where's your house at, *Mistah*?" the boy asked playfully. "Up north. Dee Why." "That's a long way." "I'd be happy to give you a lift." "Do you have a pool?" The man laughed. "Yes, as a matter of fact." A hand extended from the car and was placed on Marmaduke's flank. It was a friendly grip on the boy's ribcage. Hardness felt through the slightly sweaty T-shirt. Their eyes met. "Will you get in the car?" "Can I put my bike in the boot?" "Yeah. Sure." Marmaduke clattered around to the back of the car. The man got out and they both managed to fit the boy's awkward, two-wheeled vehicle into the back - with the front wheel removed. A spandex encased backside was soon ensconced in the sumptuous passenger seat. "Nice car." "Thanks." "What's your name, *Mista*?" "Eric. What's yours, sonny?" "Marmaduke." "Wow!" "That's what most people say." "Do you like having a name like that?" "Yeah. It's okay. I like it." "Are you a bicycle courier, Marmaduke?" Marmaduke laughed. "Nooo. Nooo. Nooo. Actually, I'm a labourer. Ha! Ha! Ha!" He wriggled with pleasure in the leather seat. "Gee! I hope I don't mess up your car. I'm a bit sweaty! Can I take my shoes off? They'll stink, though." "Do whatever you like, sugar plum," said Eric, somewhat preoccupied with city traffic. Eric's hand crept onto the boy's upper thigh. "You're a fit, young thing, aren't you, Marmaduke?" "Yes, sir." "What sports do you play?" "Cycling mostly. And swimming." The hand took a sudden, firm grasp of Marmaduke's hefty crotch-package. The youth's cock went hard, swinging from 9 o'clock to 12 o'clock. Eric stroked it through the spandex, breathing steadily through his nostrils, and driving. Marmaduke looked over at him. He was maybe forty, wearing casual weekend clothes. Obviously a professional. Meanwhile, Marmaduke's throbbing, banana-shaped rod had pushed its head up above the waistband of his tight shorts, seeking air. It was purple and dribbling ooze. "I'm going to lose my load right here, Eric," said Marmaduke, tight-chested. "When we get to your place, I'll do something nice to you . . . Okay?" "Yeah. That'll be really great, Marmaduke. Just relax, kiddo!" Before Eric had finished his sentence, Marmaduke's straining organ jerked, pumped, and fired. Hot jism squirted with audible force into the boy's belly. Eric tried to stroke the frantically twitching cock in the right places, at the right speed. "Aaaaaahhhh!" Marmaduke voiced loudly within the confines of the car, lifting himself, with his hands pushing down into the seat. "How's that, kid?" said Eric good naturedly. "I'm a bit sorry you didn't save it, but maybe we'll get you off again later." Marmaduke slumped and breathed out, a large blob of white jelly cooling in his lap. His shorts and T-shirt were wet with the stuff. "There's some tissues in the glove box," said Eric, inevitably. Marmaduke scooped up the white gobs and threw sodden tissues out through the window. "It's hard to control yourself at your age. I know how it is," said Eric in his cheerful tone. Marmaduke, lovely boy that he was, remained chirpy. "Shit! I've dribbled come everywhere!" he said, churning hyperactively in his seat. "That's a nice big cock you've got, son," Eric said, choking on his incredible good luck. The beautiful boy in his passenger seat with the craning neck and the flashing, inquisitive eyes was too good to be true. "Thanks, Mister," said the kid. Christ! The loveable youngster had just shot his energetic, big wad in the front seat of his car! *Please, God! let the boy stick around for a little while!* "Do you want a swim when we get there?" he asked. "Sure." "My pool's fairly secluded. You can get your kit off." "Great." The house was a normal looking house in a normal looking beachside suburb. Years of salt air was just starting to eat away mortar between the red bricks of many of these 1930s houses. The 1950s fibro houses were faring better, but who could tell in what condition they'd be in years to come? Eric led Marmaduke through the house to the back yard. The boy, barefoot and beautiful, came padding softly on the carpet. Beside the pool, lit by a halo of sunlight, Marmaduke stood with one knee out, like Michelangelo's *David*. Eric noticed the adorable, soft lay of muscle just above knee of the straightened leg. The boy looked skywards, like some other classic statue. His khaki, cotton T-shirt, sticky with dried sweat and a bit too small, raised and twisted on the flaring torso, exposing bare midriff above the bike shorts. Tummy muscles moved slightly under soft, brown skin. Eric fell in love. *Don't move! Stay there, looking up at the sky, looking at the little clouds . . . forever!* A gull squawked. A moment occurred outside of time. "I think there's a fucking skywriter up there!" Marmaduke exclaimed. Eric, idiotically, looked. "Do you have many friends, Marmaduke?" "Naw. Not here. I haven't been in town long. I just came down from Brisbane." "Did you do much swimming in Brisbane?" "Oh, yeah. I competed in triathlons." "Really?" "Yep. I was pretty good too." "Are you going to enter any triathlons . . . here?" "You need training for that kind of thing, Eric. I'd need someone to motivate me to do the work." "Well," said Eric, finally. "You certainly look like a good strong young lad. I'm sure you'd do well." "Mind if I get in the pool?" Marmaduke said. "Certainly I don't mind." "I haven't got any jocks. I'm going in naked. Will the neighbours mind?" "They can't see anything. Don't worry." The boy peeled off clinging cotton and spandex, throwing the discarded items to the grass. In the raw, muscles tensed like a wild animal, he glistened brown and shiny. He smiled once at Eric and dived in with a ker-splash. Eric watched from a plastic banana chair as Marmaduke performed four fast laps, sliding through the water like an eel. He sprung out of the pool, wet and totally alive. A proud specimen of lean, prime boy-meat on the hoof, Eric thought. Marmaduke shook his head, exultantly dripping chlorinated water everywhere, his hair now darker and shaggier. His penis dangled between his legs like a vacuum-cleaner hose - thick and trunk-like - swinging as he loped across the grass. In a moment, the dripping boy was between Eric's legs, unzipping him and getting everything wet. He took Eric in his mouth and licked him to hardness like a dog would, realising the substantial size of the man's swelled pole. Crouching, eyes afire with mischief, the boy grinned up at Eric, who was trying to stay calm. "D'you want it slow or fast, Mister?" "Just however, Tiger," stammered Eric, biting his lip with anticipation. Marmaduke began. His tongue poked out and toyed with the underside of the head, brushing lightly from side to side, making the dick wobble. *"Ohhhhhh!"* Eric breathed. His hand went gently to the back of the boy's head. Now, Marmaduke put his lips to the tip, his tongue flicking adroitly at the end-slit. *"Ohhhh! Jesus, kid!"* He took the whole head in his mouth, sucking away seeping fluid. Teeth nibbled gently around the ridge at the base of that engorged head. The naked boy shifted his position at the foot of the banana chair and moved up slightly, taking his weight with his arms on the chair's edge, allowing him to get his head down over the upright dick. He licked and slurped expertly down one side of the shaft - then back up to the head - then down the other side, his bobbing head flopping from side to side. *"Ohhhhh! Geez, Kiddo! You're too fucking good at this!"* He drew his rough tongue up the underside of Eric's shaft, playing the ropy skin there. Eric's hand now grabbed the boy's hair. *"Come on, Kid! Get your mouth around it!"* he demanded desperately. Marmaduke took the whole prong, steadily sliding down onto it, his mouth forming a big 'O'. He took it to the back of his throat, puffing noisily through his nose, working quickly and skilfully with his tongue on the engulfed length, his mouth stuffed with swelled flesh. *"Ohhhhhhhh! Jeeeeesus! Where the fuck did you learn this, boyo?!"* asked the wheezing Eric. Marmaduke backed off it, letting it pop out of his mouth with a wet smack. He took one deep breath and went down on the glistening meat-pole again. He pumped it in and out a few times. *"Ohhh! Yes! . . . Yes! . . . That's it! . . . now suck! . . . suck! SUCK! . . . suck it in kid! . . . That's it! . . . SUCK IT!"* Marmaduke sucked, slurping and gagging. He felt Eric begin to pulse. *"Yes! . . . Now! . . . NOW SUCK! . . . Good boy!"* Eric unloaded. Marmaduke gagged, retched, and swallowed. Semen spilt from the side of his mouth and he copped one good squirt in the face as he withdrew. Eric lay back, catching his breath. Marmaduke fell to the grass, spitting. "Hooooooo boy!" said Eric, rubbing his eyes with thumb and forefinger. Marmaduke sat up again and began licking the deflating shaft and testicles clean. "That was good!" Eric said. "Fantastic!" "Mmmf," said Marmaduke in thanks, spitting out a hair. "You can get in the pool again. Or have a shower. Make yourself at home. Thanks for that. Great head-job! I think I owe you dinner tonight." They stood up. Eric ruffled the boy's hair, then blew air out through his cheeks. "Wheew! I'm feeling kind of drained!" "Can I have a glass of water!" the boy asked. Marmaduke appeared after his shower, scrubbed clean and fresh. Eric decided he may as well find some clothes for him and bid him stay the night. His cycling gear could go into the wash and be ready for the morning. Thusly, the hungry youth was fed and bedded. Curled up in Eric's waterbed, looking like an angel. Eric snuggled up to the boy's lovely warmth, nuzzling his head and smelling his clean hair. He wondered; could it be possible that, someday, he would receive *another* act of sexual gratification from this darling? We shall see.

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From: D One Subject: Finally Date: Fri, 27 Nov 1998 12:08:39 GMT Aww, don't worry about it, you'll just end up with a bloody butt! The entire group lauged as Mitch got into the car. He laughed too, but nervously, Some of what the group were saying was bullshit, he knew. But there was a truth to their kidding too. "Did you wear the jock?" The driver, Carolos asked. "Yes SIR" Mitch answered correctly. Carolos was a senior member and had to be addressed that way. "Well we hope you shaved as we told you" another voice was heard. "Yes SIR I did SIR" Mitch replied. He had spent hours shaving every part of his body..leaving only his thick head of reddish blonde hair. His body itched from the little stubble that had grown, so he took another hour to shave again..... "If you're not smooth, you'll be made to walk back home to shave" the voice belonging to another senior, Kenny said. "And in your jock" Carolos added "do you want to go back and check yourself out first?" "No SIR, I'm smooth SIR" Mitch replied. "Let's see" Kenny said "No. We take our new brother at his word. If he isn't right, then he pays the price, understand boot?" "SIR yes SIR" Mitches cock was rock hard. For some strange reason he was aroused by the treatment he was getting. It was strange to him, but exciting, He had masturbated several times seeing his normally furry body totally smooth thinking of being naked in front of the group. Most were his friends..but none of them knew about his sexual attraction to men. The others were new acquaintences....and all were his tormentors as he pledged the club. They called it a fraternity, but since they weren't in college yet, it wasn't a real one. But a group of seniors, junior college guys and others had formed their own fraternity. It wasn't a "gang" because they kept to themselves. He knew little more except they got together weekly and often had parties that were whispered about in the halls of his high school. Each year a small number of initiates were invited to join. And those invitations came in strange ways. Somehow, his had gotten into his locker. A white envelope with a black boot icon on it. His initiate name was BOOT. Nobody addressed him as anything else if they were in the club. The note read, "If you're ready, be by the phone at midnight" He jacked off thinking of what was about to happen. And the phone rang giving him instructions. Waking at four am, he snuck out of the house to that first meeting where he knelt and listened to the instructions. "BOOT, if you accept this invitation, you become our property from this point on, and must respond to whenver we contact you. If you do not, you'll be dropped" Middle of the night phone calls, notes in his locker or text books, whispers in the hallway from people he knew and even postcards in the mail had him report to different places, do chores, wear odd things and in general test his desire to obey their orders. In the process he discovered some of his closest friends were members and that surprised him as they never talked about the club. He wore speedos sweeping sidewalks at midnight, he helped elderly people go to church, he attended the needs of a guy who had broken both arms, he ran around the school track until sunset, he carried books for other members, helped move one of them...all things that were ok, never harmful or too embarassing. And all he had to do was obey. He stood in a line of other initiates wearing only his underwear and a black bag over his head. They yelled at them, screemed, made them do pushups and yell responses until they sounded like a bunch of Marines in boot camp. And then the paddle was used. He took is swats..yelling out the phrase that had become a slogan "Please SIR may I have a nother" again and again until he couldn't take anymore. "I got to take a piss" Kenny said and Carolos pulled over the car. "BOOT get out and strip" Mitch hesitated then got out. The entire car full of members stood in a circle as he nervously took off his clothes until he was standing there totally naked. "KNEEL" "Sir yes SIR" Mitch knelt. "This is the first step of your initiation tonight. Each member must mark you before the night is over" The yellow stream hit his smooth chest. It made him shiver then feel warm. The odor was recognizable..in the darkness he was being pissed on by one, then another member until all standing around him were showering him. His cock hardened and that made him nervous. Perhaps the darkness would hide it. Would they want him if they knew he was queer? Mitch knew he was gay..he had known for years. When he and another boy jacked each other off in summer camps years ago, the other kid said it was normal for boys to experiment like that. But Mitch knew it was more then just sexual play. The feeling of a man's dick in his hand and a hand on his cock was the most fantastic sensation he had ever had. When the Camp Counselor was inspecting him for ticks and saw Mitch's dick get hard, he led him to another room. And there the Counselor taught Mitch about blowjobs. It was quite a summer and one that got Mitch so happy about sex he experimented whenever he could after that. The club member whose arms were broken seemed to know about Mitch. He kept hinting that with broken arms he couldn't even jack off. Mitch liked the guy and gladly helped him not only the day he was told to but after that quite a few times too. He did chores, even helped the man take a leak normally and massaged him. The taste of the guys cock in his mouth was wonderful and Mitch drained the guys prostate several times. Then begged the guy not to tell anyone..not even the club members. "That's pretty hard. We are required to tell everything to each other..it's part of our creed. Hell, I could get kicked out....but don't worry about it" Mitch never knew if the guy would tell others he was queer or not. The cold water they threw on him, got his attention. Mitch even yelped. Then pulled on his clothing and got back into the car. "BOOT, report" "SIR yes SIR" "BOOT, tell us how many times you masturbate and what you think about. Remember be honest" The car continued and Mitch knew the initiation was too. "SIR, I masturbate about four times every day SIR" There was silence. "BOOT you are not finished" "SIR" Mitch knew he could get kicked out of the car anytime he said something they didn't like "I have fantasized about women and men" he had told the truth. The car drove on until they slowed down among a bunch of old warehouses at the edge of town. This was where kids went to get stoned, drunk and laid. Nobody lived nearby and even the cops didn't waste their time here. Once in awhile there were stories of rape, robbery even murder here. "Honey, I know you're a teenager and like to have fun with your friends, but stay away from there..." his mother had repeated the horrible stories. "BOOT you are not allowed inside until you are in your jockstrap and ready for inspection. Knock when you're ready...or dress and leave" Carolos said as the group went inside one warehouse. He was breating slowly, trying to quiet down his stomach. Then slowly Mitch stripped naked and put his jock strap over his smoothly shaven crotch. He did one last check and found a hair here and there...which he yanked out suffering the little stabs of pain. Then he knocked. There was no answer. He pounded the door with his fist..and it opened. Standing in front of him was a huge guy. The man wore a black mask, no shirt and a black studded jock with black chaps. In his hand was a black leather studded paddle. "WHAT THE FUK DO YOU WANT?" "SIR I AM BOOT PREPARED FOR INSPECTION" Mitch yelled it so loud he knew that all could hear him. "WAIT HERE BOOT" The door closed. It seemed like hours as he waited. The night air began to chill him. His cock which had hardened then softened began to shrink as it always did when he was chilled. His mind, for some reason, thought of the huge wrestlers he liked to watch on televison. Maybe because the guy with the mask reminded him of them. He had gotten caught by his mother jacking off one night while watching them. She told him to go to bed and never said anything. But his embarassment about that night lasted. "Sorry about that night" he finally said to her. His mother laughed and said it was ok...all boys do that. But he was embarassed nevertheless. "BOOT IN" the door slammed open almost hitting Mitch. The huge guy stood there and yelled. He moved inside the darkened space. "STAND THERE FOR HAIR INSPECTION" Mitch stood where there guy pointed using the paddle as a pointer. A blindfold was put on Mitch adn then hands began to slide all over his body, removing his jockstrap, pushing him forward to check out his buttcracks too. His cock was rock hard....he couldn't help it. "Let's shower down" his cousin said and Mitch got into the shower stall with Bobby. The two little boys soaped each other feeling every part of each others body..then using soap they jacked themselves and each other off until their sperm mixed with the soapy water down the drain. They did that only once but Mitch loved it. "BOOT, YOU HAVE HAIR" the voice rang in his ear. Mitch began to complain "I checked, uh, SIR. I--" Hands yanked him as if they belonged to angry owners, to another place and he was forced to his knees. Mitche recognised Carolos voice. "BOOT I am disappointed. You did so well until now. But my soldeirs report that you have disobeyed us..there is hair " Mitch's cock was still hard..the sound of Carolos voice always aroused him. "AND YOUR FUCKING DICK SEEMS TO NOT CARE" A foot or something seemed to nudge his cock. Mitched jumped. "SIR we could shave him ourselves" another voice said. "BOOT you have a choice, we will do the job you didn't do or you can fucking leave" Mitch knew then this was part of the initiation. "SIR SHAVE ME SIR" Hands held him as if he were about to be tortured and the sound of the electric razor filled his ears. As it landed on his neck and moved up, Mitch knew how to find out who had just joined the club. In the hallways at school he had occasionally seen guys with their heads totally shaven. In fact he had seen one or two of them in the gym shower with shaven crotches too. They had been kidded but it didn't last long. "Makes me swim faster" and other excuses were told. But now Mitch knew they had been turned into club members as he was being. He too would be standing in the shower on Monday, naked, totally shaven head to toe and be kidded..and it made his cock arch in its erect state. The hair dropped to his shoulders..and onto his bended thighs. His mother would cry at loosing the hair. "Oh honey you have nice thick hair....don't cut it again" he had cut his hair to a flattop before going to summer camp one year and she was distraught. The feeling of cold shaving cream on his head made him shiver. His outstretched arms were still being held as someone turned his skull into a smooth head of skin. "BOOT, you are not acceptable..but you need to be punished for making us do the job you were supposed to do" Of course none of the shaving had been to his body...he had done his job and shaven himself smooth. "YES SIR" he said as he got on his hands and knees knowing the huge mane with the leather paddle would be striking him. "NO BOOT STAND" He stood and waited. "WHOEVER SHAVED HIM DESERVES THANKS..TAKE HIM TO THE ROOM AND THERE USE HIM AS YOU WISH" Mitch stumbled a bit as he was led into another small room..it was totally dark and warm. He remained there waiting. the blindfold remained so he didn't see who was slapping his face with their cock..and he didn't know whose cock he was soon sucking or whose sperm was splattering all over him. Nor did he know whose fingers were in his butthole. "It feels fantastic, try it" Bobby said in the shower. He was fingering his own butt as he jacked off. Mitch tried it and found it was a new and stimulating sensation. "Boy your butt is safe..don't worry." the voice said as the fingers played until Mitch felt sperm splatter on his back. "BOOT, you're a mess. If you are ready to be total property of your brothers, remove you jock strap and go outside" Mitch pulled off his jock. He was thrilled to know that his new brothers didn't seem to mind cocksuckers. Maybe the guy with the broken arms had told them, or maybe it WAS ok...after all guys were always horny. Hell, he had had sex with a neighbor man who was married with three kids. "You're a hot looking young man" the guy had told him as they lay on the apartment building roof in the sun. "Thanks sir" Mitch had said to the guy. He had seen him before..and even talked breifly. "My wife and kids have been out of town for two weeks..shit, I'm so horny I could make love to a refrigerator" the man said Mitch lauged "I know what you mean" "Yeah, I guess boys your age are always horny" the man sympathised "Know what I used to do at your age when I couldn't stand it anymore?" Mitch didn't reply but the man continued. "I had a special friend, real close you know, and we just helped each other out now and then...you know what I mean?" Mitch knew of course. They lay in the sun a while longer. Mitch saw the man occasionally position his cock. Mitch did the same....it was a signal he knew. "Hey it's time to cool off, want to come down for a beer?" Mitch was in the man's apartment drinking a cold beer. "We should shower" the man sat on the toilet watching Mitch strip naked and shower first. Then he man did the same as Mitch and he talked. They walked naked into the bedroom and the man began to make love to Mitch until it happened. Mitch was face down, his massaged back and shoulders feeling wonderful and his asshole invaded by the mans fingers. "Just bite on the pillow if you need to" the man hissed and then the stab of pain as he entered Mitch. Mitch already knew that eventually the pain would subside so he endured until it became pleasure and he was fucked for the first time. Mitch and the man fucked many more times...and then the entire family moved. The night air chilled him. Mitch had removed his jockstrap inside and tossed it somewhere. He was led outside and knelt when he was told to. The streams warmed him..as each member marked him as property of the club. His cock hardened..and Mitch didn't care if they saw now. He knew he wasn't the only queer in the club, or at least not the only one who liked man sex. They still wanted him and he wanted to belong. The large splash of water was warm this time..as someone washed him off. "BOOT, the next step is for you to reveal yourself totally to the membership" He was led inside and knelt again. He heard voices all around him. "BOOT you are not a member yet. But you have progressed to becoming property of each and every member of this club. Do you accept that fact?" "SIR-YES-SIR" it came out as one word. "As property, whenever you are addressed by you new name, you will do whatever you are told...NO is not allowed, do you understand?" "SIR YES SIR" A wide leather collar was placed around his neck and a lock snapped. "ONLY I HAVE THE KEY BOOT" Mitch wore the collar day and night after that. There would be nights when he would paint someones room, help them do homework, suck cock, be fucked, run naked around a house full of women, play soccer naked in the night air, run across town to answer a phone, and help other people. It would be a continual test of his obedience. Mitchs mother worried his school work would suffer, but instead it seemed to do better. Perhaps the evenings spent at club members house doing homework with them helped him as well as them. Perhaps the evenings spent naked laying on his stomach doing reading assighments while club members did the same made it even more fun.... There was kidding in the gym shower at his totally shaven head and body. His mother did freak out..and the collar he had to wear got comments from teachers and others alike. Mitch knelt naked for the final night. His mind, body and self had become a part of the group around him. He had played the game and deserved to be rewarded. The collar was removed. "BOOT you are now a full member....stand with your brothers" Mitch stood as the group applauded. "And as reward for your faithful service, you will have one wish fulfilled by another member" The rest of the meeting was fun, talking, eating drinking and making plans for a club camping trip. "Well? Have you decided your wish?" Carolos asked Mitch. Mitch whispered his wish and Carolos smiled. It was two am when Mitch arrived. Carolos was waiting as were the huge guy, named Greg and another boy, the one whose arms had been broken though he now was out of the cast. Mitch entered without a word and stripped naked. The collar was placed around his neck and he served as slave to the three all night long. Paddles, whip, bondage, assfucking, cock sucking and partying filled the night and most of the next day. His wish fulfilled, Mitch stretched his naked body and relunctantly dressed to go home....now a man of pride, accepted as queer and a member of the secret club. His name BOOT would follow him the rest of his life..for he had found it suited him perfectly. Finally, he knew who he was..and that he belonged!

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Date: Sun, 21 Nov 1999 19:34:50 -0500 From: Laylah Subject: Balancing Accounts Michael thumbed through the mail as the elevator climbed to the twenty-second floor. Out of habit, he sorted it, separating his from Eric's. Unconsciously, he noted that Eric had several similar looking notices from the bank. They had been living together for nearly a year. And they were planning a trip to the Caymans in less than a month to declare their lives to each other in the presence of their closest friends and family. Despite their mutual commitment, they had decided to maintain separate bank accounts, splitting the bills and the mortgage in a fair manner to avoid fruitless and destructive arguments about money. Michael stepped off the elevator and put his key in the door. Once inside, he was delighted to get a whiff of something delicious cooking. Eric poked his head out of the kitchen and said, "Hey!" Michael planted a kiss on his lips and said, "Hey you. What're you up to?" Eric disappeared back inside the kitchen and said over his shoulder, "Got home a little early. So, I decided to make dinner tonight." Michael dropped the mail on the dining room table, set down his brief case and started to shrug out of his coat. "Hmmm!! Smells delicious!" Eric grinned back at him and said, "Glass of wine?" "You bet! Is it Friday?" Eric laughed. "Close enough!" Michael walked into the kitchen and reached into the cupboard to retrieve a glass. He popped the cork of the open bottle of red and poured himself a healthy shot. He got his hand whacked for stealing a fresh tomato from the salad that Eric was preparing. He laughed and left Eric to his preparations to sip his wine and inspect the mail. "How was your day?" he asked as he emerged from the kitchen. "Fine. Looks like we have a real shot at the Brighton account." "That's great, Eric!" Michael said. And then, "Hey, you got a couple of notices from Chase. What's that about?" Eric looked up quickly from the lettuce that he was tearing apart, his face grew warm and he said, "Oh that. It's nothing. Just a mix up." Michael look over at him curiously as he opened a credit card statement. "A mix up?" Eric concentrated on the lettuce, "Yeah. A mix up." Michael waited. Then he said flatly, "Eric. You're a terrible liar." "Look. I said it was nothing, alright?" Eric said a little too hotly. He began to shred the lettuce angrily. The silence thickened between them. Michael put down his wine and walked back into the kitchen, crossed his strong arms across his body and leaned back against the counter. He watched Eric carefully and said, "You don't have to tell me, Eric. It's your money. It's your business." Eric's shoulders sagged a bit and he dropped the lettuce into the bowl. "I bounced a couple of checks, alright? I guess I lost track of some stuff. The bank called me today." "What checks did you bounce?" "Look. I made some phone calls. Everything is going to be fine. I took care of it, okay? I transferred some money from my savings and it's fine." "What checks did you bounce, Eric?" he asked again quietly. Eric sighed, "Just a couple of my credit cards and--and the mortgage payment." Michael took a deep breath and tensed his jaw. He had little patience for mismanagement of the finances. It was one reason why they decided to keep separate accounts. And Eric knew it. It was pointless to lecture him. He stepped quickly away from the counter and Eric flinched. "Finish dinner. We'll talk about this later," he said as he left the kitchen. Dinner was delicious even if the conversation was a bit strained. Eric lost his patience once, "Hey, Mike, listen! I didn't mean to..." Michael interrupted, "I said we'll talk about it later." End of subject. For now. They cleared the table together and put the dishes in the sink. When they finished, Michael suddenly pulled Eric to him. He grabbed a fistful of his shoulder length hair and buried his tongue deep down Eric's throat. He invaded his mouth until his best friend sagged against his body and wrapped himself in his arms. Michael pulled his face away slightly, still gripping his hair and stared into Eric's crystal blue eyes. He said, "Eric. I love you. You know that--" He sighed. "When are you going to learn? When are you going to grow up?" Tears were shining in Eric's eyes. "I'm sorry--" was all that he could whisper. "Don't ever lie to me, Eric!" Michael hissed, suddenly angry. "Not ever!" "I--I'm sorry, Michael." Michael pushed him away and reached for Eric's belt. He unbuckled it roughly and pulled it from his waist. His eyes were locked on Eric's as he unbuttoned his pants and began pushing them down over his hips. "Michael! No!! Please!!" Eric tried to push himself away. But, Michael's firm was grip. Eric found himself being shoved unceremoniously over the kitchen counter, his boxer shorts hobbled him around his knees. "Please!! No!! Don't do it!!" Michael laid his forearm over Eric's back and held him steady while he folded the leather strap. Eric's tried to cover his exposed backside. Michael grabbed his hand and twisted it behind his back, holding him firmly. He raised the belt and lowered it with all of his strength. Eric screamed, "Nooo!!" His pleas were ignored. The strap came down again and again. Red stripes raised angrily on his backside. He wriggled and tried to escape the punishment. "No please no please no-- Aaaahhhh!" as the leather crashed down loudly. Michael's grip was like iron. Over and over again, he brought the belt down hard. The loud smack of the strap echoed in the kitchen. After an eternity, it stopped. Michael dropped the belt to the floor. His breath was ragged with exertion. Eric was sobbing. Michael released his grip and pulled his man into his embrace. He held him tightly in his arms and felt the tears soaking his shirt. "Shhh-- ssshhh-- I'm sorry, Baby. I'm so sorry--" he crooned, soothingly. Eric sobbed, "No-- I-I'm sorry-- Oh, God! I love you so much!" "I know," Michael said as he kissed away salty tears. "I know you do. It's okay." Michael held him until Eric's tears began to subside. He gently stroked his hair and whispered warm assurances of devotion into his ear. "Come on--" he said quietly. Eric slipped his boxers up over his stinging bottom and cringed. They left the kitchen together and headed for the bedroom.

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From: D One Subject: Weekend Job Interview Date: Tue, 08 Sep 1998 18:47:39 GMT Jim talked on the phone for about twenty minutes answering all the questions he could. The voice on the line was friendly and seemed interested. "You sound ok. But of course we'll have to meet first. The job is for the summer through the harvest. You'll get room, board and your money will be put in an account which you'll get at the end of the summer. And all the farm hands will pool tips for you three and that will be divided at the end of the job too. If we do real well in the harvest, I'll match whatever they give you." "What do I have to do?" Jim asked. "Simple, your job is to take care of the bunkhouse, keep it clean, help the hands with their personal needs, keep them happy in every way....don't worry nothing will happen to you three. We all take good care of our bunkhouse boys". Jim arrived at the farm one hundred miles away by bus. The smiling man standing by a pickup truck walked towards him. "Jim? Marvin. We talked on the phone. This here is Bobby, he's being interviewed too." The truck drove an hour away from the town....on dirt roads and through forests so thick, Jim couldn't see any sign of civilization. Then suddenly the woods ended and acres upon acres of fields appeared. "This is it. There's a lot..so you can see we work our hands pretty hard. That's why the bunkhouse boys need to take special care of our workers. Most come back each year and work Spring through the harvest then take off somewhere." Jim felt at home somehow. He had been a foster kid on a farm...one of the nicer parts of his childhood and he remembered it fondly. Now, out of school, and no longer a ward of the social worker system, he was on his own, trying to find a life..a place where he belonged...and maybe people he belonged with too. "You two will be meeting some of the hands. Not all of them are here yet. If you hit it off and like what you see and do, you can stay. If not, I'll pay you for the weekend and get you back to the bus on Monday." "Cool" Bobby said. He didn't say much. "It's beautiful" Jim said almost breathing the words. Marvin's hand rested on his thigh and squeezed. "I thought you'd like it." The farm was beautiful too. Several buildings surrounded a large house. All were painted white with blue trim. There were several trucks around and a little activity. "I see some of the boys have been arriving. Why don't you two go help them with their stuff? Take your bags in too..there are three lockers at the end of the barracks..they're for you." Bobby and Jim hesitantly walked up to three men who were carrying bags and lockers off a truck. "Great the boys are here" one of them said and the two were soon helping carrying in the farm hand's gear. "Guess these are our lockers" Bobby said. They found the three lockers against the wall. On each of them were written names, Mark, Tim, Carlos. "They're last years boys. Nice kids....worked hard and had great butts" one of the farm hands said. "Not as nice as yours, but good" he smacked Bobby's butt and laughed. "Where do we sleep?" Jim asked Bobby. Bobby looked at him as if he were nuts. "Don't worry, there are ten beds here" They looked at the barracks with partitions separating the ten beds. Some beds had rolled up mattresses and others were obviously occupied. "You two working or just looking?" Marvin asked. They got a tour of the barracks, the huge shower room, the upstairs storage and a separate room with one bed. "This is when someone is sick and needs to be alone. Don't use it for anything else....unless one of the hands wants to that is." The main house had a large dining room and kitchen. "You'll help out here too, serving and cleaning up mainly. The cooks are great..so watch out you don't put on weight..our hands like our boys lean...." Marvin paused by a doorway "The basement is something special. I don't take the boys down there at first, it can scare them off. But if you stick around, sooner or later you'll be down there." Dinner was great. Bobby and Jim ate with everyone else that evening. "OK boys, come back in a couple of hours for the interviewing.....it should be an all nighter judging from the two boys here" Two hours later, the men started gathering. Marvin had told Jim and Bobby to change into shorts and tee shirts. The two served beers. "nice legs kid" one man said to Jim. Bobby too seemed to be getting some attention..especialy to his bubble butt. "If these are any indication of what the third will be....I may take a cut in pay" one of the hands said provoking laughter. Bobby and Jim talked to the men, answering questions and even asked a few. "Come" one of the men stood and tapped Jim on the shoulder. They went upstairs. "Got to take a leak...be right back" the man didn't close the door as he pulled out his penis. Jim tried not to be obvious about looking but the size of the mans cock mesmorized him. "That's better" the man turned facing Jim as he put his cock away. "Like what you see?" "Oh uh sorry" Jim said. "That's ok, kid you'll see it again very soon" They went into a small room. "We use this for interviews.....you'll see enough of the barracks" The man stopped and began to strip. Jim stood watching....again stunned at the mans' body. His muscles, definined stomach and his hardening cock. "OK your turn" Jim's hands shook as he peeled his shirt off and then his shoes. His shorts came off next. "Nice. Marvin sure can pick em. Let's see what you can do with this" he held his cock up and Jim knelt knowing what he was supposed to do instinctively. He had been very young the first time he sucked a cock. The older kid in one of his foster homes had introduced him to doing it..and Jim liked it...the sex, the taste and the orgasm that were all a part of it. "Nice mouth......" Jim let the mans sperm splash all over him.......showering in it. "Good. You stay here...I'll send up the others" Each farm hand came up to use Jim's mouth..and eventually his butt. "Come on down" Marvin appeared as Jim was recovering from the last buttfuck. He grabbed his shorts. "You wont' need those" Marvin said putting his arm around Jim's shoulder. "The guys like you...." he added as he patted Jims back. Bobby was there in the living room sucking on one of the men's cocks. He was bare ass like Jim. Around the living room the men were in various stages of undress, some stroking, others drinking or smoking and some watching Bobby sucking. "Time for a show..you recovered?" one of the men asked of Jim. Jim nodded his head. "Dont' rush em..we got all night" Marvin said "Hell we got all year, but we want to see the two of them go at each other" and the group laughed. Bobby looked up at Jim and smiled. A pile of cushions were thrown on the floor and Bobby moved to the stack. Jim knelt and accepted a beer given him. He tilted his head back and let it fall down his throat. The men laughed and applauded. "And he's a good drinker too. That'll come in handy." one said and there were a few other comments that told Jim this group was into more then just oral and anal sex. Bobby and Jim kissed. Their hands explored each other. Bobby reminded Jim of one of the kids in a youth home he had lived in for the last couple of years. Like Bobby the kid had a nice boyish face and round butt. And like Bobby, the kid loved to kiss. "Shit look at the two of them" "Like two animals" "Can't wait to see who fucks who" Jim heard all the comments. Bobby's finger up his ass told him that Bobby wanted to fuck. Jim poked his finger in Bobby's ass in response. The knew that they'd both be fucking each other. And fuck they did. Jim was coated with sweat when his body exploded deep inside Bobby's guts. He had hardly recovered when Bobby was on top of him holding his ankles up and driving his dick deep. Jim yelped but took it, closing his eyes and thinking of the tall man who had first fucked him. It was an Uncle with whom he lived for only a year. The man was tall and hairy..and made Jim sleep with him all the time. Jim didn't know why..but found out. He thought he was supposed to suck the man....but instead learned it was his ass the man wanted. In time, Jim loved the feeling of the mansized cock opening him up...and when it wasn't inside him, he missed it. "Shit look at the kid go......" Jim opened his eyes. Bobby looked like he was in pain. His smooth boyish body of muscles tensed up so tight it changed his appearance. His chest were two knots, his gut was so tight it looked like only muscles, his face was changing expression with each hip thrust and his legs were like expanded muscles. Bobby pulled his cock out just as it spit its streams of cum all over Jim..and Jim realized his own cock was pouring out cum at the same time...without him touching it. "Shit..what a show. These two are going to be fun" They showered together..Bobby and Jim washing each other casually like they had been doing this for years. "What do you think....is this going to be a great job or what?" Bobby said. He was a kid on vacation working until he had to return to college. His father, a friend of Marvins, sent him here to learn to be a man. Bobby told Jim his history. Jim added his own skectcy facts of being orphaned, in foster homes, living with an uncle, getting into trouble with drugs and living in a youth home until he was 18..then being released. "Call this number...if you get the job, you'll get a new start in life. And I think this is the job for you" his social worker said. Mr. Williams, a nice man and openly gay had never put the moves on him. Jim liked him for that although he once asked, "Don't you like me?" Williams smiled and said, "Not everyone who likes you wants sex..some just like you for being you" Jim didn't understand that but liked Williams even more for saying it. As they returned to the living room with towels around their wastes, the men applauded. Most of them were still naked. "Take it easy guys, they're new" "New meat, you mean" Bobby was waved over and responded sitting between two men who took his towel off and begin to play with him. Jim got another beer and downed it....while his towel too was removed. The morning sun found the two boys sandwiched with cocks in their throats and asses again. "Breakfast in an hour" Marvin announced. "We've got ours" the two men fucking Jim said. "The kids need food too" Marvin said. "After breakfast, why don't we take em downstairs?" someone said. "We'll see...." Marvin said. Jim and Bobby went with Marvin downstairs. "The men all like you and want you to stay. You'll have farm work to do too, and that will build your bodies up I dare say. You already know what else you'll have to do." He smiled "And you seem to love doing that I might add". He turned on the lights. Around the basement were mattresses, a couple of tables, a tall cage, some straps hanging from the ceiling, a hammock in the corner and a large cabinet with all kinds of leather and metal things on the wall. "I normally wait to show this to the new kids. Don't want to scare you. But the men said I should...just so you know everything. That way, you can make a decision." Bobby held up a black leather mask. "I used one of these once" he said "it was scary but hot" "How about you, anything look familiar?" Marvin said to Jim. Jim saw something very familiar. A handle with several black leather strands hanging from it. He had been caught smoking dope and the house master too him into the living room and made everyone watch as he stripped naked and had his hands tied above his head to an overhead beam. The housemaster whipped him head to toe..making his spread his legs so the whip could hit him under and between. Jim remembering suffering but also the embarassment when everyone noticed his cock was not only rock hard but exploded sometime during the punishment. "Not yet, but sometime you three will clean this place up and get it ready. We have visitors now and then, boys and men..so this playroom will be part of your life in the coming months". Upstairs they met the third kid. Karl had just arrived and was being talked to by the few hands who remained. He saw Jim and Bobby, still naked, and responsed "Great, I hoped this would be fun" Karl was undressed by Jim and Bobby and the three spent the afternoon sucking and fucking the farm hands who came back to the house during the afternoon and evening. "Downstairs" Marvin said. The three naked boys waited and soon heard the steps of the men coming. The night would be full of their suffering, sex, exploration, punihsment and orgasms. Monday morning they were busy helping the cook serve breakfast. "The rest will be in by Wednesday or Thursday. You three will have to clean the barracks, the basement, and get to work on the barn" Marvin talked to the boys. Bobby wore some bib overalls without a shirt looking like a porno posterboy, Karl had a tank top and cutoffs on and Jim wore some cutoffs and no shirt. "That is, if the three of you are accepting the job." "Let's get to work" Jim spoke for all three. It had been a hell of a summer. Fall had cooled off the temperature. Most of the hands had gotten their pay and packed off to wherever they went. Marvin counted out the money and added his promised match. "It's been a great season..and you three helped the guys work harder then I ever saw". It was true. The boys not only did their own chores, waited for their men to arrive to help them shower and get cleaned up, but occasionally went out into the fields to help out too. All three were more muscled and fit then when they arrived. Bobby wore his favoriate bib overalls..his shoulders had become round, his baby smooth skin had tanned and his butt, if possible, had become more rounder. Jim not only was more fit then ever, but something else had happened. "Have a good trip guys" Marvin said to Bobby and Karl as Jim helped his two buddies put their bags in the back of the pickup truck. Jim stood there waving as the two left. He was sad to see them go and knew he'd be spending some of the money he had earned to visit both during the coming fall. Jim meanwhile, would stay behind. He had accepted the job fulltime to help run the house and especially the basement. "We have weekend fun here. Men and boys from all around come over here during the winter. Some are married ... so you have to be discreet." Marvin said. Jim pulled off his clothing nad put on the new black leather pants Marvin had given him. He looked good in them. The wide black leather collar added something more sexy to his look too. His cock enlarged and was clearly seen through his trousers. Houseboy..and dungeon slave" was his job title. "You look hot" Marvin watched his new protegee. It was a cold, windy, snowy winter..with only one hotspot in the county. Marvin's farm was already well known..and it's fame got larger that Winter. Cars and trucks would park behind the barn and sheds..so they couldn't be seen from the main road. Men and boys would discreetly enjoy the basement....guided by the leather clad dungeonslave known as Jim. "Next summer, we need to find two boys to work with you in the barracks again" Marvin said in February. "Why not get Bobby and Karl back?" Jim asked. He had spent early January at Bobby's campus dorm....Karl had joined them so the three could recount their summer and enjoy each other again. "Why not?" Marvin asked "You're in charge" Jim had found a new life..a fulltime job and all because of that weekend job interview....he did good.

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Date: Wed, 21 Jun 2000 21:19:07 EDT From: G -Man Subject: Midnight Surprise WARNING !!! The following story contains graphic depictions of consensual and non-consensual man/boy sexual acts. If you find this type of material to be offensive, or are under the legal age in your area to view such material, then STOP now and leave. All real names of the persons and places in this story have been changed to avoid any conflict with hypocritical right wingers. If you enjoy this story, please feel free to let me know. Midnight Surprise First a little background. I was 17 years old, 137 pounds of lean boy, light brown hair on my head and smooth EVERYWHERE else. For the most part I was pretty much void of chest hair, and the hair on my legs and arms was negligible. All that had been in my crotch; I shaved off every other day in the shower. I liked the way it made my 7-inch circumcised cock look and feel. I was also sporting a nice tan, except where my bikini covered me, as I really enjoyed being outdoors. My groin area and buttcheeks were very pale white. I had never had sex yet with a girl and didn't really think about it much. I had a few experiences with a boy from school in the gym locker room after practice. But nothing ever went beyond some mutual masturbation or a quick blowjob for either of us. I never really considered myself gay, but I knew I wasn't that turned on by the girls either. Now for the story. I had just gotten my driver's license two weeks prior, and now my family and me were on our annual camping trip to a relatively local camping ground. There was my dad, mom, two brothers, and my sister. I was the oldest. Every year since I was about 5, my dad had taken us on the outing for a week in the summer. He would pack up the camper and hook it up to the wagon and away we would go to the campground only an hour away. This year, since I had just gotten my license, I begged to drive by myself in my "new" used car. It took some pleading, but my parents finally agreed, as I had to grow up and be trusted at some point. We all took off for the camp ground, me following close behind my family ahead of me. When we got there, we all pitched in setting up camp. I brought along my own two-man tent to set up in one corner of the lot. All of the lots were pretty secluded and large enough for several campers. There was an inground pool, gameroom, nice bathrooms and shower areas, a store, and even a laundry room at the campground. You could literally live there all summer if you wanted too. Once camp was set up, we basically scattered in all directions to go play, hike, or see the sights. My parents always liked to just walk through the campground looking at all of the other set ups people had. I myself headed for the pool after ducking into my tent for a quick change into my bikini style bathing suit. It drove the girls and some guys wild. I knew this from all of the stares I got whenever I wore it. My mom hated it, but my dad always told me to flaunt it if I had it. I did just that. Draping a huge towel over my shoulder and putting on my flip-flops, I headed for the pool area. Once there, I opened the gate and went in. I was a little surprised to find the pool nearly empty with the exception of two older campers floating on rafts in the shallow end. Taking notice of the lifeguard on duty, I couldn't help but notice his very well toned young body. He had short-cropped blonde hair and I would guess he wasn't more than 21. His chest was flat and hairless, his stomach was rippled a little, and his legs looked quite muscular with faint blonde hair on them. His body was a nice golden brown from being in the sun all day every day, and he glistened from the suntan oil he was applying to himself. The only part of him I couldn't see was his crotch and butt, partly because he was sitting so high in the tall towering chair, and partly of course by the red bikini he was wearing too. He smiled at me and I smiled back, both of us nodding our "hello's". I hung my towel and walked over to the diving board. The old folks never even glanced my way. I stood there for a few seconds with my arms extended high above my head, concentrating on my dive. I kept my head still, but looked in the guard's direction to see that he was watching me closely. From my point of view now, being perched up a little higher on the diving board, I could see he was packing a lot of something in his briefs. He slowly let his hand travel down his chest and across the huge bulge in his trunks and gave it a little rub. I almost couldn't concentrate. I stepped forward, took a bounce, then dove into the pool. I nearly glided to the shallow end and scared the old people. I swam back to the ladder, got out and headed again to the diving board. This time I stood there, letting the water drip from my body while the sun warmed me. Glancing over in the guard's direction again, I could see him lightly stroking himself. His cock was still in his bikini, but it was aimed straight up towards his belly button almost poking it's head out from the fabric. I felt my face go flush and a twinge of excitement in my own cock. Soon I could feel the additional pressure in my shorts from my expanding flesh. I dove back into the water, where I stayed a while, to cool down and hide my erection. Pretty soon others started coming into the pool area, so I got out and left. I noticed the guard watching me the entire time I was walking away. He was getting a nice long look at my firm round boy butt. I went to the shower room to clean the chlorine from my body, then headed for the campsite, where my mom was busy making dinner preparations. We ended up cooking wienies on the open fire, and then marshmallows. Hey what's a campout with them right? We all stayed up pretty late telling stories around the campfire. By 12:30am, my dad said it was time to hit the hay. They all filed into the camper, and I headed for my tent. Once inside, I zipped down the flap and crashed down on my sleeping bag. I took off my shirt and sweatpants, leaving only my white cotton BVD's. I lay there for a while thinking about the lifeguard that afternoon and how he watched me while stroking himself. I started getting horny and by now had a raging hardon. Being in the tent by myself, I could now jack off without anybody knowing. At first I slowly caressed my strong erection, lightly touching it with my fingertips. It was very warm to the touch. Then I grasped it in my left hand and started jacking it up and down. I reached for my duffel bag and took out a bottle of baby oil, which I always kept handy, and poured some into my hand. Capping the bottle, I set it aside, but not into the bag. Then I reached for my throbbing cock with my hand and lubed myself up good. Soon my arm was pistoning hard and fast as beads of sweat formed on my brow and upper lip. Breathing in through my teeth, I sucked in the night air trying to catch my breath. My right hand traveled up to my left tit and tweaked and twisted as I jacked off. Pretty soon my cum was flying up onto my hard nipples, my neck, and even onto my face in a couple of spots. When I came to rest, I took my right hand and scooped up my spunk from several places, transferring it to my mouth, where I eagerly licked and sucked them clean. I was actually pretty well cleaned up by the time I was finished. Soon I rolled over onto my stomach and drifted off into a deep sleep. The next thing I remember, somebody tying my wrists together behind my back awakened me. I tried to say something, but there was a gag in my mouth that was tied in the back of my head. I couldn't see too well because of the darkness and my position. I tried to get up or move, but the person's weight was too much for me. I was scared as hell and breathed heavily through my nose. I felt the person slowly rub his hands over my covered buttcheeks, kneading and caressing them in unison. Then I felt something odd. The person slightly lifted the back band of my underpants, and soon I felt the cold night air on my exposed ass cheeks. This fucker had cut my underwear right off of me. I squirmed as I came to realize his intentions. He brought his face near my ear and whispered, "Boy! If you move one more time, if you scream out or make any noise, I'm going to use this on you instead of your underpants. Now lay still and be quiet and this will all be over in no time. Hell kid, you just may enjoy it too". And with that he lifted himself back up. Now I was really scared. I heard him stand, but I did not dare make a move. I could hear him taking off his pants and was in shock as they came falling to the floor next to my face. It was the red bikinis that the lifeguard had been wearing. They smelled like a mixture of chlorine and sperm. It was almost intoxicating. Well at least now I knew who, but I wasn't sure I was ready for this. Remember, my ass was still virgin territory. He knelt back down behind me between my legs, pulling my now ruined underwear from underneath me and tossing them to the side. That's when he noticed my bottle of baby oil and picked it up. "Hmmmm, this will come in very handy kid. Lucky for you I found this huh?" I could only nod in agreement. "Ever done this before kid?", he asked. I shook my head no. This seemed to turn him on even more and he said, "Gooood. I like a nice fresh young virgin butthole every now and then". The lifeguard bent his head down and spread my soft buttcheeks, licking inside of the globes of flesh. He licked all up and down my crack leaving a trail of spittle in his wake. His tongue hit dead center of my asshole and darted inside with a few quick jabs. I moaned through the gag at the extreme pleasure he was giving me. "You like that don't you kid?", he whispered. Again, all I could do was nod in approval. By now I was rock hard again, with my dick being crushed by my own weight underneath me. He sat back up and fished under me and I readily lifted up to allow him to grasp my smooth cock. "Hmmmm, no hair?", he questioned, "What's up with that kid, do you shave it off or something"? Again, only a nod for yes. "Ahhh, a kinky little shit aren't you?", he said as he started stroking my cock. By now I was on my knees with my shoulders still on the ground, with my ass sticking right up in the air. This caused my butt to open up a little wider, and he saw the opportunity there to continue sucking out my ass. I thought I was going to cum right then and there as his tongue burrowed deep into my asshole, while he stroked my bare cock. Then he pulled back and reached for the baby oil. I knew what was next and I started crying a little bit. I was a little embarrassed by crying, but fear had taken over. "Be quiet you little shit!", he snapped through clenched teeth, "I swear I'll cut you up if you wake anybody. Now just steady yourself and push back when you start to feel the pressure. OK?". I nodded again. I heard him then squirt some of the oil onto his hand and onto his cock. Then I felt the cold oil in my ass crack, running down over my balls. With one hand I heard him working the baby oil onto his hard cock, while the other hand rubbed the oil into my crack. First one finger, then two of his fingers slipped into my ass. I could hear the slopping noise as his fingers went in and out of me, readying me for his intrusion. I had always dreamt of getting fucked in the ass, but not quite this way. Not quite this brutal. I was almost in tears again just thinking about how he was going to fuck me hard and rip my virgin ass apart with his huge cock. At the same time I started becoming more responsive to his manipulation of my asshole and I found myself rocking backwards to meet his thrusting fingers. "Ahhhhh, so you do like it, don't you kid?" he hissed at me then suddenly withdrew his fingers with a loud wet sucking noise. My butt did not want to let go of him. "Here kid, try some of this" he said, and he scooted closer to my ass, now rubbing the head of his cock against my hole. I bit the gag in my mouth and squeezed my eyes shut tightly as he started his assault on my ass. He started pushing forward into me, his big cock head leading the way. The pain was unbelievable and I felt as if I was being torn in two. A sharp pain ripped through my asshole as the cock head made it's way into the tight opening. The lifeguard paused there for a second or two to let me get used to the large intrusion in my butt. I was breathing very hard now through my nose while tears rolled down my face. He didn't give me much of a rest before he continued on with the rape of my ass. He inched his was into me slowly but steadily for about thirty seconds until I could feel his pubic hairs, and warm body, crushed up against my butt cheeks. At this point he was all the way into me. The feeling was like nothing I had ever felt before in my life. I felt like my shitter was full, very full. I heard him moan a low guttural growl when he finally did hit bottom. Both of his hands were on my hips to hold me steady in place. The next thing I knew he was pulling out so that the only thing left inside of me was his cock head making me feel very empty, then he pushed forward again filling me up once more. The pain was slowly subsiding as he started to rock back and forth into me and I felt myself give in to the pleasure part of it all. Even my cock was now at full attention slapping up against my belly as he pounded into me from behind. I was really starting to get into this. All of the sudden he stopped fucking me and just knelt there buried halfway up my ass. I heard him breathing hard. I pushed back against him, not wanting him to stop now. Hell, I was enjoying this too much now. "That's it kiddo. Fuck yourself on my big cock. Ahhhh, that's a good boy. Show me how much you like it and I'll give you some more", he said. Now he was tormenting me on top of everything else. I rocked myself as best I could, without loosing my balance, against his body so that I was doing the fucking. Well, sort of anyway. He reached around in front of me and grabbed my hard cock with a well-oiled hand and started stroking me. Pretty soon my movements were enough to make his cock slide in and out of my ass at the same time I was literally fucking his hand. It was all just too much for me. I felt my cum well up inside of my nuts to travel along my shaft. I shot load after load of my hot cum out into his hand and onto my sleeping bag. My ass reacted by contracting around his cock even tighter than it had been. It was almost like my ass was sucking his cock. Now the lifeguard let go of my prick and grabbed my hips firmly. He started fucking me harder and harder. His nuts were slapping up against mine as he pulled me then pushed me, rocking me furiously back and forth. I knew it wouldn't be long now before he was shooting his cum up my ass. The smell of baby oil and the sounds of wet slapping and smacking permeated the small two-man tent. The feel of my tight asshole sucking on his huge cock was too much for him to handle and he started blasting his cum up inside of me. With every squirt of his sperm, he gave a lunge forward. I counted six of them by the time he came to rest on my back with his cock still deep inside of me. He slowly let my body down to the sleeping bag as my legs straightened out behind me. He never removed his cock from the tight grip of me ass. We were both breathing hard and sweating like pigs. We fell asleep like that. In the morning I woke with a shudder as I heard kids playing outside of my tent. I felt a pain in my ass then noticed my underwear were gone. I suddenly remembered what had happened last night. The guard had left me sometime during the night, but he did leave me a present. He left me his red bikini shorts, which I still have today. As I got up to get dressed, I noticed cum stains all over my sleeping bag and I felt something tacky on the inside of my ass cheeks. I reached back to see what it was and when I brought my fingers back around, they were shiny with blood and sperm. The lifeguard had taken my cherry ass and left a nice big deposit of his cum there in its place. I just smiled, thinking, this is going to be a great summer vacation. The End...for now. Tell me what you think of the story.

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Date: Sat, 01 Jul 2000 09:09:29 EDT From: G -Man Subject: Midnight Surprise 2 - Gay WARNING !!! The following story contains graphic depictions of consensual and non-consensual man/boy sexual acts. If you find this type of material to be offensive, or are under the legal age in your area to view such material, then STOP now and leave. All real names of the persons and places in this story have been changed to avoid any conflict with hypocritical right wingers. If you enjoy this story, please feel free to let me know. "Midnight Surprise - Part2" I finally emerged from my tent to find the sun shinning and birds singing. It was going to be a beautiful day. My family had already eaten breakfast and scattered about the campground. I decided it would be a good time to take my sleeping bag over to the laundry to get it cleaned up a bit. My mom would shit if she found my dried cum all over it. I bundled it up along with a few other things and headed for the laundry room. I read a magazine while waiting, but couldn't stop thinking about last nights events with the lifeguard. I sprang a boner and tried to hide it as best I could under the mag. The last buzzer went off on the dryer and I started back to our site. When I got there, my mom was just coming out of the camper. "Well hello sleepy head. Sleep well last night?", she asked. "Yeah, I slept great", and smiled back. "What are you doing with your sleeping bag?", she asked. I had to cover so I said, "It smelled musty, so I went to wash it. I didn't want to bother you with it, so I did it myself". She smiled and took my answer for what it was and continued with her fastidious "mom" things around the camp site. I put my things away and thought I should probably get a shower. I grabbed my things and headed for the showers. This late in the day, almost noon, I thought for sure their wouldn't be anybody there to scope out. Bummer, I thought, but at least I could have a nice slow wank in the shower. I pulled the door open and heard a shower running and thought to myself "what luck, I may just get to see some dick after all". The showers were at the far end of the bathrooms and just around the corner, each shower having its own generously sized stall with a curtain. As of yet, I still hadn't seen anybody in there. I made my way back to the shower stalls and noticed one stall was occupied. The curtain was not fully pulled across and I could just make out through the steam that it was the lifeguard from last night. I froze in my tracks and my dick came to attention. He had shampoo all over his head and face and his eyes were shut tight so he didn't see me as I approached. I watched him through the opening of the curtain as he blindly soaped his body, pivoting and turning. His tanned body was muscular and smooth and his cock sprang out in front of him. The soap and shampoo slithered down his body and into his butt crack and around his pointed cock. I decided right then and there that this was when I would get my revenge fuck on him. I pulled the curtain back slowly, stepped inside and drew the curtain closed, just in case anybody else came in. Standing just inches behind him, I waiting for just the right moment. He was in no obvious hurry and had started jacking off, no doubt replaying the fucking he gave me last night in my tent. The bastard. In one swift move, I swung my arm around him and grabbed his mouth, at the same time placing the shampoo bottle in the middle of his back. My dick was resting right at his crack waiting for entry into him. I breathed heavily into his ear, "Make one move mother fucker, and I'll stab you good. He couldn't open his eyes because of the shampoo on his face. "Is this Chris?", he asked. I didn't know who the hell Chris was, but I wasn't planning on telling him who I was either. "Never mind who I am. Now get down on your knees mother fucker and suck my cock", I pushed down on his shoulder leading him to the floor and stuck my hard prick in his face brushing against his lips. "Take it nice and slow", I said and inched my cock past his lips into his mouth. He closed his lips around my tool and sucked hard as I fucked his mouth. I groaned a little enjoying the velvety smoothness of his tongue on my organ. I face fucked him for a minute then said, "OK, that's enough. Now stand up and turn to the wall". I placed my feet just inside his and motioned for him to spread his legs. You know, just like they do on "Cops". I shoved my entire 7 inch spit coated cock into his asshole in one swift move. He tried to scream out but I muffled it. I could see that his eyes were still closed blocking the soap. His ass clamped onto my hard dick as it sank all the way in. I was hurting him and that made me smile, remembering how he ripped apart my virgin ass last night, leaving me a bloody mess. He gritted his teeth as I ground into him and said, "I know who you are now you little shit. You're the kid I butt fucked last night. I can tell because you don't have any hair on your cock". For a brief moment I got scared because he now knew who I was, but then I thought, what the hell, I'm going to fuck him anyway. "Last night you got my cherry. Now it's my turn". I withdrew and slammed back into him. I allowed him to let the water run over his face to rinse the soap off. He turned his head a little to see me. He peered at me through squinted eyes of anger, "I knew it you little fucker. Your bigger than I thought young man", he said trying to catch his breath. He continued, "You looked so fucking hot at the pool yesterday, and I saw the way you looked at me. I just thought you wanted it. Please don't hurt me and I'll do whatever you want". "Good. Glad to hear that", I said and pumped hard into him again with a sharp jab of my meat. "I want you to rest against the shower wall on your shoulder and reach back and pull your butt cheeks as far apart as you can. I want to get deep inside your ass", I commanded. Slowly he leaned forward coming to rest against the tiled wall, then reached back and pulled at his cheeks, opening wide for my intrusion. I sank another couple of inches into him and he groaned. His ass was so hot, my dick felt like it was on fire. "Now just hold it open. And no jacking off", I told him. He responded, "OK, whatever you say kid". I placed my hands on his shoulders and slowly withdrew my cock leaving just the head inside his tight hole, then I rammed back into him forcefully rocking his body. I withdrew again, then slammed back into him. I did this over and over. I wanted to fuck him hard, and I wanted him to feel every inch of me. By now the soap had been washed off so I grabbed the shampoo bottle and let a long stream run down his crack and onto my smooth hairless cock. It was a cool site to see. Each time my cock came out of him, it would gather some of the shampoo and take it back inside of his ass, making it nice and slick. With him holding his cheeks so far apart, I could see his sphincter muscle being tugged on each time I withdrew, then get pushed back in as I plunged into him. Fucking this buff guy was like pure heaven. I continued hammering into him for several minutes, each time on entry he would moan "uh". I let my left hand travel down in front of him over his erect nipple. The guy was obviously enjoying the fucking he was getting. It made me fuck him even harder. He was breathing hard, gasping for air. I continued tracing down his rippled stomach, to his belly button and to his pubic hair, coming to rest at his throbbing cock. It was quite large, about 8 or 9 inches I'd say, and cut. He had a slight curve to the upper left. I grabbed his soapy cock and let my hand slide along his hard shaft a couple of times. That's all it took for him to start shooting his cum against the tiles. "Oh God, I'm cumming" he almost yelled. His cum splattered with about five burst, each one making his ass spasm on my cock. I continued jacking him until he was finished then let loose of him, bringing my hand back up to his shoulder. Now as I gripped him tightly, I fucked him without mercy. I wanted to hurt him, but I knew that just wasn't possible, but I tried anyway. I fucked faster and faster into him, feeling my own orgasm approaching. My dick swelled and a flood of my cum came bursting forth into his hot ass. Wave after wave of my teenage cum blasted into his hole and into the depths of his bowels. One final lunge to his deepest point, I let out a scream I thought would be heard by all of the campground. I deposited about six shots of my seed into him before I finally withdrew from his gaping hole, letting my cum trickle down the inside of his thigh. He let his cheeks close back together and placed his hands on the wall for support, as I rested on his back with the water cascading over us. "That was great kid", he said through gasps of air, "I guess this means we're even". "For now at least", I said panting. I could barely stand, my knees were weak. "My name is Rick", he said. I hope you're camping here for a while. I would sure like to get together with you again sometime. "Hi Rick. My name is Brian. My family should be here at least a week but I may be here longer, and I would love to". We finished showering, helping each other of course get those hard to reach places, then left. I was sure this would be a great summer now. Smiling, I went back to my campsite to eat lunch. End of Part 2 Keep stroking and let me know if you want more...The G-Man

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Date: Mon, 07 Aug 2000 03:59:23 GMT From: No one Subject: High Roller -------------------------------------------- This story contains acts of homosexuality. Do not proceed if such acts offend you, or if it is illegal to possess such material in your area. By proceeding you acknowledging that you have a legal right to possess adult material and that you will not distribute it to minors or others who are not legally allowed to possess it. You also absolve the hosting website and author of any responsibility for laws regarding your possession or handling of this material. -------------------------------------------- High Roller - Night 1 "We're here, sir." The Rolls slowed to a halt as I slipped on my plain, black sunglasses. The door opened to the balmy air surrounding the Mirage Hotel. "Hello Mr. E, my name is Hank and I'll be your personal servant for the duration of your stay." Hank was 6 feet tall with a hunky build that rippled even through his formal wear. "If you'll follow me I'll show you to your suite." Hank snapped his fingers and the 6 gorgeous men standing behind him scrambled to get my luggage and open the door. As we walked through the private VIP hallway lined with 2 way mirrors to see into the casino wherever I wanted, Hank ran off a list of the amenities offered by the Mirage. "As per your instructions we've modified the suite to include extra beds and baths. The oil dispenser is fully functional and the video equipment is working flawlessly. I've taken the liberty of modifying the lighting to respond to zone sensitive body temperature and to provide voice control for all windows." I walked along, nodding approvingly as Hank went on to describe all the food and beverages offered around the clock by the Mirage. My attention was caught by a plaque hanging on the wall marked "Men's Room". Not missing a beat, Hank told me that the double-sided mirrors lining the hallway offered a view of ALL the action the casino had to offer. Rounding the corner, we came to a piece of gold art with exquisite carvings of greek male wrestling. The luggage boys continued to the right as Hank slipped a flat card into a seemingly solid wall. To my surprise the carving slid up into the ceiling to reveal an elevator, into which Hank led the way. The entire elevator was lined with mirrors, including the floor. There were no buttons on the inside, only a pair of matching latches on either side of the elevator entrance. As the door closed and I took in the elevator, Hank explained, "This is your private elevator. It can go anywhere in the hotel. It will respond only to your voice and my voice. In addition to responding to floor commands, you can instruct the elevator to speed up, slow down or stop. The door does not open until you command it to. Should you be delayed in the elevator for ANY reason, these two cabinets will provide for your EVERY need. They are linked to high-speed chutes to your private concierge service and to my quarters. Just say what you want and it will be immediately sent to these cabinets. Right now they are stocked with your standard fare." I opened the cabinets to find everything I hoped for: 1 large container of olive oil, some KY Jelly, an 8" dildo, some latex gloves and a bucket of ice. "We may leave whenever your ready, sir." I nodded, and Hank said, "Suite." With that the carving lowered back down and the elevator began to ascend. As we glided higher and higher my thoughts wandered back to my favorite topic: sex. The long plane ride and the limo trip had allowed me to fantasize all I wanted, and now my dick was in need of service. I gazed over at Hank, admiring his perfectly toned physique, smooth arms, rippling abs and full crotch. I decided that the suite would have to wait, and with that I said, "Stop." The elevator stopped immediately. "Is something the matter, sir?" Hank asked so innocently. "I need some personal attention," I replied while lowering my hands slowly to my now bulging package. "Of course, sir" Hank said and immediately began to strip off his clothes. Hank was even more beautiful naked. His body was completely hairless, including his balls. His ass was tight and full, his balls were at least 3 inches big. But the best was his cock: 6" soft and perfectly cut and colored. Without a word he came over to me and started kissing my neck gently as his hands undressed me. One by one my clothes fell to the mirrored floor, until I was left only with my silk boxers tented by my rock hard 6" cock. Hank's hands gently caressed over my ass as he pulled my boxers down, letting my dick spring out. He ground his now erect 8" cock into mine and I locked my legs around his, mashing our crotches together in ecstacy. I reached around and squeezed his exceptionally firm ass, all the while our lips locked in a passionate embrace. I could have stayed in that position forever, but my cock was aching to release. I withdrew from our kiss and looked Hank in the eyes, then let me eyes dart down towards my cock. He understood perfectly and dropped to his knees. Slowly and gently he began to wrap his moist, puckered mouth around my manhood, taking his time and paying particular attention to my sensitive head. As he began to lower further and further toward my pubic hair, I could feel his masculine hands rubbing up and down my legs. With each bob of his head he would get closer to my groin and his hands would get closer to my ass. And at the moment he swallowed my whole cock, he inserted one finger into my tight hole. He continued to do this in rhythm with the bobbing of his head on my penis. I closed my eyes and surrendered to pure ecstacy, my only connection to the real world were my hands gently guiding Hank's head as he sucked my dick. Between the perfect blow job I was receiving and the finger-fuck my ass was enjoying, I just couldn't take it, and I blew my load, which Hank willingly ate up. Hank didn't miss a beat and said, "Continue" as he rose from his servile position, smiling the whole way up. The elevator slowed to a stop, and I ordered the door to open. I kissed Hank passionately just before I stepped out and gave his still naked ass a pinch before the elevator carried him away. The room immediately outside the elevator was huge, with a marble floor and gold sculptures on every wall. I walked across the massive room toward the far door, which led into my private bedroom. The room was the size of a small house, with a solid window across the entire length. The bed was, as I requested, twice the size of a King size bed. About ten feet from the bed was a padded circular arena, about 25 feet in diameter, with a specially crafted oil dispenser on the side. To the other side of the bed stood two marble poles with leg and arm shackles hanging on each pole. In addition to that, the room featured a variety of cameras mounted in every possible angle and area. It was while I was admiring the cameras mounted on the marble poles that I heard someone say, "Every camera is equipped with smart sensors, which automatically record when someone is near them." I turned to see a bookish looking man of medium height with a strong swimmers build. "Hello, my name is Ricardo. I am the assistant servant. I will be attending to your needs while Hank takes care of dinner." I shook his hand while looking over his body. Everything seemed to be in order. "We have some time before the food will be ready," Ricardo mentioned, "perhaps you would like to take a tour of the room?" I nodded and Ricardo walked quickly towards the large main room. We passed into what seemed to be a dining area. "This is the dining room," Ricardo said in his Latin accent, "it affords a beautiful view of Las Vegas and is equipped with a chute similar to that of your elevator." Ricardo walked back into the marble room and crossed into the bathroom. The bathroom was about half the size of the bedroom, and decorated just as lavishly as the marble entrance room. Immediately to the left of the door, flush against the wall of the entrance, were two solid gold sinks and a wall sized mirror. Straight ahead was an enormous glass enclosed shower with at least 20 showerheads and room for a dozen people. To the left of the shower was an oversized hot tub with silver handles all along the edges. "Your bathroom is designed to handle both cleaning AND entertaining." Ricardo said. "I've saved the best for last." He said while twirling around and walking back to the marble room. There were no more doors, so I wasn't sure what he meant. Just then he approached a gold carving to the right of the elevator doors, similar to the one I had seen downstairs. As Hank had before, Ricardo slid a card into the seemingly solid wall and the carving lifted up. He stood to the side to let me enter. What I saw inside shocked and excited me all at the same time. It was a gym full of buff men working out. Each one an exquisite specimen of the male form. Ricardo stepped in behind me and clapped his hands saying, "Stand at attention slaves, your master is here." And with that every man dropped what he was doing and they all lined up along the center of the room in two rows of four sculpted hunks (all dressed in tight black shorts). They ranged in height from 6' 1" all the way down to 5' 3". They had all colors of hair and eyes, but they all shared two common features: muscular bodies and full bulges. "Dinner will be ready in 45 minutes, I'll leave you and prepare the dining room," Ricardo said as he exited. I walked down the row, inspecting each man as I did. The first one just looked straight ahead as I looked over his body. I ran my hands along his chest and rippling abs; I could feel his skin tighten with excitement as I felt his body. Just to test him I slapped my hand hard against his crotch and squeezed his balls tightly. He let out a muted wince and I just smirked. The next man was very young looking, with a boyish face, a slim, hairless body, pitch black hair and eyes to match. His head hung down as I approached him, as if he was ashamed. I walked up to him and stood straight and looked directly at his still hanging head. I ran my hands up and down his body, slowly caressing both his sleek hairless chest and his supple young ass. All the while he still did not make eye contact. I let my hand move slowly up from his groin following the crevice between his sculpted abs up to his chin, which I pushed up gently until he was looking me straight in the eye. I closed my eyes and kissed him gently on the lips. I held him close, released his lips and whispered, "You're beautiful." He just looked at me like he was waiting his whole life to hear that. I continued down the row, each man was beautiful and each man was individual. Some were quiet and shy, others confident and cocky. I made sure each knew who was in charge. It was the last guy that got me, though. He was the shortest of the bunch, about 5' 3", with brown hair and eyes. He had the body of a gymnast, and a smile like nothing I've ever seen. He didn't even wait for me to initiate, instead when I was in front of him he moved forward, stroked my chest and then lowered his hand into my pants and grabbed my package firmly. I gave him a surprised looked, but he just grinned wickedly and them seized my head and planted a deep French kiss. I melted in his arms and for the first time I just wanted to surrender myself to someone: mind, body, and spirit. Before I could get too comfortable, he released me from his lips and pushed me away slightly. He just looked at me slyly and gave a wink. I could tell I'd have to keep my eye on him. Having finished touring my slaves, I checked my watch and realized that dinner would be soon. "Take me to get dressed," I commanded. And with that two men picked up onto their shoulders, the others in tow. We walked to my room, were I was gently undressed by four of the men. Two more came and washed me with gentle sponges, while the final two dried me as the sponges moved up my body. The defiant slave came with a red and black silk robe folded neatly, which he held out to me. "Put it on," I said, all the while smiling at him. He looked annoyed and began to put the robe on. He came around to the front to tie the sash, but I stopped him. "From the back, slave." He moved behind me, and I could feel the heat of his body only a few inches from mine. He reached around my waist and tied the sash. Before he could pull back I grabbed his hands and guided them to my inner thighs, forcing him so rub them softly. I could feel his soft, rhythmic breath quicken on the back of my neck, and I pushed my ass against his growing cock. I guided his hands to my dick, forcing him to stroke it and cup my balls. Just then I stopped, and quickly turned around. He had an angry scowl on his face, to which I replied, "Now we're even," and winked. "I want you all in white cloths, now." With that they scrambled to switch from their tight black shorts into loose fitting white loin cloths. They all lined up when they were done, just as Ricardo announced that, "Dinner is served." Once again I commanded to be carried, which I was. We arrived at the dining room to a table full of exquisite food on the finest china available. I was set down just near the head of the table. "This chair won't do," I said. "You, I want another chair," I ordered to the cocky hunk nearest me. He proceeded to remove the chair and went for another when I said, "I don't want that chair, I want YOU to be my chair." The other men snickered and laughed as this arrogant man was forced onto his hands and knees to serve as my chair. I let most of the men sit and eat, keeping the shy one nearest me. When the defiant slave went to sit, I said, "What do you think your doing? You are to be my napkin. Strip down and stand by my side." He looked at me incredulously, but resigned himself to it, realizing there was nothing he could do. Two of the slaves were assigned to cut up my food and feed it to me. When ever I would get a little messy, I would pull the defiant slave near me and wipe my face with his shaved cock and balls, which only excited him even more. By the time dinner was over, his cock and balls were covered with bits of delicious food. I decided that since he had been a good napkin, he deserved a reward. So I began to lick all around his groin, lapping up the bits of food and sauce. Slowly I cleaned each of his balls, making sure to get every speck of food. I then began to lick around the base of his manhood, cleaning in a spiral towards the top. When I reached the top, I flicked my tongue into and around his slit. Then I sensually played with the sensitive area around and under his head. Finally a went all the way down on his rod, moving my head up and down until I could feel his cock tighten. Just at that moment I pulled his cock out and let his cum splash all over my chest. I smeared his jizz all over until my torso was shining with a film of hot sperm. To prove to this defiant slave who was boss, I forced him to lick every drop of his own cum off my chest, which was followed by his giving me a blow job and swallowing my cum. ------------------------------------ Did you like this story? Do you want to know what happened with Mr. E and his slaves that night? 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From: jerryw@nyc.pipeline.com (Arthur Jerome Weiss) Newsgroups: alt.sex.fetish.watersports Subject: GOLDEN SHOWER COP Date: 30 Oct 1995 23:22:52 -0500 Organization: The Pipeline Lines: 14 Message-ID: <4748as$mom@pipe1.nyc.pipeline.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: pipe1.nyc.pipeline.com I awoke and realized a huge cock was in my mouth. It was taking a relentless piss down my 19 year old throat. It was swallow or drown. I started gulping down the gushing, salty stream, and looked up to see the source of this sudden assault and realized it was the big Italian cop that had arrested me for hustling the corner of 53rd and 3rd the night before. I was in a jail cell in the 51st Precinct, it was the middle of the sultry summer night, and my sweat-covered left arm was handcuffed to the bars. "Drink piss, you fuckin' faggot whore!" he barked at me when he saw I was awake, and slapped me - hard enough for me to see stars -- across my face. "I told the whole night shift about you, kid ... tonight, baby, you're our toilet." Who wants to write the next paragraph? Being the continued adventures of a 19 year old male hustler arrested for trying to peddle his peter on the streets of New York who finds himself handcuffed to the bars of a cell and being used as a toilet by, at this point, a pair of cops... NOTICE: This is a work of fiction by an adult for other adults who are into urolagnia (pissing and piss, for those of you without your Ph.D's.) If you are a juvenile under legal age in your particular jurisdiction, please do not read any further. You have no rights as sexual beings. Your parents suffered amnesia about their own childhoods when you were born, and honestly are under the delusion that your minds -- and other places -- are as empty and pure as a calla lily. That this hypocritical insanity is one of the causes of endless neuroses, psychoses and violence can be overlooked as long as they can comfort themselves with fairy tales. Well enough babble. On with the show. And by the way, all you pedophile hunters out there, don't come knockin on my front door, I dig older men, always have, and can prove it. **************** *************** ****************** ***************** This second cop, who was now pissing into my mouth and accenting it with wads of spit, was a big Irish freckled redhead with a dick that was almost chalk white, except where it was flaming crimson (such as its extremely wide head). "Hey, Rocky!" he says to the Italian cop, "looks like we got ourselves a live one! Look! He loves it; his dick is standing straight up!" And it was true -- I had a boner that might as well have been made of steel. Whatever was happening was zinging my libido. The Irish cop starts pissing on my dick and mick-turating all over my balls. "Spread your legs and scoot down, kid," he sneers at me, "I wanna take a leak on your asshole!" I'm in no position not to obey, and as he's pissing on my tight little hole he turns to Rocky and mutters to him in a low, lewd growl: "Lookit that pussy!! You need a microscope to find his slit! I do believe we've got ourselves a virgin." And it was true. My hustling career had been strictly as a top, with the johns paying big bucks for my big ten inch (and it wasn't a 78 of your favorite blues either). They liked me to dress like a hood, with a torn tee-shirt and a leather jacket and boots like the young Marlon Brando. They'd go down on me on their knees while I stood over them with a fucking cigarette dangling from my lips (these guys liked a full dress production, man), the ashes dropping on their face. Some guys wanted me to hit them while I fucked their mouths, and I was glad to oblige both because I got off on it and because for every rap on the chin I found another bill being stuffed into my pocket. Piss was extra. It didn't take me long to figure out that piss freaks were so hot for their favorite drink that they'd pay through the nose for it. I couldn't believe I was making my living taking a leak! One guy was this big-time TV executive and his thing was he'd arrange with me to show up in Central Park in the dark where he'd be sitting on a bench still dressed in a tuxedo from some function or the other, he'd hand me a $50 bill and I'd whizz all over his black silk tie and everything. If I'd remembered to drink a lot of beer and not go for several hours and had a strong stream that lasted and lasted and lasted he'd go apeshit and start wonking his wang and handing me more cash. And the Irish cop was right. I drew the line, and the line was my butt was not for sale. This citidel of my manhood was unexplored territory and I intended to keep it that way. Something about the way this paddy patrolman was smirking as the last few drops from his dangling prick finished lubricating my pucker told me that after tonight, my boy-cunt would no longer be second-cousin to a maraschino. to be continued.... ******Attention porno publishers! This is free doodling for the amusement of my fellow GS freaks. My BEST stuff, like that of my hero, is FOR SALE. Keep those contracts coming...

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Date: Sat, 14 Oct 2000 21:41:59 -0700 (PDT) From: Kid Bro Subject: Master Paul At The Office (for the gay male section) Master Paul At The Office By KidBro77 Copyright Oct. 2000 KidBro77 All Rights Reserved. i loved being at my Master's work place. He was the President of his own company and I loved the power he had over his employees. Whenever He walked into the room, people would get all nervous and want to do whatever he says. I can relate to that. Today was a special day. I was allowed to go to the office with him. He had me placed beneath his desk, so that I could service him whenever he wanted me to. He was such a man. I loved it when he wore his business suit. Today he was dressed in a crisp royal blue shirt with suspenders stretching across his massive shoulders and chest. His pants showed off his rock hard ass and the outline of his 10" cock was also visible. He knew I liked to lick his boots so instead of the usual dress shows, today he wore his shiny black cowboy boots to go with his suit, just for me, his little slave boy... As I was hunched under his desk, one of his cowboy boots accidentally stepped on my hand. He didn't seem to notice that his boot was grinding into my hand as he finished off writing a report above me. "Sir," I pleaded, "your stepping on my hand, Sir..." I waited for a response or for him to move it, but it felt as though he was pressing harder or something. "Sir?" I touched his boot and tried to move it off my hand but it was as though it was glued to the spot. I began to stroke the cold hard black leather, wondering if he would mind if I licked his boot for him right now. I watched as he moved his other leg up, his cowboy boot showing out from under his pants. He placed his foot around to the back of my head and pushed me forward. Suddenly, my face hit the floor as he forced my head downwards with his boot. "Don't you ever touch my boots while I'm at work without my permission, got that, boy?"he said from above his desk. "Yes, sir..."I gasped. "...please..." He rolled his chair backwards and looked at me under his desk, his boot holding me down by the back of my neck. "And if I want to step on my little boy's hand, I don't want you to complain, got that? It's a privilege for you, boy!" "Yes, Sir,"I tried to nod, his boot pressing so hard into the back of my neck I thought he was going to break it. "Cause if you all of a sudden start talking under there, people might hear you and wonder what's going on," he warned. "But Sir, I knew that no one else was arou-" But before I could finish my sentence, he had taken his boot off of me and instead, grabbed me by the hair and lifted my head up to face him. "Are you talking back at your Master, boy?" "No, Master Paul," tears were coming out now... "Cause if you are, boy, you know I'm gonna have to teach you a lesson. And you don't want me to teach you another lesson, do you boy?" he stared at me intently, tightening his grip on my hair. "N-no, Sir... please Master Paul, I'm sorry..." I cried, tears spilling forward. I remember the last and only time he had taught me a lesson. He had beat me up pretty bad. I was terrified of my Master, but I also loved him cause he had protected me while we were in high school. He had explained to me that he had to teach me respect for him, and to always remember that night. I told him I never wanted to go through that again and that I would always be a good boy for Him. With that, he had taken me into his arms, and I could feel his strength and his love and his protection for me. "Good boy," he smiled, wiping away my tears. He let go of my hair and brought me forward on my knees. Leaning down, he kissed my lips and said, "I have a treat for you today." I put my hands on his thick thighs and looked up at him to see if it was okay. He smile down at me and stroked my hair. "You're a good boy, you know that?" he said. "Thank you Sir," I replied, my heart doing flip flops for this man. I could feel his cock getting hard. I wasn't quite sure what the surprise would be, but I always liked his surprises. He picked up his phone and said to his secretary, "Send him in." He then placed me back beneath his desk and sat with his legs spread open, putting my head in his lap. "You know what to do, kid," he said, stroking my ear and rubbing his cock through his pants into my face. "Thank you Sir," I managed to whisper, just before the office door opened. "Cory, sit down," I heard my Master say. "Sure, what's going on Paul? Why am I being called in here?" asked Cory. "What did you say?"my Master asked menacingly. "It's Mr. Howarth to you." "Aw, come on, Paul, we went to high school together, man! We got history!" pleaded Cory. "You're testing my patience Boy," said Paul. His cock was definitely hard as a rock now. I wasn't sure if he was talking to me or to Cory. Hurriedly, but quietly, I undid my Master's belt buckle and unzipped his fly. He hadn't put on his briefs this morning, and his cock sprang right into my face as I undid his pants. Is this what he wanted me to do? I wasn't sure. I was afraid I was doing the wrong thing and would get punished for my actions. He nudged me gently with his leg, tracing my back with his boot. This was his way of telling me I was doing a good job and to keep going. I was so happy to be pleasing my Master! "I-I'm sorry ... Sir," Cory was saying. "That's better, Boy. Just because we went to high school together doesn't mean we were friends. Don't you remember what I did to you in grade twelve?" I could hear my Master Paul crack his knuckles and smirk. He was doing this either to drive me crazy as he knew I loved it when he did that, or to intimidate his employee. It seemed it was for both reasons. He rested a fist in his lap and allowed me to kiss his knuckles for him. He then patted me on the head and continued on with his conversation. "You wouldn't want me to do that to you again, now would you, Cory?" he leered. I could hear Cory sniffling. "No, Sir," he whispered, obviously humiliated about something, but I didn't know what. "Well I called you in here because I know you've been stealing software from our company, and if u even try to deny it, I'll be outta my seat and have you flat on the floor, crying for mercy before you knew what hit you." "Yes, Sir..." Cory replied, almost inaudible. My Master had inserted his cock into my mouth now. He was getting off on his power, and this was an ultimate for him. To be able to exert power over his employee and at the same time, have his little slave boy swallow his load as he came. I licked his cock and sucked away silently, trying not to gag on its length and its thickness. After a bit, I must have scraped his cock with my teeth by accident, because he suddenly pulled out and slapped my face with it. I was frightened. Was I going to have to pay for that later on? Was he going to punish me when we got home? I slowly slid his cock down my throat once again, and he had grabbed a hold of both my ears now to control my bobbing. His shaft had a nice salty taste to it, and I could smell his cologne mixed in with the smell of pubic hair. All I could think of was how happy I was to be able to do this for my Master Paul. I gripped his legs to steady myself. I wasn't even paying attention to the conversation going on. Luckily, Cory couldn't see anything as there was enough computer equipment in front of my Master to block anyone from seeing what he was doing with his hands. "Cory, I'm going to fire you now. Unless of course you want to start begging me not to." He let go of my ears and leaned backwards instead, placing his hands behind his head. I knew this pose well. This one I knew was for me. At home, he'd like for me to worship his body, and whenever I was sucking his cock, he'd lean back and flex his arms for me to see. I nearly creamed my pants, just imagining his muscles beneath that business shirt. He winked at me and smiled as he flexed his biceps. Meanwhile, Cory was too busy begging to notice anything. "Please Pau-, I mean, Mr. Howarth, you can't fire me! I have nowhere else to go. Remember when you hired me? You said it was to give me a chance, since we did sorta kinda know each other... Please give me another chance!" "Please, what?" smiled Paul. "Please....Sir," Cory said, his voice cracking. "Who's your boss, boy?" Paul asked him. "You are, Sir," he answered. I was going up and down on my Master's shaft as he continued to humiliate his employee. I could feel his cock stiffen even more as though he was ready to cum. "And what does that mean, boy?" Cory said," It-it means you're in charge me, Sir." "Good boy. And what's another word for that, BOY?" "M-master," he stammered out. "Now say it," demanded Paul. "B-but, you've put me through this already man!" whined Cory. "SAY IT," my Master demanded. He had taken hold of my hair again and was pumping my face onto his cock harder and harder. I could hear Cory take a deep breath and then say in a small, cracking voice, "Thank you Master for giving me this chance. I understand that I am not worth anything and that I am to worship you like a god because that is what you are Sir. When I walk down the hall at work and if I were to see you, Sir, I am to get down on my knees and kiss your boots for you as you pass. I will do whatever I am told without asking any questions or talking back. Thank you again, Sir." He was in tears by now and too busy sobbing at being so humiliated to see what was going on. Master Paul was pumping my face furiously up and down now, and suddenly, he pressed my head so hard against him that his pubic hair was going up my nose. He held my head tight there with his massive hand on the back of my head as he let his big load of cum come flooding into my mouth and down my throat. I had to swallow as fast as I could as it kept coming and almost spilled out of my mouth onto his pants, which he would not have liked. I swallowed and swallowed for what seemed like an eternity, and he would not let me go until he had finished. Finally, he was done. I was allowed to raise my head and breathe for a bit before I licked the rest of his dick clean for him. "Get out of here," he told Cory. "That wasn't very convincing. I'll think about firing you. We'll see. Maybe you'll have to pay me a visit at home later tonight." "Yes, sir," replied Cory, as he got up and scrambled out of the office, shaking. My Master looked down at me as I rested my head on one of his thick legs. He stroked my hair and laid a big hand on my face, letting one of his fingers find its way into my mouth. "You had fun, boy?"he smiled, forcing his finger down into my throat. I nodded and looked up at him with frightened eyes, wondering what he would do to me next. "It's okay boy don't be scared. Your Big Brother Paul is with you. I'm not going to hurt you, okay kid?" he caressed my cheek. I let out a sigh of relief and hugged his leg. "Thank you Big Brother Paul." "Good boy," he whispered, stroking my head. "Looks like we might have a visitor tonight." To be continued. Written by kidbro77@yahoo.com write me if u have comments or to tell me u liked it... thanks.

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Date: Mon, 16 Oct 2000 22:44:31 -0700 (PDT) From: Kid Bro Subject: Master Paul part 2 (part 2 to Master Paul at the Office) Master Paul part 2 By kidbro77@yahoo.com Copyright 2000 all rights reserved. My Master and I had had a fun day at the office... He had let me suck him off beneath his desk while he got off on humiliating an employee of his. After, he had taken me in his arms and held me tight to show me how much he loved me and cared about me. He even let me stand on top of his boots as I hugged him and pressed my face into his clean blue shirt. The feel of his leather cowboy boots under my bare feet (he made me go out barefoot today) was turning me on, but before I could get carried away with myself, we had to leave, as my Master was expecting a visitor later that evening - the employee he had humiliated was going to come over and beg for his job. On the way home, in his car, my Master held my hand tightly - to remind me that he did love me but also to remind me of his strength and that if I disobeyed him, I would have to pay the consequences. It was also to show me that he was the Boss, not only at work, but also of me. He was wearing his black leather driving gloves, and he was much stronger than me, and could've crushed my hand in his. I bit my lip as I didn't want to complain about how hard he was gripping my hand. He squeezed it even harder and I saw him smirk to himself; I had to look out the window to hide the tears that were forming. "Baby?"he said. "What's wrong, kid?" "N-nothing, Sir,"I replied, too afraid to tell him the truth. He looked down at my whitening hand that he was squeezing. "Oh, shit! Sorry, kid,"he said. "I was too busy thinking about what I'm gong to do to Cory later tonight, I didn't realize I was hurtin' ya. Come here, baby..." I wiped my tears as he pulled me towards him, and laid my head down in his lap. "It's okay, kiddo,"he said, caressing my cheek with his black leather gloves. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. Are you okay?" "Yes, Sir,"I nodded, relieved and feeling protected by my Big Brother. "Okay,"he said. "You're a good boy, you know that?" He stroked my hair for a bit. The feel of his leather glove touching me was making me horny for him. He was such a stud, especially when he wore his black leather gloves. They fit so tightly around his big hands. He knew what I was thinking. He smiled and made a fist in front of my face. "Kiss it,"he said. I immediately did as I was told. I planted a quick kiss on his gloved fist, smelling and tasting the leather. I didn't kiss it for too long as I knew this was a privilege for me and I didn't want to get in trouble for being too greedy. My Master didn't like selfish boys. He liked to teach selfish boys a lesson. He taught me a lesson before that I will never forget. "You like that kid?"he asked, smiling down at me. He undid his fist and caressed my cheek again with his thumb. "You're a good boy, and don't u ever forget it." With that, he inserted his middle finger into my mouth. I had to grab onto his leg to steady myself as I was so excited. I sucked his gloved middle finger as if it was his 10" cock. I could feel his 10" cock growing and pressing against my cheek. "Thank you Big Brother,"I managed to mumble as he used his middle finger to force my mouth to open wider. "Good boy,"he said, grabbing my whole mouth now with his hand. "Good boy,"he repeated, letting go. I turned my head and kissed him on the inside of his thigh. When we got home, I immediately got to work. He carried me inside the house, slung over his shoulder. He put me down gently as I said,"Thank you Sir." He smiled,"Good boy." I looked up at him and waited for his signal. He smiled a bit and then nodded ever so slightly. I fell to the ground and started kissing the black cowboy boots he had on. With every kiss, I would say to him,"Thank you Sir. Thank you Big Brother. Thank you Big Brother Paul." I then took his suitcase out of his hand and set it down on the table. He was still standing in front of the door, looking like a stud in his tight business suit, cowboy boots, and cocky smirk. I hurriedly went and helped him take off his jacket. "Good boy,"he said to me, as I hung it up in the closet. I then ran back to him and reached up and started to undo his shirt buttons. As soon as I had undone his shirt, I opened it to reveal his massive chest. I pressed my face against his chest and inhaled his man aroma. He smelled sweaty and musky. He let out a deep sigh as I sucked his nipples and ran my tongue through his chest hair. "YEAH,"he exclaimed, in a deep voice. He had closed his eyes and thrown his head back, enjoying being served. I took his shirt off and hung it up and turned back to see him standing there with his hands on his hips. I immediately got down on my knees and began using my mouth to unbuckle his belt. This was a very humiliating task for me, as I had to keep my eyes looking up at him the entire time. He continued to stare at me as I clumsily tried to get his belt buckle undone. He had done it extra tight today to make it even more difficult than it already was. I began to sweat. He crossed his arms across his chest, flexing his biceps and staring at me. I couldn't help but stare at his bouncing muscles. Tears were forming in my eyes again. I couldn't do it. I couldn't undo his belt and he was getting impatient.... "Please, Big Brother,"I begged him, tears streaming down. "I - I can't do it. Please don't hurt me, please don't hurt me, Sir!" He stared at me, his arms bulging now. I bowed my head down in shame, and stared at his cowboy boots. Suddenly, I felt his hand under my chin. He lifted my face up to look at him. "Come here,"he said, bringing me up and into his arms. "It's okay, boy. I'm not going to hurt you. You're a good boy. I like it when u beg me for mercy." I was shaking in his arms. "Thank you, Sir... thank you Big Brother,"I kept saying, crying into his chest. He let me go, but kept his arm around my shoulder. He undid his big belt buckle slowly, watching my face the entire time. He slowly slid the belt out and wrapped around his fist in front of my face. He slowly brought his fist close to my face, so that I could smell the leather of his belt. He caressed my cheek gently with the belt and then threw it across the room. He then took his hand and gripped the back of my head, turning it downwards to watch as he undid his pants. "Like what u see Boy?"he asked me, dropping his pants to reveal his semi-erect cock. "You like that don't you? You want to suck on it don't you Boy? You want me to fuck your face with it, right Kid? You think I can choke u with it? Think it'll make you gag? Why don't u touch it and see?" "Thank you, Sir,"I said, his hand still holding my head in a vice-like grip. I reached forward and gingerly stroked his big piece of meat. It shuddered and throbbed in my tiny hand. "Good boy,"he smiled, flexing his cock for me. He let me go and stepped out of his pants. He was still in his black cowboy boots. I brought him a chair and he sat down, waiting for me to take his boots off for him. The way I had to take them off was by turning around, straddling one of his legs, and then pulling his boot off with all my might. I usually did this naked, but he was anxious for a shower before our visitor arrived, so he let me do it with my clothes on. He let me suck on his sweaty socks for awhile afterwards too, and then I eventually had to take those off and lick his feet for him. They were sweaty from the day, and he made me put my nose in between his toes. "That's what a real man smells like, got that, boy?" "Yes, Sir,"I gasped. I truly am honoured to have this stud as my Big brother. "Good boy,"he said. We went into the bathroom where I ran a shower on for him. He told me to strip and join him as he got into the stall. I was in the shower within a minute as I know I should never keep my Master waiting. I had the privilege to wash my Master's body for him. I soaped him up all over. He flexed his arms for me as I rubbed soap onto his biceps. "You like that Kid? You like my muscles?"he smiled, flexing them into my face. "Kiss them." I jumped at the opportunity to lick his biceps. As soon as my tongue touched his muscle, he flexed it and made it bounce up and down. I was so horny I had to grab a hold of my master's body to steady myself. He laughed a bit and said,"Good kiddo." I soaped up his chest, rubbing the soap into his chest hair and then pressing my face against it and breathing it in. I washed his massive back for him, his rock hard ass, and then got on my knees to lather his hairy legs. He then turned around and grabbed my wet hair in his fist. I screamed as he twisted it hard. He took that opportunity to ram his cock into my open mouth. "You like that Boy?" he laughed. I tried to speak, but he shook me and demanded,"Quiet. I have to take a leak. And now it's my turn to give you a shower. " With that, he turned off the shower water and stared down at me. The water trickling down the drain echoed in the bathroom. He pulled his dick free from my mouth and aimed it at my face. A stream of warm yellow piss came shooting forward, all over my face. He washed my hair with his piss, laughing the entire time and asking, "Do you like that Boy? You like getting washed by your Master's piss?" I could only reply,"yes, Sir, thank you Sir." I added, "Please big Brother, don't hurt me." "You're a good boy,"he smiled, as he continued to pee all over my body. I was now soaked in his urine. "Open up,"he ordered. I did as I was told, and he inserted his cock into my mouth again. I felt a warm sensation as he finished off his piss into my mouth. He hadn't gone to the bathroom all day, saving all his piss for me. I swallowed as fast as I could, choking on the amount of liquid filling my mouth. He laughed at me as I gagged and coughed and his piss came out of my nose. I was so humiliated I started to cry. I finished drinking his piss and made sure I cleaned his cock for him, by licking it and sucking off every last drop of piss. But the entire time, tears were streaking down my face. He stood in front of me, his hands on his hips and shaking his head at me. I felt so ashamed of myself. The water came back on. He lifted me up off my knees and made sure the water washed the urine off of me. He then held me from behind, his arms locking me up against him. I could feel his muscles as he held me tight. I could feel his big cock sliding up against my ass. He whispered into my ear, "Who's your Big Brother?" "You are, Sir! You're so big!"I answered immediately, gasping for breath. He tightened his hold on me. "Please, Sir!" I gasped. "I love you, kid, you know that?" he asked. I nodded feverishly. "Tonight,"he said, pressing his hardened cock slightly up into my ass, "I'm going to fuck you so hard, boy. You'll be begging me for mercy." I nearly fainted at the sound of his deep whisper and the intrusion into my tight asshole. I couldn't wait for my Master to ram his cock into me all night long. "Thank you Big Brother,"I managed to say. "Good boy,"he said, as he thrust his huge cock up inside of me. I bit my lip so hard it almost bled, to try to keep from screaming. Kissing the back of my neck, he slowly pulled his cock out of me. The doorbell rang. "Visitor," he smiled, squeezing me in his arms. To be continued.... Write to me if u liked this story! Please! Thank u! kidbro77@yahoo.com

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Date: 25 Apr 92 18:52:11 GMT From: Anonymous Subject: Playroom for Three From S-Tek in Montreal (514)597-2409 "PLAYROOM FOR THREE" by Anonymous Chip was waiting in the hotel lobby right on time. Since he had been scheduled to work today for the early early lunch shift, he was off at six. That was OK with me, since it had been a late one the night before. Much as I had enjoyed balling all night with this great looking stud, I was a little tired today. Not as young as I used to be, I guess. Nonetheless, the offer to meet his friend in Georgetown sounded too good to miss - tired or not. The friend, according to CHIP, was "in to leather", and had his own playroom in his house. Although I consider myself to be fairly experienced, I had never gotten much into the leather scene. Most of the leather types I had met in the past had been nothing more than bank clerks dressed up in leather jackets and playacting. A definite turn-off as far as I was concerned. When Chip had described his friend to me the night before, this one sounded different, so I was looking forward to meeting the guy and - if things worked out - seeing what he had to offer. We got a taxi easily at the hotel, and headed for Georgetown. Along the way, since neither of us had eaten dinner, we stopped for two pizzas to take with us. We drove along what appeared to be a major parkway for a while, and then Chip had to give the driver directions through Georgetown to his friend's house. The house turned out to be a small, very ordinary looking semidetached house along a very ordinary looking street. I was a little disappointed. I do not know what I had expected, but this didn't look like it. We paid the driver, the cab left, and we walked up the walk to the front door and rang the bell. Unlike the house itself, the guy who answered the door WAS everything I had expected - and more. He was about 6'2", a little taller than me, and had the broadest shoulders I had ever seen. Standing in the doorway of this little house made him look even bigger than he was. He had short jet black hair and a thin inch wide beard running along the edge of his jaw. The beard and his rugged facial features made him look particularly formidable. He was wearing a loose sweat shirt and tight, faded jeans which outlined a nice looking piece of meat to the left of his crotch. It seemed to extend half way to his knees. We shook hands and he took our coats and threw them over a chair in the living room. His name was Mark. As we walked through the living and dining rooms toward the kitchen in the back of the house, I was able to check Mark out a bit. His neck was thick and muscular. His strong looking back tapered from his wide shoulders down a tight, narrow waist and a pair of great looking tight buns which tensed and relaxed as he walked. His thighs looked well developed and stretched at the thin material of his jeans so that it looked like they were about to split. His feet were bare. He moved with the firm grace of a seasoned athlete. The kitchen was as ordinary looking as the rest of the house. There was a small table against one wall, with three chairs, and the usual stove, fridge, etc. Mark motioned me to the middle chair and got a couple of beers out of the fridge. We talked for a while about nothing in particular as we drank the beer and ate the pizza. As Mark moved about I got a good image of his well developed body under the sweat shirt and jeans. Mark made sure as he sat to my side with his legs spread, that I got a good view of his basket. Chip seemed unusually quiet as we ate and talked, although I was much too interested in Mark to really notice. After about an hour, three more beers and all of the Pizza, Mark looked at me and said, "I hear you and Chip had a ball last night, George." "Yes, Sir, we sure did," Chip answered before I could even open my mouth. Mark continued, "Chip here says that you are pretty well equipped and that you know how to use what you've got." "Yes, Sir," Chip repeated promptly. It was only then that I noticed that Chip had started to address Mark as "Sir", and I began to understand the relationship between them, and why he had been so quiet. Mark put his hand on my knee, squeezed it a bit, and said, "Want to check out my playroom with us?" I said that that sounded OK to me. Mark got up from the table, tossed the empty pizza boxes in the trash and said, "OK, let's go." We followed Mark upstairs to second floor. There were two rooms separated by a bathroom. The door of the back room was open. I saw a weight bench in the middle of the room, a couple of barbells on the floor, and a couple of tee shirts and some other clothing scattered about. I thought to myself that this did not look like much of a playroom. The front room was Marks bedroom. There was a mattress and spring on the floor as a bed, a dresser with the usual junk on it, and two closets. On the wall were a couple of posters of well built, nude men. I recognized one of them as Jack Wrangler wearing a cowboy hat and displaying his ample dick. Mark said that we could change here, and stripped off his sweat shirt. His chest was even better than I had expected. His pecs were firm and well developed, and his rounded deltoids made his shoulders look even broader than they had with his shirt on. Some soft black hair set off the upper portion of his chest, and trailed down to a thin line of hair that disappeared into his jeans at the waist. As we took our clothes off, Mark turned to Chip and said, "Did you clean your ass, boy?" Chip meekly replied, "No, Sir." "You know where the ass cleaner is, boy. Go do it," Mark barked. Then he turned to me and said, "George, why don't you go see that he does it right." Not knowing what he meant, I followed Chip down the hall to the bathroom. In the bathroom there was a glass enclosed tub with a European style shower on a flexible hose mounted on the wall. Chip stepped into the shower and turned on the water. He said to me that "Mark likes real clean asses" and suggested that I get in the shower with him. Having enjoyed a shower with Chip just the night before, I welcomed the opportunity to do it again. We soaped each other all over, paying particular attention to each other's asses. Then Chip took the shower head off of its hook on the wall, unscrewed the shower head and handed the streaming hose to me. "Here, wash my ass for me will you," he said, and turned his back to me, leaned over, spread his ass cheeks with his hands exposing his lovely ass hole to full view. I took the hose and started to direct the stream of warm water toward that lovely little rosebud I had enjoyed so much the night before. It started to spasm a bit as the warm water hit it. Chip then reached around, grabbed my arm at the wrist and forced the tip of the hose right into his ass for an inch or so. After the warm water had filled his ass for a few minutes, he drew the hose out and a gush of water mixed with a little bit of shit followed. He said, "Do it again, George." I did. At Chip's request, I repeated the process three or four times. Each time Chip took a little more of the warm water than the time before. All the while his nine inch cock was slowly getting harder and harder. He was obviously enjoying the ass cleaning enormously. When he was finished, Chip turned around and washed my ass a few times, too. Although I did not take nearly as much water as he had, I must say I enjoyed it, too. When we got back to the bedroom, both of us with stiffening cocks from the ass play, Mark had dressed for the occasion, and things seemed to be getting more interesting. He was dressed in a black leather harness, boots, black gloves and a crushed leather hat. His semirigid cock and balls were circled by a thick metal cock ring attached to a leather strap. This was attached to a second ring in the center of his chest, to which a number of other straps were attached which circled his chest and ran over his shoulders. The whole thing seemed to buckle tightly around the waist. It looked incredibly sexy on Mark's muscular body. Mark picked up a thick metal studded collar from the bed and put it around Chip's neck. He buckled the collar behind Chip's neck and attached a piece of chain to the collar. He then put a pair of thick leather handcuffs around Chip's wrists and clipped them together behind Chip's back. Chip reacted to Mark's efforts with a big smile and a kiss on the neck. Then Mark stepped behind Chip and put a soft leather hood over his head, which covered his eyes, but left his nose and mouth exposed. Mark turned to me and said' "I guess Chip is ready, but how about you?" He rummaged through the stuff on the closet floor and came up with a metal studded belt, which I put on, and a pair of cuffs like Chip's which I put on my wrists. As I was buckling the cuffs, Mark took a studded leather cock ring off of the bed, slipped it under my balls and snapped the snap tightly around my cock and balls. He stroked my hardening dick a few times and said, "OK, let's go." Mark took the chain attached to Chip's collar and lead him down the hall, down the stairs and to a door in the kitchen which lead to the basement. I followed, getting hornier by the second, and wondering what was going to come next. The basement was ordinary looking at first glance - furnace and water heater in one corner, a few boxes of junk, etc. One of the lights was replaced by a red bulb, which gave the basement a warn, sexy glow. On a table at the side of the basement was an assortment of chains, a small leather whip, a couple of dildoes, a large bottle of baby oil, an open jar of "Elbow Grease" and a number of other objects I could not quite identify at the moment. A couple of short lengths of chain hung from hooks on the ceiling beams. Mark lead Chip to the center of the room, released the hook that held his hands behind his back and gently pushed him to his knees. His hands freed, Chip immediately slid his hands up the back of Mark's legs to this firm buns and pushed Mark's throbbing cock into his mouth. Even blinded by the hood, Chip seemed to know where it was and what to do with it! For a few minutes Chip sucked up and down on the rigid meat, now and then pushing hard on Mark's ass cheeks and deep throating him. The sight of Mark getting this sort of treatment really turned me on, and I started to stroke my own hard cock. Abruptly, Mark pulled away from Chip's mouth, stepped back, and told Chip to work on me for a while. I did not resist and planted my cock promptly in Chip's eager mouth. As Chip sucked up and down on my now throbbing cock, Mark took some of the baby oil and started to rub it on my chest. He kneaded my tits a few times with his fingers as he rubbed the oil on my chest, which sent shivers through my body. Then he stepped behind me, smeared some of the oil on my ass and started to finger fuck my ass while Chip sucked. After my ass began to relax, he stood behind me and started to rub his hard cock between my cheeks. I was hoping he would plant it in me soon. Instead of fucking me as I had hoped he would, Mark then made Chip stand up, took the hood off of his head and attached his handcuffs to two chains hanging about three feet apart from the ceiling beams. Chip had a big smile on his face and was obviously enjoying it. Mark took some of the baby oil and started to massage Chip's cock and balls. This resulted in an instant hard-on on Chip's part, and a small moan of contentment. I started to finger fuck Mark while he did this, which Mark did not seem to mind, either. Mark responded by starting to massage my cock with his other hand while he worked on Chip with his right hand. Both of us were getting close to shooting our loads. Mark picked up one of the dildoes from the table, greased it up with the Elbow Grease and plunged it abruptly into Chip's ass. Chip gasped quietly and then, hanging loosely from the cuffs on his wrists, immediately started to move his hips back and forth on the dildo. His cock was rigid and started to drip with pre-cum. "Please, Sir, I need to cum," he pleaded. Mark grabbed Chip's throbbing cock, squeezed hard, and said, "Not yet, boy." He released his handcuffs from the chain and told Chip to lie on his back on the concrete floor. Chip obeyed, and raised his legs in the air, waiting to get fucked. Mark said to me, "OK, George, see what you can do to help Chip out." I was just as eager as Chip, and plunged my cock into his ass up to the hilt. As I started to pump in and out of Chip's ass, Mark stepped behind me, rubbed a little of the Elbow Grease on his dick, spread my legs with his feet and shoved his big cock into my ass. The force of Mark entering me was so great that it drove my own cock deep into Chip with such force that he gasped with pleasure. I was in ecstasy! Although I had been around a bit, I had never been in the middle of a three way fuck before, and I now knew what I had been missing. I pumped away at Chip's ass as Mark plowed mine. It was wonderful. Each time I pulled out of Chip a little, Mark would plunge his big tool into me; every time I pushed my cock into Chip's ass, Mark would withdraw a bit. I bounced madly back and forth between cock and ass feeling like this was the first time I had ever had REAL sex. In a moment, I could take no more of the thrilling sensations. My balls tightened and I started to shoot my load of hot cum into Chip's bowels. This turned Chip on so that he started to cum, too, and shot his load all over his chest and belly. In the meantime Mark just kept pumping away at my ass as if he were pushing the cum out of me with his dick. Faster and harder, Mark pumped at my ass. Several times he pulled all the way out, only to plow his cock all the way back in a second later. I relaxed, and waited for Mark to get his rocks off. A minute or two later I could feel Mark's big cock begin to throb and spasm as he filled me with his cum. The sensation of Mark's cock throbbing in my ass as he filled me with his cum felt so good to me that I was hard again in a moment, and pumping away at Chip's ass. It did not take more than a minute or so before I was cumming the second time. There was not much cum left in me, but the sensation of orgasm was just as intense as it had been the first time. We rested in a heap on the floor for a few minutes, trying to catch our breath. Mark suggested that we all wash off, and lead the way back upstairs to the bathroom. We showered together - a bit crowded in the small stall, but sexy as we rubbed each other's bodies with the soap. Mark had me "clean his ass" as Chip and I had done earlier in the evening. He liked it, too. Then we went into Mark's bedroom and lay on the bed for a while to relax. Mark turned on the radio to a local rock station. The rhythm of the music seemed to revive us, and in the next hour or so we had two more three-way fucks. As the guest, I was always given the position of honor in the middle. I didn't mind a bit. By midnight, all three of us were pretty well done in. Chip and I got dressed, had another beer with Mark, called a cab and went home. As we left, Mark insisted that I keep the leather cock ring I had used "as a souvenir." I still have it. THE END

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PRISON ====== My career as a prison guard started a long time ago when I was in the Air Force. Very few people know about the Disciplinary Rehab Center outside Nashville, Tennessee, and I suppose some would be shocked if they did know. Yet I feel it is a necessary function of the AF and other branches of the service to be sure the real fuck-ups don't get back into the civilian world without having had some rehab training and discipline. The AF sends a lot of 91s and officers to the center, along with washed out pilots, mechanics, officer candidates and just ordinary Joes who may constitute a threat to US or AF security because of their actions. It was a tough job to be a ranking EM there, as we were charged with the responsibility of keep these guys under cntrol at all times -- at least in my section. The Center processed all men going through NRC and my Special Unit housed and controlled all the "hard cases". We had to resort to some severe methods of discipline with these boys, most of whom were from 19 to 26 years old. The Special Unit had 200 men who were considered incorrigible and who had been pulled out of the usual retraining. Some were really bad news! But they had to be whipped into line so the AF could discharge them without a big stink being raised in Washington. We organized the 200 into groups or "wings" in AF jargon, consisting of approx. 30 men apiece. Each group had a barracks of its own with an armed guard at each of the two entrances and two more guards in the shower room. I was the NCO in charge of a barracks with 20 to the worst offenders. In my quarters I had closed circuit TV so I could see into any part of the building including the small recreation room and the showers. The men slept in double-deck bunks, and guards equipped with regulation AF restraints -- leather -- which appeared to be ready for instant use, but which we had been ordered never to actually put on any of these hard cases. They were only to be used as a threat because the head psychiatrist said they could cause claustrophobia and only make the "patient" more violent. Not being able to use them made our job all the harder. There were also two AF medical orderlies on duty at all times. Where I had my most trouble was in trying to get some of those young hillbillies to take orders. They got into the AF by mistake, fresh from the West Virginia hills and plains of Texas. All were really built, but without brain one. Most of the Texans, who were bigger than the other guys, were aggressive and needed the most attention. Doc Smith, or Captain MD, believed in the theory that a lot of heat subdues a man. I didn't really agree, but I had to go along with him. We had a good temperature regulating system designed by the medics for riot control. On any given day, we usually had anywhere from six to ten of those 19 to 22 year old Texan boys being disciplined. They had to lie on their beds, hands and feet pressed to the four corners. We turned the temperature up to about 98 degrees and had some of the other prisoners or "detainees" as we called them, strip them down piece by piece. We couldn't use the restraints on them like I explained, but they didn't know that. We told them that if they didn't obey, we'd strap them hand and foot and leave them that way all night. What might happen to them in the dark when they couldn't do anything about it was frightening enough to keep them in line. The heat at times was wild -- dry, due to the climate, but too high for anyone to wear any clothes. The Texans were used to temperatures like this, and even though we made them lie there spread-eagled and naked and holding on the bed rails, they didn't seem to mind. We had a group of trustees, the studs who gave us the least trouble, be the ones who would swing the thong guards at any Texan or hillbilly who didn't cooperate. While these guys were being controlled and had to stay in place without moving a muscle, the trustees used various devices on them...clips on their tits, hot candle was on their bellies or groins. And naturally they paid especial attention to the genital areas. See it was against the rules for any of them to get a hard on and if they did they knew they were going to get punished. Of course the trustees and orderlies delighted in getting the Texans excited so they could administer this punishment. Well, between feathers, hot salad oil and various lubricants, plus rubbing alcohol it was something to see... half a dozen young, really built Texans and hillbillies, all stretched out tight and hanging on to the bed rails until the veins stood out all over their arms and chests and every one of them with a giant hard-on which meant they all had to be punished. I had to admit, some of them didn't mind too much depending on the guards on duty...also the general mood of the group. Usually the trustees would strip down and stand beside the Texans beds. The room would be so hot the sweat would run down their bodies and drip off the ends of their rods. They'd give the Texans orders, like telling them to lick the water off of their pricks. If some guy wouldn't do it, the trustees might piss on him. There would be more punishment for this. I've seen times when up to six or eight Texans and hillbillies were made to stand at the foot of their beds hanging on to the rails, stretched back as far as they could with their feet spread wide apart. An orderly or trustee wold stand between the guys legs and whip his ass until it turned so read it looked on fire. All the while the sweat was pouring off all of them and the more they whipped those Texans, the bigger and harder their irons would get. They'd have raging hard-ons that bounced around beneath their tight flat bellies every time the trustee smacked them. Some of them had balls that would hang down so low they'd slap the end of the guys dick as they swung against it. I've seen them cum that way, too, just hanging on the bed and getting their asses whipped while white cream shot out of them in spurts like it blasted from a jet engine. They'd have to get down on their knees and lick it up, of course, and then get back in place against the bed. Sometimes I'd see a trustee shove himself right tight against one of the Texan's ass. I'd know he was hiding his hard-on, because they weren't supposed to have them either. But with all those naked bodies moving around you really couldn't tell who was doing what. I'd be as hot as they were from watching it so I couldn't say anything when he'd shove his cock right into the guy he was disciplining. They were all so sweaty that's all they'd need for a lubricate. I guess they figured I wouldn't be able to see what they did on TV. If I did see it, I had the choice of letting the trustee go on working over the hillbilly or I could make them change places so the guy who'd been the boss had to take the same shit from the guy he'd been giving it to. One night after I had been gone for a while, I casually turned on the TV to make sure they were all asleep. The trustees were playing an interesting game. They had six guys standing spread-eagled at the end of their bed and six more kneeling with their mouth at cock height. The trustees whipped the asses of the standing hillbillies while the hillbilly was being sucked by the guy kneeling on the floor. The guy on the floor had to make the standing guy cum. The standing guy was not supposed to cum, however. If he did cum, he got 30 more lashings. If he did not cum, he got to kneel on the floor and the guy that was sucking him took his place standing there getting his ass beaten. I learned a lot from the Air Force in that position and I really got into the science of discipline. When I was finally discharged, I decided to take a job at a local medium security prison. This prison, like all prisons, was a subset of society and all the hangups and problems of the outside world were concentrated and visible. A guy either had to be strong enough to take on the whole joint, or find someone who was. A good looking young guy had to punk for someone to protect him or he was open game and his ass would be used at will by all the prisoners. At least if he had "protection" he would only have to "give his booty" to a few "favors". There was a young good-looking blond kid that came in one day...couldn't have been much over 18, but must have been just old enough to be sentenced as an adult. When he walked in, the hall became silent. You could have heard a pin drop. All eyes were on him as he was escorted to his cell. I knew this kid was in for a hot time tonight and sure enough. One of the trustees came to me and asked me for a favor. To keep things quiet on the block, I frequently look the other way. The men are a lot less hostile if they are not quite so horny. So that night as I made my rounds, I ACCIDENTALLY forgot to lock the kids cell and a couple of others for that matter...just too many cells to keep track of! The cons realized they were unlocked and decided to visit the kid and welcome him to the joint. Judging from the screams and moans, I guess about a dozen guys welcomed him with throbbing cocks. The kid never came to me complaining though, I guess he knew better. In this prison, all the inmates have jobs. It keeps them busy and quiet and cuts down on expenses. A couple of jobs are less desirable so I usually give them to the new guys (or young pretty boys). One job is cleaning the toilets and the other is cleaning the showers. Since one tier or another is constantly in the shower, the kid would have to take his clothes off and with soapy water, scrub the shower walls and floor on "all fours" while other guys were taking their showers. Admittedly seeing some cute stud on his knees bent over with that brown spot shining and begging for use is hard for some con standing under a shower with a soapy hard on to resist. It takes forever for these guys to clean that shower...they are constantly getting reamed by some inmate. It does keep morale of the inmates high and if the kid gets out of hand, you simply threaten him with shower duty. The blond kid, Mark, was being harassed every night, by the end of the week he must have taken the dicks of every con in the block. Finally he sought protection from a dark haired Italian guy named Tony. Tony was a muscular stud with at least 9 inches judging from a time I saw him plowing another kid in the showers. Once Mark and Tony made a deal, Mark was no longer fair game and I had Mark transferred to Tony's cell. Mark was delighted and thought he would finally get to sleep one night for a change. Tony had real S/M tendencies and he really "got off" on punching a guy out. That night when the lights went out, Tony told Mark to drop his pants and bend over. Mark had to PAY for the protection. Mark hesitated. Tony got annoyed at the hesitation, after all, he was protecting him from getting banged by every other con. Totally without warning, Tony reached out an punched Mike in the face. Mike was caught off guard and couldn't get back on his feet before Tony hit him again. Again and aga in Tony punched the kid, each time his dick getting harder and harder. Finally the kid stopped resisting. His face black and blue, he just laid there while Tony ripped off Marks pants and plowed the 9" without lubrication the full length up Marks ass. There was a whimper of pain from Mark, but after pulling train all week from the other inmates, he wasn't exactly tight. Every night this would go on...Tony knocking Mark around as fore-play for a heavy fuck session. One day all the cons were in the yard and Tony walked up Mark and told him to go with Charlie over there. Charlie had paid Tony two packs of cigarettes to have Marks ass for a while. Mark balked. He had just come back from giving his tail to another con just so Tony could have some smokes and Mark wanted a rest. Tony really got pissed at Marks refusal and immediately started beating Mark with his fist. Another guard saw the fight begin and blew the whistle. Within seconds there were a dozen guards breaking the two of them up and taking them away. Mark had to be taught a lesson. What the inmates do among themselves at night that we don't see, we don't care. But if they break the rules during the day and incite other inmates, that we punish them for. Mark would have to be taken "down stairs" for some punishment. I admit I was looking forward to this. There were three rooms: the first had showers off one end with an examination table in the center of the room. Here the man would be shoved under a shower by a guard wearing hip-length boots and a rubber coat. If necessary, the prisoner would be scrubbed with a long-handled brush. Then he'd be taken out, following a very hot rinse, and required to dry himself in front of a warm air stream. Following this, he'd be taken to an examination table and hoisted up made to lie on his back. The doctor, my friend Mack, would check him for hernias, heart condition, the usual ailments and would then roll the man over on his stomach. The prisoners butt would be wiped with a cloth soaked in alcohol. He would be pushed to his feet and taken into the next room. The man would be ordered to stand in front of an operating room rack to which a two quart can of hot yellow sudsy water was attached. The guards got off on filling the can with piss when they knew someone special was coming down for discipline. The officer on duty, again in rubber boots and coat would require the prisoner to bend over and spread the cheeks of his ass. We didn't use a rubber "hard tube", but rather a soft number 40 catheter which would be shoved all the way up the con's ass. It was a real groove to watch the big officer grab the con by his shoulder and ram the tube up his ass with a single thrust. The clamp on the tube would be released and the "water" would flow until a gurgle would indicate the con's body had taken all it could. He would be ordered to retain the water until he was told to let it go. Disobedience would mean an extra whipping. When the con straightened up, the officer would make a note of the time and require the con to do ten minutes of deep knee ben ds. If he let even one drop of water out, he would get another ten whippings...and I have never seen one yet that could hold it. After this he was directed to a seat-less toilet and told to release the water. It always came out in a rush because Doc Mac had determined that the best enema was a Fells-Naptha flakes, really cleaned them out!! . A come-along would be attached to the right wrist by a uniformed officer, who always led the con at arms length for fear he might have s ome shit left in him which would spew out onto the officers shiny boots. The man would be dragged into the next room where the whippings were given. The first man into the room would see half a dozen more uniformed officers gathered around a leather (gymnast's) horse. We wore state police uniforms, although two or three were always stripped to the waist. We purposely retained grim expressions as the con was led to the horse and strapped into place by a convict attendant, who would rub more alcohol across his naked backside. After this the convict would see nothing except the boots of those of us who stood in front of him. He would be strapped so tghtly that he couldn't move to see a wider range, but that soon made little difference to him. There'd be a sudden whir behind him and the strap would land against his trembling skin. Another whipping had begun. The officers prided themselves in being real "sharp shooters" with that whip. The con was tied with is legs spread apart displaying his asshole in full view. A favorite game among the guards was to see how often they could hit the brown spot with the whip without touching t he rest of his ass. It took a lot of practice so there were a lot of cons that had red asses anyway, but you could tell from the scream when you had hit your mark right in the center. Sometimes all the officers would leave to get the next prisoner except for me and another friend. After whipping some poor kids ass until it was bleeding, we would plow our rod into that begging hole...if it was good enough for the cons...the kid would not dare tell anyone we had worked him over. The next men brought in to be whipped would be handcuffed to a steel rail set into one wall, and from there the would be allowed to watch the festivities. Just seeing it would make the guys balls crawl higher against his body. Many of them would get hard-ons. An officer might amuse himself by telling a con to stroke himself, but there was rarely time to cum before the mans own turn came at the horse. Erections during a whipping result from the tremendous apprehension a man feels when he experiences physical punishment under these circumstances. When he does become erect, you can't stop the whipping and have them jerk off. Usually they just cum while their cock is pressed against the horse. Doc Mac would always check the mans ass after the whipping to insure against internal hemorrhaging. Actually he just wanted to get his hand up the guy's ass to test how good a fuck he'd be. When we brought Mark down for punishment, there was another guy next in line named Horse...a name he well deserved. Horse had slipped me a few bucks to be able to have some time with Mark.`M had a pretty good day that time in that most of my whippings landed right on his brown spot. It was such a shame to scar the pretty white ass on the kid. I remember the other officers left and there was just me and Horse handcuffed against the wall. I couldn't resist that ass and as soon as the other guards left, I rammed my cock up Mark's hole and rode him like it was my last fuck. I must have shot a gallon up that hot ass when I had this urge to piss. "I'll lubricate him for you, Horse" I said as I filled his ass with my hot piss. Horse was watching all the time and his dick was now a full 11 inches and must have been 4 inches thick. Without releasing Mark, I un-cuffed Horse and said "you got five minutes". Mark had been silent all this time, probably unconscious. When Horse started pushing that 11 inches up him, he suddenly came alive. He screamed and begged to stop even more than I have heard someone beg to stop the whipping. Horse didn't miss a beat. Mark took the entire 11 inches fast and hard. The poor kids ass was split open so wide a fist would easily fit in it. Horse shot his load and got back by the wall so when the other guards came in, it looked like nothing had happened. Mark was untied and collapsed on the floor. He was later taken back to Tony to "apologize" for his behavior in the yard. Some of the officers came from prisons in the South where there were no rules or regulations for prison officials. They would do anything it would take to keep order and discipline even if "unconventional". As long as there were no riots, the prison board didn't care what went on in the sub-basement....what they didn't know wouldn't bother anybody. These officers had some "toys" that were so crude, a con would never tell anyone about them because he did not want them to know they were used on him!! One toy was like a plain kitchen table with what looked like a sausage stuffer at the end. It looked like a meat grinder with a handle, but it had a long nozzle and you could put something in the top, turn the handle, and it would be forced out the nozzle. If a guy was strapped to the table and the nozzle was shoved up his ass, anything that was fed into the top of grinder would be forced up the guys ass filling his shit chute. One thing which really worked well was more shit!!! A guard or another con would take a dump into the hopper and an officer would turn the crank forcing it up the guys ass. This could make someone real constipated so afterwards he would be taken over to another slanted table where several other cons were strapped down. The table sloped into a long trough filled with what smelled like a combination shit, piss, water, blood, cum and anything else that they would put up a guys ass. A hose was inserted up the guys full ass and the murky liquid was pu mped up his ass. Eventually the liquid would flow out along with the packed in shit and return to the trough where it would mix with the murk coming from the guy strapped next to him to recycle again. Just the thought of having another cons shit shoved up your ass would make a con avoid this pit. Much of the information about what was going on among the cons came from squealers, stoolies, pigeons, guys that would tell a officer what he wanted to know to avoid punishment or to get favors. If an officer could not get the information from a con that he know he had it, the con would be taken down to the "chair". This was a seat-less chair that the con would be strapped into. Beneath the chair was a cone shaped dildo connected to two motors. One motor caused it to rotate, and the other motor was on a screw drive which caused the dildo to drive upward into the cons hole. Being cone shaped, it got wider as it went up spreading as well ad driving deep up his as. It didn't take more than about 11 inches before the guard either had the information, or knew he had made a mistake and the con didn't know after all! No loss either way, just another way of running a prison. After all, society put them here to be punished so there is no reason to make it easy for them, but anything that would mak e my job a little easier is certainly acceptable. That was a few of the common happens in the day-to-day life of a prison guard. If anything else interesting happens, I'll be sure and write it down here.

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From: moby12345@aol.com (Moby12345) Subject: The PRIME Mission (M/M, fantasy) Date: 30 Jan 1996 19:58:09 -0500 The following story depicts behavior between consenting (well, almost) adult men over the age of 18. If you are under 18 or if you are not comfortable in reading such material, please stop now. The PRIME MISSION Chapter 1 The rain poured down in sheets that Monday morning as Jack Carison ran across the compound and entered the Fort Craig Command Center. He shut the large oak entry doors and leaned back, trying to catch his breath and to collect his thoughts. It had been a long ten months since the idea of the PRIME Mission first occurred to him. He remembered it well - exactly 2 days after the first positive test results came in on SDL, his secret research. It had taken those ten months, in spite of the constant pressure he put himself through, to work out all the details, to prepare for any unforeseen problems. But, permission from Washington of the go-ahead came in last Friday. Today Jack was making the final preparations, completing the inspection of his hand-picked volunteers (at least they thought so). Tomorrow the mission begins. Standing there, in those few short moments, reflecting on the day's work ahead, he could feel a dull excitement deep in his asshole. He flexed his taunt asscheeks to control the desire. "Soon ...", he mused. The guard at the front desk watched Jack, his hand frozen in midair, still holding the mail he was sorting when Jack walked in. Jack was worth watching, especially now that the rain had soaked totally through his snug fitting uniform. Jack wasn't a big man, standing only five feet seven, but his body more than made up for any lack of height. Broad rock-hard shoulders, a full chiseled chest and tight bulging muscular arms dominated his stature. Jack's extremely narrow waist accented his lean trim hips and his magnificent ass - two high set, rounded cheeks which managed to stretch any reasonably sized slacks he could find. Now, centered between those tightly indented ass checks, the rain soaked pant material clung and dipped into the deep dividing crack. Below extended flaring thighs, corded with muscle; down to the wide calf muscles that pushed against the thin material of his pant legs. The guard wasn't looking at Jack's ass though. His eyes were locked on the thick long bulge that pushed down along Jack's right inner thigh. As he stared, he was positive he saw that fat tube thicken and stretch further down Jack's leg. The guard felt his own ample crotch tighten, throb and swell, as he stared. He couldn't believe this sight! Since the first day he was transferred to this station, his work days had been one long slow moving bore. He had noticed Captain Carison in the hall, but had been unable to check him out up close. Now, the man was spread out in all his masculinity, not more than ten feet away. But he did not really see the whole man. All he could focus on was the Captain's wet uniform as it clung to every inch of that hard body ... clung to every inch of the fat cock bulge between his legs. The Captain's wet pant material was pasted across the expanse of his muscular thigh, then rose suddenly to fit the growing shaft of his blood filled cock. The guard wasn't able to look up - to see if Jack saw his obvious focus of interest. He didn't care at that point. All he could see was cock - big fat meaty cock. It must have been a good three inches across! The guard felt a deep guttural moan rise in his throat and his chest tighten as he stared. He could even see the outline of thick blood vessels crisscrossing the Captain's cock, pushing against the thin cotton. They extended down the stalk to the wide flaring ridge of the cockhead, about eight inches along the Captain's thigh. The guard instinctively leaned forward against the desk that separated him from the entryway, pushing his own seven inch cock into the hard wood. The pressure made his tool rock hard and ache, his balls tighten. Just then he saw the Captain's ass flex, and that cock bulge stretch even more. He couldn't help it, that deep moan broke from his throat. It broke the spell! Jack looked up and saw the flushed guard staring at him .... at his crotch ... at his cock. "Private! What's your name?", Jack asked in a harsh tone. Jack actually wasn't angry, but it never hurts to shake the kid up a little. And a good looking kid he was, Jack thought - looks to be about nineteen, with that farm-feed all American charm. Probably straight out of Iowa, Jack thought. "Andrews, SIR! Ahh...... Private Andrews". Andrews could feel his own cock pulse hard, his balls tighten even more. His cock actually ached. He desperately wanted to grab onto it and squeeze, it hurt so much. Instead he leaned harder into the desk, to relieve the pressure. It didn't help. He only succeeded in pushing against his hot heavy balls and force his stiff rod to strain against the desk. The rigid outline of his cock was obscenely apparent. He couldn't help what was happening to him. He felt dizzy and chilled. The cold sweat was pouring from his damp hairy armpits. He had always been hung-up on hard tough men who talked down to him. He supposed that was why he felt drawn to the service and joined up. There was always a man yelling orders wherever you turned. Those men were proud of their sweaty hairy hard bodies, their tight molded uniforms showing off their rippling muscles, barking commands at the other men. And this Captain Carison was one tough officer with muscle, hair, ... and a man's fat long cock to match. "Well, Private Andrews. I seem to have a problem", Jack said, toning his voice down a bit. He paused deliberately, watching as the Private's eyes slowly traveled back down Jack's body, stopping at the junction of his wet beefy thighs. Jack couldn't help his own reaction - it was almost automatic - his fat dripping cockshaft flexed in its wet confines. " YES SIR! Anything I can do, SIR! Any......?", the Private's voice caught in his throat. Jack's cock pulsed again. Jack was starting to enjoy this. The Private was besides himself. He knew he was staring and he knew Jack knew. But he couldn't help himself. That COCK! It was so big, and so fat. He could see the Captain's pants clinging to every hot inch. He swore he could even distinguish the wide piss slit at the tip of that blunt cockhead. The pant material seemed darker there, darker than just wet from the rain. "Ahhhhh. SHIT!", Andrews said to himself. The thoughts spun in his head. "It's leaking!!! .... That fat cock, that big mother dick!" "Wet .... hot, fat, wet cockhead, it's dripping ..." "Ahhhh ... shit! Dripping hot cum, pumping thick cum!" "Private!", Jack broke the kid's daze, "Yes, I think you CAN help." "Bring me a clean dry lab uniform. I'll be in my office. Room 132." And with that, Jack turned and strode off down the hall. Andrews was stunned. It took a minute before he was able to regain his composure. He fumbled with the phone, calling his stand-in down in Supply. With that take care of, he rushed around the corner to the Control Status Lab to get a fresh uniform for the Captain. His thoughts were awhirl. He did notice, however, that his own cock still ached. It hadn't lost a bit of its hardness. **** Jack's desk was just as he left it Friday afternoon. He had finished all the necessary reports and final supply requests for the start of the mission. They were still neatly piled on his desk pad. He was immediately drawn to the top folder, marked PERSONNEL. Jack has spent his last four months well. He had reviewed the records of all local military staff - male staff, that is, within a five hundred mile radius of Fort Craig. He was looking for just the RIGHT nine men who would accompany him on the mission. After all, that was the REAL reason for the mission - the RIGHT MEN! Not the horseshit he fed Washington as justification. His nine hand-picked men were to report this morning sharply at eight for their final testing. Jack was sure that they would pass. The mission was "GO" for tomorrow morning. Jack began to feel the dampness of his wet uniform. He removed his jacket. He could still feel his heavy cock stretched and swollen down his thigh. He removed his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, but did not pull it off. He ran his hands inside his shirt, across his damp hairy chest. Jack never failed to enjoy running his fingers lightly through the heavy growth of black chest hair - softly pressing and inspecting each rippling ridge of muscle. His fingers brushed across his left nipple, hidden under the mass of kinky hair, and felt the large dark peak stiffen and push upward. A chill ran down his spine and dipped down into his asshole. He involuntarily flexed his taunt ass and felt his cock respond again by stiffening even more past its present swollen nine inches, dripping more pre-cum. Jack was horny - horny deep down. It would take a hell of a lot more to satisfy him, than just dumping one load. As he kicked off his shoes, he looked down and saw his hot rod making an incredibly huge tent in his wet pants. He palmed the stiff cock through the material. He squeezed the fat throbbing cockhead and felt it drip more pre-cum. His large heavy balls churned in their wrinkled hairy sack. Jacked groaned, but continued to remove his wet cold clothes - his socks, his belt. He was just opening the top button of his slacks when there was a knock at his office door. "Who is it" "Andrews, sir. I have that dry lab suit". "Come in", replied Jack. Andrews opened the door and stopped dead in his tracks. His mouth fell open as he took in the sight Captain Carison presented. There was Carison, that tough no-bullshit, built hunk, standing in his bare feet, his wet shirt open showing his hairy muscular chest, his large brown pointed nipples pushing against the shirt material. The Captain's rippling stomach, indented by a deep navel was fully exposed. His thick black swirling chest hair trailing down in a straight line, dipped into the clinging slacks. Andrews could see that the huge bulge of Carison's crotch had not diminished - if anything, the Captain's thick meaty veined cock was even more prominent. "Come in, damn it! And close the door!" "YES SIR!" "Here, hand me that suit .... and hang all these wet things over there on the couch." Andrews handed over the white lab suit. He bent down to pick up the discarded clothing Jack has tossed on the floor. As he gathered them up, he looked up. From that position, the Captain towered over him. Jack stood directly in front of Andrews. He knew Andrews was still staring at him - at his crotch. He made a deliberate move to reach for the zipper on his pants and drew it down very, very slowly. He could see the Private licking his lips in his nervousness. Jack's thick cockstalk pushed out through the opening. When the fat, mushroom head trailed out, his full ten inches of hot cock meat arched out from his thick curly cockbush. A syrupy stream of drooling pre-cum smeared the large head and visibly dripped to the floor. Neither Jack nor Andrews moved. Their concentration was centered on Jack's big mantool. Slowly, however, each looked up until they were staring into each other's eyes. Jack was desperate to have his heavy hot load of cum drained from that drooling cock. Andrews was flushed and hot. Their eyes still locked, each seemed to lean toward the other, until the fat mushroom head of Jack's cock brushed wetly against Andrews' sweaty lips. Andrews was breathing very heavy and his hot breath cascaded across the wet hard cockhead. He could smell the musky odor of mancock, cum and sweat. He breathed deeper, his nostrils faring at the heady smell, spit drooling from his parted lips fell across his chest. Both men were frozen in time. Andrews slowly parted his moist lips, his hot wet tongue moving forward to touch the streaming juices from Carison's cock. Jack's body was numb except for his focus on the warm, sloppy wet tongue lapping lazily at his aching ten inch tool. The tension built until he could stand it no longer. He grabbed Andrews head, and pulled him forward, forcing his wide cockhead into Andrews' stretched mouth and across that hot wet tongue into the deep channel of Andrews' tight throat. "SUCK, Private ... SUCK MY COCK!" Andrews suddenly turned into an animal. The flood gates were opened. His only thought was cock - that big fat drooling cock - all ten steel-hard inches. And what it promised him. Both men slid to the floor in front of Jack's desk. Jack thrusting his narrow sweaty hips up into the Private's hot sucking face. "Ohhhh man .... feels so goooood ... so hot ... so fucking good!" "Wet ... EAT ME!!! .... Eat my big cock!" "Ahhhhh .... suck, suck, .... SUCK, SUCK THAT COCK!" "Yessssssss .... drain my balls, my big fat hairy balls ... suck it!" "Ohhhhhh .... ughhhhhh .... soooooo gooooood ..." Andrews sucked and slurped. His only world was cock - fat, hard cock. His tongue washed across the wide drooling mushroom head. Up and down .... up and down, he sucked. Tight hot lips and tongue caressing the fat head, the long thick hard stalk, nibbling at the hairy balls when his nose was pushed into the damp cockbush; then back up again - inch after inch of pulsing cockmeat. His hands were busy too. He couldn't get enough of Jack's body. He pulled Jack's hard flexing ass to his face; he rubbed the down covered ass cheeks and ran his fingers into the deep, dark, moist hairy crack - against the wrinkled, pulsing, puckered hole deep in the center. He couldn't believe the heat, his fingers encountered. "Ohhhhhhh .... man, suck, suck, suck that cock!", Jack mumbled. "Deep ... deep in your throat ... Ahhhhhhhh ..." "Suck, suck ... so hot ... go good ..." Andrews sucked, driving that ten inch rod again and again deep into his throat. His hands moved up Jack's body, across Jack's tight stomach, up onto the heaving, sweaty chest. He curled his fingers in the mass of black chest hair. He found the two hard nipples and pinched and pulled at them. He flicked his fingers again and again across the hard nubs. "Aghhhhhhhh ....!!!", Jack writhed on the floor. He was so fucking turned on! "Yeaaaaaaa ... suck .... eat it .... EAT IT!!!!" Jack's strong muscled legs started to twitch. His big fat goose-egg balls churned in their wrinkled sack and pulled close to his body. The hot thick cum was boiling in his hairy balls. It pushed and churned its way up to the base of his fat mancock. His whole body went rigid. The burning heat of his large syrupy load stung deep in his shaft. He was about to rip Andrews' head off with a huge hot load. "Ughhhhhhhh ... ughhhhhhh ... tooooo sooooon ... too soon ..." "Ugh ... ugh ... Ahhh suck, suck ... SUCK ..." "Here it comes!! ... now, now ... NOW!!!!" Andrews struggled to drag the long rod out of his throat, lapping at each swollen hard inch. He could feel the stalk get harder and thicker if that was possible. He used all of his strength to hold Jack's shaking hips in place. As soon as the head reached his tongue, he bathed it in hot wet spit - the drooling bloated head pulsed at the treatment. The first steaming bolt of cum shot against the back of Andrews' mouth. The second washed along his tongue. One right after the other, bolt after bolt of hot sweet tasting cum. It swirled in his mouth, mixing with his hot spit. He swallowed again and again. There was too much! It leaked from the corners of his tight sucking lips and slid down the pulsing ten inch cockstalk to puddle on Jack's tight hard balls. The PRIME MISSION Chapter 2 It was almost nine o'clock as Jack hurriedly strode down the brightly lit corridor to the medical wing. He was late. The men would already have started their final check. He had wanted to be there from the beginning. As he walked along, the white lab suit he was now wearing pinched at his thighs. "Shit!", he thought. "That fucking cocksucker got this suit too small!" Then again, Jack's clothes were always pinching his meaty thighs. All his clothes were stretched to the breaking point across his flaring tight asscheeks. The overall effect always highlighted not only that magnificent ass, but also shaped and molded every hot inch of Jack's cock and balls. He reached the Medical Processing room, and stopped before the double swinging doors. Looking up, he saw the big red backlit sign: ADMITTANCE TO AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY. "Well", he thought, "this is it." He took a deep breath and pushed through into the large processing room. Across the room from the entry, and beyond the array of every medical device yet conceived, stood the MEN - their backs to Jack. They were all stripped down to regulation shorts and tee-shirts. Jack quickly scanned the line. "Yea", he thought, "I was right about every one of them ...". "... even though they may not realize it themselves." What Jack was seeing, was the apparent selection each and every man in line had made as to the size of their regulation underwear. Each was wearing at least one size too small - some even more, he expected. The thin tan fabric stretched and molded against every curve and dip of their bodies. Jack felt a tightening in his gut. He was looking forward to the start of this mission. Now that he saw all nine beefy MEN together, he wasn't sure he could wait the twenty-four hours before it all began. He strode across the room to the assembled group. "ATTENTION!", barked the medical orderly who first saw Jack approach. All nine MEN snapped to attention together. Jack stepped forward and scanned down the lineup. "Amazing ...", he thought, "perfect! What a group of studs!" "At ease, men", said Jack. "I want to thank you all for agreeing to undertake this mission." "I am sure you won't regret your decision. It should prove very interesting." "Immediately following your final med-check, we will meet in briefing room four, to cover last minute details and equipment checks. Then it's rest, until tomorrow. Sharp at 0700." "Any questions you have will be addressed at the briefing. Until then, carry on!" Jack had to tear his eyes away. He could feel the blood pumping back into his ten inch cockmeat. Just looking at these hung hairy MEN was igniting his fires. He forced himself to turn and walk away. With each step, thoughts of tomorrow rushed through his brain. "There'll be time", he thought, "to suck and lick at every square inch of every fucking stud. And I intend to know every twist and turn of every fucking muscle!" ***** Jack has a lot of work to do, but he made a snap decision to put it off. The MEN, his MEN, were foremost in his mind right now, When he left the Processing room, he turned left, away from his office. He had to see more! ... and right now! He cut down the next corridor and went through the blood testing lab. It connected to the main Processing lab and its examining rooms. To the right was a closed and locked metal door. He went directly to it, unlocked it with his master key and stepped inside, making sure the door was closed behind him. It was the old observation station. No longer used, it was packed with boxes of medical supplies. There was just enough room to stand to one side, looking out through the old one-way mirror into the examining room. It was dim inside the small station, but a clear, well lit view of the examining room was before him. Just then the young medical orderly walked into the examining room with the first of his MEN - Private Robert Anderson. "Mack" Anderson dwarfed the young orderly. Jack's mind flashed back to the Personnel file on his desk. Anderson, Robert (Mack) - Private: 29 six foot two 210 hair - brown; eyes - brown married field - electronics Those were the formal stats. The important statistics were: married - yes, but gives every indication that he can be had! big hairy stud, with a huge basket! and a body that doesn't quit! Standing in the examining room not more than five feet away, Mack looked true to his real stats. His big muscled chest seemed about to rip his thin tee-shirt apart. Long tuffs of brown chest hair could be seen swirled underneath, with strands pushing out at his neckline. His regulation shorts clung to his narrow hips. His crotch was monstrous! - so big, the shorts parted at the fly, with a thick growth of very dark brown cockhair pouring out. Jack's mouth watered. His asshole started to itch. They entered one at a time, were examined and left. Jack's blood got hotter and hotter. His big cock was rigid, and leaking - this morning's blowjob forgotten. Parading before his eyes were the nine humpy MEN he had spent months searching for. Hot flashes were spinning through his brain. He wanted to break through the one-way mirror and fall to his knees, sinking his face into each and every hung crotch that came though the door. Parks, William (Bill) - Private: 27 six foot one 195 hair - curly brown; eyes - green single field - mechanics .... sporting a cock so big its fat head peeked out below the legs of the shorts. Wilson, Adam - Private: 25 six foot zero 235 hair - blond; eyes - blue single field - geology .... ex-football stud, nicknamed "Jock" with a body whose muscles had muscles! The muscle between his legs was big enough to rip even an extra-large jock to shreds. Johnson, Andrew - Private: 24 six foot one 195 hair - auburn; eyes - gray single field - biology .... tall, thin wiry dude. Would fit right in on any Western range - a cowboy from way back ... and a monster cock bulge that extended almost to infinity. Moore, David - Private: 19 six foot zero 180 hair - blond, almost white; eyes - hazel single field - student, biology .... the perfect swimmer's build, except for the mound between his legs would add a lot of drag in the water. Lee, Michael - Private: 30 five foot ten 190 hair - black; eyes - black married field - technical support .... a specimen of masculinity - deep brooding eyes - rugged all-around man - muscles that seemed to flex even when he was standing still - including the muscle Jack really cared about. Gold, Larry - Private: 18 five foot eleven 175 hair - brown; eyes - brown single field - cook .... this was ripe virgin territory! The kid sported the most "I want to be fucked" ass Jack had ever seen. And a crotch that said he was also a man. Williams, Donald - Private: 27 six foot one 225 hair - brown; eyes - brown divorced field - exMP .... actually, field: STUD - that's the only occupation this hung hairy male qualified for. Butch as they come - with massive biceps. Jack was breathing hard. A large wet spot had developed at his crotch. His rockhard ten inches was drooling. Drooling at the thought of sucking those huge mancocks being paraded before him ... licking their hairy sweaty balls ... lapping their tight assholes ... spreading his legs to open his hungry ass to their thrusting rods ... taking their hot boiling loads of cum ... and going back for more! Just as MAN number nine walked into the examining room, Jack heard the door behind him open! He ripped his eyes away from the scene in the mirror and half turned - COMMANDER STEVENS !!!!!!!! "SIR!", Jack snapped to attention. "Take it easy Captain", the Commander said. "I see you're looking over your men for the mission, Jack". "Yes sir", replied Jack. The Commander entered the small, cramped observation room, and shut the door. That surprised Jack. In the small confined area, the Commander's body was forced up against Jack's back. So close, they were almost molded together. "Fine specimen. What's his name?", asked the Commander. Jack's eyes were drawn back to the examining room. A small audible gasp broke from his lips. There in the lit room, being attended to by the young orderly, was "Rock"! Jack's hard cock throbbed, leaking more pre-cum. He started to really sweat, little streams of perspiration trickled from his forehead, from under his arms and down his back. "Pr .. Private, .... errrr ..... Paul Rock, sir". Rock, Paul - Private: 23 five foot eleven 215 hair - brown; eyes - brown single field - mechanics .... interests - weightlifting. Interests? ... Fuck ... the man was built like a brick shithouse. Muscle, muscle - everywhere! Corded strips of muscle packed on his arms, chest, straining against the tight tee-shirt, down his thighs, .... "Oh shit!", thought Jack. Rock was removing his tee-shirt. None of the other men had! "Fucking exhibitionist!", thought Jack. "Loves his muscles so much ... showing them off to the young orderly". Jack was puzzled - no other man's examination took this long. The young orderly was taking his damn time on Rock. Jack wanted this to end ... the Commander was pressed against him ... and Jack's cock was so hard, he was afraid to turn and expose his bulging crotch ... what would the Commander think?!!! Jack was flushed. It was so hot in the small room. He felt dizzy. The Commander was pressed co close, Jack was afraid to move. The Commander was talking now ... no need to answer, just listen, thought Jack. But Jack couldn't do even that! He shut his eyes tight, quietly taking deep breaths to restore his composure. He only heard bits and pieces of what the Commander was saying. " ... mission is a credit to ...." " ... good for the men ..." " ... good for the service ..." The sensations were hitting Jack like thunderbolts. Commander Stevens was pressed to him. Jack could feel every seam and crease of the Commander's uniform biting into his back. "Commander Stevens!!", Jack thought to himself. ""Commander Richard Stevens! Commander DICK Stevens!" Jack's biggest wet dream. That was his nickname, wasn't it? Jack continued to talk to himself. "DICK!! DICK Stevens!!" - the biggest, hairiest, muscle bound, beefy STUD MALE, Jack had ever seen ... could ever imagine. Pressed up against him!!! The man Jack never dared to even imagine being with. Never dared, because he was afraid ... afraid of being rejected. He wouldn't be able to live with that! Stevens was Jack's idol! "What? ... what? ... oh no! ... no! ... ", thought Jack. Jack's eyes were shut tight. He was terrified to open them! One more look at Rock - muscled Rock - with the Commander pressed to his back like that ... he knew his big cock would blast! Then he felt it ......... "NOOOOOOOO!" Jack's mind screamed! His sensitive ass felt it! But his mind would not accept it! ... something big, something huge, long, hard, ... monstrous!!! ... pressed along Jack's ass crack! His cheeks flexed involuntarily. Jack's head spun. Sweat rolled off his body. His ten inch cock was pulsing. He was going to cum! His fat mushroom cockhead throbbed, drooling, drooling. Jack's ass was quivering ... not from fear ... not from horniness ... it was searching out! ... searching .... feeling .... what was that? ... what was that huge ridge pressed between his sweaty ass cheeks? As from a distance, Jack could hear the Commander still talking .... it sounded like it came from a long dark tunnel .... Jack caught his breath ... he held it ... he was about to blast the head off his cock!!!! "Well, good luck on your interesting mission, Captain". "Yes, ... very interesting". AND THEN HE WAS GONE. Jack's breath burst from his lungs! His cock recoiled and blasted wads of man cream into his lab pants. His whole body rocked! His eyes snapped open! "Oh my god..........!!!!!!!!!!!!", Jack moaned, his cock shooting load after load of hot cum. There before his eyes!!! .... the young orderly - on his knees!!!!! Rock's fat long RIGID COCK blasting cum down the orderly's throat!!!!!! "Ohhhhh nooooo ....... ohhhhhh", Jack agonized. "But ... but the Commander?!!!", the thought burned in his brain. "He saw!!!!!!" The PRIME MISSION Chapter 3 It was now 0700. The PRIME Mission was about to begin. Captain Carison lined up with his MEN before the shuttle tube. They were alone. They would remain alone for the next five weeks. The MEN were restless. It was a combination of anticipation and adjusting to their new mission suits. The suits were Jack's idea, his original design. He justified them to the military on the grounds of their simplicity and ease of movement. But their true reason was "maximum sexuality" in Jack's mind. The suits were light tan in color, a subtle hint of "flesh" tone, to subject the unconscious mind to thoughts of naked skin. The material was a modified synthetic, again justified for its durability, but so soft and paper thin that it clung, accenting every muscle, every line in the MEN's rugged bodies. The one piece suits were designed with tank-top like necklines to better display a man's bristling chest hair, and accentuate bulging biceps. They allowed free access to damp, sweaty, hairy armpits. The intent was to maximize male odor, the male body, the male! The suits tapered to snugly fit midsections. The ultimate sexuality of the suits was the manner in which they clung and outlined male buttocks, thighs, cock and balls. Worn without underwear - part of the requirement - their visual impact was to draw the viewer's eyes to a man's crotch. To highlight his ball sack and to define and expose the cocktube, and cockhead. Jack Carison scanned down the line of his nine MEN. The sight of them kept his own ten incher semi-hard. The MEN's attention was drawn to the shuttle tube vehicles in front of them. Jack continued to observe the MEN. One casually scratched his right ass cheek, causing the thin suit material to shift and stretch. One rubbed his chest, his nipples involuntarily hardening and pushing against the material. From Jack's vantage point, he could see mounded crotch after mounded crotch - nine BIG cocks - nine big sets of cum laden manballs. It was time to begin! "All right MEN ...", said Jack. It was his habit to address them as "MEN". That's what he wanted; that's what he wanted them to know themselves as - to want also - MEN! "As I explained yesterday, in our briefing. Two MEN each will be assigned to a tube vehicle. The quarters will be tight, due to the fact we must utilize most of the compartments for our gear and supplies. It's time you started to adjust to close quarters anyway, since our destination will be no more roomier." The shuttle tube vehicles were all connected like a train on the narrow two rail track. A train which would take them and their gear to their new home for the next five weeks. Each vehicle was shaped like a fat cigar - about eight feet long, but only three feet high. Silver in color, they tapered to rounded ends, where a complex linkage could be seen to the next vehicle in the chain that made up this "train". Their destination was a long abandoned, underground research complex. The normal entrances had been dynamited closed years ago. This was the only remaining entry - a forgotten, supply shuttle into the complex. It was never intended to carry people, but Jack had it modified - to his own specifications, of course. "I'm afraid you'll have to endure packed supplies even within your own travel tubes. With the amount of space available, we were forced to use every square inch of room", noted Jack. He knew, however, the true reason was to adjust the available space in such a way as to force the MEN into position - a position that could prove very interesting during the eight hour estimated travel time. "Each tube is equipped with audio interconnects to the first tube, in which I will be riding", said Jack. "That way, during our travel, I will keep you updated as to our status and ETA." Jack, of course, failed to mention that each tube was also connected by video to the lead vehicle, so that he could look in any time he chose to view interesting developments. His video monitor and its taping mechanism were constructed as to be hidden from his own travel companion. And speaking of his travel companion, he was going to assign Rock to his vehicle. After yesterday morning, in the medical wing, Jack knew he had to have Rock's big cock - and soon! Carison noticed how the MEN were naturally pairing off. He had expected those pairings - even planned for them. Privates "Mack" Anderson and Mike Lee were assigned together. Jack noted how the two married members of his team struck up a friendship immediately. Jack had big plans for those two. Mack entered tube five, and climbed into the "upper" berth - actually only a mesh net - wide mesh at that - slung in the tube. Because of strategically placed supplies, Mike was forced to lie down in the lower berth, his feet in the other direction. Jack took in their settled positions and had to smile. It was perfect! Big hairy Mack was on his side and seemed to dominate the smaller Mike. Jack knew Mack couldn't hold that position for long. Soon he would roll onto his stomach - and that would bring Mack's big bulging crotch, with his huge cock visibly outlined, just inches away from Mike's face below. Not to mention the fact that Mack's own face would be looking directly at Mike's churning crotch. Jack swung the tube vehicle's door shut, locking the two masculine MEN in. The tubes were windowless with small lights inside, preventing total darkness. Captain Carison walked up the line to the next vehicle. Tube number four was assigned to Privates Andy Johnson, the tall auburn haired "cowboy" and Dave Moore, young blond and hot. Both men were in biology, although Andy was senior staff and young David only a beginning student. They were forced side by side on the same level - head to head, back to front. More specifically, Andy's long snake-like cock was positioned right up against the smooth hairless golden ass of David Moore. Because of the rounded bottom of the tube, the men were forced to press tight against each other. Jack's expectations were that during the bumping, swaying trip, Andy's long cock would nestle deeper and deeper into the tight virgin ass crack of little David. Tube number three was basically the same setup, only this one was for Privates Bill Parks and young Larry Gold. Jack's cock pulsed a bit as he closed the tube door on the two men. He saw big Bill Parks reach around young Larry's chest to draw them closer in a more comfortable position. The move brought Bill's huge eleven and one half inch basket right up against the eighteen year old's tight little buns. Tube number two, just behind the lead vehicle, held Jock and the exMP, Don. Privates Adam "Jock" Wilson, football stud and soon to be taught a lesson Don Williams were positioned face to face, cock to cock. Both big muscled men vied for comfortable positions, each movement forcing their huge eleven inch baskets to rub back and forth against each other. That left Jack and Rock for tube number one. Their positions were also well planned by Jack. Jack rested slightly below Rock, who was suspended in another wide mesh net, and Jack's wet hot lips right up against the weightlifter's swollen nine and one half inch cock bulge. Once in place, Jack reached behind him to shut the tube door down and secure it. He let himself take a few minutes to take in the sight right before his eyes. Inches away was the cock and balls of the husky weightlifter. Jack could see the tan clinging suit material outline each egg sized ball below the cock shaft. The big cock itself ran down along Rock's left thigh. Jack's eyes slowly traced up and down the rod. It was big and fat. The major blood vessels were prominent against the clinging material. Jack's eyes centered on the fat squarish cockhead. He could see the flared ridge of skin at the base of the head of Rock's cut cock. The material proceeded to stretch across the wide crown and dip into the indented cock lips. Jack had to tear himself away from Rock's crotch. He needed to start the mission, to engage the shuttle. He knew he had the next eight hours to devote to Rock - to Rock's cock and cum filled balls, specifically. He swung the small control panel down from its position on the wall of the tube. He moved it in front of him, so it was positioned across Rock's right thigh. That left Rock's crotch visible just below the panel. Jack made sure that he went about adjusting knobs and flicking the control switches, the palm of his hand continuously brushing against Rock's thigh and just barely touching his enclosed ball sack. Nothing too obvious, no direct attack at Rock's fat cock - at least not yet! "Attention men", Jack spoke into the panel mike. "Respond by flipping the Reception Open switches on your individual panels, if you read." Jack paused a few moments, and four green lights flashed on his master panel. All tubes had audio. "Good - all acknowledged", replied Jack. With that, Jack flipped a few more switches and the tube shuttle started to move, picking up speed with each passing second. One minute later, Jack again opened audio connections. "Men, we have achieved travel velocity". "I will re-open communications in exactly one hour. Until then relax and enjoy the ride." Jack flipped the audio switch off - the PRIME Mission had begun! Three major items defined the real mission: the MEN, the close confinement and .... that one special item - SDL. No need to go into its technical name, SDL was what gave Jack the idea for the PRIME Mission. SDL - odorless, invisible, tasteless gas. It had proven to make even the most meek of men, a raging, roaring, hungry animal, with no inhibitions and with only one dominating purpose - sexual gratification! Yea, SDL was one hell of a turn-on in sufficient amounts. Right now, however, Jack was not about to release its full potency. That would be too much, too soon. He slowly flipped the video switches, scanning first tube five, then four, and so on. In tube five, it was obvious both Mack and Mike, the married men, had noticed their travel positions. Each man looked a little flushed as they furtively looked up and down the huge bulging crotch in front of their faces. Jack flicked the SDL switch to a low position for tube five. He would check back in about an hour. By that time, both men should be ready for a little more, .... shall we say "encouragement". In tube four, the cowboy Andy was talking to young David Moore, still pressed close to David's tight rounded ass. Young David must have already felt Andy's long snake cock nestled in his ass crack - his face was flushed red and he looked like he was afraid to move. Jack set them on low exposure SDL too. In tube three, rugged Bill Parks still had his arm around eighteen year old Larry Gold. That was a good sign! They were set on low also. As was tube two, with Jock and Don Williams. Jack noticed that Williams looked embarrassed, realizing he was not more than five inches away from Jock's swollen crotch. Well Jack would cure that problem when they arrived at their destination. He had something very special in store for Private Don Williams. Jack got done adjusting the control panel and pushed it back out of the way. Before he did, he set the SDL mode in his own tube to just a notch below medium. He knew Rock was game after seeing him yesterday with his rigid mantool pumping in and out of that young orderly's sloppy wet throat. Jack settled back and waited - waited for the odorless gas to take affect. ***** Twenty minutes into the trip, Jack could see that Rock was getting a bit restless. He could hear Rock moving his arms about the other end of the shuttle tube, even though he wasn't able to see that end of the tube from his prone position. What Jack did see made him smile. Rock was unconsciously flexing his corded thigh muscles, rubbing his crotch back and forth against the suit material that molded his cock and heavy balls. Jack watched the mound that shaped Rock's mushroomed cockhead. He noticed a slight staining of the tan material near the tip of the swollen glans. Jack could feel himself getting a bit flushed and hot. It wasn't an uncomfortable feeling, he knew, having felt the effects of the gas before. It was more a feeling that he needed to move, to sway with the sensations. He felt his hairy balls tighten in their sack, and blood slowly pump into his ten inch cock. He wondered whether Rock noticed his hard-on yet - he expected yes. It would be impossible for him not to, since Jack's crotch was staring Rock in the face. "Errrrrr .... Captain, sir?", Rock spoke up. "Yes Rock?" "Ah, Captain sir, I feel very, .... ah ... warm in here, Is that usual?" "Yes, Rock. And please, you can drop the sir. Captain is good enough for the next five weeks", said Jack. "Yes sir ... I mean, Captain", responded Rock. "Captain, I do feel warm ... and kind of strange ..." "Relax Rock, I'm sure it's just tension - the start of the mission and all", and with that Jack put his hand on Rock's hip - a gesture normally meant to reassure. He left his hand there and felt Rock moving unconsciously against it - seeking contact. It was the SDL, Jack knew. It made you crave body contact. "So warm ... so warm ...", mumbled Rock. Jack watch as Rock continued to flex his body, each movement bringing the two men closer into contact. Chest pressed to gut, slowly rubbing back and fort. He could see the suit material dampen at the juncture between Rock's thighs and body - the man was beginning to sweat. Strong male odors reached Jack and he breathed deep. His own breath was coming faster and deeper. As he exhaled, his hot breath rolled across Rock's lengthening cock bulge. Jack could see that Rock was now noticeably flexing his hard-on. The Captain began to rub his hand back and forth on Rock's hip and upper thigh. Each pass touched closer and closer to Rock's swollen crotch. Rock's fat nine inch plus cock was fully rigid and straining against the suit. Just in that moment the shuttle train swayed, making a turn on its long slow journey. Rock's body settled lower in the net sling, right up to Jack, closing the already narrow gap. Both men's faces were now lightly pressed into the other's crotch. Jack breathed deep, the scent of sweat, and mancock strong in his nostrils. The odor of MAN that Jack loved so much. Rock was mumbling more and more now. His mouth pressed right against Jack's rigid cock. The Captain felt the man's lips moving, saying indistinguishable words - and moving on his cock! "Soooo warm ......warm, Captain ....." "Relax, Rock ... relax", Jack softly repeated over and over. He moved his finger tips slowly, lightly along Rock's thigh, tracing the ridge defined by Rock's hard cock. He rubbed the flat of his hand along the muscular thigh - up and down. The side of his hand made contact with Rock's encased cock from near its thick base, up to its fat crown. Rock continued to flex, seeking more and more warming contact. Jack also began a gentle rhythmic thrust of his hips to bring his own engorged crotch up against Rock's moving lips. "Ohhhhh ... warmmmmmm ... goooood ...", mumbled Rock. Jack knew Rock was now totally gone on the SDL gas. Jack gently popped the snap on Rock's suit and pulled the front zipper down, spreading the suit wide open - exposing Rock's full naked crotch to his view. Jack took it all in. Rock's egg sized balls churned in their hairy sack. The wild bush of dark brown cock hair spread across his abdomen and legs. And the long thick cock stalk, now actively pulsed in front of his eyes. Heavy, blood filled veins ran along its nine inch length. The fat, deep red head of that big cock was smeared with Rock's leaking juices. Jack ran his wet tongue along the fat cock, then down to Rock's hairy nut sack. Slowly he tongued around and around the fat balls, then back up the meaty underside of the long cock, to the velvet hot surface of the head. Streams of thick pre-cum ran from Rock's bubbling cock slit, along the shaft and onto Jack's slobbering lips. The Captain pulled his mouth of the huge tool and spoke to Rock, again rubbing his hip and thigh. "Rock ... Rock ... warm ... relax ... relax ...", the Captain whispered. Rock was in a trance, overcome by the SDL gas, and his world focused on the hypnotic voice in his head - Jack's voice. "Tell me Rock ... tell me ... you are a MAN ... Rock ... a MALE ... a strong muscled ... MAN ... MAN ... Rock ... tell me ... tell me MAN ... your MAN's body, Rock .. tell me ... What do you feel? ..." The words flowed through Rock' dazed mind - images of his body - his man's body ... his male body. ""Tell me Rock ... tell me ... your MAN's face, Rock ..." "Ohhhhhh .... Ohhhh ... Capppptainnnn", Rock's speech slurred. "Tell me Rock ... your MAN's face ... your MAN's arms ..." Rock moaned. The mumbled, slurred words streamed from his mouth; they echoed the words in his brain. On and on, Rock talked. Talked about his body, his MAN's body. The suggestions placed by Jack took on a life of their own. Jack listened. It's moaning sound and imagery made him hotter and hotter. He tongued Rock's cock. He lapped Rock's balls. He licked Rock's inner thighs. His saliva flowed from his hot lips and covered Rock's manhood. "Ohhhh ... Captain .... face ... man's face ....sweat ... hot, dripping sweat." "Soooooo warmmmmm ... dripping down ... down ... man's neck ... strong neck ... arms ... muscles ... man's muscles ... so biggggg ... so goooooood". "So big ... feels so good ... hot sweat ... sweat ... wet pits ... hot .... wet pits ... man's pits ... ahhhhhhhhhh". Jack continued to throw one word suggestions at Rock. He didn't even bother to remove his mouth from slavering across Rock's hard pulsing cock. His lips and face were soaked, smearing them back and forth long Rock's cock and balls. "Chest ... Rock ... MAN's chest". Jack slid his right hand into Rock's open suit, running it down along naked skin to Rock's heaving, muscled chest. He found one of Rock's now peaked nipples and gently squeezed its hardened nub. "Chest ... muscles ... man's chest ...", Rock mumbled on and on, "strong muscles ... sweaty muscles ... so hard ... nipples ... man's nipples ....". Jack's finger tips rubbed back and forth across Rock's hardened man tits. "Nipples ... man's nipples ... burn ... hot ... so goooooooood". The heady sensations caused by the SDL gas were starting to get to Jack now too. From his previous exposures to the gas, he had built a small resistance. It usually took twenty minutes exposure at this setting level, and it had reached that point by now. Rock's face was still pressed into Jack's swollen crotch. Jack found himself rhythmically flexing his hips, drawing his hard cock and sweaty balls more and more into Rock's mumbling lips. "Rock, tell me ... tell me ... what makes a MAN? ... a MAN, Rock ... what?," Jack taunted. "Ahhhhhh man?", moaned Rock, "man ... man ... ahhhh ... man's cock ... big man's cock ...". "Rock, man cock ... Rock ... in front of you, Rock ... man cock", toned Jack. Rock lifted his heavy eyelids. There in front of him, he saw! - big, crotch, big man crotch, big man's cock! He lifted his hand to that crotch - Jack's crotch. He rubbed and squeezed the big mancock through the suit. Jack reached down and undid the snap and zipper of his lower suit. He felt Rock's tongue lapping against his hand as he pulled the zipper lower. Finally, Jack's massive cock sprung out - his throbbing ten inch cock .... drooling ... his MANCOCK! The Captain was rapidly falling over the edge. He licked and tongued Rock's throbbing tool - his big hairy balls. He strained to lick between Rock's twisting legs, deep into the damp ass crack. Male scents surrounded him. Big beefy, muscled thighs slung over his head. He dipped his tongue into Rock's ass crack and found the tight puckered hole. He tongued it. He lapped it. He worshipped it. Rock was slobbering all over Jack's cock and balls now. As if on cue, both men pulled back, poised over throbbing, drooling cock. In one lunge, they both dove hard stalks deep into each others wet sucking mouths - deep into each other's throat - mashing balls against their faces. They sucked and sucked. Each tried desperately to devour the other huge cock. Their tongues and lips fought for the seeping pre-cum each was leaking. The heat, the sweat, the feelings were too much. Two sets of egg sized balls pulled tight. Two big rigid cocks expanded and pulsed. "Mumff ...", Rock groaned, the sound caught in his throat stuffed with hard thrusting cock. The two MEN blasted their first hot cum loads together. Both moaned at the taste of the thick hot syrup. Two tongues lapped. Two sets of lips sucked. Hot cum seeped from both mouths, over swollen lips. Both struggled to swallow the blasting loads. The smell of male sex filled the tube. As their orgasms slowed, Jack let Rock's still puffy cock slide from his mouth. Rock was still totally drugged. He continued to suck and slobber over the Captain's now semi-hard spent cock. Jack pulled his head back, savoring the taste of man cream in his mouth, on his lips. He held Rock's softened cock, and ran his tongue slowly across the fat head, then let it drop, slapping wetly across Rock's thigh. It had lost most of it steel hardness, but Jack could see cum still seeping from the flared cocklips. The Captain pulled the control panel forward. It was time to check the other MEN. He positioned the panel so that he still had sight of Rock's cock, now slowly filling with blood again. As he set about to switch to video, his hand idly caressed Rock's thickening cock and sticky cockhead. The PRIME MISSION Chapter 4 Jack sank back into his pillow, stretching his tired body on the soft bed. His eyes slowly surveyed his living quarters for the next five weeks. He was alone. If everything went right, it would be the only night he spent alone. The remaining nights would see a hard, thick mancock driving up his ass. The MEN were all asleep - exhausted from the trip down in the shuttle tubes. When they arrived, Jack had foregone unpacking immediately. He assigned the men to their rooms and told them to rest. Tomorrow would be soon enough to set up their equipment and unpack all their belongings. In truth the term "tomorrow" was artificial. They were five hundred feet below the surface. There was no real day or night. The quarters they were housed in had been built years ago. It was originally intended both as a "special projects" lab and a high security radar warning site. Five hundred feet below the ground, it was safe both from attack and prying eyes. That program had been scraped. The official intent of the PRIME Mission was to survey the structure's use again as a research lab. Jack's true intent was to pack ten heavy hung males into close living quarters and take advantage of their horny cocks. Jack wanted to get fucked. Jack needed to get fucked ... and fucked ... and fucked. As he lay there, he thought back to their arrival. It had almost been funny - the state the MEN were in when they disembarked. Their suits were wrinkled and sweat stained. Their faces were flushed. They were all still in a daze from the SDL gas and what had occurred in each of the tubes during the trip down. Jock Wilson and Don Williams were sweating like pigs. The front of their suits, at crotch level, were soaking wet and plastered to their bodies. They must have blasted about six heavy loads each in their pants. Young David Moore looked totally out of it. His eyes were glazed and he was breathing heavily through his mouth. The cowboy Andy Johnson was no better. He was flushed and spit was drooling from his mouth. Jack had to smile at the fact that as they climbed out of the tube and stood up, Andy continued to press himself against young David's ass. Bill Parks and Larry Gold were no better. Big Bill looked like he was still sporting a huge hard-on. Eighteen year old Larry's suit was only half zippered up, and he seemed to have a little trouble walking. It was no surprise, considering Bill's cock was eleven and one half inches long. The one's that really got to Jack, were the married MEN, Bob Anderson and Mike Lee. They had such guilty looks on their faces! They kept sneaking looks at each other and quickly turning away. They were embarrassed and confused. Jack stretched again in the bed. He turned his bed light out, sending the small room into total darkness. He was nude on top of the covers. His right hand slid down across his muscled chest, over his tight gut, to find his relaxed cock and balls. He idly scratched them, as he thought back to the scenes and sounds he had observed on the video monitor when he looked in on the other shuttle tubes during the eight hour trip. ***** Tube 4 - Nineteen year old David Moore was arched into an S-position. His head thrown back caused his white blond hair to tangle. The tendons in his throat were taunt and strained. His eyes were rolled back in their sockets, showing almost white. His tongue hung from his mouth, drooling rivers of hot spit as he turned his head from side to side. His chest was thrust forward straining against the thin fabric of his suit. His ass pushed backward. His bottom half naked. The pants of his suit tangled at his feet. Behind him was the cowboy - Andy Johnson. His face buried between David's taunt small buttocks - his fat wet tongue deep in David's asshole - sucking - slurping - eating ass. "Ahhhhhhhh ... ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh ..... ahhhhhhhhhh ... eat it! ... ahhhhh .... oh, oh .... eat my ASS!", moaned David. "Ohhhh yea! ... oh yea! ... what a feeling!". Andy's face was mashed into David's ass crack. His head twisting and turning for deeper access to David's swollen pink asshole. His broad tongue twirled around and around the puckered hole, then drove deep into the hot sweet pit. The fat tongue flicked at David's insides, turning them into a quivering mass. Andy pushed hot wads of spit deep into the hole. "Ohhhhhh ... ahhhhhh!", David continued to moan and thrash, all the while pushing his ass back to the probing tongue. As he felt the hot tongue enter him, he felt his body melt. He was one, big, huge asshole. Andy had his hands wrapped around David's hips. One hand held David's ten and a half inch cock at its rigid straining thick base. His other hand rubbed back and forth across David's hairless belly. The cowboy's own cock was twitching between his legs - all beautiful snake-like twelve inches. A long string of pre-cum drooled from the cockhead. Andy continued to eat that sweet ass - flicking his tongue in and out .... in and out ... pushing more and more hot spit into the hole. He could feel David's flex his sphincter muscle, nipping his driving tongue again and again. "Ohhhhhhhhh! ... morrrrrrrrrrrrre!", groaned David. On the monitor, Jack saw Andy pull his face from between David's ass cheeks, and in one fluid movement, slide up along David's back and sink his rigid cock into the steaming pit of David's ass. Inch after inch of hard cock meat disappeared into the throbbing hole. David's eyes open wide and bugged out. "Yesssssssssssssss!", he hissed. Huge ropy streams of cum blasted from David's own ten inch cock, as Andy sunk his tool into the hot ass. David's sphincter chewed at each driving inch of cock. The cowboy thrust his long steel hard cock into the wet ass until his churning balls mashed against the tight sweaty asscheeks. He was IN! - all hot twelve inches buried in David's open ass. "Ohhhhh ... fuck!", moaned Andy. "Yessssss!", David shuttered, cum still shooting from his cock, landing against the side of their tube. "Fuck ... fuck ... fuck!", moaned Andy. His hips began a furious back and forth pounding of David's ass - in and out - in and out - cock into ass - deep - deep. Suddenly Andy felt it! - hot licks of flame starting deep in his own asshole - building - swelling - spreading to his large man balls - making them toss and turn. He felt it deep in the pit of his stomach. He felt it rushing up - up - up the long tube of his twelve inch cock - swelling his cockhead - building high and higher. "Ahhhhhh ... FUCK! ... FUCK!", he gasped. His whole body went rigid and his hot load exploded deep into David's ass. "UGH! ... UGH! ... UGH! ...". Bolt after bolt of hot white cum flooded David's ass. ***** The Captain skipped the tape ahead to Tube 2 - Jock Williams was grinding his stud football body back and forth against Don Williams. He had Don backed up against the tube wall, holding Don's hips in place with his big muscular hands. He biceps were pumped up as he strained to hold Don in place. Back and forth he ground his huge crotch into Don's crotch. Don Williams whole body was stiff as a board - refusing to accept what was happening - but not really fighting it off. He flipped his head back and forth to get away from Jock's slobbering mouth. It was his only form of resistance. "Ohhhhh MAN! ... push ... push that cock!, groaned Jock. Both men's huge cocks were stiff, straining against the insides of their suits. Back and forth Jock rubbed against Don - cock stalk against cock stalk - swollen balls against swollen balls. Jock's beefy hips thrusted again and again. "Ahhh ... fuck ... fuck ... fuck ... big cock ... hard cock ... fuck cock .... cock! ... cock ... cock ...fuck! ... cock!", moaned Jock. Williams kept thrashing his head, "Nooooooooo! ... stopppppp! ... noooo!". "Ohhh Yeaaaaaa! ... yea ... cock ... big cock!", chanted Jock. He picked up the rhythm of his pounding hips. "Yea ... yea ...yea! ...". The speed of Jock's thrusting built faster and faster. "Ugh ... ugh ... no ... no ... ugh ... no!", gasped Don. Suddenly, both men went rigid and started to twitch. "Oh, yea, yea, yea ... yesssssssssssss!", screamed Jock. "No ... no ... ugh ... ugh ... ughhhhhhhhhhhh!", moaned Don, as lick after lick of cum shot from the large cock slit of his own huge eleven inch cock. Wave after wave of orgasm took over Jock at the same time. The two big men were cumming in their pants. The hot cream shooting out of their rigid cocks, smearing the inside of their pants, coating their fat cock stalks, sliding down to wet their churning balls. ***** Tube 3 - Eighteen year old Larry Gold was totally naked, lying on his back. His legs were spread and pulled back up to his chest. Big six foot one Bill Parks was positioned between the young boy's open legs, holding himself up with one of his strong bicep-popping arms. His other hand held Larry by the back of his neck. He was forcing Larry to look down across his young swimmer's chest, down through the gap between their bodies. Forcing Larry to look at the one point where their two bodies touched. Bill's monstrous eleven plus inch cock - long, fat, wide, steel hard, gleaming with spit - extended from his hairy groin. Larry stared wide-eyed at the exposed mancock - only he could not see the cockhead. It was lodged in his tight little ass! "Look at it, kid. Look at it!", yelled Bill. "Look at my big cock! Look at your Daddy's mancock!" "See it? See that cock? See where it is? In your ass, kid! Big mancock up your ass, kid! ... LOOK AT IT!". Larry was looking! His eyes bugged out, biting his lower lip, sweat pouring from his forehead onto his chest - he WAS looking at it! He saw it! He saw every fucking inch of it! He saw every detail. The cock was huge. It was as thick as his wrist. It was long too! He had never seen a cock so long - heavy swollen veins running down the fat stalk, from the hairy dark brown crotch, across inch after inch of rigid cock, down, down to where it disappeared - in his small pink asshole! He could feel it too! It felt like a tree was wedged up his ass. There was pain - a lot of pain - but now it dulled somewhat. "See my fat dick, kid? See it? Where is it, kid? Where is it? Tell me, kid.", yelled Bill. "In ... in ... in my ass!", moaned Larry. "That's right, kid. My big, fat hot dick ... up your tight little ass! In your asshole, kid!" "You like that, don't you, kid? You like your Daddy's big cock up your asshole?", asked Bill. "Huh? ...", said Larry. "Oh yea, kid! ... you like it! Look at your little boy's cock, kid! Look at it! Your cock is telling me that you like it, kid! No lie. Telling me you like your Daddy's big cock up your ass!" Larry looked. It was true! Hardly a little boy's cock, his nine inch tool was rock hard. It stretched up across his hairless belly. It fat cockhead drooled pre-cum across his heaving gut. "You got it, kid. You got Daddy's cock! Feels hot, kid. ... nice and hot! ... Ya got a hot ass, kid. ... tight too!", said Bill. "Want more, kid? Yea, you want more. Little boy pussy needs more! Watch, kid. Watch my hard cock!" Larry watched. He couldn't pull his eyes away. Three more fat inches of Bill's cock slid into his ass. He felt full ... so full! ... full of mancock! "Keep watching, kid. Here's more of Daddy's cock!", groaned Bill as he pushed even more of his hard cock into that tight clinging asshole. He was more than halfway in! "See my balls, kid? See Daddy's big balls? ... big, fat, hot balls, kid. Heavy balls! Know why, kid? Tell your Daddy why his balls are so big. Tell me!", demanded Bill. Larry stared at that huge cock, at those monstrous hairy balls hanging in their heavy sack below. "Ahh ... big, sir ... big balls ... cum ... cum, sir ... full of cum", Larry meekly replied. "Yea, kid! Daddy's balls are full of cum ... hot cum ... for my boy's tight little pussy!" "And cut the sir crap! Whose balls are those, kid? Come on, you know. Whose balls?" "Ah ... balls ... yesssss ... ah ... Daddy's balls!", moaned Larry. "Yea!! ... your Daddy's big balls! ... full of hot thick cream, kid! ... a fucking gallon of cream, kid." Larry watched as more and more of Bill's huge cock sunk into his ass. Thick, fat cock sliding in - filling him up - stuffing him. Then it was in! Every fucking inch - in! Bill's big Daddy balls mashed up against Larry spread ass cheeks. "Yea! IN! In, kid! You got Daddy's cock now! Take that cock! Eleven hot inches up you ass, kid!", groaned Bill. Big Bill Parks pressed himself onto young Larry. He flexed his monstrous cock in the kid's ass, savoring the hot, tight feel. ***** And finally, in Tube 5 - "Ahhh .. shit, man ... ah, shit ... come on, man! ... help me out!", grunted Mack Anderson. Mack was hanging over head in the sling net. His crotch was pushed way out - his cock was rock hard. It was poised directly over Mike Lee's face. "Come on, Mike! Help me out! My fucking cock is fucking killin' me! It's so fucking hard, Mike!" panted Mack. Mike Lee was staring straight at Mack's crotch. He could damn well see that's Mack's cock was hard! It was fucking big! But, shit, his own cock was hard too ... and he had never done anything like this before. "Fuck you, Mack! You're not the only one with a monster hard-on. My cock is killing me too!" "Ahhh shit! Shit man. You help me out and ... ah ... I'll help you out .... promise!", replied Mack. "I don't know ...", responded Mike unsure of himself. "Ahhhh ... come on! ... Shit, I'm hurtin' ... no one will know." "Well .... I suppose ...", Mike replied without much conviction. Both men slowly reached for the other's bulging crotch. They were tentative - making sure the other was doing it too. Two straining zippers were opened together. Two sets of pants spread open. Two huge, steel hard, pulsing mancocks snapped out onto the open. each man stared at the other's big dick! "Holy shit!", both men echoed together in a hoarse whisper. Each was staring up close at ten inches of cock - deep red in color, pulsing with blood. Each saw a dark mass of kinky crotch hair, with a huge nut sack containing two big churning baseball-sized manballs. Each saw a thickly veined cockstalk, about three inched wide. Each saw a fat drooling, cut glans pointed right at them! Each saw real mancock! "Oh fuck! ...", said Mike, "Your cock looks just like mine!" "Yea, I see what you mean ...", answered Mack. Both men wrapped a big strong hand around the cock in front of them. "Feels the same too!", said Mike in awe. "Yeaaaaaa ....", rasped Mack. "How big? Inches I mean.", asked Mike. "Ten." "Shit, me too!" The two hands started to pump ... slowly in unison ... down to the wide base ... up to the drooling head ... pump ... pump ... fucking jerking the mancocks off. "Shit ... feels goooood!" "Yea, good" Two big rigid mantools got harder and swelled. Two wide cock slits pumped pre-cum. Two huge sets of balls tightened in their sacks. Two big ten inch cocks - two fat dicks - two hot mantools - ready to blast loads of cum ... and pointed directly at two gasping sets of man lips! ***** The Captain's cock blasted! His fist wrapped tight around his thick unloading cock. The cum shot up and sprayed his heaving chest, his crotch, his straining thighs. His thumb came up to smear the heavy cream over the swollen cockhead. "Ahhhhhhhh ... ugh ... ugh ... ugh ....", he moaned as he watched the tapes ... as he unloaded and fell asleep. The PRIME MISSION Chapter 5 Jack was up early the next day. He showered and dressed in a clean suit. He checked the fit, making sure that the suit clung just right around his crotch, showing off his ten inch cock and large balls. He paid special attention to the way the suit molded and stretched over his ass. The tan material was forced to yield to those hard packed cheeks and dip tightly into his crack. He was ready! As soon as the MEN were up, he assigned them in teams to unpack personal belongings, set up the equipment and secure the quarters. The MEN were assigned in teams of three, three and two. That left one MAN - big, tough, butch exMP Don Williams. He was Jack's first assignment! After the other eight MEN left the meeting room to start their work, Jack turned his focus to Don. Williams stood at attention. His tan suit straining to contain his large muscular six foot one frame. It clung to his skin, highlighting every fucking butch muscle - especially his cock! Big fat eleven inch tool extending down his right thigh. Every fucking hot inch was clearly outlined - even his big balls made a huge bulge. Jack just stared - up and down he looked - not saying a word. "Sir?", Don finally spoke up, wondering why the Captain was waiting so long. He felt uncomfortable just standing there, as the Captain looked him over. He felt exposed. Shit, he was exposed, given the way his suit hugged his body. "Follow me, Williams", Jack commanded. The two MEN left the room with Jack leading. They turned down the narrow corridor - so narrow that the MEN were forced to turn sideways to get by each other - pressing up against each other's hot bodies. Just off the alcove that contained Jack's own room, the Captain paused to unlock a door set off in the corner. Because of the twisting, angular setup of the entry, this particular door could very easily go unnoticed - unless one was specifically looking for it. The door opened to another long narrow corridor. Jack motioned Williams inside. Don was forced to brush up against the Captain as he made his way through the door into the narrow opening. This thigh brushed against Jack's crotch, causing Jack to notice that his own cock was beginning to lengthen and fill with blood. Jack followed Williams through and locked the door behind them. There was only one other door in the corridor - at the far end. Williams led the way and tried the door. It was open. He entered with Jack right on his heels. It was a large room, dimly lit. Don had trouble making out just what this place was. Before he had a chance to really look, he felt a sudden sharp sting on his neck. He blacked out almost immediately. Captain Jack Carison stood over the slumped body of Williams. "So it begins, Private Donald Williams," Jack said outloud. ***** At that same moment, on the far side of the complex, Mack Anderson and Mike Lee were investigating for any structural damage. They were assigned as an inspection team - just the two of them. Now they were exploring one of the unused wings at the extreme end of the underground lab. "Er, Mack? ... Mack, about yesterday ...", Mike spoke up hesitantly. "Relax, Mike", said Mack, looking back at his friend. "Yea, but ... I ... err ... I feel funny about what happened ... and all .... you know ..." "Yea, I know", replied Mack. "But, shit Mack", continued Mike, "There was nothin' to it, ya know? .... we were just helpin' each other out ... right?" "Yea, I suppose". The two burly MEN continued on with their search. Mike spoke up again. "You know, it was ... kind of strange ... your dick ... ah ... being so much like my own ... I mean ...". "Yea, it was, wasn't it? ... You know I almost felt like I was jacking my own tool ... at least for a while," said Mack. "Yea ... ", replied Mike, feeling a little flushed at the conversation. He could feel a slight tingling in his crotch as he thought back. "But I know my cock is a little bigger than yours ... and a lot thicker too", Mack popped with a smile. "Fuck you!", replied Mike, "I match you inch for inch." "Maybe ... I do concede your balls are bigger! You sure shoot big fucking loads!", laughed Mack. "You didn't do so bad yourself, buddy ... shit, the first load of cum you shot ... I didn't think you were ever going to stop ... it was all over the fucking place ... even in my ... my, err ....", and Mike hesitated. "Your what?", demanded Mack. "Well ... ah ..." "I know ...", said Mack with a big smile. "Me too! ... all over my fucking hair, my face, my neck ... shit ... I think I will call you NUTMEG, from now on ... your fucking hot load sure smelled and tasted like it!" "Yea? ... You tasted some too?" "Sure ... couldn't help it ... I mean, you were fucking blasting all over the place." "I know ... you too!" Both MEN paused and looked into each other's eyes. "I'm still bigger though!", Mack broke the silence. "Ah Fuck you, man!" , said Mike. "This here tool can match you any day", he said pawing his ample crotch. "Put up or shut up NUTMEG!" said Mack and the two MEN reached for their zippers at the same time. ***** Don Williams groaned. "Shit", he thought, "What the fuck happened?" He felt a slight pain in his neck as he came to. He went to rub it, when he realized he couldn't move his hands! "What the fuck?", he thought again, snapping wide awake. He opened his eyes and tried to move. Only then did he realize he was on his back, strapped to some kind of table! His arms were stretched way back above his head, tied by the wrist with something he couldn't see. He head was secured by a thick strap across his forehead. He looked down and saw big leather bands slung over his body - all the way down his body! - one at his neck, one across his chest, his gut, his thighs, and finally his ankles. "Shit!", he said outloud. He was completely naked too! He started to panic, wildly trying to look around to see where he was and what was happening to him. All he could make out was that it looked like the same room he and the Captain had entered. "Shit! That's right!, Don thought, "the Captain ...". "Captain?", he called out. "Captain, you here?" Nothing. He strained against his bonds, soon realizing it was hopeless. He couldn't move. Suddenly he felt a hand on his bicep! - coming from behind him. It almost scared the shit out of him! "Captain, that you?" "Yes Williams. It's me .... relax ... relax", toned Jack in a deep soft slow voice. Don felt the Captain's hand softly rubbing back and forth across his huge bicep. "What the fuck is goin' on, Captain?" pleaded Don. "Relax Williams ... just some training." "Training?! What the fuck kind of training is this?", demanded Don. "You'll see," replied Jack still using a half whisper, and continuing to rub Williams' strong arms. "Shit, Private ... you are one hell of a brick shithouse ... nice big strong arms ... good muscles ...", murmured Jack. "Captain ... I ... I don't understand" "Well ... let me show you", said Jack as he walked up closer to Williams, running his hand slowly, carressingly up his muscled arm, over Don's broad shoulder, across his corded chest. Jack fingered one of William's nipples, then continued down across his rippled gut and into the thick bush of brown hair at his groin. He rubbed it a little and then softly fisted Williams' big soft cock stalk, pulling it up away from Don's body. Williams' eyes bulged out, watching the Captain! "What the fuck are you doing?", Don whined. "Just getting you ready for your training", said Jack, and with that, he pulled something out of his back pocket, and started to fumble at Williams' cock and balls! "What's that? ... What are you doin' to my cock?", pleaded Don. "This is a cockring, Williams - a big cockring - for a big cock!", replied Jack calmly as he placed the cockring around the base of Williams' thick eleven inch cock. He had a little trouble, since Don's cock was so thick - even soft. Once he got it on, it clung tightly to the shaft, almost buried in Don's bushy cockhair. "And this is a separator", continued Jack. The Captain wrapped a long complicated strip of rawhide around the base of Williams' large nut sack, forcing the big balls up and away from the groin. The two huge balls were pushed to the extremes in their sack, each encased in leather. "There", said Jack when he finished. "Now that's better." He inspected his handiwork. "Shit, Williams ... your fucking hairy balls are as big as my fists!" Jack lightly rubbed them. "Captain ... Why are you doin' this?", groaned Don as he began to sweat. He could feel blood pumping into his tightly bound cock, from all the fondling it was getting. Jack moved to one corner of the room, fumbled with something that sounded like a drawer to Don. "See this, Williams?" asked Jack. "This is training number 2". Jack was holding a large replica of a man's cock! - except it had about only four inches of cockstalk. Don's eyes bulged. The object was basically a huge mushroomed, blunt cockhead - about three and a half inches across, with a big open cock slit. Jack held it up in front of Don's eyes to make sure he got a good look at it. As Williams was about to say something, Jack plunged the cockhead into Williams' mouth and strapped it in place! "Mumpfff", was all Don could muster it happened so fast. He was really starting to sweat now! His mouth was stretched open by the big fake cock. It rested on the center on his tongue. He could feel that it was made of some kind of formed latex - soft to the first touch, but very firm underneath. He tried to force it out of his mouth, but it was no use! Jack moved again and when he returned, he was carrying another device. He went right to Don's distended cock and fisted it, jerking up and down, until it was rock hard - all eleven inches of it! - big fat hot mancock! Then to Don's total amazement, Jack bent over and licked all around the swollen cockhead! "Ughhhhhhhhhhhh ...", Don moaned. The tightness of the cockring and ball separator, together with the hot, wet feeling of the Captain's tongue, were sending shock waves through his sweaty, straining body. Jack looked up at Williams' flushed face and smiled slyly. He then turned back and slowly ... very slowly ... sunk the entire eleven inch mancock down his throat, his sucking lips entangling in Williams' cock hair at the base. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmm ... ", moaned Don deep in his throat. Jack backed off the big hard thick cock, slowly applying suction as inch after wet saliva coated inch emerged from his mouth. As the wide cockhead slipped from his lips, the cock stood out rigidly from Don's groin. Coated in hot spit, it gleamed and pulsed. Its hard shaft of steel remained upright, blood locked in by the tight cockring. The Captain took his newest device and went to work. "Training number three", he said. Williams looked down across his lashed chest to see Jack apply a clear sheath device over the head of his bound cock and attach it to the cockring. It had clear plastic thin tubes protruding from it. One ran from about the middle of the sheath, down to the floor. The second began at the very tip, directly over his cock slit. Jack took that tube and ran it across Don's sweaty gut and chest. He inserted it into the base of the latex cock stuffed in Don's mouth! William's eyes bulged as he realized the consequences! "That's right, stud", said Jack smiling as he saw the look of recognition on Don's face. "When your big fucking big cock unloads ... you're going to enjoy a nice hot treat!" "And just to ensure that", continued Jack as he disappeared behind Williams with the remaining tube. Suddenly Don heard a humming sound and felt his big dick throb hard! "Mmmmmmmmm ...", was all he could voice as the clear sheath around his bound cock filled with hot air, putting firm pressure on the full stalk, and then rhythmically deflated. On and on it pumped. Williams was groaning now. The sensations centered in his cock and balls were too much. His eyes stared as he saw bubbling, drooling pre-cum start to fill the clear tube leading directly to the big cockhead in his mouth! Rivers of sweat poured from his body. "Training number four coming up!" announced Jack. Carison placed two small metal caps on Don's chest. They each had a small wire extending from them. He quickly pinched each of Don's nipples and clamped a cap to it. "Ugh ... ugh", was Don's only reply through the plug in his mouth. Jack took the wires and plugged the devices into a small box near the side of the table. "Ugh ... ugh ... ugh ...", Don panted - the only sound in the room above the gentle hum of the devices. "Nipple clamps, Private. Interesting little devices ... automatic once set up". The clamps tightened and released on Williams' nipples in a constant beat. Private Donald Williams, twenty-seven, six foot one, hard muscled, butch exMP - heavy hung - man all the way - was awash in the sensations attacking his body. "Can't forget training number five", said Jack. Don looked up and groaned. Jack was holding a big wicked looking latex cock! This one was really big! It had to be a foot long, and four inches across, thought Don. Every detail of a manly fat cock head and thick veins was etched on its surface. Jack was lewdly rubbing its surface with a lubricant as he displayed it to Don. Jack started to crank a device on the side of the table. Don realized soon enough what was happening! The table moved, and Don's strapped legs started to separate, bending back toward his chest! "Mmmmmmmmmmm", Williams moaned. The exMP's butch ass was being exposed! Jack walked to the end of the table at Don's feet and leaned forward between Don's spread thighs. "Nice ass, Private!" Jack said as he drove one of his greased fingers directly into Don's asshole. "Ughhhhh!", Don strained to get away. Jack removed his finger and immediately replaced it with the tip of the huge dildo. He started to push it in! He watched as Wiliams' hairy ass cheeks parted to allow entry to the puckered hole. The fat head of the dildo pushed against the lips of Williams' asshole. They slowly parted and allowed entry! "Mmmmmmmmmmmm ...", Don groaned as he felt the thick blunt head of the fake cock gain entry to his virgin ass! Jack slowly slid inch after inch up into Williams until he had it all! Williams thrashed on the table. The pressure was immense! Don's whole chest was pumped up straining against his leather bonds. When the full length of the cock reached bottom, he expelled all his hot breath in a loud rush. He was stuffed! Twelve fat inches of dildo up his ass! Jack flicked a switch and the monster cock started to pump up Don's ass. It was a fucking vibrator! Don was going berserk! His whole body was a huge bundle of sex! - his cock was pumping, his nipples were pinched, his ass being fucked and fucked and fucked! When he looked down he saw his pre-cum had traveled more than half way up the tube - to his mouth! He was losing all sense of reality. He couldn't think. He could only feel! Captain Carison turned to leave the room. As he reached the door, he turned back to Private Williams. "And just so you don't get lonely, Private." he flicked a hidden switch and was gone! It was a few seconds before Don realized what his final training was. A projection screen lit up above his head - a picture formed. A cop! A hunky stud cop! A young kid! - on his knees before the cop. The cop mashed the kid's face into his swollen uniformed crotch. The sounds .... "Suck ... suck ... suck ... you little pussy! Suck this cop's BIG COCK!" The sounds echoed in Williams' brain. His own cock being pumped. He balls bursting in their confinement - his man tits being pulled - his ass! His ass being fucked! He heard the words - "SUCK ... SUCK ... SUCK .." and he obeyed. He sucked on the fat cockhead in his mouth. As the cop on the screen pulled his huge hard cock out of his pants, and stuffed it into the kid's mouth, Don sucked! The tube running from his bound cock to his mouth was full now ... and still Private Williams sucked ... and sucked .... and sucked. ***** "Am I interrupting something, MEN?" Both married men, Mack Anderson and Mike Lee, looked up in shock. They were pressed together, face to face. Their suit pants were around their ankles. Both MEN had their naked bottoms pressed together; big ball sacks mashed together; their big long cocks standing rigid together! They were settling the argument. They were measuring their cocks! It was Jack who had spoken. He was leaning against the door with a sly grin on his face. "Oh my god!", rasped Mike. Mack said nothing, but his mouth had dropped open in shock. The two MEN made to pull away from each other. "FREEZE!", ordered Jack. They froze. Their cocks still rigidly hard and pressed together. "Either of you move and ... ", Jack left the warning unsaid. He slowly walked over to the two MEN. It was an eternity for the two. What was the Captain going to say?; what was he going to do? Jack stood beside them. He pointedly looked down at the two big cocks pressed together between the MEN. They were beginning to lose their hardness. He looked back up into the MEN's eyes. "May I?" Both Mack and Mike looked from Jack to each other and then back to Jack. They were confused. It was the last thing they expected to hear the Captain say. Without waiting for a reply, and not really expecting one, Jack dropped to his knees. He grabbed the two wilting cocks in his right hand, holding them together and upright. With his left hand, he reached under to fondle the two huge nut sacks. He quickly lowered his head and sucked both meaty cockheads into his mouth. He twirled his tongue around and around, back and forth, over the two throbbing cock slits. Both Mack and Mike flinched at Jack's sudden move. As they felt Jack's hot, wet mouth surround their cocks, their heads snapped up to look at each other in shocked disbelief! "Ahhhh ... fuuuu .... uuuuuck!", moaned Mike. Mack had his teeth clenched, his hairy six foot two frame rigid. "Ahhh geeezzzzzzz ...", he finally hissed. Their knees were weak. Both MEN grabbed each other's shoulders for support. Jack was drenching the two pulsing cocks with hot spit, licking the swollen cockheads. The two began to grind their hips, pushing their now totally hard cocks against each other, seeking more and more of the hot wet feeling of Jack's sucking mouth. "Ahhhhhh .... shit, Mack", Mike rasped, "Sooooooo gooooood ....". "Yea buddy", Mike continued breathlessly, "Your cock is big and fat against mine". "Ahhhhhh ... little buddy .....", Mack replied. Jack was deep mouthing the two hot ten inch cocks. He kneaded the fat churning ball sacks. Mack and Mike tightened their grip on each other. Mack moved one of his big beefy hands down to Jack's head, guiding the Captain up and down on the two cocks. He groaned. "Awwww ... Captain! ... suck'm .... suck'm ... suck those hot dicks!" Jack did just that. He licked up and down the two huge cock shafts. He twirled his fat tongue over the two combating cockheads, swiping the drooling pre-cum that smeared their surface. He ran his tongue back down to the two mashed sets of manballs, lapping at the hairy sacks. Mack reached up and pulled the top of his suit off, exposing his huge muscular chest. He was sweating rivers. He reached over to Mike and pulled his top off too. Both MEN let their hands roam over the hairy muscled cords of each other's arms, shoulders and chests. Mike dug his fingers into the mass of dark brown hair covering Mack's chest and found the two silver dollar sized nipples. They were hard and pointed. He twisted them between his fingers. "Awwwwwwww ...", moaned Mack. "Sooooo gooooooooood, buddy!" Mack ran his massive hands over the muscular biceps on Mike's arms and into his sweaty armpits. He rubbed back and forth across Mike's chest, smearing the hot sweat that coated his skin. Their hot sex fever pitch was mounting. They reached for Jack's head together. "Suck my buddy, Captain!", groaned Mack. "Eat his big cock, Captain!", panted Mike. The two MEN guided Jack's sucking mouth over the two straining cock stalks. Suddenly Jack stood up and stripped off his suit, baring his own muscular body and rigid ten inch cock to the searching eyes of the two MEN. Both Mack and Mike kicked off their pants as they watched Jack strip. All three MEN were naked, their butch bodies gleaming with sex sweat, their powerful cocks steel hard and drooling. They stepped together, each MAN running his hands over the others' bodies. Hard cock shafts were fisted, churning balls were fondled, taunt ass cheeks patted and rubbed, straining chests were squeezed. Jack turn to face Mike, their hard cocks rubbing back and forth together. Mack pressed his large muscular frame against the Captain's sweaty back. He reached around Jack to twist and pull at Jack's hard nipples. Mack's ten inch cock wedged between the Captain's legs, sawing back and forth against Jack's swollen nuts. Mack nudged the trio to the side of a large crate. He bulging biceps pumped up as he pushed Jack down across the top of the crate. The Captain rolled onto his back. He looked down across his heaving, sweaty chest, over his rigid cock, at Mack. The big, hairy, muscle bound MAN lifted Jack's legs over his shoulders. Mack looked down at his huge throbbing cock, at the Captain's tight winking asshole. Spit drooled from his mouth. He ran his right hand across his mouth and chin, gathering the hot spit and smeared it over the broad tip of his ten inches. Jack was running his hands up and down over his chest, twisting his nipples each time he passed them. "Ahhhhhh ... fuck! ... fuck that hot hole!", Jack groaned. Mike watched the scene unfold, his own ten inches snapped hard against his belly. Large amounts of pre-cum rolled off his cockhead. As Mack sunk his massive tool into the churning pit of the Captain's ass, Mike forced his hard cock parallel to his body, up against Jack's slobbering lips. "Eat it! ... Eat my hot cock!", demanded Mike. "Yesssssssssssss ... ", hissed Jack as inch after fat inch of cock meat drove into his body. ""Oh fuckkkkkk!" exclaimed Mack. "So tight ... so fucking hottttt!" Mack pounded his ten inch cock into the Captain's ass. The swollen lips of Jack's asshole were stretched wide, nibbling hard at the massive cock that churned his guts. He flexed his head backward and swallowed Mike's pulsing cock meat down his tight throat. Wave after wave of sex heat flood Jack's body. His ass and mouth were stuffed with mancock. The smell of male sweat and sex filled his nostrils. The leaking cock thrusting in his mouth added to the sensations. He could smell Mike's musky balls. Jack's ten inches were being fisted by Mack in time with each of his savage cock thrusts up Jack's tight hot hole. Mike leaned forward and twisted the pointed nipples on Jack's chest. Jack was on fire! The three MEN reached the pinnacle of their frenzy. Mack, spit drooling from his open mouth, and Mike, leaned together over Jack's ravaged body. They mashed their mouths together, fat wet tongues trading spit. The three moaned and groaned as their pulsing cocks swelled and blasted hot man cum together. Licks of hot wet cream pumped up Jack's asshole and down his throat. His own cock exploded, sending thick ropes of cum up at the two MEN kissing above him ... mixing his hot sperm with their drooling spit as it was passed from one mouth to the other. The PRIME MISSION Chapter 6 That night, just before lights out, Jack returned to check on Don Williams. The sight made Jack's cock leap to full erection. Williams was savagely fucking back at the large dildo vibrator up his ass. He was vigorously sucking at the latex cock in his mouth, sucking hot cum from his own balls. Jack could see that Williams was cumming almost continuously, as thick streams of his white cream traveled up the tube to his mouth. Large drools of cum ran from his lips, seeping out around the corners of the latex cock plug, to pool on the table near his head. Jack quickly disconnected all the devices - he didn't want Don damaged. However, he left Williams bound to the table. Don quickly passed out, exhausted from five hours of continuous sex. Jack smiled when he noticed Don still had a huge hard on, even unconscious. ***** At 2330 hours, Jack was in his room. He sat up in bed, naked. All the lights were out in the complex, save for a few very dim emergency lights. They cast almost an eerie haze through the corridors. Jack sat, propped up by pillows, fisting his erect mancock with his right hand. Two fingers of his left hand were busy, slowly fingering deep in his asshole. At 2300 hours, he had turned on the SDL gas throughout the entire complex. He sat with his door open, listening to the sounds carried down the hall from the MEN's sleeping quarters. The moans, groans and muffled words left no doubt as to what was happening. The MEN were fucking and sucking up a storm! Jack quietly waited in the dark. About fifteen minutes later, he saw a large shadow form in his open doorway. In the dim light, he was unable to determine who it was, except he was large and very muscular. The black figure approached the bed. Jack could hear deep heavy breathing. Jack watched the shadow's approach, still continuing to fist his own rigid cock. The MAN sat down next to Jack's hip and reached to Jack's naked body. A big beefy hand ran down Jack's chest, down to his hip. It crossed to weigh the heavy swollen balls at the base of Jack's erect cock, and then proceeded downward. The hand reached Jack's asshole. He felt a large, thick finger probe his hole, joining his own two fingers. The three digits slowly continued their pumping in and out in unison. Jack withdrew his hand. His fingers were immediately replaced by the shadow at his side. Jack shut his eyes and concentrated on the three big fingers slowly dipping in and out of his tight wet asshole. He surrendered to the searing licks of sex flame that rose from his loins, to spread through his entire groin. He continued to pump his cock, now drooling thick streams of pre-cum. Jack felt a movement next to his side, and soon a hot sucking mouth closed over one of his nipples. He groaned and the MAN sucked harder at the peaked bud, flicking his tongue against its rigid surface. The three thick fingers continued to pump his hot ass. The head rose from his chest and Jack felt a strong muscular hand reached behind his head to pull him forward. His face mashed into a massive ball sack. The musky odors emanating from the heated crotch enflamed Jack. His wide fat tongue slipped out to caress the swollen balls. He laved and bathed them in hot spit. The hand controlled his movements - from one lemon-sized ball to the other, then up the huge cock stalk. Jack could feel the heat of the massive cock on his tongue. He ran the wet soft surface of his tongue across each heavy veined inch. Hot wet streams of pre-sum drooled down from the glans. His tongue moved upward, upward to his goal. The mancock throbbed against his lips - it was hot - it was hard. And still the three fingers continued to pump his tight ass. Jack's tongue reached the flairing cockhead and moved across the wide rim onto the velvet head. His tongue swirled around the wet surface and dipped into the wide drooling slit. Suddenly the cock and fingers were gone! He was roughly turned face down sideways across the bed. Two strong arms reached around his hips and pulled him to his hands and knees. There was no denying the strength. The MAN stroked and caressed Jack's hot ass cheeks, both hands slowly working towards his sweaty asscrack and pulsing hot hole. Jack felt the fingers rub his throbbing asshole. Strong fingers parted the ass lips. He felt hot breath on his ass, and steaming spit drip into the parted entrance to his body. It was replaced with the heat and pressure of a fat cockhead pressed to his asshole. Jack's muscles involuntarily nipped at the velvet head - to draw it in. The mantool pressed forward and entered his ass - deeper and deeper it drove - filling him. "Ahhhhhhhh ... fuckkkkkkkkkkkkk!!!", Jack groaned. The thick mancock slowly pumped in and out of Jack's hot ass. It drove deep, bloating him, cockhair scratching at his ass lips. Pulling out, the thick cockhead teased his asshole. In deep. Out. In deep. Out. Jack's own hard ten inch cock jerked between his thighs with each thrust of the massive MAN fucking him. Jack heard more movement in the room. He shuddered as a hand roughly pulled his head up and a fat, long drooling cock was shoved in his mouth. His tongue immediately lapped at the hard inches of cock as it traveled in between his open lips. Two strong hands held his head in place, directing it up and down the thick cock. Still the massive cock in his ass pumped in and out. He was filled with mancock. Each fucked at his body. Their thrusts were slow, serious, deliberate. The large muscular MAN fucking Jack's ass leaned forward over Jack's body. His beefy thrusting thighs made contact with the back of Jack's taunt legs. His hairy groin mashed into Jack's ass cheeks. Jack could feel a huge, churning ball sack press against his own balls which hung pulsing between his legs. The cock sunk deep into his ass and stopped. Jack flexed his ass as the MAN rotated his hips, savoring the full penetration. Jack's guts churned inside. It felt as if a log had impaled him. It was long, it was thick - filling his ass. It demanded satisfaction from Jack's velvet hot hole. Jack reached one hand back between his legs. He palmed his rigid ten inch cock. It was rock hard. Hot streams of pre-cum drooled from its tip. He smeared it hotly over the blunt head of his cock. He reached further back to the two sets of churning man balls. He cupped all four fat balls in his hand - his own two and those of the MAN fucking his open ass. "Yeaaaaaaaaaa!! ...", groaned the MAN. "Feel those big hot balls! ... full of hot cum! ... hot man cream ... hot ass ... hot wet asshole ...", the MAN continued to groan. Jack recognized the voice! It was Jock Wilson! - big stud, ex-football player, Jock! Big, muscular, hung Jock Wilson! Sinking his big cock up Jack's ass. Jack felt Jock rubbing his back, kneading the straining muscles - seeking more and more hot contact - manflesh against manflesh! Jack's thoughts returned to the big demanding cock in his mouth, when it flexed and oozed a huge wad of pre-cum on his tongue. The flavor was sweet and hot. Jack slowly ran his fat tongue across the surface of the wide cock pumping in his mouth. He traced the length and girth of the cockmeat with his wet tongue and lips - flicking back and forth over the mushroomed head, and tapping at the drooling pre-cum seeping from the cocklips. He swirled his tongue around the glans, his lips nipping the flaired ridge. As he sunk the long hard inches deep into his throat, his lips traced the swollen veins along the stalk. Jack's lower lip could feel the wide pulsing underside of the big cock - pulsing with hot pre-cum. As his mouth moved upward, and held the glans just inside his wet lips, he felt strings of pre-cum across his tongue. The cock drove deep again into his tight throat. Jack's lips pressed against the hairy groin, his nose buried in the thick crotch hair. He breathed deep through his nose, savoring the MAN smell. His chin pushed into the churning ballsack at the base of the big cock. "Awwwwww ... suck my cock ... suck it!", groaned the MAN fucking Jack's face. "Mmmmmmmm ...", Jacked hummed, his mouth stuffed full of cock. "Aww ... yes ... suck it ... slurp it ... use that tongue! ... lap it .... lap my juice." The MAN held Jack's head in his large strong hands, guiding his mouth up and down the drooling cock. "Awwww ... yesssssss!", the MAN hissed as he bent his knees, pushing his cock up and forward, deeper to Jack's sucking mouth. Jack reached up to fondle the big ball sack at his chin, still using his other hand to brace himself on the bed. He weighed the large hairy balls in his hand. When he slipped his hand between the MAN's legs to better grasp the heavy nuts, his hand bumped into a chin and flicking wet tongue! With a shock, he realized someone else was in the room with them ... and was licking at the ass of the MAN whose cock he was sucking. Jack felt a slobbering wet tongue driving between the MAN's asscheeks, targeting the MAN's asshole again and again. It made Jack's own cock flex and become harder still - if that were possible. Jack let himself go. He surrendered to the SDL gas. He surrendered to the big cock pumping up his ass, to the fat drooling cock in his mouth. He rocked his hips in time with the fucking of the big mancock in his ass. He sucked and slurped at the cock in his mouth, as he moved his head in figure eights over the big tool. The MEN using his body noticed the change, and took advantage of it. They increased the urgency of their trusting, becoming more and more verbal as their orgasms approached. "Awwwww ... that's it ... move that fucking ass! ... tighten that asshole .... take my big cock ... get fucked ... fuck ... fuck ... ," groaned Jock, as he speeded up the long dick thrusts into Jack's hot asshole. "Yeaaaaaa ... suck it! ... more, man ... take more ... suck that cock .... yeaaaa ... just like that! ...yea, suck it .... here man, more cock ... suck it!", panted the MAN in front of Jack. The pounding of the big cocks increased. His own cock was whipping up and down against his belly. He was about to cum without even touching it! Long streams of pre-cum drooled from its tip. His glans was pulsing madly, the piss hole opening and closing. "Yea ... suck ... suck ... suck that meat ... suck the cum right out'a me! ... ahhhhh ... gonna cum! ... awwww ... hot load .... gonna cum ..." "Fuck ... fuck ... fuck ...", Jock chanted behind Jack. "Awwwww ... cum ... gonna cum .... hot load ...". "Fuck ... fuck ... yessssssss ... so gooooooood! ... up that ass ....". Jock's long fat cock slammed up Jack's ass and held. It throbbed violently ... then blasted its hot white manload. Jack ground his ass back against Jock, trying to get more and more of the spraying cock up his ass. The cock in his mouth jerked. Jack slid his head back, leaving only the fat cockhead in his mouth. He flicked wildly with his tongue back and forth over the glans. The cockhead expanded and recoiled in his mouth. A huge bolt of hot cum shot across his tongue - followed by another ... and another. The MEN leaned into Jack's body, still pumping. They all tumbled onto the bed. "Awwwwww shit! my cock! I'm cummingggggggg!", hollered Jack. A hot sucking mouth closed over his ten inch manhood. The night had just begun. ***** When Jack finally woke the next morning, he had to force his way out of the tumble of bodies on his bed. Jock Wilson was sprawled on his back, his big beefy right hand cradling his big ball sack. Jack arched his eyebrows when he saw that his other partner was Bill Parks. Big humpy Bill had one of the biggest cocks in the group. Jack did smile when he saw young Larry Gold quietly sleeping with Bill's soft cock in his mouth. "Those two deserve more of my attention", thought Jack. Jack showered, shaved and dressed. He attended to a number of small morning details about the complex. That done, the day's real activities could begin. All the MEN were up and about by then. They all looked amazingly refreshed considering the long night everyone had. Jack strode down the corridor near his room, to attend to Private Don Williams. Too bad he had missed the first night's activities, but that couldn't be helped - training came first! Don was still bound to the table. He was awake when Jack entered the room. "All right, Williams, time to get up", said Jack as he released Don from his bonds. Williams stretched and sat up. He turned to look at Captain Carison. "Captain ... sir, I never knew ... ", said Williams with a lot of respect. "Yes, Private ... and now you do know", responded Jack. Jack helped Don as he slid off the table and stood up. Jack reached down and weighed Don's huge nut sack in the palm of his hand. With his other hand, he fisted Don's fat soft cock, rubbing his thumb over the wide cockhead. "Awwww ... shit, captain ... so goooood! ... my cock, Captain ....", groaned Don. Jack felt Williams' big cock throb and swell. "Not now, Williams", said Jack, "but it still looks in good shape". Jack released Don's cock, and Williams turned to reach for his suit. "Wait", said Jack, "turn around first and bend over". Private Williams did as he was told. Jack palmed the taunt ass cheeks and dipped his fingers into the damp hairy crack. As Jack ran his fingers around the puckered asshole, Don moaned. "Yea, Williams ... still tight and hot", said Jack. "OK", said Jack, removing his hand. "Stand up here and just put on the suit pants ... keep that fantastic chest of your bare". Williams put the pants on, his big cock and balls making a huge obvious bulge between his legs. Jack ran his hand over the long fat crotch. "Now, go Private ... and meet the other MEN". "Yes, SIR, Captain, SIR", Don said as he eagerly left the room. The PRIME MISSION Chapter 7 The MEN had been underground now for eight days. They had developed their basic daily routine after only their second day. No one woke very early - there really wasn't any need to - and considering the long all night MAN-sex orgies, everyone slept in late. Once they did wake, only a few hours were spent on what Captain Carison called "private time" - when the men showered and cleaned themselves up. Then came one or two hours of actual work. Things did need to get done. The Mission wasn't a total ruse. The rest of the day was free. And considering the close quarters, the horny MEN, and the hours of idle time - there was only one thing to do. That evening, about 1900 hours, Jack walked into the room that they had assigned to be more or less a meeting room. He was taken aback by what he saw. Tall rangy Andy Johnson, the "cowboy", was stretched out in one of the easy chairs. He was bare chested, showing off his lean muscular chest and arms. What surprised Jack, however, was that Andy was holding a leather leash. And it was attached to a wide leather band around young David Moore's neck! The slim white haired nineteen year old was on his knees in front of Andy's chair. David was virtually naked, except for leather bands around his wrists and ankles. He wore a very brief leather jock over his ample cock and balls, that tied about his waist and thighs. It left his young hard ass totally exposed. The boy was leaning over, his face just above Andy's well packed, but covered, crotch. When Jack entered the room, Andy looked up. "Evenin' Captain", said Andy. Jack didn't respond. He just nodded in acknowledgment. He didn't know what to say. Walking up to Andy, he continued to stare at young David. Andy saw the Captain's interest. "Pony here's just a keeping his cowboy man warm, Captain", said Andy with a big smile. Jack could now see that David was busy blowing hot breath along a swollen ridge in Andy's pants. The ridge was obviously the outline of Andy's fantastically long cock, lying along his right thigh, encased in his tight suit pants. "Pony? ...", Jack asked questioningly, looking back up at Andy. "Yes sir! Young Pony here keeps his MAN real happy", responded Andy with a tug on the leash. Jack felt his cock throb and swell. He continued to stare at young David's "duties" in Andy's crotch. The white haired boy repeatedly blew hot air along Andy's cock bulge. He'd begin at the massive lump that outlined Andy's big ball sack, and proceed along the thick ridge extending down the pant leg, made by Andy's long cock stalk. When he reached the obvious lump made by the cockhead, he would dip his head to surround the fat bulge with his mouth, and nip at it with his moist lips. Jack's cock lengthened and stretched down his leg at the sight. "That'a boy, Pony, show the Captain how to treat your MAN's cock", said Andy as he unsnapped the button on the top of his pants. Young David took over, as he slowly brought his hands up to pull Andy's zipper down. For a moment Jack couldn't see much as David thrust his face into the now open crotch to smell the MAN odor. As he moved his head back and parted the pants, Andy's giant cock sprung out. It was unbelievably long. It pulsed and throbbed in front of young David's face. A wide stream of pre-cum drooled from the glans. David sunk his face into Andy's now exposed ball sack and started to lick and suck at the large hairy nuts. Jack was amazed. David never looked up during this whole time to even acknowledge the Captain. Jack's eyes were riveted to the immense length of Andy's cock as it waved above David's head. Jack's own ten inches was rock hard in his pants and straining against the thin fabric. "Good Pony", said Andy. "Gets you warmed up, doesn't it Captain? - watching how well Pony here can treat his MAN's nuts", continued Andy as he began to slowly fist his cock. Jack watched Andy's fingers as they made their way up the long cock shaft. Andy began to slowly rub Jack's thigh with his free hand. As he talked and Jack stared, Andy ran his hand back to Jack's taunt ass cheeks. He moved the palm of his hand up and down. marveling at their hardness. His fingers dipped into the deep crack of Jack's ass and slowly rubbed over the puckered asshole between those tight cheeks. Andy could feel the heat and pulsing of the asshole lips even through Jack's pant material. When he saw Jack's crotch throb at his touch, he knew immediately where Jack was at and smiled to himself. He had an idea! David slowly worked his sucking, slurping mouth off Andy's balls and started to move up the long cock. "Watch Captain. Watch how the boy can wet down my big long cock pole", continued Andy, watching for Jack's reaction. "Watch Captain, how he wets down every fucking inch of that big cock. Real big cock, captain. Long fucking cock", Andy went on. Andy could see Jack was mesmerized by his long cock, and continued to plant a "seed" of his idea in Jack's mind. "Gets you goin', huh Captain? Seein' that boy workin' on my big long cock. Wetin' it down - all fucking twelve inches of that long, long cock", Andy kept it up as he moved his hand from Jack's ass to rub across his now distended crotch. "Look Captain. Look at my old long cock drool." Andy suddenly stood up. He face d Jack and ordered David to pull his MAN's pants all the way down and off. Andy meanwhile busied himself with Jack's pants. "Here, let me help you out, Captain. I'll get Pony here to show you how good he really is", said Andy as he pulled Jack's pant zipper down to release Jack's throbbing ten inches. "Get yourself down there, Pony, and treat both our balls right good", commanded Andy once David had pulled Andy's pants completely off. Jack stepped out of his pants as if in a daze, his eyes locked on Andy's big long cock pressed up against his own turgid tool. Andy wrapped one of his big hands around the two cocks and started to fist them together. He used his other hand to hold Jack close. Jack groaned as he felt the hot sucking mouth of David lap at his balls as they hung low in their sack. Andy slowly fisted the two cocks. "Look here Captain. Look how my big old long cock reaches above yours. My big long, long cock Captain." "Mmmmmmmmmm ... ", moaned Jack. Andy kept directing young David to service him and the captain with commands and pulls on the leash. "Wet those ball down, Pony. Show the Captain what a good boy you are. Suck those balls. Lick their sweat." Andy held the leash in his free hand and pulled it over Jack's shoulder, forcing David further back between Jack's open legs. "Eat the Captain's balls, Pony", said Andy and then returned his attention back to Jack. "Two big mancocks, right Captain?" "Feel my long cock right against yours ... feels good" "Like that, Captain? Like my big long cock rubbing against yours?", continued Andy as he fisted both rigid cocks. "Geeeezzzz ... Captain ... look how my long cock's drollin'. Droolin' all over it big cockhead ... nice hot wet juice ... droolin' down that long, long cock shaft ... why its a droolin' right onto your cock, Captain ... yeaaaa". "Pony, eat the Captain's ass ... eat that hole!", barked Andy. "Ughhhhhh ... mmmmmm ", moaned Jack as he felt David's hot wet tongue reach into his ass crack and lick the sweaty pulsing hole. "Atta boy, Pony ... get the Captain hot ... feels real good, don't it Captain? ... young Pony there with his tongue up your hot ass ... and my big long cock juicing yours down ..." "Ohhhhhhhh ...", groaned Jack, his knees getting weak. "That'a way, Captain. Feel that hot tongue up your asshole ... wetin' you down ... hot, wet tongue eatin' you out ... openin' you up, Captain ... hot, wet open asshole ... huh, Captain? ... like that, don't ya?" "This is makin' my long cock feel real good, Captain ... look at that mother ... more than twelve hot fuckin' inches, Captain ... you like my big long cock, Captain? ... feel that long cock rubbin' there against you ...." Young David had worked his way through Jack's spread legs. He was now on his haunches behind Jack, using his two hands to spread Jack's tight ass cheeks apart. He buried his face between the cheeks, sucking and slurping at the puckered hole. The leash around his neck was pulled tight, up over Jack's shoulder by Andy. David's own ample ten plus inch cock was straining against his leather jock. His teen pre-cum was drooling like mad, soaking the inside of the small pouch. Andy suddenly jerked the leash. "Stand up, Pony and come here!", he ordered as he dropped the leash. His other hand never missed a beat in jacking the two big cocks. While he waited for David to stand, Andy used his free hand to now pinch at Jack's hard nipples through his suit top. "That'a way, Captain ... fuck your hot cock up there against my big long tool ... Go on, feel it Captain ... feel my big long droolin' cock with yours ... ", said Andy as he grabbed one of Jack's hands and wrapped it around their rigid cocks. Andy kept his hand over Jack's forcing the Captain to jack the two big mancocks. "Yea, Captain ... make that cock of mine feel real good ... ". Andy turned to David who now stood at his left. He roughly grabbed at David's jock and ripped it off in one pull, releasing David's hard cock from its confinement. The ten plus inch cock waved in front of David's sweaty groin, spewing drops of pre-cum against the two MEN's hips. "Fuck his asshole!", commanded Andy. As Jack started to protest, Andy pushed David's soaking jock into his face, smearing its inside against Jack's nose and mouth. David was behind the Captain in a flash, wedging Jack between himself and Andy. Their bodies literally smeared together, from their combined sweat. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh ...", Jack groaned into the wet jock as David's thick cock slid into his tight ass. "Fuck'm ... fuck'm ... fuck'm ...", Andy chanted while continuing to force Jack's hand up and down their melded cocks. David sank his ten inches deep into Jack, causing him to push forward hard into Andy. "Fuck'm ... fuck'm ... fuck'm hard ... open that asshole ... wet'm down with your hot load". "Look at my big long cock, Captain ... Look at it ... your cock drooling all over mine ... wettin' down ... gonna make you cum, Captain ... make you sum ... shot your load all over my long cock." "Look at my long cock ... look, Captain ... cum on it ... wet every fucking inch ... cause then I'm gonna fuck your ass deep", Andy growled. "Fuck'm Pony. Dick his ass!" "Ugh ... ugh ... ugh ...", groaned Jack as his body was savaged between the two MEN. "Cum Captain ... cum ... cum ... cum ... wet my cock ...". "Ohhhhhhhhhhh ... Oh ... Oh ... Oh ...", David suddenly moaned, slamming himself up Jack's ass and holding it there. Jack's eye's bulged. He could feel hot lick of cum shot deep into his ass. His own cock was very close. The wide piss slit at the tip of his rigid cock was opening and closing spasmodically. He was about to shoot his own load of mancream. "Cum ... cum ... cum, Captain ... shoot that load ... wet my cock ... gonna fuck your ass ...", chanted Andy. Jack's muscular thighs started to quiver. His big fat cock throbbed and exploded. "Ahhhhhh ... ah ... ah ... ah ...", he moaned as bolt after bolt of cum shot from his cock. David's cock was still packed up his ass teasing his prostrate. "That'a wayyyyyyyyy!", screamed Andy as he quickly caught and spread Jack's cream over the entire length of his immense twelve inch cock. Jack's cock was still shooting when Andy roughly pulled him away from David, ripping David's cock from Jack's ass. He pushed the Captain face down across the padded arm of the easy chair. Jack's ass was up and exposed - a stream of David's cum flowing from his swollen asshole. David tumbled backward on his ass, his hot load still pumping from his cock. "Get fucked!", Andy hissed as he drove his long cock into Jack's wet ass in one long, long stroke. "Oooooooooooooooo!!!", Jack's head snapped up, his body went rigid, as Andy's cock went deep, deep and hit bottom in Jack's guts. "Take it ... take it ...get fucked ...", mindlessly yelled as he thrust over and over again into Jack. "Ugh ... ugh ... ugh ...", tore from Jack's panting mouth at each deep, gut twisting stroke of the long cock up his ass. "yes ... oh yea ... nice ass ... nice hot ass ... tight asshole ... take it ... yea ... awwww fuck ... get fucked ... " "Yessss! That'a way, Pony! ... lick my ass! oh, yea!", Andy screamed as he wildly dicked Jack's upthrust ass. David had recovered and immediately glued his sucking lips to his MAN's asshole. Fighting Andy's thrusting hips, he held tight to Andy's asscheeks, mashing his face deep into the asscrack, and swaying with the movement. At each backward thrust of Andy's hips, David's wet tongue drove into the MAN's ass. "Awwwww ... gonna cum! ... gonna cum! .... too soon! ... too fucking soon! .... Oh yea ... oh yea ...oh yea ... here it cums ... yea .... yea ... CUMMMMMMMINGGGGGG!!", shouted Andy as he thrust deep into Jack's flexing ass and unloaded his huge load of mancream. Jack felt flooded as wave after wave of cum exploded in his ass. "Yesssssssssssssss ...!", Jack hissed. Andy collapsed on top of Jack and held his body plastered to Jacks sweaty back as the final runs of cum flowed from his long cock. He then stood up, slowly pulling his monstrously long cock from Jack's ravaged ass. "Noooooooooooo ...", Jack groaned. "Good Fuck!", said Andy as he slapped Jack's ass. "Come on, Pony ... let's go hit the sack!". Andy picked up David's leather jock and leash which had fallen on the floor and led the young MAN out of the room. Jack's couldn't move! He was exhausted. His ass had just been royally fucked - twice! He could feel the hot loads still pumped up his tight asshole. He lay there, across the padded arm of the chair, his naked ass exposed, cum seeping from his now red puckered hole, trying to catch his breath. Suddenly he felt two big strong hands grab his ass cheeks and spread them. A big fat wet tongue shot up his tortured hole and lapped at his insides. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh ...", he groaned. He made a feeble attempt to look back over his shoulder. When he saw big butch Don Williams' face pressed into his asscrack and Don's mammoth eleven inch cock rigidly sticking out of his open pants, he knew he was in for yet another hot manfuck. His asshole throbbed at the thought. The PRIME MISSION Chapter 8 Day after day, night after night, the pattern of spontaneous mansex continued. In groups of two, three and four, the MEN constantly turned to each other - their cocks up hard, their mouths open and the assholes available. Jack had even stumbled upon a number of one MAN episodes - and often joined right in. Once he found Andy Johnson, the cowboy, in bed, his legs thrown back over his head, sucking his own twelve plus inch cock. Jack obliged by licking Andy's balls and asshole, as the MAN sucked himself to a hot climax. And another time he found Private Paul Rock, the weightlifter he enjoyed on the trip down, standing naked in front of a full length mirror, beating his more than ample nine inch cock as he watched himself pose - flexing his wildly developed muscles. And the many times, he discovered Don Williams returning on his own to the "training" room. The MEN had really taken to the sex. Jack hadn't had to use the SDL gas after the third day into the mission. The afternoon, before the day they were to terminate their stay and return, Jack setup for a final cock-shattering episode. He had the MEN redo one of the small meeting rooms for the occasion. All the furniture was removed. The room was bare, except for a heavily padded carpet, upon which Jack had the MEN place a series of scattered cushions. The MEN were told to assemble around 1300 hours. When Jack arrived, all nine MEN were there waiting for him. He told them to find a spot on the floor and relax. The door was closed, and unknown to the MEN, was locked. He also flipped a hidden switch to the right of the door. What the MEN didn't know was that that particular switch controlled SDL gas flow into the room. Jack had set the control to half way between medium and its highest setting. He wanted to assure that this would be a meeting the MEN long remembered. Jack stood up front facing the MEN. He began by thanking the MEN for their participation in the mission and their good working relationship - which drew quite a few laughs. Less than ten minutes into the talk, Jack became aware that the MEN were beginning to react to the SDL gas. They looked flushed and were beginning to perspire - mansweat odor filling the room. And they all began to fidget a bit. Jack knew it would take another few minutes before they were ready for his surprise - so he decided to get the MEN to first focus on each other's bodies - getting them "warmed up" for what was to follow. He got their attention by making a big deal out of thanking each MAN individually for his mission contribution. The Captain asked each in turn to stand, as he thanked them. The result was a parade of bulging muscles, tight asses, and swollen crotches for all to see. By the time he got to the last of the nine, the MEN were hot. Obvious erections strained their pant suits; their breath coming very heavy. Jack paused, then spoke. "OK MEN. Now for a special end to all of this ..." He went to the corner of the room and flipped three switches set in a metal panel on the wall. One dimmed the lights (but not fully), one lowered a screen against the wall and the third started a video projector. As the tape started, Jack under cover of the dimmed lights, returned to the door and reset the SDL gas switch to maximum. Jack then sat back on the floor with his MEN. As he reclined between Rock and Don Williams, the first pictures formed on the screen. It was the video tape of the MEN's trip down in the travel tubes! "Holy SHIT!" "Hot damn!" "Fuckin' A! ... Look at that ASS!" "Oh Shit ... What a COCK!" The comments from the MEN were at first from surprise ... then from excitement. "Oh yea! ... baby ... suck that MEAT!" "Mmmm ... tight hot fuck!" Hands reached for bulging erections, rubbed hot ass checks ... Rock sunk his face into Jack's crotch, and started to suck Jack's ten inch cock through his pants, while fumbling with the zipper to release the mantool. Don leaned over and pulled Jack's top off, exposing Jack's hairy muscular chest. He leaned in to suck at one of Jack's peaked nipples. Williams then pulled away and grabbed Jack's head, forcing him down to his eleven inch cock sticking out of his open pants. "Suck it, Captain ... suck my cock". Jack did. The Captain's pants were down around his ankles now, as Rock continued to deep throat his ten inch dick. Jack could feel other hard sweaty bodies pressed against him. He could hear the other MEN sucking and fucking. A hot wet tongue thrust into his exposed asscrack and began to lap at his asshole. Jack concentrated on Don's monster cock in his mouth. He suck at the fat drooling mushroomed head, flicking his tongue over the bubbling slit. He dropped his head, sliding inch after fat inch into his mouth. He held his breath and sunk further, driving that cock deep into his throat. Up and down he pump over that large mantool. Williams verbalized his encouragements. "Yes ... Oh yea ... hot fucking mouth ... Suck it! ... Suck that big dick!" "Mmmmm ... mmmmm ... mmmm", Jacked moaned as he sunk his wet mouth down on Don's big cock again and again. Gobs of hot wet spit slid down the hard cock to coat Don's huge manballs, slicking his wild crotch hair across his gut. Jack's chin rubbed against Don's fat churning balls each time he deep throated the tool. Jack cupped those balls in his hands, and felt them roll in their hairy sack. "Chow down, Captain ... eat that cock ... suck it off ... suck it ... suck .... suck ... hot fuckin' Captain's mouth ... sucking my cock ... hot cum in there ... hot load for that Captain's mouth!" Jack heard a deep groan next to him and looked over. Inches from his face a huge glistening cock was pumping up a swollen asshole. It was Bill Parks fucking young Larry Gold. Jack watched as in almost slow motion, Parks' long thick cock pushed aside the pink asshole lips and slid tightly into the pit of Gold's ass. The funky hot smell of wet ass drifted across. In and out with slow deliberate strokes, that monster cock pumped. Jack's whole body was on fire. A big hard mancock was stuffed down his throat, a hot wet sucking mouth covered his own turgid staff, a moist soft tongue lapped at his asshole, and there before his eyes was a hot fuck teasing his senses. "Awww shit! ... shit Captain ...", Don Williams moaned, "Suck that cock .... gonna blast ... gonna cream!" Jack returned his full attention to the fat thrusting eleven inch cock in his mouth. He reached to cup and caress Don's balls. They were hot and tight to the touch. Williams grabbed Jack's head and began to thrust deep into his throat. "Suck ... suck ... awwwww ... so hot ... so wet .... suck it!" Jack's wet lips slid up and down the full eleven inch length of Don's cock. He thrashed and flicked his tongue at its girth, toying with the fat glans on each upward stroke. Pre-cum poured from the slit, merging with Jack's saliva and washed the veiny shaft. "Awwww ... awwww ... gonna blow ... gonna shoot ......" "Jack suddenly felt the thick cock expand and explode in his dripping mouth. "Ugh ... ugh ... ugh ...", Don screamed as the first bolts of cum erupted from his cock and flooded Jack's mouth. The Captain pressed his lips tight around the shooting shaft, shoved it deep into his throat, sinking his nose into Don's heaving crotch. Jack's chin mashed Williams' tight ballsack as those big eggs contracted again and again, pumping their load up and out. As Jack move his mouth up the erupting cock, the cum filled his mouth to overflowing. His tongue whipped back and forth savoring the taste. The huge load seeped from between his lips, down along Don's hard veined cock stalk. As Don slowly pulled his spent cock from Jack's mouth, Jack became more aware of what was happening around him. His own cock was still being treated to the pleasures of Rock's hungry sucking lips. His ass cheeks were spread wide open, and a beard stubbled face fought to gain deep access to his asscrack, with a velvety tongue lapping at his hole. Bill Parks had brought Larry Gold up to his hands and knees and was furiously long dicking the kid's tight ass from behind. The moaning throughout the room was growing in volume. Groans of passion echoed between Jack's hard dicked MEN. "Ahhh fuck ... fuck ... fuck meeeeeeeeee!" "Suck it! ... suck it! ..." "Ohhhh ... take my hot cum! ..." Beyond Bill and Larry, the married guys were sucking each others cocks. Mack Anderson on his hands and knees had Mike Lee on his back as he straddled him. Mack's big ten inch cock thrusting into Mike's mouth from above, while Mack sucked Mike from above. Jack smiled when he saw Private Jock Wilson, the football stud, behind Mack's raised ass, driving his eleven inch cock up Mack's asshole. David Moore, "Pony", was behind Jock licking his ass and dangling ballsack. But where was Andy Johnson? Suddenly Jack felt the hot tongue up his ass pull away. A big long, long stiff cock shoved its way up his soaking asshole. "Awwwwwww ...", groaned Jack. "Fuck me cowboy!" A number of the MEN shifted places around the room. Two thick drooling cocks appeared in front of Jack's face. He never bothered to look up to see who they were ... he just sunk his mouth over the first as he tightly jacked the second. He then shifted between the big cocks, sucking first one then the other. He sucked ... and sucked ... and sucked. The PRIME MISSION Chapter 9 Jack crossed the compound on his way to the Command Center. The sun was just setting behind the Western buildings. He felt good - really good. He had had almost forty hours sleep since returning. He had needed it. The fuck/suck session the MEN participated in before the trip back up had lasted hours into the night. He was totally spent afterwards. Now he was on his way to the Commander's office. Earlier he received notice that the Commander wanted to hear a verbal mission report, before Jack got around to writing a formal one up. Jack felt so good, his usual uneasiness at seeing big DICK Stevens was forgotten. Most of the camp personnel had already left their jobs at this hour, and had headed back to their quarters, so the compound was very quiet. Jack strode into the Command Center and down the corridor leading to the Commander's office. At the door, he met the last of the Commander's staff leaving for the day. On his way past, an orderly on a big rush to leave, told Jack that the "man" was expecting him and to go right in. Jack knocked at the inner office door and entered when he heard the deep masculine voice inside call "IN". Jack closed the door behind him and looked over to see Stevens standing across the room making himself a drink. "Jack. Good to see you again. We missed you. Can I fix you a drink?" "Aaa ... yes Sir. Please ... a scotch?" "Cut the sir shit, Jack ... relax, it's after hours." Commander Stevens turned back to make Jack his drink. Jack felt the old uneasiness return. "The fucking MAN is a wet dream", he thought. "Big fucking butch male." The Commander had his coat off. Jack's eyes traveled down the back of DICK Stevens as he stood at the bar. Below a thickly corded neck branched out huge muscled shoulders. The Commander's shirt clung and molded to his broad back, showing off long slabs of hard muscle underneath. His back tapered in a sharp V to his narrow waist. His ass was two indented mounds of rock hard man-muscle, which pushed against his slacks. Below flaired muscular thighs and calves. The MAN was an ultimate man - tall, pure muscle. "Here you go", said the Commander as he strode over to Jack and handed him a drink. His six foot four frame towered over Jack's five-seven. "Take a seat ... and tell me all about it". Jack sat in one of the leather easy chairs. The Commander sat directly opposite Jack. As Jack sipped his drink, he couldn't help but notice the sight Stevens made sitting there. The Commander's tie was off, and thick mats of curly brown hair peeked out from the open collar. His shirt pulled tight across his massive muscled chest. Two large peaks poked at the shirt material at the tip of each of his slatted paps. His muscled thighs spread out before Jack's eyes as the Commander sat back in the chair. And between those thighs, a huge obscene bulge which drew your eyes to it. It was difficult, if not impossible, to break eye contact with that massive bulge. It seemed to radiate heat and desire. "Jack ... Jack ... you OK?" Jack snapped his eyes up. The Commander was sitting there smiling. Jack knew he had been caught staring at the Commander's crotch. "Sir, yes, sir ... fine", responded Jack. "Good ... Now tell me ... what was it like? ... being cooped up so long", asked Stevens. "Not too bad actually ... we kept busy, what with surveying the lab and checking and rechecking the equipment", replied Jack. With that, the Commander stood and walked over to Jack. He stood very close, looking down into Jack's eyes. "Tell me, Jack. What was it really like? ... to have all those men ... so confined ... so close?" Stevens' big hand closed over Jack's left shoulder. Jack could feel its immense strength. Jack was at eye level with the Commander's crotch. He felt overwhelmed and tense. "So close, Jack, so close ... you could smell those men ... smell their sweat ... their damp musky mansweat". Jack's head started to swim - the scotch, the closeness of the Commander, his suggestive voice ... Jack's eyes began to droop, his mind concentrating on the Commander's voice. "Yes ... yes ... the MAN smell ...", Jack mumbled. Jack could smell it now - hot ... dank ... MANsweat. The Commander pulled Jack's shoulder forward. Jack's face was an inch from the Commander's crotch. "Smell it, Jack ... smell than mansmell ... hot wet man sweat ... smell, Jack ... you think I didn't know ... what really went on, Jack ... smell, Jack ... smell that MANcrotch", the Commander taunted as he pulled Jack's face into his massive crotch. Jack breathed deep. His cock flexed, growing down his pant leg. Mansmell .... hot man cock smell. Stevens guided Jack's face back and forth across his swollen crotch. Jack's nose was pressed deep into the soft mound between the Commander's legs. Jack was panting. He smelled the Commander's hot crotch. He smelled the MAN's big cock and balls through the slacks. The Commander leered and reached down with his free hand to loosen and undo his belt. When it was unclasped, he slid the zipper down, revealing to Jack's nose his mounded crotch encased in a damp white jock strap. The mesh material was stretched thin to encompass the massive girth of his cock and balls. Jack buried his face in the big pouch. He was wildly panting now. He drew in all the intense odors of mansweat, manpiss and cum that jock yielded up. Without his even realizing, his hands had come up to hold the Commander's thighs - holding his face deep into the Commander's crotch. Jack was gone! The devil couldn't have pulled him away. Stevens now used both his hands to lower his slacks. He kept his hips thrust forward, pushing and mashing his huge jock into Jack's face. "Smell that, Jack. Smell that big mancock. Smell those big manballs", said Stevens in his deep voice. "Awwwwww ..", moaned Jack, his mouth opening to press against the tightly stretched jock. He felt cock and balls and MAN all around him. He was lost to it - mancock - manballs. The Commander's slacks pooled around his ankles. His muscular legs were taunt as he pushed his hips forward into Jack's now slobbering face. His large, rock-hard ass cheeks were tightly indented. The twin globes framed by the white jock straps. "That's the way, Jack ... get your mouth down on that big jock ... Let me see you suck that jock ... suck that big jock, Jack ... let me see your juicy mouth such that fat jock ..." Jack continued to move his face back and forth over the surface of the Commander's jock pouch. His mouth and lips sucked and slurped hot wet spit across its surface. Jack's tongue traced every fat bulge and swell of that white pouch. His nose drank in the dank man-odor of crotch - big MAN crotch. Jack roved over and around the pouch with his mouth. The white jock was now soaking wet. Brown crotch hairs protruding out on all sides were slicked down with his hot spit. "Mmmmmm ... mmmmm ... mmmmm", Jack moaned as his face pushed into the Commander's bloated jock. Stevens pulled away. Jack was in a daze. He couldn't move. He just stared at that jock. Stevens reached over and tore Jack's shirt open, exposing Jack's hairy chest. He opened Jack's pants, and lifting him like a feather by the hips, pulled them off. Jack fell back into the leather chair, naked from the waist down, his shirt in tatters about his shoulders. Then big Commander DICK Stevens went to work! The Commander pulled Jack's hips forward to the edge of the seat. He then pulled each of Jack's legs over one of the chair arms. Jack was quite a sight. His face was a mask of pure male lust. His eyes followed the bulging crotch of Commander Stevens as he moved around Jack's chair. Spit drooled from Jack's mouth. His heaving sweaty chest rose up and down with shredded material from his shirt. His hard nipples poked out from his hairy chest mat. His ten inch cock lay rigid across his taunt stomach, trailing slicks of pre-cum. His big fat hairy balls hung low in their sack, between his spread legs, dangling over his exposed asscrack and covering his tight asshole. Still he just started at the Commander's jock pouch with lust. DICK Stevens stripped. The only thing he left on was his now spit soaked jock strap. It held back the huge mound of his swollen cock and balls. The Commander swung one of his beefy muscled legs over the arms of the chair, placing his massive crotch right in Jack's face. With one muscular hand, he drew Jack's face back into his jock. "Suck that jock ... suck it ... suck it", Stevens ordered. The Commander flexed his hips, driving his crotch into Jack's face. Jack's wet tongue went back to work. He traced up and down, back and forth across the white pouch. His lips felt the Commander's cock hardening underneath. "Wet it down ... that's the way ... hot spit ... suck that jock ... such that spit covered jock". Jack moaned over and over as his whole face rubbed into that monsterous cockpouch. The Commander reached down and flipped one of his huge hairy balls out of the side of the wet jock. It was the size of a small orange. "Here, Jack ... eat that ball ... that big fat manball ... lap it down ... suck on it." Jack's hot spit lapping tongue reached out and washed the offering. His tongue curled under and weighed the fat ball floating in its sack. He nipped at its surface with his lips. It was too big to enter his mouth, so he licked its surface up and down. The Commander reached beneath his spread legs, to Jack's chest. He found both of Jack's pointed nipples and pulled and squeezed them hard. "Suck that hot ball, Jack ... lick it ... " Jack groaned under the onslaught. His nipples were on fire. His big fat cock jerked and drooled. He pressed his face even deeper into the Commander's crotch and ate manball. He sucked and slurped. The Commander used one hand to flick his other massive ball out from the other side of the jock. Reaching back to flick at Jack's nipples, he thrashed his tight muscular hips back and forth, feeding first one ball then the other to Jack's hot devouring mouth and tongue. "Worship those manballs, Jack ... use that tongue ..", the Commander ordered. Five minutes later, Stevens suddenly wrenched himself off of Jack, and just as fast restraddled the chair - this time with his jock strap framed ass over Jack's face. He pressed his sweaty ass crack into Jack's face. "Eat ass, ball-licker ... eat my ass!" Jack's fat tongue shot out and immediately began to wet down the Commander's hairy asscrack. Each time he passed over the man's asshole, his tongue would quickly flick back and forth. The Commander leaned to the left and reached into the drawer of a small table beside the chair. He pulled out a strip of rawhide. He quickly ties it around Jack's drooling ten inch cock - at the base forming a tight cockring. More and more pre-cum drooled from Jack's cock slit from the handling. The heavy blood gorged veins swelled along Jack's cock. The Commander held Jack's cock firmly in one hand as he rotated the flat palm of his other hand around Jack's glans. "Suck that asshole! Jam your fat tongue in deep ... suck ass ... yea ....", Stevens yelled as he pushed back into Jack's face. Jack curled his tongue and thrust it deep into the Commander's asshole. He licked at the inner membranes, while nipping at the ass with his lips - tasting, wetting - worshipping that ass. The Commander again reached into the table drawer and removed a small tube of lubricant. Flipping its cover off, he squeezed a large mound on his fingers. Tossing the tube aside, he reached down past Jack's ten inch cock, past Jack's hairy ballsack, slicking the gel along Jack's spread asscrack. Back and forth he rubbed. Each time he passed over Jack's asshole, his fingers dipped into its open lips. Back and forth, deep and deeper into the open hole. "Yea ... hot fucking ass ... hot tight manpussy ... that hot ass hungry? .... hot, wet tight ass ... hungry pussy ... needs to get fed ... ", Stevens talked to Jack's ass as if it were alive. The Commander concentrated on that hot open ass. He jammed one finger deep into the hot pit. In and out he frigged that ass, then around and around he rubbed the insides. Then two fingers, then three .... Stevens alternated three fingers, pull them out, then shove his thumb in, and out - over and over again. "Hot ass ... hot pussy ... needs cock ... needs big fucking hard cock .... pussy gonna get fucked ... pussy gonna get stuffed ... ya ... pussy needs cock ...", Stevens rambled on and on. Then the Commander pulled his fingers slowly out of Jack's ass. Jack's ass lips seemed to cling to the retreating fingers. Stevens swung off Jack's body. He turned around to face Jack. He bent over and ran his hands along Jack's sweaty chest, and twisted Jack's hard nipples. Stevens reached into the table drawer one last time. He held a silver inhaler. Snapping off its lid, he jammed it up Jack's nostril. Amyl! The fumes rocketed to Jack's brain. His whole body melted into flaming lust - cock! - he wanted cock! - he needed cock! Standing tall in front of Jack, the Commander reached for his jock. Jack stared with blurry eyes, the amyl coursing through his system. Looping his thumbs into the straps at either side of the grotesquely bulging pouch, the Commander lifted it up and then down over his cock and balls. The biggest cock Jack had ever seen burst from its confinement. Jack was stunned. The Commander towered over Jack. Centered between his muscle-slabbed thighs, stood a monument to masculinity. It had to be thirteen inches long! It rose proudly from a massive bed of dark hair, running straight as an arrow to its cut crown. Its girth was intimidating, but well balanced for such a massive instrument of sex and power. Two long strings of thick pre-cum spilled from its head to pool over Jack's own crotch. The Commander stepped out of the jock, and moved forward. Grasping his immense cock at its base, the Commander brought it to Jack's mouth. He wielded it as a club to smeared Jack's lips and lower jaw with the drooling juice covering the glans. Jack tried to cover its broad tip with his mouth, but failed. His tongue could only lap at the flowing juice. He was a mass of frustration. Here was the cock he had dreamed about, but now found he was unable to give it the true worship it deserved. "Don't bother, Jack. It's not want this cock wants right now anyway. Don't worry, before long you will be trained to give it its due", said the Commander. Stevens stepped back and slid his beefy arms under Jack's legs, lifting Jack bodily off the chair. While Jack's legs wrapped around the Commander's narrow waist, Stevens' hands held Jack's ass cheeks and spread them wide. The Commander's rigid cock pointed up to Jack's distended asshole. As the Commander slowly lowered Jack, impaling him, Jack looked into Stevens' eyes. "Sir ... how did you know?", asked Captain Jack Carison. Stevens smiled and replied, "Didn't you know ... Andy Johnson and I are cousins ... we've been fucking and sucking each other ever since we were twelve." And then, Jack's nirvana arrived. The PRIME MISSION Epilog Jack Carison woke to a bright sunny Western mountain day. He stretched and groaned in the king size bed. Kicking off the still crisp white sheet, he lay naked. As he ran his hands down his muscular chest, he smiled broadly. Jack was happy. Jack had never been this happy. Although he glanced at the other side of the bed to check, he knew Dick would be up already. Dick always rose early, no matter how late they partied. Jumping out of bed, eager for the day to begin, Jack padded out of the room to the kitchen. No need to get dressed. Seemed there almost never was a need to get dressed this days. "Morning", said Dick Stevens Jack never said a word, just walked up to Dick and gave him the deepest kiss he could muster this great day. "Well ... What was that for?", asked Dick when they finally broke. "Last week, last night, today and tomorrow", said Jack. Jack Carison and Dick Stevens were together in the big family ranch that Dick's parents left him when they passed away. Being their only child, Dick inherited all their possessions, including this ranch and a nest egg to last a lifetime. To Jack's amazement, Dick had told Jack that first night together that he had wanted Jack for a long time, but had hesitated because of his military career. They were together now for almost a year. In two months, both men's stints were up and they decided they would both "retire" here to the ranch. "Well you better get moving, everyone's expected to arrive by noon", said Dick. Jack was thrilled. Dick had arranged for a re-union of the MEN - all nine of them from the PRIME Mission, here at the ranch. He had even made sure it was on military time, so the MEN didn't have to use leave. "Oh yea ... ", added Dick, "I forgot to tell you that I also invited four of my buddies from my college days, all ex-football players." Jack's asshole throbbed. -the end

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Date: Sat, 22 Apr 2000 01:12:01 EDT From: get tooit Subject: Breaking in a Gay Slut by Get2itt This story is part of the "Get2itt" series, a group of original stories w/ no subplots, plot development, extraneous characters, character development, useless dialog nor great tedious length. These stories get to the point, for the busy maturbator with no time to scroll through trivialities while searching out the "meat" of the story. The author has thoughtfully left all their artistic pretensions at the door and gotten to what you really want to read: licking, fucking and sucking. For comments, story subject requests and hate mail, write to the author at get2itt@hotmail.com . We are completely quadrasexual here, equal representation is afforded to gay, lesbian, bi, and transexuals. Thanks for your time Getting broken in as a Faggot-slut By Get2itt My first year of high school I went over to a friend's house to stay up all night, party, and watch videos. Joey rolled a big joint while Rudy looked through his big brothers videos. Rudy's parents were out of town, so we had raided the liquor cabinet and finished off half a bottle of vodka already. I was feeling pretty loose and ready for anything. Little did I suspect what the night would bring. Rudy put on a video and turned off all the lights except a long tube blacklight. He sat back down on the couch next to me and Joey. There was some really hot action going on, two guys double-teaming a girl, fucking her pussy and her ass at the same time. There was a long close up of one man's cock going in and out of her ass, stretching the rim wide around his monster cock. Rudy, Joey and I were all getting pretty horny, passing the joint around. I discreetly looked to see if the other guys were as horny as I was. Rudy had a big bulge in his Levi's, and was rubbing his cock through his pants. By the size of the bulge, I could see he had a monster cock himself. Soon both Joey and Rudy were openly stroking themselves through their pants, so I started playing with myself, too. Rudy started watching me rub myself, then placed his hand on my thigh, rubbing my leg. I looked at Rudy in surprise, and he just grinned back at me. Then he moved his hand to my crotch and began squeezing my cock and balls. He took my hand and guided it down to his cock. I began to feel gay urges awakening in me. I knew I couldn't rest until I had fagged off with his big, lovely cock. Rudy undid his jeans and unzipped them. He wasn't wearing any underwear, and his eager swollen prick came bouncing out. I placed my hand on him and began to squeeze gently. While I stroked his cock to full attention, Joey passed Rudy the joint. He leaned over to blow me a shotgun, then moved the joint away and kissed me. I opened my mouth and we started making out. We worked our tongues deep into each others mouths. I was rock-hard by now and super-horny and ready for anything. Without leaving his kiss, I moved off the couch in front of him. He took off my shirt and we broke our kiss while I took off his as well. He found my nipples and started rubbing them gently with his thumbs, turning me on more and more. He lifted his ass so I could pull off his jeans. I knelt between his legs and started licking, kissing and sucking his balls. I lifted up one of his legs, and he held it up, exposing his brown, hairy asshole. I shyly stuck out my tongue and licked his anus. He gasped, so encouraged, I pushed my tongue into his asshole, tasting his tangy puckered cat's eye. It smelt strong and sweaty and randy, and I loved the taste. I licked it until it was clean and dry. Then I went back to his cock, licking up and down the shaft. He pushed my head onto the head of his prick, so I got my mouth very wet and just gave his head a tongue bath. I slowly took his head in and out of my mouth. He began pumping his hips, skull-fucking me. "Oh shit Tommy, you sure are a sweet little cocksucker," he breathed. "I never figured you were gay. Damn, don't stop, that feels awesome." I started to take more and more of his cock in my mouth, deeper and deeper until I was about to gag. When I looked back up, he was making out with Joey, who had his pants and shirt off and was stroking his own big cock. It was incredibly sexy watching them kissing while I was sucking one of them off. So this was what gay sex was like! I felt incredibly decadent and depraved sucking a man's penis and asshole. Joey came down next to me and started making out with me and joined me sucking Rudy's cock. I sucked Rudy's balls while Joey fingered his asshole and swallowed his cock. Joey and I both licked Rudy's big cock at once and met at the head, licking each others tongues while we licked cock. Joey kissed my ear and whispered, "Tommy, I want to fuck your ass." While still I was still deep-throating Rudy, Joey pulled off my jeans, exposing my round, white butt. I have a cute butt, perky as a girl's, and perfect for bumping, my cheeks chubby and firm, my sweet puckered butthole pink, tightly closed and hairless. This was the next step to becoming a complete faggot and I was eager to take it. There would be no going back once I was inseminated, I knew. I wanted to go all the way and become a complete queer. Getting fucked was the ultimate step, and I was more than willing. I got on all fours and Joey stuck his nose in my crack and started licking my virgin asshole. I twitched my sphincter around his thrusting tongue. He put some KY on his finger and slowly put one finger up my ass, then inserted another. I was still sucking Rudy's cock with all my might while Joey finger fucked my asshole, adding a third finger, spreading them to stretch my hole. I could feel it relaxing and getting loose and wet. I felt empty and horny, ready to get fucked. Joey mounted me, putting his cock up along my tight crack. He reached around and pinched and pulled my nipples, kissing my neck and ears. I stopped sucking for a second and turned to kiss and suck his tongue. "Fuck me like a little gay whore, Joey, I want your big cock up my faggot ass," I knew he would love my tight little butthole. "Take my cherry, break me in as a queer, please Joey. I wanna fag off with you!" "Ok bitch, but remember, you asked for it. Now take it like a girl, and I wanna hear you whining like my sister does when I fuck her pussy-hole," Joey spat out roughly. I felt the cold KY on the head of his cock at the entrance to my hole as he started slowly entering me. I could feel my hole encasing his dick head, spreading easily in front of his thrusting prick. I pushed back against him, eager to begin my life as a gay slut full of cum. I felt the head pop in, and my ass close a little to clench his shaft. It went in painlessly after that, and I began pushing out as Joey pushed in, reaming out my virgin ass. I started moaning like a girl, my mouth full of cock and my ass being willingly raped. I made little, high whining noises in my throat, trying to feel just like a little girl who was being raped by two older boys. I whimpered and sobbed to encourage him to abuse me more. Joey pushed his cock in to the hilt, and I could feel his cockhair rubbing roughly on my crack. I arched my back to take him completely, and began pumping my gay butt back to meet his thrusts. I now knew I was a queer, and I was loving it. I would take it up the ass regularly all through high school after this, like a good little fag slut. That very week I began wearing a butt-plug at school to loosen my ass so I would be ready for some cock at all times. After this night I would be completely out of the closet, opening available to suck or take up my randy bottom any cock that wanted me, not caring who knew or what humiliating slurs they slung at me. I felt Joey's balls banging mine as he began to really slam me. I stopped moving and put my knees together, making my ass tight as possible, so I could still get a little pain from his thrusts, because this increased my horniness and pleasure. His cock ripped over my sphincter. I could feel the ridge of his head bumping over my rim, popping in and out of me. He began long-cocking me, taking his prick all the way out slowly, then slamming it back in, making me grunt with every thrust, almost knocking Rudy's cock from my mouth. In and out Joey's cock went, scraping my prostate, rubbing my shit-hole raw. Joey was banging me so hard I could barely keep from biting Rudy's sweet swollen cock. My head was tilted up so Rudy's prick could slide straight down my throat. Rudy began face fucking me, trying to match his thrusts with Justin fucking me up my ass. I was loving being taken from both ends, immersed in gay sex. Rudy and Joey made out over my back as they both ravished me, fucking my ass and my mouth with their huge, stiff pricks. "God, what a sweet little slut we have here," said Joey, holding my hips and grinded his coarse cock-hair into my sore and abused asshole while he deeply cornholed my rectum, then making my ass-cheeks jiggle as he banged them, savoring their softness and smoothness against his groin, then pulling out and slamming his cock in again, all the way to the base, pulling back to watch it enter me. He pulled it all the way out before each thrust now, so that my ass-rim closed, then his cock rammed past my sphincter, forcing it open violently, making it sorer and sorer, and the pleasure more intense. My nipples were also raw and sore from him pinching them between his finger nails and twisting them roughly. I was in heaven from this double torture. Rudy added to my torment/ecstasy by almost gagging me by ramming his cock deep down my throat, burying my nose in the strong, manly smell of his bush. Rudy began moaning deep in his throat, then roaring, "I'm cumming you cock-sucking faggot, swallow my hot sperm you queer little whore! Take it all like a good bitch, little girl!" I shifted his cockhead to my cheek so that his cum wouldn't choke me, and it immediately began spurting thick, lumpy loads, shot by shot. I held them in my mouth, savoring the taste, letting the semen slip slowly down my throat, loving the strong, salty taste and feeling the cum stick in my throat. Rudy pulled his soft cock out of my mouth when he finished, and bent to kiss me and share his cum. We passed his last wad, which I kept on my tongue, back and forth. He finally greedily sucked the sperm off my tongue, biting it to scrape off the last bit of jism. Then he licked the overflow from my chin, then just began kissing me deeply and forcefully. I swallowed his tongue like a teenage girl with her first boyfriend, moving my mouth against his, sucking his lips with mine, dueling and sucking tongues. He tasted so sweet and good. He pistoned his tongue in and out of my mouth, fucking my sucking lips with his tongue. At the same moment Rudy was feeding me his seed, Jody got so turned on by watching me swallowing sperm he started speeding up his ass-banging. He pushed my cheeks tightly together, keeping his cock in me as he fucked me like a woman. I arched my back to make my cheeks push out provocatively, turning him on even more. He laid on my back, rolling my nipples harshly between his thumbs and fore-fingers, holding my tits for leverage, as if fucking a big-titty bitch. I loved this rape-like treatment of my boy-pussy and rough play on my tortured nipples. As I was swallowing sperm, Jody whispered in my ear, "I love you Tommy. I've never had such a good screw as your little fairy pussy. I'm gonna fill you up with my cum, my sweet little faggot." I felt his cock begin to jump and slide easily in and out of my ass. All the scraping and roughness of the fuck ended, as his sperm made my ass tunnel slick and slippery. He rolled me slightly on my side, lifting my leg up and straddling the other, pushing his cock in farther than ever before. I felt my bowels open deep within me as he poked directly into my prostate, stabbing it like a red hot poker, bathing it in boiling cum from his balls. As I swallowed Rudy's cum and took Joey's squirting in my ass, I realized I must have a pint of sperm in me at least. I felt fulfilled, finally I was a woman, a complete slut and faggot. I reveled in the submission of surrendering my ass and my mouth to two randy young studs, letting them abuse me and humiliate me. Joey cracked my ass with hard, stinging spanks as he squeezed off the last few squirts into my rectum. Joey pulled out, with Rudy and I still making out. Rudy rolled over me, turning me on my back as he lay on me, rubbing our cocks together. I was mad with passion, still not having cum yet. We made out furiously, as only two gay boys can do. I didn't want it gentle or loving, I wanted to be ravaged by this randy boy, who was once again furious with lust. "I want to fuck you, I want you to take it like a sweet little 14-year-old girl, Tommy," he demanded, kissing me and sucking my lips, my neck, biting my earlobes. He was mad with lust for me, sucking a dark sucker-bite on my neck, biting me cruelly as he did so. "There bitch, now you are marked as my little pussy. Spread your legs, whore!" he bullied me, forcing my legs apart with his knees. I rolled up on my back exposing my wet and well-fucked out asshole to his huge cock. Joey had given me about seven inches. Rudy was at least nine-and-a-half, probably closer to ten, and twice as big around. Luckily I was reamed out good and ready for it. Rudy put the huge mushroom head to my anus, put his tongue to my lips, and pushed both into my body at the same time. I was stunned by the pain this huge intruder in my rectum ripped through my body. It felt as if my asshole was ripped wider, split along the line between my balls and asshole. I screamed into his mouth, but he pinned me down and fucked, not taking it slow, but cruelly jamming it in to the hilt, fast and hard, each slam hitting something deep in my bowels and causing searing, unimaginable pain. He sucked my tongue into his mouth and put his hands on the floor, his upper arms forcing my legs high in the air, exposing my ass even more vulnerably to his brutal thrusts. This caused him to bump directly into my prostate, and his stomach rubbing my cock combined with the assault on my prostate made my cock spontaneously spurt a huge shot between us. The tingling sensitivity of my tortured cock, stroked so long and unable to get release, was almost unbearable. It slid over his belly in my own cum, so sensitive I squirmed in agony. His rough, thick mat of chest hair scraped and chaffed my swollen red nipples. The aftermath of cumming left me no longer game, and the reaming I was getting turned to pure abuse. Rudy was using my ass as a fuck-toy, with no regard to my pain or suffering. He repeatedly slammed his cock deep into my rectum, tearing my sphincter and gouging my bowels. He left my mouth to take one of my nipples between his teeth and bite it savagely, drawing blood. He took it between his front teeth and repeatedly bit down, just setting the edge of his teeth into the cut he had made in my nipple. After ten minutes of humiliating, unpleasurable screwing, the combination of these intense tortures began to stimulate me, and I found I liked it. My cock began to rise again. Rudy, seeing I was game again, rolled me over without taking his cock all the way out. I was again on all fours, but he forced my head to the bed with my butt high in the air. He pushed his cock all the way in me, rubbing my prostate as he rocked back and forth on his knees. He stroked my cock and played with my now exquisitely sore nipples gently, wetting his thumbs and barely touching one, just brushing it, sending electric shocks all the way to deep in my ass, where his cock poked my prostate like an ice pick. It was so sore and abused it felt as if he was sticking something thin and sharp into it, but this only increased my randiness and abandon. I was completely immersed in my role as fag/whore/slut and imagined myself a slutty young girl, getting her fertile, unprotected cunt gang-banged by two teenage molesters. Rudy kept jacking me off, and I came quickly. This was his intent, because now he held my hips and began fucking me like a john on sloppy fucked out whore-cunt. Joey slid under us and began 69ing with me, forcing his cock in my face and sucking my now limp and spent cock into his mouth. With my second shot all pleasure and horniness had left me, and I was left to Rudy as a fuck-dolly, and he was reveling in inflicting pain and rape on my ass. Joey soon tired of trying to get my limp noodle hard, and instead swung around and laid on his stomach, his ass below my face. He spread his ass-cheeks, "Eat my shit-hole, faggot. Lick it clean." I licked and sucked on his strong-smelling, hairy manhole while he opened and closed it, squeezing my probing tongue. I was in the depths of submission and humiliation now, eating the shit out of one man's ass while the other raped my asshole. Rudy fucked me until my ass was raw and bleeding, cumming twice in my ass, resting, then fucking me again. All the while he twisted my bleeding nipples, digging his nails into the cuts in my nipples his sharp teeth had opened. His salty sweat ran down my back, into my asscrack and into my ass, burning my already destroyed ass-rim. He clamped his teeth on my ear and bit down as he pumped for a final climax. I was so degraded I made no complaint as he pulled out and rolled me over, pulling my tongue out of Joey's ass. Rudy laid back and spread his legs. "Now clean my cock, faggot," he commanded, folding his hands behind his head. I was well past being horny, but still felt pleasure at the humiliation they were imposing on me. I licked the cum and blood from his cock, slurping the shit off the tip of his cock where he had pushed so deep into my bowels he had packed my shit. The tangy taste and intense degradation I felt made me horny again, especially with Joey sucking the cum out of my asshole. I farted out the air all that fucking had pumped into me, shitting out cum, blood and ass-juice into Joey's waiting mouth. He noisily slurped it all up, completely cleaning my ass and easing its burning rawness. Needless to say, from then on I was both Rudy and Joey's sex slave. Every time we rode around in Rudy's car, I took turns giving them both blowjobs. We went to the drive-in movies with Rudy's girlfriend, and while she sucked Rudy she watched me suck Joey, then we parked in the woods and leaned on the car while Rudy fucked her and Joey fucked me. We would go to out of town make-out places, and I would suck cock on my knees in front of the car while the boys and girls in the other cars could see my humiliation. Rudy and Joey even took me to the black part of town and let three of their black friends do a train on my ass, while I sucked the cock most recently removed from my ass. I sucked shit from black cocks and out of black assholes while Rudy called me faggot and whore. Nowadays I'm a complete queer-boy. My nipples are pierced and chained together, connected to a cock ring so Rudy can torture them at any time by pulling the chain. He had me get "Faggot Cocksucker" tattooed on my ass while I bent over a bench, sucking his cock while everyone in the tattoo parlor watched. I sucked off each of the tattoo artists as they tattooed and pierced me. I finally hit the pinnacle when I sat down on Rudy and Joey with their crotches together, legs straddlling each other's legs, and took both their cocks up my ass at the same time while they both attempted to bite off my nipples. I don't know if I can ever equal the climax that caused me to black out when the both bit down and came in me at once, ripping my asshole. But I'll do whatever they command to try!

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Newsgroups: alt.sex.spanking From: an336787@anon.penet.fi Date: Fri, 4 Aug 1995 21:08:05 UTC Subject: Brothers in Woodshed (m/m Consen Sex) After months of enjoying ASS, it's time to contribute. This is my first post. It is a story containing discipline and sex between consulting adults. Both participants are men. If stories like this offend you, please read no further. If you are under age you do not belong in this newsgroup. "To the Woodshed for a sound bare bottom spanking! Older brother seeks unruly younger brother for overdue discipline." The advertisement in the *net* personals caused me to become aroused instantly. I responded the ad, and began a dialogue with Paul that lasted several days. We had a lot in common ranging from similar fantasies and desires to explore those fantasies; to age, height and weight. He supplied directions to his place, and I agreed to be there early on the following Saturday. We were going to engage in some stimulating role playing. The drive took me into deep country, but I had no trouble finding his house. It was secluded on several wooded acres, miles from the nearest main road. A long rambling driveway led to the house. I parked next to Paul's new BMW. Paul greeted me at the door. If nothing else, I expected to be disappointed by his appearance. My expectations were that he had overstated his physical characteristics. I was pleasantly surprised to see that he hadn't, he was every bit a hunk and had described himself modestly. We talked briefly, both obviously uncomfortable with the purpose of my visit. We established some rapport before Paul suggested that we start. We went out his back door and into the backyard. "The woodshed, by the way, is the barn." He said as we headed towards the large building in the back. "It will serve the same purpose." We went through a side door and into a vast straw covered interior. Paul had set up a corner of the barn as "the woodshed." "You know, you've been a very bad boy Mike. You've been talking back to Ma, you've been using foul language, you've ignored your curfews. . . it's going to have to stop." "I know but. . ." "I don't want to hear it." He cut me off with a sincere glare. Ma's told me to give you the punishment you deserve." "Maybe another chance?" "Listen to you. That's the problem. We've given you too many chances. You've run out of those. The only thing that will get your attention is discipline. Get undressed." "I don't think you have any right. . ." "You're only making it worse for yourself." Neither of us said anything for several seconds. Why don't you try taking your punishment like a man.  "All right. What do you want me to take off?" He smiled. "Everything. I want your ass buck naked. In fact, we're both going to get naked." Despite the dialog we were both nervous as we shed our clothes. We tossed each piece into a pile off the side as we took them off. The straw felt harsh against our bare feet. We quickly stripped without pausing. Once naked it seemed chilly in the barn, but I knew that some of our shivering may have been more from nerves. Paul was as good looking naked as he was with his clothes on. He looked like he was in great shape. He had broad shoulders, a large firm chest, and a remarkable taper to a narrow waist and flat stomach. He had a small compact and nearly hairless ass. His erect penis bore a remarkable resemblance to my own. There was a long silent pause as we checked each other out. Neither of us mentioned the other's arousal. "I think we should get started." "It's okay, I promise to do better. We don't have to go through this. You can tell Ma that you took care of me, and that will be the end of it." "No. It's not that simple. I really don't think you understand how far you went, and hopefully this will finally get your attention." Paul had me stand by a railing. He spread my legs wide then had me lean into the railing with my arms stretched out wide. This position perfectly aligned my ass for his paddle. Nothing happened for several long moments. I glanced behind me to see was Paul was doing. He was stroking his cock as he stared at me. "What's wrong?" I asked, turning around. "Nothing. . . I'm just enjoying the moment. I mean look at the two of us. A ridiculous sight to others, perhaps. But to us. . . triggers to our fantasy world." "I know. I'm a little preoccupied with how I'm going to react to being disciplined. Will pain become pleasure, or just more pain?" "Let's get back into our roles of brothers and find out. Turn back around and get ready." The first few strokes were mild, soft pats. "Is that the hardest you can hit?" I taunted. The next few were harder, but not very painful. "Even harder. " I encouraged. Paul's strokes became hard firm blows that were driven home and held into my ass. My silence was confirmation that the blows were effective. The pain fueled my sexual energy. I felt a direct response of sexual stimulation with each blow. I began to ache for an orgasm. I reached for my cock and began stroking. . . . "Hey, what do you think you're doing?" Paul asked. "Jerking off." "Oh, no. You have to earn your orgasms little brother, and you still have a ways to go." Paul had me turn around. He bound my hands with a thin white cord then, as I lifted my arms over my head, strung the cord through a large eye bolt in an overhead beam. He tightened the slack, forcing me up and onto my toes. Paul stepped away and surveyed his work as he stroked his cock. He was dribbling pre-cum and his cock glistened with it as he spread it over his shaft. "This is really quite the sight." he said. "The same is true from here." I said. He stepped back over to me and touched my cock for the first time. I stiffened and took a deep breath. He stroked me very lightly then swabbed my pre- cum over my glans concentrating on the sensitive ridge of my glans. He used his other hand to grab my balls, separating and lightly kneading them with his fingers. "If I really wanted to do something cruel to punish you I'd shave you from your navel right down and around to the top of the crack of your ass. I wonder what the other boys would say to you in the showers after gym and after football practice?" "No don't. Please." He was silent for a moment. "Not this time." He went to a table off to the side and came back with a short black riding crop. "No, by the time I get through with this you'll have had plenty. Let's resume." Paul began slapping my cock with the flat oval shaped tip of the crop. The blows stung and caused my cock to bounce madly in response to each stroke. He them used the crop to lift my penis up flush against my belly, then held it there with the palm of his free hand. Without warning, he then began to lightly spank my balls. "Aaagh. Shit that hurts. Knock it off." I jumped around and tried to move my legs for protection. He stopped after the fifth stroke. "All right, little brother. Now you know that whatever else I do to you is not the worse I can do." Paul then took hold of my cock and stroked me, long hard strokes intended to bring me closer to my orgasm. "The only effect that had was it made you a little harder and a little longer!" He played with my cock, stroking me to the brink of orgasm, then suddenly stopped. That's when the assault began. Paul began lashing me with the crop over every part of my body as he walked around me. Shoulders, chest, stomach, back. . . an intense barrage over my ass. He seemed to be coming from all sides at once. I crossed the threshold of an enormous orgasm. I blasted arcs of cum several feet away. Paul ignored my orgasm and continued to beat me mercilessly. I was only vaguely aware of Paul cutting me down and laying me face down on a mound of straw and immediately mounting me from behind. Compared to everything else, his heavily lubricated entry and intense thrusting were nothing. He came quickly and collapsed beside me on the straw. I fell asleep for a little while and woke to a chilly damp afternoon. I ached all over. I suddenly realized I was alone. I noticed Paul's clothes were gone. I quickly dressed and left the barn. Paul's car was gone. He had slipped a business card under one of my wiper blades. There was a short hand written note. Let's do this again. I'll be in touch. Paul.

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From: jerryg@pacbell.net (Jerry Gaither) Subject: JOHN THOMAS'S VISIT by MANFUN Date: Tue, 10 Dec 1996 07:18:11 GMT JOHN THOMAS'S VISIT by MANFUN JT knocked on the front door 18 minutes late. Just because he had traveled 150 plus miles was no excuse. I informed him of his transgression as I opened the front door, my next statement as he walked in was "Strip"...JT didn't hesitate he started to peel right then and there, right inside the front door. I told him to turn around and I cuffed him, leading him into my bedroom....I shoved him on the bed and proceeded to spank his ass for being late, he got 18 good ones, one for each minute he had been late. With the prelims over, I said HI, boy. I had first talked to JT on the boards and we had made arrangement for him to come down the weekend of the 10th, but this morning he had called and said that he would be down this afternoon. When I had read his bio the first time I had seen him on the boards, I wanted this boytoy real bad, and knew if his bio was half true he would be a real fun boytoy, the only problem was he lived 150 miles north of LA. JT stood 6'3", 175#, RED HAIR, and blue eyes, and like most red heads he had very little body hair and fair skin. I asked him if he wanted a beer, which he replied , yes. I got us some beer, there was only one problem, he couldn't use his hands since they were still cuffed behind his back. I fed him his beer which he drank down. Since I planned on making use of his ass, the first order of business was to make sure he was ready. I injected 10 ml of glycerin up his hole. We started to talk then, since except for a few messages on the boards and some phone calls we had never meet. After about 10 minutes the glycerin stated to really have its effects on his ass. JT stated squirming but said nothing about it, after 20 minutes the sweat stated to break out on his forehead. We talked for another 10 minutes, I found out that he had never been to any of the bars in the area. It was early so I decided that we should check out a few of them, plus it would fit into my plans for JT. It had been nearly 30 minutes since I had put the glycerin up his ass, by this time he was hurting so I uncuffed him and told him he could take care of it. About five minutes later JT came back into the bedroom with a smile on his face and a look of relief in his blue eyes. I told him to get dressed and that we were going out for awhile. We headed out to Griff's and had a pitcher of beer on the patio, which was empty except for us. We talked about his job and the BBS which he had in the boondocks. A few of my friend were in the bar so I introduced JT to them, and we chatted with them for a few minutes. Our next stop was the Bunkhouse, were more beer brew was added to his belly. That is when I asked him a few questions about his bio. Much to my surprise, JT had filled it out with his fantasy's, not what he was into or liked to do. The boy was new to kink, to say the least, this would be his first experience with anything other than the basics. We were ready to leave when he wanted to know if he could get rid of some of the brew we had been drinking, my answer was a flat NO!!! JT didn't flinch on bit but answered, "Yes, Sir, what ever you say, SIR!!!" This boy was learning fast. Our next stop was the Gaulette, and another pitcher. By this time JT was hurting again, for someone new to the scene he sure took it well. I had planned on making him hold it or go in his jeans, but he had been doing so well, I took pity on him and let him go to the bathroom. We had been talking the whole time and the more I got to know him the more I really liked this "little boytoy". We left and got back into his 4 wheeler, just then his beeper when off. 150 miles away and they still found him. We went back to the house and he called in, I knew that the afternoon was over. Much to my surprise it was something that he could take care of the next day. I had the boytoy strip, and beat his ass for bringing a beeper, with a man like JT I didn't want him to get away. I put a collar on this boytoy and filled JT up with 3 qts. of nice hot water. His ass was made for playing. JT laid there like a good boy and took it all. Another new first for him. After about 10 minutes he had to get rid of it. I let him go and went with him. While he sat there I shoved my cock in his mouth telling him to suck if he knew what was good for him.. JT knew how to suck!!!! I had to pull out or cream right there and then. His attention to my cock brought to my attention the need to take a piss, well JT was new to this and I really couldn't go to far.... I had him get in the tub and stated to piss on him....this man was not to be believed...he clamped his lips around my cock and drank every drop....I was getting hornier by the minute...we went back into the bedroom and I wanted my cock in his boy butt. JT just went wild when I shoved my cock up his ass, the harder I pounded the more he wanted. Just then the phone rang, it was Bart who had seen JT & me on the boards earlier, and wanted to known what was going on. I talked to Bart for a moment then gave the phone to JT while I stated to play with his ass. I stuck one finger up, then two the more I played the better he like it. Before long I had 3/4 of my hand up his boy butt. Who knows what he was talking about with Bart, his body was sure talking to me. The more I pushed in the more he responded. His cock was standing at attention. Just the right size to suck on. With his cock in my mouth and my hand in his ass, this boy was in heaven. I was time to take him over the top. I shoc=ved my hand harder up his butt and played with it. I had to stop myself or I would have shot two or three times while I was fisting him..... To say the least fun was had by all...I can hardly wait until he comes on the tenth and doesn't have to go home for work the next morning....well I don't have to wait until the tenth he just called and will be down this Friday.......maybe he likes being a boytoy!!!!

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Date: Wed, 31 Jan 2001 16:49:48 -0600 From: kyle_14@gay.com Subject: Rookie bar slut I had been to gay bars before but I had never been to real leather bar. I was in town visiting relatives for a few days. I told them I was leaving early to do some sightseeing. I had found out about this leather bar a guy I knew back home. I was determined to find some non- vanilla sex. At the time I was 23, 5'10, 160, light brown hair, blue eyes. I parked my car a few miles from the bar and took public transit. I got off the bus close to where the address for the bar was. I was wearing worn jeans, a t-shirt, and brown leather boat shoes. I went without underwear, but I did have a metal cock ring on. I walked right past the bar at first. It was dark and there was no sign identifying the bar. As I strolled past it again I heard music coming behind a large wooden door. The address was above the door and not very well lit. I walked up to the door and nervously opened it. When I got inside my eyes were not adjusted to the lack of lights. A very muscular, bearded bouncer greeted me at the second door. He stared at me for what seemed like ever. He then told me that the cover was five dollars. I reached into my pocket and handed to him. He smirked at me and opened the door. I stood there for a while gazing in. The inside was lit a little better then the entry way was. I saw some neon signs illuminating the bar. The bouncer then leaned over in my face and said "in or out boy!" I moved in. A few guys near the door saw the scene and smirked at me as well. Most leather bars have a strange layout. This one was really strange. There were two bars. One to the left another to right. In the middle was a stairway going upstairs. Two leather slings hung on each side of the stairway. One sling was empty, the other had a guy about my age, naked, with his legs spread open sitting in the sling. There was series of unorganized tables and chairs scattered on the floor in front of the bars. It was early but there was several guys who were clearly tops and several guys who were clearly bottoms hanging around. One pair struck me immediately. The "top" was standing at a table talking to another top drinking a beer. He was late thirties with a little grey on his temples. On the floor next to him was a "bottom." He was in his early twenties. He sat crossed legged on the floor wearing only a pair of g-string underpants. As I looked closer I noticed he had no body hair. I walked up to the bar and ordered a beer. I then made my way up the stairs to view that area. There were several walled off areas furnished with couches, leather slings, chairs, and other items. I only quickly viewed the area and moved back downstairs. I felt men staring at me as I made my way through the bar again. I finished the beer and felt the need to pee. I made my way to the bathroom. It was big. It had a few urinals, two toilets, a leather sling, and a bathtub. There were no walls between any of the items. I pissed and left quickly. I ordered a second beer and sat down at the bar. I nursed the beer and within a hour the place began to fill up. I watched as guys cruised each other. Suddenly a guy leaned over behind me and said "top or bottom?" He startled me. I stammered that I was a bottom. He was 6'0, 180, brown hair, brown eyes. He wore jeans, boots, and a leather jacket. He asked "why are you taking a mans seat boy?" I then noticed that all the seats at the bar were taken. I got up and offered it to the man I just met. He smirked at me, patted me on the head, and said "good boy." He then sat down. He then started to ask me questions. "Ever come here before boy?" "No" "No what?" he then grabbed my dick through my pants. "No sir!" I said. "What are you looking for boy?" "A real man sir." "You found one boy." he smiled and released my cock. We chatted for a while and he seemed to know what pushed my buttons. He explained he came to town a few times and year and always stopped here. He said he really liked the atmosphere. I agreed. He then looked around the room then back at me. He said "Do you want to be my boy for the night?" I smiled, blushed and said "yes." He then said "well boy you are embarrassing me." "How?" "Other boys have stripped down to there underwear. Why haven't you?" "I-I don't have any underwear on." "So?" I realized then he didn't care if I was naked. "I-I have nowhere to put my clothes." I was stalling. "The bartender will take them. You won't need them. Now get them off!" I don't know why but I did as he demanded. I needed to follow his orders. I kicked off my shoes. The floor was cold. I pulled off my t- shirt. I reached for my pants zipper but stopped. I noticed a few guys were watching me. My new master said "Well?" "Please sir don't make me be naked in the bar like this." He then slapped me. What had I gotten myself into? I breathed deep and pulled down my pants. Surprisingly my dick popped up half hard. I heard men in crowd making comments and laughing. My master grabbed my cock and found the cock ring. He pulled me close to him a whispered in my ear "how do you feel now boy?" I was having second thoughts and figured if I put my clothes back on I could just leave. I looked down but my clothes were gone. My master asked "looking for something?" I knew I was to far in to back out now. He then pulled me away from the bar and announced to the crowd "Men I have a new pussy boy tonight!" I tried to cover my dick but he slapped my hands away. He then told me to stay put and he walked over to the bartender. As he spoke to him the bartender looked over at me and nodded. He then handed my master something. My master then came over to me and told me he had run up a tab his last trip into town and that I was going to help pay it. He then handed me a pen and paper and told me to take drink orders from the crowd. I had no choice. I walked from table to table and took orders. The bartender not only took the payments from the drinks but my tips as well. He told me that until my masters bill was paid I would never see my clothes. I realized I would have to do more to get better tips. One of the men grabbed me after I brought him his drink. I looked at my master and he just smiled. The man pushed me to the floor and pulled his fat dick out. He pushed it in my face and I began to suck it. It pulsed in my mouth as began to suck. My master leaned down and said to me "don't embarrass me." I sucked harder. I looked around and noticed other guys had pulled their dicks out. Here I was kneeling naked on the floor of a leather bar sucking cocks to pay off my new masters bar tab. The first man arched his back, grabbed my head and squirted his cum in my mouth. I then proceeded to suck off ten more guys. I was a slut for my master. When I finished sucking off the last guy my master grabbed me and dragged me to the bathroom. He sat me in the sling between the two urinals. He then pulled his dick out. It was the first time I saw it. It was beautiful. He then pointed it at me and began pissing. It hit my cock first. Then he moved upward towards my mouth. I knew I had to open. The piss hit the back of my mouth. I swallowed. For the next half hour I was a human urinal. My master then yelled into the bathroom for me to come out. I came out and my master told me to get up on a table in the middle of the bar. It was a big long table. I did. He pulled his pants off. He told me to get on all fours on the table. I did. I saw his cock was hard and huge. It was 8-1/2 inches long. I knew what he was going to do. I begged him not to. He slapped my ass and told me to shut up. He put the tip of his big cock against my ass. He then told me I had to beg to get fucked. I did. He pushed his dick into my ass and began fucking me. I had given eleven blow jobs, was wet with piss, and was now being fucked on a table in the middle of this bar. As he was fucking me I grew harder and harder. As I felt him cuming up my ass I let loose with a mind-bending orgasm. I squirted all over the table. My master made me lick it up. I then was taken upstairs by my master and the bartender. I was fucked several times. Gave more blow jobs and served as a urinal again. It was the greatest sexual experience of my life so far. Early the following morning the bartender gave me my clothes. He told me my masters bill had almost been paid off but I could earn the rest the next time. I can't wait.

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Date: Sun, 2 Sep 2001 07:58:32 EDT From: GreyWolfLooking@aol.com Subject: Master Ryan My sister Ann got divorced and didn't have anywhere to go. I was single and had a big house, so I offered to take her and her son in. Ryan was 15 at the time and was a good kid. He was a straight A student and was good at sports. He was on the swim team at his school, so he was lean with a well developed set of shoulders. He was confident with his body and with himself. He had a bit of a stagger, like all kids his age, who were confident of themselves had. He was built like his dad and because of the bulge in his pants, I could tell that he also carried a rather large tool, just like his dad. I had a brief encounter with his father before he married my sister. We got drunk one time and I sucked his dick. He came in my mouth and liked it, but told me the next day that he was totally straight and only succumbed to letting me suck him because he was drunk. Not being pushy, I told him that I understood and we remained friends. His being straight caused problems in the marriage because he proved to more females than just my sister exactly how straight he was. Eventually Ann had enough and asked for a divorce. Anyway, the first day my sister moved in, I could tell that there would be problems. I was terribly attracted to Ryan. He was so much like his dad. I was openly gay by this time and told Ann from the beginning that I liked to sunbathe naked around the pool. I told her that I hoped it wouldn't cause a problem, but knew that having Ryan around the house that it might. After Ann and Ryan had settled into the house, I took them both out to dinner. I was making a pretty good living, so the house I lived in was rather large and well decorated. One of my former lovers was a decorator, so the house was really quite a showplace without being a blazing statement of my homosexuality. Like I said, Ryan was very self confident, so it took me by surprise when he came to me one day and told me that he had some deep troubling questions for me. As we talked, he slowly confessed that he had sexual feelings towards some of the other guys at his school. Because he was my nephew, I tried to remain objective, but I was elated that he and I had such a common bond. As we talked, Ryan confessed that he was very curious about how it would feel to suck another guy's dick. Ryan knew that I was gay and maybe that is what gave him the confidence to confess his secret to me. I was hesitant to make any moves, but since he had asked I confronted him with the blunt question of whether he would like to experiment with me. He seemed to come alive at my suggestion, gushing openly as he said, "Oh Uncle Bill, that would be great!" Ann was gone to work, so I suggested to Ryan that we go into my bedroom. When we got there, he stood quietly in the middle of the room. I undressed completely and Ryan could see that I had a hard-on. I stood there in front of him as he looked at my dick. I could see from the bulge in his pants that he also had a hard-on. I suggested that he take off his clothes too, so without saying a word, he quietly removed all his clothes. Like I said, he was built like his dad, so when he stood up, I saw that his dick was just as big, if not bigger than his father's. Ryan's dick was about eight inches long and straight as an arrow. It was smooth and pink without the heavy veins that some men have. In a word, it was "perfect". Ryan looked at me shyly, so I said, "Why don't you sit on the bed and I will suck you first." Ryan walked over to the bed and sat down. I walked over and as I kneeled down I pulled his knees open. I was trying to remain calm, but I wanted to suck him so badly, it was a wonder that I wasn't drooling. I rubbed my hands up and down Ryan's knees as I asked him if he was sure he wanted to go through with this. He nodded his head, so I moved my hands up his legs and slowly wrapped my fingers around his dick. He shivered a little as I began to jack him off slowly. His dick felt so warm and soft in my hand. I looked up into his eyes and said, "I hope you enjoy this." Then I leaned down and began to tenderly lick at the head of his dick. Ryan moaned softly, then leaned back on the bed, holding himself up with his arms stretched out behind him. He tasted just as wonderful as I expected him too. I licked around the crown of his dick for a few moments, then opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around the thick head. As I licked around the head, I slowly moved my mouth deeper onto his dick. Ryan was moaning and humping his hips up slightly as I continued to swallow more and more of his dick. I felt the head of his dick touch the back of my throat, so I moved my head a little and pushed down farther as his dick slide down into my throat. I continued slipping my mouth farther and farther down on his dick until my nose was lightly pressing against the soft down of his pubic hair. I stayed down on his dick until my eyes started to water and I ran out of breath, then I pulled up and took a deep breath through my nose. Ryan moaned and said, "God!! This feels great. So much better than jacking off." I smiled at his enthusiasm, then slowly worked my mouth all the way back down onto his dick. I got his dick as wet as I could, then started a constant deep-throating movement up and down on his pulsing cock. Ryan continued to moan and buck his hips up against my face as I sucked him deeply into my mouth. After a few strokes, Ryan moaned loudly and said, "Oh! I can't take it anymore." I felt Ryan's dick pulse in my mouth, then he came. His sperm gushed into my mouth in large globs. I sucked and swallowed as quickly as I could, enjoying the sinful evilness of sucking off my own nephew. After Ryan calmed down from coming, he looked down at me and said, "Thanks, that was great." Then he stood up and walked out of the room. I was a little disappointed, but figured that his horniness had been satisfied and he would wait until some other time to suck me. Later that day, I was laying by the pool when Ryan walked up to me. He stood there and said calmly, "I want another blow-job." His mother wasn't expected home for another few hours, so I sat up and said, "Okay, let's go into my bedroom and I will suck you again." I was getting up from the lounger, when Ryan put his hand on my shoulder and said, "No, do it here." I had a big privacy fence around the back yard, so I wasn't really too concerned about anyone seeing. I looked up at Ryan and said, "Okay, I'll suck you here, if that's what you want." Ryan pulled down his shorts as he stepped up to me and said, "Do it slower this time. I like having your mouth on my cock." I leaned forward and sucked Ryan's dick into my mouth. It tasted just as good as it did the first time. As I sucked up and down on Ryan's dick, he grabbed the sides of my head and began fucking my mouth. I always liked when the guys I sucked took charge like that, so I dropped my hands and let him fuck my face. Ryan fucked my mouth for a few minutes, then tightened his legs and I felt his dick pulse as he filled my mouth with his sperm. I sucked and swallowed quickly until he had finished coming, then he abruptly pulled his dick out of my mouth, turned around and walked away. Just as he got to the sliding glass doors leading into the house, he turned around and said, "I will probably be wanting another blow-job later on." He said it so matter-of-factly that I just nodded my head and said, "Yes, Sir." Then he closed the door and was gone. Later that day, We had just eaten supper and my sister was cleaning up. I had just sat down in front of the television, when Ryan walked by, looked at me and said, "It's time." I got up and followed him into his bedroom. When I got there, I closed the door. Ryan was standing next to his bed and said, "Well, I SAID it TIME." Without saying a word, I walked over to him, dropped to my knees and unzipped his pants. I fished his dick out of his pants and immediately began sucking him. I was already in love with sucking Ryan's dick and knew that I would do whatever he said, just so I could suck him. As I was sucking him, Ryan said, "I told a few friends about how good your cocksucking mouth feels on my dick and they asked if you would be willing to suck them. I told them you would." I thought it was a little presumptious of him, but realized that I would be willing to do whatever he said. As I continued to suck Ryan's dick, he moaned a little and said, "Yes, I think they will all like what you have to offer." I sucked Ryan for a little bit longer, then felt him tense as he came in my mouth. I slurped it up hungrily as he pulled his dick out of my mouth, zipped up his pants and said, "We're done. You can leave." I got up off my knees, bowed a little and said, "Yes, Master Ryan." I turned and walked out the door without another word.

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Date: Mon, 8 Oct 2001 12:37:07 -0400 (EDT) From: Kai Subject: Auctioned, chapter 6 Wow, who'd think I'd ever get this far with the story... it was only supposed to be a two-parter!! Hope you enjoy!! --Kai- wai808@yahoo.ca AUCTIONED VI Alik stands up and stretches long and hard. It's been almost five hours since dinnertime, since the last time he's seen Nick. The other man appeared to be rather reserved and spoke very little during the meal. So he decided that it would be best to leave him alone for as long as possible so that Nick could do as he pleased around the house, away from his presence. It was more difficult than he had anticipated, leaving Nick alone. Many times Alik was tempted to make up some excuse to see what the Canadian was up to. He turned the power off of his laptop and slowly, quietly made his way upstairs to their bedroom. It was rather late and the entire household was quiet. There was a soft glow of light from under the door so he figured that Nick was still up reading. To his utter surprise, when he opened it, instead of finding his companion lying in bed with the lamp on, he found the bed to be perfectly made. Surrounding the room in various places were lit candles of various shapes and sizes. But the Canadian beauty was nowhere to be seen. "Alik?" the voice whispered. Alik turned to the source over by the bathroom and could not believe his eyes. Nick leaned by the door, wearing a simple wrap, held up by a silver clasp. It was very similar to the outfit that he wore when they had first met at the auction. The candlelight casts a gentle warm glow all over his body, making his skin appear a golden bronze; the silver chain around his neck reflected back the warm flames. He wore a smile on his face and his eyes showed determination. "Nikkos?" Alik didn't trust his voice. He continued to stare, unable to believe what he was seeing before him. "Nikkos, what..." "Shhh." Nick approaches him and puts a finger to his lips. "Do not say a word," Nick murmurs. The blond proceeds to slowly strip Alik of his clothes. Alik watches, hypnotised. >>> Nick had absolutely no idea what he was doing. His fingers calmly undid the buttons of Alik's shirt, but inside his head thoughts were processing at a phenomenal rate. He pulled the shirt apart, brushing his hands across the smooth skin and the hard muscles that lay beneath it. Nick slowly caresses over the sculpted deltoids and along the developed triceps as he follows the shirtsleeves down. As the material falls to the ground, his hand reaches for the gold belt buckle. Nick hesitates and looks up into Alik's eyes. Seeing that Nick was unsure of himself, Alik smiles gently down at him and moves to undo his belt for him. Encouraged, Nick pushes his hands away and finishes the process. The zipper was drawn down painstakingly slow, in Alik's opinion. When Nick's hands reached in and took a firm hold of his painfully hard cock, Alik gasps and reaches out to hold Nick up against him. Nick found his lips up along Alik's throat, and to the earlobes. He nibbled on them contentedly and continued his slow grind on Alik's penis. The pants had dropped by now and Alik stepped out of them. Pulling back, he led the great man towards the bed and pushed him back onto it. "Tonight I intend to make you fall asleep with a smile on your face," Nick told Alik as he kisses down the rise of his pectorals. "That should not be too hard to achieve at this rate, agapi mou." Alik gritted his teeth together, he wanted to flip the other man over and have his wicked ways with him, but he knew that Nick had other plans in mind. Nick straddles him and leans down for a hard kiss. Alik graciously obliges. Just as the give-and-take between them begins to escalate out of control, Nick abruptantly breaks off. He threads his hands through Alik's black hair, and pull the other's neck back. Alik was taken by surprise, then amusement took place as he allows himself be handled by the smaller man. His emerald coloured eyes gleamed down at him in delight. A playful smile played on Nick's lips. "Do you trust me?" he asks. Alik eyes him warily. Nick tilts his head to the side, his smile wavering ever so slightly. "Of course I trust you, Nikkos." Joy exploded in the Canadian's gaze, which pleased Alik to no end. "Will you surrender to me?" came the next question. Alik chuckled. "What do you think I am doing now, my angel?" Nick grinned at him. "Right now I believe you are humouring me." He leans in for another kiss. Their lips barely touch and Alik found him wanting more. "Surrender to me?" came a whisper. "Agapi mou, yes... yes I will surrender to you." Alik reaches forward for another kiss and Nick complies. The grip on head was released as the hands left to touch and stroke the rest of his body. The flimsy wrap that Nick had been wearing has been discarded and Nick ground his own hard arousal up against Alik's. Alik growls appreciatively as he responds with his own movements to further enhance the sensations. "Oh, Nikkos... you feel so incredibly good against me. We fit so perfectly together, can you see that the Heavens have made us to be meant for each other?" Nick soared at these endearing murmurs. He continued to ravish Alik's mouth as he brought the man's arms up over his head. Distracted, Alik allowed himself to be moved, however hard it was for him to keep his hands off of Nick. Then he heard a clink, metal against metal. Next, he felt something cold on his wrists, something definitely made of metal. He turns his head and was annoyed to find handcuffs on him. "Nick, are you getting kinky on me?" Alik demanded. "I do not play well with unwanted toys." He pulled at his arms, the cuffs clanking away at the bedposts. Nick was not intimidated as his eyes gleamed brighter. He reaches between them where their most intimate organs met. Alik had softened somewhat and Nick stroked it back to its original hardness. Once satisfied with its current state, he takes the two pulsing shafts in his hand and he begins to pump both of them at once. The sensations were maddening and Alik found himself moaning despite his annoyance. "I'm so glad to find out that you don't like to play kinky. That kind of stuff turns me off," Nick admitted. "However, chaining you to the bed is what I would hardly call being kinky." He stops pumping for a bit, to which Alik growls in frustration. He made to pull Nick closer, but the cuffs clinked their disapproval. Nick grinned, he decided that he liked seeing Alik in this newfound position of neediness. "As you have just discovered, the cuffs are there to make sure that you don't move and I can do to you as I please." "Nikkos," Alik grated, "Sweet angel, I would tread very carefully if I were you." Nick clicks his tongue against his cheek. "Are you going to be making threats throughout tonight?" "Yes! Now undo these ridiculous contraptions." "Now where did I throw that tie of yours?" "My tie?" Alik deepens his frown. Nick spots it lying on the ground, next to Alik's shirt. He jumps off of the hard body beneath him and goes to retrieve it. Tie in hand, he goes back to straddle Alik and then studies the tie as Alik fumes and continues to demand his release. "Dry-clean only," Nick looked disappointed. Alik stops and glares at him, suspicious. "So?" "You're not particularly fond of this tie are you?" Nick asks. "It's just a tie," Alik cautiously answers. "That's good. I'm afraid that it might get ruined. Now say 'aaahh'". "I think not." The Greek sets his mouth into a firm, grim line. "Then you promise to stay quiet?" "Hell no." Nick frowns. "It appears that we've reached a stalemate." "So it seems." The blond brightens up. "I have an idea." Alik raises an eyebrow at him. "Let's hear it." "I'd rather just do it." Nick grins down at him happily. "Theos, help me." Nick reaches down with his free hand and coats a finger in the existing precum off of his cockhead and Alik's. Alik watches, wary but curious. His dick twitches at the light touch. As Alik is occupied watching this, Nick surreptitiously balls up the silk tie in his other hand. Once his finger is fully lubricated, he reaches behind him and swiftly inserts it up Alik's anal canal. The Greek stiffens his body and gasps at the sudden invasion. Perfect opportunity. Nick quickly stuffs the bundled up silk into Alik's opened mouth. He knew that it wouldn't be too long before his irate lover works the material out of his mouth. Already he can imagine the words that the angry muffles will translate into. He jumps up and runs into the closet. Finding another tie, he runs back to the bed and ties it as securely as he could over the bundle and around Alik's struggling head. The look he received from Alik was frightening. Nick worried that maybe he went too far. "You told me that you would surrender to me," he softly said. The struggles ceased and Alik softens his look. It hurt to see that he disappointed Nick. He laid still and quiet, his arms relaxed above him. Nick took this as a sign of permission to continue. >>> Alik closes his eyes and bites into the tie in frustration. Did Nick have be so torturous? He opens them up again and stares hard at the top of Nick's blond head. The path of kisses he was making can only be making its way towards one obvious target. But Gods and spirits, did his love have to go so maddeningly slow? His arms lay helplessly above him, Alik had by now learned that he could not touch Nick no matter how hard he tried, the cold steel was relentless. Nick now laid on his stomach, between Alik's thighs with each leg draped over a shoulder. Alik was unfamiliar with this feeling of vulnerability. He felt exposed and weak, but his body never thought to put up another struggle. Alik blinked. His body had by now learned to trust Nick, knowing that the other man would never harm it in any way. Nick buries his nose down into Alik's pubic hair and licks at the base of his dick. Then he proceeds to nibble at the velvety skin of the hard shaft, and suck on the swollen balls. Alik closes his eyes and moans into the balled up silk in appreciation. The moist tongue moves up his shaft and twirls around the head of his penis. It plays for a bit there before a warm mouth finally engulfs him whole. Alik jerks and thrusts his hips forward, meeting the orifice, but Nick backs off. Further frustrated, he glares up at Nick and made his feelings clear with angry muffles. Ignoring him, Nick lowers himself even more and continues to suck and swallow Alik's balls again. This seems to have a soothing effect on the great man as the noises stopped and the tense body relaxed. Eyes closed, Alik wantonly spreads his legs further apart, giving Nick easier access. Alik suddenly snaps his eyes open and his body stiffen. Nick's tongue had bypassed his testicles and now delicately touched the rim around his anal hole. "Mmprff!!" He begins to struggle again. "Shhh..." It was all that was needed to calm his body down again, to Alik's amazement. A tremor runs up his spine as the delicate touches becomes more and more sure, more assertive. The warm tip of Nick's tongue passes over his opening, questionably. Alik reflexively tightens up. But Nick persists and with soothing caresses along Alik's inner thighs and repetitive tonguing, Alik finally felt his body open up to Nick. The tongue enters his hole and Alik sighs. This was a totally new sensation to him; although he enjoys performing this on many of his partners, he has never personally experienced it. Nick develops a rhythm to his tongue fuck and matches it by stroking Alik's dick. Alik moans heavily into the gag and grinds his hips to the same cadence. Then Nick changes position as his mouth goes onto Alik's cock, licking off the precum that was leaking out of the slit and a finger is gently inserted into Alik's anus. Alik readily accepts the invading finger and he thought that he was going to blow when Nick found his prostate. Breathing heavily, he waits as Nick inserts a second finger in. Nick looks up at him. "You're so tight. Is this your first time Alik?" he asks. Alik nods slowly. Nick chokes up as his love for this powerful man grows and strengthens. "Alik, I promise that I will make this as painless as I can for you." Alik nods again. For the first time in his life, he forces himself to reveal his emotions into his eyes and looks hard at Nick in his effort to express himself. He hoped that Nick saw what he was trying to show. I trust you... "Alik," he whispers lovingly. His eyes lower and he gazes down at Alik in adoration. Nick then reaches over to the beside table and takes out a small tube. He squeezed its contents out and applies a small amount to his penis. Then he took some to apply onto Alik's asshole. Nick took his time as he finger massaged the inner canal, taking pleasure in the way Alik urgently squirmed. Nick threw the tube back onto the table and positions himself onto of Alik. His places his cockhead just over his aim and although they were not touching yet, they could feel the other's heat radiating off onto each other. "Ready?" he asks. Alik nods, the look of trust still in those amber eyes. Nick pushes the tip in and pauses, looking down at Alik to make sure that he was alright. Sensing that he can proceed, Nick continues to push in the rest of his dick. He keeps his pace slow, remembering back to that fateful day when Alik first made love to him. Alik had taken every opportunity to make sure that he did not hurt Nick anymore than necessary. Nick was determined to return the thoughtfulness. >>> Alik gasped into his mouthpiece as Nick entered him. It was not as painful as he had anticipated, but it was enough to bring sweat to his face. He looked up and saw the determination in Nick's face as he tried to be gentle. Alik wanted Nick so bad, he wraps his powerful legs around the man and pulls him in, forcing Nick to penetrate him at a much faster rate. Both men cries out. "Oh my God, Alik! That feels so fucking good, but are you okay?" Nick looks him over in concern. "Please tell me you're not hurt." Alik bit into the tie as he waited for the pain to subside. That was a dumb thing to do, he thought to himself. But at least that brought him closer to his angel. He nods and motions for Nick to continue. Ever so carefully, Nick pulls out, checking for Alik's facial expression. There was the odd look of discomfort but when he felt the body beneath him relax again, he pushed back in. He heard Alik groan, but this time in pleasure as it was slowly overwhelming the painful sensations. Nick closes his eyes as he enjoys the feeling of having Alik all around him. It was definitely a tight fit, but with each stroke, the muscles around his dick slackened. Nick picks up speed, but apparently he was not going fast enough for Alik. The other man tightens his legs around Nick and moves to meet his every thrust. Nick responds by driving his dick into Alik faster, harder, and deeper. Alik moans uncontrollably, he pulls on the handcuffs as his body arches up towards the ceiling. He relishes the feeling of Nick's hard cock sliding in and out of his tight ass. It was unreal and he loved every bit of it. Shivers run up and down his spine as he could feel Nick's cockhead rub against his sensitive prostrate with each stroke. "Oh Alik," Nick sighs, "you feel so damn good." Alik's head was a big blur. It was like all his sensory neurons have just congregated down to his ass and exploded their neurotransmitters all over the place. Just when he did not think he could feel anything else, he feels a hand over his dick. Nick begins to slowly jack his cock as he pleasured his ass. Alik moans as Nick rubbed against his sensitive head. "Alik," Nick breathed, "I'm so close..." Alik couldn't respond. His body was an over-generated wire; the clanking of the cuffs on the bedposts became more urgent and erratic. Finally unable to take anymore, Alik let loose a violent spray of cum, crying into his gag as he did so. Pearly milk dropped from Nick's chest and painted his own. The spasms of his ass as he reached climax triggered one for Nick and with a few final, aggressive strokes, Nick shuddered upon his orgasm. Alik felt a warm, hot feeling spreading throughout his ass and colon. He melted into the bed, feeling of exhaustion and breathing hard. Nick fell on top of him, equally breathless. "Oh wow," Nick said in awe. "That was amazing." He looks over at Alik who was staring back at him, looking fully satisfied. Nick jumps up and went into the bathroom. When he returns, the milky substance that was on his body was now gone and he had retrieved a small towel. He tenderly wipes Alik's body. Then he snuggles up against the warm body and sighs contentedly. Nick sleepily draws circles on Alik's chest as he fell further into slumber-land. When his breathing becomes even, Alik knew that Nick has fallen asleep. His darling, he looked so peaceful, he hated to have to wake him up. But dammit, he wanted his arms back and he was tired of tasting his tie. Alik gently nudges his body into Nick's. Nick stirs and wraps his arm around his chest. Sighing, Alik tries again. "Alik..." Nick sighs sleepily. Alik chuckled... or rather tried to. Nick must be dreaming about him again. More insistently, he nudges at Nick. "Love you..." came a sleepy whisper. Alik froze. A hard lump forms at the back of his throat. Emotions that were rarely experienced by him collided against one another... hope, relief, happiness... HAPPINESS! Wait, no... not happiness, better than that... feelings of ecstatic... exhilaration... elation. He looks down at the sleeping man, his eyes showing fierce protectiveness. It was now no longer a choice but a necessity to do everything in his power to keep Nick happy. Alik moans and his thoughts were pleasantly interrupted. In his sleep, Nick had lifted his leg up to drape across Alik's waist, but in the process had brushed his thigh across Alik's now newly awaken cock. He could also feel the warm heat emitting from Nick's own dick as it is pressed into Alik's hip. Alik shifts his hip up and down against the limp organ. He grins into his tie as he feels the cock grow in length and stiffness. He feels Nick stir as he begins to move his own hips against Alik's. In his sleep, the Canadian starts to slowly grind himself against the Greek. Gentle at first, the movements becomes increasingly more urgent until Nick's eyelids snaps open and a pair of glazed over emerald orbs stares into an amused pair of amber ones. "I was just dreaming about you," Nick whispers. His eyes gleam mischievously. Alik muffles into his mouthpiece. The blond twists his mouth into a wry grin and reaches over to take the material out. Wary, he watches as Alik deviates his jaw from left to right, trying to work out the stiffness. Still not a harsh word passed through those lips. Nick tilts his head slightly, waiting as Alik continues to work his jaw muscles. "Nikkos, come close to me." It was a softly spoken request. Nick complies. Without warning, Alik darts forward and places a tender kiss onto Nick's lips. When he pulls back, he sees that Nick have his eyes wide open, a look of confusion on his face. Alik chuckles. "What's wrong Nikkos? Cat got your tmmph..." He gets cut off as Nick takes him in a deep kiss. Alik moans approvingly and tries to press Nick closer into him. The cuffs around his wrists clink against the bedpost in protest. Frustrated, Alik growls. "Nikkos, take these damned things off of me." Nick reaches over to the bedside table and from the top drawer he takes out a small key. "Speaking of taking things off of one another...," Nick leaves his sentence unfinished as he hooks a thumb onto the chain around his neck and clears his throat noticeably down at Alik. Alik merely smiles up at him and rattles the cuffs noisily to steer Nick back to the task at hand. As soon as he was free of the metal contraptions, Alik reaches out and pulls Nick down to him into a tender embrace. "My Nikkos, so beautiful," he murmurs. "Oh, Alik," Nick sighs. "Straddle me and put your hands behind my neck." Nick follows the instructions. Alik places both his hands on either side of Nick's trim waist and in one swift movement he flips the two of them around, reciprocating their positions. "Very smooth, My Lord," Nick murmurs. The tip of his tongue peeks out and wets along the length of his lips. Alik hungrily stares down at them. "Did you like that move? I've got a few more up my sleeve." "Can't wait to see them." Nick lowers his eyelids and looks up through them at Alik. He's seen it done many times by women and it has always worked to make them look seductive. He wonders if it would have any effect on Alik. "You will see them all in due time, not all at once though. If I use them all up, I'll have nothing left to impress you with." Alik leans over to capture a kiss at the alluring expression on Nick's face. "Impress me then. Make love to me," Nick whispers huskily. "I'll do you one better, Nikkos... I'll make love with you." Before Nick could respond, Alik effortlessly turns him over so that he was lying on his stomach. Alik pins Nick's arms above his head with one hand and guides the tip of his cock to the cleft of Nick's ass with the other. Alik was already leaking precum and used the pearly fluid to lubricate along the sphincter. Nick shivers at the sensations and pants heavily from the persistent stimulus. Once Alik felt that Nick was thoroughly slackened, he penetrated through the rings and stopped once he got a few inches in. Nick gasps at the entry and tried to move his hips back towards Alik to get more of the cock into him. But Alik stops him from doing so by keeping a firm hand onto the back of Nick's sacrum. Alik begins to quickly pump himself in and out of Nick, never allowing more than a few inches of his dick to enter the smaller man. Nick buries his face into the soft pillows and his moans become muffled. After about ten minutes of this constant teasing, Alik finally stops and pulls out all together. Nick lets out a small cry of distress at the sudden feeling of emptiness. "No! Alik... please..." Nick abruptantly lets out another cry, but this one of surprise, as without any warning, Alik fully plunges his cock down to the hilt into Nick's ass. Nick's entire body stiffens at the aggressive entry, but once his cortex realises that the offender was Alik, it sends impulses out which overrides the primitive instinct to protect, and thus his body relaxes again. Alik lets out a hiss of breath as tight muscles engulf and wrap around his dick. "Oh Nikkos, as good as it felt to have your cock up in me, it doesn't compare to the feeling I get when my own dick is buried deep into your tight, hot hole." Alik pulls out, the tip of his cockhead just barely maintaining touch, before driving it slowly back in. Now crying out sounds of pleasure, Nick bundles up the satin sheets into his hands as they formed into fists and his toes curled in ecstasy. Nothing in this world mattered more to him now than did the rhythm and sensation of Alik's hard cock being driven in and out of him. He can feel the great man above him getting close, as he was also, as the pace increased in speed and force, the rhythm becoming erratic. A force builds up deep within the centre of his being and with one last trigger of a stroke it explodes and shoots upwards through his spine. Bursts of transient stars and a bright white light blind him momentarily as Nick lets out a cry of ecstasy. The force immediately back tracks down his body and out as a violent spray of cum is ejected from him and into the satin sheets. Every muscle of his body contracts and stiffens in a sympathetic fight response, including his ass which clamps down on Alik's cock. "Oh shit Nikkos," Alik cries, "it feels so maddeningly good when you do that to me..." With one last drive into Nick's ass, Alik throws his head back and seem to roll his eyes into the back of his head as he fills up Nick's bowels with quantities of his hot milky fluid. Alik manages to complete a few more strokes into Nick, which extends the duration of both men's climaxes. A faint sheen of sweat forms on the surface of Nick's back and neck muscles. Alik licks it up with his tongue, tasting the saltiness. He then gently lowers his bodyweight down onto Nick's and covers him up like a large blanket. With his head against the back of Nick, Alik can hear the man's heart rate thump against his ear, and listens to it as it start to decrease in rate. A delayed pulse can be felt deep within Nick and can be felt by his cock, which was still embedded into the blond. Nick relishes in the feeling of having Alik still in him. And he did not find the weight of the larger man on top of him heavy at all, but instead it was comforting. He synchronizes their breathing and feeling fully satisfied, Nick feels himself drifting away into sleep.

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Date: Tue, 15 Aug 2000 02:40:56 GMT From: No one <mrestory@hotmail.com> Subject: High Roller - Part 2 -------------------------------------------- This story contains acts of homosexuality. Do not proceed if such acts offend you, or if it is illegal to possess such material in your area. By proceeding you are acknowledging that you have a legal right to possess adult material and that you will not distribute it to minors or others who are not legally allowed to possess it. You also absolve the hosting website and author of any responsibility for laws regarding your possession or handling of this material. -------------------------------------------- High Roller - Night 1 (Part 2) The show at the head of the table had caused the rest of the men to freeze in their tracks, mouths agape as they watched me discipline the defiant slave. One quick glare straightened them out, and I ordered the defiant slave to get cleaned up. Dinner was nearly over, but I was not yet satisfied. I nodded to Ricardo, who went into the kitchen and immediately returned with a very large bowl of ice cold strawberries and some scalding hot melted dark chocolate. I stood up and the slaves cleared the table. The cocky slave was about to take his place with the others, when I snapped, "What do you think you're doing? You were a chair and now you're going to be a platter." With that I commanded the rest of the slaves to lift the new "platter" onto the table and hold his arms and legs in place. He struggled a bit, but a twist of his nipples reminded him who was in charge. The four strongest men held the cocky slave down while another two helped me up onto the table. I let the shy slave onto the table and told him to kneel over cocky slave's head. The cocky slave looked a little worried as I approached him, and even more so as I asked for the chocolate and strawberries. "If you get nervous, suck on him," I said, motioning to the shy slave who was now naked, with his cock and balls dangling only inches from the "platter's" face. I proceeded to mount the slave, resting my butt on his groin. Then the fun began. I took a large spoon and scooped up some of the melted chocolate. I moved the spoon closer and closer to his body, letting him feel the heat. Then I started to drizzle the chocolate on his nipples. His body buckled with the pain and ecstasy all at once. His mouth clamped down on the shy slave's package to mute his screams of pain and pleasure, and he began to suck. His body's arch pushed his enlarging penis against my ass and I jumped with a little surprise. To sooth the heat, I took one of the ice-cold strawberries and scooped up the chocolate on his nipples, feeding it to the shy slave. His body reacted to the sudden change of temperature much as it had with the chocolate, only this time his dick was fully erect. Now it was time to have my dessert. I moved off the cocky slave's chest and knelt in between his legs, spreading them slightly. I took some of the chocolate and put it into a small bowl, and with a wicked look I pushed the bowl forcefully into the cocky slave's balls, coating them with hot, melted dark chocolate. I could see the shy slave react as the cocky slave sucked harder on his cock when I pushed the chocolate onto his smooth balls. I gripped his balls in my hand and rubbed the chocolate all over his nuts and dick, smearing the left over chocolate onto his chest. I ordered the shy slave to start licking the smeared chocolate off the cocky slave's chest, while I began to enjoy my dessert of chocolate covered banana with nuts. Between me lapping up the delicious chocolate in his groin and the shy slave licking his chest clean, the cocky slave couldn't last long and he let loose a huge wad in my mouth. I continued to milk his cock while I now positioned myself, strawberry between my lips, to kiss the shy slave who was enjoying the surge of sucking the cocky slave's orgasm had brought on. Our mouths met and the shy slave came as he took the strawberry with his teeth, swallowed it down, and topped off with my mouthful of melted chocolate and cum. By now, me, the shy slave and our "platter" were thoroughly messy. We stepped down from the table and I had the other slaves wash us with sponges. Now that I had had my fill of food, and we were clean, I thought it would be a good time for some after dinner entertainment. I was tired from kneeling on the table and I needed to sit, so I ordered Ricardo to bring me my special box. Ricardo returned with a dark black box. I opened it up, and inside was a large, thick metal collar made of the coldest iron. At the top of the collar were a loop and a chain to yank the collar. Each man became visibly nervous and excited wondering whether he would be forced to wear the collar. But I knew exactly who would be my horse for the night: the defiant slave. I ordered him into a kneeling position, his firm ass resting on his ankles, and his head bowed. I hooked the heavy collar around his neck and whispered, "You are going to be my horse tonight. If you're nice I will reward you later. Resist and you'll regret it." He nodded. I ordered everyone except the shy slave to form a human road to the bedroom, those in the back moving to the front as soon as I passed. And so the shy slave and I rode my horse across the "slave road", making sure to take an extra long time passing over the cocky slave, until we finally made it to my bed. "One of you will get to be fucked by me tonight," I explained to the slaves, "but it will be a difficult privilege to win. And win it you must. We will hold a competition between the slaves, a Greek, nude oil wrestling competition. The winner is mine." The slaves all began to smile and talk excitedly at the idea of competing for the privilege of being rammed by my rod. And so they began to prepare for the competition. I reserved the shy slave, whose head lay on my lap while I stroked his hair lovingly, and the defiant slave, who was forced to kneel bedside the bed still collared. The men stripped down and began to oil each other up. It was truly a sight to behold: every man was a masterpiece of the male form, their muscles glistened intensely as the olive oil dribbled across every bump and ripple of their perfectly sculpted bodies. And of course their cocks were simply unbelievable: each man was cut, and endowed with sizes ranging from 4" soft to 9" soft (a state which was hard to maintain given that each man was having slick olive oil massaged onto his member by at least 2 gorgeous men)! Their hairless balls were glimmering with oil and just screaming to be rubbed up against and held, if you could even manage to hold them. Fully coated in oil, the first pair began to wrestle. The oil made for both comical and sensual moments. As the men tried to grasp each other, they slipped and fell on top of each other. Leg locks were nearly impossible, but that didn't stop some men from trying, resulting in slippery groins mashing into each other. It was only a matter of time before each pair was sporting a hardon from the oily wrestling, and all the better since the match had no rules. Some men tried grabbing their opponent's cocks, others tried twisting their balls, but the winner had the best approach: he flipped his opponent on his back and then pinned him with his rock hard 9" dick. I don't know who was happier, the guy who won, or the guy who lost, but got a great fucking. And so the competition was over. The winner was a truly stunning exotic beauty. He was 6' 3" tall, with a picture-perfect body. His jet-black hair came down to his ears and was damp with sweat. His eyes were as dark as night, complemented by similarly colored light stubble on his sculpted face. His chest was as firm and defined as could be imagined and he sported a six-pack that displayed his muscled, but not overly worked-out physique. His thick legs sparkled with the left over oil and his nine-inch rod was only beginning to soften and was kissed by a drop of pre-cum on his slit. I knew it would be a great fuck. The winning slave reached for a towel, but I held up my hand to stop him and beckoned him to the bed. I dismissed the shy slave and the defiant slave and laid down on the large bed in anticipation. The rest of the slaves left the room and the lights dimmed as the door shut. And there he stood at the end of the bed. The light was dim, the shining oil highlighted all his important features and a band of light lay across his face in just the right spot to show his beautiful slightly upturned grin. He climbed onto the bed and crawled towards me on all fours like some majestic horse. He now hovered above me, his hair dangling just a few inches from my face. His body was already hot, and became even more so as I moved my hands along the grooves of his chest. I latched my legs around his and spread his legs, forcing him to rest his body on mine. As his lips pressed against mine in a sensual kiss, I rubbed my hands slowly along his back advancing towards the firm melons of his ass. When I finally reached my prize, I gave his butt a very hard squeeze, pushing my nails into his skin slightly. He jumped in surprise, but I made sure he didn't stop kissing me. Now our engorged dicks were rubbing hard together, slicked by the oil. I could have stayed in that position all night, but I knew it was time to give this hunky slave the prize he had won. "It's time for you to get your reward," I whispered to him as I pushed him a little away. He smiled and lay down on the bed. I was now perched between the legs of this Adonis. I stilled for a moment to take in his unequaled beauty from bottom to top. His feet were large enough to suggest a strong masculine build, but the skin on the soles of his feet was a smooth as a baby's bottom. I kissed each of his feet and he giggled and writhed a little as I did. His legs were large and muscular, but smooth and inviting at the same time. I rubbed up and down the length of both his powerful legs. His ass was firm and tender, sculpted to perfection, with the slightest dimples on each cheek. I showered gentle kisses all over his ass. His back was strong and smooth, with a sleek and sexy line down the center. I licked along the crease of his back slowly from the base to the top. His shoulders and arms were rippled with muscles; staring at them was like looking at a beautiful landscape. I now lay down gently along his length, stretched my arms out and intertwined our hands. I kissed his neck and ears, taking in his scent as our bodies pressed against one another. Before rising, I gently pushed his hair away from his ear and whispered to him, "Now you get what you've been waiting for." "On your hands and knees," I commanded, and he snapped to the proper position. I took out the bottle of KY jelly Ricardo had placed on the edge of the bed and lubed up my stiff 6" rod and placed some on the winning slave's hole. I spread his cheeks and poised the tip of my cock at his ass. "Relax, I'll take this slowly," I said as I began to push my way into his tight canal. I could feel him tense up a little as I continued to push further and further into him, but that only made me more excited and I continued. By the time I was about halfway in, he began to relax a little and his hole adjusted to my dick. Sensing that he was ready, I pushed the final three inches into him, my pubic hair now rubbing up against his ass. He began to moan in pleasure as I slowly started pumping my cock in and out of his ass. The sensation was wonderful, his tight ass just gripped my penis and made me want to cum with each push in and pull out. Not wanting to forget my slave's own tool, I reached around with both hands and began to jerk his penis. The service I was giving his dick and the pumping of my tool in his ass was too much for the slave, and he began to spasm. This only increased the tightness of his ass and caused me to blow my load, but not without a loud scream first. We both collapsed onto the bed, exhausted from that great fuck. I leaned over and gave the winning slave a kiss on the lips. By now it was late at night and I was tired and messy. I had the rest of the slaves return and wash me. I ordered them all to put on white shorts to prepare for bed, and I put on my silk pajamas. We all climbed into the extra large bed. Most of the slaves laid along the sides and bottom of the bed, but the shy slave curled up near my back with his arms wrapped around my waist, and I wrapped my arms around the defiant slave. And there we lay, as content as possible. The warmth of the shy slave behind me and the reassuring presence of the defiant slave in front made me smile just before I drifted off to sleep. ------------------------------------ Thanks to everyone who responded to the first part of this story, I really enjoyed getting your e-mails. Your encouragement and suggestions were great. This is probably my last installment of the High Roller series. It's a little too time consuming and, even though I still have some ideas for Mr. E and his sex slaves, I don't think I'll write another part unless I can find some place to do it commercially (ie: for money). 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Date: Mon, 1 Jan 2001 19:22:06 -0500 (EST) From: Kai Subject: Auctioned, part 3 Oh wow, you know I actually forgot about this story... But here it is, part III. I hope you guys enjoy it! Some credit goes out to Remmy, who inspired some ideas for this segment. (See! I DO take reader's suggestions seriously!!) >>> AUCTIONED III Alik propped his head up on one hand, his other one draped possessively across the sleeping body beside him. He watched as Nick slept, his face looking ever so peaceful, his breathing soft and even. Alik leaned over and lightly kissed him on the lips, along the stubbled jaw, and nibbled on the earlobe. Nick stirred awake and slowly rewarded Alik with his deep emerald coloured eyes. He smiled and stretched out like a cat. "Morning," he murmured. The Greek pulled Nick closer towards his body and nuzzled his neck. "Mmm... You smell like sleep." He drew his tongue out and licked at the skin there. "You taste like it too." Nick's eyes widened along with his smile. "Tell me, what does sleep smell and taste like?" Alik kissed him full on the mouth and rubbed his hand along Nick's hip, massaging the firm butt. Alik continued his kisses down his neck, shoulder, and chest. "It's like freshly baked bread," he murmured in between the kisses, "like a new born baby... the air after a rainfall... laundry straight out of the dryer... " Nick laughed at him. "You're not making any sense." Alik smiled wickedly at him as his wandering hand now gently nudged Nick's legs apart, up the muscular thigh and brushed against the scrotum. Nick gasped with pleasure. Gracefully and with ease Alik positioned himself in between his legs and closed one hand around the harden dick. The blond whimpered and arched his back. "Any sense I possess goes out the window where you're concerned, Nikkos." He reached over to the bedside table and fished around for a small tube. From it, Alik squeezed a small amount of clear gel and applied it around Nick's asshole, massaging the anal canal with his fingers, causing the man to squirm and moan. Alik leaned down and grazed his nose along Nick's flat stomach and into the soft pubic hair. The large pulsing cock that it surrounds brushed across his cheek. A large pearly drop of precum appeared at the tip and Alik went to lick it off, tasting the saltiness. He let his tongue linger on the velvety skin, which sent a slight shiver down Nick's spine. "Time to make you mine," Alik growled. "Oh, pleeease," Nick whimpered. "Make me yours..." Alik straightened himself and took his fingers from the tight hole, replacing them with his own throbbing cock. He rubbed the head across the entrance, lubricating it with the existing gel that was already on Nick and sending the Canadian into another ride of pleasure. The squirming increased and the strong legs spread even further. Seeing this response pleased Alik to no end and he decided to end his lover's suffering by finally aiming his dick against the hot hole. Slowly he pushed his cockhead pass the entrance and eased the entire shaft in, inch by inch until his entire 9 inches was swallowed up. "Oh yeesss..." he hissed. "You feel so fucking good, I still can't get over how tight you are." Nick closed his eyes and sighed contentedly. Alik eased back out and paused. "Wrap your legs around my waist," he commanded. Nick did as told and Alik buried his dick back in as deep as he could in one smooth motion. He repeated this over and over again, stroking his cock in and out of Nick's ass. Nick thrusted his hips back to meet each returning stroke. "Open your eyes and look at me. I want to see your face when you climax." Nick opened his eyes and they were now a brilliant bright green. Alik sucked in his breath at the trust he saw in them. Suddenly, he leaned over and ravaged Nick's mouth with his own, their tongues mating to the same pace as their pelvises. "I'm getting close," Nick gasped. "Do not cum," Alik ordered. "Whatever you do, do not cum until I say so. Wait for my word." Nick's moans grew louder and he bit his lower lip to keep from falling over the edge of his climax. Alik increased his pace and fucked him harder and faster. His breathing also quickened and became shorter. "NOW..." Nick released his cum in a violent spray, landing all over his chest and Alik's. As he ejaculated, his ass clenched even more tightly around Alik's dick, causing him to groan loudly and unleashing his own load of cum deep into the insides of Nick. "I'm yours," Nick sighed as he closed his eyes again. Alik's own eyes gleamed dark amber, satisfied, at the submission. He carefully lowers himself on top of the slightly smaller man; his cock still buried within him. Breathing rate declines, adrenaline levels ceases, and the air starts to cool. Outside the window the birds are chirping loudly and an aeroplane can be heard flying over in the near distance. "Alik," Nick began... Alik grunted an acknowledgement into Nick's neck. "Alik," Nick tried again... "What?" "I'm developing a nasty cramp, get your heavy ass off of me." Nick chuckled at his own comment. Not amused, Alik flexed his dick inside of Nick, causing the blond to suddenly gasp, and quickly withdrew it with no fanfare. He rolled off of Nick and swung his legs over on his side of the bed. He threw a look over his shoulder. Nick wore the expression of an abused kitten. "Nikkos, I have a present for you." Nick cheered up visibly and Alik laughed at the sudden change in facial expressions. "First we're going to get cleaned up, you got us all sticky." He got up and walked into the large closet. Nick laid back to appreciate the way Alik's backside moved as he walked. When Alik reappeared with a towel and a small bag, he laughed again at the look of childlike curiosity, which Nick wore. Alik carefully wiped away at the pale goo on Nick and threw the towel unceremoniously over his shoulder. Then he pulled out a silver chain link and a small matching padlock from the bag. He showed Nick the padlock, which was painted black with the initials "AT" in amber. "Alik Terzakis, that is my insignia. You are to wear that at all times. It will let others know that you already belong to me, and are strictly hands-off so to speak." "Wow, I bet even my pet cat don't have it this good," Nick muttered in disgust as he held the padlock. Alik frowned. "I'm sorry if you don't agree to this, Nikkos, but believe me when I say that this is for your own safety. My insignia is well known around here. Everyone will know that if any harm comes to you then I will wreak havoc on their trading industry." He took the small lock from Nick's hand, wordlessly positioned the chain around his neck, and secured the ends together with it. "Your present sucks. Take it back, I don't want it anymore," Nick stated. He pulled at the offending article around his neck. "Where's the key?" he demanded. Alik shrugged. "I threw it away." Nick stopped pulling and stared at the man whom he just made love to only moments ago. "You're kidding." He was suddenly thrown back against the bed and his wrists were pinned down above his head. Amber eyes blazed back at him, mere inches away from his own. "I never kid about this sort. You are mine to keep for life. I see no reason why that chain will ever need to come off." Nick snorted. "Yours to keep for life? What am I...? Property?! Who do you... " His protests were silenced by a brutal kiss. A tongue assaulted his and his body's initial instinct to fight back caused the hold on his wrists to tighten painfully. But, almost immediately, his mind began to register the euphoric feeling that was associated with kissing Alik and his body eased off, gradually melding itself with Alik's. The vice-like grips slackened at the surrender. Alik suddenly broke the kiss and abruptantly got up off the bed and headed back into the closet. "I'm not going to continue with this discussion. Get changed, I'm taking you to the street market." Nick blinked and brought his hand to his lips, slowly outlining the bruising flesh. He then grudgingly got up and followed him. He looked around the closet and realized that he didn't have any clothes to call his own. Alik noticed this predicament and selected a pair of cargo shorts and T-shirt for him. "These will have to do until we get you some new stuff. I normally would have made you wear a robe." Alik lifted an eyebrow at him, "For some reason I didn't that you would think too fondly of that idea." "You think correctly," Nick confirmed, putting the clothes on. He buttoned up the shorts only to have them slip back lowly on his hips. "Do you have a belt?" Quickly, he pulled them back up. Alik looked down to where his hands were and a devilish gleam appeared in his eyes. "I can easily carry you back into bed and..." He let the sentence trail. Nick flushed and unconsciously held on tighter to the material at his waist. Alik silently handed him a belt, an amused look on his face. "Cut the virginal act, Nikkos." Nick scowled. "Well, I was one until I met you," he muttered. Their eyes met and Nick brightened even redder. "I didn't mean to say that aloud," he mumbled. He looked down and gave more concentration to the belt than was necessary. A finger was hooked under his chin as he was made to look at Alik. The other man's expression was earnest, the hard lines and planes softened by a smile. He carefully wrapped his arms around Nick and held him tightly. "I will always treasure your gift," he whispered. Nick sighed into the other's warm neck. The two men stood there for awhile, holding each other, until Alik at last reluctantly pulled away. "We better get going; Yuri's waiting for us." Nick nodded and the two of them finished dressing in silence. He was all ready to go when Alik handed him a blue and grey bandanna. "Put this on," he instructed. "I don't want anyone to see the colour of your hair. One look and who knows what might happen." Nick rolled his eyes. "You can't be serious." He bit the inside of his cheek and obediently put the bandanna on at the warning glare that Alik sent him. >>> Yuri met them outside standing beside the same black car that had brought Nick here in the first place. "Good morning, Sir," he greeted Alik. A polite nod was cast in Nick's direction. "Where will be this morning's destination?" "The public street market, Yuri. We're gonna give Nick a real taste of Egypt." The drive there was rather uneventful. Nick sat staring out at the scenery outside the window as Alik conducted business over the phone. Nick peacefully listened to the confident timber of the deep voice for the next half-hour. He sat up straighter when he began to notice a heavier crowd of people, surrounding fruit stands and gift stalls. The car finally stopped. Nick was about to let himself out of the car when a firm grip on his arm stopped him. He gave Alik a questioning stare but the other man wasn't even looking at him. Alik took his time ending his conversation on the phone; his attention focused on the papers sitting beside him. Yuri got out of the car and stood beside the rear door. The man's patience was inversely proportional to the impatience experienced by Nick as he waited for Alik to let him go. Sighing loudly, he drummed his fingers on his thigh and stared out longingly at the liveliness just on the other side of the door. Finally, the talking stopped and the phone clicked against its cradle. "The Master always leave first and you walk a few paces behind me," Alik spoke evenly. "Do not stare anyone in the eyes, they will see your green irises. Do not talk to anyone, do not take off your bandanna, and most importantly do not leave my side." The deadly serious look he wore encouraged Nick to bite back some sarcastic remark he was in danger of making. "Do I make myself clear Nick?" Nick nodded. Alik removed his grip and rapped against the window, signalling for Yuri to open the door for them. Without a glance backward, he got out and Nick silently followed him out. Nick swallowed the hurt he felt at suddenly being treated so coldly. Yuri closed the door behind him and then walked alongside Alik. The two of them made their way into the bustling crowd, chatting with each other in Arabic. Yuri intermittently glanced back to make sure that he was still right behind them. Scowling, Nick began to tug at the offending lock around his neck. He looked around him at the sights and his eyes soon fell on the stall selling miniature cartouches and drawings on papyrus leaflets. Without thinking, he headed towards the stall and picked up one of the figurines. It was made of glass, black in colour, with tiny hieroglyphics etched into it. Nick traced his fingertip along the fine grooves, and a small smile formed on his lips as he hoped that one day he will have the opportunity to see the real thing. "Nick!" Nick jumped and his eyes widened as the glass ornament slipped from his fingers and cracked into two pieces as it fell to the ground. He looked up to see Alik, quite a few metres away from where he stood, angrily making his way towards him. More closer to him the equally angry stall keeper began to yell and gesture wildly at him. Nick glanced helplessly at the quickly approaching man and apologized to the other. When Alik finally reached where he stood, his arm reached out, grabbed at the lock around Nick's neck, and savagely pulled the man to him. "How dare you disobey me?" he seethed. "Not only did you NOT stay by my side but you go ahead and put yourself in danger by making eye contact and talking to these people. Are you deliberately behaving this way or are you really this stupid?" Nick paled considerably and stared back in horror at the Greek. His dry mouth opened but no words came out. By now a small crowd of people surrounded them, watching them with curious gazes. Alik pulled him by the chain and threw him towards Yuri. Then, he dropped some currency notes onto the stall and turned around. "We're leaving. I should have known better than to take you out in public. I'm taking you back to the house." Alik walked rapidly towards the direction of where the car was parked, Yuri walked silently beside him. "I'm sorry," Nick whispered. "You're sorry? Can you even begin to comprehend the danger you've put yourself in the moment you opened your mouth? One word from you will let anyone who is listening know that you're not from around here. You're lucky that we found out that you have mindlessly wandered off before it was too late." Alik continued to berate him. "I can't believe how bad you made me look. Now all these people will talk about how the servant of Alik Terzakis made a fool of himself at the public market in front of everyone. I absolutely cannot wait to hear about it from my colleagues when this finally reaches their ears." Nick stopped in his tracks. "I'm a servant to you?" he questioned incredulously. Alik turned around to face him and sighed impatiently. "I paid to have you service me," Alik explained, slowing down his words as if talking to a mere child instead of a grown man. "You take orders from a master, from me. You do as you are told, and you certainly do not question back." Nick paled even whiter as he listened to the biting words. His heart hurt and he felt humiliated. He wished that he could just disappear into thin air at that very moment. Where was the man who had so lovingly kissed him awake that very morning? "Alik, please..." he began to implore, but cut himself off when Alik narrowed his eyes at him. "In public, you shall address me as 'Master'," he spoke in a low tone. "Servants do not call their owners by their given names." Nick nodded, frightened by the other man and felt smaller than an atom particle when Alik turned away from him. Suddenly, by impulse, Nick turned the other way and ran as fast as he could away from Alik. He dodged through the thick crowd and easily disappeared into the mass. He heard someone call his name frantically as he made his way further into the crowd but his battered pride made him ignore it. He didn't stop moving until he finally reached the outskirts of the market. Nick collapse against the side of an old brick building, his elbows resting on his kneecaps and his head buried in them. He felt tears fall down the sides of his face. He frustratedly wiped at them with his forearm and ran his fingers through his hair, only realizing then that the bandanna he wore was no longer there. It must have fallen off during his flee. People around him stared but he ignored them. Nick closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the wall. He didn't imagine that his life could lead to this in just a few days. The sun shone down at him mercilessly, warming the chain around his neck, which in turn heated the skin it laid on. It was a constant reminder of Alik. Nick felt the tears well up again behind his closed eyes. >>> "Goddammit!" Alik pounded his fist hard on the roof of the car. He didn't even notice the small indent that appeared. Yuri had returned without Nick and he was worried. "Where the hell could he have gone?" he demanded. "Sir, why not go home and make a call to the authorities. They will send a search out for him." "No." Alik frowned. "That will take too long. I don't want to leave him out here alone longer than necessary. Something might happen to him." He stared out frustratingly at the bustling crowds of people. Everyone that brushed past began to blend into a giant blur. Alik let out an exhausted breath and rubbed at the corners of his eyes. "What the hell was I doing anyway? This is all my fault isn't it?" he asked Yuri. The Egyptian said nothing, as his employer was not really expecting an answer. Alik paced restlessly, trying to determine his next move when something caught his eye. He ran towards a filthily dressed man and grabbed him by the collar of his worn robe. Alik grabbed the bandanna off from the man's head and shook him. "Where did you find this?" he demanded. The tramp was feeble and Alik easily intimidated him. "P-P-Please, N-Noble Sir, I did not s-steal this. It... It fell off the head of a golden haired man running through the market." Dull eyes stricken by terror stared back at Alik. "Where was he headed?" "T-Towards the bathhouse." Alik narrowed his eyes and let go of the thin material. The tramp took this opportunity to scamper, as far and as fast as he could, away from the menacing amber eyes of the powerfully built nobleman. Yuri walked over to stand beside Alik. "Sir, if he is indeed near the bathhouse I suggest we move quickly to find him." Alik nodded and wordlessly, the two men headed towards in the direction of the infamous establishment. >>> "Are you alright?" Nick looked up in surprise. A finely dressed Egyptian man stared down at him, concern on his face. Another Egyptian stood behind him, this one younger and smaller, dressed in a far simpler robe. "You can speak English." Nick groaned to himself as he just commented on the obvious. But the other man took no notice and offered him a hand. Nick took hold and pushed himself up off the ground. The man looked him over. "We need to get you away from the sun. You are burning up." Nick nodded slowly, for his head hurt and he felt exhausted from the intense heat. "Omar, come and give me a hand." The younger man stepped up and wrapped his right arm around Nick's waist. Nick's left arm was draped around Omar's shoulder and they slowly made their way across the street, where a silver sedan waited. A uniformed man quickly opened the rear door as he saw them approaching. The older Egyptian went in first and turned around to help Nick into the car. Then Omar followed. The air-conditioned interior cooled Nick's skin and he sighed a breath of relief. As the car began to move, Nick closed his eyes and leaned back into the soft leather. When he opened his eyes again, the scenery outside had changed and Nick realized that he was with strangers. "Oh my God, who are you guys?" Nick demanded. "Where am I and how did I get here?" The man sitting to his right gave him a kind look. "My name is Kassel. The gentleman on your other side is Omar. We found you on the side of the road, openly exposed to the sun. I have decided to take you home with me so that we can get a doctor to look after you." Nick considered him warily. "How do I know that you can be trusted?" Kassel shrugged. "That's a very valid point. I assure you that no harm will be inflicted upon you under my care. In fact, I insist that you call any nearby relations you may have in this city so that they will know your current whereabouts." Nick hesitated. "No, no that's alright. I doubt anyone will worry too much about me." He turned away and concentrated on the hands. "Are you sure?" Kassel looked doubtful. Nick nodded and looked up when the door opened. Kassel got out and waited for the other two men before they proceeded towards the entrance of the stately building. It was beautiful. Built in classic Venetian architecture, large windows, with lush plants surrounding the property. It was a sight, but Nick could not help but think how much more impressive Alik's home is. Absentmindedly, his fingers found their way to the small padlock and traced the outline of the insignia. "You are owned," Kassel noted. "Surely your master will worry about you." Nick's fingers froze in place and he quickly dropped his hand back to his side. "No. I don't believe he will." Kassel opened his mouth, but closed it again. He seemed to be considering something but brushed it aside. Finally, he spoke, "Very well. I will not push. I think it is best if you went to clean up and rest. Omar will take care of you now. I have some business that I need to tend to." The Egyptian took a few steps away before turning back around. "I do not believe I ever caught your name." "It's Nick," he blushed. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude." "Nick," Kassel grinned. "I want you to rest and I hope to see you again tomorrow morning." He turned around once more and walked off in that direction. Omar put one hand on Nick's shoulder. "Come," he said, "Follow me." His accent was quite thick. "Master tells me to clean you. I will make you a bath." Nick followed him down the hall and into a room. It was a bedroom with an adjoining bathroom. A large, luxuriously made bed was the centre point with a finely crafted wardrobe and desk accessorizing it. Omar disappeared into the bathroom and came back out with a clean white robe. He gave it to Nick. "You will change, get ready. I will run the water." The Egyptian smiled and returned back into the other room. Nick heard the water begin to run, filling up the tub. He slowly stripped off his clothes and folded them into a somewhat neat pile on top of the desk. Then he donned the robe, feeling the silky material caress his skin as he made his way into the bathroom. Omar turned the facets off and Nick saw that some bathfoam had been added to the tub. He stood by the edge and inhaled. It smelled faintly of tea tree oil. Omar stood to stand close behind him. "The aroma therapy will calm you." Arms wrapped around Nick's waist, as the belt of his robe was undone. The hands then travelled upwards and separated the silky folds, holding them apart for Nick to step away from and into the warm water. Omar turned around and hung the silk robe onto a hook as Nick sat down into the water, the soft foam concealing him from his midsection and below. Omar picked up a washcloth and began to wash Nick's back. Both men were silent; the only sounds were those of the gentle scrubbing of the cloth against Nick's back, the droplets of excess water from the cloth, and the lapping of water against the sides of the tub. Nick let his head fall forward and closed his eyes, breathing in the smell of the scented water. Eventually, the rubbing stopped and Omar wrung out the water from the cloth. Then, he reached for a ladle-like utensil, filling it with water and pouring it over Nick's shoulders and back. The water streamed down, a thin cascade over the skin before it seems to branch off into thin rivers, as it dips and follows the muscular contours of Nick's body. When Omar was at last finished, he got up and retrieved a large soft towel and wrapped it around Nick when he stood up. He waited for Nick to grab a hold of it before reaching over for another towel, this one smaller. He dried Nick's legs with it as Nick dried his upper body off with the towel wrapped around him. Then, Omar went to get the robe off of the hook and stood behind Nick, holding it so that Nick can easily put his arms through the sleeves. As Nick adjusted the silky material, Omar bent over the bathtub to drain the now cold water. Omar next led him back into the bedroom and pulled the sheets on the bed apart. He smiled at Nick; "I must tend to my own Master now. Sleep well." Nick thanked him and watched as the Egyptian closed the door behind him. He undid his robe and let it drop to the floor, pooling into a silky heap at his feet. Nick slipped naked into the cool satin sheets and dropped his head onto the pillows. With his eyes closed, he was able to replay the horrible scene at the public market. His heart quickened as he recalled the hurtful, biting words said to him by Alik. He tossed and turned for awhile before finally snapping up into a sitting position. "This is ridiculous," he muttered to himself. "I'm being pathetic." Nick let out a breath and settled himself back into bed. Closing his eyes again, this time he dug further back into his memory bank, back to this morning and relived the small kisses of those he woke up to, the gentle caresses and loving words. Sighing to himself, the images soon became more and more vague as Nick finally drifted off to sleep. His body relaxed and his breathing evened. The long and tiring day was finally over. Even the sound of the phone ringing somewhere off in a different part of the house didn't wake him up. >>> Blasted, I've hit a huge writer's block and there's no detouring around it. Any suggestions (or even just comments) for the next part is welcomed. Thanks! Kai

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Date: Sun, 19 Aug 2001 06:26:15 -0400 (EDT) From: Kai Subject: Auctioned, chapter 5 Yes, yes... it's been a looOoOoong while since the last instalment. What can I say? It's been real hectic and things have just been starting to fall in place again *Thank God* heh heh... So..um... ENJOY!! --Kai- comments welcomed AUCTIONED PART V Nick snuggled closer to the warm body behind him. The strong arm that wrapped around his waist pulled him closer and warm lips showered light kisses along his neck. He sighed contentedly and turned his head around to meet those lips. The arm that held him gently nudged him onto his back and lovingly caressed his body as its owner's tongue aggressively worked its way into Nick's mouth and proceeded with an exhilarating mating ritual with Nick's own tongue. The hand that played over Nick's skin finally settled on one direction and made its way over his abdomen and beyond... Nick instinctively, and most eagerly, spread his legs apart and gasped delightfully into the other's mouth as the strong hand firmly encircled his achingly hard penis. The lips finally released him and continued along Nick's jaw and throat. His own mouth felt bruised and tingled, but his brain was too occupied with the pleasurable signals that it was bombarded with to neither bother with nor care. Nick moaned. The hand that had been stroking his hard shaft had now cupped his balls and gently massaged them as one lone finger peered out and rubbed along the sensitive tissue that was located right in front of his anus. The blond arched his back and dug his fingers into the muscles of his lover's back in distress. "Alik...," he moaned. "Please, Alik..." "Nick...," the other sighed. "Nick... Nick..." >>> "Nick!" Nick jerked up and looked around him in confusion. He was unfamiliar with his surroundings. His eyes rested on a dishevelled, tired and concerned looking Alik. It took him a mere split second to dawn on him what had happened and he blushed. Alik tilted his head, looking into his eyes, worry written on his face. "Nick, are you alright? You were calling my name." "I... I'm fine. I... I guess I was calling you out in my dream." Nick turned his head away; he could feel himself blushing even harder. He chanced a peek over at Alik to see what his reaction would be and thought he saw a glint of satisfaction pass over those amber eyes. He blinked his eyes to make sure but whatever it was, it was gone and those eyes focused in on him. Nick blinked again, but this time to look away. "Nikkos." Nick hesitantly looked up at the softly spoken word. Alik wore a gentle smile on his face. He reached out with his hand and drew his fingers across his forehead and down along his cheek. Nick closed his eyes and felt his body relax at the touch. "Please come home with me." He opened up his eyes again at the solemn request. Nick regarded Alik as he thought it over. The Greek looked back at him, expressionless. Nick wasn't sure of how to interpret that and seriously thought about refusing the request. As time passed and the two men silently regarded each other, Nick suddenly saw a light of desperation in the eyes of the powerful man before him. All hope was not lost! Nick smiled and nodded his head at last. It was like the dark clouds have parted and the sunlight was finally permitted to pass through. Alik's face shone with a brilliance Nick has never seen before, but yet seemed so hauntingly familiar. Alik leaned over to embrace him and gave him a kiss on the forehead. "My Nikkos, I am so happy you have decided to come home with me. I promise that you would not regret it." Nick gave himself totally into that embrace and knew deep in his heart that this is where he wants to really belong. His heart swelled and he suddenly knew that he has fallen in love with Alik. It was such an incredible revelation for him... but he somehow felt depressed at the thought. He pulled back and looked at Alik. It seemed impossible, but the Greek was even more good-looking and handsome when he smiled. And the smile was so carefree and innocently oblivious to Nick's feelings for him. The Canadian grinned up at him, as his heart ached for he knew the reason behind his sadness. >>> Alik looked down at Nick and saw the trust that was openly displayed within those emerald coloured eyes. Right then, he vowed to do everything within his power to keep Nick happy and content. He only wished that he knew what that was. They got up to dress and made their way downstairs. Kassel and Omar were already seated in the parlour, engaged in what looked like to be an intimate conversation. The two looked up when they heard them walk in. Kassel grinned up at them and stood up. "I take it that you slept well last night?" "Well enough. Thank you for putting up with us, Kassel," Alik said. "But now we must go. Perhaps one night you may do us the favour by having dinner with us?" "That can be easily arranged." Kassel walked the two men to the door and bid them farewell. Hand placed against the small of his back, Alik led Nick towards the sporty black coupe that was parked on the long driveway. He walked them over to the passenger side and opened up the door for Nick. The blond grinned at him sheepishly before stepping in. "Usually I'm the one who opens the door for the... um... girl," Nick lamely finished as Alik seated himself. Alik looked over at Nick, who was staring straight ahead through the windshield. He reached over and hooked a finger underneath Nick's chin and turned his head so that he was facing him. "Nikkos," he softly said, " never ever do I mean to imply that you are a girl. You are a very handsome and strong masculine. I never meant to insult you if I have." Nick blushed. "N..No, no Alik. I'm not insulted at all," he stammered. "It was just a weird thought that came to mind, that's all." Alik considered this for awhile before finally letting go and ignited the sports car. The engine purred at his touch and he smoothly put the car into gear and pulled out of the driveway and onto the long stretch of road that lay before them. The car responded to Alik's every manoeuvre and effortlessly hugged the tight curves despite the high speed it was outputting. The shocks absorbed every bump and crack on the road, making for a smooth and peaceful ride. And peaceful it was. The two men made no conversation, but instead they sat in a companionable silence, merely enjoying the other's presence. Soon enough, Alik pulled the car into the driveway of his own home. He smiled, amused, as he watched Nick quickly open up his own door. Together they walked towards the entrance as Alik thought about the work he needed to get done. "What the hell happened here?" Alik looked up and saw Nick examining the large crack that was on the doorframe. "I might have lost my temper somewhat yesterday." Alik shrugged. Nick looked up and raised an eyebrow at him. "MIGHT have?" Alik scowled at him and continued into the house. "I'll just call someone in to have it all fixed up." "Why? I'll just work on it myself." Alik turned around and thought this over. Nick frowned. "What? It's not like I don't do this for a living back home. Besides, it'll give me something to do while you're busy pushing papers around." "Very well, but I don't want to come back to find you hurt or something. And for your information I absolutely do NOT push papers around." "Hurt? What am I now?? A five-year old kid?" Nick tried to act indignant. Alik thought he was so cute and couldn't help but to bring him into a light embrace. He gave Nick a quick kiss on the nose. Nick laughed. "Okay, now I'm really convinced that you think I'm a five-year old kid." "Oh really?" Nick stopped laughing and swallowed hard as he saw the challenge in those amber eyes. The embrace tightened and he could feel the heat radiating off of the larger man. Hypnotised, he couldn't move as he saw Alik leaning in closer. Alik kissed him, and kissed him hard. It was all at once urgent and passionate. He pushed Nick up against a wall and deepened the kiss even more. His hands freely roamed the other's body and he could hear the soft whimpers, the gentle moans emitting from Nick. Alik took one of Nick's hands and placed it over his own aching cock. It demanded attention as it pulsed urgently into the touch. Alik broke away from the kiss and breathed hard against Nick's cheek. "Nikkos, see what you do to my body? I would be seriously concerned if this is the reaction I get as a result of a five-year old." He suddenly gasped as Nick wrapped his hand firmly around his arousal. Groaning, he retrieved his mouth and engulfed Nick into another hard kiss. Hands roamed all over as the two tried to bring the other one closer and various levels of sighs and moans could be heard throughout the foyer. "My Nikkos, you do not know how desperate I am right now to rip your clothes off and to make mad love to you right here, right now with the door wide open for the whole world to see." Nick yearned to make that thought into a reality, but instead he reluctantly pulled away. Alik looked at him, confused. "Nikkos?" "We still have a lot of unsolved issues we need to work out." Nick frowned to himself; was that HIM saying that? His throat constricted as he saw Alik pull back and the passion that was in those eyes before immediately froze up into amber ice. Gone were any expression from that handsome face and a cold, calculated Alik now stood before him. Nick blink, it was literally a Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde transformation. "Alik?" he asked tentatively. "You're right. We shouldn't do anything that we would both regret until we know where this relationship is going. I will be leaving now; I have a lot of work I needed to catch up on since I was rather... occupied yesterday." He turned on his heel to leave. "I will see you tonight, Nick," he added over his shoulder as he left the room. Nick concentrated on his breathing as he waited for his heart to stop beating so hard. He hurt. He hurt so much. The man that he loves has just walked out on him. Forlornly, he walked up the stairs and into the room that he shared with Alik. He stood in the middle of the room and stared around helplessly. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a wrinkled up looking piece of scrap sitting on the dresser. Nick picked it up and saw that it was the airline ticket back to Vancouver. The dye from the printing has run but the inscriptions were still legible. Det must have picked it up and left it here. Nick considered his options as he thoughtfully fingered the ticket stub between his fingers. Perhaps he should just leave this place and resume life in Vancouver. It was obvious that he annoyed the hell out of Alik and he seemed to be nothing but a source of nuisance. A tear escaped and flowed down the side of his face. Nick let it fall; it seemed that the only thing he was good for around here was to provide a source of sex, and if he's not giving it out then Alik is not finding him to be of any use. No wonder he was so eager to leave the room, he thought bitterly, he probably needed to find another source of outlet for his frustrations. So why did he stay? He stared hard at the ticket stub as if the answer was hidden amongst the blurry writing. Nick sighed; it was because he was in love with Alik. It was silly of him to even consider going back to Vancouver and live life as it was before... how can he even imagine life without Alik? No, he would stay here. Even if it meant that everyday he would have to face the fact that Alik did not return his love, at least he would get some slice of happiness by being with him. And all he needed to do was to keep him pleased in bed so that the Greek would not get tired of him. Determined with his decision, Nick took the ticket in both hands and neatly ripped it down the middle, and let the two pieces fall to the ground. He knew that there was no turning back now. >>> Alik threaded his way through the thick traffic. The sporty coupe gave no complaints, but instead responded eagerly to the aggressive driving. He laid on the horn and muttered profanities as a Mercedes cut him off while instantly slowing down. He gritted his teeth and geared down for more power as he switched over to the next lane, overtook the offending car and swiftly inserted himself back into his original lane. He smirked to himself as he looked into his rear-view mirror to find that the Mercedes now kept quite some distance between them. He was frustrated. He mentally kicked himself for letting what almost happened earlier at the house. Here he was telling himself that he going to give Nick some space and not make a move on him and what does he do instead?? He goes and nearly attacks the Canadian, coming so close to raping the other man. Theos, he muttered, how did he ever let himself loose his self control like that? Somewhat lost in his thoughts, he briefly glanced up and to his horror he saw a flash of red. He slammed both of his feet into the brake pedal and tightened his grip around the steering wheel. Alik felt the vibration at his feet as the ABS kicked in and the car came to a screeching halt just about a mere foot away from the horrified pedestrians that froze in place at the crosswalk. He stared, wide-eyed, and let out a long breath of air. Alik watched as the people in front of him finally gathered their wits and scampered away. What was happening to him? Why was he losing so much of his control all of the sudden? Then it came to him. Nick. He could not seem to be able to think clearly simply because the Canadian occupied his every thought. Is this what love is? he wondered. To think about the other person day in and day out, to want to be in the other's presence for every moment was to be cherished, to want to spend forever with them... Alik pulled the sports car to the side and parked it, letting the engine run idle. He leaned back into the headpiece and rested his hands on the bottom of the steering wheel. Was he now truly in love with Nick? He surprised himself by smiling, as he knew that he could no long deny the true answer. He basked in this new-found feeling of delight when his mobile rang. >>> "Terzakis," he answered, somewhat annoyed with the disruption. "Master, I'm sorry to call you but I think you should come home now." A female voice spewed Arabic into his ear. "Det? Calm down Det. What's going on at home?" He stiffened, had something happened to Nick? "Your white-haired man... he is tearing up the front door!" Alik laughed with relief. "Is that all? I told him that he could. I cracked it by accident last night." "Is that right? Well, I still think you should come home, Sir." Det did not sound convinced. "Don't worry, Det. I trust Nick to not do anything stupid." "No, it's not that, Master. I'm afraid that he's got quite the collection of admirers right outside our door. All are eager to help him. I've tried to urge them away, but they don't listen because their brains are too busy ogling." "A collection of... what?? I'm coming home." He abruptantly disconnected the call and pulled his car back into traffic. At the next available light he pulled a 180 and sped home. He felt his temper rise as he came to a halt in his driveway and saw the small collection of men that hovered around the front door. In the middle of it all was Nick. He stood up against the coupe and surveyed this scene. Nick wore only a pair of shorts, which was reasonable considering the intense heat. To his credit, Nick had also found another bandanna and wore that over his hair. But, looking at him from a distance, Alik could see that it did very little to hide the true nature of his hair. Nick's eyebrows glistened like gold under the sunlight and the hair under his arms were too light to go unnoticed every time he lifted up his arms to take a measurement or such. Alik saw that Nick had already put in a new frame. All it needed was a coat of paint, or varnish, or whatever the hell it was that you put on it. He grimaced, as he knew that carpentry was definitely not his forte. Alik crossed his arms over his chest and watched coolly from behind his sunglasses. Men that were supposedly happily married or equivalent to such were amongst the crowd. He watched the way Nick handled himself. To his pleasure, he saw that the blond regarded the crowd around him with annoyance and ignored their flirtatious advances. Alik narrowed his eyes as he watched one bold fellow encircle Nick around the waist and brushed his hands over the flat abdomen. Alik growled but stays put as he watches how Nick handles the situation. The blond snapped at the other man and fiercely shoved him up against the newly installed doorframe. This took the offender by surprise, but the feeling was brief for he grinned at Nick and placed his hands over Nick's. Disgusted, Nick pulled his hand away, but the other man held on firmly. The offender wasn't necessarily larger than Nick, but he was very heavy-set and with some effort he had managed to wrestle Nick against the other side of the doorframe and locked him into a tight embrace. Alik stiffened and made his way towards the crowd, who were now cheering and encouraging the offender. As if they could sense his rage, the crowd quietens down as they see Alik approaching and they parted for him like the Red Sea. Oblivious to what was going on, the fat neighbour continued to vie for a kiss from the struggling Nick. >>> "Mir, how are the wife and kids?" asked a cold voice. Mir froze at what he was doing and released the beauty that was in his arms. He turned around and to his dismay, he saw Alik standing right behind him. The formidable man had his arms crossed in front of his chest, making him look ever so more intimidating. The hard mouth was set in a grim line and he saw his own nervous image reflecting back to him from the black lenses of Alik's sunglasses. "A..Alik," he stammered. He could feel the sweat poring down his face. He took out a small handkerchief and nervously wiped it away. "What do you think you are doing?" Alik growls softly. Mir laughs nervously. "A..Alik, w..we were just p..playing around. N..no harm done, r..right?" The Greek said nothing but just continued to stare down at him. Mir shifted his feet and continued to wipe away at his face. He hesitantly clears his throat, afraid of further irritating his powerful neighbour in any way. To his utter amazement, Alik smiled down at him. He smiled back, unsure. There was something disturbing about the way the Greek smiled; it was the way a cat smiles down at a mouse. "You're right, Mir. No harm done. We'll just pretend that this never happened." "W..Why, Alik... that was just what I was thinking." Mir continues to laugh nervously. Alik looked at him, bored. "You may go now," he dismissed. Relieved, Mir turned away and followed after the disassembling crowd. "Oh, and Mir?" He halted and quickly turned around. The Greek's attention was no longer on him, but was on his companion. His expression has softened as he reached out to take the scrap of material away from his companion's head. Mir gasped at amazing colour that he saw hidden beneath. But the voice that continued to speak to him was still cold. "If I should ever catch your face around here ever again, I will personally make sure that your wife knows what a pathetic loser her husband is and make it my prime operative to ensure that she sees you for the fat, lazy, unfaithful opportunist that you are." A pair of hard amber eyes slowly focussed in on him. "Am I to be understood?" Mir opened his eyes in horror. "P..Perfectly clear." "Good," Alik smiled icily. He instantly softened up again as he turned his attention back to the blond and placed a gentle kiss into the soft hair. For some reason, Mir still stood where he was. Alik noticed this and threw a snarl at him. "Why in Ra's name am I still looking at your face?" The obese Egyptian fumbled where he was and quickly high-tailed his way back to his own residence. He rushed through the doors and slammed them shut. Instinctively, he took out his rag and began to wipe away at his face again. His breathing was short and shallow at the unexpected exercise his body received. His wife walked into the room at the loud noise. She looked concerned. "Mir? Is everything okay? You look like you have seen a ghost." Mir shuddered and hustled into the other room with her. "No, my dear wife. Not a ghost. Nothing to worry about." He gave her a quick peck on the cheek and sent her away. Shrugging, she gave him a pat on his own soft face and walked off. Mir tried to picture her with lovely blonde hair, and sighed to himself, feeling very unsatisfied with the poor image. >>> "Nikkos, are you alright?" Alik asked in concern. "If he hurt you in any way let me know, I will not think twice to destroy him." Nick marvelled at the look of furor on his face. Nick smoothed his thumb over the other's face and saw it calm down considerably. "My white knight in shining armour," he murmurs. Nick sees Alik blush! He did a double take and to his amazement, he did detect a slight hint of redness on those high cheekbones. Then Alik turns away, annoyed with by his exposed vulnerability. "Is it a crime to be upset when I see a filthy beast pawing over someone I care about?" Nick holds his breath. "You care about me?" His heart stopped beating, waiting for an answer. Alik looks at him, confused. "Of course I care about you, Nikkos. I've grown to really like you and consider you to be someone very important in my life." Nick releases his breath and tries to hide his disappointment. ...LIKE you... "Well, anyway, I'm almost finished with this frame." Nick swiftly changes the topic. "It wasn't too hard to fix up. All it needs now is just a coat of finish and it'll be as good as new." Alik doesn't say anything but quietly stares at him. Nick realises that he was babbling and eventually shuts up. Under the thoughtful gaze he feels exposed and shifts his eyes, afraid that Alik might be able to read into his disappointment. "Um... so I'm going to go start on the finish," he lamely adds. Alik frowns slightly. "Nikkos, is there something else you wanted to tell me?" "No." Nick thought that his heart was pounding so hard against his chest that surely Alik must have been able to hear it. "What makes you think that?" The Greek considered this and shrugs. "Never mind then. I am actually going to finish my work here at home. I will see you at dinner time, yes?" Nick nodded and watched as the other man stride away. Nick muttered to himself as soon as Alik was out of earshot. Like? LIKE?? I like my friends," he mumbled. "I like blue, and I like Chinese food. I particularly would like to strangle a particular Greek's neck." Nick attacked the framework with a sander. "Just wait till I'm through with him tonight."

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From: D One Subject: A New Life Date: Sat, 20 Mar 1999 05:34:56 GMT He lay naked face down on the floor when he awoke. The room was warm enough, but stark. There were no windows, no bars, only a frosted over skylight which illuminated the room. The floor and walls were black..... Crunden moved stretching his muscles...and flexing to see if he had any damage. It had been a while since his abduction..or what he assumed was abduction. It seemed only moments ago, he had sat at the bar drinking as many beers as he could pay for..and a few that others paid for. LIfe was dull, lonely and frustrating for him. "Go to the Blowpit" a voice told him when he complained at the first bar he went to. "Why?" he asked. "It's where your kind belong..and where you need to go" the voice was calm, assured and belonged to a pleasant faced man who put a hand on his thigh when he made a point. He didn't move it away..nor did he leave. There was warmth in the mans voice and hand for that matter. How did the stranger know about him? He was masculine, clean cut, with a tatooed shoulder that showed because of his sleeveless tee shirt. He was there because he needed to escape the asshole he called a father..the belt and bat the man used on him whenever he felt like it. He hated the sight of his whimpering mother and his brother who sat there displaying his double belly line and laughing at his peril. And so he went. The Blowpit was a bar on the other side of town...away from most stores and businesses nestled behind several warehouses. In the daytime, that area was busy with trucks unloading, cars coming and going. But at night it was deserted except for the little corner storefront bar with a blue neon sign spelling out "Blowpit". He had been there before..a .ong time ago. It was the first bar of its' kind he had visited in fact..and the first time he went to another man's home to fuck. It wasn't his first time having sex with a man though. His Dad had introduced him to that long ago. He had returned to provide pleasure to his Dad often after that and got used to his older brother watching, making rude comments and calling him demeaning names. He was a "faggot" he knew that. How his father knew, he didn't know. If his mother knew, he didn't know either. But after that first time, long long ago, he knew he liked the sensations...eventhough he didn't like his own father. The bar was busy. He drank and drank, talked and listened. Scanned the room for a man who he migh twant to spend the night with....or longer. But after he left the bathroom, he felt dizzy. He felt hands holding him..guiding him and soon the light was gone. So there he was naked and alone in the room. Absentmindedly he flicked at his cock and balls. Then he stared. Where there had been a thick patch of curly hair, there was none. His chest too, once coated with curly hair was now smooth. His arms were smooth as were his legs. He stood looking around and ran his hands through the hair on his head..but there too, was none. His head was totally smooth. He realized the only thing on his body was a wide collar which was loose but fixed..and a lock of some sort was dangling from a metal loop at the buckle. His cock seemed to harden at the realization yet his balls shrank at his concerns about the unknown. A noice like electronic beeping sounded and he looked towards it. A television screen high above his head appeared and on it he watched images of himself being harried, stripped, shaven, fucked and collared. Then it he saw his naked body being carried into the very room where he now was. "You are now our slaveboy. You have no life, no home, no family and only our service is your concern. It's what you said you wanted. If not, you may leave through that door" A whirring sound distracted him to see an opening appear behind him. A door to be sure. His cock was still hard from watching the tape of his body being used and turned into what he now was....he realized it was indeed what he said he had wanted..and what he indeed did want. He turned away from the door..content to follow his fate...to be what and who he was....and had become. It was a new life..he needed, wanted and would lead for the rest of his life.

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Date: Tue, 27 Feb 2001 01:36:33 -0500 (EST) From: Kai Subject: Auctioned-part 4 Just a warning to let you know that there are no sex scenes in this chapter. I'm feeling quite distressed these days =P But I hope you enjoy it anyway. Comments and feedback are always appreciated! --Kai-- ps... Midterms suck! AUCTIONED IV "Goddammit!" Alik slammed the entrance door shut; yet not quite satisfied with the amount of ringing and wood shuddering that resulted. He did not even think twice of the crack in the frame that developed from the sudden impact. "He is not at the bathhouse, he is not at any of the cafes and we have checked every shop in that blasted market. How hard can it possibly be for a blond foreigner to disappear into thin air?" Yuri stood silently, patiently listening to his employer blast out an explicit list of Arabic and English syllables. He was certain that some Greek ones easily made it into that list as well. A piece of paper by the hall phone caught his eye and he went to retrieve it as Alik continued on with his uproar. A name and phone number was written, highlighted as urgent. No other detail of the nature of this phone call was offered. Yuri looked up and watched as his Greek employer had now resolved to pacing. He knew that the violent outlet was just this great man's way of masking his fear for the missing Canadian. Yuri smiled wryly to himself... that man would never admit it, but he has grown quite fond of the golden haired foreigner. He has never seen his emotionless employer react in any other way before, except for the occasional calculated cold detachment of feelings. "Sir," Yuri began, "You should take a look at this." Alik stopped prowling for a moment and looked every bit the predator in that stance. He glared at the piece of paper in Yuri's hand. "Do I look like I have time to make idle chatter on the phone?" he asked incredulously. He resumed his pacing. "It might have something to do with Nick, Sir," Yuri offered. He shrugged slightly. "There really is no harm in trying." Alik scowled and snatched the piece of scrap from the Egyptian's hand and, almost resentfully, punched the numbers in as written. >>> The phone rang and Kassel picked it up on the second shrill. "Hello?" he inquired. "I need to speak with Kassel Eraydu," the other voice barked. "This is he," Kassel retained a calm voice despite the other's rude nature. "This is Alik Terzakis. You required my utmost priority in returning your call it seems." Kassel settled down into his leather recliner and leaned back. "Ahh... Mr. Terzakis. I have been anxiously waiting for your phone call. How are you this evening?" "Mr. Eraydu, I am an extremely busy man, as I am sure you are as well. Let's get to the heart of this conversation. What is it that you need from me?" Alik breathed impatiently. "Mr. Terzakis," Kassel injected, "It is not what I need from you, but it is what you need from me." Kassel heard laughter in the voice. "You sound rather confident of yourself. Alright then, let's hear what you have to offer me that I can possibly be interested in." Kassel smiled. "Mr. Terzakis, I have in bed a certain beauty, possessing the energy of the sun's light in his hair. His eyes are the most delightful shade of green..." >>> Alik froze and he clutched onto the phone receiver until his knuckles became white and the plastic underneath creak. His eyes glared brightly. >>> "... I believe he said his name is Nick. He was wearing quite an interesting piece of jewellery around his neck..." "If you so much as touch a strand of his hair, I swear in the name of Ra I will..." "Mr. Terzakis," Kassel soothed. "Please calm yourself. I am your ally, not your foe. I am merely calling to assure you that your lovely companion is safely kept within my residence for the time being." "Give me your address," Alik commanded. "In good timing I will. But first I need to know that you are in good standing with him. He does not seem to be too pleased with you at the moment." He heard the Greek on the other line sigh heavily. "I have said some upsetting things that I have regret saying." "Ah, a lover's quarrel perhaps?" "Mr. Eraydu, you can call it whatever you want but it really is not any of your concern now is it? I can be physically abusing him if I so choose and you still will be obligated to give him back to me under decorum." Now it was Kassel's turn to sigh. "Mr. Terzakis, you are absolutely correct. Fortunately, I did not detect any sigh of physical trauma, no deep welts, no bruises, no scars. However, what I did find is a poor soul sitting exposed to the harmful sun, looking absolutely miserable and tired. And in that soul I also found someone who is reluctant to talk about his Master; instead he withdraws himself from his surroundings at just the thought or mere mention of the man." Alik remained silent as he considered this. "Mr. Eraydu," he finally spoke up, "I need to make amends with Nick. Please let me do this, tell me where I can find him." "Of course I will tell you." Kassel smiled into the receiver. "I have never intended to keep you two separated, Mr. Terzakis. I had only wanted assurance that you were no threat to Nick." He relayed the necessary information to the other man and then placed the receiver back onto its cradle. He looked up when he heard a soft knock at his door. It was his beloved Omar. The younger man approached him, walking gracefully and a smile on his lips. "Master..." he purred. Kassel returned the smile and opened his arms out. Omar walked into them and Kassel pulled him onto his lap, one hand supporting Omar around the waist and the other one rubbing soothingly across his back. Kassel kissed him along the clavicle and inhaled the scent of his skin. "Mmm... You smell good." "It must have been from the bath I gave to our young guest." Omar reached out and played with his master's hair. "I must say, he is very beautiful." He sounded somewhat wistful. Kassel continued to kiss but chuckled lightly against the skin at that spoken comment. "Omar, are you fishing for compliments? Very well, my love, the ray of your beauty pales those of the foreigner. Only a fool would choose someone whose hair is sickly white when they can drown themselves into the midnight power of your hair and eyes. And what kind of a name is "Nick" anyway? Is that not also what they call an irritating little cut?" Omar tried to frown sternly, but failed and laughed, secretly pleased by what his master said. "My Lord, I believe I am in love with you." Kassel raised an eyebrow at him. "I surely hope so. Unless you have an identical twin, that I am unaware of, who has been claiming to have loved me for the last ten years." His companion grinned, his black eyes sparkling back at him. "So now, tell me what you think of our young guest?" He loved the way Omar's eyes lightened as he considered this. "I must say that when I first heard of the great Alik Terzakis having taken in a companion, I have pictured the man differently. I imagined a weak will that would succumb to every wish, whim and command of his master. But, I see a flame of defiance in Nick. He is a stronger breed of mind and thought. I only hope that the cold, overbearing power that Terzakis has been reputed to have won't smother that flame and will." Kassel nodded and gazed lovingly at Omar. "I am glad that I have not destroyed your own flame." Omar looked him in the eyes. "My Lord, do not think that it has not come close to extinguishing a few times." Kassel winced visibly. Omar reached up, with his left hand, to caress his master's face, tenderly. "But, my love, you finally came through and now, fuelled by the strength of our love, it is burning stronger than ever." Kassel reached for the hand that caressed him and looked down at it, his eyes focussing on the golden band that encircled the fourth finger. The simple dark green initials of his own insignia imprinted it. He kissed the jewellery and looked up, lost in the dark depths of his lover's eyes. "I love you, Omar." "As I love you, Kassel." The two met each other in an embrace and shared a kiss that only two who truly loved each other can share. >>> Alik sat back in the leather seat as he carefully regarded the man sitting comfortably across from him. Kassel Eraydu, another powerful man in the industry, was perhaps five years older than his own 35. His build was not as formidable as Alik's is, but Alik knew that the Egyptian could be a challenging adversary if he chose to. He sat with a calm aura around him, letting himself be freely studied by the Greek. He sat patiently, waiting to answer any questions that Alik may have. Next, Alik studied the younger man who sat close to Kassel. He sat with his feet tucked underneath him, and an arm draping behind Kassel. Alik guessed him to be about 30, but the wisdom he saw in those eyes, that openly studied him in return, contradicted that. "Where is Nick?" he finally spoke up. He was surprised when Kassel began to smile, laughing slightly. The younger Egyptian said nothing, but continued his own quiet assessment of Alik. The Greek frowned, a little disconcerted by the two. "What do you find so humorous, Mr. Eraydu?" Kassel subdued his laughter and smiled at his visitor. "I insist that we forgo the formalities and that you call me Kassel. Do you mind... Alik?" Alik shook his head. "Now, I do not mean to appear rude but your bluntness amuses me. Those that talk of you were not kidding when they say you cut into the heart of the matter like a master surgeon." Alik raised an eyebrow at him. "Shall I take that as a compliment?" Kassel grinned at him. "Such solemness. You must not be so serious all the time, Alik." Alik smiled back wryly. "I thank you for your concern. Now, forgive me for being blunt once more, but I ask again, where is Nick?" "What are your intentions for that man?" Amber eyes narrowed. "What do you mean what my intentions are? Why do I suddenly feel like I'm seeking a father's permission to take his daughter out?" "Alik, you have a reputation for being a cold, heartless, uncaring man. I have seen the path that your wrath may take, however I find that you always act fair and justly. You must never expose Nick to that. He is unaccustomed to our ways and you should be forgiving." "I see gossip travels much quicker than I have anticipated." "Well, you could have resolved it in a more subtle manner, you needn't have overreacted and humiliated him in public like that." "Kassel, why the sudden interest in Nick? Why are you acting like his caretaker?" "No Alik, answer me first. Are you here for Nick because he ran away or because he scared you?" The Greek glared at the other man, who has now adopted an intense attitude himself. The room was silent as the two challenged each other. The tension in the room was almost static and tangible. Kassel was the first to break that silence. "Very well, I did not expect you to answer that question anyway. But what about this one... Did Nick run away from you because he despises you, or because he's terrified of you?" Alik sucked in his breath and widen his eyes slightly at the other man. Kassel had not spoken in a resentful cutting tone; instead he voiced concern and sincerity. "When one scares and the other terrifies..." Kassel shakes his head ruefully. "That cannot be the way to a long lasting relationship." "Tell me what you know of long lasting relationships," Alik coolly requests. "I am most interested." "More than you would believe, my young friend," Kassel sighs. "I know your type. You are a powerful authority who is used to having things run in a smooth, calculated manner. You are helpless when it comes down to anything impulsive and uncontrolled. You have no idea how to behave when it comes to Nick. It frustrates you that he does not act in the manner in which you are accustomed to. You have trouble relaying this new found frustration and confusingly take it out on Nick." "I have had enough of this idle chit chat. It is you who are confused about me. How can you possibly understand what is going on between me and Nick?" Alik was enraged. Here was this stranger describing almost exactly how he felt; it was as if the Egyptian can read into his thoughts, clearly voicing out what Alik himself have been so unsure of for the last few hours. And Alik despises the other man for effortlessly understanding his own feelings more than Alik himself did! "Now are you going to tell me where Nick is, or do I have to tear through this house myself and..." "Do you love him?" Alik stopped in mid-sentence and stared at the man who sat beside Kassel. The inquiry was spoken so softly that Alik wasn't sure he heard correctly. The man stared back at him, calmly and faintly curious. "What did you say?" The man tilted his head and stared at Alik expectantly. "Do you love Nick?" "Of course not," Alik replied bluntly. "Liar," he whispered. Alik glared at him yet the man continued to remain calm, never breaking his stare. Kassel moved and whispered something into his ear. "Certainly, My Lord," was the response and he got up to leave the room, but not before placing a kiss upon Kassel's lips. >>> Kassel watches fondly as Omar walks out of the room. He felt that the Greek was about to short fuse and decided that his lover's challenge to him did not help matters. "Forgive Omar, Alik. He can be quite opinionated at times, but that is what I love about him." He heard Alik grunt something incomprehensible. Kassel smiled at him and shrugged his shoulder. "We have been together for over 10 years now, which is quite remarkable if you consider what we went through those first few months." He felt, more than saw, Alik calm down. He continued on with his explanation. "I was much like you are today, Alik. I grew up with servants around me to do as I beckoned, everything was done my way and the word "no" was never used on me. And should that word every managed to rear its ugly head at me, I threw God-awful tantrums at the poor soul who didn't know any better. "This continued on into adulthood, where I grew to be a cruel, heartless entrepreneur. I have by now acquired this huge empire, yet I had no one to share it with. I thought I would take care of that problem by getting myself a companion. That is where Omar comes into my life." Kassel chuckled at the memory. "I was naive to think that I can easily control and manipulate him in any way that I wanted. But he challenged and defied me in everything and anything. I had never been so frustrated in my life! I wanted to wring that lovely neck of his more times then I'd care to count. "Then one day, I swear that Omar had stepped on my last nerve. I did a horrible thing and slapped the back of my hand hard across his face." Kassel took a deep breath as recalling the memory of that day begin to hurt. "The look of fear in his face was bad enough, but then he ran off on me. I went after him, and my heart froze as I saw him running right into the direction of a moving vehicle. I yelled at him to stop, but he wasn't listening, he only wanted to get away from me. The driver never saw him either, he was too fast." Kassel paused and looked up at his visitor. Alik was staring at him in slight horror. His mouth opened to voice something, but words never came out. Kassel shook his head and shrugged again. "As you can see, Omar is back to his self again and I have learned a great lesson from that ordeal. I am a changed man now, Alik. I do not regret what I am today. You may think I am weak for having softened to a servant, but that day when I realized that I can not imagined life without Omar, however exasperating he can be, was the day that I came to also realize that I have fallen in love with him. With that confession he no longer was my servant, but became my equal. "Alik, I did not bear my most vulnerable moment in life to you so that you can ridicule it and use it for your own empowerment. I tell it to you so that you can learn from my foolish mistakes and avoid making those yourself. When I found Nick, looking as he was, all alone in the market, I knew that he was in misery. Then, I saw your insignia around his neck, and knowing your reputation, I was concerned for both Nick and yourself. I was afraid that history might repeat itself in the form of you two and I was determined to interject." "Kassel," Alik said slowly. "I am honoured that you shared your story with me. You are right, I am quite frustrated when it comes to Nick. I have no idea what comes over me when I'm around him. I feel like I'm not in control, a feeling I am unaccustomed to." He closed his eyes and breathed deeply. "I have never been more scared in my life when I couldn't find Nick anywhere in that damned market. I began to envision him being abducted and raped and God-knows-what, and I do not think that I would have been able to forgive myself if any of that had happened to him." Kassel smiled at the younger man. "Alik, my only suggestion is to take it slowly, one day at a time. Learn to be patient. Show him that you are human; let your guard down. I promise you that he will not judge you, nor look at you any less." He got up and motioned for the Greek to follow suit. "I will take you to Nick now." >>> It was the time for the sun to retire as Helios draws it away in his great chariot across the brilliantly red sky. He confidently steers his army of fiery horses and heads in the western direction. The magnificent Apollo supervises the activity from his stance by the large bay windows. The warm rays from the golden orb reflect off the dark hair and flawlessly bronze skin. This God of Light detects movement behind him and he turns his head away from the spectacular view of the sunset. He offers a smile that reaches his eyes, eyes like the brilliant sun itself. "Hello, Nick." Nick smiles back, still in a dreamlike haze. For a brief moment, he wonders how this beautiful being knows his name. "Apollo," he whispers. Nick watches as the God before him tilts his head in amusement. "Did you sleep well?" "Yes," he sighs as he feels himself succumbing to the persuasion of sleep once more. His eyelids fought to stay wide opened as Apollo moves from his stance by the window and approaches towards him. The Greek God sits on the side of the bed beside Nick and reaches a hand out to stroke tenderly through Nick's hair. Relaxed and content with this gesture, Nick lets his eyes close and falls back into a peaceful slumber. >>> Can he imagine life without Nick? Of course he can. Riiight... for about as long as you can live life without oxygen. Alik scowls at himself, but softened again as he gazes down at the man sleeping by his side. He runs his fingers through the soft silky strands of the blond hair and carefully bends down to inhale its scent. Tea tree? Nick stirs slightly as Alik holds his breath in, trying not to awaken the man. It somewhat frightens him how in a matter of just a few days the Canadian have made such an impact on him. He considered the conversation he had with Kassel and tried to assess his feelings concerning Nick. It was true; he cared deeply for the man. But love?? Alik shook his head in confusion and stares out the window from where he sat. The sky by now had darkened and stars began to appear. Nick had thought he was Apollo. Alik chuckled slightly, greatly flattered by the mistaken identity. But Nick could have easily been mistaken for a God himself. Alik studies the sleeping form: the perfectly tanned skin, the arch of the nose, the strong lines of the jaw... Alik can easily imagine the emerald coloured iris that hid behind the delicate skin over the eyes. Taking his study further downwards, he marvelled at the lines of the musculature: the rise of the trapezius and pectorals, the valleys between the abdominal layers and deltoids. Nick shifted in his sleep and innocently buries his face into Alik's lap. Alik gritted his teeth and felt himself hardening. Theos, he suddenly felt depressingly adolescent as every line in his body yearned to wake Nick up to make mad love to him. But he will not. He promised himself that he would not inflict any more pain upon Nick and having sex against his will is certainly not going to help him uphold that vow. Alik silently fought this internal conflict within him when he suddenly felt a stirring in his lap, and he was quite sure that his own anatomy was not the cause of the light movement. He looked down straight into the green eyes of Nick. The blond blinked a few times, clearly confused. "Alik?" he asked. Alik reached out to stroke along Nick's face. He let out a breath he had not realized he was holding when Nick did not flinch away at the touch. "Nikkos," he began. "It is not easy for me to say this. I want to apologize to you for my actions earlier today. I had no right to demean you like that in public. I had no right to treat you like an incompetent. And I certainly had no right to pull a hierarchical attitude on you. "I should have explained my reasoning for the way I wanted you to behave in public. I did not want to make you feel like an underclassman, but I simply wanted you to act like all other companions so that you would not draw attention to yourself. And dammit, I was so scared when I turned around and I no longer found you walking behind us. I thought that you were abducted. When instead I found you standing there, looking at the souvenirs and I was so relieved that I did not know how to express it. Anger took over and my first instinct was to take you back home where no harm can come to you." Alik took one of Nick's hands in his own and held it tightly. "Nikkos, I am sorry. My actions are inexcusable but I hope that you will find it in your heart to forgive me. But I will certainly understand if you choose not to." Alik stared down into the eyes of the other man and waited. Various emotions played through the expressive eyes and Alik was relieved that hatred did not appear to be amongst them. But spirits of Ra, beautiful as he was the blond man would not put him out of his misery for not a word had been spoken. "Nikkos, please say something," Alik appealed. "Even if it is just to say that you can no longer stand the sight of me and that you wish to be left alone, just say anything I beg you." "Alik," Nick whispered. "You are hurting me." Alik looked down at the hand he still held, now in a vice-like grip, and quickly let go. "Theos," Alik muttered. "My God, I cannot seem to be able to do anything right, except to hurt you. Perhaps I should go now." "Alik," Nick ignored the pain that lingered in his hand and reached out to grab the retreating man. The Greek looked down at him questionably. "Please don't leave me." He waited as Alik resumed his position at his side on the bed. "I did not accept your offer to return home to Vancouver yesterday, nor will I accept it today. But you are right; you should have explained yourself and your decisions to me earlier before you went all out with this "Great Lord" attitude. I am staying here on my own free will when I declined your offer of my freedom. It seemed like you were taking that fact for granted and decided to treat me like your acquired property anyway. "However, I abided by your wishes without putting up too much of a fight, and then you decide you needed to humiliate me in front of strangers anyways." Tears began to pool along the edges of his eyes and he angrily brushed them away. "You wouldn't let me explain myself, you wouldn't even hear my apology!" Nick was screaming by now. The tears were now freely streaking down his face and he could not make out anything more than blurry images. Alik sat there, taking in all the words as if they were direct physical blows. And he deserved every one of them. But it hurt him more to see Nick in such a distressed condition. "I BEGGED for your forgiveness, and you threw my apology right over your shoulder!" Nick continued. "What makes you think that I wouldn't do the same to you?" "I would never think in a million years that you would accept my apology, Nikkos," Alik spoke quietly. The honesty in that voice touched Nick and brought him back down to a calm state. The tears ceased and began to dry. Nick frustratedly ran his hands through his hair and turned to look at the solemn man sitting next to him. The emotionless amber eyes stared back, waiting. Nick imagined seeing those expressionless eyes once sparkling with warmth and smile. But he could not recall how that image ever implanted itself into his head. "Alik," he whispered, "It is getting late. Lay down with me... sleep with me tonight. We will continue this conversation tomorrow morning when we are thinking more with our minds and less with our hearts." Alik nodded and got up to undress. He turned his back to Nick as he unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off his broad shoulders. Nick stared hungrily from where he sat, watching the taut back muscles stretch and flex with each movement. His hands yearned to reach out to touch the yielding skin overlying the firm hardness of flesh. His heart ached as he watched Alik step out of his pants and socks. Nick watched as the powerful muscles on the two legs contract and lengthened as Alik moved to carefully drape his clothes on the back of a chair. Nick wished that Alik would take him in his arms and assure him that everything will be all right. He wished that Alik would kiss him senseless and make slow, passionate love to him all night long. He wished that Alik would care for him almost as much as Nick did for him. But... did he LOVE Alik? Nick sighed inwardly in despair, as he knew that he was pretty darn close to falling for the Greek. He shifted his gaze away as Alik turned towards the bed, for it actually hurt to look at someone who didn't share such deep feelings. >>> Alik decided to keep his boxers on. As he slowly hung his clothes on the chair, he painfully urged his erection to dissipate. The last thing he needed was to scare Nick into thinking that he would try to make sexual advances, however much he wanted to. The other man must not even be conscious of how seductive and tempting he looks, simply sitting there in bed with his hair all dishevelled and wrapped loosely in nothing but a layer of satin sheet. Finally, he was somewhat satisfied with the state of his libido and turned towards the bed, just in time to catch Nick jerking his gaze away from him. Alik sighed inwardly. Already he cannot stand the sight of me, he thought. Oh, how he wished he could take Nick into his arms and kiss all his worries away. How he wished he could make love to him all night long and reassure him that everything will be okay. But he mustn't... not even to touch for the act of Nick recoiling from his touch would simply be too much for Alik to bear. As Alik stood next to the bed, Nick shifted over so that there was plenty of room for Alik to lay on. When Alik slid in between the sheets, there was enough room between them still so that they could easily avoided touching the other. The two men lay on their respective sides, both painfully aware of the other's presence across from them. Silently and fitfully, they slowly surrendered to sleep. >>> Omar contentedly listened to the heartbeat of his lover as he lay his head upon Kassel's chest. The older man absently stroked Omar's back as he rested against the pillows, slowly drifting off to sleep. "The yelling have stopped. Do you suppose everything is better now?" Omar wondered aloud. "I'm sure that they will resolve their conflict," Kassel yawned. "Haiti, go to bed now. I am not as young as I used to be, I don't think I can keep up with you anymore." Kassel opened up one eye and tried to peer down sternly at his love. Omar grinned up at him. "I will slow down to your pace. Anything for you." He reached to kiss him on the sternum and snuggled up again to listen to that steady heartbeat. He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, content in knowing that he was in the arms of a man who loves him. >>> The moonlight filtered through the window and kissed the two men who now lay asleep in bed. Some time in the middle of the night, as if drawn by an invisible magnetic force, the two bodies began to instinctively reach for the other, coming together as one in the middle of the bed. Nick lay on his side with his back to Alik, who held him firmly against his chest. Alik's arm wrapped around Nick's flat stomach in a possessive, but protective hold. Their legs became entwined with each other's. Their breathing harmonized and the fibres in the bodies relaxed. Unlike their conscious state, when they acted warily of the other, their subconscious bodies naturally reached for the other... most content in this position and at peace at last.

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Date: Sat, 20 Oct 2001 21:18:33 -0400 From: Danny Meyer Subject: BOYZ BRUTAL TRAINING SCHOOL - Chapter 12 Archive;'Boyz Brutal Training School #12'{Danny Meyer}( MB, BB, slow, bd, sm, cbt, tort, anal, inc, twink, )[] _________________________________________________________ BOYZ BRUTAL TRAINING SCHOOL - A FANTASY IN EROTIC FICTION CHAPTER 12 - JOHN'S NIGHT WITH JASON _________________________________________________________ by Danny Meyer Copyright (C) October 20, 2001 by Danny Meyer. All rights reserved. Please send comments to: Danny, at sittinhome@hotmail.com all mail is private and confidential all comments are welcome You will receive a personal reply unless you say, "No reply." You'll get a real reply--no form letters. _______________________________________________________ PLEASE NOTE THE FAQ AND OTHER INFORMATION AT THE BOTTOM _______________________________________________________ WARNING If it is not legal or ethical for you to read erotic stories, particularly of a gay or homosexual nature, please exercise your obligations as a responsible citizen and select suitable reading material. This story contains fictional graphic depictions of actions and tendencies considered extreme by many people. This entire story is purely a fantasy, and is for entertainment purposes only--it is not a reflection of life. All readers are warned not to attempt to re-enact, or recreate any of the actions or incidents portrayed or implied in any of this story's contents or events, which are entirely unreal, fictitious, and potentially dangerous. The foregoing and subsequent text applies to all chapters and portions of this story--past, present, and future. This fantasy was written for gay men and women. The orientation is gay male. Some bisexual men and women may also enjoy it, as well as some straight men and women, who are curious. If you like male to male sex and 'reasonably harsh' torture, read on. This is a fictional story. None of this ever really happened. None of the people are real people. Most of the characters are in the 13 to 18 year-old age range. The story is all about sex and pain, with young adult men, mainly from age 24 to 28, and younger men (students) from age 13 to 22. All of the action involves males in the age groups described-- in other words, exclusively gay activity. The cast is 100% male. If you like, and you're allowed to read this, please read on. If not, please select a different story, and have a good day. No hatred or prejudice here. ___________________________________________________________ Although this fictional fantasy takes many liberties and harsh flights of the imagination in depicting the infliction of pain, out of respect for the human body and for the dignity of being, there is no organic or functional destruction. There is no scat, no unwashed persons, nor is there any violent forcing of sex used as a substitute for the more ethical S&M and BDSM, which involves the controlled application of pain and some formalized humiliation, as its chief disciplinary tools. ___________________________________________________________ ALL NAMES PLACES AND EVENTS IN THIS STORY ARE WHOLLY FICTITIOUS, AND BEAR NO CONNECTION WITH, RESEMBLANCE TO OR RELATION TO ANY REAL ENTITY. ANY SUCH SIMILARITY IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL, AND UNINTENTIONAL. _______________________________________________________ _______________________________________________________ ***** CAST LIST FOR CHAPTER 12 ***** _______________________________________________________ CAST LIST - ALSO PROVIDES A FEW FACTS ABOUT THE STORY _______________________________________________________ Gordon: (NARRATOR) - Owner and headmaster of the training school John: A newly hired master at the school Thomas: A Senior Master and Gordon's close friend Jason: A student, 18 - highly aroused at the moment because of the effects of an especially strong, sexually-stimulating potion, called super-tea. (Jason: also appears in Chs. 4 - 7) Jason is active in this chapter. Chad: A new student, who had his initiation a few weeks ago, before the account of this story began. Chad is 13, slender, almost skinny, 5' 3" tall, 103 pounds, light- brown hair, brown eyes, 4" uncut.* Chad is shy, sincere and very innocent. He's had very little training. * 160 cm tall, 47 Kg, 10 cm uncut Other characters from previous chapters are not listed. _________________________________________________________ CHAPTER ONE is a good basic introduction to the school. CHAPTER NINE contains a note, "To the Reader," that gives additional information about the school. _________________________________________________________ SEE FREQUENTLY ANSWERED QUESTIONS (FAQ) AT BOTTOM OF FILE _________________________________________________________ SOME SCENES FROM JASON'S EXPERIENCES, LEADING UP TO NOW: As the plates resolutely squeezed his delicate nutsack more tightly--subjecting the poor boy's most tender organs to more of the dreadful pressure--Jason's chest and abdomen began to heave. His breathing abruptly became deep, sharp, staggered gasps. His eyes widened in fearful shock and agonized horror, at the stunning pain. Reflected light glinted off the boy's twisting body, as the undulations of his torso formed a sort of macabre, erotic dance of vicious, agonized affliction. The dreaded, repeated, clanging sounds of the wrench, squeezing the unfortunate boy's scrotum ever more forcefully in minute increments, intensified the ghastly nature of this horrible procedure. As the scrotal grip tightened, relentlessly, Jason's mouth dropped open, and his breaths became audible grunts--pained and sporadic. The heaving in his central torso became sharper, and acutely more irregular. The poor boy kicked his legs furiously-- desperately trying to relieve himself from the fiendish, pounding, aching agony that shot out from his tortured, tender spheres, in all directions. His body began to sway and twist, wildly, in sweating, unthinkable misery. His ability to resist the torture dissipated rapidly, as the ever-intensifying fury of the awful, penetrating pain wracked his young body. Jason's fair visage contorted with pain. His mouth drew upward, teeth clenched, visibly, in viselike distress. The boy began to scream--horrible, blood curdling, thunderous screams--as the plates continued on their brutal, crushing journey, putting more unbelievable, hideous pressure on the lad's testicles. In response, Jason's legs swung ever more wildly about, as if trying to kick away the violent, gruesome bolts of pain. Jason's mouth became a vast canyon. His terrifying screams louder, deeper, fiercer, now--more permeated with the horrible, unrelenting pounding of pure agony--beyond any human vocal ability to express, as the distended, protruding tendons and veins in his neck attempted, vainly, to portray the vehement suffering he had to endure.... The growing sensation of being publicly used and abused by his juniors, also managed to surface in his dim consciousness, greatly deepening the teen boy's humiliation, which, of course was, for the moment, eclipsed by his overwhelming need. "I GOTTA CUMMMMMMMMM!!" Jason shouted, in agony. These, perhaps, were the only coherent words the tormented boy was capable of uttering, and it was remarkable that he could speak, at all. Jason was now painfully aware that the entire student body had seen him tortured and teased by these mischievous, little, devilish molesters--who watched his monstrous cock pulse and throb and drool to no avail--watched him writhe and scream in hideous agony as unattainable orgasm approached and retreated, again and again.... He would have done anything to cum at that moment, and struggled, mightily against the restraining support boys. In a few moments, nerved by the bitter injustice, his youthful defiance exploded within him--his entire being throbbed with renewed vigor, and his impossibly aroused, frustrated body began to convulse. Now, Jason's unfathomable, unremitting, sexual craving, as well as his untold humiliation, reached its Herculean, climactic expression in one, long, mutinous, hopeless, adolescent scream. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" ... Signs of Jason's reinvigorated comprehension began to appear-- subtle changes in the potent lad's face and eyes, began to be more clearly visible with each passing moment. Jason pounded into the boy with tumultuous speed and urgency, and in the chaotic, intermingled excitement, it was difficult to tell whose moans were whose, as arms flailed about, impulsively, and the pair's multiple mammoth thrusts, crude, erotic shouts, and recklessly slapping bodies filled the room with reverberating, sensual intonations--an aural and visual fusion that sexually inflamed all who were privileged to watch the commanding, copulatory spectacle. Jason could tell this was different. His fantastic libido retained its animalism, but now his senses seemed to be all rearranged in their correct order. He could feel his orgasm building and approaching as it should--like a gigantic express train--and he was savoring every delicious stroke.... Jason, with all inhibition dispelled, was smearing his own cum with his hands, on the little boy's back, and Nathan hugged his cherished partner more tightly, as if to signal his hearty approval of this touching, daringly intimate act. For Jason, it was not so much embarrassment as a warm blush of pride--pride in his victory over the grueling punishment--pride that he had not been stripped of his golden status--pride that his satisfaction had been so completely rewarding... INTERLUDE Jason had been tortured, given super-tea, and given release. But the effects of the super-tea would last all night, and the magnitude of his physical strength, sexual passion and craving would remain monumental--almost inconceivable. The super-tea was unique in its ability to maintain this impossible level of passion as well as sustaining a raging erection, even under the most painfully distressing procedures. Now, Jason's ordeal was over. Or was it? He was now supposed to have a night of fun and sex with John--to quench John's passion and entertain him. But John had a need of his own besides the sexual-- a need to become a good Master. To control and train a boy properly was an art, he was learning, and Jason would be more to him than a night of fun. Jason would be his first palette--his first experimental blending of new colors. John is up in his room, awaiting Jason's arrival. ___________________________________________________________________ CHAPTER 12 - John's Night with Jason ___________________________________________________________________ [JOHN NARRATES THIS CHAPTER] Jason--naked, bound in chains, sweating, cock dripping in urgent need, chest heaving with labored breaths, and with that angelic face, blond hair, and fine, young body--had me precumming like a teenager. A short time later, I had to pinch myself to believe one, simple but astounding fact: They delivered him to my room. I wanted to tease this boy so badly. As horny as he was, I wanted Jason hornier, hotter than I'd seen him yet. I wanted balls bulging and bouncing in my face--cock straight up, flat against his chest, swollen and dripping like never before--I wanted him begging and screaming at the top of his lungs for release. I yearned to give this kid the biggest case of blue balls he'd ever had in his life, and I wanted his urge to cum to be stronger and wilder than anything I'd seen thus far. I prayed the chains would hold the kid. As much as sex was the main focus of the night, my thoughts drifted to the training scenes--the application of pain, and the ways that could be entertaining--an important part of the job I had accepted, here at the school. As much as I didn't think I would want that, not this soon, I suddenly lusted--not only to tease him, badly, and to cum and cum in him, with him, and all over him--but to stress him, and apply pain to him--in the clever, right ways I had seen used by the expert masters at Gordon's school: Pain, but not 'hurt.' Red marks from canes, pain from carefully controlled compression of the testes, and the moderate wounds from the types of whipping that were permitted, were one thing--but actual injuries were forbidden. It was amazing--the scientific methods used here, and the wide range of pain one could inflict, without actual damage to the body. This was the art of training--and would result in strong, healthy, well-disciplined students, who would be fierce competitors, when they were graduated, and released into the job market. I placed a call to Gordon, and got his blessing to do the training I wanted, and some guidelines and limits. He told me where I could find all the tools and chemicals I might need--right here in the room. Half the chemicals were exotic body cleansers-- which suited me fine. Cleanliness was my thing. "Good job for checking with me, John. Just use common sense, and have fun, for God's sake! Don't worry about waking me up--just call with any questions--better to be safe than sorry." "Gordon--one more question: Can I get a cum boy, or one of the younger students, up here?" "Of COURSE, you can! Do you have a preference?" "Yes. Chad--number 83, I think. The one with the slight British accent." "Ah! The thirteen-year-old. One of the latest inductees--new, fresh, polite, scared, inexperienced. Nice kid! Good choice, John. He knows generally what goes on, here, and he's been taught how to speak and respond to a Master, so, you'll have nothing to worry about in that department, but he's had no real training. Just call 269 when you're ready for him. They'll shower him up and deliver him to you. Just be sure you tell them to treat Chad gently--no foul-ups--by my orders. You mustn't pain train him, or do anything harsh or humiliating with Chad--he's just not ready-- but I think you know that." "Yes, absolutely. Do you think he's ready to tease an older boy, or give pain to someone like Jason?" "You can certainly try it. He'll probably like that. Gauge his reaction to your orders. If he seems fearful, back off. And remember, he's a virgin--his ass is off limits--but do see that he has a sufficient number of orgasms to keep him happy. He's definitely one of the nicer, hornier boys." "Will do. Thanks, Gordon." And we hung up. 'Jesus!' I thought! Thirteen-year-olds were, by nature, horny to begin with--now I find out I picked one of the more horny ones! Lucky me--and what a boy Chad was! "Hmmm...2-6-9...to sixty-nine," I said to myself. Then I looked at the phone, and noticed that 269 spelled out the word, 'boy.' 'Clever bastards, around here,' I thought. I was thrilled! This would be the most exciting night of my life. Jason was a stud--a handsome, cute, manly, boy of a stud, and Chad was the sweetest kid I'd met, thus far--and had incredible looks. I decided I'd explain things to Chad, gently, and make sure he knew that he could back out of anything, if it got uncomfortable. But for now, it was my time alone with Jason. I remembered the cock-teasing stand Gordon had showed me--the one that was supposed to be guaranteed to make any hard cock grow-- and walked Jason over to it. As soon as Jason laid eyes on it, his eyes were wide as saucers, and he looked as if he'd seen the world's worst medieval torture device. He shook his head. The poor boy broke into a sweat. I could feel him backing up, away from the thing, against all my strength. I was definitely on to something. I had to make him obey. I brought the thin cane swiftly down on his swollen cock. "OBEY!" "Whappppp!" "YAHHHHRRRRGgghhhhh! OOOooooooooo!!!" I had forgotten about the sensitizing cream. The poor kid was in agony from one stroke, but it made him behave. At least his cock was well lubricated, so I did not tear the skin. The cock-tease stand was pretty simple. It was a thick, well- anchored post, with a reasonably-sized, slightly curved, brass dildo sticking out of it. The height and tilt were adjustable, so the dildo could slide in at just the right angle and height. I made a quick calculation and lowered it slightly. The stand also had a place to tie a boy's hands to it, in a rather uncomfortable manner, but one that would hold him close to the stand, allowing a little room for movement--but sufficient forward and backward movement, that would stimulate him as he moved toward and away from the dildo. Cleverly designed. The best feature of the stand was a little device right next to it, a little box-like thing, mounted on an adjustable pole. Poking out of the box was a small mechanical arm, where a feather could be attached--designed to touch and slide on the victim's penis, on the sensitive underside. When activated, the arm would slide the feather around in such a manner as to provoke the highest sense of stimulation to the penis, and bring out the ultimate, frenetic urge to cum. It could be adjusted to rub the top side of the organ, as well. The feather went well below the circumcision scar and back up to the head in relentless, spine-shivering, circular motions. Gordon had gone into graphic detail explaining this little torture device to me, and the images stuck. It seemed odd, that a feather rubbing on a penis would be torture, but Gordon's explanations and the video I saw convinced me it was torture, all right. I could just picture Jason screaming in it, begging me to let him cum. As anxious as I was to cum, myself, and as much as I wanted to see Jason shoot his load across the room, I was not going to rush it. Oh yes, this would be a fun, fun night! I remembered what Gordon said about Jason's butt muscles being very tight, and to be sure to use a lot of lube, so I lubed his entire butt-crack--and the dildo--heavily. "Ease your ass onto this boy, but don't take all day!" I hated talking to the kid that way, but I knew better than to show weakness. I had learned that much. I hoped I would toughen up, soon. Yes, I was having fun so far, and part of my caring for Jason was overcome by my need to be a Master, and my own sex drive--but it was going to be tough for me to whip and cane these hot-looking boys, like I'd seen the other Masters do, and Jason was one of the hottest. After a few minutes, and with only an inch to go, I shoved him into the unyielding brass dildo the rest of the way, impaling his sweet butt, fully, on the fierce-looking phallus. Rubber dildos were kind, because they yielded and would bend, to fit your body's internal contours, but a metal dildo was wickedly cruel, and very painful, if not used properly. Fortunately, Jason had a tough rectum--he'd been highly rated for that. But being young, he had strong, tight butt-muscles, that made for a very interesting fuck, I was told--especially with the super-tea in his system. I had to admit, the dildo looked wicked as hell. A nine-inch long, two-and-a-half inch thick dildo* seemed excessive, until you realized that a boy could be attached to one of these for days or weeks at a time--meals and 'necessary services' being supplied by the cum boys, who took care of waste products with special hoses and air-tight buckets. I thanked my lucky stars that Gordon had such a big penchant for cleanliness and sanitation. And God help those cum boys if they caused an orgasm! * 23 cm long, 6.3 cm diameter Wiggling your body around for days at a time with a dildo shoved up in you not only would drive you nuts, sexually, but it made you loosen up--so the dildo had to be extra big to begin with. But shit, that two-and-a-half inch thickness made me shudder. The fact that the dildo was firmly attached to this very rigid square post, made it more obvious that this brass cock was going to rule you--no way were you going to conquer IT! I noticed a lever that you could tilt the dildo with--allowing me to make it press upward, on the kid's prostate--driving him wild, sexually, or downward against the anal muscles, causing pain, if I wanted to. This thing was simple, but hot as hell. After I had Jason--shivering with desire already--firmly attached, I saw his feet were flat to the floor, and realized that I needed to raise the post up. As I did so, Jason squealed, moaned, and shouted, as the dildo penetrated deeper, and he went up on his toes, proportionately to my raising the height of the post. Finally, I had him standing on the very tips of his toes--legs straining and shaking in a very sensual way. His clenched teeth and sweat-covered face told me this was working, already. I took the leather thong, and tied it, gently--first around the base of his cock, then around each of his nuts, to provide additional stimulation. Now, for the part that would really grow this young man's erection. At nine-inches* or so already, it seemed unlikely that the lad's cock would grow. * 23 cm Before I moved the box with the mechanical arm to put the feather in contact with his dick, I touched my finger to the feather. It must have had some advanced, chemical coating, because it was the slipperiest thing I had ever touched. I supposed that waterproofed it against precum. Jason shook his head wildly--mumbling 'No' frantically, when I had the feather in place. Jeez! This machine must put out some powerful torture, for a guy as strong as Jason to be so afraid of it. But, it obviously did nothing painful--the thing wasn't even moving yet. Jason was a beautiful 18-year-old, but at that moment, so helpless. He reminded me of a 15 or 16 year-old kid--scared as hell, and struggling to get out of his bonds. When my hand went for the switch that would start the feather in motion over the best parts of his cock, Jason shouted his objections in a string of garbled words. His head shook back and forth, more desperately, as if to add emphasis to his obvious desire to avoid the thing. I swore the boy's hardon was growing already, impossible as that seemed. The lad was sweating--Jason was positively wet! Even the tops of his feet were sweating, in dread of what was to come. His beautifully sculpted feet gave me an idea for later, and I slid my hand over them, admiringly. I was so fucking horny, I wanted to be in the damn contraption, myself--but not TIED to it, as Jason was. "Click!" And the poor boy began to scream. Probably half in fear of the device, and half in utter sexual frustration. "John--Nooooooooo!! God, NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" Damn, he was in good voice! My cock shuddered with lust, for the kid. I enhanced his misery by licking and teasing every spot of his hot body that I thought would arouse him. 'Time for a scotch,' I thought. I went to the bar, poured a short one, dumped some ice in, and sat, opposite Jason, watching his squirm, sensuously--and moan in desperation, as the little machine and the feather did all the work. As I sipped my scotch, an idea came to mind--one I had better execute before calling for Chad. I went hunting through the chemical cabinet and found what I was looking for--Nitro butyl diacetate--a harmless chemical. Its one claim to fame was the severe stinging effect it had on the soft tissues--very similar to alcohol in that regard, but without the potential hazard for damaging the tissues. Rub the stuff on your arm, and you felt nothing. But, get it in the inside of your mouth, or on your dick, balls, or butthole, and it would sting like fire. Also, I found a nice, substantial drink-stirrer--one of the smooth ones, not too thick--dimensionally equivalent to a thin, ball-point pen, with a thicker knob at one end--a stick, basically. I took my little stick, and dipped it into the lube, first. This would sterilize it, as well, yet the lube was gentle to even the softest tissues. I approached Jason with a beaker of the diacetate, and the stirrer. He seemed to know immediately what I was up to. "No, NO! Oh, FUCK, no! GOD no!!! PLEASE!" he screamed. "Now Jason, relax. I can see the pleasure of the feather machine is making you very uncomfortable. And you know, offsetting that with other sensations will relieve you of all that frustration." I pulled the feather arm off to the side. "Oh sir--PLEASE, sir....No! PLEASE!" I set the beaker down, and dipped the stirrer into it. My left hand steadied his cock, while my right hand brought the knob end of the stick--dripping with diacetate--to the little pee-hole, at the end of his penis. "GOD, no--PLEASE!" The lad said, trembling, pathetically. I inserted it slowly, barely getting the end of the stick into his cock. "RAAAGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! AARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!" As his delicious, deep screams and hollering subsided, I pushed farther in, which of course renewed his vocal emissions. Soon, I had enough of the stick pushed inside his cock, to do a little push-pull--stroking the stick in and out of the inside of his penis--now full of the terrible sting of the diacetate. Besides the incredibly loud sounds coming out of his mouth, Jason exploded with quick, frantic movements of his body, as if to shake off the stinging fluid--but the agony mounted, inside his penis, and the poor lad twisted and distorted with the excruciating pain. I had to keep reminding myself that this was not harming the inside of his cock--a fact difficult to keep in mind, because of Jason's piercing, horrible screaming. He emitted a final roar, as the stick reached the base of his cock--still throbbing and stiff. The chemical had only a short- term effect, and the stinging was rapidly subsiding. I decided to try rotating the stick, which had some effect, but not much. Then, I hit on the idea of deep-thrusting with it. I pressed the stick in, deeply, and began to jab in and out with sharp, quick motions. This had Jason dancing on his toes, like a ballerina. "Ahhh! Oh, fuck, fuck, ohhhhhhhhh, SHIT! OW! Oh! Oh!" I rotated the stick, rapidly, and withdrew it suddenly. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I watched, entranced, as the sweat rolled off him, and he heaved his chest with heavy breaths, in the aftereffects of my procedure. "Excellent, Jason, excellent." To which he emitted some garbled words that could have be the equivalent of, 'Thank you, sir.' "That dildo feeling good, now, up your hot butt?" "Yes, sir," he managed to say. To Jason's relief, I took him off the feather machine, and re- bound him. "Kneel boy!" Jason silently obeyed. "Come on, boy. Open up and take some man-meat into your cute mouth." I held the back of his head, but let the lad suck me, comfortably. "Ahhhh, that's good, boy----good." I let him suck for a few minutes, when I knew I had to stop or come. I pulled out. "Excellent. Care for a blow job, Jason?" His head was nodding, yes, but his eyes were dubious, and fearful. I put him on his back, and began to lightly suck, and tease his magnificent penis, and still-sore balls, eliciting gushes of pure, adolescent moans of pleasure--which became screams, when I stopped, suddenly. "Time for you to get a real man-fuck, boy!" I said, as I pushed him toward the bed, bending him over the edge. I thought of using the birch, first, on his cute butt, and then thought of the red marks it would leave, and opted for the paddle. There was a nice, slotted aluminum one, just waiting for that cute ass of his. It would have been perfectly all right with Gordon if I had birched or whipped the lad, but I was leaning more toward sex than pain, at this point. I gave the first whack all I had, and was delighted when Jason gave a mighty scream--nothing like when he was having his balls squeezed by those hardened steel plates, but a lot more of a scream than I'd expected. After about ten minutes, I was tuckered out, and could appreciate the strength and stamina of the masters I saw who paddled for an hour or more, without stopping. I decided to delay the fuck. The room had two bathrooms. I had Jason crawl over to the slave's bath. I sprayed him well with the soapy water, and rinsed him with comfortable warm water. 'No use making a shower a torture, too,' I thought. But then a new idea struck. The boy was wet, and now a perfect candidate for the razor strap--so named because it was used as a tool for honing the sharp edge of a straight razor, prior to shaving. I hooked him up, soaking wet, to the overhead chains, just outside the bath. The overhead system with ball bearings and tracks made it easy to suspend him and slide him over to the scene area of the room. There was plenty of room, here, to swing a cane, a whip, or a beautiful, handcrafted leather razor strap--a full one-eighth inch thick, about three feet long, and two inches wide.* * 0.32 cm thick, 1 m long, 5 cm wide Swaying slightly in his chains, Jason was silent. He merely watched, as I picked up the strap, and waved it around. The kid was tough. "You ready for this?" Jason knew full well I wasn't checking with him, prior to going ahead--it was a psychological ploy. The stunning lad closed his eyes, tightly, for a brief moment, before answering--anticipating the harsh sting, and shocks of deep pain, from the strap. "Yes, sir." I had plenty of time to think. I knew the longer I stood there and did nothing, the more Jason would sweat, and the faster his heart would beat, in fear--especially not knowing my style, since I was a new master, and he hadn't seen me in action, before. It was good that Jason was in a shoulder harness, which was the safest method of suspension, and it gave me all the time I wanted. I had seen masters use the strap, different ways. Some simply flailed away at the boy, and that had its own type of effect. But, doing that tired the boy out, and I wanted Jason to be energetic for sex. Besides, I wanted the challenge of doing the most with the least strokes. Fewer, targeted strokes, with predictable, effective results, was my goal. Vocalization was never a question when the razor strap was used. No matter how tough or stubborn a boy was, the strap, when used properly, would elicit a good scream with every stroke. I had never seen it fail. "You have a nice butt boy. But, you know, it hurts a lot more to the side, just below the hip bone. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!" His screams were excellent, but I was holding back, just a bit--waiting for the finale I had planned. "Yes, boy--and the backs of the legs are such favorite places aren't they? SMACK! SMACK!" I went around to the front of him. "And the nipples, yes. WHACK!! WHACK!!" The poor boy filled the room with his cries. "Very good boy, yes, cry for me. All boys need the good stimulation from the strap, to keep them alert, you know. Good stimulation can sometimes take away one kind of pain, replacing it with another." I said this as I reached for his balls, and tenderly squeezed them. "Oh, God, no, please sir!! Ahhhhh!" "Ah, yes. Your nice boy-nuts still hurt from that dreadful squeezing they did. Don't worry. The strap can help you there, too." "Oh, God, oh GOD!" he moaned, in dreadful anticipation. I aimed two solid strokes--one for each nut. "WHAPP!! WHAPPP!!" "Surrrraaaaaahhhhh..... YAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRGGHHHHH!!!!!!" "Ah! Too much, perhaps. A stroke to the penis should cure that." "SSMMAACCKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!" "Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...AHHHHHH!!! God--oh fuck! My dick! Oh!" "Does it hurt, NOW, boy," I said, kneeling in front of him and running my tongue around the thick head of his cock. "N-no, sir," he said, catching his breath, and packing a lot of gratitude into that one phrase. "Oh, FUCK...sir...I--" Jason pummeled my mouth with cum. It was hot and thick, and came in powerful shots, that literally forced my head backward, and I took a good part of his load on my body. The cum shot up into the air--as his erection was quite steep--and landed on various parts of me. Now, I knew what the masters were talking about, when they said Jason was famous for his warm showers. The lad literally showered me with the stuff. I looked in the mirror to see what I looked like--and was amazed at the quantity of semen the boy had put out. Jason was still moaning as I ran to the bathroom to get a close-up of my face. It was thoroughly impressive. As I returned to Jason, I was surprised to find him still moaning loudly. With each moan his muscles contracted--as if he were being severely caned, from behind--but it was all a pleasant, powerful aftercum, as they called it, here--the likes of which I had never seen. I knelt again, into small puddles of semen, and admired the firm erection--dripping with his adolescent cum--and noticed the way his tight scrotum was in constant motion. I could sense there was no pain involved. I sought to tease him, as I put a finger behind the hard nutsack, and tickled, gently. "OH! Ohhh, GOD!" he shouted, in a deafening roar. The potent lad came, again, and showered me with almost as much hot fluid as before. Jason moaned, convulsed, and looked as if he were cumming to death. As he neared the end of his orgasm, I spoke. "Feel good, boy?" "Ohh, ohhh, God, sir.....uhhh...yes." "Well, catch your breath, lad," I said, rubbing him, soothingly. You're a very strong young man, and a real stud, boy." "Thank you, sir." "I don't suppose you could cum again." "Oh, Yes, sir. I can." "Really? Right now?" "Yes, sir!" "Suppose I threatened you with a full-body whipping, if you fail to cum, now?" "No problem sir. I'll cum." "After cumming twice in a row, Jason, you still want to cum? Still feel the--" "Oh, YES, sir!" "The super-tea, is it?" "Yes, sir." "I did hear you were an especially horny boy." "Yes, sir." "Tell me, honestly, how many times in a row do you think you could cum, right now?" "At least 50, sir." "But, you'd run out of semen, right?" "Yes, sir." "So, you would cum, dry, after a while." "Yes, sir, I--" "Does it hurt, to cum dry?" "Yes, sir the more you cum dry the more it--" "I see." I undid part of his chains. "Are you right or left handed?" "Left, sir." I freed his left hand, and re-fastened the rest of his chains. "Jack off for me, boy. Make it a good, long healthy wank!" "I don't know about long, sir." "Keep stopping, boy. Don't cum without my permission." "Yes, sir. Thank you, sir." I stopped him a few times, before he could get very close, but the whole process was happening very quickly. "Getting close, boy?" "Yes, sir!" "Keep going." "Oh, sir... Ohhhh..." I grabbed his hand just at the last moment. "SIR! Please, NO...let me cum!" "I promise, you'll be dry and tired of cumming by the time you leave this room." "Yes, sir." "Balls hurt from the plates, still?" "No, sir." "Blue balls?" "Yes, sir." I placed my call for Chad, and was told it would be approximately 20 minutes, before he arrived. Jason and I continued to have our conversation, and I learned many things. One of the more interesting was that for most boys, a gentle prodding with a smooth object, inside the penis resulted in stronger, better orgasms, and increased sexual desire. It continually amazed me how pain seemed to elevate the libido--at least the levels of pain we were using, here. As we spoke, I was using clean-all and some chemwipes to give him a quick bath, though he hardly needed one, except to clean the semen off him. When I got to his feet, I felt my cock throb. After wiping them thoroughly, I began to sensually run my hands over and under them. Jason moaned, appreciatively, and I rubbed more ardently. "You like your feet touched, boy?" "Oh, yes, SIR!" "That's good boy. Very good." I'm sure my stopping at that point confused him, but I had ideas. Soon, Chad had arrived and was standing at attention in his full five-foot-three stature, looking quite the cute little boy-- the picture of sensuousness and innocence combined. If he had not been brought to us, he surely would have been the victim of predators. I continued touching and teasing Jason, before I turned around and gave Chad my full attention. "Speak freely, boy." Apparently he was not accustomed to this as the opening line, in a session. There was a pause of several seconds, while the boy stared, somewhat blankly, somewhat in fear. "Hello, sir." "How creative of you." "I--s-sorry, sir," the young lad said, as fear quickly developed, and his little hands trembled. Making a beautiful boy fearful was not my cup of tea, but I needed to learn to do it. On the outside, I probably looked like a real son-of-a-bitch, but inside, my heart was breaking, for the kid. I let more time pass, in silence, while Chad's seductive brown eyes widened with alarm. "WELL?" "Sir...I--I--" The poor boy's knees were beginning to give way. I rushed over and hugged him--as best I could, without actually bending down. "It's ok, kid. You're among friends, here." 'Kid' was a forbidden word, during sessions--it was too endearing. "Oh, sir--thank you!" the little lad said, pitifully--as he, in relief, exhaled a quantity of air that could only have come from his entire body cavity. Dressed in shorts and a small tank top, the little one was quite a pleasant sight, and as I hugged him, I rubbed his bare arms and legs, to get the circulation going, again. I suppose he expected to be paddled or caned--at least stripped at the outset, but I had other ideas. I'd keep him dressed, as long as I could stand it. Besides, his being dressed vis-a-vis Jason's nakedness, automatically put little Chad's status above Jason's. I donned a pair of leather shorts, to emphasize the point, and the two of us stared as Jason, who had a fine, sensual look of his own, heightened by the fact that he was suspended, and literally defenseless. "Thank you, sir," he said, in warm, lively tones, as my arm sat gently on his shoulder, wrapped slightly around his neck. While I was being friendly, I had not yet transmitted to Chad the full flavor of the night ahead, so the boy did not know, completely, what relaxed fun was ahead of him. "So, boy," I said to Chad, "what do you think of him?" "May I speak f--" "Yes, yes, speak freely boy." "He's gorgeous, sir. I--" "You've seen him before?" "Yes, sir--not this close up." "Well, go on." "He's...beautiful, even this close." "Yes, well, we'll get back to that topic, later." I wanted to get Jason down, and back on the feather machine, and decided to put the boy to good use. "Make yourself useful, boy. Grab some chemwipes and the clean- all, and clean that brass dildo, over there." "Yes, sir!" I had the boy help me get Jason mounted to the stand, dildo in place. You could tell the kid liked Jason--he was trembling with excitement, just touching the older teen. I purposely did not apply the feather, yet. Jason himself was on his best behavior, silently showing his strength, in the presence of another student, and ultimately a competitor. That was another great feature of Gordon's training school, pain and sexual competition made the boys' age differences irrelevant, in many cases--although obviously the older boys had more tolerance for pain. Jason was doing his own trembling, however, knowing he was about to have another nice conversation with that friendly feather. "So, what's your name, boy?" I asked, knowing full well what it was. "Oh!--Sorry sir!" the boy said, blushing. "Chad. Chad Haney, sir. Division four, north, and--" "Good enough, good enough, boy." "Stand and face, me boy. Take off your shirt." Chad silently obeyed. I got behind him, and rubbed his nipples, gently--reaching my arms around his neck and down his chest, to do so. "Well, how does that feel?" "Ohhh, sir!" His knees were weakening. "Sexy boy, aren't you?" "I'm--well, I'm extra horny, sir." "Extra horny, why is that?" "Well sir, may I--please, can I--undress for you and show you?" "Go ahead." In his innocence and straightforwardness, Chad simply removed his clothing. There was no posing, or coy maneuvers. As he pulled off his tiny briefs, the reason for his high libido came into view. A chastity belt had been installed on him. "Speak, boy. As long as you're here, tonight, you may always speak freely." "Thank you sir...I--I'll try to remember sir," he said, blushing and trying to cover his genitals, even though the only one visible was already covered. "They took it off to clean me, but that's all." "I see." Of course, the boy thought he had explained, but in his nervousness, had not really given the facts I needed. "Come sit on the bed, Chad--and let's talk and relax a while." "Yes, sir. Thank you, sir." "That's a good boy. So tell me, when did they first put this chastity belt on you?" The boy's face distorted with his next words. "Sir--it's been three weeks! I haven't cum in three weeks-- that's when they put it on me." There was such desperation in Chad's tone. I put a hand behind his back, and rubbed his chest with the other, in the hopes of relaxing the little lad. "Do you like me, Chad?" "Sir?" he said, with a cute, puzzled expression. "Ah! A question you're not used to, of course. Well, Chad, I'm new at this, and--" "But sir--you're still my Master for the night. They told me, and--" I was enthralled with his enthusiasm, for his adhering steadfastly to the rules--an enthusiasm that many of the younger boys were prone to have. I had to admit, this kid could, in all innocence, charm the snake both in and out of the basket. I could just take him home, and adopt him as my own. "Easy, easy, boy. Yes, they were right, but you're here for a special purpose--not to be trained, not to be humiliated, not to receive pain, but for fun." "Fun, sir?----Truly?" the boy said, somewhat doubting--with the preciousness only extreme youth could express, so flawlessly. "Yes, Chad--this is not a trick. I'm here to have fun with Jason, tonight, and I thought you'd like to help me. Would you?" "Oh yes, sir! Jason is the hottest." "Back to my question, Chad--do you like me?" "Do I--OH! I get it, now, sir. YES! I thought you were hot when you first walked in. I was on lobby duty that day--I greeted you, remember?" "Of course," I said with a grin. "That makes two of us." "Sir?" "Oh," I said, laughing, "I don't know if a Master is supposed to say this, boy, but, I thought you were hot, too." It is impossible to describe the grin that came over this boy's face. The word, 'charm' must have been coined with thirteen-year- old boys in mind. He grinned, blushed, giggled slightly, and was entirely overcome with my words. He did everything but put his hand to his mouth and squeal like a school-girl. "Sorry, sir," Chad said, doing his best to regain his composure, quickly. "Sorry? I don't WANT you to be sorry. That DISPLEASED me." I paused for effect, and saw his warm brown eyes turn cold with fear. "So, boy, what should the punishment be?" "Punishment, sir?" he said, eyes wide in panic?" "I winked at him." He smiled immediately, then put on his best, serious expression. "Yes, sir. At least a good spanking, sir." "Well, bend over my knee, then, boy. And be quick about it." "Yes, sir," the little lad's thin voice said, as he quickly obeyed. "Stand up, boy," I barked. Again, his response was instant. I'm sure I had the boy thoroughly confused, at this point. "That thing," I said, pointing to the chastity belt, "It's in the way. Get it off." "Well, sir, uh--I assume, sir that--that you have the KEY, sir." "Oh," I said, stupidly--but honestly expressing my ignorance. I had to admit, we both had a good laugh, at that. "That must be what this key is for, that Master Gordon gave me." "Yes, sir," Chad said, doing his best to suppress his laughter. "Laugh, dammit!" I said, in mock anger, as I tackled him and pushed him onto the bed, tickling his ribs, mercilessly, eliciting bubbling, giggling guffaws of laughter. "Oh.....sir.....uh.......ohhh, ohhhh!" "That's MUCH better! Having fun?" "Yes, SIR!" he said, with a genuine smile of pure boyish fun, and a good deal of relief. I inserted the key, and gently slid off his chastity tube. His penis was quite erect, red, and coated with his pre-sexual fluids. I looked down at my own erection, and it was a grown-up version of Chad's. I noticed he was looking at it, too. I throbbed at the sight of him, with his four-inch cock standing straight up, and pulsating, wildly. I wasn't accustomed to an uncircumcised penis, so I played with this foreskin--what little of it I could grab, with his tight erection--and he squirmed, frantically. I looked down at my wet, swollen cock. "Look--see what you do to me, boy?" "Yes, sir. Sir----may I----may I suck it, sir?" "Can you suck yourself, boy?" "Suck----myself? No, sir. Sorry sir." "Don't be sorry!" I shouted. "No, sir--I mean, Yes, sir," Chad said, flustered and blushing. "You're cute as hell, boy!" "Thank you, sir." "Since you can't suck yourself, I'll do it for you." "Ahhhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, sir!" I only sucked him for a moment, but you would have thought I gave him the greatest gift. I knew he wouldn't be so happy when I stopped, but he knew he had to deal with that. "Oh, THANK YOU, sir!" "Yes, you may suck me, boy." He knelt, immediately, and became serious. He wasn't fully trained, but it was obvious he was trained for THIS. As Chad's hot little mouth engulfed me, I felt a powerful surge of sexual pleasure. I had to last half the night, and this boy had me right at the edge, in seconds. "Stop!" The surprise on his face prompted me to reassure him, "You did well, boy." "Thank you, sir." "Ready to have some fun with me and Jason?" "Yes, sir." Chad said, solemnly. I repeated the question, grinning broadly at him. At first, he looked puzzled, almost alarmed--then it dawned on him. "Oh--YES, SIR!" he said, with his boyish grin. "That's better!" "Thank you, sir." "WELL, boy?" "Sir?" "Bend over my knee--or did you forget?" The boy simply grinned, then turned serious, again. "I forgot, sir. I'm sorry!" "I told you not to be sorry! I'll have to spank you double," I said, rubbing his little buttocks, gently. "Mmmmm," he moaned, as the blood rushed to his ass-cheeks and warmed my hand. I'm sure he felt my erection, poking into his abdomen, as my thighs squeezed together, with his little cock, between them. "Tap! Tap! Tap!" my hand struck his cute behind, with so little force, he likely felt nothing at all, much less pain. "Ohhh, ohh, sir!" At first, I thought he was acting, pretending to feel pain-- then I sensed something was up. I released him, and put my hand to his penis, in time to receive a handful of thin precum, which was streaming from him. "My God, Chad! You're such a sexy boy--what are we going to do with you?" Of course, we both knew the answer to that one. Chad simply blushed, in silence, then went to his knees, mouth open. I slipped my hungry cock in, and had throbs of intense pleasure, gently fucking his mouth. Soon, I was too close to the edge for comfort, and stopped. "Damn, boy--that was good." "Thank you, sir. I'd love to suck you off and take your load, sir." "Bold, brazen thing, aren't you?" I said, sounding annoyed and derisive, but not meaning a word. "Oh, NO, sir!" Chad said, going serious for a moment, then breaking into his unique, effervescent laughter. It was obvious he hadn't been trained, and I half hoped he wouldn't be--he was such a sweet creature. I made a mental note to ask Gordon a few things, concerning this boy. I swung my hand around unexpectedly. "SMACK!" right on that beautiful boy-ass. "OW!" "Hurt?" "Yes, sir." "You like it?" "Yes, sir." "Good boy. Now let's pay Jason some well-deserved attention." "Uhhhhhghhh!" Jason groaned, knowing what I was going to do. "Chad, have you seen this machine before?" "I don't--think so, sir." "It's quite a device. It has a--well, you'll see how it works." I attached the feather, swung the arm into place, and hit the switch. Jason's reaction was perfect--he moaned, as if in pain. As far as I knew he may well have been in pain, as swollen as his cock and nuts were. But there was a sensuality about Jason--he exuded sex, and was quite an erotic sight. I looked right into Chad's eyes. "Well, what do you think boy?" "Totally hot, sir!" "You've been told about the super-tea, and all that?" "Yes, sir. I saw it all." "Good. Now, tease him, boy." "Can I--I mean, his balls were tortured, is it too--can I lick them?" "Lick him anywhere you want, boy! Make him cry for sex!" "OH, YES, SIR!" Chad knelt and stuck his tongue out, tentatively, and licked behind Jason's nutsack, eliciting much moaning and crying. Soon, the little boy was rimming Jason, causing the strong adolescent to make squeaking sounds of sexual frustration that made my cock throb with desire. "You'll need these to help take your mind off your cock, boy," I said to Jason as I applied a pair of nipple clamps. "AH! Jesus! Oh, GOD!" I left the clamps on for a few minutes, while Chad had a field day, licking and teasing Jason. It was particularly effective when Chad licked Jason's penis, in all the areas untouched by the feather. When I removed the clamps, Jason's screams reminded me that taking them off was just as painful as putting them on. "That's enough, Chad. I don't want him to cum, just yet." "Yes, sir." "Where did you learn to tease a boy, that way?" "Videos, sir, but mostly they did that to ME." The little lad was precumming heavily. "Time for us to talk, boy. Up on the bed--on your back." I took my position, with my head directly over his little cock. It was great fun, and very sexually exciting, to stop, every few words, and slurp Chad's erect cock--each slurp sending him shivering with pleasure, and resulting in a sensual moan. I knew it wouldn't be long before I decided to let myself cum. I simply spoke a few words, and let my lips slide, softly, onto his erection, and slowly slide off, then spoke again. "Don't you think a nice boy-slave like you--" "Uhhh, oh!" "--deserves to have his dick admired--" "OH! ...God..." "--and played with, teased and licked--" "Ah! Oh... sir! Uhhh..." "Oh yes, I think you should be brought to the height of sexual arousal, boy, before you cum don't you?" "Oh, God! Y-yes, sir!" "Ah, good boy!" Of course, all of this was in plain sight of Jason, whose moans intensified, as he watched the sensual display of the pubescent boy, being cruelly cock-teased. I had both boys convulsing with pleasure and the frustration of their pent-up sexual needs. Chad helped me get Jason, still well bound, onto his back, on the bed. We both slid our hands over Jason's well-toned body, until the poor older teen seemed he would burst with unsatisfied desire. His body trembled with it, and Chad soon stared, in awe of the bigger lad. "He has nice feet, doesn't he?" I said to Chad. "Yes, sir." "He's clean, but grab the stuff and clean them, for me." "Yes, sir." I got an unexpected pleasure, as Jason turned out to be very ticklish there--at least the way Chad was going about the cleaning process, doing his best to torture the boy's feet, somewhat. "Ah, please, PLEASE, oh, oh, oh, AHH!" "You can stop, now, boy. I think his feet are pretty well sterilized, by now, don't you?" "Yes, sir." "Do you want to lick Jason's feet, boy?" "Um, l-lick them...sir?" "Not your thing, eh, boy?" "No, sir, not really." "But, you'd do it if I ordered you to?" "Yes, sir." "And not feel abused." "No, sir, but I--" "Do it." Chad silently obeyed, and it was immediately obvious this was not to his liking. Nevertheless, he did a good job, and Jason was crimson--convulsing, obscenely with laughter, which eventually sounded painful. His complaints were horrendous. "Sir, I--" "Keep going, boy." The blush on Chad's face was every bit as deep, but exquisitely more charming, than Jason's urgent expression. Chad's tongue- licking became more and more tentative. "Come on, boy. Suck his toes! Put your heart into it." For some reason this elicited a greater blush from Chad. "Yes, sir." After a few minutes, I stopped him. "He really liked that, Chad--don't you think?" "Yes, sir." I handed Chad a cane, and told him to do Jason a favor, and relieve the poor boy of his excess pleasure, and cane the soles of his feet. Chad seemed to like this idea. However, looking into Jason's eyes, momentarily, the little lad had second thoughts about administering pain to a peer--and someone he admired and lusted over. "Harder, boy!" "Yes, sir." Jason, however did not seem to relish the process. "WHIP! WHIP!! WHIP!!!" The lad screamed the scream of a new kind of pain--the agony of a shocking, jolting, penetrating pain. Chad was streaming precum from his smaller, potent-looking erection. "WHIP! WHIP!! WHIP!!!" "Oh, God, OW!!! OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" "Stop, Chad. Look at your cock, boy!" "Yessir--oh, God!" "That's a lot of precum, boy." "I need to cum sir! Bad--" "I think we have the makings of a master, here. You liked doing that to him, didn't you?" I watched the boy's eyes dart to Jason's, then to mine, as he blushed profusely. "Yes, I did, sir," the boy said, very softly, obviously embarrassed. "Job well done," I said, as I took the whole of Chad's dick into my mouth. "Ohhhhhh! UHHHHHHH!!! SIR!!!" "Want more?" "Sir--I need to cum, so bad!" I turned onto my back, and without a word, Chad was sucking my cock, for all he was worth. I wanted to keep feeling his hot mouth on me for as long as possible, so I used all the control I had, not to cum. "Hmmm...maybe you could break him in, for me, I said, staring at Jason's butt." "Sir?" "Sit up, boy. You can stop now." "Yes, sir." "Sir, what did you mean?" With my eyes riveted to Jason's rear end, I raised my eyebrows, in silence. Chad's expression was precious--first confusion, then fear at not understanding me. Finally, the penny dropped, as they say. "Oh, SIR!" the boy shouted, staring at Jason's ass, quivering with anticipation. "You mean--I can fuck him? I get to FUCK him?" "Why not--is it against the rules?" I asked, facetiously. "Oh, NO, sir!" I coated Jason's pucker-hole with lubricant. "Well, go ahead, boy." Young teens can move with lightning speed, when they want to. In seconds, Chad had grabbed the lube from my hand, greased himself, and plunged his cock into the adolescent's rectum. The resulting mixture of grunts, groans, and screams of pleasure was an erotic symphony that had me at the edge of orgasm. The sight of little Chad, in total abandonment, thrusting himself into the studly teen, was almost too much to bear. "Ahhh! Oh fuck.." "No, boy! Don't cum yet!" "Oh God! Please, sir!" "You'll get your chance, I promise." "SIR!" Chad said, with a pathetic urgent tone in his little voice. I looked at him--his eyes were pleading like I had never seen before. There was honest, youthful desperation in his face. My training was in one direction, but this boy--my heart was in the other direction. I could not suppress a smile. "Go for it, boy! Let that nice hot cum of yours out!" "Ahhh! Ahhhh! OHH! Oh fuck! Fuck yeah!" The little lad simply threw himself into the task. He had momentarily lost all sense of his training--he hadn't thanked me-- but I didn't care. I was enjoying seeing his unfailing, energetic body pump himself furiously into Jason, who moaned with delight at the boy's frantic and powerful thrusting of his little penis. "Ahhhhh! Oh! Oh!...." "And you'd better have some cum left for later!" "Uhhhhh!--SIR...oh shit--NO...ahhh--PROBLEM...oh, God--SIR... uhhhh, uhhhh, uhhhh!" Chad's sexual blush, and the blush of his physical effort, was strongly sexually arousing. I couldn't stand it any longer. I knew fucking him was out of the question, but I could rub, there. I threw some lube on his cute butthole, and slid my cock, back and forth, over the hot, tight, virgin thing. I was cumming, within seconds. "Ohhhh...fuck yeah, boy! Ahhhhhhh!" Chad flipped his body around, instantly, and took my squirting cock into his mouth. "JESUS, kid! Ahhhh, FUCK! 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Date: Wed, 09 May 2001 00:01:39 -0400 From: Danny Meyer Subject: BOYZ BRUTAL TRAINING SCHOOL - Chapter 10 Archive;'Boyz Brutal Training School #10'{Danny Meyer}( MB, BB, slow, bd, sm, cbt, tort, anal, inc, twink, )[] _________________________________________________________ BOYZ BRUTAL TRAINING SCHOOL - A FANTASY IN EROTIC FICTION CHAPTER 10 - HARRIS TWINS PUNISHMENT, (cont'd.) _________________________________________________________ BOYZ BRUTAL TRAINING SCHOOL - Chapter 10 ________________________________________ by Danny Meyer Copyright (C) May 8, 2001 by Danny Meyer. All rights reserved. Please send comments to: Danny, at sittinhome@hotmail.com all mail is private and confidential all comments are welcome If you want a reply, please say so. I'll write back. If you don't say "Reply," I'll respect your privacy. _________________________________________________________ 'PLEASE NOTE THE FAQ AND OTHER INFORMATION AT THE BOTTOM' _________________________________________________________ WARNING If it is not legal or ethical for you to read erotic stories, particularly of a gay or homosexual nature, please exercise your obligations as a responsible citizen and select suitable reading material. This story contains fictional graphic depictions of actions and tendencies considered extreme by many people. This entire story is purely a fantasy, and is for entertainment purposes only--it is not a reflection of life. All readers are warned not to attempt to re-enact, or recreate any of the actions or incidents portrayed or implied in any of this story's contents or events, which are entirely unreal, fictitious, and potentially dangerous. The foregoing and subsequent text applies to all chapters and portions of this story--past, present, and future. This fantasy was written for gay men and women. The orientation is gay male. Some bisexual men and women may also enjoy it, as well as some straight men and women, who are curious. If you like male to male sex and 'reasonably harsh' torture, read on. This is a fictional story. None of this ever really happened. None of the people are real people. Most of the characters are in the 13 to 18 year-old age range. The story is all about sex and pain, with young adult men, mainly from age 24 to 28, and younger men (students) from age 13 to 22. All of the action involves males in the age groups described-- in other words, exclusively gay activity. The cast is 100% male. If you like, and you're allowed to read this, please read on. If not, please select a different story, and have a good day. No hatred or prejudice here. ___________________________________________________________ Although this fictional fantasy takes many liberties and harsh flights of the imagination in depicting the infliction of pain, out of respect for the human body and for the dignity of being, there is no organic or functional destruction. There is no scat, no unbathed persons, nor is there any violent forcing of sex used as a substitute for the more ethical S&M and BDSM, which involves the controlled application of pain and some formalised humiliation, as its chief disciplinary tools. ___________________________________________________________ ALL NAMES PLACES AND EVENTS USED IN THIS STORY ARE WHOLLY FICTITIOUS, AND BEAR NO CONNECTION WITH, RESEMBLANCE TO OR RELATION TO ANY REAL ENTITY. ANY SUCH SIMILARITY IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL, AND UNINTENTIONAL. ___________________________________________________________ ***** CHAPTER 10 ***** ______________________ CAST LIST - ALSO PROVIDES SOME FACTS ABOUT THE STORY ___________________________________________________________ Gordon: (NARRATOR) - Owner and headmaster of the training school *John: Newly hired as a master at the school Darryl and Timothy Harris: 18-year-old twins facing punishment *O'Malley, Rogers, and Forniky: 13 year-old boys - cute, notoriously naughty little hellions (subsequent chapters) Thomas: A Senior Master and Gordon's close friend Blair, Debbins, Jenkins, and Michaels: Masters - ages 23 to 28 Troy: A senior student (21) - the school's electronics and video specialist *Jason: A student, 18 - highly aroused at the moment because of the effects of an especially strong, sexually-stimulating potion, called super-tea (Jason: Ch. 4 - 7; upcoming chapters) Other characters from previous chapters are not listed. * Listed but not appearing in this chapter _________________________________________________________ CHAPTER ONE is a good, basic introduction to the school. CHAPTER NINE contains a note, "To the Reader," that gives additional information about the school. _________________________________________________________ SEE FREQUENTLY ANSWERED QUESTIONS (FAQ) AT BOTTOM OF FILE _________________________________________________________ AT THE END OF CHAPTER NINE... The Harris boys were known for having erections, in the first place, and that made the prospect of this activity especially titillating to me. Simply undressing the Harris boys and exposing their genitals to the air stimulated their organs to hardness, especially in the presence of each other. They were true lovers--and, by far, our 'horniest' twins. >From the hallway, I called ahead to master Blair, who would make sure my chosen room was well prepared--complete with lighted, kerosene-style torches and three other masters present--in leather garb--to intimidate our twin lovers. [I had just given Blair instructions to set up Room X for the Harris twins' punishment scenes, and to arrange for Troy to install fresh video tapes for the cameras in Room X, the chosen punishment room.] "Yes, Gordon. No problem, I'll call Troy right away. Is it all right if I don't stay for the scene? I have a monstrous day tomorrow." "That's fine, Blair. We'll miss you. Make sure the other three wear their full leathers. I would prefer Michaels, Debbins, and Jenkins. Good luck, tomorrow." [...] I hung up the phone and thought about the Harris boys. At that moment, I heard the shrill sound of their first screams. 'Ah! All is well with the world,' I thought to myself, in spite of the late hour. _______________________________________________________ (Chapter 10) - Harris Twins Punishment, (cont'd.) I had my new toys with me and I was on my way to the place where they would soon be used. It was a rather long trek through the maze of the school's hallways to Punishment Room X. The gruesome screams and agonised shouts of the Harris twins were graphic in their energetic, expressive vocal quality. I could almost see their open mouths and the strap, brutally whipping into their ribs--leaving a heavy crimson line where the very edge of the belt thrashed, excruciatingly into the flesh, and a pink, rectangular welt from the lesser force of the flat part of the thick wide strap--colouring their smooth golden flesh. The sounds, themselves, were painfully erotic. Slap! Scream! Slap! Scream! The walls of the room must have been shaking. I could picture Thomas in the detention room, masterfully gripping and swinging the thick leather--sweating as he went from one twin to his brother and back until 48 blows had been equally divided--and the boys' alternating identical voices thrashing the air with ghastly howls. The fierce shouts of their agony echoed, piercingly, through the hallways. 'This will wake them up, rather well,' I thought, as I pictured the good-looking duo, who were excellent students at the school and normally kept out of trouble. I regretted the constraints of time that had forced me to leave the detention room and forfeit witnessing this exquisite event, firsthand. Thomas had no time on his hands, either, as he needed to put the boys in heavy punishment chains for the walk to Room X as soon as he finished strapping them. I considered calling John, to have him watch this and the upcoming events with the Harris boys, but time was too short. Finally, I concluded that he and Jason would be having far too much fun at the moment, sexual and otherwise, to tolerate any interruption. After all, this was John's special night of fun. Still, it was tempting. I passed a staff wash room, and decided to shower, quickly. As headmaster, I had the option of doing my scenes without assistance, so there was no necessity of calling Blair and the three others in. The punishment room that I had chosen, however, had just been refurbished, and there was still some debris scattered about, plus a few odds and ends needed to be done before the room could be considered ready for use. Besides, there was an added element of fun with the right masters present. I hurried along, after my shower, and by the time I arrived at the infamous Room X, the preparations were nearly complete. "Good work, Blair. The torches look terrific. The whole room is exquisite--the mood is perfect." "Thanks, Gordon." "Too bad you can't stay for the scene, Blair. Did Troy load the new tapes, yet?" "Just got through, Gordon," came a voice from behind me. I turned around. "Hello Troy. Good work, lad," I said to our 21 year-old student, who was also employed by the school as its Electronics Systems Specialist. "I want the best possible taping for these twins." "Twins!" Troy whistled, softly, obviously surprised and pleased. "Damn! Can I stay and watch, sir?" he asked. Since Troy was not a master, he needed to ask permission to watch. "Through the mirror, only, Troy, sorry. These two are still shy and innocent, I'm afraid. Hah. They've been here four years and they seem more like 14 than 18. Lucky to have them." "Great, Gordon. Thanks. Is the audio on?" "I'm not sure. Check it out, Troy. While you're at it, lock us in and put the red warning light on in the hallway--in case Thomas gets here early with the Harris boys. I don't want them coming in until everything is ready, here." "HARRIS boys! With pleasure. Those guys are cute! They ARE shy. Horny as hell, though." "Yes, our lovebirds will be here, shortly." "Lovebirds! That's a good word for them, Gordon. They're really hot--I've seen their tapes." "Who hasn't?!! Did you check out the cameras, Troy?" "Yes, sir. They're working fine." I looked around the well-prepared punishment room, casually, nodding my head in approval. Everything was delightful--the torches, the wall hangings, the display of ancient tools of torture. The twin racks, prominently featured, were especially appropriate. The room had a fabulous, eerie, gruesome quality that sent lustful chills up my spine. The entire floor of this room was one large drain, because so many boys lost control of their bladders, in fear of the place or in reaction to the pain. The grated floor also accommodated the water from the grisly icy showers that were given here. These consisted of a spray of salt water (often aimed at the scrotum) that was chilled to a frigid 23 degrees F., ( -5 C). Those showers could only be performed in this room. I wasn't planning it for the Harris twins--at least, not at the moment. Water that cold was painful almost anywhere on the body. Intense cold on the scrotum, which is actually a muscle, causes that muscle to contract to bring the testicles closer to the body--to warm them. But if the cold is intense and long-lasting enough, the scrotum continues to contract, even when the globes are as far up as they can go. This causes excruciating pain as the tough insistent scrotum relentlessly tightens its grip around the poor trapped testicles--although it doesn't really harm them. The casual observer could not easily discern the harmlessness of this however, judging from the agonised shouts and screams coming from the boys unfortunate enough to experience this mindless biological phenomenon--their own bodies, torturing them. I was not entirely convinced that this procedure was without risk for very young males, so for the safety and healthful development of our smaller boys, I restricted the use of this room--and the icy scrotum treatment in particular--to boys 16 years of age, and older. Less intense applications of cold would not harm even the most junior of our students. While everyone was going about their appointed tasks, I realised I had left my 'toys' behind, in the shower room. "Troy, hold up on that door. I've got to go pick something up." Actually, this unexpected side-trip would work to my advantage. If I took my time retrieving the toys, Thomas, Darryl, and Tim would precede my arrival at Room X, and I would be the last to enter. That kind of entrance usually had its fear-inducing effect on the students involved. I decided I would have a spot of our special tea, myself, and relax for a few minutes. As I sat, sipping the arousing brew, I began to become concerned that I might pause too much, and keep everyone in suspense longer than is normally effective. I needn't have worried, however, as I soon heard the two lads with their chains clanking noisily down the hall, on their way to Room X. Hearing this would allow me to pace myself to arrive there at the peak of the twins' nervous anticipation. I wondered what they looked like at the moment, with their ribs, scorched from the recent strapping. I had to smile at the mental image I was picturing--two identically beautiful youths, wrapped in chains, waddling clumsily, down the hall, groaning in pain. Yes, all was well with the world. By protocol, I was in charge of this session, which meant that Thomas would do nothing but get the twins into the room, keep them at attention, and await further instructions. I timed it so that Thomas and the boys would have about a three minute wait. Total silence met me as I entered the macabre punishment room. My body throbbed at the sensual sight of the two, sweaty, horny, good-looking boys, standing naked at attention--still in chains-- and with full erections. Six different versions of "Hello, Master Gordon" greeted me after I gave the customary nod. While it was the rule that all other masters were called by their last names, I had decided from the beginning that I would be called by my first name, preceded by the word, "Master." This worked to ease some of the tension the boys had around me in routine greetings and talks, but did little to ease the fear of the two enticing lads before me. I could not suppress a smile. "Good evening, Masters," I said in response. Then, I turned to the twins. "It's good to see you again, so soon, boys." "Thank you sir," was their tense, stereophonic reply. As I looked more closely at our two, naked slave-boys, I could see they looked miserable. Walking with the bulky chains had been tiring and difficult, even for two very healthy teenaged boys. From their subtle winces, I could tell their balls were aching from the pull of the chains tugging at their testicles with every step of the journey from the detention room to the punishment room, and every movement of their bodies, as they stood. I saw some chafed skin at the top of their nutsacks, but their erections were well maintained by the special tea. When all eyes weren't staring at their erections, we admired the mass of purple pink and crimson welts along their ribs, and adjacent places on their smooth, provocative bodies--such as we could see with the chains in the way. The pain must have been stunning, as they struggled with every movement, but fading rapidly. The four Masters--Michaels, Dentin, Jenkins and Thomas--stood also at attention, in a square formation. The three in leather, ranging in age from 23 to 28, had superb erections of their own, visible under their thin leather briefs, which had snap-out fronts--reserved for these moments. As I looked the masters over, I admired their potent, masculine beauty--with Michaels and Debbins still in possession of substantially boyish looks. These masters were some of the most attractive young men available, and their appearance was most alluring. I was about to give an order, when I saw that everyone was eyeing me tensely--even the masters. I then realised I had neglected to define their roles, so they had no idea what was expected of them. "All right. Special instructions, men. Thomas, stay with the boys." At that point I headed for the doorway that led to the next room. Each punishment room had small adjacent rooms for various purposes. The three masters followed. As soon as we were safely inside, I knew what I wanted, and closed the door. I would put our protocol to another test. "Open your briefs." I smiled proudly as the men smartly pulled the snaps open, and exposed themselves for me, while maintaining an erect posture. Their erections were impressive. After reaching full puberty, after reaching full puberty, a man's penis continues to grow a tiny amount each year. The thicker, potent organs of these men were magnificent in beauty as well as size. Of course, I would do this only at private gatherings of masters, and never with a student present. "Gentlemen, you are stunning. Either you are all very horny tonight or you have taken some tea. Which is it?" All three admitted to having some of our tea. This was a fairly common practice. Michaels had a particularly charming smile. "I have a feeling you won't have needed it, but, so much the better. I suspect I'll have a need for your splendid erections later on." This produced some hopeful smiles on the faces of these handsome masters, who relished the idea of actual contact with the Harris twins. "Relax, gentlemen. Your roles here will be merely to assist when called upon. You may move about, gather around and observe, or just be at ease, during the scene." The all nodded sharply, exactly according to written protocol. This eliminated unnecessary verbalisations. I smiled--gratified and reassured that our organisation had maintained its proper discipline. It was obvious these younger masters were pleased with their relaxed roles. "I won't tell you what I have planned, so it will be a surprise to all of you. I assure you it will be time well spent. I will be using some new toys. At ease." I could see and hear the excitement as the masters talked among themselves. "Gird up your loins, and let's get out there. Don't stray far from the action, and no sex among you until this is over." Three smiling masters followed me back to the punishment room. I was sure our absence was mysterious and unnerving to our young student lovers, who eyed the enigmatic smiles of the returning masters with considerable dread. I felt the sharp discomfort of my own cramped erection, as I pictured Michaels, Dentin and Jenkins with similar troubles of their own. The twins stood, with masters on either side, facing me. The masters had good side views of the boys. "I know you are all familiar with the Harris twins, here. As you know, they are quite the loving couple, and because of good grades and excellent behaviour, they've been given many liberties--among them, the freedom to engage in mutual sexual activities by mere request to Master Thomas--subject to his approval. Of course, in the presence of students, it was mandatory that speech among Masters be formal--particularly during a punishment. "So, Master Thomas, tell me, how often did you allow our lovebirds to have sex with each other?" "It ranged from once a week to once every few days, Master Gordon." "How nice!" I said, looking at the masters, then glaring at the distressed duo, "And for some reason, this privilege wasn't sufficient, and these brothers went off on their own, for unauthorised sexual engagement. A punishable offence!" I paused for effect, and watched, as the wide-eyed twins gulped, fearfully--a response I found rather charming. "And so much excellent equipment in here to choose from to 'correct' and punish that offence! We even have two identical racks, side by side." I stared into the twins' eyes as I spoke. "We just got those in, too, Darryl and Timothy--aren't you the lucky ones! And they're the type with a nice bed of short needles to lay on, just to keep you awake for the fun!" I wasn't sure if I would put them on the rack, but I was having my own fun, watching their uneasiness. The twins eyes darted, repeatedly to one side, where they caught glimpses of the glowing, branding furnace--complete with a full set of brands glowing an angry, menacing red. I could see the lads' hearts pounding, and their faces drenched in fear. My mention of the rack did not serve to ease this condition. Even in dread, however, the boys' faces had a cute quality to them that defied description. It sounded ridiculous, but at that moment I just wanted to eat them up. I reached out to the twins and ran my fingers along each long, steel-like penis. This elicited a gasp and a startled jump from the two lads. "Such splendid erections! Are you boys horny tonight?" 'Does the fox want the hen?' I thought. The twins' delayed, blushing response was charming. "Yes, sir," the lads intoned, sheepishly--knowing this was not going to be simple sex play. "Do you love each other?" "Yes, Master Gordon." "Show me how you love each other. Kiss him, Darryl. And Timothy, return your brother's kiss. Make it a nice, long kiss." The clanking of the chains was somewhat humorous, as the twins began to lift their arms and turn toward each other. The restraining effect of the weight burdened the movements of their arms, and there was a bit of sorrow in their mutual gaze, which, however was overshadowed by the hungry, sexual look in their eyes. Their embrace and the initial contact of their lips were sensual and arousing to watch. It was amazing to see their identical cocks against each other, having their own sort of kiss. The lads' irrepressible hunger for each other seemed to make them oblivious to the gravity of what lay before them. I scanned the aroused faces and bodies of the four other masters, momentarily. "Don't hold back, boys! Make it a passionate kiss." I had spoken too late. Tim had already opened his mouth, cavernously wide--receiving a good portion of his brother's teeth, and a full load of Darryl's tongue. The twins were beginning to sweat, with desire, already. I watched as long as I could, as the lovers practically copulated with their tongues, and I thought I would ejaculate in my pants. I had Thomas remove Darryl's restraints and body chains, and we all drooled, seeing him totally naked for the first time. "Darryl, take off your brother's chains. Thomas, give him the key." This was a first. The poor lad did not know where the locks were, and had no idea where to begin. It was fun to watch Darryl's reddening face and trembling hands, as he fumbled through the lengths of chain to find the necessary locks. He managed to undo two of them, when the poor lad jumped, suddenly. We all had trouble suppressing a laugh. Quite unfortunately, one of the freed chains had slipped and swung, mightily, into Darryl's unprotected scrotum--lock and all. The poor lad howled in agony and grabbed his nuts, despairingly. "KISS THEM, Timothy. Your brother is in pain!" "Ohhhhhh Gawwwwwd," Darryl moaned, softly. Poor lad! The lock and full weight of the monstrous chain were behind that blow to his tender testicles. Several of the masters rubbed their stubborn, substantial erections as Tim went to his knees and did his best to lean over, and gently nurse his brother's aching nuts with his mouth. Darryl's moans added to the arousal in the room. I let this continue for about a minute. "Move on, Darryl! Get those chains off your brother," I said, as I smacked his bottom fiercely, with a thin cane. "Shwip! Shwip! Shwip! WHAP!!" "Arrrrrrggghhhhhhh!" Darryl worked quickly after this, and soon, Timothy's chains were removed. Thomas and Jenkins carried off the burdensome things, and we had the two twin, fully naked teen slaves, unencumbered. My thoughts went back to the scene in my office, when I had Thomas examine the new toys. I was anxious to use them, but I thought of an excellent prelude at the last second. I stared, lustfully at Darryl. He was a studly top, the stronger of the twins, and I loved tormenting him. "Darryl, tell me what you boys were up to, when Master Thomas found you?" "Uhh, well sir, I was... we were, um, making love, sir," the lad said, blushing, grasping for words. "Making love? That could mean many things. Perhaps your brother can shed some light on this. Timothy! Tell me what you and Darryl were doing!" I said. Darryl blanched, at this. "Sir! I uh... we... I mean, Darryl was--uh, doing it to me, when Master Thomas... found us, sir." "'Doing it.' That's still not very clear, boys!" I shifted my eyes back to the first twin. "Darryl! Tell me, straight out!" "I was fucking Timothy, sir." "Oh! That's better. You were FUCKING your brother. I see. I'm glad you got that out, finally. Fucking him, I see. Yes, fucking him... With THIS?" As I asked the question, I flicked the tip of my cane on the underside of his erection. "Aaaahhhrrghhh.... Oww! Ahhhh, God, oh! Yes, sir." "Yes, Darryl, you were saying your were fucking your brother, as I recall. And how did that feel, while you were doing that, Darryl?" I could almost feel the fire in the boy's cheeks--not to mention his penis. Timothy's visage was not far behind his brother's in its enchanting coloration. "It felt... well... it felt very good, sir." "Yes, Darryl. Judging by the throbbing in your cock right now, I'd say you're enjoying it very much, just thinking about it, boy!" I turned my gaze to Tim. "And how was it, Timothy?" "Sir, I... well... oh God... he, um... sir--" Tim was not expecting this. His brother was the accustomed spokesperson for the pair. Tim began to fall apart at this question, and stammered, pathetically. I decided to take pity on the boy, in one sense--but what I now had in mind would be more stressful, more embarrassing, for these two lads. "Never mind, boy. I think it would be much easier for both of you to just SHOW us what you did. Then I won't have all these difficult questions for you to answer. Thomas, the table." The twins let out a rusty sigh that was at once the height of their stressful embarrassment, sexual desire, and dread of whatever else we may have had in mind, for them. The breathy sounds unveiled the twin's erotic potency. I thought I heard an, "Oh shit," but I ignored it. I suspected it was Darryl, however. Poor lad was never much of an exhibitionist, to say the least, and he was having a bad night, after all. Timothy, on the other hand was more of a stage performer, at least in his solo-sex and bottom contests that I had seen. >From the twins' past sexual exercises with other students, I recalled that Darryl fretted, jealously when another student was assigned to penetrate his brother, and that gave me an idea. "Darryl. Poor boy! You look a bit frazzled. Perhaps it would be better if I got Master Michaels, or one of the older CUM boys, to fuck Timothy?" "No please! Sir! No! No, I'll be--" The boy nearly panicked. "Ah! So you're up to the task, then?" "Yes, sir." "Are you sure you want to fuck your brother, now?" "Oh yes, sir!" Darryl's answer was uncharacteristically flamboyant, most likely owing to a case of nerves and his extreme sexual hunger, at this point. He must have been drooling, or fearful, as he gave me another one of his enticing gulps, and I swelled in my pants as the pert point of his boyish Adam's apple made its little journey gracefully--riveting my attention to the boy's perfect, golden- skinned neck and face. As I shifted my gaze from Darryl to Tim, I noticed for the first time that the peak of Tim's Adams apple was more rounded than Darryl's. Other than this, except for a minute scar on the sole of Timothy's left foot, the two were absolutely identical. Jenkins helped Thomas carry the padded, sex table into the area we now occupied. The topography of the table was adjustable, to accommodate almost any imaginable sexual position. A rack of towels and a tray of condoms were attached. The four other masters and I were palpitating with excitement. Timothy was trembling, along with his twin, yet the two exchanged sensual as well as fearful glances. "So how do you like it, Timothy--on you back or doggie style?" I asked. Now I had done it. Tim was not used to this. The poor lad was rapidly coming undone, and his blush spread down his fit body to his arms and hands, which shook, visibly. "Speak up, boy!" "I, ohhh, oh God... I, uh... I... I--oh... well--on my back sir," Tim blurted, carelessly. Timothy winced immediately, and his brother rolled his eyes. Apparently, in his profound state of apprehension, Timothy had said the wrong thing. Thomas was gagging, trying to stifle his laughter. I took him aside. "Thomas, they were doing it doggie style when you found them, weren't they?" "Yes," Thomas managed to mumble, though his garbled guffaws. I thought the poor man was going to slap his knee and roll on the floor at any moment. "Darryl's the boss, and he hates the missionary position. They never fuck that way!" "I see. Thank you. Well, get a hold of yourself Thomas, and I don't mean grab your cock." This got us both to laughing, and we had to control ourselves our we'd be worse than the boys. I began to speculate whether Tim's blurted preference for being on his back may have been a Freudian slip, or if there might be a method to his madness--perhaps a not-so-accidental slip to have it HIS way, for a change, perhaps. I wondered. I would have insisted on a true re-enactment of the scene that Thomas had interrupted, not long before, but I would be content with this modified version because departing from his preferred arrangement would be a hindrance for Darryl--adding a little pepper to the lube, as we say. This made me think it wise to leave things as they were, and let the boys have intercourse as Tim had indicated. Besides, with Tim on his back, we would all get to see his exquisite facial expression as he received his brother's now thicker, longer, tea-enhanced erection. The anxious and aroused lads were already getting into position. Tim's legs were raised and Darryl was poised, reaching for a condom, when I stopped them. "Boys! You haven't properly prepared each other!" Of course, they had no idea what I meant, because I had just thought of it. They had already begun to pant for each other, such was their hunger. Now the lads scrambled to their feet, somewhat hesitantly. I never tired of seeing the bounce of an erect penis. "Stand at attention." With the boys perfectly still, and their excessively stiff cocks pointing upward, I could see the throb of Darryl's penis. All of us simply stared and admired--hypnotised by the sheer beauty of these brothers, and the unmistakable revelations made by the subtle rhythmic movements of Darryl's erection. 'A throbbing cock reveals so much about its owner,' I thought. "Darryl, I think since your very hungry-looking penis is about to get so much pleasure from fucking your brother, you owe it to him to suck his poor neglected cock for a few minutes. Don't you agree that's fair?" "Yes, sir," the lad said, lifelessly. There was an air of reluctance and a tinge of resentment in Darryl's manner. "Is something wrong, Darryl?" "No, sir." "You do want to suck your brother's penis and give him pleasure, don't you?" "Yes, sir." "Don't you agree, Darryl, that's the least you can do, after all the pleasure Timothy gives you, with his body, time after time?" "Yes, sir." "What exactly do you DO to your brother, when you fuck him, Darryl?" "What... do I... DO, sir?" "Yes. Be explicit, boy!" "I put my penis... um... inside him, sir." "Inside what?" "His anus, sir." "I'm glad to see you haven't forgotten your biology, Harris. It would have been so disappointing, to me. Very good, boy." "Thank you, sir." "That's all you do, put your erection in his anus, and leave it there?" "No, sir. I--well, I pump it in and out... so I can... you know, cum, sir." "That's more like it Harris. I don't enjoy dragging it out of you. How hard do you pump yourself, into your brother?" Another charming, little gulp graced the lad's throat. I had never seem him so red-faced as now. He was far from the breaking point, but he was clearly becoming unnerved. "How HARD, sir? Well, uh... um, pretty hard, sir." "Darryl, how do you think your brother feels, when you pound your penis into him, mercilessly, like that?" "I like it very much!" shouted Timothy, attempting to defend his twin against my verbal assault. "Darryl makes me feel good, sir!!" "Tim, shut up!" Darryl's angry, brotherly outburst was the greater sin, although Tim had spoken quite out of turn. Darryl's face showed his fear, immediately. This was all very much out of order, and indicated how badly the boys were rattled. Darryl was uncharacteristically shaken and intimidated by these proceedings. The boy froze in horror, now, as if expecting his very life to be taken, for responding in such a fashion--responding at all, for that matter. "You know I could whip you for that, boy. Or WORSE! Get on your knees, Darryl!" I had no intentions of whipping him, but the boy broke down, not knowing this, as his knees thumped to the floor. "Oh GOD, sir!" the shaken lad shrieked. "I'm sorry, sir. I'm sorry, sir." Darryl on his knees was enticing enough, but to see him practically begging--now that was arousing! I did not need to consult Thomas to know that kneeling was the last position Darryl--the dominant, studly top-boy--would have chosen. It was astounding how different the two of them were, while looking so alike. I liked them both. "Timothy, get over here. Don't you want your brother to suck your penis?" "Yes... I mean, I do, yes, sir." "Don't begin until I give the signal--freeze in position, and don't put your mouth on it yet, boy! Thomas, time them." Poor Darryl was still quite disoriented. The motionless twins made a most charming sight--Darryl uncharacteristically on his knees, his twin's cock an inch from his open mouth. Now it was Timothy's turn to stand still and be the object of our lust-filled gaze, as we watched the boy's organ throb, visibly, in animal anticipation of its pleasure. The tableau was producing its own throbs around the room, I could see. I still couldn't get over the roles we had them in--Tim standing, and Darryl kneeling, shaken, submissive, at his brother's feet. "Timothy, kneel and kiss your brother, the poor boy seems a bit upset." The boy knelt, silently, and comforted his brother the best he could, under the circumstances. The two of them looked rather charming and cute, sitting knee-to-knee, on the floor--as if they were going to play marbles, or something. "All right, get up now, Timothy. Thomas, set your timer for three minutes. Ready? Go!" It was only now obvious how badly Darryl was trembling, as he began to surround his brother's cock with his open mouth. I could see Darryl's open lips, quivering The moment of contact--the moment his mouth closed upon its phallic target--was evident to all. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," moaned the standing twin. "You have no permission to cum, Timothy," I reminded the boy. Timothy's knees looked as if they would give out, at any moment. "Michaels, Jenkins--hold him up." While Michaels and Jenkins grabbed the boy, Debbins held a whip, threateningly, within Tim's view, presumably to remind him of the consequences of having orgasm without permission. Timothy's expression changed instantly. There is something indescribably erotic about watching a boy getting his cock sucked, and seeing his face go from ecstasy to eyebrow-raising panic, because of some little gesture a master makes. Timothy was terrified of the whip, and perhaps Debbins had done the boy a favour, inducing fear to dampen the lad's spirits enough that he might have an easier time, holding out for the full three minutes. After taking Thomas' timer and handing it to Debbins, I took Thomas into the other room, and smiled to the sweet music of Timothy's moans of pleasure. Or were they moans of frustration? Could he be struggling to hold his cum, this soon? The sloppy slurp and squish of mouth and penis were incredible. I closed the door behind me and turned to Thomas. "Gordon, did you want me to get a few cum boys, to assist?" "No Thomas, no need of that. Look--here are the toys. Clean them up, bring them back, but don't let the twins see them. I want to spring this on them. Make sure the strainer is on the drain--I don't want to lose that gasket. And see that the thong tray is in order." The toys were new, but I had my foibles about sanitation. Returning to the room, I saw there were 20 seconds left on the timer, just as Tim doubled over--a sure sign of impending orgasm. He was too far gone, for the whip or the cane to do any good. "Hold it, Tim! You can do it boy!" I shouted. I motioned to Debbins to crack the whip on the floor. The noise startled Timothy just enough. I didn't want to whip the boy--I had other plans, for now. The timer rang. Tim had made it, and collapsed, breathlessly, on his back--penis waving hungrily--and his brother tended to him. This was another interesting reversal to watch, because Timothy was the usual clean-up boy of the pair--pawing and cooing over his brother--a role I could never imagine Darryl fulfilling. Yet, accustomed or not, it was Darryl who was taking care of Timothy. "Kiss him, Darryl. Let him taste himself!" I said. Of course, Tim's pre-cum had surely flooded his mouth. My rules insisted on cleanliness, so our boys were always clean, but I enjoyed planting the seed of suggestion that they were enjoying their masculine body scents as well as the sex. Timothy was about as sexually frustrated as a young man could be, at the moment. We all enjoyed seeing Darryl's dripping penis leave trails of pre-cum on his brothers hips as he kissed and embraced Timothy. There was something special about watching twins--an added sexual ambience that was indescribable. Darryl humped himself on Timothy, and they were definitely enjoying themselves, now. The dual, sensual moaning heightened the erections of all present. It was an interesting juxtaposition. Tim had just been cruelly sucked and denied his orgasm. Darryl was desperate enough as it was, having his orgasm prevented by Thomas when he had caught the brothers in the act. Now, this added delay and ordeal for Darryl made him fierce with sexual desire. I could not decide, watching the twin, panting lads, which one was more in the throws of pain with their frantic, unfulfilled, sensual longing. The carnal embrace continued, as the two teens squirmed and wriggled--sliding their tight bodies and slippery cocks in random directions over each other, and moaning--half in voluptuous pleasure and half in misery. Occasionally, each of them would glance about, surreptitiously, and blush more intensely--revealing an enchanting, innocent, youthful, self-consciousness. It was as if their wild abandon had them so focused on fleshly satisfaction that it caused lapses in their awareness of our presence in the room. Their emotional immaturity was compensated by their boundless sexuality. In four years at the school, neither of them had lost much of their 14 year-old innocence--not counting the sexual maturity and experience they had gained--making them one of the most captivating couples to observe. Certainly, there was not a dry crotch in the room. A wide-eyed stare from one of the masters, and a nod toward the Harris twins made me realise they were in danger of orgasm. "All right, freeze, boys. Jenkins, Debbins, take them inside, and get them a drink." 'Inside' referred to another adjacent room--a general area complete with beds, chairs, medical supplies, and a small kitchen. 'Drink,' specifically meant a high-calorie, high electrolyte sports drink, which the twins surely needed, by now. Water, of course, would also be provided. Darryl reluctantly rolled off Timothy, who pulled a towel from the table, and began to lovingly clean his brother, then himself. It was quite adorable, the way Tim tended to Darryl. This was what I was used to seeing. As he wiped his twin's body with the towel, Tim looked as if he would shed tears. With all the toughness we had trained into ourselves, as masters, I'm sure I was not alone, at that moment, in feeling as if I were peering in on private activity, not meant for our eyes. Of course we were insufficiently motivated to act upon the feeling. The twins were soon in the next room, out of earshot--Debbins and Jenkins with them. That left me alone with Michaels, the youngest and most attractive of the four masters, present. The excitement in the young man's face was unmistakable. "Holy shit, Gordon!" Michaels whooped, excitedly. "Those guys are unbelievable! I've been ready to cum, the whole time." "Desperate are we, now? Let's see it." Michaels unsnapped his briefs, more eagerly and child-like than out of obedience, and uncovered a gigantic erection, thoroughly soaked in pre-cum and poking upward, from a fine mesh of dark, soggy pubic hair. This boy of a man produced more pre-cum than any other I had seen. He first pushed down, slightly on the stubborn organ, then stroked it, lewdly. He was evidently asking me to relieve his sexual tensions for him--a task I would have readily performed, except I had other plans for him. "Gladly," I said, answering his unspoken plea with a word, "but if you can hold out, you might get lucky with that thing, a little later." It took self-control for me to say that, as I was very tempted to pleasure Michaels--a 'lushful' young master--who could have been a darker-haired version of the Harris boys' older brother. Michaels understood my meaning, and with a wistful look at his engorged penis, re-snapped his briefs and smiled weakly. "OK, Gordon, but, if--" "Then I'll see you in my quarters, afterward, dear boy." This brought a wide grin to Michaels' face. "You still think of me as a boy, Gordon?" "Of course. You're very attractive and young-looking, you know. And I have fond memories of your student days, here." "I kind of miss that, Gordon." "I thought you might. Regardless of how this turns out with the twins, why don't you plan on spending the night with me." "Oh, thank you, Gordon." We were both happy with this. There was an awkward moment. It was clear each wanted to move toward the other, wanted to renew old memories, but neither of us moved. The tension was broken when Thomas re-entered the room, with toys in hand. "Gasket accounted for, Thomas?" "No problem, Gordon. Got it right here," Thomas said, as he waved the thing at me. "Hey, what are those?" Michaels exclaimed--fascinated with the toys Thomas was holding. I needed to give Thomas some last-minute instructions before I looked in on the boys. "Thomas, be sure to set up the thong tray and the standard lube set--the new one. A number-two catheter tray too-- nothing messy, I just want to keep them drained later, so they'll have no distractions from their, 'primary sensations.' That is, after I have my special fun with them." A stunned smirk seemed to be the primary reaction from Thomas and Michaels. They wanted to know what I was up to, and from the looks of them, they knew better than to ask me, as I wasn't telling. I was in a fiendishly playful mood. I nodded, and turned to look in on the boys, while Thomas and Michaels chatted away. I thought of John again, briefly, wishing he could witness the night's festivities, but I was having more fun, at the moment, not having to explain everything as we went along. The twins started to rise as I entered the kitchen. "Sit down. Relax, boys. Finish your drinks you'll need the energy," I said, coming in on the boys with Jenkins in their midst. "Master Jenkins--you have allowed our lovebirds to speak freely?" "Yes, Master Gordon, I did. May we speak privately?" "Yes." Jenkins took me aside and described how tense the boys were, and how Darryl had complained miserably to Tim about his choice of position for their semi-public lovemaking. "I expected as much, Jenkins. They've finally realised that they're really in hot water, now. Any other revelations?" "They seem rather quiet, Gordon--maybe something is on their minds." "Lover's quarrel?" "Perhaps, but they've been rather affectionate, so I don't think it's that sort of thing. I can't be certain." "It's all right, Jenkins. No time to delve into that, now, anyway. Give them both showers. I want you and Debbins with them, at every moment, monitoring--and no funny business. If you must play with them, 30 seconds of sucking is the most I'll allow. If they cum, it's your hides. Don't waste any time. It will only take us a few minutes to set up the rest of the things and be ready for them." "Yes, Gordon." "Jenkins, I almost forgot. Has either of them said anything about having the need to piss?" "I hated to mention it, but yes. Timothy's been driving me and Debbins mad, complaining he is going to explode." "Understandable. Darryl can't be far behind. Thomas says he's given them each a gallon of water, and left the fountain on in the detention room where they sat for an hour. So--change of plan! Clamp their cocks before you do another thing! A shower would make them pee, immediately, without a clamp--and I want every bit of it to remain inside their bladders. "I'll hold you and Debbins responsible for seeing to it that the boys don't not release so much as a drop of the stuff. Keep a close eye them. Make sure they don't lose the clamps, especially in the shower. I'll take the clamps off, myself, later on" "Sir, of course, but Gordon, we had no idea. I'm sorry to say--Darryl was too quick for us and used the toilet before we knew what was happening." "I see. Pity. Give him a diuretic, then, and an extra two litres of water. We can hope for the best, Jenkins." "The best, sir?" 'The best' would be a one-quarter full bladder for Darryl, at most, by the time we got to that part. As I thought about it, this might work much better with the procedure I had in mind. "Yes. You'll see later on. Meanwhile, you and Debbins give the pair every speck of your attention." "Yes, Gordon. You have my word." "Carry on." Thomas and Michaels were setting up the trays and still talking about the possible uses for the toys when I returned to the punishment area. All certainly was well, and now it was time for one of the main, sensual events of the night--the re-enactment of the scene that got the Harris twins in trouble, in the first place. I could hardly contain my excitement--literally. Soon, all was ready and we called for the twins. Jenkins and Debbins marched them, ceremoniously slowly toward the centre of the punishment area, where my requested trays sat waiting on a small table. At that moment, another brilliant and devilish idea came to mind. "Debbins, lead them this way, toward the poles." Almost every training and punishment room had a row of poles, usually arranged in a curved formation, where several boys could be lined up and tied to them--sometimes facing the pole, more often with their backs toward it. The curved arrangement worked well to allow the boys to see each other, when tied to them. The boys, looking terrified, maintained their slow pace, as if going to their doom. I was grateful for our tea. Their erections were maintained, beautifully. As I tied Darryl to one pole, I knelt to fasten his feet. Of course I did not miss the opportunity to extend my tongue and lick the boy's hardened flesh just under its slickened tip. As I stood up I saw Jenkins about to tie Timothy to the adjacent pole. "Jenkins, go one over. Leave an empty pole between them." Putting more distance between the twins than they were expecting, would have an agitating effect that would keep the boys on their toes, so to speak. I had them angled, slightly, toward each other--mainly so they would have a better view of each other, and would likely squirm more vigorously as his twin became the focus of whatever torment would be forthcoming. As Jenkins worked to tie Tim to the pole, I began to clarify my thoughts on this last-minute addition to the night's spectacle. Although the room was silent, the lustful stares of the young masters filled the room with a distinct erotic pressure. "Gentlemen, I think the twins are losing interest. Perhaps we'll all have a go at their nice cocks, and see if we can restore their passion for each other." This instantly stirred the interest of the four excited masters. "You know men," I said to the masters with innocent animation, "if that's too much trouble, we could go to ORD and bring the 16 year-olds back here, give them cock whips and see what they do to these two scamps." This brought an instant look of horror to our alarmed couple. ORD referred to the Orgasm Denial room, a place full of sensual moans and groans, which was usually well stocked with desperately horny 14 to 16 year old boys, each of whom had undergone days or weeks of having his penis licked, sucked and cajoled by a steady stream of students and masters--who were always encouraged to visit the poor begging lads, and help them out by giving them some sexual 'pleasure' that their penises seemed to need. For some reason, 16 year-olds seemed particularly susceptible to this exotic torture--with their cocks and balls aching beyond reason, after days of near-orgasms, one after the other. Of course, we routinely did the charitable thing and whipped or slapped their cum-deprived dicks--this action helping to take the edge off their overwhelming libidos--for a few minutes, anyway. So it was ironic that I should suggest giving those tortured younger teens an opportunity to turn the tables--with the Harris boys as the lucky recipients of the mischief, of course. The nature of the masters' nervous laughter in response to my humorous remark told me that they were concerned that I might be serious. "On second thought," I said mercifully, "let's go with my original idea, put kneeling stations in front of Tim and Darryl, and perform the favour ourselves." As skilled in oral ministrations as the five of us were, there was little chance the twins would lose any of their precious semen, during this process, although their desire to do so would rise, markedly. "We'll do them one at a time, men," I said. "I think since Tim has just had his penis very nicely attended to by his brother, we ought to start with Darryl. Let's all give him our attention before we switch to the other one." Darryl looked utterly defeated. Of course, we didn't tell them what we were going to do, as we would for a training session. Under these conditions, with the scene full of surprises and sudden changes of direction, the lads wouldn't trust what we told them, in the first place. However, the sexual torture would, most likely, quickly dissolve Darryl's downtrodden mood. Each of my four, subordinate masters knelt and used all the skills of their tongues and hands to produce the most startling shrieks, moans, squirms and cock-throbs from the desperate boy. Never before did a lad's penis look so desperate to cum, and be so expertly denied. Darryl was on the brink--not only of orgasm, but of madness. "Ahhhhhh... Sir... please... please... ohhh, uhhh... yeah, no, don't--uhhhnggh" "Come on, make it jump again, boy," Michaels interjected, as Debbins was having his fun with the Darryl. After an hour or so of this delightful spectacle, I had the other masters raise Darryl so his feet were 40 inches from the floor, (about 1 m). They used a tall, narrow box built for this purpose. He remained tied to the pole. It was my turn to have fun with the boy, again, and his penis was at mouth level, now. I would have my own hour, in earnest, with the pert young Darryl. I picked up a jar of the sensitising lubricant and walked to Darryl, taking a generous amount of the stuff into my hand. I touched my fingers gently to the boy's beautiful erection. This sensitised the skin anywhere it touched the body. The slightest touch would be magnified, many times. In the extreme dosages, pleasure become pain, with this cream. "Oh,.... Ohhh Sir.... PLEASE, Sir...." The poor lad was shaking, markedly now. He knew the effect of this cream, and, tortured as his poor penis was already, he was, in desperation, begging me not to use the cream. I was pleased we had brought him out of his former, morose condition--having noticed a bit of Darryl's brazen edge returning, nicely. "What's the matter, Darryl? It's only been two hours!" The question was rhetorical. Of course, it had been two hours of licking the stunning boy's incredible erection--licking, stroking, feathering, fingering the poor thing--all without orgasm. The boy's sweet, clear, personal biological lubricant flowed and ran down the vertical pole of his penis, and dripped steadily to the floor, where a respectable puddle of the stuff had accumulated. I would momentarily muffle Darryl's ragged breathing, so I could have silence, to hear the, "drip, drip, drip" of this delightful liquid, as it fell, rhythmically, from the lad's tight nutsack-- which was now a hard, two-lobed mass, painfully pressed into his body cavity by its own, powerful scrotal muscle, and clinging to the underside of the base of his cock. The beautifully fit boy's body glistened with agonised sweat. He thrust his head from side to side, randomly and spasmodically as I gently rubbed the special lubricant into the perfect flesh of his penis. His body twitched and squirmed in anguish. Darryl's face--still enchanting despite his throes of agony--retained its boyish look of eager, animated youthfulness. His monumental distress could not detract from his inherent beauty. The entire look of him was pure energy--healthful and effervescent, with his sweet boy scent emanating, erotically, his exposed, clenched teeth, and the tight, pulled-back flesh of his face. I loved the sound of a boy hissing through his teeth. I could not imagine a torture more exquisitely couched, in contrasts--the pleasure of the penile contact, and the pervasive ache for relief. I worked in this way for some time, also using my lips, occasionally, on the full length of his pole--tasting delicious boy sweat and pre-cum through the clear, unflavoured lubricant. I thrilled to the sounds of Darryl's tense hissing, punctuated with sweet, low erotic moans and ragged breaths. After coaxing an teasing the twitching lad, relentlessly, I had brought the unfortunate boy to the brink of sexual climax and denied his release so many times that he screamed and squirmed, violently in his tight bonds--gasping, grunting, and squealing with every touch of my finger. Darryl knew I wasn't going to let him cum now, although I could tell he was trying his best to do so. The delicate stroke of my slippery hand, held loosely around his starving penis was beginning to get a bit more torturous for the excited teen. I stepped back for a moment to get a better look at him. The quality of his stare was arousing. There was energy in Darryl's dark, pleading eyes, yet there was a great deal of determination there also, as I had not begun to tap Darryl's stamina; but there was an expression of surprise--as if shocked at the power of his own libido; shocked that his body had not co- operated in attaining his release, in not allaying the torture of prolonged arousal and denial. As I began to move toward him again, Darryl pushed himself back against the pole, as if trying to get away, and he lurched, furiously, if I so much as gestured toward his cock--which throbbed with the swollen look of these grinding, gruelling hours. This was the ultimate moment in cock teasing and penile manipulation--a beautiful boy, with possibly the biggest, tightest erection of his life, in a state of sexual excitation so compelling, so desperate that he needed to cum with his entire being--aflame with passionate, youthful yearning. He had begged, over and over for a full firm stroke of my hand over his aching penis, and would have bargained away his life to shoot his load. His pounding desperate need was worsened, cruelly, by my too-delicate touches to the organ that was in total control of him now--touches he craved so potently; each bit of contact sending waves of carnal pleasure through his gleaming, over-sensitised skin. This was the peak, where the touch of a hand, a finger, on his starving penis became more torture than sexual pleasure; more agony than delight--now it became gruesome; now it was too much; now his body finally reached the zenith of its tolerance, and in an instant, pleasure became hideous, excruciating pain. He had gone from mad desire to pure terror--fear of the next touch; fear of what could happen if more was done to his organ--which had, by now, along with his heaving, sweating body, flooded with shockwaves of unbearable sensations. He could take no more. He could not think clearly, at this point. He was coming truly undone--on the outer edge of sanity. "Ohhhh Ahhhhhh UHHHH! OH GOD!!!" Such emphatic vocalisations were out of character for Darryl, who tended to be more self-controlled, but served to confirm the effectiveness of my treatment. I had to press on. "Ah, Darryl. What a beautiful penis, boy. Your nice little hardon is throbbing. And it's quite swollen. It looks cold, and lonely, boy. I think it needs a mouth to warm it up and comfort it. You agree, don't you?" It was by no means, 'little.' "NO! NO! GOD NO! SIR--PLEASE! Whip it--ANYTHING... uh... not--No... NO... Unnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhh!" Darryl seemed enjoy my oral talents, in spite of his protest, and his dick was particularly animated. Of course I had to take him up on his offer, so I donned my 'sandpaper gloves,' which were coated with a fine-grit abrasive. I did not want to break the skin, or excessively irritate it, so I slid a few sand-covered fingers around the very red penis, producing some of the most amazing baritone and tenor sounds, which Darryl apparently spared no energy in expressing. Surely, this slight pain would be a small relief for the lad--contrasting, elegantly, with the previous soft touch of my tongue. I hated to stop this wonderful moment of erotic communication, this ability to play him--have him sing his sweet songs to me in exotic, adolescent tones-- responding to my every move, and thrashing about, as I flicked and slid the gritty fingers around his delicate, tortured flesh. I decided I had to have him in my mouth again, while he was still screaming, and slowly impaled myself on him. The sensation in the mouth from vibrations of a very hard penis while its owner is screaming, are indescribable. I continued for some time, delicately torturing the boy, with tongue and lips. "You taste so good, Darryl. I felt your strong throbs in my mouth. You need to have your penis comforted and sucked, boy. Again and again." I proceeded to engulf the hot, towering, adolescent erection-- sliding as I pressed my tongue deliciously against it. 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Date: Sun, 14 Jan 2001 01:29:02 -0500 From: Danny Meyer Subject: BOYZ BRUTAL TRAINING SCHOOL - Chapter 8 Archive;'Boyz Brutal Training School #08'{Danny Meyer}( MB, BB, slow, bd, sm, cbt, tort, anal, inc, twink, ws )[] _______________________________________ BOYZ BRUTAL TRAINING SCHOOL - Chapter 8 _______________________________________ by Danny Meyer Copyright (C) January 14, 2001 by Danny Meyer Send comments to Danny, at: sittinhome@hotmail.com _______________________________________________________________ WARNING: This entire story is fantasy. It is not a reflection of life. All readers are warned not to attempt to re-enact, or recreate any of these actions or incidents, which are entirely fictitious, and potentially dangerous. This fantasy was written for gay men and women. Some bisexual men and women may also enjoy it, as well as some straight men and women, who are curious. If you like male to male sex, and torture, read on. This is a fictional story. None of it ever really happened. None of these people are real people. The story is all about sex, and pain, with young adult men, and younger men from age 13 to 22. All of the action is teen-to-teen, or teen-to-man. In other words, only gay stuff. The cast is 100% male. If you like, and you're allowed to read this, go for it. If not, please select a different story, and have a good day. No hatred or prejudice here. _____________________________________________________ ALL NAMES USED IN THIS STORY ARE WHOLLY FICTITIOUS, AND BEAR NO CONNECTION WITH, RESEMBLANCE, OR RELATION TO ANY REAL PERSON. ANY SUCH SIMILARITY IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL, AND UNINTENTIONAL. _____________________________________________________ ***** CHAPTER 8 ***** ___________________________ Gordon: (NARRATOR) - Owner of the training school John: About to be hired to work at the school Jason: An 18 year-old student, facing punishment Willis: A master, for Jason Steve: (Stephen), a 15 year-old, current initiate Brian: Support boy, 14, for Steve, during the initiation Kevin Kensington, Sr.: A father { Kevin, Jr., 14: { { Shawn, 13: { Brothers; sons of Kevin Kensington, Sr. Thomas: A Master Dr. Tormadillo Chief physician _____________________________________________________ AT THE END OF CHAPTER SEVEN... Tears began to roll from his young, fear-filled eyes--tears from the poor lad's overwhelming embarrassment, at not only being naked, publicly, but naked with a full, throbbing hardon. There was no doubt that every one of Kevin's thoughts--indeed, his entire central nervous system--was focused on his rigid, thoughtless, aching penis, which betrayed him so cruelly. I could feel the wetness in my jock. "See the effect that demon has on my Kevin, ...making his cock all big like that," Kensington said, apparently to the air itself. Then, swiftly directing a cold stare at Shawn, he shouted, "You'll pay for this with your hide, you little devil!" Shawn's eyes widened in panic. ___________________________________________ Thank you, Martin, David, Richard, Jim, Nathan, and others who wrote in. Your email motivated me to write another chapter, and here it is. ___________________________________________ (Chapter 8) - Shawn Kensington's Processing I took the boys' father into the adjoining equipment room, and told him that no matter what the offense, he must never say anything that would amount to rejection of a son, as he was in danger of doing with Shawn. I told him that discipline has to be reinforced with love, or it will have disastrous results. I failed to mention that it would be very tough love, but this was unnecessary--the man's anger being as intense as it was. Although I eagerly withheld that fact from the seething father-- who needed no encouragement to punish his younger son--I knew also, that with the proper type of love, boys more easily accept the more painful punishments, although the love would do nothing to diminish the intensity of the pain experienced by the poor lads. While we genuinely cared for the welfare of our boys, we did use love as a means of intensifying their punishments, as well as giving them some sense of security and sanity. After all, most of our boys were here at the school for a number of years. I thought about what type of tool would be best for the Kensington boys' father to use on Shawn. The man was angry, so I had to be careful I chose something less damaging, but sufficiently pain-inducing to satisfy the man. A whip was out of the question--it would shred the boy. A cane was equally dangerous, and cutting, in the hands of an angry father, as its cutting power was significant. A paddle would be too mild, and the man would probably pound the poor lad senseless before producing enough satisfactory pain. A strap would be too heavy and punishing. A birch seemed to be the best answer, although, if the father were calm, my choice would have been the cane. A birch would slap nicely, though--stingingly, with less cutting. I then explained to Mr. Kensington what a birching was, and how to administer it. A birching was one of the most painful and effective of all whippings--although technically, I did not consider a birch a whip. It was also safer than a whip, in inexperienced hands. Soon, the father had a freshly tied bundle of new birch in his hand--with its distinctive knotty ends that formed the thin, punishing part of the branches--complete with carved, polished handle, at the other end. The handle was especially designed for a birch bundle--it had a large, hollow cylinder at one end, to accept the cut ends of the tied bundle of birch branches, then it tapered to a size appropriate for holding in the hand--all carved from a single piece of premium mahogany. The tied, cut ends of the birch were gripped tightly in the cylindrical portion with an adjustable metal grasping ring. Kevin Kensington Sr. grinned as he took a few practice swings at nothing in particular, and noticed the harsh whipping sound the birch made, as the branches flew through the air. "Leave the birch here, we'll come back for it later," I said. "It's best if your sons don't see it until the last possible moment." I said this, knowing that the sight of the birch would be a distraction, to the two brothers, and take the focus away, somewhat, from the humiliation of the undressing and questioning of Shawn. "How severely should I do it sir?" The father asked. "However you wish to do it," I replied. "Very well then. No mercy for the little pervert," the father intoned, coldly. The anger in the man's voice, and his well-muscled arms gave me a shudder, and I was almost beginning to feel sorry for Shawn. I had been thinking about this situation of one son versus the other, ever since the father had implied that Shawn had forced Kevin into sexual activity. In my mind, that was impossible. The two brothers had to be in it, together. Over the years, my general experience with boys had taught me that about 50% of brothers engage in sex at one time or other, and about a third of those are sexually active with each other for an extended period of time. The actions of Shawn and Kevin, at age 13 and 14--with their hormones out of control--could hardly be considered incest, from my point of view, although there have been cases where brothers remain lovers of some kind, well into adulthood. I had seen a few cases where one brother force sex upon the other, but it has always been the older boy taking advantage of the younger one. I had to go with my gut feeling that this was not the case, and the two boys had simply become sexual with each other. At any rate, brothers were, customarily, a great deal of fun to train and watch, and pit against each other. Also, Kevin did not strike me as the dominant type. In any case, it would be outrageous to punish only the younger boy, for acts in which Kevin was equally participating. It was hard for me to swallow the father's claim that he believed Shawn was the total instigator. My sense of incredulity and injustice, as well as my desire to have two boys punished, rather than one, prompted me to pause, and question Mr. Kensington. "Mr. Kensington, before we go back to your sons, I must say, is it possible that you may not have the full picture of what has occurred, between Kevin and Shawn?" "I know there's more to it, Mr. Wells. I don't want to go into that. And whatever you discover on your own, keep to yourself. I don't want to know the details." "Then, sir, you must punish Kevin as well," I said, hoping the father's words meant that he realized that the two boys were equally sexually involved, and just couldn't face the facts, nor did he seem to want to hurt the older boy, Kevin, whom the man obviously prized. "It just wouldn't be--" "Look," the senior Kensington cut me off, somewhat distressed, "I'll leave Kevin to you. I have other reasons for punishing the little one. Now, let's get on with it, Mr. Wells." My having voiced the truth of the situation, somewhat, I was relieved, and had to accept the fact that the father could not face punishing Kevin, himself. Nevertheless this would be a one-sided affair until I could get rid of the man and deal with the boys, myself. I could not help wondering why the father held Kevin in such high esteem, while almost loathing the younger, Shawn. I could understand the father deferring to one son, more than another, but what had Shawn done, I asked myself, to invoke such wrath on the part of his father? "In any case, Mr. Kensington, we must complete the disrobing of the boys, before continuing. As we discussed, I will have Kevin undress Shawn--unless you've changed your mind about our plan for undressing him." "That will do," the man said, roughly--obviously uncomfortable. "It should have been Shawn that you embarrassed," Kensington added, as if uttering it to himself, more than to me. It was true that Shawn, the younger boy, had been spared embarrassment at the beginning of this process, but Shawn would soon be shamed well enough, in his undressing--and later, as the receptor of the vigorous hiding from the dreaded birch. We exited the equipment room, and headed toward the two boys in the punishment area. I took a moment to explain a few things to John, including the fact that the punishment area had a privacy curtain that could be pulled around it, but that there was obviously no need for it now. Kevin still appeared to be quite fearful. He was charming with his rose-colored boyish blush. His penis had finally softened-- to the boy's great relief, I was certain. But, of course, it was Shawn who was to be the object of my attention, now. I wanted an excuse to have more contact with Shawn, before proceeding, and decided to put the boy's shirt back on him. This would allow me to have some much-desired skin contact with this little beauty, and a chance to intimidate him with my practiced stares--as well as prolong Shawn's disrobing process. Everyone, including the brotherly pair, was totally baffled as I slid the shirt over Shawn's perfect, 13 year-old form, and buttoned it patiently. The little lad cooperated beautifully, moving his arms, gracefully into position, as required. No one said a word, but John looked as if he were quite full of questions. I stepped back to admire Shawn, who actually looked very appealing with his shirt on. It was time to begin in earnest. "Shawn!!" my voice exploded, "I understand you've been a bad boy." I intoned this ominously, in spit of the fact that it was somewhat a lie--in the sense that both boys had been, most likely, equally enthusiastic about the activity that had precipitated this state of affairs and that singling out this young beauty--as the sole instigator--was unjust. I took comfort in the fact that, after the senior Kensington departed, it would be Kevin's turn to be punished. Like his brother, Shawn nearly jumped out of his skin, at my sudden, forceful greeting, causing me several pleasant bodily sensations, as I watched the boy go slowly, torturously, to the raw edges of nervous tension and trepidation. The poor lad could not have looked cuter, as he began to blush, involuntarily--reacting to my booming vocalization of his name, and the implied accusation against him. Shawn's blush was a combination of the attention suddenly focused on him, his acute awareness that he was not alone in his sexual ardor, and a realization that he was about to undergo unjust and painful punishment, at the hands of his angry father--an experience that would be totally new to the frightened boy. Shawn's subtle, angry glances at Kevin, told me that he knew how unfair this was, to be singled out, in this manner. "Yes sir." "You admit to being bad, then?" The boy paused. He knew he had to keep up the lie, to avoid further angering his father. Except for the toughest of ruffians, most boys became quite uncomfortable when lying, especially under these circumstances. Shawn's color deepened, and he gritted his teeth. "Yes sir." His entire response, and the look of his body posture, was one of understated, suppressed anger--moderated significantly by his self-conscious uneasiness. Shawn's voice had an enrapturing meek quality, similar to that of his brother Kevin, but his response lacked the hesitation of his older brother. There was fear enough, however--in his thin, boyish tone--to bring a certain satisfaction, for my efforts at startling him. Not wanting to start a family commotion, or cause the lad to elaborate upon the lie, and knowing there would be time for confessions, later, I aborted my plan to ask Shawn just what it was that he had done, to cause him to proclaim himself a bad boy. "It's time to get you undressed, boy." "Yes sir," Shawn uttered, more meekly than before. I was surprised to see the boys trembling hand move upward to his shirt button. "I did not say you should start to undress, Shawn!" Another blush rose and colored the lad's face, as Shawn realized that antagonizing anyone, at this point, could intensify his punishment. Nevertheless, his speech became careless. "I didn't know, sir," the boy blurted out, defiantly. "Is that all you have to say for yourself, having done something you were not asked to do?" There came a mammoth pause. Shawn knew he was in a bad way, now. The poor little lad blushed more profusely. His eyes pleaded, and darted, tensely, from person to person--like a child in a school play, waiting for the prompter to whisper his forgotten line. Fear set in, as his eyes widened, but finally the penny dropped. "Oh... uhmm ... sorry, sir," the boy muttered, carelessly. "LOUDER, boy! And stand up straight." Now it was time for action, and I gripped my small paddle--which perpetually hung from my belt--and looked over at the father, who nodded, perceptibly. I was very good at attacking a boy's buttocks so quickly, that he wouldn't see it coming. "WHACK!!!" "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Shawn's little-boy voice--loudly proclaiming his pain and surprise, so appropriately--vibrated, erotically through my aroused body structures. The single stroke of the paddle produced an immediate red rectangle across the white buttocks and a sharp look of pained surprise on the boy's little face. Shawn got the message. "I'm very sorry sir!" the lad said, looking and sounding only slightly sorry, but very military--controlled, somehow. His eyes were on the verge of glaring, angrily at me, but he held back, I could tell. I was thinking to myself, 'This kid has balls.' Shawn would obviously be more fun to train than his meeker, older brother--although we had ways of emboldening a boy, such as Kevin, at the start of training, only to knock that out of him, later. Boldness was something a boy should display only when commanded to do so, which was a fun, little game, in itself. But training wasn't as effective, or as much fun, if a boy had no 'rebel' in him, to begin with. I whispered to John, later, "That's how we teach them character and self-control." "Whatever you say, Gordon," was John's mirthful response. The senior Kensington's face had slowly reddened with anger, at his younger son's insolent behavior, and he spoke out. "You just added to your punishment boy," the father shouted. "Pay attention and show some respect, or you'll have no hide left, by the time I'm done with you." Shawn shook, in fear. I had a feeling Shawn wouldn't have much hide left, regardless of what happened now. As much as I disliked the man's disapproval of his younger son, he couldn't have said this at a better time. It was the perfect thing to hasten the breakdown of Shawn's resistance. A tear formed in one of the boy's eyes. It was the precise moment for me to continue, and I turned my attention, momentarily, to Shawn's brother. "Kevin, undress your brother--shirt first," I said, nearly shouting at the older brother, who was by no means at ease, himself. The bigger lad jumped, and his face curled in horror. "Oh God..." Kevin gasped, involuntarily, his penis swinging, enticingly, from the slight heave of his chest. Now, there were two boyish, blushing faces to admire, as well as their naked bodies. The brothers looked at each other with discouraged glances that told me they seemed to feel they had been found out, somehow--although they truly had no way of knowing this. "Speak up, Kevin," I bellowed. "Yes SIR!" As Kevin reached for his brother's shirt button, he blocked our view, completely. I repositioned the mortified lads so we could have a clear, frontal view of them. 'The embarrassment has barely begun,' I thought to myself. The older lad's trembling hands had a terrible time manipulating his brother's shirt buttons, but we all watched, as Kevin went about the task. "Keep facing FRONT, boys!" I said, as menacingly as possible, having found it difficult to maintain my typical sternness--enchanted as I was by the good-looking, brotherly duo. New boys usually had this effect on me, but I soon overcame it. The brothers faced front again, as instructed, and Kevin dutifully removed Shawn's shirt. Then, Kevin seemed to be frozen in a stupor--completely motionless. Shawn's appetizing chest was now bare, and the next step in undressing the boy seemed obvious enough. Instead of criticizing Kevin, I decided to take a different approach. Shawn's hour had come, and he was obviously upset, but looked quite adorable in what I could only describe as 'little-boy shorts.' An unduly prominent, tell-tale bulge gave me some additional inspiration. "Shawn, do you have underwear on, under your shorts?" I queried, loudly, to make the question as disconcerting as possible. The lad blushed, charmingly enough, and I could see we had worn down some of his resistance. Shawn looked more terrified, more hesitant. "Umm, well... not really, sir," Shawn said. I could see a slight tremble in his lips, as he answered me. "I suppose we'll get to see for ourselves, now won't we, boy?" "Oh... uhhh... yes sir," the lad replied stammeringly, with his blush ever increasing now. It was exciting to realize that only one garment remained to be taken off little Shawn--a fact that, no doubt, did not escape the boy's own notice. "Kevin, stand next to your brother and unbutton his shorts. Unzip them, but hold on to them so they don't slide down," I said. The cute 14 year-old gulped, blushed, and began to pant so sensually. I felt a new stream of precum in my jock. "Yes, sir." Kevin's shaking hands reached out to his brother's fly, and he clumsily unbuttoned it. Finding the tab of the zipper proved to be more difficult, as it was apparently wedged in place, but Kevin finally gripped it, and began to slide it down. Almost predictably, as Kevin worked at this last set of tasks that would ultimately reveal his brother's nakedness, the older boy's penis began to become erect. This time, the father merely blushed, at the sight of Kevin's arousal, rather than pummeling Shawn with more defamatory character assaults. Since the man was apparently refraining from blasting Shawn with further dishonor, I presumed that my little talk had had some effect on the brute, but wondered how the man had managed to refrain from striking out at his sons, all these years--angry and ready to strike out as he seemed to be, now. Kevin was mortified that his adolescent prick had a mind of its own--cruelly revealing his sexual feelings, again--and was beside himself trying to hide his ample organ from his father's view, and obviously trying to figure out how to prevent it from growing any further. Kensington senior seemed not to react, further, to Kevin's sexual arousal. "Go ahead, Kevin, pull his shorts down, now--slowly." I thought, the slower the better--the more time for Kevin's erection--and Shawn's embarrassment, to develop. Shawn, now shaking with fear, was stripped naked. His penis fell into view, and it matched his older brother's, in size, surprisingly, but it was well ahead of the older boy's in the state of its erection. It was a glorious, thumping, thick penis- -not quite adult-sized, but quite large, for a 13 year-old. Shawn's cock stood up proudly, completely hard. He too, blushed, under his father's gaze, but did not try to cover himself with his hands, as his older brother had done. Instead, he glared at the man. "Shameless!" yelled the father. I gazed intently at Shawn's enticing erection. Staring me in the face was the biggest difference between the two brothers. Shawn was uncircumcised. I was very surprised, at this mismatch, between the two boys. Normally brothers were treated the same as far as circumcision goes--either both were cut, or both uncut. Now, I mentally listed the differences between the two boys. Kevin was dressed better than Shawn, has shoes, whereas his little brother did not, and Kevin carried his fathers full name. This mismatch in the application of circumcision to one boy and not the other had to be, not a cause, but another clue to the father's vastly different treatment of his two sons. There was no time to pursue that thought, now. Shawn's foreskin looked charming--performing its protective role- -partially covering a good portion of the curvaceous tip of the alluring organ. All eyes were on Shawn, and various parts of him. At first, I thought the boy had no pubic hair at all. Then, I saw a small, thin, maddeningly sensual patch of peach fuzz just above Shawn's penis. Still, at a distance, he appeared to be completely hairless. His blush deepened now--as it began to sink in to the uneasy lad, that all of us were watching his erect, pubescent dick waving about, as he shifted his weight, nervously, from foot to foot. It was incredibly arousing. By this time, Kevin also had a complete erection, and a constant blush. Both boys displayed a drop of precum, at the tip of their stunning, hard penises. I glanced over at John, and needless to say, we were both pleased at the present turn of events. "I see you've started to get some hair there, Shawn, don't you?" I asked, realizing that with the obvious attention bestowed on the boy's penis, there was no need to explain where "there" actually was. Of course, the translucent patch of new growth--incredibly short, thin, sparse, and pale--could hardly be called, "hair." Young boys are always so proud of their pubic hair, regardless of how little they have, so it was not entirely surprising that, despite the poor lad's shame and discomfort, a small smile of pride washed over Shawn's face, momentarily. Nevertheless, he began to fidget, self-consciously, and--in defiance of his discomfiture at the attention his penis was receiving--more than once, his hand traveled to his beckoning and very excited cock-- probably unconsciously wanting to give it a few solid, satisfying strokes--but stopping just in time, as he realized the self- implicating and humiliating results of such a move. Still, it was enchanting to see the boy's trembling hand reach for his penis and retract, quickly--his hand quaking more markedly for the experience and frustration, which was quite apparent on Shawn's cherubic face. Each time the boy's hand made its aborted journey to his erection, the poor lad's face deepened in color, and Shawn stood--half ashamed, half defeated--and looked at us fearfully, expecting the worst, and probably wishing he could be anywhere but here--standing naked with his penis hard as it could be--with four adults and his brother watching his proud organ and his extreme distress. Nevertheless, it was charmingly amusing to see Shawn's eyes dart down, quickly, to steal a proud glance at his nicely sized penis. Most boys had a sense of pride and fascination with their sex organs, and such pride tended to overrule various inhibitions, at this young age, even if it added to their embarrassment. "Yes sir," Shawn said, with a touch of enhanced self- esteem. I had almost forgotten my question, having been so busy taking in the arousing sights before me. 'Oh yes, that proud look--his pubic fuzz,' I reminded myself. I knew my next question, instinctively. "You must jack off a lot, Shawn, to have hair there already--or do you just do it once or twice a day?" Of course, the frequency of masturbation had nothing to do with the hormones that produced pubic hair--in fact it was the other way around--but to a relatively innocent 13 year-old, this statement, aimed at humiliating a boy, usually made sense to him. The boy's knees began to weaken, at my overly intimate query, and they bent, slightly, as the boy turned one of the darkest shades of red I have even seen on a young lad. Tears began to stream, silently down Shawn's childlike face. "Uhhhhh ihhhh .... sir I ..... oh God.... just once or twice, sir." "Well, we will see about that, boy!" I said, threateningly. The poor boy gulped, in pathetic fear at the mere thought of someone preventing him from experiencing his consummate bodily pleasure. "Uhh! Y-y-yes sir." The father's smile told me he interpreted this as my intention to prohibit all of Shawn's attempted sexual activity in the future-- a misunderstanding I was more than happy to ignore. The poor lad had nothing to fear, in that department. Not only would Shawn be given many opportunities to ejaculate his seed for us, but I relished the thought his wanting me help him do so--of privately and personally stroking this little stud's cock, with his naked body seated on mine, bringing him repeatedly to the edge of climax, but cutting off the stimulation in a timely manner, preventing him from spilling his anxious, young seed--a thought that would be common to the minds of many masters, once they got a look at this boy. I wondered how long it would take, in that process, before the lad would either lose control and shoot his bodily fluid all over himself, or scream for release. Shawn seemed to be toughening, somewhat, to the fact that his dick was sticking out, for all to see. I had to do something about that. I decided to have a little more fun with him, before witnessing the inevitable thrashing of the boy's flawless flesh. Being uncut, Shawn provided just the element I needed. "I can't see your dick very well, boy. Do something about it!" "W-what sir?" Shawn uttered, as his sudden stutter and ever-darkening complexion betrayed the fact that he had understood. "Don't ever say, "What," boy--but never mind, for now. Look straight down boy. What do you see?" The trembling lad reluctantly pivoted his head downward, and painfully lowered his eyes, to gaze directly upon his erection. "I see... I see... my um... sex thing, sir" "You mean your PENIS, Shawn?" I said, overemphasizing the word, to the boy's utter dismay and discomfort. If Shawn was embarrassed before, he was totally mortified by this. You could see his little chest give a big heave, as he suppressed a sob. "Yes sir." "Say it, Shawn!" "I see my... p-penis, sir." "Good boy. You see Shawn, I think it's a nice penis, but I can't see it all, boy! Don't you think you have a nice penis, Shawn?" "I... I guess so," Shawn said, hesitantly--so acutely embarrassed, now, was the trembling youth. I knew the boy was too terrified to figure out was I was getting at, so I had to spell it out, for him. "You say you have a nice penis, Shawn. Your foreskin is covering part of it, boy. Pull your foreskin back over the tip, so we can it. We want to see the tip of your penis. That's very important, especially when a penis is so hard, like yours is, Shawn. We want to see how nice your penis is--ALL of it!" Clearly the boy was broken, now, as his pain-filled, clouded eyes looked upward, sorrowfully, at us, and he sobbed, heavily, as his unsteady hand grasped his erect organ, and pulled back the fleshly, protective sheath, uncovering a perfectly exquisite head--the powerful looking tip very red in color, now, from his prolonged erection. As the tight skin journeyed backward over the crown of the corona, the boy's body seemed to pulse, and his little legs gave a jolt. Tears, from the defeated boy's intense crying, dripped down onto Shawn's delicious erection, contributing a powerful sensuality to what was probably the most erotic moment in my career. "Yes! Very good boy. Very good! We can all see your penis CLEARLY now--ALL of it. You're right, Shawn, it is a nice one. "Yuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!" The boy gave a gigantic cry of total misery, and sobbed uncontrollably, at this final indignity and exposure. His pride had been thoroughly crushed. His most private part--hungrily and uncontrollably erect--had been the object of intense gazing, and he had been seen publicly touching it. I wondered if the pleasure he must have felt, as the rich flesh of his foreskin slipped back to uncover the slick glans, was sufficient to ameliorate any of the boy's unsettling torment. The father smiled, maliciously, but blushed and shifted uneasily- -obviously uncomfortable with so much attention being paid to his son's sex organ. I felt this display of Kensington's embarrassment was a bit of a victory on my part--getting the man to have a more reasonable attitude, toward his younger boy. I knew that this was insufficient to assuage his virulent anger, however. "Prepare for your punishment, boy--as best you can," I said. Nodding to the father, and turning toward the equipment room, I began to head in that direction. Kensington followed, instantly, knowing it was time to retrieve the birch, and flog the poor boy. "Now I understand better, why you train them naked," the father said excitedly--his gleeful smile telling me he approved, wholeheartedly. "You destroyed him, back there." So much for the man's compassion, I thought. I smiled, and nodded, in response to the father's vicarious sense of victory. I needed to have this over, and get the man out of here. He was cramping my style, so to speak. In the relative privacy of the equipment, room, I again cautioned the senior Kensington to avoid harsh disapproval of his younger son, especially in light of the fact that, as soon as he left, the boys would be without his presence, and would need a little security. I did not press for a response. It's impossible to train a boy, long term, without his having some sense of mental balance. The temptation to inquire about the man's motives for treating Shawn so harshly was too much. "Mr. Kensington, I noticed that Shawn was not circumcised, while Kevin is. Normally there are no problems with that, but I was wondering if Shawn--" "I don't care to discuss that, Mr. Wells. Dammit! Circumcise him if you want. I'll sign the papers. Hell, yes, cut the little one--make the two of them match, maybe that will get the little bastard to behave. Make it hurt, while you're at it. That should teach him a lesson." I did not reply. I began to honestly feel that this man's sons were truly better off at my school then at the hands of their father. It was surprising to recall that the man had never spanked his sons, but it seemed likely that he would have started to do so, soon, on his own. Such out-of-control anger could end up seriously injuring his sons. I was happier than ever to have his two striking boys at my school. The man grabbed the birch, enthusiastically, and he took a few more practice swings. "This will hurt--right, Mr. Wells?" "It will hurt him very badly, Mr. Kensington, I assure you." With that, the man smiled, but I saw through it, to the anger in his face. "I can do it as hard as I want, then?" I wanted to say, 'no,' for the sheer power of Kensington's anger, and having seen parents, in the past, go too far with the first beating of their son--but I had to maintain my professional image, or lose credibility with this man. Besides it was HIS son. Of course, I was the ultimate authority in this establishment, and could call a halt at any time. "Yes," was all I managed to say, as I eyed the instrument of pain that would soon be slapping, angrily his son's buttocks. I was sure, now, that a birching was the right thing, because while producing savage, stinging pain, a birch cut far less than most other means of flogging a boy. A birch is a beautiful branch, but, in the form of an instrument of punishment--with its long strands and intimidating multiple tips--it was a frightening and imposing sight. The man held it proudly, by its handle. It would be an interesting hiding, to be sure. We walked quickly back to the punishment area, where the two naked brothers were doing their best to stand at attention-- trying desperately to overcome their natural instinct to bend forward, to hide their proud-looking erections from our view. The boys' eyes widened in pure terror, as they saw the hideous- looking instrument of punishment in their father's hands. Their mouths dropped open, considerably, and they reached, spontaneously for each other, as if trying to protect one another with their half embraces. The boys' faces paled to a ghostly white. I nodded to Thomas, who now prepared the naked younger boy, face down, and Thomas bent him over a small, padded table, to which Shawn's upper body was securely strapped. His arms were stretched forward, and chained in an outstretched position. The striking lad's beautiful butt, back, and legs were exposed for all of us to see. Even from the back, he was an impressive- looking 13 year-old. Thomas spread the boy's legs a satisfactory distance apart, further exposing the vulnerable, smooth flesh, and placed the restraint bar a foot or so above the boy's calves--allowing considerable room for movement, but preventing his limbs from folding back far enough to interfere with the punishment. The fearful quivering of Shawn's young body was positively captivating. Now came the part I liked best. Thomas placed a thick, hard pillow under the boy's abdomen, which not only raised Shawn's buttocks higher--making them a more tempting, easy target, but this raising up of the lad's hips more thoroughly exposed his tight scrotum. The boy's stiffened penis, however, was almost completely hidden, as it pressed insistently against his abdomen. It was obvious the boy was trembling from head to toe, but I could also see that Shawn was trying to brace himself against whatever was to come. He clenched his fists and teeth, and closed his eyes, tightly--much like Jason did, during his ordeal. But, alas, the diminutive boy would be no match, for the ferocious birch. My erection ached at the sight of this innocent beauty--tensed and helpless--his little heart beating almost audibly, his body sweating and squirming in fear against his bonds, and his father standing, menacingly, over the perfect flesh, with birch bundle in hand. I was hoping the man would speak a few words to the frightened little lad first, but he swung the tormenting birch brutally, and tore into the boy's unprotected, pure white buttocks. The boy grunted, tremulously, in his high pitched voice--as only pre- adolescents can--and a crimson blush immediately filled his young face, and began to spread, downward. It only took a second blow to start the boy kicking his legs and screaming, loudly, in pain. Shawn emitted an anguished, prolonged cry, followed by a pathetic plea. "Yeeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Please! NO!! AHH! Naaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!" As the awful, punishing power of the birch made itself known, audibly and visibly, to the tender buttocks of the sumptuous, blonde lad, his agonizing screams escalated. Birches are very loud when they strike, and the sound of, "Whip! Splat! Smack!" was frighteningly painful to behold--particularly as Shawn's body convulsed, wildly, with each stroke of the cruel weapon. Shawn kicked his legs more profoundly, further indicating the torture the cruel birch was impressing upon his young flesh-- unaccustomed as it was to even a mild spanking. All control was lost--with Shawn now in excruciating pain--as his father continued with powerfully-delivered, steady streams of barbarous, gruesome blows to the poor boy. With aching agony already flashing unbearably though his little body, young Shawn was reduced to phenomenal shrieks of howling, and flailing his limbs about, as a stream of tears ran down his angelic face. The father lowered his aim, now, and began to strike out at the even more tender thighs and calves of the boy. Impossibly, Shawn's kicks and pitiful screams of agony became more profound, and more heart rending, as the awful birching continued, and the father appeared to be attempting to embed the birch into the tortured boy's thin, hairless, flapping legs. The father took great care to ensure that Shawn's delicate inner thighs also became well coated with ominous red welts, which greatly intensified the boy's blood-curdling complaints. Shawn's steady roar of youthful, energetic screams of pain burst into powerful blasts of anguished shouts. The strength of the boy's vocalizations was such that I wondered if the windows, or the plaster on the walls could withstand such a potent, sonic blast, let alone the unfortunate lad's sensitive flesh. "Yaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrhhhhhhhhhh, PLEASE, NO, STOP-- AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!" Scores of unforgiving, barbarian blows drove the boy to renewed screaming, sobbing fits of amplified agony, and his pitiful cries for mercy went unheeded by his cruel, paternal parent. "Whhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!! Nahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" I suppose it could have been mere chance, or bad aim on the part of the father, but one of his powerful strokes landed directly between the young lad's inner thighs, wrapped around and upward, and sent the tips of the birch smashing, fiercely into the boy's unprotected, vulnerable scrotum and penis, with a high pitched whipping, slapping sound that could only be perceived as a searing blast of incredible, stinging, smashing pain that coursed through the poor lad's privates. This was immediately followed by a fantastic, surging, agonized wail of horror--a high pitched eerie scream--as if it came from the depths of the bowels of Shawn's helpless, throbbing body. "YAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! The pathetic lad cried, shriekingly, in excruciating anguish--his little voice booming out in unspeakable pain, then trailing off, in that tormented, strangled sound of overwhelming suffering and helplessness. Shawn's body throbbed, endlessly, and his legs kicked about with incredible speed and urgency. Quickly, the father moved his attention to the boy's exposed, tender back, fiendishly propelling the tough whip-ends of the wicked tendrils mercilessly into Shawn's ribs, and causing him to issue forth a fresh lament of compounded, horrified screams and shrieks, while his little legs whipped about with renewed urgency. It was as if Shawn's thrashing limbs were not only betraying the overwhelming torture he was experiencing, but were pleading, desperately, for the hideous punishment to cease. But the hellish rhythm of, "Whip, whip, slap, smack" continued, unabated. Shawn was now a dismal sight--howling and wailing at an unbearable volume, in heart-rending tones. His welt-striped body was squirming in agony, and his little chest heaving, desperately, for air. His thinly-muscled arms stretched their chains, tightly. Every muscle and tendon in his legs, arms and neck was visibly protruding, and the ever-reddening, dark blush in his neck and face told the story of his painful ordeal, as did the gruesome striped flesh. As the stinging slapping of the birch continued to pound him, the unfortunate boy's face remained contorted in the picture of excruciating pain. His little body twisted, grotesquely under the mammoth, biting blows of the brutal birch. The poor lad screamed, relentlessly, and his face was drenched with his tears. We all stood, in awe of the sight and sounds of him, and particularly the great mass of redness that had developed. Finally, the man stopped--presumably because the screaming boy had not a white spot left on him, it seemed. At the master's bidding, the father had Kevin remove Shawn's restraints, and help stand him up. The younger brother was unable to stand of his own power, and Kevin--tearful and trembling, himself--held Shawn up, and turned him to face his tormentors. Shawn's shaken and beaten body was a pitiful and erotic sight. As Kevin turned him to face us, I could see that Shawn's erection had partially survived the thrashing, and eventually the boy's deep blush grew deeper, as all eyes gazed, once again, upon the thirteen-year-old's penis--astounded that the young boy's dick was still proudly pointing almost upward, with all six of its pulsing, aroused inches--though having drooped somewhat under the torture of the humiliating ordeal. John and I had drifted slightly behind the others, and he questioned me, quietly. "What the hell was in that candy those boys ate?" "In the candy? Why, nothing, John. Why do you ask?" I said--attempting, unsuccessfully to control a smile in my facial expression. "No kid could keep a hardon through all that beating. Besides, you're a bad liar, Gordon." Actually, I had thought myself a good liar, when the occasion called for it, but I was hardly about to argue the point with John. At any rate, I found a sort of satisfaction that John's question betrayed his interest in the youth's sexual anatomy. All eyes were on the boy's swollen cock, now, and our stares caused Shawn--now trembling more violently than ever, incredibly weak, and trying to wipe his tear-drenched face--to look down and inspect his almost forgotten, prized organ. Shawn's face confirmed his utter humiliation and fear at being exposed, publicly, in a sexually excited state after such a beating, and of the sudden realization that his father's anger might now be compounded. The boy's eyes widened with intensified horror, and more blush began to cover Shawn's face and body, as the lad made a terrifying discovery. His eyes focused beyond the little group formed by his father, brother, me, John, and Thomas. Unbeknownst to his sons, and previously approved by the father, the boys from other families had been brought in and quietly assembled, to form an additional audience, for the proceedings. This was obviously too much for the tortured little lad. Shawn's boyish chest pounded, visibly, at this horrendous discovery, and his heart went almost faint with the ultimate embarrassment and shame--a natural reaction of the innocent boy to the combination of his public erection, his father's gaze, and the additional onlookers. "Please, NO!" the pathetic boy pleaded while still staring, in disbelief, at his erection--as if to say his penis did this by itself, and not of his own volition--and as if he could speak to his dick, and get it to respond to his will. My own excited organ throbbed in the confines if its jock. "You've learned NOTHING," the father shouted at his tortured, younger son. Strange, I had thought Shawn had had his first lesson in erotic torture--albeit an agonizingly painful one--but then, it was too early to tell. "I believe we are done, gentlemen," I said. In an act of finality to ensure closure, I pulled the curtain around the boys, and gave them some privacy, knowing that our video cameras would record everything they did, for John and me to review later. I had my suspicions as to what the two lads might do. "It's just as well," the man declared. "I'll be needing to leave soon, for an appointment." -- Danny Meyer, January 14, 2001 sittinhome@hotmail.com END OF CHAPTER 8 (please read below) ------------------------------------------------------------- If you want more, kindly write to me at the address, below. It helps me to write a more interesting chapter if you also tell me some of your preferences. sittinhome@hotmail.com If you want me to reply, mark your email, "Reply--yes," or some other, clear wording requesting a response. 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Date: Thu, 07 Nov 2002 21:35:22 -0600 From: Ralph x Subject: "JJ" Chapter15 Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read materials of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This story contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys. The acts are consensual and are a result of their love or lust for one another. Chapter 15 "Get your ass over here and suck my cock" said the master, as Kevin and I lost our boners at being discovered by my Uncle. He was sitting on a chair, shirtless, with black leather pants on, and his hard cock sticking out. I noticed that he was watching the porn tape that my brothers had made the other night, with the 'team'. "Boy, aren't you going to introduce me to this kid that's going to suck my cock" We walked over to where Uncle Bill was sitting. Kevin couldn't take his eyes off Uncle's large cock. "Get down on your knees and take my cock in your mouth," Uncle said to Kevin. He dropped to his knees in front of Uncle Bill and began licking the pre-cum off his hard cock. "Both of you take off your clothes. I want to see you naked," Uncle Bill ordered us. Kevin stood in front of him and pulled his shirt over his head as Uncle Bill grabbed his little nipples and pulled hard on them. He continued to play with his nipples as Kevin removed his pants, exposing his hairless groin. His cock was standing at attention, and Kevin just loved for him, or anyone, to play with his nipples. "How old are you," my Uncle asked Kevin, as he started rubbing his hands over his hairless balls and cock? "Fourteen, sir," Kevin replied. Uncle Bill turned to me and asked me what I had told Kevin about us. "Nothing," I replied, "except that while my parents are away, that you were going to be watching us, Sir." Uncle Bill pulled Kevin closer to him, and started taking his cock into his mouth. I thought that Kevin was going to shoot his load right into my Uncle's" mouth, but somehow he controlled himself. "I never sucked on a hairless cock before, and you tasted very good, now get down and suck my man-meat," ordered my Uncle. "Master, sir, Kevin likes to have his ass fucked. Is it ok if I fuck it, Sir?" Kevin looked up from sucking my Uncles cock, as I spoke, kind of with a questioning look on his face. My Uncle also noticed the look, and told him that from now on, he too, was his slave, and that he could address him as Sir, or master; that he was to do everything he was told without question or suffer the consequences. "Yes, Master," Kevin said, and then took the master's cock back in his mouth, bobbing his head up and down. Master's cock was the biggest that Kevin had ever sucked on, and he was having a hard time getting it all in his mouth. The master crooked his finger at me, calling me over, as my hard cock was sticking straight out in front on me. When I got close, he grabbed my cock, pulled it towards his mouth, taking it into his mouth, all the way down to my balls. I hadn't cum all day, since morning, when he sucked my cock, and was really horny from watching my friend, Kevin, suck on his cock. The master let my cock go; telling me that now it was wet and should be easier to get into Kevin's ass. I walked behind Kevin, dropping to my knees and spreading his ass cheeks apart, I could see his pink hole winking at me, just asking to be fucked. The master told me that I should eat his hole out to get him ready for my cock. I didn't hesitate, and began to lick around his pucker, then trusted my tongue into him. Kevin was loving the feeling. He loved sucking cock, and getting his ass fucked. Now he was getting it from both ends. Kevin's hands were busy stroking his cock as I entered his boy pussy with my cock. I went really slow, giving him a chance to get used to my hard cock. When I was in all the way, I stopped again, letting his insides get used to my cock, and then began to pump my boy-meat into his ass. The master told him not to cum in his hand; that when he was ready, he wanted to suck the cum out of his balls. The master spread his legs wide, and told Kevin to start sucking on his nuts, and licking his asshole. Kevin started licking his balls, working his way slowly down to his hole. Kevin had never rimmed anyone before, and was a bit hesitant. The master told him that he was doing a good job, but needed to use his tongue more, and to get the tip of his it into that hole. The entire time, I was still fucking Kevin's ass and was getting close, so I asked my master where I should shoot my cum. He told me to shoot it on his hard cock, so that Kevin and I could lick it off. I pulled my cock out of Kevin's ass and I began pumping my cumming cock over my master's cock. I shot four loads of boy cum on his cock as Kevin continued rimming his ass. "Now lick your cum off my cock," my master ordered me. So I dropped to my knees, stuck my tongue out, and began licking the base of his hard cock as my cum ran down his cock into my mouth. Kevin yelled that he was cumming, and the master told him to get up by his mouth. Kevin stood up and almost ran up to the master with his hard cock so close to cumming. The master grabbed his boy cock, and took it into his mouth as it began squirting a load of cum into the master's mouth. The master was grabbing Kevin's ass and rubbing his boy-pussy hole with his fingers, getting Kevin to shoot more of his cum into the master's mouth. When Kevin was done shooting his load, he fell to the floor totally drained of his juices. I continued to suck and lick my cum off the master's cock. "Now, Kevin, I want you to sit on my cock and take it up your ass." Kevin looked at the master and began to protest, and the master slapped him in the face leaving a large handprint across his mouth. "Boy, I told you that I'm the master, and your're the slave. Now do as you're told or you'll get more." Kevin got up and straddled the master's legs while I lined up his hole with my master's hard cock. He told Kevin to go at his own pace, but he wanted his cock in his ass. Kevin never took suck a large and fat cock in his ass before, and I was afraid for him that it was going to hurt. Kevin took it like a man, and slowly lowered himself on that hard cock. The master just leaned back and moaned with pleasure as Kevin's ass wrapped tightly around his man cock. I just sort of stood there, slowing stroking my hard cock, as I watched the master's large cock fuck Kevin's ass. I could tell that Kevin was now enjoying the master's cock up his ass, because his eyes were closed, and once again his cock was hard. I leaned over and gave Kevin a kiss and he opened his eyes, then his mouth to accept my tongue. His eyes told me that he was enjoying getting fucked in the ass, as the master continued to pump his hard cock deep into Kevin's boy pussy. Kevin and I were making out pretty good as the master reached over and started to pump my hard cock with his hand. I looked at him and smiled, but then continued to kiss Kevin and probe his mouth with my tongue. Kevin cried out that he was going to cum again, and the master told him to hold off and they could cum at the same time. With that, the master's cock began pumping into Kevin's ass at a fast pace bringing the both of them to a climax. The master kept his cock in Kevin and sprayed his inside with his cum as Kevin's cum shot all over my master's chest. It was too hot for me to take, and my own cock began shooting it's cum, also on the master's chest. The beads of cum were sticking to his chest hairs, and soon I knew that the master would be having us lick him clean. Without waiting to be told, I leaned over his chest and started to lick our cum off the hairs on the master's chest, paying close attention to his hard nipples. He told me to let Kevin lick the cum off his chest; that I was to suck the remaining cum from his softening cock, and then lick the cum out Kevin's pussy. We looked up to see Josh, Kevin's brother, and the twins watching the action. Jacob was the first one to speak; saying that he was next to fuck the boy's ass. He started pulling his hard cock out of his pants, when the master told him that he was the one that was going to get fucked next. Jacob told him, "There's no fuckin' way anyone was going to stick a cock up my ass!" The master jumped up and grabbed a leather whip he had hidden along side his chair. He started whipping Jacob who was cowering in pain, trying to protect himself from the whip and the master's fury. The master ordered us to grab Jacob's arms and hold him down. We all jumped on Jacob, and did our best holding him, while the master continued to whip any part of his body that the whip could hit. We also were all trying our best to avoid being hit by the flying whip. Jon had taken many of the hits that were aimed at his twin. The master brought over a pair of handcuffs and clipped them over Jacob's wrists as we held his hands behind his body. He turned to Jon, and told him that he was going to be the first to pop Jacob's cherry. Seeing that he loved his brother so much, by taking some of the whip that was aimed at Jacob, he thought that it would only be right. "I kill anyone that sticks their cock up my ass" cried Jacob, who was still struggling to get loose from the handcuffs. The master started to whip him again, and this time there was no one able to help him. I felt sorry for my brother, and the master told him to shut his mouth, 'cause he was going to get it up the ass from all of us. He started to rip Jacob's shirt off his body, as Jacob now started to beg him. "Please master, don't fuck my ass. Please, I'll do what ever you say, but please don't fuck my ass, master" The master just looked at him, and said, "It's a little late now, to be a good slave. You need to have a lesson taught you". The master turned to Jon, and told him to start working on his brothers hole and loosen him up, so it wouldn't hurt him so bad when he stuck his cock up his ass. Jon spread Jacob's ass cheeks and stuck his tongue up his boy-pussy. Jacob started crying and begging Jon not to fuck his ass. "Please, please, please don't fuck my ass," Jacob begged. The master just stood there with his hard cock pointing out from his body and looked around. Noticing Josh, he pointed at him with his whip and said, "Whomever the fuck you are, get naked and suck on Jon's cock. Make it nice and wet, so it can slide into that ass he's eating". Josh started doing what the master wanted, but not fast enough for him, and he swung the whip again, hitting Josh in the arm. He cried out in pain, but started moving faster. Kevin and I were holding each other; we never would have expected the twins and Josh to be bullied about. They were the ones who gave the orders. When the master started hitting Josh, I could feel Kevin begin to go to his rescue. I held him back not wanting him to get hit with the whip, too. The master seemed to be enjoying the situation as his hard cock was now leaking and dripping pre-cum from his cock head. I whispered to Kevin that we should go over and suck his cock; that maybe that will calm him down. We crawled over to him on our hands and knees. As he watched us coming toward him. I was afraid that we would also be getting the whip, but when he saw that our intentions were not to interfere, but to join in, he smiled. I was the first to reach his legs and started kissing his legs working my way up to his hard cock. Kevin and I were working on both legs as he spread his legs apart giving me a chance to lick on his low hanging nuts. I slowly and gently took both his nuts into my mouth, and rolled them around, giving them a real good working over. Kevin started licking his cock head of the leaking pre-cum. "that's it boys. Work on your master's cock and balls," the master said. His head was leaned back, as he enjoyed the feeling of the two of us working on his hard cock and balls. He told us to take it easy 'cause he still wanted to stick his cock up Jacob's ass. He told Jon that the time had come for him to fuck his twin up the ass; that he needed to line up his cock with that pink hole, and stick it up that boy pussy. Jacob was trying to crawl away on his back, as Jon lifted his legs up in the air. The master told Kevin to line up Jon's cock, and help guide it into the hole. Jacob had tears streaming out of his eyes as he begged his brother and the master not to fuck his ass. He told them that he would do whatever they wanted if only they wouldn't fuck his ass. Jon told him just to relax that he would go very slow and take it easy. When Jon's cock head entered Jacob's virgin ass, he cried out in pain, "Please stop, please" Jon stopped the movement of his cock, giving Jacob's hole a chance to get used to its invasion. After a short time, he again started pushing his cock deeper into his twin's ass, and Jacob again began crying out in pain. The master seemed to be enjoying the cries of pain and spread Jon's ass cheeks, pushing a finger into Jon's boy pussy hole. This drove Jon's cock deep into Jacob's ass as Jon tried to get away from the finger in his own ass. The master just laughed at Jacob's cries of pain, and told Jon to start to pump his cock into that ass, or else. He didn't remove his finger, and I knew that sometime soon Jon's ass would be having a cock up it also. Jacob laid there with his brother's hard cock driving into his ass, and cried for him to stop. The master told Kevin now, to stick his cock into Jacob's mouth, as Jon continued to fuck his boy pussy. Kevin this time moved quickly around to Jacob's mouth and told him to suck his cock. Jacob made a big mistake and told him to go "Fuck off, you asshole". The master heard him, and immediately was whipping him again. He was yelling and cussing him out for being a lying slut and that he was to do as he was told. I don't know how many times he hit Jacob with the whip, but Jacob now started telling Kevin to please fuck his mouth with his cock. Kevin smiled and stuck his cock deep into Jacob's mouth, telling him that he better be good, or he'll start to whip him. Jon said that he was about to cum and the master told him to shoot his load up Jacob's ass. Jon yelled out in pleasure as he shot about four or five loads of his boy cum up his brother's ass. He pulled his softening cock out of Jacob's ass and was told to have Jacob suck the rest of the juice out of his cock. Kevin was now told to fuck Jacob's ass. Kevin wasted no time in sticking his hard cock deep into Jacob's pussy. He drove his cock all the way into his ass till his balls were resting up against Jacob's ass cheeks. Jon brought his softening cock around to Jacob's mouth and told him to suck his juice out. Jacob started to protest again that Jon's cock was just up his ass, and that he wouldn't suck it till he washed the shit off. That poor boy just wouldn't learn to do as he was told till the master started whipping him again. The master wanted to know if he was stupid or something, did he like to get whipped? I was beginning to feel sorry for Jacob 'cause now his back was bright red and I thought it would soon be bleeding. The master didn't stop whipping him till he opened his mouth and began sucking the rest of Jon's cum out of his cock. Kevin now was pounding his cock hard into Jacob's ass and said that he too was going to cum soon. The master also told him to shoot his load deep in Jacob's ass. He wanted him to remember this all week as 5 loads of our cum slowly leaked out of his ass. I told the master he was missing a site to behold in the amount of cum that Kevin and Josh could shoot. He just looked at me and said that there were going to be more opportunities for that later, right now Jacob needed to be taught a lesson. Kevin withdrew his cum-leaking cock and the master told Jacob to again suck the juice out of the boy fucker's cock. He just gently laid the whip on Jacob's back reminding him what was to come if he didn't do as he was told. This time Jacob took Kevin's cock, without protest, into his mouth, and sucked the remaining cum juice out. The master spread his ass cheeks, and put the handle of the whip into the outer rings of Jacob's hole, which was dripping cum from both Kevin and Jon, and asked, "Ok, boys which one of you is next, or do you think he wants this". I told Kevin that he could fuck my brother again, and that I would wait and fuck him next. Kevin wasted no time in lining up his hard cock with Jacob's cum leaking hole and drove his cock deep into Jacob's ass, again. I don't think that Kevin's cock caused Jacob any discomfort because, off all of us, he was the smallest, followed by me. Kevin's cock and mine were about the same length, but my cock was thicker. Jacob was still bobbing his head over Josh's cock, and Jon moved over so that he and Josh could take turns having Jacob suck their cocks. I was still on my knees, wanting to suck on the master's cock, but he kept walking away to check out the action of Jacob's pussy being fucked, and him serving two cocks at once. Every time, he would come back to me and pat my head telling me to suck his man-meat again. I was doing a number on the master's cock. My tongue was licking around his large cock head, rewarding me with more and more of his pre-cum. My hand moved up to his large balls and I began rubbing and playing with his nuts as they hung low in the sack. I didn't know what to expect as I moved my hand to that spot between his balls and his hole, and started rubbing with my fingers. I was moving my fingers in a large circle and soon they were touching his pink hole. I didn't spend any time there, but would run over the rosebud with my fingertips. I knew he liked it 'cause his cock would twitch in my mouth. After about five minutes of this, he told me to stop because he was getting close to cumming and still wanted to fuck Jacob's ass. I had a feeling that he also liked to have a hard cock up his ass at times. His hole was grabbing at my fingers almost sucking them into his man cunt. I stopped the second the master told me to, not wanting to get the whip from him. Kevin was crying out as his cock began shooting his cum deep into Jacob's ass. Without being told, he pulled his cock out of his ass, and walked over to his face telling him to suck the rest of his juice out. The master liked that, and told Kevin that he was a fast learner, and would go far in his plans. The master looked at me, and told me to get up and start fucking. Wasting no time, I moved over to Jacob, but then I asked the master if we could turn Jacob over on his back 'cause I wanted to see his face as I fucked his ass. The master smiled and liked the idea, telling the boys to turn Jacob over. He whined as they turned him onto his sore back, but to be honest, I didn't care. With all the pain he's given me, this was, hopefully, only the beginning of what I was going to get in return. I lined my cock up with his cum-leaking hole, and drove it all the ways in till my balls were pressed up against his ass. His boy cunt was used to Kevin's thin cock, and when mine drove in, it gave him some discomfort, but he didn't complain, afraid of getting the whip again from the master. I was enjoying pumping my hard cock into his ass and had to hold back my desire to cum too soon. After watching Jon, Josh and Kevin all fuck his ass, I was horny and close to cumming. When they had first rolled Jacob on his back, his cock was a tiny little weenie, maybe about the size of my little finger. I told him as I flicked at it, to look who has the tiny cock now. I could tell from his eyes, that if it was possible, he would have caused me great pain, but what the hell, there was nothing he could do now as I fucked his ass with my much larger cock now. I don't know if he was beginning to enjoy getting his ass fucked, but his cock was beginning to grow with each thrust of my cock into his ass. Then he started to moan and tell me to fuck his ass harder. I drove my cock deep into his boy pussy. Jacob, to my surprise, was now enjoying getting his ass fucked. The master walked over and placed his pre-cum leaking cock over Jacob's lips and told him to get it nice and wet 'cause soon his meat was going to be up his ass. " Oh, master, should I cum in his ass?" I cried out, knowing full well he wanted me to, but I wanted everyone to know that I was going to soon be cumming. "Yes boy, blast your loads deep up his ass then have Jacob suck you dry," said my master. My cock erupted deep in Jacob's ass as I shot four loads of my boy cum in his ass. It was still leaking out of my cock head as I placed it over Jacob's lips moistening them with my cum and telling him to suck me dry. The master lined up his hard, pre-cum leaking cock with Jacob's pink rosebud, asking him if he was ready for a real man's cock. Not waiting for an answer, he slipped his cock deep into Jacob's ass. This was the largest of all our cocks, and it took him a couple of pumps to get it all the way in, as Jacob cried out in pain. Jacob's cries didn't stop the master from pumping his hard cock into Jacob's ass, and it seemed like it only made him hornier. Jacob's cries of pain soon turned to cries of pleasure, as the master continued to ram his cock deep into Jacob. I went and got the video camera knowing that I need some proof and protection from Jacob, just in case he tried to hurt me, or do something for fucking his ass. The tape would be my blackmail in return for my being used by my brother, and my protection from future abuse. My master saw me filming him fucking Jacob's ass, and told me that I couldn't film his face, but it was alright to film Jacob's ass he cried out in pleasure. The master told me later that he could get into trouble if some people knew that he had fucked an underage boy. Then he reached down and started slapping Jacob's ass. Jacob's cum started to shoot from his cock; I had seen Jacob cum many times, but never like this. The first volley hit his head, and then he shot 5 more large loads. This was too much for the master to take, and he also started cumming, in Jacob's ass. The look of pleasure on his face was one of sheer joy; he was still pumping his cock into Jacob as his cum continued to flow out of his balls into Jacob's pussy. He pulled his cock out of Jacob's ass, and grabbed Jacob's head bending his neck, telling him to suck his cock. After Jacob sucked the remaining cum out of the master's cock, he withdrew his softening cock from Jacob's mouth and began to hit him in the face with his soft but still large cock. "Now Jacob, are you going to listen, or do I need to whip you some more?" Asked my master. "No master" said Jacob; "you don't have to whip me anymore. I promise that I will listen, and do as you say, but does that mean you won't fuck my ass anymore? I need your hard cock up my ass often" Jacob told him. If you like me to continue with the next chapter please email me at: ral2652@hotmail.com Positive or negative comments welcome

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Date: Sun, 06 Oct 2002 09:36:55 -0500 From: Ralph x Subject: "JJ" Chapter 6 Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read materials of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This story contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys. The acts are consensual and are a result of their love or lust for one another Chapter 6 I woke up at about 3 am to use the bathroom, I really need to take a piss. Upon returning to the bedroom the light from the hall shinned upon the two teenage boys lying in bed naked and twisted together. What a sight, I got hard instantly, I couldn't take my eyes off the brothers. They both were beautiful in their own way. Josh the old brother was at 16 a perfect male stud, he was about 6'2" and I would guess weight about 175 pounds. His body was well cut from playing football, basketball and baseball. He and my twin brothers were on the same team and the best of friends. His chest was well defined with little pink nipples and light blond fuss cover his chest and leading down to a perfect cock. When erect it was about 6 1/2", when soft it was about 3 1/2" and rested upon a large set of nuts. He had a cute bubble butt that I just loved to eat out and fuck. Kevin, at fourteen, the same age as me, was so cute all I wanted to do was eat him. Starting at the perfect set of kissable lips and ending at the large man feet. He was not as defined as his brother or mine and still cared a little of the baby fat that we all are born with, now don't get me wrong he was not fat. His erect cock was 5" and he loved to get it sucked. His nuts were always held very close to his body not like his brothers whose hung loose down from his body. In past chapters I mentioned that both brothers could product an unbelievable amount of cum. With Josh being the older he did produce more than his younger brother but still it was a lot of cum for a boy of any age. One day I wanted them to cum in a glass so I could measure the amount. Not only was it a lot of cum but the taste was bitter sweet I couldn't get enough and would never tire of that taste in my mouth. There was no way that I could get back in bed with them, without waking them so I moved over to Josh's bed on the other side of the room. Before going to sleep I started to think about the past five-day. Five days ago I was a virgin, I never sucked a cock, never fucked an ass, never been fucked and never had my cock sucked. Now here I was with the two hottest brothers in the school and we just spend a wild night of gay sex. I introduced Josh to the joys of sex with his brother, Kevin and I continue were we left off at my house. I have dreamed about having sex with other boys for as long as I can remember and now thanks to my brothers I was able to live out my dreams. Thinking of my twin brother also brought to my mind the "team" that was coming over tomorrow night, lets make that later today cause it was already Saturday. I was to perform oral sex and to spread my ass cheeks so they could fuck my boy pussy. Now that I found Kevin and Josh there was no way that I wanted to do this but knowing my brothers there would be hell to pay if I didn't do what they said. My brothers were evil people and only thought of themselves or each other, all they ever took from me was their own please. They didn't care if they gave any pleasure to me, I just wondered if they treated their girlfriends the same way. I know with me they would fuck my ass, or have me suck them off and then act like I wasn't even in the same room. I believe they treated their girlfriends the same way cause not one of them lasted for very long. Being the super star jocks of the High School they never had a problem getting a new girl and fucking her silly. I most have fallen asleep cause I was dreaming that someone was sucking on my hard cock. The warm mouth over my cock felt so good that I didn't want it to end. The lips were soft and gentle moving over my cock and when the started sucking on my nuts, I knew that my time was near. Opening my eyes I knew that I was not dreaming and one of the brothers was sucking my hard cock. Josh looked up at me and said "Sorry, I couldn't help myself, you looked so hot lying there with your cock sticking up in the air". I told him by all means to continue to enjoy myself, cause I certainly was. I now knew now why, my brothers like to have their cocks suck in the morning. What a way to wake up as Josh continued to suck on my cock and play with my nuts. The next thing I knew Josh was sticking his fingers up my still wet cum filled ass, they were sliding in very easily because of all the cum he and Kevin had put up there last night. He raised my legs high in the air and very slowly lined up his cock with my hole. Gently he began pushing my hard cock into my love hole, the feelings was great as more and more of his hard cock entered my waiting ass. He leaned over and put his tongue in my mouth as he started pumping his rock hard cock up my ass. I was moaning and groaning with the feeling of ecstasy, Josh was the perfect lover. Kind, gentle and caring about his partner as much as he cared about getting his rocks off. The pleasure he could give was unbelievable; I wanted more and more of his cock up my ass and started telling him to fuck my ass hard. He increased the speed of his cock entering my ass and even though he had a good size cock I wanted more. My own cock was also rock hard and close shooting my juice. When he grabbed my cock and started to stroke it he drove me over the edge. I started shooting my cum over his hand and my stomach. I could feel him stiffen and also begin to pump his load of cum up my tight lover chute. The two of us were moaning and we were afraid that we would wake the died but we couldn't help ourselves. The feelings of pleasure that we gave each other was great, if two teenage boys could fall in love for a short time we definitely were in love. Not the kind of love that you only wanted that one person for the rest of your life but the kind of love that great sex and passion could bring upon you. Josh collapsed upon me and we held and kissed each other for a long time, thanking each other for the sex that we both had, and for last night. He thanked me for introducing his brother Kevin to gay sex and said that he was sure the two of them would be have sex every day from now on. I did remind him that he needed to save some for me. He only laughed and told me that there was more then enough to go around. I started to ask him about who was coming over to my house later today and what they were like. I knew most of the "team" from being with my brothers or through church, but a horny teenage boy I would say is different having sex then he is in church. He told me that most of the guys were built like him or my brothers, not having seen any of them hard it could be difficult to give me cock sizes. He did mention two guys that I would have to be careful of, Jason a kid that lived on a farm had a cock that was about 6" soft and very thick. He always complained that his girlfriends once they saw his cock wouldn't suck him off. The other one to be careful of was the only black kid on the team, Robert, he was built along the same lines as Jason. He told me that about of these guys, as far as he knew never got to have sex with their girlfriend's cause they were afraid of the size of their cocks. The most they would get would be a little kiss and lick on the head and then a hand job. They both wanted to feel what it was like to have a real blowjob and to fuck a tight hole. He heard that both of them were coming over to test out my mouth and ass. He then told me about a new kid on the team who was also new to our little school. He was Arab and had a great body with a nice size cock. He never seen any of these guys hard but he would take a shower with them almost every day so he got to check them out. He told me that Elam, the Arabian was their kicker, and had a great body. Light olive skin with no hair except for a thick patch around his cock and balls, which hung low away from a nice size soft cock. Elam was kind of shy and he wasn't sure if he was coming over to the house or not. Josh told me that he wouldn't mind having sex with him and if he did come over that I was to tell him all about our section together. It was almost 9 am now and I had to leave to go home, we could here his grandparents moving about upstairs and were afraid that they would come down and see us naked together. I put on my cloths and gave Josh a long kiss goodbye, then I leaned over and kissed a sleeping Kevin cock good morning, and left for home. When I got home I noticed that there was four cum filled rubbers lying on the floor, The twins must have fucked their girlfriends last night, I thought. As I started to get undress to take a shower, Jacob woke up and looking at me he ordered me to suck his cock. He pulled the covers off his naked body and his 6 1/2" cock was rock hard and ready for my mouth. I kind of was surprised that he didn't want for fuck my ass cause usually that's what he wanted. But this time he just lay there and ordered me to suck his hard cock now! I was naked and walked over to start sucking his cock like he ordered. As I wrapped my lips around his cock he started to moan and told me that I was a good cock sucker and would have to teach his girlfriend how to suck a cock cause she wasn't anywhere near as good as me. That I really liked sucking a cock and it showed, while she didn't and that's why she wasn't any good. I was really doing a number on his cock and this time he let me service him well and not just fuck my mouth. I was able to play with his piss hole with my tongue and slowly work my mouth up and down his stiff shaft. With my hand I got brave and started playing with his nuts, not sure of how he was going to react to this but I thought I would try. He really enjoyed what I was doing and started to groan quite load, so I knew he was enjoying my mouth and tongue along with my hands on his balls. I was kneeling over Jacob and not paying any attention to what was happening except with him when I felt my ass cheeks spread apart and a hard cock begin to enter my ass. It seemed like with all the noise Jacob was making he woke up Jon and he decided to join us by fucking my ass. All he said was that I smelled like cum and needed a shower. But that didn't stop him from continuing to fuck my ass. He told Jacob that he liked fucking without the rubbers that they were forced to use with their girl friends last night. That my ass was tighter then her pussy and felt so much better that maybe he need to start fucking boys instead of girls. Jacob told him that I also was a better cock sucker than his girl friend as he continue now to pump his ever harding cock in my mouth. Both boys I could tell were getting ready to cum and soon I would be rewarded with Jacob's cum in my mouth and Jon's cum in my ass. As Jacob started to cum in my mouth I could feel Jon cumming in my ass, what was I to do except also start to shot my load of cum on Jacobs bed. I knew again that he would beat me if he found out so after they were done with me I laid down over my own cum and licked it up. I do like the taste of my cum and it was no problem to eat it all down. I got up to take a shower when the twins told me that I didn't have time cause Dad had left us a list of things he wanted done before the "team" came over tonight. I tried to get out of helping by telling them I need my rest, if they expected me to service all their friends, it did little good. In fact they started to tell me that being I was their slave that they shouldn't even help me but to make me do it all. They told me that if we all worked together that we should be done my noon and then we have to set up the video camera's cause they planned on taping tonight's action and maybe selling it on the internet someday. The twins for years had been operating the video camera at church when we had a guest speaker or something special going on, they were expects at it. They had plans on setting up three cameras so they could film all the action and get good close ups of the action. After cutting the grass at the house and at church, taking out the garbage, sweeping out the church and just generally clean it up we were done by about 12:15 and started loading the video equipment into the car. Besides the three cameras and tripods they also took three TV monitors so they could check out the action that was being feed into the large (27") TV they planned to set up. They also brought 4 VCR's home with us to tape all the action off the TV's. They told me that they had planned to film all the action in the bedroom and to show it to the guys waiting their turns with me. That they figured it would get them in the mood and speed things alone. They had 26 guys coming over and maybe more. They had a special going on that for $50.00 I would suck them off and let them fuck my ass, and things would have to move right alone or time would run out. I started to protest and Jacob gave me a backhand across my mouth and told me that I would do what they said or else. That I have to use any tricks that I had to make them cum real fast but yet I still have to spend enough time so they felt they got their money's worth. They told me that I would be serving two guys at once. That I would have to be on my knees sucking one guys cock, while my ass was being used by the second guy. I tried to tell them that 26 guys were to many but all I got was another backhand from Jacob. When we got home and unload all the equipment they started to set things up while I stripped naked to take a shower, I was no longer shy about getting naked in front of them cause after all they both had fucked my naked ass many times. They told me to hurry up cause they wanted to test the equipment before the guys started coming over. When I came back from my shower Jacob was standing naked with the camera's all set up and running. He told me to get over there and start sucking his boner, Jon was in the other room directing us and keep running back and forth between the rooms and moving the camera's to get the right angle. I told Jacob that he better get a high chair for the guys to sit on while I was sucking their cocks cause most of them wouldn't be able to stand and cum at the same time. He thought that was a good idea and he told Jon to bring one of the bar chairs that was in the rec room. Now Jon had to reset the camera angles and I still continued to suck on Jacobs's hard cock, which he was pumping in my mouth. When Jon reentered the room he also was naked with his 6 1/2 hard cock leading the way. He told Jacob to go out and check out the TV's while he stuck his cock in my mouth. I usually like sucking on Jon's hard cock but this time it tasted pretty bad, then I remember that he fucked my ass this morning and then we left to do our chores. He didn't take a shower or wash his cock off after he had it in my ass, then from cutting the grass he gat all sweaty. So what I tasted was Jon's cum from this morning mixed in with Josh's cum and my own shit. That mixed with his sweat and warmth of his cloths made for a very unpleasant taste. When I started to complain and back away from his cock, Jon became very upset and started beating my face with his fowl smelling cock. I could hear Jacob laughing in the next room as he watch this hot seen unfold before his eyes on the monitors. Jon continues to slap my face with his hard cock demanding that I open my mouth and suck his cock. I had no choice in the matter and open my mouth to take his hard cock. This must have made him very hot cause cock was at the breaking point. I think it was the hardest I ever seen and he was beginning to really fuck my mouth. Jacob reentered the room and told me to get ready cause he was going to test the camera as he fucked my mouth. Once again I was glad that I still had some left over cum up my ass cause Jacob wasted no time in sticking his cock all the way up my ass. This morning was the only time so far that I feel he let himself really enjoy sex with me. I think his problem was that he was afraid of enjoying male to male sex and justified it by just fucking me real fast He was a horny teenager and wanted sex almost 24 hours a day and the only way was to have sex with me. Jon must have been in a bad mood that day cause he was fucking my mouth real hard and not letting me suck his cock and make love to it. He just keep sticking it into may mouth as fast as he could. I knew again that he was close to cumming cause it got extremely hard and I could feel his cum start moving up his tube. Just as it reached the tip he pulled his cock out of my mouth and started shooting his cum all over my face. Telling me to open my mouth as he shoots his hot cum into me. He was jacking his cock, as he was cumming so his cum was flying all over my face and not just into my mouth. Jacob told him to start slapping my cum drenched face with his cock and he did. This really must have made Jacob hot cause as Jon was shooting his cum and slapping my face with his hard cock Jacob began to fill my ass with his cum. Before showing for the evening activities they returned to the rec room to watch themselves on the tapes. I must admit that it was really a hot tape. While I was watching us on the tape I began to jack my cock off with them right in the room. They noticed me and started to laugh and my fun out of my smaller cock. Telling me that I was faggot and beating my meat as I watched myself get my ass fucked and sucking a cock. I did notice that both of them were also getting hard again and really wanted to say something but felt that all I would get out of it was a beating. Jacob told me again to come over to him as he watched the tape so that I could suck his harding cock; little did he care that his cock was just up my ass. As I knelt before him taking his cock in my mouth I seen Jon stand up and go behind me to stick his hard cock up my ass. I couldn't believe the two of them 10 minutes before they both had drop their loads in and on my body yet here they were hard as rocks going at me again. The two of them just couldn't get enough of me or was it just the sex they wanted. After showering again and falling asleep on my bed I was waken by voices in the next room. It seemed that the "team" was beginning to arrive. I recognized the first voice as Bob, the ape-boy but I was having a hard time with the other voice. Upon entering the rec room the four of them were watching the tape the twins had shot this afternoon. I noticed the new kid who must have been Elam, my goodness he was beautiful. Light olive complexion, about 6' tall and very slim except those muscular legs, I wanted to see what was under those shorts. He looked at me and smiled, I insistently pop a boner in my pants, and wanted to attack him. When Jacob saw me enter the room he said "Well look who's here, the evening entertainment, come here and start things off by sucking my cock" With that he stood up and pulled his harding cock out of his pants. Read more about the nights activities in the next chapter. If you like me to continue with the next chapter please email me at: ral2652@hotmail.com Negative or positive comments welcome.

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Date: Sat, 23 Nov 2002 17:04:36 -0600 From: Ralph x Subject: JJ Chapter 19 Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read materials of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This story contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys and men. The acts are consensual and are a result of their love or lust for one another. "Where was this all going to end?", I kept thinking, while waiting for my Uncle, the master, to pick me up from the man's hotel. I knew that one-day soon, my parents would be back from visiting my sick grandmother. I hated to admit that I didn't miss them at all; I do think that the twins did. They were much closer to our parents than I was, my being the middle child, my parents seemed to have no time for me at all. Now I was getting all the hugging and loving from the master that I could want. I felt much closer to him than to my own parents. Sure a lot of his loving and hugging ended up with us having sex, but I enjoyed having sex and making him happy. Yes, it seemed like he was going to be selling our bodies to sex-starved older men. I didn't care, If they were all like the last guy. What the hell, the sex was great! Chapter 19 As my master pulled the car over to the curb, I could see that he was on his cell phone. As I got in the car, he held up his finger to his lips, motioning for me to keep quiet. From listening to only his end of the conversation, I judged that he was talking to the man I had just left in the hotel room. It seemed that he enjoyed our evening together, and wanted to get together with me, this Saturday night, for a friend's party. My master seemed to know who this friend was, and was telling the man about his little stable, which consisted of me a course, the twins, Josh and Kevin. He did tell the man that we had very little experience, but we were all very young, willing to learn, and would do anything that was asked of us. He then began telling the man about the twins, Jacob and Jon, how they liked to make love to each other, and how hot it was. Yes, he had pictures of all of us, and even some of the twins sucking on each other, and cumming in the other's mouth. No, he wasn't sure if he could get them to perform in front of an audience. Yes, he knew of the "club" and their once-a-month show; oh, that was this Saturday night. Yes, he would let him know tomorrow, Friday. For right now, he should pencil the twins in for the main event, and he could count on me for the evening. After he hung up, he leaned over and gave me a big kiss, sticking his hard tongue deep in my mouth, giving me an instant boner. He told me that he was talking to the man that I just left, and he enjoyed my company. He wanted another date for Saturday night. He was going to take me to a party. He told me that the man belonged to a club of older, very wealthy men who like young boys. Once a month, they got together at someone's house for a party, which usually turned into an orgy of sorts. The men would have to bring a young boy with them, and that boy would be shared with anyone who asked permission. If the men were willing, the boy would wear no collar, meaning you were free to use him without asking permission. He said that he would make sure I wore a collar. This way, the man would at least have some control over whom I was going to have sex with; not that he couldn't refuse another member. He told me that usually the men using me, would end up giving me a large tip, depending upon how good I was, and what I did to and for them. He went on to explain, that they also usually had a special guest, who put on a show for the members. A good-looking, single guy, would do a strip tease, and jerk himself off to everyone's delight. Then some of the club members would have sex with him. Many times it was a young she-male. He asked me if I thought the twins were ready to be the guest stars of the show. Before I could answer, he told me that the twins were going to be the guest stars: that they had no choice. He could make a lot of money, and in the next few months; all the members would want a private session. Realizing he said 'He' was going to make a lot of money, he revised that, and said that the 'twins' were going to make a lot of money. When we got home, it still was early, and I was greeted by four naked boys who, from the look of it, had just had sex with each other? All their cocks were still slick with cum, and their naked bodies glistened in sweat. They took one look at me, and started to laugh at my little schoolboy uniform. I immediately started stripping my shirt and pants off to get out of those nerdy clothes. I didn't expect all of them to start helping me, attacking my body. That little guy, Kevin, got my cock out and started sucking me off, while the others were playing with my body. The twins, Jacob and Jon, each had one of my nipples in their mouth, while Josh was playing with my ass, slipping his finger into my hole. I was trying to tell them about my evening, but they just kept on playing with me. The master was looking on, at us boys playing, with a bulge in his pants. He slowly started to take his shirt off, and Josh went over to him and began sucking on his hairy nipple. The master pushed his head down till it was even with his crotch, telling him to take his hardening cock out. Once he did that, and without being asked, he started sucking the master's hard cock. By this time, the twins had stopped sucking on my hard little nipples, and had their tongues deep into the other's mouth. The master was looking at them, and I could tell he was thinking about how he was going to get them to perform in front of a bunch of older men, this Saturday night. He was pumping his hard cock into Josh's mouth, but yet he couldn't take his eyes off the twins. I reached down, pulling Kevin off his knees, and started kissing him, telling him that I wanted to fuck his ass. I moved Kevin over to the bed, gently laying him down and lining up my hard, wet cock, with his pink hole. He wanted my cock, deep in him, as much as I wanted to fuck his ass. Then I remembered the KY jelly in my pants pocket, and how good it felt, when the man was able to slide his hard cock up my ass in one stroke. I went over and got the jelly out of my pants, coating my hard cock. Kevin looked at me with a puzzled expression on his face that soon was to turn to a look of pleasure, as my cock entered his hole. With the help of the KY jelly, I was able to slide my young hard cock all the way in without stopping. Kevin started to cum almost before my cock was deep in him! He told me later, that he never felt anything as good as my cock sliding all the way in without stopping. I was pumping my hard cock into Kevin's ass with all the gusto I could, when I felt a rough hand grabbing my ass and spreading my cheeks apart. I couldn't believe that the master was going to fuck my ass while I fucked Kevin's, but that was what was going to happen. He must have used the KY jelly on his hard cock, or maybe it was still in me from the man, but he was able to slide his cock all the way in, till I felt the hair on his groin resting on my bare ass. Kevin was right. It did feel great having a hard cock slide into your ass without stopping. I almost lost my own load like Kevin did earlier. I kind of, just stood there, letting the master do all the work. Every time he would pump his cock deep in my ass, my cock would surge deep in Kevin's. He had the both of us moaning with pleasure, as he just kept pumping his cock into my ass. I looked over to see the twins, and Josh, were hard at it, also. Jacob had Josh on his back, fucking him in the ass, while Jon was fucking Jacob's ass. The master was right, watching the twins going at it, was very hot, and too much for me to take, as I shot load after load of my boy cum deep into Kevin's love hole. The master turned and looked at the twins, also, and I could feel his cock harden up and begin shooting his hot man cum into my buy pussy. He was pumping his cock hard into my ass, and it felt so good and right. He was turned on by the twins, whose lean, hard bodies gleamed in sweat, as they just kept on fucking Josh's ass. Jon's cock would drive deep into Jacob's hole, forcing his cock into Josh's boy pussy. The three of them were moaning and crying out, in pleasure, as Josh's cock started shooting load, after load, of his cum, onto his chest, and Jacob's belly. His ass muscles tightened around Jacob's cock, driving him to unload his hot cum into Josh's ass. Jon was also forced over the edge because of Jacob's ass muscles tightening around his hard cock. He cried out loud, for Jacob to take his love juice deep into his pussy. His cock continued to pump more, and more, of his cum deep into Jacob's ass. The three of them had all cum, in a chain reaction, to Josh's first going over the edge. While both Jacob's and Jon's cocks had stopped shooting, Josh's cock just kept erupting load, after load, of his boy cum. The six of us just laid there, resting, after having sex together, when the master began telling Jon and Jacob about their "date`s" for Saturday night. He described how they were going to express their love for each other in front of a bunch of older men. They didn't seem to be very happy about this, except for the part when the master told them they would each earn over 250 dollars, just for the show, and then, they could keep all the extra money they made by servicing the horny men, separately, and/or together. He said that it was only right for them to take care of the men, since it would be because of them that the men would be so horny. He said he was sure they would enjoy the evening, and make a lot of money. That's when Josh and Kevin asked when they were going to earn some money. The master told him that he didn't feel that Josh was ready to go out on a �^�^�date�^�^� yet, because he had yet to get fucked by a man's cock. However, maybe Kevin could, because the master had already fucked his ass. He told Josh that having a man's cock up his ass was different than having one of the twins' cocks. A man's cock was harder, thicker and bigger than any of us, except of course, for him. Then an idea popped into his head, and he told Josh that maybe he could get him some extra money if he let some other man fuck his ass for the first time. He could be that man's first, almost virgin. The master seemed to like his own idea, and I could see the cash register in his eyes. He was already beginning to count his money. Josh and Kevin were begging the master to set them up with `dates", saying it wasn't fair, that me and the twins were making all the money, and having all the fun. Josh said that he was willing to have some other man fuck his ass, for the first time, instead of the master, as long as the man was kind and gentle, like the master. Kevin told him how, if he used the KY jelly, he felt that he could take any cock up his ass, and to please give him a chance to make some money. The master told them that he would think about it, and let them know if maybe he could get us all "dates", for the big party on Saturday night. He told us, that if he did, we were to pretend that we didn't know each other, we were not to socialize with each other, and that we were not to have any sex, or anything, unless one of the men told us to. After Kevin and Josh left for the evening, remembering to kiss our cocks, and thank us for fucking their ass, the four of us started getting ready for bed. Once again, the master slept with me, and the twins cuddled up together. To my surprise, I noticed that Jon's arms were wrapped around Jacob's chest, as if he was the dominant one. The master's arms were wrapped around me. His semi-hard cock was resting with the cock head rubbing between my ass cheeks. I would have liked it to be deep in my boy pussy, again, but it seemed to me that he had already fallen asleep. I was thinking about my day, and the hot session that Elam and I had earlier, in the back of his limo. I think I was falling deeper in love with him, yet I still was enjoying sex with the twins, Kevin, Josh and the master. I didn't know where all this was going to take me, but being so young, it didn't bother me as I drifted off to sleep. 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Date: Sun, 13 Oct 2002 15:39:05 -0500 From: Ralph x Subject: JJ Chapter 9 Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read materials of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This story contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys. The acts are consensual and are a result of their love or lust for one another. Chapter 9 Jacob told me to get up off my lazy ass and take a shower that I was beginning to stink up the room with all the drying cum that was on me. He told me that I was to wash really good cause he may want to fuck my ass and he wanted me to clean as much cum out of my ass that I could, he didn't want to get someone else's cum on his cock. As I got up to shower I realized that I was very sore and that my body had been abused that night. My mouth and jaws were hurting from sucking on so many cocks, I think taking all of Jason and Robert's cock so deep that I may have done some damage to my jaws. My ass also was sore and hurting but I had a strange empty feeling and wouldn't have minded at all if I still had a hard cock inside my boy pussy. I could feel cum slowly leaking out as I stood up, running down my legs. My face, hair, neck, legs back and ass had drying cum all over. Jon and Jacob looked at me and started to laugh and call me "Cum Boy". To the best on my knowledge neither one had fucked my ass or had me suck their cocks that night, so I wasn't that surprised that Jacob told me before showing to suck his cock. I half crawled over to him as he sat on his bed with his hard cock sticking out between his legs. I started to get up on his bed and he kicked me back on the floor telling me he didn't want my cum soaked body on his bed. He laid back on his bed with his legs hanging over the edge and his cock sticking up in the air with me between his legs. I started to work on his cock as he lay there enjoying the feeling of my warm mouth and tongue sucking his cock. My jaw was at this point beginning to hurt so I was hoping that he would cum quickly. I used my tongue on his piss hole and worked on his nuts with my hands. I was bobbing my head up and down over his hard cock to his delight. He was moaning and telling me that I was a good cocksucker. His nuts were already beginning to pull up into his body and I knew that soon my mouth would be filled again with his hot cum. just as he began cumming he pulled his cock out of my mouth and shot his load in my face. Was he was almost done he told me to suck the last of his juice out of his cock. I was glad that he had shot so soon cause again my mouth was hurting. Getting up slowly to go to the shower Jon told me that he also wanted me to suck on his hard cock before I showered. He must have been getting off on me sucking on Jacobs cock cause he was already leaking pre-cum and I knew that he too was close to cumming and with a little help from my mouth he would blow his load quickly. For some reason I decided to make Jon wait a little before cumming and see how far I could go with help. I did start off by sucking his cock and playing with his nuts but soon lowered my head to take his balls in my mouth. He keep saying to suck his cock that he wanted to get off, but I decided to continue with sucking his balls and licking even below them. Soon my tongue had found his pucker hole and I was licking and probing it with my tongue. He was crying out for me to take his cock in my mouth, he needed to cum. He grabbed my head and forced it down over his throbbing cock. Almost instantly his cock was shooting his cum deep in my mouth. I sucked his cock as hard as I could to get more and more of his cum in my mouth. He laid back exhausted with a smile on his face as I left him to take a shower. It felt good taking a shower and washing the dried cum out of my hair and off my body. The guys had shot so many loads of cum in my hair that night that I need to wash my hair a number of times to get all the dried cum that was sticking my hair together out. I turned around and spread my ass cheeks to get the hot water spraying on my sore ass. I was trying to think of a way to get the water up my ass in order to flush some of the cum out from deep in my ass. I was beginning to get afraid that if it dried up my ass that I wouldn't be able to get it unstuck. I could just image having to go to the doctor telling him that I had dried cum up my ass and couldn't take a shit. Returning to the bedroom I found both Jon and Jacob fast asleep upon their beds. I guess my evening was over and it was time I also went to sleep. Lying there waiting for the much-needed sleep to come, I began thinking about the evening. I wouldn't have minded to get to know almost all the "team" better except Bob, I didn't like him at all but I knew that he was a good friend of the twins and I was sure that I would be sucking his cock again. I was thinking of some way that I could get to know Elam better, he was really hot with his majestic body and demeanor. Jason and Robert also turn me on with their massive cocks, I would like to get them to go one on one with me so that I could really enjoy their cocks. The next thing I knew was that someone was pulling my cock and telling me it was time to get up for church. I instantly got a hard on and Jacob began to slap my cock with his hand. He told me that if I ever got another hard on with him he would cut my tiny cock off. I tried to tell him that I couldn't help it that we all woke up with a hard cock. He once again backhanded me in the mouth telling me to shut my mouth. It was my fault that we had oversleep and now we were running late for church and he couldn't get his morning blow job from me. That it was going to have to wait till later after returning from church. He kicked me out of bed and continue to kick me telling me to hurry up or Mon and Dad were going to be pissed off at us. I ran into the bathroom to piss and brush my teeth hoping that he would leave me alone. I could feel the cum from last night still leaking out of my ass and I put some toilet paper between my ass cheeks so my pants wouldn't have a wet spot. Jon and Jacob were already dress when I returned to the room and they both started in on me right away. Push and shoving he to hurry up and get dress. When I leaned over to put my underwear on they say the toilet paper up my ass and starting laughing so hard I hoped that they would hurt themselves. I tried to explain to them that I was still leaking cum from last night but that only made them laugh harder. They said that I truly was a cum boy and I had cum coming out of both ends. We still got to church about 15 minutes early and met Kevin and Josh in the parking lot who were waiting for us to find out about last night. Josh barely said hello to me and left with Jon and Jacob to find out about last night, while Kevin wanted me to tell him all the details. But first he told me that he and Josh had spent must of the day yesterday in bed. His mom was still out of town and his grandparents could care less whet they did so long as they didn't disturb them. They came up a few times from their basement bedroom to eat and stuff but told their grandparents that they had lots of homework. He told me that he and Josh had sucked each other off and fuck each other up the ass a number of times. He said that he thinks he came 6 times yesterday and that Josh was beginning to love the taste of his cum. Telling me the story I could see he was getting a hard on just like mine and I suggested that we go to the boys room and suck each other off. I didn`t have to ask twice and the second we were in the boys room and was sure we were alone we started to kiss and feel each other hard cocks. I told him that I missed him yesterday and would have preferred it was just him and Josh, instead of the "team". He pulled my hard cock out and dropped to his knees sucking on my cock, it felt so good I nearly came right then in his warm mouth. Unfortunately we heard someone coming and had to stop. Me trying to put my hard cock back in my pants while Kevin stood up and started washing his hands. We both acted like nothing was happening as this cute guy in his twenties said to us that he was sorry to disturb us but he had to piss. Kevin and I looked at each other and told him that nothing was happening as he said sure kid that's why you have a hard on and your friends has dirty knees. He turned and faced me with his cock still hanging out and asked us if we wanted to suck on his cock. Both Kevin and I dropped to our knees and started licking and sucking his harding cock. I pulled his balls out of his opening and was sucking them and Kevin continued sucking on his hard cock. The man had a large cock and Kevin couldn't get it all in his mouth without gagging. After last night with Robert and Jason I knew that I could and moved my mouth over the guys cock. As I began to deep throat his cock he started cumming in my mouth, this was one of the best breakfasts that I ever had. Fresh hot cum was great. The man thanked us and said that I was one of the few people who ever took his whole cock in their mouth. That I had a future as a cocksucker and if I ever wanted to get together again to let him know. That maybe he could teach us something. We could hear the music start up in the church and knew that we better get out butts in and attend services or all hell would break loose afterwards. That's one of many things that are wrong for a horny gay teenage to have your father as your pastor. I loved my father very much but he would always bring up the bible and religion when we were doing something that he didn't approval of or when he wanted us to change our behavior. Kevin and I agreed to meet at his house this afternoon to finish what we had started in the men's room at church. If you like me to continue with the next chapter please email me at: ral2652@hotmail.com Negative or positive comments welcome.

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Date: Wed, 02 Oct 2002 20:12:02 -0500 From: Ralph Krause Subject: JJ Chapter 4 The next morning I as usual woke up with morning wood as most teenage boys do as the covers were being ripped off my body by Jacob who said "Look at the little faggot, he's got a hard on dream of us". I wanted to tell him that he also must have been dreaming of me cause his cock was rock hard also. But I didn't dare cause I knew if I did it would only cause me to get a beating. Jacob it seemed like to really fuck my ass, he always was the first one to put his hard cock up my ass. He really wasn't a real good lover cause he was more interested in just getting his rocks off. He didn't care about giving me any pleasure and would just shove his hard cock up my ass and start to pump away. It was a good thing that once again I still had their cum up my ass from their activities of last night or else I'm sure he would have hurt me, not that he cared. Jon laid on his bed watching us and commented that he couldn't decide if he wanted to fuck my mouth or my ass before taking the next day off because of the game tomorrow night. Jacob had my legs spread wide up in the air and was driving his cock into my ass, pumping all 6 1/2" as deep as it could go. I could feel his balls slapping my butt and I do have to admit that I was enjoying every inch of his cock in my ass. Jon walked over to us and slapped Jacob on the ass and told him to turn me over so he could lie down on my bed while I sucked on his cock and Jacob could fuck my ass doggie style. When Jacob withdrew his cock from my ass I got an empty feeling and wanted his to put it back in but didn't say anything. It was ok with them to have gay sex with me but I shouldn't be enjoying it, they were only using my body for their pleasure. Jon laid down and I immediately start sucking on his hard cock as Jacob reentered my ass. What a way to wake up in the morning, have your twin brothers fucking you holes. From pass experience with them I knew that neither one would last very long in our morning fuck section, all they wanted to do was get rid of their morning wood. Jacob was getting close cause I could feel his cock getting harder in my ass and his ball were no longer slapping my ass. They had pulled back as balls do before cumming. The speed of him pumping into my ass also was increasing and I was rewarded with four loads of cum he shot up my ass. With a slap on my ass Jacob got up to take a shower and get ready for school while I continued to suck Jon's cock. He told me to suck on his balls and lick below them, which I did only to have him moan out loud. I started getting real brave with him and slowly started licking downward near his pucker hole. I knew he was enjoying this cause his cock was rock hard and leaking pre-cum like a fountain. When I stuck my tongue up his ass his cock started shooting cum, the first load almost hit his face but landed on his chest. I never seen either twin shoot his cum before cause there cocks were always in my mouth or up my ass when they came. The next three loads of Jon's cum landed on his stomach and formed a pool near his belly button. The look on his face was one of sheer pleasure and I knew that this would not be my only time eating his ass out. Jon told me to lick his cum off his body for my breakfast meal, while we waited for Jacob to come out of the shower. He didn't have to tell me cause cum was become my favorite meal. When Jacob entered the room he say me kneeling over Jon licking his cum off his chest and once again his cock began to harden. He walked over to us and lifted my head off Jon's stomach and put his hardening cock into my mouth, telling Jon that he was ready for round two, as he pumped his cock into my mouth. I couldn't believe how fast the twins could recover, not more that five minutes ago Jacob shot five loads of cum up my ass and here he was again rock hard and having me suck his cock. If someone could teach Jacob to become a better lover and take the time to also pleasure his partner he would become a great lover. His cock was ready to go at all times and his recovery from an organism was short. But at this point in his life all he really cared about was getting his rocks off in any hole that he could find. I don't think that he masturbated once I had become their sex slave, there was no need to cause he used me any time he wanted too. Jon also entered the room from his morning shower just as Jacob was pump another four loads of cum into my mouth. I had wanted to suck on his balls and stick my tongue up his ass but I was afraid to even try like I did with Jon. Jacob had certain ideas in his mind about getting his rocks off and any thing he felt was too gay he would react very negatively too. Neither of the twins would even touch my cock except to pull it and twist it to make me move in one way or the other. This touching couldn't be considered sexual at all, cause it was done in a mean spirited way and usually caused me pain, which didn't bother them and in fact they seem to enjoy giving me pain. They would verbally and sometimes physically abuse me. They treated me like their slave, which I was. After showering and beating off twice I join the twins upstairs for breakfast just as they were asking permission to have a little party on Saturday with members of the football team. Knowing full well that my parents wouldn't object to the team coming over, after all our father was the team Chaplin and knew all the boys on the team. Most of them also attended our church and Father would remind them after the game on Friday night that he would see them in Church on Sunday. That was his way of telling them that they better attend. Our parents usually went out every Saturday night with friends or trustees of the church. But in the past they had never objected to us having friends over while they were away. They put a lot of trust in us and we in returned showed them all the respect that a teenage son could. We always addressed them as Father or Mother, calling our elders Mr. or Mrs. and never did anything embarrass them in the least little way. We were the typical preacher's kids, perfect till we were out of site of any adults. They didn't have to tell us twice to do our chores or any little project our dad had lined up for that weekend. We always went to church on Sunday's and usually also on Wednesday night if we didn't have too much home work or if twins had a practice for some team that they were on. They played football, baseball and basketball and were starters on all three teams. Mon said that it shouldn't be a problem but she would talk to dad about it when he got home, for some reason he had an early morning meeting at the church today. But she did added that if we were having friends over and even if we were not going to, that downstairs need to be clean and aired out cause it was beginning to smell like a boys locker room. I wanted to ask how she would know what a boy's locker room smelled like but held my tongue. The twins gave me that look telling me that my job tonight would be cleaning up downstairs. We all knew why it smelled like a locker room, with all the sex and cumming that took place downstairs over the last few days it's no wonder that it smelled. I came over my bed so many times that the sheets were becoming caked with my cum. Also I know that a number of times I shot my load on the floor without cleaning it up. We rushed off to the bus stop that morning cause we didn't want to miss the bus and the twins were anxious to talk with Bob and Josh about last night and this coming weekend. Bob and Josh were already at the bus stop and Josh gave me a wink without my brothers see it. This gave me an instant hard-on even thou I came already twice that morning. The twins told them that they had a morning rump with me and if anything I was getting better. At sucking a cock and spreading my ass cheeks to get their cocks in my tight hole. They all laugh at me, but Josh seemed to be holding back a little. I was beginning to think that maybe he also wanted to spend some private time with me. Josh and Bob reminded the twins about the coach telling them no sex for 24-36 hours before a game, and they said that they remembered and didn't plan on any till after tomorrow's homecoming game. The rest of the time they started talking about the party for this weekend and asked them if they thought the team would pay to get their rocks off. Bob said that he wanted for fuck my ass so bad that after he left us last night he went home and jacked off thinking about fucking my ass. He would gladly pay the forty dollars if he could go first, he didn't think he would like sloppy seconds. They all laugh at that. The twins told him that seconds were almost better cause my hole was opened up and well lubricated from a load of cum. He told then that he didn't even like to fuck his girlfriend twice in one night even thou it was his own cum in her pussy. He said that if he couldn't go first that he would settle for another blowjob instead. Josh said very little and I knew that his problem was the same as ours, no money in the family. His mom and dad were divorced and they lived with his grandparents, his mother did the best she could and wouldn't accept much from her parents except free housing. His father had skipped out and wasn't paying any child support for Josh and his little brother. I didn't think he could come up with the money for my services. My brothers knew his problem and maybe they would let me service him for free. Josh's brother and I knew each other cause we were the same age but we weren't close friends. We did talk a little on the bus ride but hung out with a different group of friends. I decided to start making an effect to get closer to Kevin (his brother) if for no other reason I would be seeing Josh more. Maybe we could start something on the side without the twins knowing. When we got on the bus I knew there was going to be trouble, some new freshman kid was sitting in the seats the guys always sat in, no one for the three years that they rode the bus would ever consider sitting in those seats. This poor kid didn't know any better and when he was told to move he told them that there were no assigned seats on the bus and they could sit elsewhere, the kid thought he was tough but didn't know who he was talking too. They started to slap him around and throw his books and stuff on the floor. I felt sorry for the kid but knew better not to interfere or I would be in line for a beating. The bus driver say what was happening and immediately put a stop to it, he told them he was going to report them to the school. But the boys turned on the charm and convinced him not to, knowing full well that if he did the boys would get suspended form school and not be able to play in tomorrow's homecoming game. He also was a member of our church and knew the trouble they would get into from our father. He made them pick up the kid's stuff and apologize to the kid. I don't think the kid will ever sit in those seats again, in fact he always sits as far away from them as he could. Kevin turned out to be a real nice kid; it seemed that once we started talking and all we had many things in common. We like the same TV shows, the same sport teams and the same actors. In a way I thought it was strange that neither of us had mentioned any female actors, maybe he was like me. I glanced down at crotch and say that he had a good size package and was sporting a boner, my mouth began to water. Maybe one day Kevin, Josh and I could have a little party of our own. During lunch period I finally met up with Josh and he told me that he really enjoyed himself last night and wanted to continue our relationship but that he couldn't afford to pay me any money. I explained to him that it wasn't my idea but the twin's idea to charge for my services. That I would be happy to suck him off or let him fuck my ass any time he needed me. I suggest that maybe we could now go into the bathroom and I would suck him off again but he reminded me that he couldn't have any sex till after the big game, but he did follow me into the bathroom anyhow. Once we were sure that no one else was using the room he took me in his arms and started to kiss me on the lips. His tongue slipped into my mouth and I came in my pants. Never before had anyone kissed me like Josh, he told me that he really wanted to make love to me, not just fuck my ass. But for right now he couldn't and that we would have to wait for the right moment. I wanted to drop down to my knees and suck on his hard cock but didn't, I guess this wasn't the time or place, but I really didn't care. He did tell me that we couldn't let on about our feelings for each other, that he would get into a lot of trouble with his friends and he didn't want them to know. So if he acted strange or mean to me when they were around it was all an act. To protect himself. I never paid much attention to anyone in my gym class except for my friends, when I noticed that Kevin was also in the same class. I walked over to him and started talking and having a good time when it was time to start the class. All that was on my mind was I was going to get to see him naked in the showers after class and couldn't wait for the class to be over with, he didn't disappoint me. After class I looked around the locker room to find out where Kevin's locker was and it was only one isle away.. No one else was assigned to the two lockers on both sides of him. Somehow I need to get my locker changed to one of those and told the coach that something was wrong with mine and could I be reassign another one. He wasn't sure that any were open so I did tell him I noticed that there were two empty ones in the next isle. He said it was ok for me to change lockers. When we hit the showers I for the first time started looking around and was amazed at all the different size cocks, we were all freshmen and about the same age but the variety of cocks had me turned on. There were little ones the size of a six year old and also some the size of my brothers and their friends. Some kids had Hugh balls that hung down their legs while others little pea size marbles. You could tell by looking at their cocks, which kids could cum and which kids still played with dolls. Kevin's cock was prefect; it hung about 4" soft with low hanging balls, with just a little peach fuzz for hair. He was being to get a glory trail of hair that started at his belly button (which was cute and I wanted to lick it) and pointed down at his cock. I wanted to again drop down and start sucking his cock much like I wanted to suck his brothers. I had to get my mind off all those cocks cause I could feel my cock beginning to get hard, but it was difficult when I noticed that Kevin was also checking out my cock. He seen that I say him checking out my dick and I smiled at him, trying to give him the sexiest smile I could, he did smile back and gave me a wink. I couldn't believe this was happening, was my mind playing tricks on me or was Kevin putting the make on me. I had to stop thinking about this or I was going to get a raging hard-on real soon. How lucky was I going to be with two brothers only time will tell I guess. The rest of the day I spent thinking about sucking Kevin's cock and wondering if his cum tasted as good as his brothers. I know that my cum, and my brothers all tasted about the same so I had to assume that his would taste much like Josh's. I was in for a real treat if I could get the two of them naked at the same time. I wanted one of them up my ass and the other in my mouth, much like the way my brothers had me many times. But I also wanted someone to suck on my cock and be able to fuck his ass, maybe I was a bottom only but I needed to find out, soon. Kevin and I sat together on the bus ride home that night and he kept rubbing his leg against mine. He was giving me a hard-on and I could tell that he also had one. He invited me over to his house after school and I told him first that I had to clean the bedroom that my brothers and I shared or they would get mad at me. So I suggest that he come over to my house and we could talk or whatever while I cleaned the room He said yes and that once he changed cloths he would be right over. I ran all the way home from the bus stop and changes into the tightest shorts that I had. They were two sizes too small for me but they would show off my cock. You could just about see the veins running up my cock. I thought that they looked real sexy and would leave my doubt in Kevin's mind what I wanted. I was almost done cleaning the room when my mother yelled down the stairs that Kevin was here and coming down. I forgot to tell Kevin about the outside entrance to the basement. I could tell that he also put on a pair of shorts that were to small for him cause I could see the outline of his cock plan as day as he walked down the stairs. At the bottom he gave me a big smile and turned around to make sure the upstairs door was closed and then gave me a big kiss, driving his tongue deep in my mouth. Boy could this kid kiss. Are hands were over each other the minute our tongues meet. My hands were rubbing his back and ass, while he was doing the same to me. My cock set to explode as was his. We finally broke for our first kiss and looked each other in the eyes and said almost at the same time that it was all we dreamed about and better. We reached for each other at the same time and began kissing and feeling each other up, I reached under his shirt with my hands and for the first time felt his soft smooth skin. I began playing with his cute nipples, which were getting hard to my touch. I reach down and began to remove his shirt cause I wanted to start sucking in those little hard rosebuds; also our cloths seem to be getting in the way. I could feel him reaching down my shorts and grabbing a hold of my hard cock. It felt so good I didn't want it to end. His hands were rubbing and stroking my hard cock and ass. Our bodies were pressed together so tight that I could feel his raging hard on press against me. I reach down and began to feel his cock through his shorts, our tongues were still deep in each other mouths, and we both were having hard time breathing. We broke our kiss and started looking at each other's body, I with a shirt on and my shorts around my ankles with my cock at full attention, he with no shirt on but his shorts still on that did little good to hide his boner. We started laughing at each and then took off our remaining cloths. We started kissing again with our hard cocks touching each other's and leaking pre-cum over our bodies. The feeling of his naked body in my arms with my hands rubbing his naked ass was driving me over the edge. I was just about to drop to my knees to start sucking on his cock when he beat me to it; he broke our kiss and started kissing my body. He began at my hard nipples and worked his way down to my cock. I was moaning it ecstasy I was finally going to get my cock sucked. He was eye level with my cock and started licking the pre-cum off the head of my cock. I told him that if he wasn't careful that I was going to cum real soon. With that he opened his mouth and took my whole cock in his mouth at once. I can't describe the feeling that I was experiencing. His warm mouth sucking on my hard cock was too much for a boy my age to control. I told him that unless he stopped that I was going to cum in his mouth, he just started sucking harder and moving his head up and down over my cock. When he reach under his mouth and grabbed my balls it was too much for me to handle and I started filling his mouth with my seed. Six full loads of cum I shot into his mouth and he swallowed it all, Kevin' seemed to like cum as much as I did. I wondered were he learned to suck cock like this, I couldn't believe that this was his first time with a cock in his mouth. I collapsed onto the bed with my softening cock still in his mouth; it seemed that he couldn't get enough of my cock. He came up to my mouth and started kissing me; I could taste my own cum in his mouth. My hands were all over his body and I moved down to service him. I started sucking on his little hard rosebud nipples, which he really seemed to enjoy by the moaning and panting noise he was making. Maybe it helped that my hand was gently messaging his hard cock and balls. He told me that he also was getting very close so I moved down and took his 5" cock deep in my mouth. Our cocks were about the same size except maybe his was a little bigger in length while mine was thicker. As far as I was concerned he was the right size; I could easily suck his whole cock in my mouth without any discomfort. As I moved my head up and down over his cock I could feel that he was getting very close, like my brothers his cock was getting very hard and his balls were pulling up close to his body. He nor I didn't want to stop but he pulled away telling me that he was going to cum. I pulled him back and grabbed his cock with my mouth to be reward with the best tasting cum. He was like his brother when it came to cum, I didn't think people could shot that much cum. Seven loads of fresh hot cum entered my mouth with more dripping out of his softening cock. Which I hungrily licked off the tip of his cock, I noticed that some of his cum had dripped down to his balls and I started lick and sucking them clean. I was amazed that he immediately was getting hard again so I didn't stop but moved my tongue further down below his balls. As I tongued and licked around his hole I could smell that fresh boy smell, he must have went home and took a shower before coming to my house cause he was as clean as you can get. The smell was one from the sweating that we both had just gone though. I licked at his hole and gentle entered his hole with my tongue. His cock was red, Hugh, throbbing and leaking more pre-cum out of his piss slit. He started telling me not to stop but to put my tongue in deeper. He told me that he wanted me to fuck his ass with my tongue. After a few minutes he started to beg me to put my hard cock up his ass. Who was I to refuse him? I put a pillow under his butt and lined up my hard, wet with my own pre-cum cock at his hole and began to enter him. I leaned over him and start to kiss his mouth, I wanted to make this as pleasant as possible for him. I knew what it was like to butt fucked for the first time and I truly wanted him to enjoy it not like when my brothers had me for the first time. I took my time as I entered him and I'm sure it help that I was no way as large in the cock department as my brothers and he experienced no pain at all. At first his cock had gone soft but as I started to pump my cock into him I could feel that once again his cock was rock hard. I loved the feeling of my cock in his ass, like my brothers had said it was like a tight glove wrapped around your cock. We laid together with me gentle making love to his boy pussy with his hard cock pressing against my stomach and my tongue deep in his mouth. I wasn't going to last long again and steadily began to increase the speed of my cock in his ass. He was moaning and close to cumming also. As I beginning shooting the first of four loads of cum deep within his ass he also began unloading his cum upon his belly and my stomach Once again I was amazed at the amount of cum the boys in this family could produce. Not 15 minutes early he just shot 7 massive loads of cum and here he was again shooting almost as much. After taking a little rest with my softening cock still in his ass and my tongue in his mouth I withdraw my cock and my tongue and scooted down to start licking his cum off his chest. I wanted to get as much of his cum in me as possible; I was falling in love with the taste of his cum. He just laid there and keeps thanking me for fucking his ass, It was the best sex he ever had he told me. When I had him cleaned up I moved up to lay besides him and kiss a little. He had other ideas and started to lick his cum off my body and when I was clean he started kissing me. I could not only taste his cum in his mouth but he could also taste his own cum in my mouth. We both were getting all worked up again, when we noticed that time was running out for this afternoon. He had to be home by six and I knew that my brothers would be home soon. We said our goodbyes and agreed to meet and talk tomorrow on the bus. He did say that he wanted to get together this weekend, not knowing that I was busy being my brothers sex slave this weekend. Nothing happen that night cause my brothers couldn't have any sex, except that they had told me that so far they had 23 guys coming over starting Saturday afternoon. They told me that it seem that almost half of them wanted blowjob while the other half wanted to fuck my ass. They decided in order so save time and keep things moving that I was going to have to service two guys at once. One could be fucking my ass while I was sucking the other off. So far they figured that they were going to make over $700.00 dollars off their friends and my services. And that didn't count the guys that were going to want seconds or the ones that will show up at the last minute, once the word got around. I wasn't looking forward to this at all now that I found Kevin and Josh but what choice did I have. As we got ready for bed that evening I could see that both of my brothers were sporting hard-on's and really wanted some relief but they keep reminding each other that the coach said no and if he found out they would be in big trouble. I laid in bed thinking about my afternoon with Kevin and slowly started to play with my hard on. I didn't know what I was going to do about this weekend when he wanted to get together, there was no way that I could cut out on my brothers and live, yet I didn't went Kevin to know about my being there sex slave. The next morning both of my brothers were sporting hugh hard-ons when they woke up and were bitching about how unfair it was that they couldn't do anything about it. They said that now all day long they would be having a boner in their pants. They couldn't wait till tonight to get some relief. Either from their girlfriends or me who they both had dates with this evening after the game. Kevin met me at the bus stop this morning with a smile on his face and a boner in his pants. This made my day until he started talking about getting together all day Saturday for fun and games, I finally gave in and told him that I couldn't get together cause my brothers had plans for me on Saturday afternoon and evening. He keeps asking about the plans and so I told him about being their sex slave and that I had no choice in the matter. That I would much rather be with him but I had no choice if I wanted to live. He told me how before meeting me and having sex he would beat off to the image of his naked brother's cock. But that they never had done anything, his brother was too straight. Little did he know about Josh and me? The talk around school was nothing but football and the big game tonight alone with the dance afterwards. I was planning on going to the game when Kevin asked me to be his date for the game and maybe we could hang out at the game. He also asked me if I could spend Friday night at his house and then I still could return on Saturday morning to take care of my brothers. We agree to meet at the game and then I would let him know about spending the night. After I talked to my parents. I did tell him that I would be surprised if they said no. The game was a very exciting and we won with a score of 41-7, Needless to say my brothers were the stars that night again and I knew that their girlfriends would take care of their needs for this evening. Kevin and I talked the whole night and paid very little attention to the game, we had our minds on after the game. My parents gave us a lift to Kevin's house, and the twins had the use of my mom's car for the night. Kevin's mom was out of town and his grandparents were asleep when we got to his house. He and Josh shared a little bedroom in the basement at the other end of the house from were his grandparents room. We could make a little noise he said but not much cause they would come down to investigate. The minute we closed the door to his room we were upon each other, our tongues were in each other mouths and our hands were all over. I dropped to my knees and took his hard cock out of his pants and began sucking him. We still had our cloths on with just his hard cock sticking out of his pants. He reached down and pulled my shirt off as I undid his pants and pulled them down over his cute ass. I stood up to remove my pants and he dropped to his knees to help me along with taking my hard cock in his mouth. The two of us were both so horny I knew that we wouldn't last very long the way we were going. You would have thought that we hadn't had sex in weeks when in truth it was only yesterday that we both had cum twice with each other. I didn't know about him but I also jacked off last night and this morning thinking about him. He just turned me on so much that all I wanted to do was be with him and have sex. He got up and grabs my hand leading me to his bed; we kissed again deep and hard as he lowered me onto his bed. He laid besides me and slowly lowered his head down to my cock, kissing and licking my body the whole way down. When he got to my cock he took it all in his mouth and started nursing on it like a baby after it's mother milk. I guess he knew that I was going to be giving him my milk real soon. He swung his body around so his cock was even with my face, I got the idea that he wants us to 69, but was shy about asking. I took his hard cock into my mouth as he continued to suck on mine. He started moaning and groaning as my mouth did a number on his cock. My tongue was working his piss slit as it leak plenty of pre-cum, giving me a sample of what was to come. This was also a first for me having my cock sucked while giving my lover a blowjob. It was really making me hot and I could feel the churning in my balls that I would be cumming soon. I could feel Kevin's balls begin to pull up tight against his skin and his cock got harder. I knew that in a matter of seconds I would be rewarded with a mouth full of cum. Just as we both began to shoot our loads into each other mouths who would walk into the room but his brother Josh. At first Josh didn't recognize me cause his brother Kevin was laying on top of me with his cock cumming in my mouth and mine cumming in his. He did say "What the hell is happening here" and Kevin stop cumming in my mouth after only four loads the least amount he ever shot. If you like me to continue with the next chapter please email me at: ral2652@hotmail.com

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Date: Tue, 08 Oct 2002 21:51:06 -0500 From: Ralph x Subject: "JJ" chapter 7 Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read materials of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This story contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys. The acts are consensual and are a result of their love or lust for one another. We left off with me entering the rec room and Jacob ordering me to drop to my knees and suck his cock Chapter 7 I walked over to him and dropped to my knees taking his half-hard cock in my mouth. He told Bob and Elam that I really enjoyed sucking cock and getting my ass fucked, that the two of them should get naked and take me into the other room and get their rocks off. Bob wasted no time in taking off his shirt and shorts and pulling me by my hair, he told me to go in the other room and get naked that he wanted to fuck my ass, now. Elam seemed to hold back a little but he did follow us into the room removing his shirt on the way. What a chest this kid had, he must have worked out a lot with weights to get that good definition. Some other the guys I've been with had good 6-packs but Elam put the all to shame, all I wanted to do was lick his chest with my hot tongue and suck his nipples, which were becoming erect. Bob told me to get naked and turn around cause he was ready to stick his hard cock up my ass. I'm glad that I had put some lotion up my ass early cause Bob wasted no time in sticking his cock up my ass. This guy had no class what so ever, all he wanted was to get his rocks off and the minute in entered me he started to fuck my ass as fast and as hard as he could. Elam noticed what was happening and told him to slow down and enjoy himself. Elam slowly started to remove his shorts revealing the rest of his body. This guy could be a poster child for gay porn; he had a great body and a 7" cock that was dripping pre-cum. He was one hot dude and he knew it. He sat on the bed and spread his legs apart telling he to suck his cock. I started out by kissing the tip and licking the pre-cum off the head and out of his slit. He sat there like a king with his legs spread and his hands over his head, never once did he pump his cock in my mouth but let me do all the work. He would moan and groan when I was doing something he enjoyed. He would tell me to suck the tip and then to suck his whole cock in my mouth, I was doing the best I could with Bob banging my ass and have no mercer. He kept pushing my body into Elam and I had to back off in order to get to Elam cock. Elam told me to get down low and start sucking his balls. Slowly I took each one into my mouth and began rolling them around in my mouth; he was enjoying this and spread his legs farther apart lifting his ass up in the air. I couldn't resist myself and began licking his cute hole. This was driving him crazy and he began moaning loudly. Bob cock stiffened in my ass and I could feel his cock spurting loads of cum up my ass. I tighten my ass muscle in order to give him some pleasure as he continued to hammer away at my ass. But he could hardly feel it cause he just didn't care. He took his limp cock out of my ass and told me he'll be back for his blowjob later. Meanwhile I continue to ream out Elam ass with my tongue, when he told me to stop and start sucking on his cock. Moving my head over his cock I was rewarded with more of his great tasting pre-cum, I could hardly wit for the real thing. The next thing I knew was that someone's cock had replaced Bob's in my ass and was being to pump his hard cock up my ass. This guy was better than Bob and he was beginning to give me a hard-on. He slowly push his cock all the way up and gently withdraw it till he was almost out and then pushed it all the way back. I could feel his balls hitting my ass and my own balls. Boy he was good. Meanwhile back to Elam's cock that was leaking plenty of pre-cum, and beginning to get harder. I looked down and seen his ball were being to withdraw into his body and knew that his time was getting near. I increased the action of my head bobbing over his cock and started using my tongue on his piss slit. When my hand started playing with his ball and moving down to his boy pussy his cock started shooting his cum in my mouth. The taste was great even though he didn't shut a great amount of cum, like Josh or Kevin, what he did tasted great. The whole time he never touched me but just sat there and let me do all the work, He completely enjoyed the experience by the smile on his face. He told me that I was a great cock sucker and we would have to do this again, soon. I wanted to get to know him a lot better and if I played my cards right maybe I could. The boy that was fucking my ass was really beginning to turn me on; he was good and must have had a lot of experience. I just leaned there as he pound my ass with his hard cock, Elam was soon replaced with another cock that was already leaking pre-cum and I hungrily took it in my mouth. What boy wouldn't be enjoying the evening so far, a hard cock up your ass and a hard cock in your mouth? I was later find out that my brothers were showing the action on the 27" screen TV in the rec room and soon I would here them shouting and howling as their friends began dumping there cum in my body. The ones that began to cum on my face and back were getting the loudest cheers. So then more and more of the guys were cumming in my face. Jon was able to zoom in close to my face, as it was splatter with a fresh load of cum. For a so-called bunch of jock straight boy's they sure seemed to enjoying watching a cumming cock. Jon or Jacob I'm not sure which must have told them that I liked having my face slapped with their hard cocks cause more and more of them were doing it to the enjoyment of their friends watching on the monitors. The ones that were fucking my ass I could hardly feel from all the lube in the form of boy cum that was up my ass. It still felt good having a hard cock up my ass with no pain at all and the minute one was done cumming the next would take his place. Inserting his hard cock up my boy pussy. For the short times that I didn't have a hard cock up my ass I felt empty and wanted another cock. My own cock was rock hard and need some relief real soon, what boy could take all of this without some relief. If only one of the would touch my cock I knew they would be rewarded with a handful of my own cum. I also knew that none of them would dare touch my cock with their friends watching and the tapes running. They would never be able to live it down in the locker room or among their friends. They would be forever label as gay, I didn't care what they thought of me, it was too late for that, and I was gay so I didn't care. I reached down with my hand and started to stroke my own cock all the while I was still sucking on some teen boy hard cock while his teammate was fucking my ass. Jon a course zoomed in on my hand as all the guys started to hoot and howler, for some strange reason it gave them pleasure to see me stroking my own cock while sucking on their friends cock. It didn't take very long for me to start shooting my cum, and it felt so good, it was one of the largest loads that I ever shot. It seemed that my cock wouldn't stop cumming in my hand. Oh for what I wouldn't have given to have a hot mouth wrapped around my cumming cock. But instead my mouth was wrapped around somebody else's hard cock that also was beginning to cum in my mouth. I felt the first warm load of cum enter my mouth when he pulled his hard cock out of my mouth and started to shut the remaining loads over my face. The guys watching were clapping and cheering as his cum hit my face and began to run down my nose and into my waiting mouth. The guy was almost done shooting his load when he told me to start sucking the remaining cum out of his softening cock. I lapped at his cock like a dog to a bone taking his cock into my mouth and sucking the last of his juice out of his cock. The guy behind my also was cumming in my ass and another few loads of warm boy cum was deposited up my ass to join the rest of the cum that was already up my boy pussy. I could feel it oozing out around his cock and down my legs. What a waste for a lover of cum, to have it wasted by just running down my legs seemed like a shame. I wanted to reach behind me with my hand to catch it so I could have a taste but before I know it another cock was being inserted into my mouth along with one up my ass. These boys were not lasting very long cause they were getting so horny by watching their teammates unload in me. Almost every cock that I started to suck on was leaking pre-cum and was close to cumming. All it took was a few licks of my tongue and a couple of pumps when they would begin to cum in my mouth. Most now were pulling their cocks out to cum on my face and show off their squinting cocks to their friends. I seen and sucked on so many cocks that night that I lost count. As time went on I know the one that have been up my ass cause of the dried cum on their cocks. This added a special favor to the fresh cum that soon was shooting in my mouth or on my face. Bob was the first one to have me suck his cock after it was up my ass. The hairy ape-boy was only interested in getting his rocks off. He acted like this was a race and he was determined to finish first. The second that my mouth wrapped around his hard cock, he began pumping into it as fast as he could. Never did he pause to enjoy my tongue working on cock, all he did was pump his hips as fast as he could till he began cumming in my mouth. Pulling his cock out he shot the last of his loads over my face and then demanded that I suck his cock dry. I recognized many of the guys that night either as being friends of my brothers or thou church on Sundays. The assortment of cocks that night till this point, were all about the same size. My guess was that they were between 5 1/2" and 6 1/2". A few were larger like Elam but many were smaller. Some of the guys were very hairy while others had little or no hair at all. I did seem to like the guys with little hair. It was easier to get my mouth wrapped all the way down to the root. I think that some of them would have like to be me, sucking on their friend's hard cocks, but none of them at this point would show that side to their friends. So by advertising and showing their hard cocks squirting they hoped that it would get their friends interested in a little outside action. If the story that 20-25% of the population is gay then we had 5-6 gay boy's here wanting to suck a cock. I heard noise and laughing coming from the rec room and was wondering what was happening, only to hear someone say "I want to see your brother take that cock up his ass, or down his throat". >From what Josh had told me this morning it could only be Jason or Robert getting naked to take his turn with me. Read more about the nights activities in the next chapter. If you like me to continue with the next chapter please email me at: ral2652@hotmail.com Negative or positive comments welcome.

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Date: Tue, 03 Dec 2002 21:00:54 -0600 From: Ralph x Subject: JJ Chapter 21 Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read materials of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This story contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys and men. The acts are consensual and are a result of their love or lust for one another. When the twins came home early from winning the football game that night, I came to realize that they too enjoyed gay sex more than sex with any girl they could've had that night. They wanted to get it on with each other and the rest of us. Chapter 21 What a sight the guys walked into that night! Kevin was still sitting on John's lap, with his still semi-hard, massive cock up his ass. He just laid there in John's arms, with his head on his shoulder, and John's arms wrapped around him. They saw me on the floor with master's cock buried deep in my throat, getting ready to reward me with his hot man cum, as my treat. They began to take off their clothes when our Uncle, the master, stopped them, telling them that they should practice for the big show the next night. They all shouted out with glee, and wanted to know the details of what he had arranged. He started out by telling us that we all "dates" for tomorrow night, but that Jon and Jacob were going to be the night's entertainment. I was going to the party with the same man I was with the other night, Jimmy's dad. Kevin had a date "with a nice guy". Josh was going to get a man's cock up his ass, and the man was paying extra because his ass was still a virgin to a man's cock. But the big news was that Jon and Jacob were going to entertain everyone at the party. Here's what he had in mind: they both would come into the room and start to kiss and feel each other up, slowly removing the other's clothes. They were to take their time and go real slow, until both of them were naked, stroking each other's hard cock. That's when he said "why talk about this. Why don't you guy's just start, and we all can give you pointers on what to do". Jacob and Jon just turned to each other, and started kissing. It didn't take long to work their hands under the other's clothes. I could see their hands playing with the others nipples, and saw their cocks were already tenting out their pants. The master kept telling them to slow down, take their time, and work the audience. They did as instructed, and began kissing the other's neck. When Jon reached under and removed Jacob's shirt, we were treated to seeing his hard six-pack, with his nipples sticking out. Jacob did the same to Jon, and then John said, "Oh my goodness, they're hot", with the master telling him to wait till he saw the rest. Identical bodies, including their cocks. "The old guys are going to love them." Their hands were now busy rubbing the other's cock through their pants. John told them to "Hurry up and get their cocks out", while the master told them to take their time and taunt the audience. Their tongues were still planted in the other's mouth, but their hands were rubbing the other's cock, which we could tell were rock hard, and tenting their pants. Jacob started unzipping Jon's pants, giving his cock some relief from the confines of his tight pants. His pants dropped down, exposing more of his naked body, while his cock was unexposed, still hidden in his underwear. There was no doubt that he was turned on, with his hard cock now straining the fabric of his underwear. The bulge in front, only made the fabric pull tighter against his ass, showing every line and curve of his cheeks. Jon did the same to Jacob, and now we had two very hot guys, standing face-to-face, in their underwear, with their hard cocks rubbing against the other. They both were dry- humping the other, with their hands rubbing the ass of the other. Jon was the first to reach his hands into Jacob's pants, and begin kneading Jacob's ass cheeks, much to his brother's delight. Both Jon and Jacob's cock were leaking plenty of pre-cum, wetting the front of their underpants; the wet spots were growing with every passing moment. The five of us watching the two of them were getting us very horny. John's cock was hardening up again in Kevin's ass, bringing a smile to his face. Josh had his cock out of his pants, and was stroking his member. The master's cock was rising to the occasion as well. The master, seeing Josh stroking his cock, told him to get naked and come over. I was thinking that he was going to want me to suck on Josh's cock, but instead, he took Josh's cock into his own mouth. I think this was the first time the master had sucked on Josh's cock, and I knew he was an expert at sucking a cock. Jon and Jacob were now completely naked, with their hard 6 1/2" cocks pointing at each other, both, with drops of pre-cum forming at the piss slits. How I wanted to go over and lick it off but thought better of it, wanting to see them put on more of a show. John was pumping his massive cock into Kevin's ass once again, but not taking his eyes off the twins. Kevin was enjoying, once again having his ass plugged with John's cock, and his own cock was also as hard as a rock. Josh was pumping his teen cock into the master's mouth, with his back slightly arched, and his balls held tightly against his body. From the look on his face, I knew he was going to shoot his cum soon. By now, the twins were laying down sideways so each had the other's cock deep in his mouth, giving the other as much pleasure as possible. Their hands were busy rubbing and playing with the other's ass. The master told them to expose the other's boy pussy to the audience. Having seen their pink rosebuds in the past, I didn't think it would have much effect on me. Boy, was I wrong! I really wanted to get down there, into the action, and lick and kiss their boy pussy holes, getting them nice and wet, so my own hard cock could slip into their hole. Josh said that he was going to cum, and the master told him to shoot his load over the twins. They might as well get used to it, 'cause that was what was going to happen at the party. All it took was for Josh to stroke his hard cock a couple of times, and then he started cumming over the twins. The master and John had never seen Josh cum before, and were impressed as he shot one huge load after another, over the twin's faces and cocks. After about seven loads, Josh finally stopped cumming and the master told the twins to start eating their reward. � They began licking up all of Josh's cum from the other's cock, bringing the rest of us closer to our climax. We could see their tongues licking Josh's fresh cum off the other's cock and balls, and I wanted them to be licking my hard cock. Instead, I turned my head around, taking the master's cock into my mouth, as he let out a moan. I was bobbing my head over his cock as fast as I could, wanting him to reward me with a fresh load of his cum. I could feel Josh take my hard cock into his mouth, doing the same to me. I knew I wasn't going to last very long. Feeling that sensation in my balls, I knew that soon I would also be cumming, I asked the master where I should shoot my load. He told me to reward the twins with my cum. I got up on my knees, over the twins, stroking my hard cock to get the cum out of my balls. My cock was right over Jacob's face, when I began shooting my load of boy cum. He opened his mouth to get as much of my cum right into his mouth. Jon still was sucking on his cock, and he was now stroking Jon's cock, as I was shooting my boy cum right into his mouth. John let out a cry, as his cock began erupting his cum, deep into Kevin's ass. Kevin had a hold around John's neck, as John's cock swelled in his ass shooting load after load of cum. Kevin's face told the whole story. It was one of sheer pleasure, as he pleased his lover. The boy was turning into a real party animal, and it seemed like he couldn't get enough cock up his ass. The twins were close to cumming, and the master told them to lay flat on their backs exposing as much of their boy pussies as possible, as they stroked their hard cocks to climax. It didn't take very long, before the both of them reached the point that their cocks began shooting load after load of hot boy cum over their bodies. The master and Kevin were the only ones not to cum yet, and then the master moved behind Jacob's ass, taking some of Jon's cum to lube his cock, before slipping into Jacob's boy pussy hole. He told Kevin to do the same to Jon. Kevin and the master were plugging the twins' holes with their hard cocks, and I knew that neither one would last long. Kevin was the first to pull out. He was spraying his cum over Jon's soft cock and balls. He shot load after load of his cum onto Jon's cock. John looked impressed with the amount of cum this little boy could unload, and I really think that he wanted it in his mouth. As Kevin's cock shot another load, he was licking his lips imagining the taste of Kevin's cum. Now the master pulled his cock out of Jacob's ass, and shot his load in one long stream starting at Jacob's face, and ending at his cock. As before, his cum was thick and rope- like. While the rest of us would shoot in multiple loads, his would just be one long stream with just one massive organism. Kevin walked over to John, who I think he really liked, and John took his little teen cock into his mouth, sucking the remaining cum off his cock. Then Kevin climbed on his lap, and they started kissing, exchanging what little cum John was able to get off Kevin's cock. We all began congratulating the twins on what a great show they had put on for us. They both turned all kind of shades of red, as we just kept it up. Both the master and John kissed both boys, and thanked them again, before heading off for bed upstairs in my parent's room. We wondered if the two of them were going to have sex alone, or if they were as exhausted as we were. Josh started asking Kevin what it was like to have John's massive cock up his ass. Kevin said that at first it hurt a lot, but that John had taken it real slow, and used plenty of KY jelly, making it a lot easier for him to slip his organ up his ass. He said that once he got used to the size, it felt really good. He liked our cocks up his ass, but John's cock did some more for him. The first time he came with that cock up his ass, was the most intense cum he ever had. We all laughed and told him he was becoming a size queen. Then they began asking me more and more questions about my "date" the other night, with the man. What could I say, except that I had a real good time? The man was kind and gentle, knowing what to do, and not causing me any pain or discomfort. I told them he was relaxed, and in being so, he made me relax and have a good time. Yes, I was looking forward to being with him again tomorrow night, oops, make that tonight, because it was already after midnight. I was wondering how the sleeping arrangements were going to work out. I knew that the twins were going to be sleeping together, and I didn't want to sleep alone, after being used to having the master's hard body close to mine. I was going to miss having his hairy chest pressed up against my back, with his semi-hard cock, nestled between my ass cheeks. After we all kissed good night, the twins settled in Jon's bed, while Kevin, Josh, and I crawled into the other, with our legs and arms all tangled together. None of us had a lot of room, but it did feel good to have a warm body close at night. The three of us kissed good night again, and when Josh kissed Kevin, I heard him whisper to him that he loved him, causing my heart to break a little, but then, my feelings of intense love for him had gone away. Don't get me wrong, I still liked him a lot, but now I had my Elam. The twins were busy again, going after each other, but I was just too tired to watch anymore. I do remember feeling Kevin and Josh sitting up to watch the action, but I fell asleep. I was wakened rather soon, as Josh began unloading his cum in Kevin's ass, telling him that he loved him, and to take his love juice deep in his ass. Even though I was tired and half-asleep, this gave me an instant boner. Kevin and Josh saw that I was awake, and began to work on my throbbing cock. They were licking and sucking my cock and balls with their tongues and mouths. Kevin told Josh that he wanted my cock up his ass, and that he really liked to have guys shoot their cum in his pussy. He sat down on my hard cock, which easily slipped all the way in. I could feel the fresh warm cum that only minutes ago, Josh had deposited in Kevin's boy hole. Josh moved up, and we began kissing, as Kevin rode my cock like a rodeo star on a bucking bull. He grabbed his own cock, while still riding mine, and began shooting load after load of his teen cum over my chest and stomach. Josh was licking up as much as he could, and then would stick his tongue in my mouth sharing Kevin's cum with me. The feeling of Kevin's ass around my cock brought me to climax, and I told them that I was going to cum. Kevin jumped off my cock, and then both he and Josh attacked my throbbing cum- spitting cock with their hot mouths. Where they learned this wasn't known to me, but it felt great. My cock just kept shooting cum, while the two of them just kept licking all they could with their tongues. We were laughing and giggling like the teen boys we were, all having a great time, while our cocks had just been serviced. We fell asleep in each other's arms, only to be awakened a few hours later, when the phone rang. My first thought was who the hell was that at this early hour, until I realized it was close to 11 am. It was my parents telling us that our grandmother had passed away over night, and they would let us know about the arrangements. If you would like me to continue with the next chapter please email me at: ral2652@hotmail.com Negative or positive comments welcome

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Date: Thu, 24 Oct 2002 21:11:47 -0500 From: Ralph x Subject: JJ Chapter 12 Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read materials of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This story contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys. The acts are consensual and are a result of their love or lust for one another. We ended chapter 11 with Uncle Bill telling Jacob to suck on his man-cock. Chapter 12 Let me describe Uncle Bill. He stands about 6`4`, weighs in at about 210, and is built like a god. He works construction and has the body to prove it. He's younger than Dad is, by about 20 years, and the story I heard was he was a mistake, completely unplanned-for by my grandparents when he was born. He also played football in high school and was pretty good; even got a few offers to play college ball, but turned them down and hit the road for a few years before coming back home when my grandparents got sick. As he walked over to Jacob, with his cock hanging from his pants, he reached down and picked up the broken pool cue. Slapping it against his hand in a frightening gesture, he told Jacob to open his mouth and suck his cock. When Jacob began to protest he hit him hard with the pool cue and Jacob opened his mouth in protest and pain. Uncle Bill stuck his cock in Jacob's mouth and told him to suck it or else. He looked over at us who had stopped to watch and told us that we shouldn't stop 'cause our turn was next and he had more than enough to go around. I wanted the man's cock in my mouth. It wasn't the largest cock I had ever seen, but it was a thick and good-looking cock. I resumed sucking on Jon's cock, which had gone a little soft, and I began to make it hard again. Bob's cock began pumping in my ass. Uncle Bill had grabbed Jacob's head and pulled him by his hair as Jacob tried to spit Bills cock out of his mouth. Bill just kept forcing Jacob's head back and forth over his cock telling him that he was a good cocksucker but needed more practice to become great; telling us that by the time my parents got back, all of us would be great cock-suckers. Uncle Bill still had the broken pool cue in his hand and reached over to Bob's ass and hit it softly telling Bob, "fuck that boy's ass". He was working the cue in between Bob's ass cheeks, trying to get it into Bob's anus. Bob seemed to like the feeling 'cause he was pumping his hard cock into me and moaning in pleasure. I could tell he was getting close as his cock was beginning to thicken in my ass. Jon also was leaking plenty of pre-cum, a sure sign that he was also getting close. He grabbed his cock out of my mouth and began to cum over my face. He was moaning as he shot 5 loads of fresh teen boy cum on my face as I opened my mouth to receive my reward for sucking him off. He told me to suck the rest of his juice out of his cock as he stuck it back into my mouth. Bob was also beginning to cum in my ass and Uncle Bill told him to pull his cock out and shoot on my back. He liked to watch cumming cocks, especially teen boy cock cum. I looked over and could see Jacob was still sucking on Uncle Bill's hard cock as it fucked his mouth. Jacob was no longer trying to get away but seemed to be enjoying the first cock in his mouth. As he was sucking Uncle Bill's cock he was stroking his own hard cock. I rolled over and began playing with my own boy cock, which was rock hard. Uncle Bill told Bob and Jon to take care of me, that they just got a blowjob and a fuck, and they should suck my cock. Bob and Jon looked at each other and said that they also don't suck cock, that it was my job to suck them off. Uncle Bill told them to start sucking my cock as he pulled his cock out off Jacob's mouth and started walking over with the pool cue still in his hand. He started hitting Bob on the back and told him to take my cock in his mouth. Bob got hit about 3 or 4 times before he leaned over and started licking my pre-cum leaking cock. Jon, seeing the welts raising on Bob's back, also leaned over taking my nuts in his mouth. I couldn't believe what I was feeling and seeing. Jacob had sucked on Uncle Bill's cock who was just standing there watching us with his rock hard cock pointing out of his pants. Here Bob had my cock in his mouth and Jon was working on my balls. Uncle Bill began taking his clothes off as he walked behind Bob. Uncle Bill began playing with Bob's anus with the pool cue and said, "looks like this boy is enjoying this". As he started to insert the cue into Bob's ass he told Jacob to go and get some lube so it would slide into Bob's ass easier. Bob began to plead with him not to fuck his ass but Uncle Bill just told him to shut up that he would enjoy it a lot. Bob told him that his cock was too big and thick to put up his ass. Jacob returned with the lube and Uncle Bill told him to lube up the cue. Jacob was standing next to Uncle Bill with his hard cock sticking out as he lubed up the cue for him. Uncle Bill reached down, grabbed Jacob's cock and told him he had a nice piece of meat for a teenager. Jacob was enjoying Uncle's hand on his cock as Uncle leaned over and began kissing Jacob on the mouth. Jacob pulled away and Uncle pulled him back by his cock and told him to kiss him back. As Uncle Bill stuck his tongue in Jacob's mouth, he also stuck the cue into Bob's anus, making him cry out in pain. Bill told him to take it like a man as he slowly pushed more and more of the cue up his ass. Bob had stopped sucking on my cock as the cue entered his ass; his eyes were watering; yet he refused to cry in front of his friends. Uncle Bill eased up on the cue and waited a little, giving Bob's ass a chance to get used to something inside him. Jon now took my cock in his mouth, licking off the pre-cum. He seemed to be trying to give me some sort of pleasure as he gently began rolling his tongue around my hard cock. If he kept this up I was going to cum in his mouth in no time at all. I began to pump my hard cock into his mouth, moaning with pleasure as he tried licking my piss slit of its pre-cum. Looking over at Bob, I saw he now seemed to be enjoying the pool cue sliding in and out of his ass. A slight smile was forming on his lips as Uncle Bill told him that he was ready for a hard cock, but he was going to go slow with him, before he stuck his cock up his ass. Uncle Bill told Jon to stop sucking my cock and told me to put my little cock into Bob's ass. I could hardly wait to fuck his ass with my cock; I was going to pound his ass with my cock just like he did to me. I moved around to Bob's ass as he gave me a look of hate. Not waiting or giving him a chance to get used to my cock, I stuck it in his ass as deep as I could. The cue helped to loosen his ass muscles because I met no resistance at all. Bob cried out in pain as I began fucking his hole as hard and as fast as I could. Uncle Bill grabbed my shoulder and told me to slow down and enjoy. Bob was crying out for me to stop, but I did what Uncle Bill said, and slowed down, but didn't stop fucking his ass. We all just ignored his cries, I at least knowing that soon he would be crying for more cock in his ass. Uncle Bill also told me to start slapping Bob's ass as I continued to fuck it. For some strange reason it felt good to slap that hairy ass as I fucked it with my hard cock. I could feel my balls pulling up against my skin and knew that I would be cumming soon. Uncle Bill was slapping my ass and still kissing Jacob. He told Jon to come over and suck their cocks, which Jon did without comment. He dropped to his knees and took Uncle's hard cock in his mouth, first licking the pre-cum that was beginning to flow out of his cock. He moved Jacob closer to him so that Jon could take both cocks into his mouth at the same time. He would alternate licking Uncle's cock, then Jacob's, while the two of them continued to probe each other's mouths with their tongues. This was just too hot for me and I began to feel my cum shooting out of my nuts. Remembering what Uncle Bill told Bob earlier, I pulled my shooting cock out of Bob's ass and started shooting my hot boy cum on Bob's back. Uncle Bill slapped my ass and told me for a little guy I shot a lot of cum and soon he wanted to taste my cum. I was stroking the remaining cum out of my cock when my Uncle told me to let Bob suck it out. I moved over and stuck my softening cock into Bob's mouth, which to my surprise he did suck the remaining cum out of my cock. For his first taste of cum, he seemed to enjoy. � Uncle Bill now told Jacob to fuck Bob's ass and he moved over to line his throbbing cock up with Bob's hole. He inserted the head only and waited for Bob to get adjusted to a larger cock than was just in his boy pussy. Bob must have been ready because he pushed back taking the full length of Jacob's cock up his ass. He let out a sigh of relief to have another cock up his ass. He told Jacob to fuck his ass with his hard cock. Jacob was pumping his hard cock into Bob, while he started to slap his hairy ass. I just sat back enjoying the sight before me; Jon was sucking on Uncle Bill's impressive tool while Jacob was fucking Bob's hairy ass. I walked over to my favorite Uncle and reached up to kiss him. Wasting no time his tongue was deep in my mouth and mine in his, this man could kiss! My cock was soft, but I could feel it beginning to grow. Uncle's tongue in my mouth was making me horny again. Uncle looked down at my cock, and seeing that I had a drop of cum hanging from the head, told Jon to lick it off, that cum shouldn't be wasted with a mouth so close. Jon looked up at us with a look of disgust on his face, but did as he was told and licked the cum off the head of my cock. The second his tongue touched my cock it really began to grow and I stuffed my cock into Jon's waiting mouth. Uncle Bill laughed telling Jon that one way or another he was going to suck many more cocks tonight, and tried to put his cock into Jon's mouth with mine. Jon opened his mouth as wide as possible but couldn't fit both in at the same time. Mine was now once again hard as a rock while Uncle's cock had never softened from the minute it got hard earlier that evening. He must have had good control over his cock in order for it stayed hard for as long as it did without cumming. He was the only one so far who had not cum and he was showing no signs yet. While I was enjoying his tongue in my mouth, what I really wanted was his cock. Pulling my cock out of Jon's mouth, I dropped to my knees taking Uncle Bill's cock in my hand and began licking his cock head. I was rewarded with a large drop of his pre-cum and he tasted great. He pulled Jon up by his arms and started to kiss him also, this man must like to kiss. Jon at first moved away as Uncle Bill grabbed his ass hard, sticking one finger in his hole forcing him frontward into Bill's waiting mouth. Jon relaxed and let Uncle Bill slip his tongue into his mouth, but Uncle Bill continued to feel around Jon's boy pussy. He moved his hand over to my mouth and stuck a finger out for me to get it wet and then returned it to Jon's hole forcing a little bit of the tip into his ass. This whole time Jacob was continuing to fuck Bob's boy pussy and from the sounds that the two of them were making the both of them were enjoying the action. Jacob pumped a few more times before pulling his cock out of Bob's ass and began shooting his hot cum onto Bob's back. He shot 4 or 5 loads of his cum, and with every load, Uncle's cock twitched in my mouth. He really did enjoy watching teen cum shooting out of their cocks. Uncle Bill pulled his hard, throbbing cock out of my mouth and asked Bob if he was ready for a man's cock up his ass. All Bob did was reach behind him and spread his ass cheeks wide exposing his hot pink boy pussy. Uncle Bill instructed me to crawl under Bob and suck his cock while he sucked on mine. He also told the twins to start working on each other, and that they should lie side-by-side sucking each other's cock. He said that this was a dream come true watching identical twins sucking each other off as he fucked a hot boy's ass. Wasting no time, the four of us got into the positions that Uncle Bill instructed us to be in, and began to suck on each other's hard cock. Uncle Bill began to insert his throbbing cock deep into Bob's pussy and as he did Bob's cock began unload his hot cum into my mouth. For some reason his cum tasted a lot better this time than in the past when I didn't enjoy his cum. He was moaning and thrusting his hard cock into my mouth as load after load of his cum erupted from his cock Uncle Bill was really fucking his ass hard while he watched the twins going to town on each other's cock. I tried to watch the action of the twins as they took their cocks deep into their mouths. I guess it was like sucking on your own cock because their cocks, like the rest of them, were identical. I reached up to feel Uncle Bill's nuts and they were pulled close to his body, a sure sign that soon he would also be shooting his load. He told the twins to pull out of each other's mouth so as they began shooting, their cum shot all over the other's face. Watching the twins shoot their cum onto each others face was too much for me to take and I pulled my cock out of Bob's mouth, shooting my cum onto his face. I shot 3 loads of hot cum on Bob's face and he began trying to lick the fresh cum off his face. This all was way too much for Uncle Bill and he also pulled his shooting cock out of Bob's ass, shooting a long thick rope of white hot cum onto Bob's back. It pooled with mine and Jacob's cum from before which was beginning to harden. Uncle Bill only shot one load of cum but it seemed to last forever, the thick cum just kept coming out of his cock. While each of us had shot 3 or 4 loads, Uncle Bill's was like he was pissing, it just continued to flow out of his cock. Bob had one long line of cum from the middle of his back down to between his ass cheeks. As Uncle's cock began to soften he was dripping the last of his cum off his hanging cock. I moved between Bob's legs and caught his cum in my mouth as it dripped off his hanging cock. The man's cum tasted great, it was very thick and hot, and it just kept dripping from his piss hole onto my face and into my mouth. He called the twins over and began licking there cum off of their faces, telling them that their boy cum tasted great. Bob rolled over on his back with a look of happiness on his face. Uncle leaned over and licked his own cum off my face then bent over and licked my cum off Bob's face. He told us that we all did great for our first time sucking and fucking. Little did he know that it wasn't my first time sucking, fucking or getting fucked and it wasn't the twins' or Bob's first time fucking or getting sucked. He then said "Boys, the evening's not over yet. I still have three more asses to fuck". If you'll like me to continue with the next chapter please email me at: ralph890@hotmail.com Negative or positive comments

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Date: Fri, 27 Dec 2002 09:29:14 -0600 From: Ralph x Subject: JJ Chapter 25 Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read materials of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This story contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys and men. The acts are consensual and are a result of their love or lust for one another. Chapter 25 The twins had put on the best show of all time; I could hear some of the men saying to each other, as I sat on the floor between Mr. Jim's legs, playing with his soft cock. Josh and Kevin both were doing the same to their "dates" for the night. All three men had just had a tremendous organism watching the show the twins just put on. In fact, I think all the older men in the room had just cummed. Many of the younger guys had also cum while standing over the twins, beating their hard cocks. I was later to learn that it wasn't really allowed for the younger guys to get together tonight except with the older guys. They were there for the pleasure of there paying customers. The guys didn't care what they did on there own free time, but at the party, they were to service the older man only. Jim could tell that I was getting uncomfortable with his cum running out of my pussy hole. It was getting dry, and my ass was now sticking to the floor. He suggested that I go clean up in the bathroom, and then I was free to walk around and enjoy myself. I got up and started to walk away when he called me back asking, "Would you like the collar removed, so you can get some action and spending money?" I thanked him, and lowered my head so he had an easier time removing the damn thing. He told me to take it easy, and not to let anyone fuck my ass without a rubber, and to afterwards, clean up real good, because he still wanted to fuck my ass one more time tonight. What a set up this place was, a large pool, hot tub that could fit 20 and the cabana house that had a bathroom like a man's locker room. I entered the bathroom and decided that I need to try and shit out some of the cum that Jim had deposited in my ass. While sitting there, two young guys entered the bathroom and began talking. "Those two guys putting on the show were the hottest fucking guys I've seen in a long time." "No shit" said the other. "For the money they are paying them, it should be though." "I heard that the club was going to pay them 3,000 dollars, for the show. We should put together an act; I could really use that kind of money." "What the hell are you talking about? First off, I'm sorry to say, but we're getting too old. These guys like them young. Besides you have your sugar daddy taking care of you," said the first guy. "Well, I think that may be coming to an end. He used to come over two or three times a week, and now maybe, only once. I noticed that when I'm gone, I think he's bringing someone else over. I can tell that someone's been there fucking on the bed." "Well. you had a good deal while it lasted, is he still paying all the bills?" "Sure he is, but he used to give me a few extra bucks every time he fucked my ass. You know, spending money," said the second guy. "Now, with him not coming over, as much, I really need these parties to help out on expenses." "I know what you mean. I don't have a sugar daddy, so I have to work my ass off looking for customers. Now it's going to get harder with those guys that put on the show," said the first. "Don't forget about those other three new kids. They are hot. Wouldn't mind fucking them." "No shit, that older guy Mike, is one good cock's man; he really knows how to give it to a guy," said the first. "How are you doing tonight on tips?" Asked the second. "Not too good, only about 3-4 hundred so far. That's really low, and now the old farts are tired and just can't get it up anymore." "When they do, they're going to want that young meat. Did you see all of them hanging out at the hot tub, looking at those guys? Hey, speaking of young meat, you want to get together tomorrow? I don't think I'll have any customers, they all drained their balls tonight," said the first. "I have to get going now, and try and make some money." I couldn't hear the rest of the conversation, because they walked out after pissing. But as I sat there, I was beginning to think that us younger guys were getting screwed over by the master. Those guys just said that the twins were going to get paid 3,000 dollars, yet the master told them they were going to make only like $250 each; and Mike was paying $1,000 dollars to fuck Josh's virgin ass, yet he also was getting only $250. I wonder what he was charging Jim and Bob for Kevin's and my ass. I had to also find out how they knew they were making any money, no one was walking around with a wallet, and all the younger guys were naked. Yet somehow someone was keeping track of the tab, maybe that's why Jim said what he did about making spending money. When I returned to the pool area, it seemed that all the older guys were gathered around the pool getting a blowjob from the twins. They had guys lined up waiting their turn, it kind of reminded me of the night I spent with the team, except no one was fucking their ass at the same time. Both Jacob and Jon had some older guy's hard cock deep in their mouths; the guys seemed to be enjoying having their faces fucked. They were playing with the guys' manholes as they pumped their hard cocks in their mouths. I think the guy that Jacob was sucking on, withdraw his cock and shot a couple of loads onto Jacob's face. Jacob opened his mouth trying to catch some of the man cream, then took the softening cock back into his mouth, to suck the remaining cum out of his shaft. The man who was fucking Jon's face also started cumming, but his cum just kind of rolled out of his piss slit. Jon stuck his tongue out, and was licking as fast as he could, as the cum just flowed out of the guys cock, before he too, took the softening cock back into his mouth. I was just kind of watching the action, when I felt a pair of hands on my ass, "Looks like you're fair game now, with the collar off," some man said to me. He began to nuzzle my neck, and reached around to play with my hardening cock. It felt so good that I reached behind me to play with his soft cock. The more I played with his cock, I felt the life returning to it, with every stroke, it was getting bigger. The guy had brought me to a full hard on, as people began to watch us also. He whispered in my ear that he wanted me to suck him off. So I turned around and started to kneel before him, when he suggested that he sit in a lounge chair while I sucked him off. He actually laid down on what I think you call a chaise lounge chair, and spread his legs wide wanting me to crawl between his legs. My ass was sticking up in the air, as my head began bobbing over his cock. For an older guy whom I assume had just cum while watching the show, he got hard very fast in my mouth. Another guy came up to us and asked the guy I was sucking if it was ok with him if he fucked my ass as I sucked his cock. He didn't ask me, but the guy I was sucking, had no problems with it. The guy spread my ass cheeks apart, and began fingering my boy hole, telling the guy I was sucking that my hole was nice and tight. He was taking his time with my ass, working his finger into me and getting me really hot, I wanted his cock buried deep in my ass. He was taking his time enjoying himself, as he played with my ass, sticking only one finger in and then moving it, wiggling all around my hole. I remember what Jim had said about making sure that the guys wore a rubber if they fucked my ass, but I didn't know how to tell the guy. There were rubbers and lube all around every table, just in case people needed them, and I was hoping the guy would put one on before fucking me. "Boy, you have a nice tight hole," he told me. "Are you ready to have my cock up your boy hole?" I took the guy's cock out of my mouth, and said, "Oh sir, please fuck my boy hole. I need your cock up my ass." He now had three fingers up my ass, and my own cock was leaking its pre-cum over the chair. A nice little puddle was beginning to form below my hard cock, as it dripped off. "Oh, sir," I begged, "Please fuck my ass, I need your hard cock." I noticed that he reached over getting a packet of rubbers off the table, near the head of the guy I still was sucking. His cock also was leaking its pre-cum and I enjoyed the different taste. It must have been all the fine expensive food he eats, because his pre-cum tasted so good. I was wondering if his cum would taste as good. The man behind me started to insert his hard cock into my ass. He must have rubbed plenty of lube on his cock, because it slid all the way in till I felt his balls against mine. He rested a minute enjoying the feeling of my soft tight hole against his hard cock, before he began pumping his cock into my ass. He would slide it almost all the way out, before driving it back into my boy pussy. The guy I was sucking grabbed my head with his hands, forcing it down around his cock as he began cumming in my mouth. I was rewarded with my first taste of his man cream, and it did taste as good as his pre-cum. His cock wasn't all that big, nor did he shoot so hard to drive any into my throat. I got to taste his cream and rolled it around my mouth before swallowing any. Creamy, thick and rich man cream was like the best candy bar I ever had. If I could bottle it, I could make lots of money off guys like me who love cum. His cock began to soften in my mouth and he relaxed his hands on my head, but I didn't take his cock out of my mouth. I wanted to suck the remaining drops out of his shaft, it tasted so good. The man driving his cock into my tight boy pussy, I could tell, was getting close. His pumping cock was picking up speed as it drove into my ass. I reached down and grabbed my own cock that also was close to cumming. As I began to stroke my own meat, some guy watching us said, "don't cum boy, I want you're cum." As I looked up some fat, hairy dark complexioned guy was watching, pumping his leaking cock. He moved closer, and put his little hairy cock into my mouth. I thought to myself, "I thought he wanted my cum." but I began to service him anyhow. I didn't know what to do. I wasn't used to controlling my cock, and I needed to get off now, but I did stop rubbing my boner. The guy sticking his little man meat into my mouth also smelled pretty bad, he need to take a shower and use soap, I thought. I think his problem was that he just was so fat, and was sweating like a faucet, as he fucked my mouth. His cock wasn't all that small once I got it into my mouth, it just looked small compared to his belly. The guy fucking my ass grabbed my hips as his cock got hard shooting his load into the rubber he had put on. I kind of missed the feeling of hot cum coating my insides. From the best that I could tell, he only shot maybe two loads of cum into the rubber, but he did seem to like the feeling of my boy pussy. He took his cock out of my ass, and peeled off the rubber from his cum coated cock, asking the guy who was fucking my mouth, if I could lick him clean. He took his cock out, making room for the guy's cum coated cock, which I did lick, clean. "Boy, you have a nice ass, and I'm going to be wanting it again, soon," he told me, as he walked away slapping my ass. The fat guy immediately stuck his cock back into my mouth, as I felt someone else's cock enter my ass. This was beginning to remind me of the night with the team, where I would service one cock after another. Without warning, the guy's cock in my mouth erupted with his loads of cum. His cock just twitched a couple of times, before releasing a few loads of cum. His cum didn't taste all that bad, and in fact it tasted pretty good to me. When he was done, he just patted my head and walked away. I was kind of disappointed, because I thought he was going to suck my cock. I needed some relief, so once again I grabbed my own cock, and began pumping it. This time a nice looking guy who was with the black kid, the one with the longest, skinniest cock I had ever seen, told me to stop. He told the kid to crawl under me and suck me off, but he wanted to watch me cum. The kid smiled at me, and slid under, taking my throbbing cock into his mouth. His cock got hard and was sticking up in my face. "Suck him off boy,"the man said. "I just love watch two teen's 69'ing" I didn't know what he meant by 69'ing, and would have to later ask the master. But I did know he wanted me to suck off his boy. I supposed it was all right for us to pleasure one another, because this man had ordered it, but I wasn't sure. This guy's cock was hard as a rock. He had no loose skin at all, and the meat inside was straining to get out. The skin was pulled all the way back exposing as much of his cock head as possible. I kind of felt sorry for him, it looked like his cock was hurting him, he was so hard. He was sucking my cock as only a cocksucker knew how. The pleasure he gave my cock was unbelievable, it felt good. Maybe it was he, or maybe it was because I needed to cum, but I didn't last very long. I'm cumming!" I yelled. Just then, the guy fucking my ass began shooting his load into my tight pussy, maybe because his cock was bigger than the other guy, but I could feel him shooting a couple of loads into the rubber. My ass muscles were wrapped tight 'round his cock, as my own cock exploded. The black kid had slid down and was licking my balls, as my cock began erupted cum all over his chest. It looked good to have my white cream on his black chest, my cock shot about five loads of rich boy cream before ending. I felt drained as he began licking the remaining boy juice off my cock. I took his cock back into my mouth when the man asked me, "do you want that black meat up your ass?" "Yes sir," I answered. "Burt, put on a rubber, and fuck the white boy's ass," he told the kid I was sucking. Burt started putting on a rubber, but it would only come about 3/4 of the way down. Rubbers weren't made for such a long cock. He did the best he could, before lubing up his own cock. As he got behind me, I grabbed my ass cheeks spreading them apart to expose my boy hole for his cock. He wasted no time sliding his long cock up my ass. It felt like it was never going to end, he just kept pushing more and more of his cock into my ass. He did manage to get the whole cock up my ass, to the amazement of the guys watching us. They were giving us encouragement, as he pumped his skinny cock into my tight ass. Unfortunately, his dick being so skinny, I wasn't getting the enjoyment that a smaller, but thicker cock would have provided. What he lacked in thickness, he made up for in technique. Once his cock was deep in me, he wiggled it around hitting that special spot, causing my cock once again to get hard. "Look at the horny SOB," someone said, noticing my cock was hard again. "Remember the joys of youth, a boner at all times," some else said. He was thrusting his hard cock into me pretty fast so I knew he would be cumming soon. The man he was with also knew it, and told Burt to shoot his load on my back. A couple of more thrusts, and he pulled his hard cock out of my ass. Pulling off the rubber, he stroked his cock a couple of times before spilling his load. He must have shot 6 or 7 loads of his cum on my back, I only wished that I could see it shooting. I've never seen a black person cum before, and not only wanted to see what color it was, but I wanted to taste it. The whole time Burt was fucking my ass, and even after cumming, I never heard him say one word, I was beginning to think that he couldn't talk. Even when he and the guy walked away, the man thanked me, but Burt never said a word. How strange! The party was winding down. As I got up to look around, most everyone was gone, except for the twins who were getting their cocks sucked by a couple of guys. Mike, Jim and Bob were sitting around a table watching the action, while Josh and Kevin were sitting on the ground between their legs. I walked over to them, and Jim asked "well, it looks like you had a good time tonight. Are you ready to leave"? "Yes sir," I answered him. "Well, go and take a shower, because I still want to fuck your ass at the hotel later," he told me. I met a couple of other guys in the shower when I got there, and asked them about the money we earned tonight. "Where am I to get my tip money?" I asked them. "Well kid, we shouldn't tell you, because you and the two guys who put on the show are sucking these old men dry. You guys are making all the money, leaving nothing for us." I told them I was sorry, but what could I do to make it up to him. He smiled at me and told me to suck him off. I dropped to my knees in the shower took his cock into my mouth. His friend got behind me and jammed his hard cock up my ass. I wanted to tell him to use a rubber, but I don't think he cared. The two of them were pretty horny, and pissed at me, so they were fucking my mouth and ass hard. They didn't care. All they wanted was to get even. They reminded me of the twins, when we first started having sex. All they wanted was to get their rocks off. They both had nice cocks, and I could feel the stubble of the guy I was sucking where he must have shaved the hair off around his cock and balls. These guys were trying to look a lot younger than they really were. I wasn't even hard yet, when the guy started cumming in my mouth. He shot 3 loads of cum down my throat, then pulled his cock out and wiped the remaining leaking cum over my face. His friend who was fucking my ass was laughing as this guy hit my face a couple of times with his soft yet still large cock. He pumped into me a couple of times then pulled out telling me to bring my face over as he shot 4 loads of cum into it. I didn't even try to lick any of his cum off; the two of them were assholes, as far as I was concerned. They just about raped me, and used my body for their pleasure. One day I would get even, I thought to myself. But they did tell me where the money was, and I guess that was worth giving them a free blowjob and fuck. In the room where we had hung our clothes and stuff, against the one wall were envelopes with our "date's" name on them. I assume that was our tip money. Only 6 or seven envelopes were left. Mine a course, the twins, Josh, Kevin's and a couple of others. Josh and Kevin's were empty; the other two had a couple of hundred dollars each, mine had close to 900 dollars, while the twins had over 2,000 dollars each. God, they were going to be happy. I didn't know what to do, so I just left the envelopes hanging there, I figured that Jim, or someone, would tell me to go and get mine. As I was standing there, trying to decide what to do, whether to get dressed and go out, or just go naked again, the guys all came in to get dressed and leave. What surprised me was the way Josh and Kevin were hanging on to Mike and Bob. They had missed a really good time and a chance to make plenty of money. Jim walked up to me, grabbing my cock, asking if I saved any for him. I smiled, and as my cock began to grow again, said "Yes sir, I need you to fuck my ass," knowing he would like to hear that. If you would like me to continue with the next chapter please email me at: ral2652@hotmail.com Negative or positive comments welcome

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Date: Tue, 24 Sep 2002 19:35:44 -0500 From: ral2652@hotmail.com Subject: JJ Chapter 1 This is my first attempted at writing a story about my youth. If your underage to be reading about sex between boys please leave now. Otherwise read on, Before I get to the real story I need to set the cast. Jacob the older twin Age 16 Star Q.B. of the high School football team Jon the younger twin Age 16 Star R.B. of the High School football team Michael - That's me Age 14 Jane - My sister Age 12 Judy - My youngest sister age 10 Dad - A minister Mom - A homemaker We live in a 2-story house, 3-bedroom house for a long as I can remember. The Twins and I shared one bedroom, my sister's the other and a course mom and dad in the third. The twins could do no wrong they were completely identical in all was, they could even fool my mom and dad, the only way you could tell them apart is Jacob would were a gold chain and Jon a silver one. They would exchange the chains and even fool my parents. Being 16 and the star studs of the football team they had their pick of all the young girls and I think they just about screwed everyone of them in the high school. They would take turns with the girls and they wouldn't even know that they were being screwed by both of then in one night, more on that later. Everyone (including friends) would call the twins JJ except my mom who thought that she could tell the apart, 50% of the time she was wrong. I believe that I was the only one that could usually tell them apart because Jacob would always take the lead, he was the one walking a 1/2 step in front of Jon, he was the one that usually spoke 1st, he was differently the leader. The twins could talk to each other without saying anything out loud, like most twins they had their own way of communicating to each other. Anyway, being the jocks that they are their bodies are cut to perfection. They both stand about 6'2" tall, weigh 180, a six pack to die for, 6 1/2" of cut fat cock with low hanging balls. This all started about two years ago when they talked my father into fixing up the basement for them, they would even have their own bathroom; nothing was too good for the twins. They and my father spend every weekend over the winter fixing up the basement and I must say it was great. A great big bedroom, a sitting room with a pool table, and a private bath, what more could a teenager want. Oh did I forget to mention a private entrance from the outside, this would come in real handy for them to get their girls downstairs to fuck them without the parents knowing. One of them would bring a girl down to their bedroom, fuck her silly, leave to go to the bathroom and the other would take his place and get sloppy seconds, she would never now except for the few times after the second one was done the first would come back while the other was still there, nine times out of ten she would be sucking the one off while the other was fucking her, I would hear them bragging about it to their friends on the bus the next day. When we all shared a room I would get to see their hard-on's every morning when we got up to go to school. They would tease me about sucking them off, if they only knew that's what I would beat off too in the bathroom, was having their hard dicks in my mouth. I would stroke my little 4 1/2" cock till I came thinking about sucking on their cocks and drinking their cum At first when they moved down to the basement I was happy but after a little bit I came to realize that I would never see their naked bodies again, much less their lovely cocks. So I came up with a plan by giving my sister a hard time about having my own room and she having to share a room with the little brat. I knew in time she would work on my parents to get me to move down in the basement so she could have my room. It took about a year but it finally work when my mom brought it up one night at the dinner table. My brothers were pissed off and all they said was that they would think about it and let me know. Later that evening they called me down to the basement and explained the facts to me, if I were to move in with them I would have to become their slave. I would have to clean the rooms up, wash the toilet and shower, pick up their clothes and anything else they wanted me to do. If I opened up my mouth to mom or dad about anything that went on in the basement they would see to it that I wasn't believed and then they would beat the shit out of me. Knowing my parents I knew that anything they told them would be taken as the gospel and my word would mean nothing, so knowing that I wanted to see them naked again, every morning and night I agreed to move down and become their slave. I had no idea that would also mean their sex slave and prostitute. When they told my mom and dad that I could move down with them you would have thought that the Second Coming of Jesus was upon us, they got more brownie points then you could image. My dad said what great sons he had that they were willing to share with their younger brother even though he did no work on fixing the place up. Mon made them all their favorite foods for the next week and even my sisters gave them a kiss. The first week went by for the most part uneventful except me being able to see their big boners every morning and listen to them jack off every night. Every morning their would stick their hard cocks at my face and tell me to suck them off, I pretended to get scarred and turn away from their boners, even though I wanted a taste. I came up with a plan to watch them the next night jacking off, if I timed it right, they, would be cuming when I turn on the lights. Before going to bed I set up the lamps in our room with a switch near my bed so when they were jacking off I could turn on the lights to surprise them. It worked better then I expected. It worked great, when I turned on the light I caught them both with their hard cocks in their hands beating their meat. The look of surprise on their face was almost worth the beating they gave me. They jumped from their beds a started to hit me real hard with their fists. I was beginning to cry even though I was trying my best not to but they were hurting me. Jacob was the one that finally stop hitting me and told Jon now that I had interrupted their fun I should be the one to finish them off with a blow job. Jacob told Jon he could go first and held my arms over my head while Jon sat on my chest a put his cock in my mouth. The taste was every thing that I expected it to be, my little cock was so hard I was ready to explode without even touching myself. When he started to face fuck me I came so hard I almost passed out. He tasted like the best piece of fruit that I ever had, hard as a rock but yet soft and slippery. I couldn't get enough, I just wished he would slow down so I could service him better. In too little time he started to shot his cum down my throat, oh the milk sweet nectar of the boy god was great, he shot about four loads and I sucked down every drop. He told Jacob that I had given him the best blow job that he ever had and it was the first time anyone had drank his cum. Jacob and Jon switched place and now I tasted the same cock but this time it was on Jacob. I guess they are identical in every way, even their cocks taste the same, I wonder if their cum would also taste the same. He was face fucking me to no end and I was enjoying every minute of it, but I couldn't let them know that I was, this was suppose to be a punishment for catching them jacking off. When Jacob started to cum in my mouth I exploded for the second time that night without even touching myself. His cum did taste just like Jon's and what a great taste it was, I wanted more and more, but after about 4 shots again he was done with me. Thank god they had turned off the light cause otherwise they would have seen my hard on sticking up in the air and knew that I had enjoyed it as much as they had. They told me if I dared whisper a word of what happened they would beat the crap out of me and then they went to sleep. I stayed up half the night thinking of what just happened and beating off, I don't know how many times I came that night but it most have been a record. I wonder how I could get them to do it again. I didn't have to wait very long cause the next morning when the alarm went off they got up again with their boners sticking out, they took one look at each other and came to my bed and told me to open my mouth. I pretended that I didn't want to, but one slap in the face made me change my mind. This time there was no holding of my arms down so while Jacob fucked my mouth Jon had me jacking his cock with my hand. The way Jacob was fucking my mouth I knew that he would last very long and he soon rewarded me with a mouth of cum. What a breakfast all protein and good tasting too. A course when Jacob was done with my mouth Jon took over but was going real slow, stroking his 6 1/2" fat cock all the way in and then all the way out, I was in heaven and close to cuming again without touching myself. When Jacob had come out of the shower Jon was still doing a slow fuck with my mouth as his pussy, I was enjoying it so much that I didn't care if Jacob seen my boner with cum all over the head. He told Jon to hurry up or mom would be getting to wonder what's taking up so long. He then proceeded to face fuck my mouth like he was a jackrabbit, in little time he came down my throat with 5 mighty loads of fresh morning cum. I was still lying in bed when Jacob told me that the rules of my staying down with them had changed. Now I was also to be their sex slave and any time they wanted a blowjob I was to drop to my knees and suck them off, or else. I knew that would mean sucking them off at least 3 times a day, maybe more, unless they had a girl friend over to take care of them. I didn't care once in a while to share a load with some girl, just as long as I had the majority of their cum. When I passed Jon coming out of the bathroom from his shower he had the biggest smile on his face he said to me "Thanks kid, you suck a good cock". Jacob is on the floor laughing his ass off at this remark, telling Jon that my duties have changed and anytime he wanted a blow job from me just ask and I'll drop to my knees and suck him off. Now that I was alone in the bathroom I proceed to beat my 4 1/2" cock thinking about the taste and smells of my brothers, I love their cocks and cum and knew that I would suck them off when ever or where ever they wanted. My cock has never been this hard and when I when I started to rub my boy hole I came all over my chest I never experience suchk an organism in my short life. The thrill of sucking off my brothers and my finger up my ass cause my cock to explode of more cum then I thought possible. I started to play with the drops on my chest with my fingers and then became to suck my fingers of my own cum. It tasted very similar to that of my brothers, but yet the fresh hot cum from their cocks was better, I couldn't wait till later to service them again. That had to be the longest day ever at school, all I could think about was sucking them off again and how I could get them to play with my ass while I suck on their cocks. All day I walked around with a boner, I jacked off 4 times at school and yet I still had a boner. I knew that if my brothers had any idea that I loved sucking cock they could make my life hell. I rushed home from school that day not even stopping to talk or play with some of my friends, not realizing till I got on the bus that my brothers would not be coming straight home but had football practice right after school and wouldn't be home till about 6. So I decided to go home and clean up our room cause it was getting real messy and knowing my brothers, this Friday night, after the game they would try and get some girl to come home with them to fuck and suck on their cocks. Maybe now with their own live in cock sucker they wouldn't want a girl. I worked my ass off cleaning the room; I even changed the sheets on the beds, dusted, vacuumed and washed down the bathroom, thinking that my brothers would thank me. You could say they thanked me when they came home, they now started calling me their boy pussy, they said that I need to be fucked like a women and I needed a pussy. I almost told them that they could put their cocks up my ass but I knew that somehow the idea had to come to them or I could be in trouble. Jacob was the first to tell me to drop to my knees and pull his cock out and start to suck him off. I slowly lowed myself to my knees and unzipped him pulling his pants off I realized that they hadn't showered at school after practice and the odor I knew would add a great taste to their cocks. Pulling out Jacob's hard cock he began to grow right before my eyes. He told me to open my mouth cause he needs a hole real bad. With that I opened my mouth and took his cock in. I just about came in my pants and was glad that I had worn sweat pants so they couldn't see my boner. Jon told him to hurry up cause he also needed his cock sucked. Jacob was pumping my mouth for all he could, thank goodness that I could take all of him in without gagging, I could feel his cock head hitting the back of my mouth I was sucking on his meat trying to give him as much please as possible. All the time I was sucking his cock he keep telling me that I was the best person ever to suck his meat, that I needed to start a business, a cock sucking business. He was telling Jon what a great sucker I was, and Jon keeps telling him to hurry and cum cause he wanted some of my mouth. I could fell Jacob's cock begin to get harder and swell. He shot out five loads of the best tasting cum I had since that morning I tried to swallow as much of his cum as I could but some still leaked out around my lips and ran down my chin. Jacob pulled his cock out and looked down my cum covered mouth and laughed, telling Jon that the boy pussy was all his to face fuck cause he was going to shower before dinner. Jon wasted no time in replacing Jacob's cock in my mouth, he was harder then a rock yet still velvety on the outside, and he tasted real good. I was hoping he would take it easy like this morning and slowly fuck my mouth. I loved sucking his cock and playing with his cock head with my tongue. I would put the tip of my tongue in his piss hole and try to rim his dick head. It seem that this morning he liked that a lot, not tonight, he told me no to that, right now all he want was to get his rocks off and just to such his dick as he fucked my mouth. I was close to cuming myself from sucking on Jacobs cock and eating his cum now having Jon fucking my mouth with a passion, I reached down and started playing with my cock, pulling my cock out from my jockeys I began to stroke my own meat. I knew that Jon was getting close cause I began to taste more and more of his pre-cum and could feel my own cock leaking the pleasure I was getting from sucking a cock and stroking my meat. I knew that Jacob had entered the room after his shower cause Jon and him were talking about what a great cock sucker I was, that I was even better Betty, some girl that would service the whole football team for twenty dollars a load. I guess from listening to them she would let you cum in her mouth but would spit the cum out afterwards. and that I was free and they could have me at any time. I could see Jacob standing right by us naked and beginning to get hard again, who wouldn't when you see a hot guy getting his cock sucked. Jon pulled his cock out of my mouth and grabs it with his hand. Three stokes and his load was spraying me in the face, I opened my mouth to catch as much of his cum as I could, experiencing my own orgasm and shooting Jacob in the leg with my hot cum. He started kicking at me and swearing that I was a fag cock sucker and he was going to teach me a lesson. I do believe that my life was saved when at that moment our mom called down saying that dinner was ready and we should be coming up as soon as the guys were done with their showers. Being the great bull shitter Jacob is he calmly told mom ok while he gave me another kick. After mom had went back to the kitchen and Jon in the shower he had me lick my cum off his leg, it tasted so good that I got another boner while I was licking my cum off his leg. Not realizing that I never did put my cock back in my pants after jacking off, Jon walked in the room from his shower and seen me licking the cum with a boner. He tried to kick my cock but just in the nick of time I rolled away. The twins then told me that I was a fag and that later they had plans to fuck my ass so after dinner I better start to grease up my hole and stretch it out cause one way or another their cocks where going up my ass. 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Date: Mon, 30 Apr 2001 21:37:02 -0400 From: Danny Meyer <sittinhome@hotmail.com> Subject: BOYZ BRUTAL TRAINING SCHOOL - Chapter 9 Archive;'Boyz Brutal Training School #09'{Danny Meyer}( MB, BB, slow, bd, sm, cbt, tort, anal, inc, twink, )[] BOYZ BRUTAL TRAINING SCHOOL - A FANTASY IN EROTIC FICTION CHAPTER 9 - PUNISHMENT PLAN AND SENSUAL ENCOUNTER _______________________________________________________________ TO THE READER CHAPTER NOTE: The following chapter, 9, deals exclusively with events that originate in this chapter and students who have not appeared in any prior chapter--therefore, no previous knowledge of the story is necessary. This chapter is a departure from the note at the end of chapter 8, and does not continue the Kensington brother's plight, which will unfold in a subsequent chapter. A reading of CHAPTER ONE will, however, be helpful to the reader's insight into the (fictitious) training school--its students, staff, methods and principles--and clarify certain sensual and descriptive subtleties that occur in the current chapter, that otherwise might be unclear or incomprehensible to the new reader. This current chapter (9) is an exception, because all OTHER chapters in this story build on the ones before it. Incomplete scenes from earlier chapters will be continued in later chapters, (including 'Initiation of the Fifteen-Year-Old Students,' 'Kensington Brothers,' 'John's Night with Jason,' and the 'Boy in the Maximum Punishment Room'). FUTURE CHAPTERS will build upon events in this chapter. ________________________________________________________________ BOYZ BRUTAL TRAINING SCHOOL - Chapter 9 _______________________________________ by Danny Meyer Copyright (C) April 22, 2001 by Danny Meyer. All rights reserved. Please send comments to: Danny, at sittinhome@hotmail.com all mail is private and confidential all comments are welcome _______________________________________________________________ WARNING If it is not legal or ethical for you to read erotic stories, particularly of a gay or homosexual nature, please exercise your obligations as a responsible citizen and select suitable reading material. This story contains fictional graphic depictions of actions and tendencies considered extreme by many people. This entire story is purely a fantasy, and is for entertainment purposes only--it is not a reflection of life. All readers are warned not to attempt to re-enact, or recreate any of the actions or incidents portrayed or implied in any of this story's contents or events, which are entirely unreal, fictitious, and potentially dangerous. The foregoing and subsequent text applies to all chapters and portions of this story--past, present, and future. This fantasy was written for gay men and women. The orientation is gay male. Some bisexual men and women may also enjoy it, as well as some straight men and women, who are curious. If you like male to male sex and 'reasonably harsh' torture, read on. This is a fictional story. None of this ever really happened. None of the people are real people. Most of the characters are in the 13 to 18 year-old age range. The story is all about sex and pain, with young adult men, mainly from age 24 to 28, and younger men (students) from age 13 to 22. All of the action involves males in the age groups described-- in other words, exclusively gay activity. The cast is 100% male. If you like, and you're allowed to read this, please read on. If not, please select a different story, and have a good day. No hatred or prejudice here. STORY NOTE - FOR BEST ENJOYMENT OF THE STORY, READ ALL NOTES. Male-male sex, love, and affection or bonding are increasingly present in this story, although often occurring alongside BDSM scenes. There will be, however, some purely sexual segments-- oral, anal, masturbation and others. These do not often dilute or reduce the frequency of BDSM segments. The punishment and training scenes throughout all chapters in this fictional story involve a clean and controlled type of S&M or BDSM that is different from that found in many or most other authoritarian/dominant-submissive stories. A reasonably wide range of S&M intensity is depicted. Hatred is absent. By design, the younger students are not subjected to the harsher levels or extremes of BDSM, although their treatment cannot be characterised as 'soft,' except in cases of certain 'favourites.' Although this fictional fantasy takes many liberties and harsh flights of the imagination in depicting the infliction of pain, out of respect for the human body and for the dignity of being, there is no organic or functional destruction. There is no scat, no unbathed persons, nor is there any violent forcing of sex used as a substitute for the more ethical S&M and BDSM, which involves the controlled application of pain and some formalised humiliation, as its chief disciplinary tools. _________________________________________________________ ALL NAMES PLACES AND EVENTS USED IN THIS STORY ARE WHOLLY FICTITIOUS, AND BEAR NO CONNECTION WITH, RESEMBLANCE TO OR RELATION TO ANY REAL ENTITY. ANY SUCH SIMILARITY IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL, AND UNINTENTIONAL. ___________________________________________________________ ***** CHAPTER 9 ***** _______________________ THE CAST LIST ALSO PROVIDES IMPORTANT FACTS ABOUT THE STORY ___________________________________________________________ Gordon: (NARRATOR) - Owner and headmaster of the training school John: About to be hired as a master at the school Darryl and Timothy Harris: 18-year-old twins facing punishment (new characters) O'Malley, Rogers, and Forniky: 13 year-old boys - cute, notoriously naughty little hellions (mentioned; active in next chapter) (new characters) Phillips: A senior Master Thomas: A Senior Master and Gordon's close friend Blair, Debbins, Jenkins, and Michaels: Masters - younger (new characters) Troy: A senior student (21) - the school's electronics and video specialist (new character) Jason: A student, 18, (mentioned) - highly aroused at the moment because of the effects of an especially strong, sexually-stimulating potion, called super-tea (Jason: Ch. 4 - 7) Kensington brothers - Kevin and Shawn: Ages 14 and 13, respectively - new students in the 'Family Division' (Kevin & Shawn: Ch. 7 & 8) Chapter 10 will follow in about 2 weeks, if all goes well. __________________________________________________________ TO THE READER: The school is a unique setting for homeless or rejected boys, providing living quarters, meals, medical care, excellent education, BDSM training, sexual exercises, and full recreational facilities, for 160 boys. Student ages range from 13 to 23. Nakedness is often required. Educational facilities on the school's grounds include a high school, for ages 13 through 17, and a university, for ages 18 and higher. There is an extensive library. Several sports are offered, including swimming in an Olympic- sized pool. Physical exercise in the gym and elsewhere is mandatory. One medical doctor and two nurses are on duty at all times. There is a separate, smaller 'Family Division' comprised of boys dropped off at the school by one or both parents, for behavioural correction, for periods of not less than one year. Kevin and Shawn Kensington are such students. These 'Family Boys' are housed and trained entirely separated from the main student body, who are known as 'street boys.' All are boarding students, and are not permitted to leave the school grounds, at any time. The school includes classrooms, an auditorium with stage, scores of punishment and training rooms, luxurious staff quarters, gardens, fountains, and many other facilities. The food is excellent, for both masters and students. There are approximately 30 masters. Punishments are harsh, and can border on the extreme, but the students are trained in BDSM, not abused. Some students will willingly remain slaves, a few will become masters, eventually, after age 23. See CHAPTER ONE and others, for more information. SPECIAL NOTE 'Public sex' refers to any activity where a student is required to perform, sexually in the presence of other students. Often, this is done on stage, in the auditorium, with many students watching. _____________________________________________________ AT THE END OF CHAPTER EIGHT... [immediately after the birching of Shawn Kensington, brother of Kevin Kensington, new students in the 'Family Division']: "Please, NO!" the pathetic boy pleaded while still staring, in disbelief, at his erection--as if to say his penis did this by itself, and not of his own volition--and as if he could speak to his dick, and get it to respond to his will. My own excited organ throbbed in the confines of its jock. "You've learned NOTHING!" the father shouted at his tortured, younger son. Strange, I had thought Shawn had had his first lesson in erotic torture--albeit an agonisingly painful one--but then, it was too early to tell. "I believe we are done, gentlemen," I said. In an act of finality to ensure closure, I pulled the curtain around the boys, and gave them some privacy, knowing that our video cameras would record everything they did, for John and me to review later. I had my suspicions as to what the two lads might do. "It's just as well," the man declared. "I'll be needing to leave soon, for an appointment." _______________________________________________________ [Chapter 9, the current chapter, involves a completely new scene. The Kensington brothers' plight continues in a later chapter.] _______________________________________________________ Thank you, Sean, Martin, Nathan, Paul, "L," "J" and others, who wrote in and/or contributed to this story. Your email motivated me to write another chapter, and here it is. _______________________________________________________ (Chapter 9) - PUNISHMENT PLAN AND SENSUAL ENCOUNTER Harris Twins Punished: A rare occurrence _______________________________________________________ [IMPORTANT NOTE ON TEA: References to 'tea' refer to an herbal mixture, made into a pleasing brew. Shortly after drinking this 'potion' it results in rampant, frenzied, and prolonged erection, accompanied by intense sexual need. (There is also a 'super tea' that is much more potent, and has the added effect of increasing physical strength and stamina.) These teas are used to maintain a student's erection and sexual urgency during painful or humiliating punishment, and other events.] _______________________________________________________ "Gordon, what the hell was in those chocolates you gave the boys?" "Chocolates, John? Excellent blend of Dutch and Belgian chocolate, with a dose of our special herbs, added." "Jesus! No wonder they were hard, the whole time." I decided it was too late in the evening to go further. I called in Phillips, to take the Kensington brothers to the nurse, tie up loose ends, and get them beds, for the night. "They did eat up a heap of them, didn't they. Let's call it a day, John." John and I began to walk towards the staff quarters. He seemed to be quite happy. "Gordon, I'll take the job!" John exclaimed. I was thrilled to hear this. With John's intelligence, youth, excellent physique, and good looks, he would make a fine master at my school. After I trained him, John would fill a vacancy in the eighteen-year-old division. "John, that's good news! Welcome aboard! We're glad to have you," I said, as I shook his hand. Even though it was getting late, I gladly agreed to completing the paperwork at once. John had already passed the required physical and psychological testing, so there were only a few formalities to perform. The papers were signed in short order. I was more relaxed now, about John's upcoming night with Jason. "Now you can enjoy your awaited night of... pleasure-- with JASON, of all people!" I said to John, referring to Jason's desirability and physically aroused status, "assuming you can keep that boy from 'devouring' you." "Thank you Gordon. I'm really looking forward to this! Sleep well." "I don't think YOU'LL be getting much sleep, so I'll keep your schedule open, tomorrow. Good luck with Jason--and remember, when in doubt, restrain him, or he'll overpower you. It won't be his fault--it's the tea." "I'll keep him cumming, and exhausted." "Ha! Good luck, John. One caution--his anal muscles will be incredibly tight, so, don't spare the grease." On the walk to my quarters, I felt energised and excited about having John officially on my staff. In a short while, I found myself feeling envious of John's night with Jason, when I ran into Master Thomas, who told me there was a problem with the Harris twins. I smiled immediately, and Thomas with me, as any possible problem with the Harris boys was merely a good opportunity to have an interesting punishment session with these two desirable lads. I began to formulate ideas for their punishment, and recalled the boys' various characteristics. Tim and Darryl Harris were perhaps the most attractive of all the twins residing at the school, and were also the most sexually involved with each other--from a very young age. Thomas had practically adopted the sumptuous pair as his favourite students. 'Lushy,' he called them. As I envisioned it, punishment would not be the only thing on my agenda with this seductive duo. I seldom used the word 'cute' but it definitely applied to these boys. They had an innocent look about them that was arresting. These identical twins had turned 18 recently, and their looks were quite enchanting--younger-looking, basically slim; broad shoulders, narrow waists, with a flat, almost concave stomach; graceful, unexaggerated muscular toning--as opposed to the thick, bodybuilder look. They were adorned with fine, light-brown hair, dazzling brown eyes, and a hairlessness of body rivalling many pre-pubescent boys, although their pubic and underarm hair was appropriate for an eighteen-year-old. I mentally added 'shaving' to my agenda of events for these boys--as part of their training and punishment, of course. My agenda was becoming too extensive, unfortunately, and would be impossible to complete in one session--which would not be without its element of pain, for the two lads. Getting into trouble was entirely out of character for the well-behaved twins, who kept to themselves for the most part, and had a reputation for being a monogamous couple--as much as any couple could be, here, given the fact that 'forced' sexual relations among various odd combinations of students was a common requirement of certain sessions, at the school. The monogamy of the Harris boys made it doubly delightful when we trained them--having one twin watch and squirm while his brother was forced to have sexual intercourse with one of our more energetic 'tops.' Although most of the top boys who had been required to 'penetrate' the Harris lads were roughly in the eighteen to twenty-two age bracket, one sixteen-year-old student with an unusually large endowment came to mind, who seemed always to have his tongue hanging out for these two brothers, whenever it came time to select a student to be the dominant partner for one of the unwilling twins. The youngest of our top boys fortunate enough to be called upon perform stud service on a Harris boy was fourteen. These younger students took great joy in 'conquering' an older lad in this way. They were energetic tops. It was erotically amusing to see how the older lads resented being the bottom for a 'mere' 13 or 14 year-old. Not to mention the teasing the older lad endured, afterward, if the sex was 'public.' We did not overdo this compelled copulation, because we wanted to maintain the brothers' pleasure and satisfaction with each other, to a reasonable extent, (and our own entertainment as well), although I imagined Tim remained a bit loose for a day or two after such a session--a condition not appreciated by his lover and dominant brother, Darryl, who had a distinct preference for anal tightness, by all observations. Darryl, the more sensible and stable of the two, was quite protective of his brother, and had no shame in defending Timothy against any misfortune, regardless of its source. Being somewhat socially aloof, the two of them had peculiar habits and odd ways of doing things that often baffled others. That fact, however, did nothing to reduce the Harris boys' status as erotically appealing targets of affection and seduction, among the other students. When with groups of other students, however, sexually or otherwise, the Harris' were likeable, quiet, and easy-going. The twins had pert little features that gave them a sensual cuteness that was at once arresting and arousing. However, there was nothing little about their large, perfectly-shaped, circumcised penises and their perpetually tight nutsacks--tight from the twins' almost constant state of erection. Stretching their scrotums was a challenging event the lads found erotic. Perhaps the most striking feature of these twins, once seen naked, was their golden-coloured skin--more like a blonde's--and their light blonde pubic and leg hair that had a silky fineness to it. It was unusual for a boy's body hair to be lighter than the head hair, but those were the Harris brothers' alluring characteristics, in all their teenage beauty--fine examples of aroused, animated, youthful perfection. Darryl and Tim Harris had captured the hearts of most of the staff. Perhaps lust would be a more appropriate term. "Well, Thomas, this is good news. A rare treat to punish these boys! What's the offence?" "Nothing serious, Gordon. You know the Harris twins are far from rebellious, and never bother the other boys, so I give them liberties with sex--all they have to do is ask--within reasonable limits of frequency." "This time they didn't ask?" "Right, sir." A boy's sexual energy was prized for its entertainment value, as well as for sheer carnal titillation, so any unauthorised use of this precious commodity was an offence. The Harris twins had never before failed to ask permission to have sex, and this piqued my curiosity. "Thomas, I wonder what caused them to suddenly change their behaviour. Do you think Tim and Darryl have become--how shall I say it--video shy?" "No, I don't think they minded being taped in the past. Maybe they wanted to fawn over each other more, or try some wild fetish. Maybe it was a dare--I'm not sure, Gordon." "I don't believe they hang around with the 'truth or dare' crowd. It doesn't matter, I suppose. Did you tell them what the punishment would be if they were caught having sex without permission?" "No sir. I simply told them they would be punished." "Good work, Thomas!" This brought a smile to my face. Without Thomas specifying to the boys what their punishment would be, I could do anything I wanted. This gave me free license to try out some new 'toys,' as I explained to Thomas. "Thomas, remember how I tried to get various twins to perform and take their punishment--standing, facing each other with the ends of their cocks touching?" "Sure, Gordon. We tried it together, several times. Their dicks kept slipping about, and wouldn't stay together. Erection angles were too steep, the boys wiggled too much, or their cocks were too slick with precum." "Good memory, Thomas! Also, some good news! I have new toys to show you. I think they'll solve the problem. Where are Tim and Darryl, now?" "In number 3 detention room. Naked, of course. I made them drink about a gallon* of water each, before I came for you. They're both cuffed, tight to the wall, but no other devices." * gallon: almost 4 litres Thomas followed as I began to walk toward my office, where the new 'toys' were stored. "No other devices? You going soft on me, Thomas?" "Hardly sir! It's the new 'justification' rule. I don't like it. Mostly it's the fact that with no punishment specified, I felt I needed to come to you for some direction." "That's refreshing, Thomas. Next time, keep in mind that a little ball weight wouldn't hurt. So long as it doesn't make them scream, you'll be safe. Did you give them any tea?" "No, I was tempted to, but I really wanted to check with you first, Gordon." "That's fine, Thomas. I'm glad to hear you filled them up with water. Did you turn the fountain on?" "Yes, indeed. The water is flowing, noisily, right before their eyes!" Since Thomas had the boys drink lots of water, the noisy, flowing fountain would psychologically hasten and intensify their urge to urinate. In a short time the twins would be desperate to pee! "By the way, Thomas--John accepted the job as master. He's just signed all the papers." "Gordon, that's splendid! He'll make a good master--and such a stud! I wouldn't mind if I--" "Yes Thomas, I know. I can see you drooling." At this point, we reached my office and Thomas was justifiably excited about the new toys. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him shift his weight from foot to foot, anxiously, as I fiddled with the keys. Once inside the office, I switched my monitor to the camera in detention room 3, and turned up the audio. I was proud that our video and audio systems were state of the art. The new audio software could be set to bring out any sound. It was even possible to mask all other sounds and listen only to a boy's heartbeat, or feed the heartbeat to an auxiliary speaker, and hear it along with the normal room sounds. I watched the usual codes scroll up the screen and we began to hear Tim and Darryl's conversation. From the cryptic-looking codes, I recognised the name of the room, and some of the numbers, like the date and time--but the rest was Greek, to me, except I knew what XXONIX was. I had to admit that stuff fascinated me, so I ignored the option to suppress display of the technical settings. Darryl and Tim appeared tense, and there was fear in their voices as they spoke to each other in the unique language of twins. In spite of their trepidation, their penises were in similar states of near-erection. Compeller v. 4.61 for XXONIX (c) 2001 BELLRON SYSTEMS INC AND XXONIX INC [show_settings:1] [flat+4db_(-6db@0_70Hz):amb] [cut_(-22db@9KHz+):rel:000C] [aux_(none_a:0000:0000:0000] [init:_0000:0000:0000:0000] [init:def1@042201-21:19:54] [sign:full@042201-21:19:54] [audio_feed_cpe-detent-rm3] "God, Darryl! Cuffed, tight to the wall!! This is a bad sign. I TOLD you we shouldn't be making love without asking. They'll voom us, for sure!" "No, Tim. Come on! No way! Don't worry so much, man. What can they do to us over a simple fuck? Nothin THAT bad!" "Simple fuck? I thought you were making LOVE to me! I didn't know you thought of me... that way, Darryl. I, I--" "Come on, Timmy, I'm sorry. Don't wimp out on me bro, not now. I didn't mean it that way--I was just talkin fast, bro! You know that. You know I always make love to you. Don't worry about what they're gonna do to us, bro. Hey, your COCK doesn't look too worried, Timmy." Darryl apparently had not lost his silver tongue, in persuading and distracting his brother. "YOURS either, Darryl," Tim said, with a nervous smile. "I don't know, D, I still think we're gonna get voomed, and good." "A little whipping maybe, is all, I'll BET ya, T. Relax, bro." "Thomas, what the hell's 'VOOM?!'" "I have no idea, sir." "Maybe they don't know the cameras are on. Crazy kids! They're lucky they're so damn cute." "Does that mean you'll go easy on them, this time?" "Shit, Thomas! I'll see to it the punishment fits the crime. They're cute as hell, I'm aware of their record of good behaviour--I suppose you could say that means, 'easy.'" "I see," Thomas said with a gratified smile. "Not THAT easy, Thomas! Don't be expecting Mother Teresa, or something." It didn't matter what 'voom' meant, I supposed. I was content, watching them. Entranced, actually--and the clarity on the new monitors was stunning. "SO identical! Beautiful cocks--damn near HARD. Cute little horny guys, aren't they?" "Hardly little, Gordon. Five-nine, 150*--slim, but nice builds, and big dicks." * height: 175 cm weight: 68 Kg "I guess all the boys seem little, to me. How old would you say these lads look, Thomas?" "I'd say, around sixteen, Gordon." "And I'd agree. Although you don't see many sixteen- year-olds with chests like THAT." "Shit, I hate the whip, Darryl!" "Timmy, it's not that bad if you put your mind to it. It's like they say--" "You're just better at that, than I am." We found the twins' conversation immensely entertaining. It was not without its erotic effect. "These two have always been a little... soft, Gordon. Not Darryl, so much, but Tim, in particular. Still, they're good boys, and they've trained well." I noted a blush in Thomas' face as he said that. I'd suspected Thomas had a soft spot in his heart for the Harris twins--similar to my feelings for Jason. "Well, we'll toughen them up a bit, tonight, Thomas." "I'm sure, Gordon." "Timmy, it might not even BE the whip! I just SAID that--picked that outta thin air." "Why don't they just come for us, and get it over with?" "Come on, Timmy! They're not gonna kill us--and we won't be waiting here, forever." "I gotta PEE, really BAD, Darryl!" "Timmy! GOD no! Don't do THAT!! If they see a puddle on the floor, they WILL be rough on us, THEN! Come on bro, you can hold it! Hold it, baby, PLEASE!!" "I'm not good at that." "Quit sayin that, bro!" I had to chuckle, a bit. I wasn't surprised that Tim seemed agitated--that seemed to be his normal state. But I found it surprising to see Darryl, the strong one, somewhat disconcerted, although he seemed more anxious about his brother spilling the contents of his bladder than anything else. The pair had never been told what punishment they would receive, but, know it or not, they were in serious trouble. Of course, the unknown had a way of distressing the boys. Still, there was something odd about the tone of the twins' conversation, and I couldn't put my finger on it. Timothy tensed and trembled more and more, obviously trying to hold his piss, and Darryl stared at his brother's penis in a state of torment, as if he expected it to explode, at any moment. We would soon have our fun with them, however. "It would be merciful to just end their misery," I said, quietly, "Bend them over, and birch them right there, in the detention room." "Yes, but not much fun, Gordon." Thomas and I laughed. "Right. I wasn't serious! Besides, I want to work on their cocks. Balls too. A real cock and ball session. Of course, a caning or a strapping too." I was being uncharacteristically crude, and it seemed to trouble Thomas. I was convinced he loved the Harris boys, and we both knew their cocks were extremely sensitive to pain--much more so than our average student. "Their COCKS, sir?" Thomas said, nervously--his face doing the equivalent of wringing one's hands. "They'll survive, Thomas. I'm not going to SHRED them! I do want them to come, you know, and be ready for tomorrow." "Gordon, their balls--not the crusher, I hope." "Relax, Thomas. No, not the crusher. Besides, they're pretty good with ball pain, as I remember." I managed to tear my eyes away from the screen, and reach into my lower desk drawer for a small carton. "Here are the toys," I said, as I pulled some of them out of the box. "That's the oddest looking collection, Gordon. You're not going to hurt them with that, are you?" "Hurt them, Thomas? You ARE going soft. Yes, I'll hurt them. Don't worry, they'll be over it, by morning, except for the marks." There was a grim range of pain that could be inflicted--and still have the twins, 'over it by morning, except for the marks.' Sex, however, was seldom absent from the menu, wherever these two charming boys were concerned. I handed Thomas one of the toys. "Gordon, it looks like a 'Gates of Hell.'* Nice, round rings--but it's way too long, to be one of those." "Quite correct, Thomas. Notice, the rings are spaced and held together with small, solid metal rods, instead of the usual short, leather straps. It forms a long, sort of cage. But you see the whole thing will flex, slightly. It's long enough for two erections!" * 'Gates of Hell' - A series of nearly circular, metal rings, similar to cock rings, slipped over the erect penis--spaced about one-half inch (1 cm) apart--and fitting tightly. One purpose is to allow partial pleasure to the organ--enough to permit extreme arousal in the subject--but purportedly delaying or preventing orgasm. The device can be used for other purposes. "I think I get it." "Yes, Thomas. Picture the twins, standing, facing each other. Put Tim's penis into the thing from one end--Darryl's goes in the other end." "Sure! And it holds their dicks, firmly, tip-to-tip, just as you wanted." "Precisely, Thomas." I had a superb erection, just thinking about using this on Darryl and Tim--and noticed quite a bulge in Thomas' trousers. I still hadn't said what I was actually going to do with the thing, nor was I inclined to reveal my secret. Thomas dug into the box of toys and found a rubber piece--concave at both ends--that was sized and shaped quite like two, very shallow shot-glasses, glued, base-to-base. "What could this be, Gordon?" Of course, I had previously studied these toys. "Ah! A very specialised little gasket. For one thing, the shallow 'cup ends' of the gasket will hold the two cockheads, more precisely aligned--'tip-to-tip,' as you say." "It does other things?" "Yes..... that will be a surprise, for later. But I may as well warn you NOW in case you use this toy on your own--The gasket must be used on TWINS, only! Just a precaution, but it's the way I want it done." "That's even MORE curious, Gordon." "You'll see!" I was perplexing Thomas, and teasing the hell out of him with the surprise bit--and enjoying every moment of it. I pulled out a second penis cage, looking roughly like the first, only a good deal shorter, and about twice the diameter--but this device's rings were markedly oval-shaped. "Let me guess Gordon--two cocks, facing each other, but, when slipped inside the thing, they end up side-by-side, instead of tip-to-tip?" "Right, again, Thomas. The oval shape keeps either penis from changing position." "I'd love to see two boys humping that contraption, with their lubed dicks confined and sliding against each other." "Even better if one of them is in an upside-down frame, so the undersides of their organs can rub, one against the other." "That's a fantastic idea!" "But, my dear Thomas, that is NOT how I intend to use this on poor little Timmy and Darryl!" "I had a feeling you were going to say that, sir." "Well, let's go untie the lads, and have some fun with them." Thomas and I began the long walk to the suite of detention rooms. Thomas looked somewhat troubled--not surprising, in view of his attachment to the Harris boys and the potential for ghastly punishment. Thomas was the most senior of the masters, and a fine gentleman. I had trained him, myself, and he respected the old ways that had been handed down to me by my own masters, years ago. Thomas could be relied upon to exercise excellent judgement, in almost any situation. He was the first master hired to work at the school, and we worked well, together. We had become close friends, and made a good team. "By the way, Thomas, did you manage to catch the two scamps before they reached orgasm?" "I did--I found them in the old cloak room, by the way. I stopped them before either of them were able to release their fluids. It was a close call, as I arrived none too soon to stop master Darryl." An outsider, hearing this last remark, might have been confused. In this case, 'master' was an affectionate term for, 'boy.' "Excellent. Excellent!" "Darryl was, shall I say, 'slamming himself' into Tim, rather energetically I might add, and I managed to stop him just on the brink of orgasm--by the looks and sounds of things. The boy screamed when I wrenched him off his brother, and he begged me to let him cum. I watched from the side when I pulled him away from Timothy, and got a good look at his nice erection, as it slipped out of his brother's body. Darryl's angered look of sheer shock and utter frustration were quite lovely. I must say, I enjoyed his pitiful whining." "Incredible, Thomas. Even your presence--catching them in the very act--did not dissuade Darryl from pursuing his sexual needs, eh? That's very arousing. Poor boy should be climbing the walls, by now. I can't wait to get some tea in the two of them," I said, smiling mischievously. "How long since either of them has climaxed?" "Five days. I checked, Gordon." "Not bad. Is that CERTIFIED, Thomas?" "Certified, indeed, Gordon. With the new program, we've had no absences of monitor personnel for quite some time, now. And since the last fiasco, we've had continuous double coverage in all toilets and showers. Plus, added video surveillance, of course. The new standby personnel made it all work, as planned. "We have full, daily reports, now, on each boy's night's sleep. The bigger screens were the saving grace for that enterprise--we could view more rooms at once. If it looked as if a boy were going to so much as TOUCH his dick, the monitor went right to his bedside and looked in on him. Some lads were even awakened, and placed in detention. The more suspicious cases were taken to the nurse, for observation and testing." All areas of the building were well populated with video cameras, including dormitories, and, in the case of the senior students, their so-called private bedrooms. "And the Harris boys had no idea about the increased monitoring or the new cameras? They just went to a room and fucked?" "I think that's true, Gordon. Of course they're more isolated, now, with their own bedroom, and they're not exactly on the main stem of the grapevine, to begin with, as you know." "Right. At least they had sense enough not to try it in their own room!" The twins had just reached the age of eighteen, which meant they had recently moved from a dormitory, to a private bedroom. This removed them from the daily chatter of dormitory living. I was pleased with the good news about our added monitors and cameras. The success of these meant decreased masturbation and hornier students. Since we keep a record of each orgasm of every student, we are able to review those records in order to estimate the urgency of a boy's sexual appetite, at any given time. There was great entertainment value in a boy maintaining his erection and being desperate to cum, and it was just more fun if he didn't need the tea to keep him going. This point was lost on many masters, who simply viewed the regulation as another tool to create an offence for which they could punish a student. Unauthorised sexual engagement between two students was a more serious offence. Under our current rules, the Harris boys could face days of gruelling punishment. "Thomas, the twins seemed unaware of the seriousness of their offence." "Timothy seems quite unable to... remain concerned about those sorts of things, Gordon. Darryl, on the other hand, is quite aware of the gravity of the situation." "I understand, Thomas. I have the impression Tim is a bit 'scattered,' isn't he?" "You might say it that way, yes, Gordon. Nothing more than lust and youthful distraction, I assure you." "I trust you've had Tim tested, thoroughly?" "Both of them, actually. Full batteries--'A' and 'B.' The shrink says, 'attention deficit'--I say Tim's brain is too well connected to his prick--not that I mind, Gordon." "Ha! Good one, Thomas. No more so than Darryl, by the looks of things--though Darryl seems to be a bit more sensible. Poor lad's the manly one, but he hovers over Timothy like a mother hen." Thomas simply chuckled. It was amusing to observe and speculate on the dynamics between the twins, and this made the time pass more quickly, as we made our way through the maze of hallways. Thomas and I took our time, walking to the detention rooms. "That Crane fellow isn't one of your monitors, anymore, is he, Thomas?" "No sir, he was properly punished and demoted. It was while you were on holiday." "Cocky little fellow. He was too young to be a monitor, anyway. So what did you demote him to--scullery maid?" "Not exactly. Actually, he hasn't been re-assigned yet. He's still being 'punished,' Gordon, you might say." I sensed something a little 'non-standard' was going on, by the way Thomas was expressing himself. "All right, Thomas--let's hear it." "At first, we gave Crane most of the usual punishments. The gauntlet marked him up, pretty well; then a body whipping." "Whipping? No ball crushing?" "No. You'll see why, when I--" "So where is 'cocky Crane' now?" "On his knees, Gordon--bound hand and foot--in the 13 year-old's dormitory, and complaining every moment." "Don't tell me--with his mouth propped open!" "Yes. And the little ones HAVE been drinking excessive amounts of water, these past few days." "All right, Thomas, so he's been getting a lot to drink, lately. That doesn't sound so bad." "Crane hates it, of course, but there's more." "I had a feeling." "I put one of those new 'greased chain' things on Crane's balls--and added a few pulleys. A handle on the other end of the chain, of course," Thomas said, with a mischievous grin, matching my own. "The boys say they pull on it whenever they are frustrated about something. Good therapy, they claim." "I'm sure our little, innocent teenie-boys are having fun with that!" I said, sarcastically. "They ought to be the least frustrated bunch in the building, by now." "Oh yes. Crane swears they're pulling his balls off, with that chain. The screams HAVE been horrendous." "Leave it to the 13 year-olds. Cruel little bastards, aren't they?" "Amen, Gordon." "I'll let it pass, this time, Thomas. I realise Crane was a new, young trainee, and gave you trouble, but in the future, no more subjecting staff to this kind of thing--not even trainees. Let the victims of that sort of prank be restricted to fellow students. We need to take some action, now, to maintain respect for staff." "My apologies, sir." The thirteen-year-old boys were well known for being intensely effective at disciplining the more senior lads, when called upon to do so. But now, we had a notorious example--authorised or not--of students abusing staff, that we needed to erase. "We have no choice, now, but to discharge Mr. Crane--not that it's any great loss. See to it, Thomas." "Yes, Gordon." "And I want NO repercussions from this to fall upon the little ones, who did what they did in all innocence, so to speak. Although, we might furtively single out one or two of them for a little caning--maybe a strapping or two." "One or two of them? O'Malley, Rogers, and Forniky. I'll bet a week's pay that's who you're thinking of, Gordon," Thomas said, with a confident grin. "You know me too well, Thomas." Of course, Thomas' list of boys that I had in mind was spot on, in its perfect accuracy--although I always thought of that troublesome trio of pre-puberty as, "Heckel, Jekyll and Hyde," which were the cherished nicknames the three impish youngsters acquired soon after arriving at the school. The swift acquisition of nicknames usually meant that the recipients of those labels were especially fascinating, for one reason or another. "You have excellent taste, Gordon. The shower monitors say they're as beautiful and mischievous as ever." At that moment, the detention rooms were in sight. "Tell Debbins to keep a sharp eye on our little triple threat to humanity, and see if he can't trump up some charges against them, so I can have my fun with the little darlings without simply dragging them out of the dormitory on unspecified allegations." "Will do. Good idea, Gordon. I know you like to line them up and cane them, especially in your office." Although he had an eye for a beautiful boy of almost any age, Thomas had no taste for the younger set, but was amused by my antics with them. I was rather partial to the one edge of my desk--darkened as it was from the sweat of so many boys who bent over it for a good set of six to twelve of the most astounding strokes of the cane. More, in some cases. "Ah, Darryl and Timothy," I said to the thin air in the hallway, "I do hope you're in good voice tonight." "In good voice! That's funny Gordon." A boy's voice was inherently sexual, to me. If precisely the right techniques were used, one could elicit the most arousing sounds from these lads. I was becoming quite adept at causing a boy to produce the full range of his vocalisations--from the highest squeals to the lowest, guttural moans. The Harris twins were among the gentlest, but strongest boys in the 18 and under age group. They had criticism for no one, and did no tattling that I had ever known of. For this reason, I was not self-conscious about the obvious wet spot I had produced. I was convinced these boys would not go around telling stories. Normally, masters wore special leather briefs when in the presence of students--briefs that did not show wet spots, and did not allow the erection to be easily detected. "Well, here we are--Detention Room 3! You did lock it, Thomas?" I asked, redundantly, as I tried the latch. "Yes, of course." I fumbled with my keys, once again, while Thomas looked in on the twins through the one-way mirror. There was also a video monitor, and I threw the switch to power it on. "Fully erect, Gordon--BOTH of them! Nice erections, if I do say so myself." "Oh. Turned up the heat in there, before you left them, did you, Thomas?" "Yes. The cold is notorious for spoiling erections." "I wouldn't count on that with those two--they could be hard in an ice bath. Before we go in, I want to tell you privately to go make some booster tea--a double dose for each of them. I want them hard, all night. Don't bring out the tea until I call for it." "All night?" "Not getting sleepy, Thomas, are you? We won't WORK on them all night. I just want them to be very 'hungry' for a while." Finally, I stepped in and got a live view of the Harris twins. It had been several months since I had actually been with them. Their pretty faces and slim, smooth bodies were breathtaking. The two of them were fastened to the wall with numerous ropes and metal restraints at many points along their bodies--with their arms outstretched. "Well, Timothy and Darryl!" I said with exaggerated cordiality. "How are the two lovebirds doing, this evening?" The twins' faces become instantly ashen. They expected someone to come and punish them, but my presence usually spelled trouble, as it normally signalled that the offence was grave and that the punishment would be more severe. The undisguised look of sheer terror on their faces was both charming and arousing. "Hello, Master Gordon," Darryl said. "Hello, Master Gordon." Tim's greeting was hasty and agitated. "Sir, I have to PEE, really bad!" blurted the nervous boy, almost oblivious to the gravity of the situation, and the thin ice upon which he was standing. In response, I smiled and asked, "Which one are you?"--as if his personality hadn't told me! "Tim--I mean, Timothy, sir," he said--having almost forgotten my preference for the students' use of their full first names. Masters were free to use diminutives, or whatever nicknames they chose. "I'm glad you told me of your need, Timothy, although I don't know HOW you're going to relieve yourself with that erection, boy!" I went immediately to the tool closet, to retrieve a small tray of clamps and restraints. I put the tray down, nonchalantly, on the table behind me and looked directly into Tim's eyes. "Well, Timothy, let's take care of your need." This announcement produced a smile and sigh of relief from the shaken lad. "Thank you sir!" 'Foolish boy!' I thought. I turned to the tray, and pulled out a strong penis clamp, that I quickly installed in the centre of Tim's rather hard shaft. The pressure of the clamp dented the penis, significantly. "There! That should help you." Tim's gasp and crestfallen expression were priceless. He began to tremble. "Ow! Oh sir! It hurts! PLEASE. I'm going to bust!!" Darryl turned to Tim with a stern, admonishing look. "In that case, let me examine you, Tim, and I'll be able to tell if you are going to burst, or not." "Ahh!" Tim shouted--knowing full well this type of 'examination' was painful. There was nothing else he could say. The lad clenched his teeth in preparation for what was coming next. But instead of starting the 'examination' immediately, I would use delaying tactics, now--to frazzle Tim's already raw nerves. "Oh, Sir!" Tim screeched--but I ignored the outburst. Tim expected me to press on his abdomen. Instead, I approached the twins gracefully, and gently grasped the tips of their erect penises. I had some questions ready, and the boys knew better than to answer with anything less than complete honesty. "So hot!" I said, referring to the warmth of the dual, sensual knobs of flesh each of my hands now contained. The fingers of each hand did a delicate dance upon this most sensitive part of a boy's anatomy. "And slick with precum, too!" I said pleasantly. Of course, I was disarming them. There were two small puddles of their natural lubricant on the floor--between each of the twins' legs. I was impressed. "So much precum, boys! Thinking of our brother, are we?" I said to both of them. The twins hung their heads, somewhat sheepishly. Despite the heat in the room, I could see their identical bodies shivering--trembling, apprehensively. "Yes sir," was the subdued, simultaneous response. I had hoped Thomas would be done with the tea, and back in the room by now. That not being the case, I called to him. I looked directly at Tim. "You're not ashamed of lusting after your brother, are you, Timothy?" I was phrasing my question, deliberately, for maximum discomfort. The self-conscious blush of this charming lad was, actually, sufficient answer. "No sir," Tim replied, with a surprising degree of firmness in his voice. I directed my gaze at the other twin. "And you, Darryl, are you ashamed of wanting to gratify yourself with your brother?" "No, sir," Darryl said quietly, with the radiating blush in his face signalling his uneasiness. Red-faced twins were particularly satisfying. "He gratifies ME too, sir!" said Timothy, speaking out of turn with his distinctive impetuosity. This caused the calmer twin to cast a sterner, reproachful glance at his brother. "Timothy, it's nice to see how you care for Darryl, but I am well aware that your brother sucks you off, boy. That reminds me, it has been a while since Jason or Gregory pounded your brother's butt." I put particular emphasis on the word, 'butt.' Darryl's frustrated exhalation at his brother's lack of restraint spoke volumes. I thought I had it figured out that Darryl protected Tim. Now, with Tim's protest, it was the other way around. Maybe these two were a bit daft, after all. "And you Darryl! You care for your brother, Timothy, don't you?" "Yes." I was having too much fun, embarrassing Darryl, so I was willing to let go of protocol, for the night. My comment about the recent lack of activity in his rear end shaken the lad. I went on. "You LOVE him, don't you, Darryl?" "Yes, sir." "Tell him you love him, Darryl." "Timmy, I love you." The apples in Darryl's cheeks were now aflame. "You, Timothy--do you LOVE your brother?" "Yes, sir." "Tell him, Timothy." "Darryl, I love you SO MUCH!" blurted Tim, loudly. Darryl exhaled another disturbed breath--this obviously arising from the current example of his twin's impulsiveness. The poor lad was simply not having a good night. "Darryl, how much do you love Timothy? You didn't say," I asked in mock innocence, knowing this would set the more serene boy's teeth on edge. "I love you very much, too, Timmy." "Darryl, do you love Timothy enough to suck his cock, publicly, in front of the whole school?" "Yes, sir." "Do you love him enough to let him FUCK you with the assembled student body, watching?" Darryl's blush was extraordinary. Darryl was reputed to be a top, only. Sucking his brother's penis--a pleasurable act by any standard--was one thing, but to be fucked by Timothy, publicly, would be humiliating, to say the least, for Darryl. He paused. Conjecturing on what he was thinking, I mused that Darryl may have thought I would call a student assembly at once, drag him and his brother to the auditorium, and have them carry out my proposal. The lad gulped. "Yes, sir," Darryl said, in lower, softer tones. Of course, he would not dare reply in the negative. "Darryl, do you love him enough to take his punishment, for him?" "Yes, sir." "Do you love Timothy enough to take a severe whipping for him, if it would save him from getting a whipping of his own?" "Yes sir!" I let the subject drop, while I admired the twin, blushing boys, and let my hands go to Tim's abdomen. I pressed sharply into the smooth-skinned, ribbed belly of the anxious boy at a crucial point. My 'examination' had begun. "AHHH! Oh God... OH GOD!" shouted Timothy. I continued this excruciating process, squeezing the poor lad's bladder, unmercifully, and was treated to a full litany of haunting, sensual, screams of anguish that only a teenaged boy can produce. Also distressed was Darryl, who winced as his brother shouted, in pain. Darryl's teeth gritted as I went on, in protective empathy which added to the appeal of the scene. "I'm envious, Timothy!" I said, unconvincingly. "The pain must have been exquisite. It WAS, wasn't it?" "Y-yes sir," Tim said, huffing and stammering--obviously believing that 'exquisite' was hardly the word for what he had just experienced. "You DO seem to have a full bladder, Timothy, but it's far from bursting, so you can stop fretting about it, boy!" It was time to move the boys to a punishment room, and proceed. "Master Thomas, give these lads something refreshing to drink--they'll need it. Give me ten minutes, then meet me in Punishment Room X. After I leave this room, give them their drink. Then strap their ribs. Twelve strokes on the right side, twelve on the left, for each of them--and put some real power behind the strap. That's 48 strokes, total. Alternate from one boy to the other with each stroke. Makes for livelier audio." This proclamation caused Thomas to flinch, visibly. Just hearing the name, "Room X," was a very, very bad omen. "Put the two of them in prisoner chains for the walk over there, Thomas. If you need more time, take it." Thomas was stunned. Both boys gasped, at this. They exchanged horrified glances, and I could see the lads' knees give out, in dread of what I had just declared--so it was fortunate that our victims were still bound to the wall. It was also a convenience for Thomas, since the boys could conveniently remain as they were, for their strapping. I left the room. Room X was, symbolically, on a par with the Maximum Punishment Room, in the minds of our students, and was equipped with many pain-producing tools and devices of 'Inquisitional' severity. Of course, choosing Room X for the Harris twins was merely designed to intensify their dread, as I had no intention of subjecting these seductive boys to anything too barbarous. What I had in mind would, however, be torture enough--and delightfully sexual. The strapping I had just prescribed for the twins, while viciously painful, was only a warm-up, and they knew it. Prisoner chains were very thick and dreadfully heavy. The chains were another item designed to strike fear in our boys' hearts, as they symbolised a severe offence and heralded transport to a scene of horror. Besides securing and encumbering the boys, the custom-built chains would also serve to give Thomas some amusement on the way to 'Room X,'--not only because the chains were quite heavy and would cause the twins much added exertion--but because there were two short lengths of chain that ran from each leg iron to the scrotum. These chains would necessitate their walking in a squatting position, and there was no way to prevent each of their steps from tugging on their balls--not to mention the longer chains swinging and slapping their testicles repeatedly, as they walked. Our special, herbal tea was, of course, a lad's best friend in difficult circumstances, and would maintain the twin's erections during the proceedings. This would be needed to overcome the fear and pain that otherwise could deflate a boy's eager, rock-like penis. By now, the twins would be feeling the effects of this rapidly assimilated tea, and would soon be enjoying enhanced versions of their usual erections, and great sexual hunger--an overwhelming and irrepressible need for release. The Harris boys were known for having erections, in the first place, and that made the prospect of this activity especially titillating to me. Simply undressing the Harris boys and exposing their genitals to the air stimulated their organs to hardness, especially in the presence of each other! They were true lovers--and, by far, our 'horniest' twins. >From the hallway, I called ahead to master Blair, who would make sure my chosen room was well prepared--complete with lighted, kerosene-style torches and three other masters present--in leather garb--to intimidate our twin lovers. I told Blair that Thomas was with me, and I was about to end the conversation, when I thought of some instructions at the last moment. Even with the tea, the painful strapping they were about to receive would not dampen their sexual desire, for long. "Blair, one more thing. Get Troy to go with you, and tell him to bring four, fresh video tapes for the Room X cameras. Tell him to use the good ones, from the cabinet outside my office--and have him test the cameras while he's at it." Troy was a 21 year-old student at the school. He was our official electronics expert, and held the position of Electronics Systems Specialist. As with most other senior students who held official posts at the school, I had given him special rights and privileges. Troy was sworn to secrecy about the knowledge he had of our security systems and other secrets--secrets he was bound to keep, by contract and by threat of castration, or worse. Troy's high achievement and job status were of such a level that many masters conversed with him as an equal. I had to keep reminding them that he was not to be treated as a master. "Blair--remember, Troy has a high post here, but he's still a student. I want to make it clear that there are to be NO privileged conversations or shenanigans, in his presence. Tell him he must speak to ME if he has any questions. If that means delaying things, so be it. And NO SEX--we have work to do!" Troy wasn't the best-looking boy in his age group, but he had a quiet innocence about him that was disarmingly seductive. Troy was a true charmer. His lanky physique, mild manner and quick, flashy smile effectively attracted a large pool of willing partners from almost every segment of school society. Although Troy had a conspicuous taste for caning and penetrating thirteen and fourteen-year-old bottoms, which endeared him to me, his unsurpassed versatility in all types of scenes made him a very popular boy. Troy seemed to have techniques for attracting students of all ages. While desired as a top and bottom partner by many older boys, Troy was one of the few senior lads who would willingly sub for the younger students, and run through the junior dormitory's 'Tunnel of Rods,' from time to time--a rather painful exercise. He also engaged himself sexually, as a top or bottom, with the smaller boys--cavorting with them with pre-pubescent energy. I supposed his testosterone level was well above normal. "Yes, Gordon. No problem, I'll call Troy right away. Is it all right if I don't stay for the scene? I have a monstrous day tomorrow." "That's fine, Blair. We'll miss you. Make sure the other three wear their full leathers. I would prefer Michaels, Debbins, and Jenkins. Good luck, tomorrow." I hung up the phone and thought about the Harris boys. At that moment, I heard the shrill sound of their first screams. Ah! 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Date: Wed, 27 Nov 2002 20:03:34 -0600 From: Ralph x Subject: JJ Chapter 20 Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read materials of this kind where you live then please stop now. This story contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys and men. The acts are consensual and are a result of their love or lust for one another. Chapter 20 Friday morning came all to quickly and we overslept. No time this morning for anything but to get ready for school, and in the master's case, work. Tonight was the last football game of the year, unless that is, if we won. In that case, it would be off to the state championship in the capitol. Little chance of that happening, because everyone was surprised that we had come this far in the playoffs. I wonder how the twins were going to handle this. Every other Friday night, after the game, was their night to fuck some girl silly? Would tonight be different? Would they be just as happy fucking each other, or would they still want a girl's pussy to fuck. Us three boys were all walking around with our hard cocks sticking out in front of us wanting to get off. Even the master was beginning to get hard watching us as we got ready for school. Jacob was in the shower. Jon was standing at the sink, with his hard cock resting on top of it. I was trying the impossible; to piss with a hard cock. I gave up, and instead, moved behind Jon, and started to dry hump his naked ass. Just as he leaned over and spread his cheeks, who should walk in but the master. He slapped my ass so hard it was going to hurt for the next week. I immediately lost my hard on, only to witness the master also slap Jon's naked ass, which was still sticking up in the air. Master was really pissed. "When the hell are you boys going to learn to listen? I told you no sex, and I mean it", he said. "Do I have to get the whip out?" We assured him that we were only goofing around, and that no sex was involved, and I said that I was only teasing Jon. I wasn't going to fuck him or nothing. It was just that he was blocking the sink, and I wanted to brush my teeth. He seemed to believe my lies, and left us alone in the bathroom to finish our morning chores. Jacob started to laugh at us behind the shower door, saying he witnessed the whole thing, and the two of us were just lying cocksuckers. That's what started the water fight. Jon filled a glass of cold water and dumped it on Jacob's head in the hot shower. Jacob screamed, as the cold water hit his hot, wet skin. He switched the faucet to 'cold', and turned the nozzle of the shower to try and soak us. The master stormed into the bathroom, telling us to knock the shit off, and get ready for school, or else. Riding on the bus that day to school, Kevin was sitting next to me. Josh was sitting with the twins, behind us. Kevin and Josh kept asking what our Uncle had to say about their "dates" for Saturday night. Did he set them up with anyone? How much money are they going to make for the evening? They asked me how much I made with the man last night. Kevin seemed impressed with the fifty dollars, but Josh didn't. He thought that I should have made a lot more. The talk turned to the big game this evening and what to do after the game.Did the twins have dates with any girls that they were going to fuck that night? Both of them just looked at each other, and said that girls were no longer needed to get laid. They had each other and us guys. Besides, no girl gave a blowjob like any of us; we were the best. Coming home that afternoon on the bus, Kevin and I agreed to meet at the game that night, and maybe spend the night together. He was sure he could, because once again his mother was out of town. I wasn't sure what my master's plans were, but I did tell Kevin that I would ask if he could spend the night. Arriving home, the master was in the shower after work. Being the horny boy I was, and not having cum yet that day, I thought I should join him in the shower. Stripping off my clothes, and giving my cock a couple of pulls to make it hard, I stepped into the shower with my cock sticking straight out. Imagine my surprise, and the guy's surprise, when he wasn't my master. I let out a scream, but didn't move, as I looked at his semi-hard cock. It was HUGE! I didn't want to move, but I didn't know who this stranger was, taking a shower in my bathroom. The master came into the bathroom, and said," I see you have met my friend, John. Why don't you give him a proper welcome, and suck his cock?" Listening to my master, I dropped to my knees. As the water streamed down my back, I wanted this man's huge cock in my mouth, and hopefully, up my ass. His cock was much bigger than those two guys on the football team, Jason and Robert. This man's cock was not only long; my guess was it was at least 10 inches, but it was very thick, with a drop of his pre-cum on his cock head, which of course, I licked off. He was very hairy all over, except for the patch between his balls and ass, which he must have shaved. He looked down at me, and smiled, telling me to get to work on his cock. I opened my mouth, taking just the cock head in, teasing it with my tongue. He let out a moan, saying that Bill was right, and that I was a great cocksucker. He began pumping more and more of his cock into my mouth. I didn't know whether I could take the whole thing or not. I stretched my mouth as wide as I could, with still more of his cock left to enter my mouth. He seemed to be taking it slow with me, knowing that most people would have a very hard time taking all of his cock into their mouths. He was beginning to slowly pump more and more of his fat, hard cock into my mouth. I could feel his it hitting the back of my throat. His hands grabbed my head and bent it at such an angle, that now his cock was sliding right down my throat. The first time his cock was all the way down, my nose was buried in the hair around his cock. He just let his cock sit there for a few seconds, enjoying the feeling of my throat muscle working, trying to force it out. "Boy, your mouth is good", he said, as once again, his hips started pumping his cock almost all the way out, and then all the way in. With my nose breathing his cock hair, he said, "Boy, I don't know if I should shoot my load in your mouth, or turn you around and stick my cock up your ass". On his out-stroke, I would start to work on his cock head and piss slit with my tongue. He would hold his cock in place, while my tongue did its magic, before driving that hard cock deep again. My hands were exploring his hairy ass, rubbing his cheeks, and working their way towards his manhole. If he were like my master, he would like for me to play with his hole. As my fingers found his hole, and slowly entered him, he cried out loud in pleasure, pushing his ass onto my finger, driving it deep into his ass. I could feel his already huge cock swell even more, and the speed with which he was fucking my mouth increase. Getting more and more brave, I put together all three of my fingers, and started to fuck his ass with them, "That's it boy, fuck my ass", he cried. I didn't realize it, but the whole time, the master was taking pictures of me sucking his friend's huge cock. When he heard his friend John wanting me to fuck his ass, he joined us in the shower. Coming behind John, he grabbed his chest, playing with his nipples. His cock was getting harder by the second, and I knew that his cock was going to end up in his friend's ass. The master grabbed some soap to lather up his hard cock, telling me to spread John's ass cheeks wide, so he could slip his cock into that manhole. The minute the master's cock drove into John, John drove his cock deep into my throat, releasing load, after load, of his hot cum, right into my stomach. I tried to pull back a little, so I could get a good taste of his cum, but hem held my head tight, as his cock just shot another load of cum. Every time the master's cock drove deep into him, John would shoot yet another load. He must have shot at least 6 or 7 times, yet his cock didn't even soften a little. He did release my head, giving me a chance to pull back a little, to see if I could get a taste of his sweet nectar. I wasn't disappointed in the taste; his, like others I had tasted, was a little salty, yet sweet. It seems that all cum tasted about the same, with just a hint of a difference. He was telling the master to fuck his ass hard, and that he liked having a cock up his ass. The two of them were both moaning and crying out as the master kept pumping his hard cock deep into his manhole. The master pinched John's nipples hard, as he began unloading his hot cum deep into his ass. The master was not gentle and loving with John, as he was with the twins or me.Maybe the first fuck he gave Jacob, the other night, was hard, but this was so different. He was rough, and unloving with John, just wanting to fuck his ass. I was the only one so far who hadn't cum, and I was pumping my hard cock with my hand, wanting some relief. I hadn't cum since last night, and needed to shoot my load soon. The master saw me jacking off, and asked John if he didn't want to suck my cock. John pulled me up by my arms, as he now dropped to his knees, taking my hairless, hard cock, all the way into his mouth. All it took for me was a couple of hard pumps into his warm mouth, for me to reward him with 4 loads of my boy cum. He just kept on sucking my cock, as I shot my loads into his mouth. John liked sucking my cock, and didn't seem to want to let go, even after I had cum in his mouth. "Boy, I still want to fuck your ass. Maybe later, ok", John asked me, Looking at my master as if to ask permission. The master told him that we'd see about that, later. I wasn't committing one way or the other, since I was a little bit afraid, after watching the master fuck his ass so hard; John might do the same to me. Later, when the master and I were alone, I told him that his friend could fuck my ass, but I expressed concern about how rough he would be. The master assured me that John would be kind and gentle just like when I was sucking his huge cock. We all went out for pizza after getting dressed, and I got to know John a lot better. It seemed that John and the master had known each other for years, and were kind of lovers with an open relationship. The master told me that he lived a few towns over, and that they usually only got together on weekends. He said that John was going to spend the weekend with us, and we should listen to him just like we did when the master spoke. I thought this would be a good time to ask him if Kevin and Josh could spend the night with us. Being he was the master, by now I knew he wouldn't commit yet, but would make me wait till later for his answer. I could see in his eyes that the answer was going to be yes. For the most part, I just sat and enjoyed my pizza, as the two of them talked. He told John about us being his little slave boys, and about our dates. This brought a smile to John's face, and then they started talking about the past and how they met at a party like we were going to the next evening. The master told him about the twins, and what a great show they were going to put on. In fact, he thought that later tonight, they should put a show on for us, and we could all give them pointers about what to do to turn the audience on. We met up with Kevin just inside the gate before the big game. I couldn't believe the crowd that this game had attracted. Sure, it was the last playoff game before the State Championship, but still we were expected to lose to a much larger school from another part of the state. When I got Kevin alone, I was telling him about the huge cock that John had, and about the hot time we had in the shower when I got home. The four of us were walking down an aisle, when who was coming from the other way, but the man from last night, with his wife and two kids. I'll be dammed if the boy with them wasn't a friend of mine from school, Jimmy. I just knew Jimmy a little, and we weren't good friends, like Kevin and me, but we did talk, and have lunch together some days. He was ok, but we weren't close or anything. Jimmy's dad saw me coming, and a look of fright came to his face. Just last night, he had fucked my ass, and sucked my cock, and now he was meeting me in public with his family. I knew better than to say anything, and when my uncle saw them coming, he turned and gave me a look that said for me to keep my mouth shut. Jimmy saw me coming, and we stopped and talked a little. Jimmy's dad introduced my uncle to his family, and all of us made small talk.When we broke up, Jimmy's dad gave me a wink, and grabbed my crotch as we walked past each other. I couldn't believe it, but we won the game, 24-23. With just 1 minute left in the game, the other school had gone ahead 23-21. We took over on the 20-yard line and failed to move the ball even one yard after 2 downs. I thought all hope was lost, and the fans were beginning to stream out of the stadium, when Jacob passed the ball to Jon, for a 45-yard gain to the 35 yard line, with only 10 seconds left. Our only hope was for Elam to kick a field goal, which by the way, also would be a school record. He did it, with no time left on the clock. The ball bounced off the cross-bar, and twisted around high in the air, before going though the uprights. WE WON! The fans were pouring out onto the field, the team lifted Elam, Jon and Jacob onto their shoulders, and carried them around. The coaches got the typical water poured on them, and for a little while there, everything was out of control. I wanted to kiss and hug Elam, and tell him what a great job he did. I wanted to suck his cock as a reward. But unfortunately, I couldn't even get close to him. We were able to make eye contact, and from his look, I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him. I mouthed the words to him about maybe getting together on Sunday afternoon, but I wasn't sure what plans, if any, the master had for me. The four of us drove home together, leaving Jon, Jacob and Josh at the school, to find their own way back to the house. We knew that it would be a late night for them, with the victory and all. The girls and the other team mates were going to be all over them, and I'm sure some little girl slut would get the twins' cocks buried in their mouths, and up their pussies. It was going to be like when I serviced the team, only this time it was going to some cunt. Boy, I wanted to be the one taking their cocks again. When we got home, the master put on the tape of me with the team, from last week, to show John. We were all watching the hot action of the team fucking my ass, and me sucking on their hard cocks. John told the master that he could make a lot of money selling the tape, and would check out a source that he knew of for him. I looked over at them, and could see that all of them had hard cocks in their pants. John and Kevin were rubbing their hard cocks in their pants. By now, we all had taken our shirts off, and the master and John were taking their pants off. I could see Kevin's eyes popping out when he got to see John's monster. He couldn't take his eyes off that huge cock. The master noticed also, and told him to go over and play with the monster. Kevin wasted no time getting over to John, and began stroking that huge cock. He had never seen a cock like that before, and just kept playing with it, licking the head every now and then. He got brave, opened his mouth wide, and took John's cock in his mouth. John moaned in pleasure, as Kevin started to bob his head over John's cock. Kevin was taking more and more of John's hard cock, deeper and deeper, into his boy mouth. The master told me to get naked and start working on his cock as he leaned back spreading his legs wide to give me easy access to his cock and balls. He was watching Kevin give his best friend a blowjob while still watching the hot tape of me with the team. John and he looked at each other, and brought their heads together to kiss each other, as Kevin and I worked on their hard cocks. Kevin still had his pants on, but had pulled his cock out and was stroking it as he continued to suck on John's monster man meat. I had the master's cock in my mouth, bobbing my head over it, while my hands were playing with his balls and working my way down to his man hole. The master and John finally came up for air, after planting their tongues into each other's mouth. Then John asked the master which one of us he could fuck. He told Kevin to stand up and take the rest of his clothes off. Then he pulled him closer to him, as he took Kevin's little boy meat into his mouth. As he was sucking on Kevin's cock, his hands were playing with his ass. Working their way into Kevin's boy pussy hole. The master told me to get John some lube, so that Kevin would have an easier time taking John's monster meat up his ass.Kevin's eyes shone with fear, and yet at the same time, excitement, at having that monster meat up his ass. John continued sucking on Kevin's cock. I spread the lube over his fingers as he started to fuck Kevin's ass with just one finger, opening the hole to take his cock. Soon he was working two, and then three fingers in Kevin's ass. Kevin, I could tell, was close to cumming, as John turned him around and spread his cheeks, exposing his rosebud as he worked on opening that pussy for his cock. The master told him to go real slow and easy with him because of the size of his cock. John had just about his whole hand up Kevin's ass trying to get him used to a larger object that soon was going to be in his ass. He told Kevin to lower himself onto his cock so he could take just as much as he was comfortable with, before he really started to fuck him. Kevin lowered himself over John's massive cock after I had used plenty of lube, trying to make it as easy for Kevin as I could. He barely got the head of John's cock in his hole, when he cried a little in pain, over the size of John's cock. Once he got more comfortable with John's cock, he slowly kept lowering himself over the massive man meat, till he had the whole thing deep in his boy pussy. The tears were coming out of his eyes. I could see the pained expression on his face, but he wanted that cock to fuck his ass. He waited a long time, giving his ass muscles a chance to get used to John's cock deep inside him. Meanwhile, John was playing with Kevin's deflated cock, trying to bring it back to life. Somehow, I wanted to help him, so I started rubbing his back and chest, paying close attention to his little nipples. I rubbed his sides, and the lower part of his back, trying to get him to relax with that massive cock embedded in his ass. John had a wicked smile on his face and was enjoying his cock buried deep into my young friend Kevin's ass. Kevin was just sitting there for a long time, when John's cock, ever so slowly, started to pump into his boy pussy. The tears were flowing freely from Kevin's eyes, but he didn't say anything. I knew that Kevin liked having his boy hole fucked, but maybe not with a cock so large. Kevin's eyes continued to tear, but His cock had started to rise to the occasion, and he was beginning to enjoy John's cock in his ass. Kevin started moving his body up and down over John's cock, which brought a smile to John's face. He sure liked having his hard cock deep in Kevin's tight hole. The tears stopped flowing from Kevin's eyes, and he was now enjoying the feeling of that massive man meat deep in his boy hole. He then cried out that he was going to cum. John started rubbing his hand quickly over Kevin's cock. He was going to be surprised at the amount of cum Kevin soon would be unloading onto his chest hairs. Kevin's cock shot out the first load, hitting John in the face, as more and more of his cum splattered on John's hairy chest. Kevin cried out in pain and pleasure as the muscles in his ass wrapped tighter, and tighter, around John's cock buried deep in his ass. Kevin's cock just kept on shooting his boy cum all over John's hand and chest. The first load that had hit John in the face, was now running into John's open mouth. He was licking at the drooling cum, as more and more of it ran into his waiting mouth. John couldn't take anymore of Kevin's ass wrapped around his cock, and also began shooting his hot cum, deep into Kevin's ass. This only seemed to get Kevin to shoot more of his cum onto John's hairy chest. As the both of them were crying out with pleasure, the master and I just watched the hot action. He grabbed my head forcing his cock back into my mouth, and leaned over, and once again, began kissing John. Just then, the twins and Josh entered the basement announcing, "Looks like you started without us".. If you would like me to continue with the next chapter please email me at: ral2652@hotmail.com Negative or positive comments welcome

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Date: Sat, 12 Oct 2002 21:42:58 -0500 From: Ralph x Subject: JJ chpater 8 Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read materials of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This story contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys. The acts are consensual and are a result of their love or lust for one another. We left off with Jason or Robert getting naked in the rec room, these two boys both had massive cocks compared to the other boys. Chapter 8 I remember Josh telling me about the size of Jason and Robert cocks the black kid on the team. He said that both of their cocks were Hugh, that neither one had ever gotten a blowjob or got to fuck their girlfriends. Once they say the size of their cocks the girls would back off and only give them a hand job. Some would get brave and suck the head of their cocks but that's as far as they would go. They both were determined that tonight to get a full blowjob and to feel their cocks deep in a mouth or pussy. If that pussy was a boy 's that was ok by them so long as I could take it all. My brothers told them that I would do both. That I would suck down their cocks till my lips were at the base of the massive cocks. That they could also stick their hard cocks up my warm tight boy pussy till their balls were resting on my ass. As they entered the room I looked over to see two of the largest cocks I'd even would see in my life. To image these cocks on a 16 or 17 year old boy was amazing. They both were about the same size, hanging 8 to 9+ inches long and still soft with large low hanging balls. Both were covered in a little hair but not enough to hide their amazing cocks. Even after all the cocks I sucked and seen that night I was getting very horny thinking about those two cocks in me. Robert, grabbing his cock walked over to me telling me to suck his big black cock, even with his hand wrapped around it there was still 5 or more inches sticking out. He said to me "suck his black dick and makes it hard cause I want to fuck your white boy pussy". With that I opened my mouth to have the first taste of black cock ever. It tasted good, just like any other cock but with an added flavor. I grabbed his cock with my hands and slowly started licking the head of its pre-cum and started stroking the base with my hands. I began bobbing my head over his cock taking more and more of it deep in my mouth. I didn't know if I could take it all, but I was going to give it a good try. Robert let me take his cock in my mouth at my own speed, which helped me from gagging. When I had about 7 inches in my mouth, I started to play with his ball and around his butt hole. He was crying out with pleasure for me to take it all in, white boy. He told Jason that I was the best cock sucker he ever had working on his cock. Seeing I believed he never had another I guess I was the best to him. I was using ever trick that I knew on him to give him pleasure, I wanted it to be the blow job he would compare all others too. Jason told him to go fuck my ass so he could get his cock in my mouth, and with that he withdraw his hard cock from my mouth. A white cock that was identical to the black one I was just sucking soon replaced it. Jason was hooting and howling like a cowboy at the rodeo. He was stroking his cock deep in my mouth and the both of us were enjoying the feeling. He keeps saying that Robert was right and I was the best. I was doing my best to get him off by playing with his balls and sucking his cock. My tongue was licking at the piss slit on the outward stroke, he liked that cause he would pause at the end with just his head in my mouth while my tongue worked it's magic on his cock head. His pre-cum tasted good as it freely flowed out of his hard cock. I could feel Robert spread my ass cheeks to get at my hot boy pussy, he told me to get ready white boy cause he was going to fuck my ass with his black cock. He inserted that large mushroom head slowly into my waiting ass as I pushed back as hard as I could taking the monster cock deep into my ass. I could feel it go deeper then any cock ever had and it felt good. With all the cum in my hole from the other guys it slid deep into me without stopping till I could feel his hairs resting on my ass. He cried out loudly with pleasure and kept saying "oh my God" " Oh my God" the white bitch took all my cock up his ass. He just stood there for a little while enjoying my hot tight ass wrapped around his hard cock. I began to tighten and use my ass muscles to work on his cock without any motion on his part. I wished I could see his face as his body began to twitch with pleasure. But with Jason massive cock buried deep in my throat it was impossible for me to turn around and look at him, the two of them started both to pump their massive hard cocks into me at the same time. Again with all the experienced I gained that evening I could tell that these two also were getting very close to cumming. I was soon to find out if their loads of cum would be as large as their cocks. I could fell both cocks get larger and Jason balls begin to withdraw closer to his body, I sure sign that his organize was near. I could feel his tube deep in his cock begin to fill with his hot cum that was soon shooting into my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could when he pulled his still cumming cock out of his mouth shooting cum over my face. I opened my mouth as he aimed his shooting cock cum at the opening. He tasted good and I licked his cum dripping off my face into my mouth. His cock was now just dripping cum out of the opening and I once again placed it into my mouth. Sucking the remaining cum of his softening cock, I just love cum. Robert was also beginning to cum deep in my ass when he pulled his cock out and squeezed my ass cheeks around his shooting cock. I felt a load hit the back of my head and others hit my back. He continued pumping his now softening cock between my ass cheeks milking the last if his cum out of his cock. The guys watching the hot scene unfold before their eyes on the monitors couldn't believe what was happening. Many of them still naked began playing with their cocks, which a course became hard, even thou that all had cum at least twice already. I continued to suck on Jason cock and it was getting harder and harder in my mouth. I like the feeling of a hardening cock in my mouth and Jason most have like the feeling of my sucking his large cock; soon he was rock hard again. Robert told him to go fuck my ass cause he wanted his cock sucked. He told Robert that he hoped that he could still feel my boy cunt after his large cock was up my ass I think he could cause I could feel him sticking his rock hard cock up my ass, every inch as he slowly pushed his cock deep in my ass till his hairs were on my ass. When he was in all the way he too rested enjoying the feeling of his cock deep in a pussy. He could have cared less where at this point his cock was a boy pussy or some girls it didn't matter. The feeling of a tight hot body around his cock was all that mattered, he was glowing in the pleasure as I worked my ass muscles around his cock. They were messaging his cock as it was deep in my pussy. He began to move slowly working his hard cock in and out of my ass. Robert couldn't take much more of watching us so he put his cock into my mouth. I just wished at this point that I would have been alone with either one of them cause I know that I could give them more pleasure alone than they were getting now. However, they thought it couldn't get better than this, how wrong they are. These guys remember had never gotten their cocks sucked or been able to get their cocks up a girls pussy before cause of the size of their massive cocks. The other naked guys started coming to watch the action close up instead of on the monitors set up in the rec room. Most of them had their hands wrapped around their tiny cocks compared to Robert or Jason's. They all were beginning to stroke their cocks as they watch Robert fuck my ass or Jason stick his cock in my mouth. Some were making comments about how good a cock sucker I was or how I really like my ass fucked. They began to get nasty with their comments and Jason told them to " Shut their fucken mouths and leave his white bitch alone". Now all these guys were tough jocks but none were tougher then Jason and Robert so no one dared to make a comment. They just continue to watch and stroke their cocks, as they began to cum they would walk up to me and shot their loads on my back or into my hair. Robert told them if one of them got their cum on him they were going to have to lick it off before he kicked their ass all over the room, and fuck their ass. No one doubted him and not wanting to take his cock up their ass they were careful as to where they shot their loads. My cock was at the bursting point again. I had only cum once that evening while taking many loads up my ass or in my mouth. I really wanted one of them to grab my cock to give me some relief. I couldn't get to it with Jason cock beginning to pound my hot ass with his massive cock or Robert pumping his into my mouth. Thank god both of them were close and I planned to beat my cock as soon as they were done. Again both of them seem to start shooting there cum at the same time. They both pulled their cocks out of my body and began cumming on me. Robert was giving my face a white wash with his cum. While Jason cum was shooting out of his hard cock. With the first load landing in my hair and the remaining cum on my neck and back. His cum was joining the other guys cum on my back. I fell down and rolled over onto my back grabbing my swollen cock and began beating it as fast as I could. The guys were still shooting their loads but now it was on my face, stomach and some were aiming their loads at my cock. My cock was the smallest in the room but I didn't care, I needed relief. They all continued to watch me as I stroked my meat with the best of them. Using there cum as lube. I could feel my cum shooting out of my hard cock and it felt great. The guys all cheered as my cum shot up to my face and neck. I was one happy tried teenager. It was getting late and the guys started to leave as my parents drove up in the driveway. They all acted like nothing happened and were as usual very nice to them; little did my parents know that all these boys just fucked their youngest son ass but that they also shot their loads into my mouth as I sucked on their cocks. As soon as the guys left Jon and Jacob started counting the money I made for them. I just continue to lay on the floor exhausted from all the fucking and sucking. I asked them how many guys came over and was told 33 but not all had me twice. They counted out $1,550.00 dollars and told me that I could have $155.00 plus the tips that some of the guys had left me, which came to another $150.00 dollars. I couldn't believe that I had sucked on 33 different cocks that night, my stomach must have been filled with their cum. my ass would be leaking cum for the next week. Jason and Robert had driven what cum was left there from the other guys all the way my ass. I could feel it slowly running out of my open hole that now felt empty now. The evening had started off really great with Elam, who somehow I would like to get to know better, and ended with the two massive cocks Jason and Robert. I also wouldn't mind getting to know them better also. There were many guys between the two ends that were stand outs in their own rights I knew that no longer would I be lonely with nothing to do, I was sure that I would be hearing from some of these guys in the days and weeks to come. If you like me to continue with the next chapter please email me at: ral2652@hotmail.com Negative or positive comments welcome.

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Date: Sun, 29 Sep 2002 17:04:20 -0500 From: Ralph x Subject: JJ 3 Sorry guys I know that I said I would be telling you about my servicing the team but there's more to the story than just the "team". I do promise that I won't end the story till I tell you about the 33 cocks I serviced that day. Chapter 3 I sleep like a baby that night, and I know that my twin brothers did also. Who wouldn't, after they each had deposited four massive loads of cum up my ass? I also came four times last night and three of those times no one had touched my cock at all. Just the excitement of my brothers fucking my ass and sucking their cocks at the same time had driven me over the edge. My only regret was that neither one of them had touched my cock or played with my balls, except when Jacob had twisted my cock early in the evening to position me over his twins cock. What I would do to have one of them suck my cock, just once is all that I wanted but I knew that wouldn't happen. When the alarm went off in the morning, I glanced over just to check out the time and noticed that it had gone off 15 minutes early. When I asked my brothers why, Jon replied that that this would give them a little time to get their rocks off. With that, he got out of bed. What a site, his hard 6 1/2" cock leading the way right to my mouth as he said "Open up for breakfast, faggot". He slowly pushed all 6 1/2" deep in my mouth and slowly started to fuck my mouth. Jacob lay in his bed watching the action and I could tell he was getting horny. I was lying on my bed on my back with Jon sitting on my chest face fucking my mouth. I could feel his large balls resting on my chin every time he drove his cock deep in my mouth. I notice Jacob getting out of bed and coming over to us. I was hoping he would grab my cock and jack me off, but that's not what he had in mind. I could feel he grab my legs and lift them up in the air, Till then I didn't realize that my legs were stuck together from all the dried cum of the previous night. Jacob didn't seem to mind as he aimed his swollen cock at my little still wet boy pussy. As it turned out I was glad that I still had there cum in my ass from last night cause Jacob drove all 6 1/2 of his cock deep in my ass without stopping. As he drove in I shot a load of my cum over Jon's back and Jacob's stomach and Jacob said "that I was going to pay for that". But it didn't slow him down any as he pounded my ass with his hard cock. I could tell that Jon was getting close to Cumming in my mouth cause I could taste he pre-cum as it began to flow out of his cock. He began to moan and thrust faster and deeper in my mouth and I was rewarded with 4 shots of fresh cum in my mouth, what boy could ask for a better breakfast then fresh warm cum, better than oatmeal. As Jon got off my chest and started walking to the bathroom Jacob told him to make sure he washed his back real good cause the faggot had cum all over his back and Jacobs stomach. Jon remarked that it looked like they had a faggot for a brother and they would have to put me to good use. Jacob continued to fuck my ass as he and Jon started talking about this coming weekend and how much money they were going to make off my services. They decided that they were going to charge $20.00 for a blow job and $40.00 to fuck my ass. The twins were always looking for some way to make some money. Our family didn't have a lot of extra money while we lived in an upper middle class family. Our house was owned buy the church and we lived rent free cause our father was the pastor. I could feel that Jacob was nearing his climax cause his cock was getting harder in my ass and he really started to rabbit fuck my ass. Jon was just coming out of the bathroom from his shower when Jacob started shooting 5 massive loads up my ass. My own cock was near the busting point and I really wanted to grab my cock and start to jack off, but I didn't dare with Jacob still in me. When he started to get off me he remember that my cum from earlier was still on his stomach and told me to lick my cum off him and while I was at it to clean his cock from being in my ass. What choice did I have as I started to lick his stomach and his glory trail of fine peach fuss that lead down to his cock that was beginning to get hard again. As I licked my cum off his body I grabbed my own cock and started to pump it as fast as I could, I was no longer concerned if he knew it or not, I need some relief in my balls. He started to get off the bed when he noticed that I was playing with my cock and while I was licking my cum off him. He punch me real hard in the mouth and told me that I was never to play with myself as I serviced him, that it was to gay for him to handle. As he went into the bathroom I laid on the bed crying softly and rubbing my mouth were Jacob had hit me. Jon came over and told me that if I was going to be faggot that I better get used to being beat on and to take it like a man. That morning on the ride to school the twins sat with their best friends Josh and Bob, I couldn't tell what they were talking about but all four of them keep looking at me and laughing. Latter I was to find out that the twins had told them the story and invited them over that night for a blowjob from me at no charge. That day at school every time I passed Josh or Bob they would slap my ass and tell me to get ready for a hard cock in my mouth. I could hardly wait till later cause both Josh and Bob were real hot looking dudes and I wanted to see what kind of equipment they had. At this point the only cocks that I have seen were my brothers and I wanted to compare their cocks to others I wonder if they're cum would taste any different than my brothers. That night at dinner the twins asked my parents if it was ok if Josh and Bob came over to study cause they all had a big test in the morning, They were hopping that I would help them out by asking them question about their test. I couldn't believe how well the twins could sucker my parents into things, they need an excuse for me to spend time with them and their friends, and what better excuse then to help them "study" for their test. I guess the test was in sex Ed. After dinner I went downstairs with my brothers cause they told, me that they need to talk to me. What they wanted was to give me instructions. I was to be very careful and not use my teeth at all on their friends cocks, I was to do anything they wanted me to do without question, I was to eat their cum just like I eat theirs. That if I did well tonight they would think about sharing, some of the money, they were going to make this weekend off me. I was also told to tell them no matter what that I liked their cocks and loved the taste of there cum. That Josh and Bob were also on the football team and if they put out the word that I was a good cock sucker that we would have a line waiting for my services this weekend and we would make at lot of money. That tonight there was going to be no charge that we should consider it advertising. They thought to get everyone in the mood that when Josh and Bob get there I should be on my knees sucking of Jon. When we heard Josh and Bob knocking on the basement door Jon dropped his shorts and I got on me knees in front of him and began to suck on his hard cock. It amazed me how fast he could get rock hard, in a matter of seconds he went from a soft three inches to rock hard 6 1/2". I loved sucking on Jon's hard cock; he was so kind and gentle when he slowly pumped his rock hard cock in my mouth. He gave me time to play with his piss hole with my tongue and really let me enjoy myself. It seems that over the last couple of days I had come to the conclusion that I must have been born to suck cock, I loved the taste and feel of a hard cock in my mouth. When Jacob came into the bedroom with Josh and Bob they couldn't believe their eyes as the saw me on my knees with Jon hard cock in my mouth. They had seen Jon naked body many times cause they were all on the same football team and showered together many times after practice and games. But they had never seen him with a boner being suck off by his brother. As they all gather around us, Jacob asked "who wants a blowjob". Both boys were kind of shy and said nothing so Jacob told me to pull out Josh cock and start to suck it. With that I pulled off Josh's shorts to revel a hard 6" cock already beginning to drip some pre-cum. I started out by licking the pre-cum off the tip of his hard cock only to be reward with more and more. Josh is either a very fast cummer or hadn't jack off in a number of days cause I could tell that he wasn't going to last very long. (I later found out that he never had sex of any type till that night) He was moaning and began to pump his hard throbbing cock into my mouth. His pre-cum was flowing out of his hard cock giving a a pre taste of what his cum was going to taste like, and I know it was going to taste good. With a loud moan a quick pump he began to unload in my mouth. I don't know how many load he shot into my waiting mouth, cause I was too busy trying to suck it all down. No matter how hard I tried there was no way that I could swallow all that cum and it began to leak out of the corners of my mouth. Looking over at Jacob I could tell that he was upset that I wasn't swallow all of josh's cum but there was no way anyone could. When Josh was done Cumming in my mouth I licked as much of his cum off my lips and chin, what I missed I used my fingers to scoop the remaining cum into my mouth. I like the taste of Josh's cum it kind of tasted a lot like the twins but then again it had a taste all of it's own. As Josh fell backwards upon a chair, Bob didn't wait for me to take his cock out of his shorts. But walked in front of me with his thick hairy 6" cock in his hand. I opened my mouth and he put it into my mouth. Bob tasted and smelled like he hadn't taken a shower in a week. He also was very hair all over, in my mind I started to call him ape-man. He also grunted like an animal as he fucked my mouth. There was nothing pleasurable about suck Bob's cock except that it was a cock and I loved sucking cock. He grabbed my head and started to push my mouth back and forth over his thick cock, he continued to grunt like an animal. I could taste his pre-cum beginning to flow from his cock and it wasn't very good. I could only hope that his cum would taste better and hopefully not be as much as Josh's, I didn't know if I could lick it off my face and fingers like I did with Josh's. As he began to cum he pushed my head all the way down on his cock causing his cum to shoot right down my throat, I was thankful for this cause what little bit I did taste wasn't very good. I don't know if he eat something like dog shit for dinner but his cum tasted like shit as far as I'm concerned. Jon, Josh and Bob all sat around naked with Jacob who still had his cloths on (I did also) and was telling them how good my ass was to fuck. I could tell that Josh was getting real horny again cause his cock was like a flagpole. All 6 inches was standing at attention. Jacob also noticed and told me to go and suck him off again. As I crawled over to josh on my hands and knees he told me to take off my pants cause he was going to fuck my ass, he wanted them to see how it was done, a little free show, something for them to think about till this weekend. Jacob must have had this all planned out in his mind cause as I started to suck again on Josh's hard cock, Jacob reached over to get some lotion he left on the end table, I was surprised that he was being so considerate. But after last night I think he discovered that his cock slides up my ass much easier with a little lube. Last night it was his and Jon's cum that provided that lube, tonight it was Vaseline. Josh was really enjoying the job that I was doing on his cock, who wouldn't be, I was worshiping it like a god. I was doing all the work with my tongue and lips. My tongue would play with his piss hole and I could tell that it was driving him over the wall again. I was beginning to really like Josh and wanted to give him all the pleasure I could. Not wanting him to cum so fast as last time I took my mouth off his cock and began to suck on his ball and sack, something that I have never done with my brothers but it seemed to be the right thing to do with Josh. As I rolled his ball in my mouth I couldn't believe that his cock was at the breaking point, the head was so enraged with blood that I was afraid it would pop. He was moaning and moving about on the chair, I was also afraid he would fall off unless I gave him some relief soon. All this time Jacob was fucking my ass and telling Bob that he never had a pussy this tight. How my ass muscles was wrapped around his cock like a glove, that it was going to be the best $40.00 be ever spend, I guess the free ride for Bob was over and he was going to have to pay in order to fuck me. I hope that they didn't plan on charging Josh cause I really like him and would gladly suck him or let him fuck my ass for free. Both Josh and Jacob were getting close I could tell that Josh was close the minute that I started to suck on his hard teen cock. The four different cocks that I have sucked on in my short life Josh's was the best, I don't know why but I really love his and wanted to please him the most. I never had a cock that would produce so much pre-cum and cum as josh's. When once again he began to squirt his load of cum in my mouth, it wouldn't stop. This time I decided to count the loads he deposited in my mouth 7 loads of cum and I'm not talking about little loads, I mean full loads. After the squirting stops his cum would flow out of his cock like a volcano that was just spilling over the edge. In my mind I would have like to the next time measure the amount, It's my belief that the amount of cum he produced was equal to or more than the other three combined. His cum would fill my mouth and spill down my lips onto my chin. That was after I swallowed all I could but I couldn't keep up with it all. Jacob was beginning to pound my ass real hard which meant that he also was getting close to shoot his load up my ass, I could feel his cock get really hard and then I could feel his cum shooting up his cock to be deposited up my ass. I couldn't take anymore of this and my cock started shooting its load over the rug cause at this point I was still licking Josh's soft cock, I could only hope that Jacob didn't notice. It was getting late by this time and both Josh and Bob had to leave to be home by 10 pm. When they left the bedroom I remained behind, cause there was no point in saying anything. I went to my bed to lay down when Josh came back into the room on the pretext that he forgot something. He came over to me on the bed bent down and gave me as kiss on the lips and said thank you. Then turn around and left the room. That one kiss made my cock rock hard and would be the subject of many jerk off's in the weeks to come. I knew that tonight my brothers weren't done with using my body for their pleasure. After all I knew that Jon didn't even cum yet and Jacob only had one organism and after last night they both were good for 3 to 4 organisms a night. Jon and Jacob came into the room and told me that I had done real good and soon the word would be passed around and we would be making lots of money, but for now they need to get their rocks off. Without even asking Jacob walked over a sat on my chest so he could shove his hard cock into my mouth while Jon lifted my legs high in the air and started to fuck my ass. I loved my brother hard cocks in me but all I could think about was Josh's lovely cock and the "kiss". I was falling in love for the first time in my life, I was wishing it were Josh's cock in my mouth or up my ass not my brothers. He was such a tender lover and I believe if I could get him alone we could have a real good time, maybe he would even suck my cock, or at least jack me off till I came. Jacob and Jon had their way with me again that night over and over again but I didn't care cause in my mind it was Josh's cock in me. Did I have a good time, Yes; I did and managed to cum myself three times. I still loved my brothers cock and cum and would hungrily eat all I could sucking and licking the last drop of their cum off their cocks. I guess at this point I was becoming a cum pig. After the twins went back to their beds they told me that tomorrow morning was the last cum they were going to give me till Friday night after the game. They had been told by their coach that sex before a game wasn't any good, that it drained their strength so for 36 hours before a game they with held having sex of any type. They also told me that Saturday night was going to be a party were I would start to service the team. 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